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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Re: Romanticide (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough sex
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| Added/edited some tags after going to Delicious
The sniper bit back a moan, pressing himself against the soft body of the courier. Despite having a tendency to take over every situation she came across, and having some very masculine qualities, as far as personality went, she was the picture of femininity- proportioned breats, slender waist, wide hips, soft skin… and her hair. That was definitely her defining feature. Most women, for practical reasons, kept their hair short and out of the way- Temmy’s was long and thick and fell to her waist. Now that he thought about it, it would also make good leverage to pull on. Excellent.
His hands left her for a moment, working on undoing the offending clothing she wore- he wanted his woman completely undressed when he reminded who was the one in charge.
His woman. Yeah… he liked the sound of that. Hadn’t thought about it too much until that punk ass had been eying her. The fact that she’d actually felt the urge to give the guy the time of day had really gotten under his skin. Sure, at the moment their relationship was purely physical- and not from lack of effort on September’s part either.
That didn’t mean he was letting another man sniff around his turf.
“Good girl.” He praised her when the female moaned helplessly.
God, he just wanted to pin her down on the floor and take her until those pretty legs gave out. Well there was an idea. For now, he busied himself undressing her, having to use the wall to force his body away from hers, sliding that damn dress off her hips, leaving her in only her underwear and the stockings that went with the damn charmer outfit. The shoes had been dispatched a long while ago.
While he hadn’t thought it would have been possible, he got harder at the sight, his cock aching at the mere thought of being buried inside of her. As he admired the view- the Mojave had been kind to her, once he’d made sure she was eating enough to keep a healthy weight-, Temmy got impatient, squirming. His gaze settled on her backside- while one side of her face was still firmly against the wall, she’d pushed herself from the wall, arching her back and angling that pretty ass so as to tempt him to hurry up. It almost worked. Then he’d noticed the wet spot in her light colored underwear.
“Well look what we have here.” A smirk ran across his face as she made a small whine of protest at his not touching her. “So eager… you should have thought about that before.”
The sharp inhale and shocked expression on her face told him she was aware now that he was going to punish Temmy for her teasing. Still keeping the one hand buried in her hair, the other worked her bra loose with minimal difficulty- he’d gotten plenty of practice before from the hurried quickies out in the open desert. The cloth slide down her arms and fell to the floor, her underwear soon meeting the same fate. A split second deliberation had him deciding to have her keep the stockings on. Now bare for him to see, the sniper would belying if he aid he didn’t get intense amusement from watching the courier’s fluids run down the thighs- he hadn’t even done anything to her yet. But maybe that was the point.
Sharply pressing her body against the wall, Boone returned to his grinding against her, September’s whines louder now that she didn’t have any clothes to block the friction. She was being good, not speaking, though seemed unable to stop all the delectable little noises that escaped her throat. Not that he wanted her to.
While her mouth might not have been doing the telling, she was still begging him to take her. Hard. The wide eyed, flushed expression. Not to mention the fact that a dam had broken between her legs.
Oh, he’d give her what she wanted- eventually.
op
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)I was having a terrible day and then i read this.
You rock, A!A
Re: op
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)Romanticide (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough_sex hair_pulling
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| Thanks for liking it, guys 8D~ Oh, and more tags T.T
Watching him only got her more hot and bothered- every once in a while he’d smirk. That obvious one that all men did when he had his woman at his complete and total mercy. Lord only knew, at this point, she’d do whatever he wanted, be it to dance for him or eat Brahmin shit. She wanted to beg, but his statement from before “I didn’t say you could talk.” was still ringing in her head.
A long, drawn out sigh of relief left her when one of his hands wrapped around her front, disappearing between her legs- jumping at first, having not expected the contact (since he seemed damn set on teasing the ever loving mercy out of her), before relaxing. Parting her legs to give him better access, Temmy was practically purring as one finger ran across her slit with a feather light touch. Shivering, she was held in place by a still fully clothed Boone who was still grinding up against her. The hand in her hair jerked her head back while he bit at her throat. Another shiver ran through her, when the tension on her scalp was released- he’d let go of her hair in favor of her breast, wasting no time rolling the already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As the sniper slipped two fingers inside her, Temmy cried out, muscles clenching around him. Obviously his fingers weren’t near as good as the real thing, but beggars could not be choosers. Eyes closed as he roughly handled her, she mindlessly moaned, unaware of the expression on Boone’s face- had she been, then by no means would she have made the erroneous assumption that he was going to bring her to climax with just his hands. Moving her hips with him, she ground up between him and the wall, increasing that glorious friction between her legs.
Panting and moaning, she was helpless against him, the moans turning into a whine, her movements getting more frantic as she got closer. Almost… almost… almo-
Crying out loudly, it wasn’t because he’d given her that little nudge to push her over the edge- it was because he’d stopped.
Completely.
Cold. Fucking. Turkey.
And that just wasn’t acceptable.
“P-p-p-please…” She begged him shamelessly, pressing her ass against him. Her only answer was a harsh nip on her collar bone, reminding her to not talk. Whining some other nonsense that was intelligible, she tried to make use of the fact that his arm was still between her legs- his hand had shifted to grab one of her thighs, the other arm crossing over her chest- and tried to rub against it, but he got a vice-like grip on her, making it impossible for her to move. He lifted her, making the woman cry out in shock, walking to the bed before he quiet literally tossed her onto the thing- bouncing, she landed on her back, legs splaying unceremoniously as she took a second to find her bearings- scrambling to a sitting position, watching him with wide eyes. Opened her mouth to say something. Stopped and closed it again.
He stalked around to the side of the bed she was on, looking every bit a predator. Again she opened and closed her mouth. One hand latched onto her hair again. September scooted closer to him to lessen the tension on her hair. For a long while he just stood there, and Temmy started to wonder if he was even going to do anything.
Finally, he stroked the side of her face soothingly with his thumb. Unable to resist the urge, the courier leaned into his touch, enjoying the affection.
“You’re not going to do that again, are you?” He again said it like it wasn’t a question. Temmy tried to shake her head, but the movement was restricted by the hand currently fisting her hair. Hadn’t spoken because he told her not to and she wanted to play along. Hence her surprise when his hand firmly smacked her bottom- she’d of jumped up, but his hand kept her in place.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“N-no…”
:D
(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 12:19 am (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 08:22 am (UTC)(link)and the sequel (based on another prompt) too!
Thank you for being so wonderful, Anons!
Re: A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)I hope you enjoy your spring break and get TONS of writing done! I'm loving your story, and am so glad you filled it!
<3
OP
Re: A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-03-31 05:52 am (UTC)(link)Sorry, life kinda got me there. There's two parts left, so it SHOULD be done by sunday~ but for now, its tomorrow and I need to sleep. T.T
A!A is horrible, horrible people
(Anonymous) 2012-05-15 03:06 am (UTC)(link)Re: Romanticide (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Romanticide (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-15 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)I'm enjoying this, a!a! Looking forward to more!
Re: Romanticide (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Super sucky a!a here
(Anonymous) 2013-01-08 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)