#boone x courier

[lelelego]

boy and his watchdog

[viperra1]

THEY TOOK BOONE.

The floor of his room in Lucky 38 was littered with bolts and screws, just waiting to be fixed into something more tangible. The Courier furrowed his brow, distracted by the frantic noises from the hall. Again. He had to hop through the trash to get to his door. "Hey, y'all, quick question – can a man have some fucking silence in his own damn house?" The noises stopped. Veronica looked at him, eyes wide and gaping from some sort of a mix between panic, pain and worry. "Six..." Ah. His guts felt like they were put in cold Siberian water. "No. Where's Boone? You were with him." The Courier paused, heartbeat quickening. He did not breathe. "He's still at McCarran?" Veronica could not utter another word. "Six..." The other people in the hall were quiet, standing around the corners, just... watching. Waiting, maybe. He did not know, and neither did he care. Finally, Gannon took the lead, laying a hand on devastated Veronica. He took a quick look at the back of her head. Injury? "McCarran was attacked by the Legion soldiers, Six. They... took captives. A captive." "...I see." Even though his palm now turned hot and sweaty, was still holding the door handle. He stood still, looking at every single person in this room – the people who's gone to battle with him, who took care of him, took care of each other and of the people that they all were oh, so tirelessly trying to save, day after day after day. The rage that he felt got nothing to do with them. He already has the crimson red look, so, well. With the level of burning, scorching, bloodlust rage he felt, this famous God damned Bull might as well be him right now. "Okay," he took a deep breath, exhale long and shuddering with anger. "Right... Get ready, folks. We're going to fucking war." He turned to Veronica, then. "You did good." If his smile was more murderous than thankful, well. His people would not hold a grudge.

details and grayscale!! i'm really proud of this piece :)

hewwo!! if any of you got to the end of the post – i am writing a fic with this courier oc x boone!! let me know if you'd be interested in reading it 🥺 i'm still too easily discouraged when in comes to writing, so support will be MUCH appreciated!!!!

[thecreedsmaxim]

some boonesix shitposts 😔 I CANT GET THEM OUT OF MY HEADDDD GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUTTTT

[phoneyotc]

[iliketangerines]

jealous fox

a/n: art by @inienil and also the fic is for her as well because she got me into fall out

pairing: vulpes inculta x gn!reader x craig boone

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), boone goes down down down on reader/courier, vulpes inculta, nonconsensual voyeurism/exhibitionism bc vulpes is always watching, some overstimulation, some repressed feelings, the whole shebang yk

Vulpes watches as you and Boone set up camp for the night, unbeknownst to the legionnaire tracking you through the desert

he didn’t quite understand why his Caesar had thought of you so important, especially traveling with the profligate Boone: NCR scum who stood against everything that Vulpes fought for

Boone was nothing more than a degenerate, deserving of the cross and to lay his sins in front of the burning sun, but if Caesar deemed you worthy enough of Vulpes attention, then Vulpes would listen and follow

settling down into the dirt and dust of the cracked earth, Vulpes set up his own small quarters, just enough so that he would not be covered in filth when the morning came

he adjusted his hood so that he could peek at the two of you over the rocks he hid behind and so that Boone would not spot and shoot him

nothing in particular happened in the next hour, you chattering useless drivel as Boone listened in his quiet, and Vulpes let the soft breeze carry your voices down to him

as the night set in, the moon cooling the earth and bringing about the noise of the dark, you seemed to settle down as well, only the crackling fire and the sound of clinking bottles filled the air

Vulpes kept watch as Boone cleaned his weapon methodically, practiced hands sliding over the metal with ease, and he flicked his eyes over to you as well, blinking as he saw that you watched Boone’s hands with rapt attention

in the chittering of the night, Vulpes could not hear your conversation but he could see Boone’s lips moving as the sniper glanced toward you and he could see you flinch and then raise your hand to rub the back of your neck in embarrassment

you move your head to the side and then mumble something before taking another sip of your drink, and Boone goes back to his gun, wiping it of its gunpowder and grease

in the next few minutes, your gaze drifts back to Boone’s hands, and Vulpes watches as you lose all interest in your drink, opting to instead lick your lips as you stare

your eyes flick back up to Boone, finding him staring right back at you, but this time you do not look away

Boone clenches hard onto his gun as he stares at you, his lips moving and Vulpes squints, trying to decipher the words

he still cannot hear and can only watch the silent conversation as you say something back, and Vulpes watches as your grip tightens on the drink in your hand

and then Boone raises his hand to cup your cheek, his lips moving once more almost as if asking a question, and you nod

