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F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-01 10:33 am (UTC)(link)Summary: Charon tries to comfort F!LW after her dads death, but he is not a man of words.
Series tag: "Big Guy"
Kinks: daddykink, ghoul, biting, oral
Two burning spots on her back. That's what his wary gaze felt like. Since they arrived at the citadel he hadn't taken his eyes off her for a moment. He was eyeing her like a wounded dog, seemingly expecting her to snap and lash out at any second. She barely met his eye the whole time, busying herself with the Brotherhoods problems like her father hadn't just dropped dead right in front of her. Charons throat felt dry and he wished he could do something. Anything. Despite her almost frighteningly chipper manner when dealing with the people here, Charon knew her inside out and he could see her pain in the stiff way she squared her shoulders and the way her hand kept drifting toward his then clenching and flitting away. He may not be the kind of guy to hold hands down the street but he would be happy to squeeze her small hand in his right now if it gave her any comfort.
As she gazed up at Liberty Prime, only half listening to the droning of the Brotherhood people, she chewed the inside of her cheek mercilessly. Charon was there, his heat just tangible beside her and his anxious face looking down at her. As soon as they came out of the tunnel he had been like a satellite, orienting himself close to her so that he could watch every jump of muscle in her jaw, every rub of her eyes and every tiny gasp as she tried to manage the pain she was feeling. She'd waved him off when he tried to dress the laser burn on her wrist from the Enclave. Eventually he just pushed her down on a bench and dealt with it before she could fight. She halfheartedly tapped at the keys on the terminal, making the giant robot speak.
"Finally found a bigger killing machine than you, big guy," she murmured.
Her speaking to him caught him off guard and he gave a snort, hoping to get a smile out of her but she stayed aloof. They were ushered around by paladins and knights and scribes and fuck knows who else, until eventually they stopped pussyfooting about and all but told her to fetch the G.E.C.K from Vault 87. The entitled bastards. Charon shook with anger, like a spark had ignited his blood and he couldn't help it.
He snarled as he kicked over a table, "Fuck off."
Silence followed and even Is turned to look at him questioningly. No one but her was used to the massive ghoul speaking, let alone this outburst.
"Excuse me?" Dr. Li eventually asked shakily.
"I said fuck off. She just lost her father three hours ago and you fucking vultures want..no... Expect her to go running off and risk her life for your sorry asses? Fuck you, you entitled douchecanoes." his muscles twitched and he threw a chair against the crumbling wall.
He regretted throwing in that final insult, one she used regularly but it sounded ridiculous in his rasping voice.
She stared at him openly, her brain struggling to catch up with what was going on.
"Do you not understand the importance of this work?" snapped Dr Li, affronted.
He advanced on the bitch, drawing up to full height and she shrank back, "Nothing is more important to me than her. The girl you keep using as a meat shield. My girl."
"Control that beast or I'll put it down," a power armour distorted voice yelled.
Charon spat on the ground, "I'd like to see you try."
Isadora watched as if in a trance.
“My pleasure zombie” a different paladin strode in their direction.
That struck a cord, and without thinking she punched him in the face – the only part of him not shielded by power armour. She’d intended to break his nose but missed and his teeth cut into her knuckle. He staggered back a step and stared down at her, shocked that the girl known as the savior of the wastes had just struck him probably
F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-01 10:37 am (UTC)(link)“Don’t do me any favours,” she hissed, “Call him zombie once more and I’ll rip your throat out.”
Charons eyes darted around the room, and he knew from a glance that they were woefully outnumbered. She was raring for a fight and this guy wanted to give it to her. It would not end well. He decided that maybe this time he should intervene, and gripped her around the waist, hoisting her over his shoulder.
“You owe me,” he growled at the paladin whose mouth was slowly trickling blood, as he carried her out of the room.
She yelled at him, calling him all the names under the sun, battering him with her tiny fists and feet. But he didn’t put her down. A kick to his ribs winded him but he held her tightly and carted her out of the citadel.
“Charon put me down right now,” she roared.
The clear lines of an order rang in his ears and he put her back on her feet without a moments thought. She crashed against him, pummeling his leather armour with rage filled strikes.
“How dare you carry me out of there,” she screamed at him, hair flying wildly about her.
