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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-04-23 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)The her inner muscles clutched down on O'Hanrahan's cock, prompting him to thrust harder. A few frantic thrusts and the courier hit her peak, holding onto the man beneath her for dear life. He groaned deeply, his hips bucked once more under her and she felt him release inside her.
For a while they just held each other, cheeks pressed together, no caring if they catched their breaths. The courier beamed up at O'Hanrahan, hands stroking his sweat shined body.
"So much for being dry, huh?" He asked while wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You think they even noticed we were gone?" She looked to him, not really expecting a reply, just wanting to gaze into his warm eyes.
"Nope. But let's not give them time to worry about it." O'hanrahan said before putting his clothes back on. The courier watched as he re-applied his NCR armor, only managing to placing her underwear on before he was finished.
"Your hair's a mess Private."
"You're still undressed Miss Courier." He retorted before throwing the forgotten leather armor towards the lounging girl.
"It's more fun that way."
The courier tugged the curve hugging armor back on her buzzing body. They slowly made their way towards the camp, not having a care in the world when the snipers gave them curious and lascivious looks. They stopped near the Misfit's tent, fingers still intertwined.
"I guess this is where I drop you off." The courier felt awkward being the one to say goodnight.
"I know. Where ya' headed off to next?"
"McCarran. Bitter Springs is in need major need, I just got reinforcements from here to help. I need to get McCarran and Forlorn's help, then hopefully Bitter Springs will be back on their feet."
"If it ever gets to be too much, there always a lake to wash the stress away."
"I might just take you up on that offer." The courier gave him a brief kiss before heading off towards McCarran.
Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)A!a
(Anonymous) 2012-05-06 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-05 12:30 am (UTC)(link)Amidst all the non-con I'm glad to see F!Courier get some carefree, non-angsty, enjoyable sex with some nice guys for a change. Brava!
Can you please do some McNamara soon?
My dirty mindThis meme's sorely lacking in that department. I can totally see him being good with his fingers.A!a
(Anonymous) 2012-05-06 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)I already have about half of McNamara's part written so it will be up soon!
Finals are next week so I might be a little slow in posting, but I already have parts written out.
Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 02:42 am (UTC)(link)Characters: Elder McNamara
Kink: Oral, Stripping?
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The synthetic yellow lights of the bunker gave the couriers body a golden glow, causing the sun-bleached highlights of her hair shine with definition. She stood in front of Elder McNamara with a playful smile on her face.
"I've gotta surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise?" Nolan asked, genuinely curious at what her actions might be.
The courier neglected his inquiry. She just stood between him and the command console, hips slowly rocking in time with the jazzy tune emitting from her Pip-Boy.
The courier unzipped her leather jacket, with each slow tug more of the milky skin protected from the harsh Mojave weather was revealed. The zipper was left at the bottom of the zip chain, ample cleavage with plenty of room for imagination.
The couriers hips rolled smother as her fingers traveled down to the button of her tight pants. With a dramatic pop, her pants were open, hanging loosely against her curved hips.
With thumbs hooked in the belt loops of her pants, the courier slow shimmied them down her legs, moving her him slightly more than necessary to get the job done.
She look Nolan in the eyes as she unraveled the last of her jacket, leaving her in only a pair of black panties. He let out a surprised but approving groan, prompting her to continue.
The courier ran her hand over the smooth expanse of her abdomen and cupped her naked breasts before turning around and bracing herself on the console. McNamara ran a large hand down her spine, yanking the black cloth down her slender thighs, eager to explore the wonders of the girls body. Nolan moved her to the portion of his desk the remained empty of buttons and controls.
Although the courier was startled by his sudden action, it didn't deter her one bit. She spread her legs for the elder and he kneeled down in front of her. Feeling his breath ghost across her skin stimulated her further.
With both hands holding her thighs down, Nolan ran his tongue along her slit, careful to not give her took much of the pleasure she craved. His tongue slid down and into her entrance, circling the wet muscles before traveling back up to rest on her clit.
The courier let out a lustful moan as two of Nolan's fingers penetrated her, tongue rotating around her bundle of nerves.
Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-12 06:06 am (UTC)(link)RE: Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
(Anonymous) 2016-09-06 11:32 am (UTC)(link)Thank you for sharing!