Boone leans forward, kissing you, and you drop the drink in your hand, letting it fall to the ground and spill its contents onto the ground as you move one hand to cup the back of Boone’s neck and move the other to clutch onto Boone’s shoulder

Vulpes clenches his jaw and feels something clench onto his heart as he watches the two of you kiss and claw at each other like wild monsters

Caesar was wrong to be interested in you

indulging in the worldly pleasures of life that did nothing to further your goal was the trait of a degenerate, someone who deserved punishment and death

you acted like a profligate worthy of the cross, and yet Caesar, the son of Mars, still purported that you had great value in spreading the word of the Legion

Vulpes thought that you would be better in the Gomorrah, or perhaps you would be better as his personal whore, his pet, his prize after all he has done for his Caesar

he watches, a sneer on his face, as you fall onto your back, Boone covering the length of your body with his, and he moves his knee against your crotch

a sinful sound leaves you, one that even Vulpes can hear from his distance, and he lets out a breath, something inside of him trembling as he hears you let out more of those noises as Boone lets you grind against his leg

you move your lips from Boone’s to instead bury your face into his neck instead, and Boone lets you hide your face as he grinds his knee into you

a loud punched-out whine leaves you, one that even muffled grinds into Vulpes ears and sends a jolt from his chest down to his stomach

Vulpes could feel the stirrings of his cock inside of his skirt, and he curses at himself, clenching his fist so hard that his nails cut into his palm

it was not his fault, it was because of you, your degeneracy, your filthy sounds sending him further and further into the pleasures of a profligate

he grits his teeth and watches as you let your head flop down onto the floor, almost as if exhausted, and Boone croons at you, his lips dipping down to the nape of your neck

you squirm underneath the man, and he simply continues his assault upon your neck as one hand easily undoes the belts on your pants and then slips one underneath

Vulpes watches as you jolt underneath the touch, openly moaning into the air as your hands scrabble at the Boone’s shoulders

this was filthy, disgusting, a plunge into sin and an indulgence of pleasure and yet Vulpes could not stop watching, could only feel his own cock rise and ache for touch

it was not fault, it was not his fault, Vulpes repeated the mantra to himself as he reached into his skirt and wrapped his hand around the length of himself

he bit his lip to stop the sound that threatened to escape him as he pumped his hand up and down, his eyes never leaving your trembling body as Boone brought you to another high

you let out another sound and then fall limp onto the floor, almost tired, and Boone presses another kiss to your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck

although Vulpes cannot tell for sure what Boone does, he can see how you shake and flinch underneath the ministrations, and he can see Boone take his hat off and then shove it into your mouth to gag you

even through your makeshift gag, Vulpes can still hear your moan, and he lets out a gasp as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, biting his lip when he’s realized his error

you can’t be human to have this hold over him, he was loyal to Caesar, to never indulge in personal pleasures for the sake of pleasure

perhaps you were some sort of heavenly being meant to test him, to test his resolve and his loyalty to the Legion, maybe you had held magic and cast a spell when you had first met him

Vulpes lets out a stuttering breath as he watches Boone jerk your pants down and then pull them off before letting your thighs settle onto his shoulders

one of your arms press over your eyes as if you were embarrassed, and your other hand grips onto his beret to press further into your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your sounds

it doesn’t matter because Boone presses his head in between your legs, his arms wrapping over your thighs to pull you in closer to him, and you only whine louder

Vulpes can’t turn his eyes away, not when you tremble so…deliciously

he should look away, should sneer at the both of you, should leave and report that you are unfit to Caesar, should kill Boone and take you prisoner during your vulnerability

and yet all he does is grip onto his own cock tighter, suppressing a hiss as he watches you buck your hips into Boone’s mouth

he can feel his mouth go dry as you shake and and tremble and fall apart so easily underneath Boone

it seemed almost unreal, an illusion, the great courier, strong and unyielding, able to fight off ghouls and beasts with ease now trembling and falling apart with something so simple

Vulpes simply watches as Boone seems to lose himself in between your legs, even as you start to whine and whimper and even as tears start to drip your face

he can’t help but think you look so pretty crying and helpless as Boone ignores your pleas that it’s too much

he can’t help but think that you would look prettier if he was the one in between your legs and making you cry all those tears

his hand pumps faster around his cock as he imagines it was him there, that you were making all those sounds for him, that you were crying tears of pleasure because of him and not Boone

snapping his eyes back open, he focuses his gaze back on you as you shake and whine out Boone’s name in a hoarse voice