He grabbed her wrists, “Physical violence invalidates the contract.”
Her eyes widened in horror, heart dropping right through the dusty earth, “…did I?”
“I’ll let it slide, smoothskin,” Charon reassured her, grateful to have found something to snap her out of it.
She leaned against his chest and her body heaved with shallow breaths, “I’m sorry.”
His fingers brushed through her hair, tangling in the knots and snagging on his ruined skin, “We need to find shelter. I don’t like the look of this place.”
Isadora allowed him to guide her away from the citadel and towards a row of boarded up houses. For the first time since it happened, she allowed herself to think about it. His eyes going dull as his knees buckled. Something burned in her throat as she remembered Charon holding her against him in a bonecrushing grip to keep her from doing something stupid. She couldn’t be angry at him, he was acting on his need to make her safe. But he had held her back and maybe…
No, she couldn’t have helped him. He knew what would happen. Like a punch to the gut she recalled the foreign sound of her own voice as she screamed for him. A little girl crying out for her daddy. It had hurt Charon like a physical blow to hear her so pained. It also reminded him of what he so often forgot. She’s only 20. A tenth of his age. A baby.
She wrapped her arms around herself, an attempt to hold together the raw wound she could feel in her chest. An orphan. It was painful to think of her mom, but Jesus Christ did it hurt to remember him. Daddy. Something wet slithered down her cheek and she looked up, wondering if it was raining. It took only a moment to realise that actually she was crying. Soft, warm tears that seemed to come thicker and faster the more they walked. Charon was slightly in front of her, scouting for anything that threatened him or his girl. A mirelurk wandered too close and he blew its head off before she even noticed it. He smirked and looked back at her to see if she’d seen his impressive kill.
His self satisfied grin slid off his face in an instant and he moved to her side quickly.
“Is…” his raspy voice made her look at him.
It broke his goddamn heart when he saw her puffy pink cheeks and swollen eyes. She’d been crying silently the whole walk. His hand reached out and held her wrist gently, at which point she let out a great hiccup and her chest jumped. The spasms kept coming and soon she was sobbing grossly, curling in on herself to try and quell the ache.
“Smoothskin,” he breathed softly and pulled her tight to his chest, tucking her under a great muscular arm.
Re: F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1b/?
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(Anonymous) 2014-10-02 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-02 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)He kicked open the door and threw their packs onto the stained couch before closing the door and sliding down it until he was on the floor. She looked up at him with wide eyes shining and it was like his tongue turned to ash in his mouth. He was not a man of words. She needed something, and he knew that, but he had no idea what. What could he do with this woman, who looked like the lost kid she had when they’d first begun to travel together? Words swam in his head but he couldn’t quite grasp onto any and form them into anything fitting. What do you say to someone who just watched their dad die? Comforting the bereaved was never anything he’d had to do.
She felt drained. Bereft. It was like nothing she’d felt before. Like a rusty knife twisting in her gut, slowly pulling out her innards. Charon looked lost and she knew he didn’t know what to do with her, but neither did she. His hands soothed her, rubbing along her spine, but he needed to do something else. Fighting for the words to say, he opened his mouth and closed it several times as she cried softly, looking up at him occasionally.
With nothing else to do, he pressed his lips to her temple, which soon turned into him peppering her whole face with soft, chaste kisses. She held his face in her hands and pulled him into a desperate kiss. As always, the rough texture of his lips and tongue gave her goosebumps and she kissed him like her life depended on it. Teeth nipped at lips, and his hand knotted in her hair, tugging it and earning a sigh from her. If the blood hadn’t been rushing south from his head, he might have questioned if it was right to do this today. But as it was, he was getting more and more aroused by the second and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her and hopefully make her forget for just a few moments.
Isadora refused to think about it. It wasn’t the right time for these whispers of love and ravenous kisses but she needed it. He gave a low growl as she climbed into his lap, straddling him against the door. His fingers fumbled with the zip of her armour, eventually managing to work it low enough to be able to free her breasts. She was pressing kisses along his jawline, tasting his salty skin and exposed muscle.
“Is…” he groaned into her hair, tweaking one of her hard nipples.
