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atomicwrangler2016-11-03 06:15 pm
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Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I
Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!
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- No M/F content, regardless of the orientations of the parties involved.
- No sexual content involving anyone under the age of 18.
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- Trans and NB characters are more than welcome.
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Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-06 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)...Sugar, Danse should be reciprocating in some way, shouldn’t he? Shyly, he reaches out and puts his hand in Em’s hair. He means to keep his touch gentle, but Em hums and Danse tightens his grip without thinking, and that gets a reaction -- Em’s eyes flutter shut and he moans around Danse’s cock, the hand in his jeans speeding up.
“Hey,” Danse gasps out through a supreme act of will. “Eyes on me -- ”
Em’s eyes fly open and he makes an indignant little sound that reverberates through Danse’s entire body, but his eyes are laughing -- that’s what does Danse in, more than anything else. “Fuck, Em -- ” is all Danse manages to get out before he comes apart at the seams, his hips jerking up despite his best efforts, his hand tightening in Em’s hair.
Em rides it out and continues lapping at Danse’s cock until it’s too much; Danse tugs on Em’s hair with the intent of doing -- something, he’s not capable of thinking that far ahead right now, but that seems to be enough. Em shudders under Danse’s hand, his breath catching in his throat, then relaxes, slumping against the workbench, his body warm and solid against Danse’s shin.
“Fuck, sorry,” Danse says. “I was going to… I wanted to be good for you.”
“You do swear! And I’m not complaining,” floats up from the vicinity of Danse’s knee. “Let go for a second -- ”
Danse’s hand is still buried in Em’s hair. “Oh!” he says, pulling back.
“No, no, here -- ” Em’s hand appears over the edge of the workbench, feeling around until he finds Danse’s hand. His hand gets dragged back down and brushed once through Em’s hair.
“Oh,” Danse says. He continues the motion; Em sighs contentedly and wiggles into a new, presumably more comfortable position with a little sigh. “How was that?” he asks.
“Outstanding,” Danse says fervently. It doesn’t register how inappropriate a compliment that is until Em lifts his head long enough to give Danse a funny look.
“No! Not outstanding -- I mean, yes, but -- I’m no good at this,” Danse admits in defeat.
Em looks at him for a moment longer before laughing. “Still not complaining,” he murmurs, relaxing back against Danse.
Danse pets Em’s hair for a moment longer. “I should get dressed,” he says. Em nods sleepily. “And clean up my power armor.” More nodding. “And -- Rhys is in the barracks,” he says, “and Haylen should be back at -- some point, so we should -- if you leave first, then I leave after -- ”
“Or,” Em interrupts, “you could come sleep down here with me.”
After a moment, Danse slides off the workbench onto the ground next to Em. It’s not that comfortable, and they’ll probably get cold, and there’s feral ghoul solidifying into the joints of Danse’s armor even now, but -- Em curls into him, slinging an arm across his chest, and it seems a little irrelevant.
That’s okay. Danse can enjoy the afterglow for a minute, and then he’ll get back to work. He closes his eyes, leaning against Em’s solid warmth. He’s allowed to enjoy this, just for a bit.
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Danse wakes up with a start. Sunlight is pouring in through the window. Em is still there, sprawled halfway out from underneath the -- blanket? When did that get there -- snoring quietly against Danse.
It takes some careful wiggling, but Em is apparently a heavy sleeper; tucking himself back into his uniform with a wince, Danse wraps the blanket around Em and pads out into the police station. It’s still early, maybe he can dodge Haylen and --
“You look like hell -- long patrol, huh?” Rhys says sympathetically.
Danse freezes.
“We’re just on our way out,” Haylen says. “We got word from Sanctuary of some salvage near here.” As Rhys turns towards the door, she mouths YOU OWE ME at Danse.
Danse nods fervently.
She nods, then wiggles her eyebrows at him and makes an obscene hand gesture as soon as Rhys’s back is turned. “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” she singsongs.
“What was that supposed to mean?” he hears Rhys ask as the door closes.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.”
He’s going to have to wingman for her until he dies.
Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-06 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 03:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 09:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 11:26 am (UTC)(link)There's so much personality packed into this, and it's sweet, sexy and funny. A perfect Danse fic ❤️️
Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)Em is adorable, and you even managed to make Rhys fairly likeable and even the object of some sympathy which I greatly enjoy. Smug Haylen is an excellent bonus. And Danse...
Glorious, tongue-tied, socially-inept Danse. This is everything I adore about his insufferable tin-clad booty. Thank you so much for sharing with us all.
Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 02:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: Military T-60 Boy [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 02:45 am (UTC)(link)i love Em. bury me with a copy of bearback