Boone murmurs something, Vulpes can’t hear it and something aches inside of him when you smile, earnestly smile up at Boone

not one of lust nor politeness nor pride

it’s something different, and Vulpes feels frustration claw at his stomach as you and Boone kiss so tenderly

not like before when you and Boone had been so desperate to touch each other, this time it is more tender, softer, gentler

Vulpes grits his teeth, watching as you rake your nails down Boone’s back through his shirt, watching as Boone takes off the rest of his pants, leaving him in only his shirt

it should look ridiculous, the both of you only half-undressed, and he should attack you both when the both of you are vulnerable

your weapons are scattered in the sand away from you two, his weapon sits right next to his hip, ready to be drawn and slay the both of you

he does nothing but bite his lip and grip onto his cock tighter as he watches Boone push himself into you while the two of you groan in unison, and he continues to watch as Boone rocks in and out of you, his pace speeding up until it’s the filthy sound of his hips slapping against yours

Boone groans quietly, only heard by Vulpes through the breeze, and you whine pitifully, your nails scratching at Boone’s back and your legs wrapped tight around Boone’s waist

even from Vulpe’s spot far from you, he can still hear the filthy squelch of Boone’s cock thrusting into you, and Vulpes wants to shoot Boone down right where he stands

it should be Vulpes there, fucking you into oblivion, not an NCR degenerate

Boone doesn’t deserve to hear all your sweet moans, every filthy pathetic sound that spills from your lips as you slowly start chanting Boone’s name like a prayer

Boone doesn’t deserve to kiss and bite at your neck, feeling your skin against his as your nails drag along his back

Boone doesn’t deserve you

Vulpes lets out a small grunt as you cry out Boone’s name, the NCR profligate groaning out your name as well as his hips slow down and finally come to stop, his cock buried deep inside out of you as he lets you ride out your high

you shake and tremble in Boone’s hold as he lifts his head up to kiss you, and Vulpes feel the last of his seed spill out onto his hands, wasted on the dry earth

it’s disgusting, Vulpes shouldn’t have to be watching you two from a distance, he should be fucking you full of his cum right now, to claim you as his

he wants to hold you down and bite your neck as you moan out his name and beg him to cum

he wants to hear you beg and beg and cry for him as he denies you what you so desperately crave

he wants to feel you fall apart and tremble and shake and gasp all because of him

he wants-

he wants to kiss you and have you look at him the same way you looked at Boone

the sound of rustling fabric brings Vulpes out of his trance, and he watches as the NCR profligate slowly slips out of you, a small whine escaping your lips at the action, and grabs a towel and his water canister from his bag

slowly, Boone cleans you of the dust and grime from the day and from fucking you against the dirt, and you seem grateful, relaxing and swaying slightly and leaning into Boone

Vulpes can feel his jaw becoming sore with how hard he clenches it, and he puts his forehead up against the rock to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths

it doesn’t matter that Boone has you right now

in due time, you would be Vulpes’s, he would make sure of it

you would join the Legion, you would be his, and he would pleasure you greater than any NCR degenerate every could

yes, you would see the error of your ways, and you would be his

he would be the one to make you cry, the one to make you shake, the one to make you moan as you reach your release

he would be the one to…

to kiss you so gently, to clean you up afterwards, to wrap his arms around your body as the both of you bathe in the afterglow and drift off into sleep

Vulpes looks up from his post one last time, engraving the memory of you sleeping peacefully into his mind, before cleaning himself up and laying down to sleep for the night

he would continue following you, he would go back to Caesar and give his report, and then, he would have you

forever

[grimbothefool]

I like...him

[mikulover12]

1 am rn, but heres art of boone and my courier!! and a chibi too as bonus lol (its from an animation of mine, you can find it on my tiktok, it has the other companions too)

[rosiesatombomb]

Craig Boone relationship hcs

Gn reader, sfw

A/N: this is in fact pretty angsty so be warned. I rlly like Boone and I have so many thoughts about him ughhhh

Requests still open!!