She ground her hips down on him and felt the familiar swell of his erection pressing against her insistently. Her throat still burned from the tears, but it was forgotten when he pulled her hair to snap her head back so that he could attach his lips and teeth to her neck. It sent shivers down her spine right down into her groin and she let out a hiss when he nipped her collarbone. She shrugged out of her armour and pressed herself tight to him, adoring the way his rough flesh rubbed her raw.
F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1d/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-02 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)His hips bucked in anticipation, knowing what she was promising with those little sucky kisses down his stomach. Her callused fingers fought his pants until they came loose and she could reach into his boxers. The tip of her little finger brushed his hard cock and he grunted, hand fisting in her hair again. She released him from the aged cloth and gave him that little smirk, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
Her tongue flickered across the sensitive head of his cock and he let out a shuddering breath, tugging her hair gently. She wished they’d had chance for some kind of wash, if she was honest, he tasted of sweat and leather. The familiar heat of her wet mouth surrounded him, drawing a groan of pleasure from his lips. She swallowed more of him into her throat until she reached the point of gagging, before pulling back. He grunted at the sudden cold and looked down at her.
“You want more, Daddy?” she asked in that sexy fucking breathy voice, still gazing up at him with those big brown eyes.
It might have made him question it again, hearing her call him that name, but honestly he wouldn’t have cared if she called him fucking Azrukhal at this point. He just really needed her lips around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck yes,” Charon replied and she grinned at him wickedly before taking him in her mouth again.
She tightened her hand around him, pumping him at the base as she licked and sucked him to earn those deep growls from him. Her slip of the tongue hadn’t crossed her mind, and she wasn’t prepared to think about it right now even if it had. He tugged her hair again and she released him from her mouth, moving instead to lap at his balls as she smoothed her hand along his shaft. The textures of his cock were enticing all on their own, and she was getting wetter just thinking about how they felt.
“Shit, Is,” he hissed and gripped her shoulders, pulling her away from him.
She smirked, “Come on Daddy, give it to me.”
He threw her onto the rotting carpet and dragged off her pants. Charon had to admit, it may be fucked up but this whole Daddy thing was pretty hot. His hand slid into her panties and went straight for her swollen clit.
“What do you want babygirl?” he asked, kissing up the side of her neck and onto her jawline.
The words sent shivers down her spine and she arched against him, “You”
He shoved her underwear down her legs and kicked her legs apart with his knee. Her silky lips brushed against the head of his cock and he growled, biting down on her neck where it met her jaw. She bucked her hips, rubbing her sensitive bud against the ridges of remaining flesh on his shaft. Moans of pleasure dripped from her lips as she pressed herself as close as she could to him. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and tweaked the hard nipples as she worked herself against him. He could feel the gentle quivering that signalled her getting close to a release and ground his hips down on her.
“Please Daddy,” she groaned into his shoulder.
Re: F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1d/?
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(Anonymous) 2014-10-14 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)_________________________________________
Charons cock was achingly hard and he knew what she wanted, positioning himself at her core before edging himself into her. She cried out his name and gripped his shoulders with her nails.
“You are mine,” he growled, looking down at her intensely as he rolled his hips, feeling every tense of her muscles.
She reached up to kiss him, “Yours.”
He began to thrust into her, slowly and deeply, earning gasps from her mouth into his. Isadora moved her hips up against him, matching his rhythm and trying to speed him up. His hands gripped her hipbones hard, pinning them down so that he could keep up his slower more deliberate stroke.
“No, babygirl, I want it slow today,” he chastised her, finding himself getting into this new little thing they were doing. If he hadn’t been buried to the hilt in her, he may have wanted to laugh at himself for calling her babygirl, but right now it felt too god damn hot.
The almost painful pressure of his hands on her, mixed with the dirty talk was making her head spin. She knotted a hand in a patch of his hair and pressed the other flat on his spine, pulling him as close as possible to her. His patchwork cock drove her crazy, rubbing and catching inside her where the flesh was gone. The smell of sweat and blood rolled off of him but it only served to get her wetter tonight.
Her hips bucked against his hands and he lifted her legs onto his hips, rocking back onto his knees and pulling her with him. She pushed herself up so she could watch as his huge erection slid into her again and moaned loudly.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he pressed his thumb to her clit and felt her spasm around him.