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Boone loves to listen to literally anything. He doesn’t have a lot to say but he thinks about a lot of different thing’s

He doesn’t communicate a lot of what he thinks. He wants to keep a lot of it to himself unless it concerns the courier

Boone truly hates himself, often depriving himself of basic needs because he feels like he doesn’t need it. He only really eats old pre-war canned food which tastes bad. But he eats it anyway, it’s more fuel rather than something he enjoys

It takes him a while to learn to at least like himself again. And it takes alot of work on the couriers part as well. It takes a lot of reassurance and patience

Not a big fan of sleep. He says it leaves him open, especially when camping out in the wastes. But he also does this in the casinos and motels

He also has frequent nightmares. Mainly about bitter springs but some about Carla. Both make his skin crawl and he feels like he can’t talk about either

I think the only way Boone could truly be at peace in a way is if the legion is wiped out and Caesar is dead. Preferably by his hand

If this does happen he doesn’t even come to terms with it until years later. He is still constantly on edge when traveling the Mojave because he’s used to the fear

It would take YEARS for Boone to be able to even think of getting into a relationship again. Of course he still wants a family but he can’t help but think of what he could have had with Carla

Boone feels as if he doesn’t deserve his partner. In his mind he can’t love normally and he wouldn’t want to put someone through that

He was insecure about himself in his relationship with Carla. She was everything he wasn’t, he didn’t think he was deserving of her, and after her passing he thinks he’s even less worthy

It’s why he’s surprised the courier had confessed to him. They know more about him than anyone. They know things he was to scared to tell Carla and yet they still love him

He does not understand it at all

He needs a patient partner. He can be incredibly closed off if something is eating at him. He would appreciate being checked up on but he’s not going to talk about it in the moment

Boone is incredibly perceptive and able to read his partner like a book. Great listener, he can tell always what’s bothering his partner

He usually pulls them aside, and lets them process it for a minute and ask if they want to talk about it

Not a big gift giver unless it has meaning. Like the beret he gave them on their first meeting

As I said before he’s incredibly perceptive, he takes notice of the little things his partner does like stocking up on his favorite foods or buying him more ammo. He really appreciates that, he does the same when he has the chance

Not a huge PDA person. He won’t ever initiate it in public but won’t complain if his partner does (he really likes it but he won’t tell them that)

Needs a partner who is willing to take control, he can take the lead but he’s anxious about romance in general. It will take him a while before finding his proper footing

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Would you maybe be willing to do an alphabet for Boone? SFW or NSFW either way is okay with me!! I just want more Boone content <3 thank youuu your writing is amazing bestie

Boone SFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Boone shows his affection in strange ways. He'll frequently pass you canisters of water when you both are wandering through the desert, stare at you silently when you're talking, and at night, he'll hold you close to him. He never verbalizes his thoughts toward you and only shows how he's feeling through his actions.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It's not often that Boone feels he can place his trust in someone else, so if he considers you to be a friend, he'll take you and your relationship with him very seriously. He'd care more about your health and tell you to rest when he deems you need it, whereas he'd just stay quiet around someone else.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He'll only cuddle you when he's certain that there's no one else around (usually at night). He'll wrap his arms around your torso and firmly press your back into his chest. He feels that you're safest when he has you in this position and he'd hold you like that forever if he could.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants to settle down so badly. It's all he ever dreamed of when he was still with Carla. He wants nothing more than to find a small, stable community where you and him can build a home and raise a kid. He's not very good at cleaning, and he can only cook basic things, but he'd defend his family to his death if it were required of him. Ideally, he'd like it to be where you were the one at home with the kids while he did the scavenging and more grueling, work-centered jobs.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd tell you in the morning as he packed his things, his back turned to you as he'd be too ashamed to face you head-on. You'd have to have been working with the Legion or do something drastic for him to react in this manner, which is why he feels so embarrassed to have ever loved you, and a part of him still will. It's better for you to just leave quickly.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He doesn't really care too much about marriage. If you want to go through the ritual, then he'd go along with it, but there aren't many people he'd want to invite.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He tries his best to be gentle with you physically since he knows how strong his NCR training has made him, but there are times when he just needs to get you away from danger. Sometimes, when he spots a band of Legionaries off in the distance, he'll yank you down below a rock roughly as he plans on the best way to get away from them. But, those are the only times when he'd put more force behind his actions. He's very closed off emotionally and not very good at comforting others, so he mostly relies on the ways he can physically take care of you instead during moments like that.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He only hugs you when he feels you were close to dying, otherwise, he'd rather keep his stoic appearance up.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a while for him to finally feel as if he's ready to say it. It'll be during a quiet night out in the Mojave with the two of you laying beside one another in silence when he'd say he loved you. It'd be so silent you almost couldn't make out what he whispered, but that's how he'd first tell you.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn't get jealous as much as he gets protective. He'll stand behind you and make himself look as threatening as he can manage in an attempt to scare off whoever it is you're with. Sometimes, if he thinks it's necessary, he'll grab the front of the person's shirt and shove them back, but that's as physical as he'd get. Of course, if he thought they were going to harm you, he'd just find a way to kill them, but he's not usually that paranoid.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are rough and passionate. He only kisses you in private, so everything he feels for you while you're both out in public will slowly build up until he can finally get you alone.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