She screwed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself to straddle him. He held still, waiting for her answer, and she desperately ground her hips down against his.
“I want you to make me scream,” she moaned into his ear.
That was enough for him, and he thrust up into her with force, all desire for slow and steady gone from his mind. Now he wanted to fuck her into oblivion. He gripped her shoulders from behind, supporting her back and he viciously drew in and out of her. She cried out when he bucked so deep it hurt, stretching her with his massive girth.
“Don’t stop,” she purred into his silky red locks, one hand supporting herself on his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t tugging his remaining hair.
Jesus, she was so tight in this position it made him grit his teeth. Everything about her surrounded him and he struggled to focus on anything but bouncing this fucking smoothskin on his cock. She smelled like those dank tunnels they’d used to get from the Memorial but he didn’t care. He growled and bit down on her neck, determined to mark her as much as he could. His girl.
Their lips met in a rough and hungry kiss, tongues swirling against each other and moans of pleasure mingling between them. She felt the familiar ache in her stomach and knew it was getting close.
“Ah, fuck,” she hissed.
“Give it to me babygirl,” he nipped her bottom lip, pounding into her violently.
She moaned long and low as she gripped him tight in her muscles and came hard.
“Good girl,” he growled, “Now I want you to ride me.”
Re: F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-15 02:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-27 07:37 am (UTC)(link)F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1f/1f COMPLETED
(Anonymous) 2014-12-09 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)_______________________________________________________________________
Her eyes were clouded with lust as she shoved him back to lie beneath her. She felt weak but was determined to please him.
“Like this, Daddy?” she moaned as she slid herself onto his considerable length.
He grunted when he was buried inside her and grabbed a handful of her hair, “Yes babygirl.”
She smiled and braced her feet against his thighs, beginning to ride him slowly before picking up the pace. Charon tugged her hair and pressed his other hand to the small of her back, supporting her as she rocked back and forth on him. The different angle had her moaning his name over and over. His hips bucked up occasionally and he could feel her muscles massaging him as she got closer.
Charon looked up at her, back arched and hips moving rhythmically, wondering at her. She closed her eyes and let out a long whine, hands cupping her heaving breasts. He slapped her ass harshly and she gasped.
“Faster baby,” he grunted, grabbing her ass with one hand and squeezing hard.
With the other hand he pressed his thumb to her clit, swiping the swollen bud
mercilessly. She cried out, her whole body spasming and had to sit back, bracing herself with one hand on his thigh. Her insides clenched him so tight he thought it should hurt, but all he felt was his balls tightening ready to fill her up.
“Shit,” he hissed as her pace picked up. He continued to rub at her clit with his thumb and she was moaning and shaking now.
“Whose are you?” he slapped her ass again.
“Yours”
“Whose?” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sensations driving him wild.
“Yours Daddy,” she felt her body cramping and protesting to all this effort.
“Damn right you are,” he couldn’t stop his hips as they thrust erratically up to meet her.
She ground down on him, letting out a squeal when he hit her so deep it hurt. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it as hard as he dared, making her head snap back every time their bodies rutted against each other. Everything in him tensed and he could feel the desperate need raging through him.
“Ah,” she cried, “Come inside me Daddy.”
That did it, he came hard and long with a string of choked growls. It spurred her on and she carried on riding him hard and fast until he vaguely felt her body pull around him and she let out a keening moan as she shook and came.
She collapsed on his chest straight away, heaving for breath. He felt himself going limp and slowly sliding out of her. Charon wrapped her in his arms and smoothed her matted and sweaty hair with one shaking hand. With the other he gently stroked her bare back, fingering the scars dotted along her spine and shoulders.
He felt more than heard her start crying again, and tried to remember this wasn’t about him, it was her loss flooding back in.
Isadora clenched her jaw, the tender movements of Charons hands making her want to sob all on their own.
“I love you,” he breathed into her hair.
She didn’t dare speak, not trusting herself to do so without wailing and sobbing. So she lay on his chest, legs tangled with his and cried softly into the ruined flesh of him.
Re: F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1f/1f COMPLETED
(Anonymous) 2014-12-10 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Isadora, at least she has Charon around to comfort her.