Awkward? He's afraid he'll influence them somehow so he tries not to talk to them too much. He's a dangerous man with an awful past and he'd hate for it to rub off on them. Unlucky for him, most kids think he's really cool and will cling to him like static.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Groggily. He wakes up fairly early so mornings are spent with him going around and packing things to take for the day while you try your best to wake up and get ready with him.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Boone are filled with affection and him clinging to you. He hates PDA, so once you and he are back behind closed doors, his bottled-up love for you finally releases itself and he doesn't let you go.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals his past to you before you even get together. It's a very gradual progression with him and you'll know almost everything you need to before you both even kiss for the first time.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He tries not to let things get to him, but he can't help but become a little upset whenever you do something he thinks is stupid or dangerous. He also has a lot of PTSD, so I imagine that there are little things that can trigger him to be more defensive and angry.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Boone is painfully observant and will remember so many little things that he notices or that you say. That being said, he also has a terrible habit of remembering the bigger aspects of yourself. He can't remember dates to save his life, so while he'll know the exact words you used to describe the sunset a month ago, he struggles to remember your birthday or even your middle name.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He appreciates the silent moments more than anything. The times spent admiring the world around you or sharing a drink at some dingy place in Freeside. Those instances speak volumes to him and he loves that there doesn't have to be an ongoing dialogue for you both to be comfortable in each other's presence.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He'd protect you with his life. He has enough experience with combat to feel confident in keeping you safe. He'll snipe anyone if he suspects they're out for you, with no qualms or guilt attached.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not much. Boone's a simple guy. A quick game of cards or a walk around a town is enough for him to feel satisfied with his efforts.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't talk to you. There are so many instances where he's stressed out of his mind, but he just refuses to open up to you about it, which leads to a few arguments since you can't tell why he's so angry or upset at something.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very. He doesn't really care how he or his partner looks. What matters to him is that he loves you and you love him. Why should anyone's appearance come between that?

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. He's lost Carla already, he couldn't imagine similarly losing you. It'd shatter him in ways he'd never be able to explain.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He hardly ever showers.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don't really see him with someone shy or completely incompetent in battle. It's not completely off the table, but he'd prefer to have someone who can hold their own if necessary and be able to stand up for themselves.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Boone struggles with his sleeping habits so most nights are just him laying and running his hands through your hair. Ideally, he falls asleep at 11:00 and wakes up at 5:00, but he's not always that lucky.

[artmusicwhatever]

I Forgot To Remember to Forget

A singer and a soldier swap stories in the nuclear wasteland. Their pasts will reveal themselves to each other even if they rather forget them.

[ufologyexpert]

I've been trying to get drawings done instead I've just been ending up with incomplete sketches.

[lelelego]

misc boone/eli (?) doodles!

[viperra1]

a rare moment of reprieve

a closeup:

[snail-eggs]

KISSING DOWN THE GD BODY BOONESIX YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO 🔥🔥

pairing: Craig Boone/Courier 6 (F!OC)

warnings: smut. sex. they finally fuck. are you happy, Rags? you've created a monster. Seriously though, this is my first attempt at smut. That's a warning on its own.

divider by @/saradika

There’s something off about this. About the way Six looks as she’s counting their remaining bullets in the divot in her lap. She looks more alive than she has the past few days, despite the bags under her eyes growing worse and worse by the day. 

The house around them is falling apart. Foundation groaning with every strong gust of wind. He taps his boot against the steel bed frame. Rust flakes off. He has no idea how it’ll carry his weight, let alone both of theirs. Boone’ll let her take it tonight, he thinks. She needs the sleep more than him, even if her pseudo-prophetic dreams keep her from getting any real rest. 

What he doesn’t know, however, is that it isn’t just visions of tornadoes, swirling around the irradiated dirt and leaving nothing in their wake that’s haunting her. No, more recently, it's his hands. Six hasn’t been able to stop thinking about his hands. Looking at them. At the way they grip his rifle, pull the trigger just so. The way his hands clench, knuckles turning white when she’d asked one question too many. 

She wonders how they’d feel in her own. If his white-knuckled grasp would really hurt. She doesn’t think so, though. Not so long as he’s holding her. When it really comes down to it, Six thinks, all she wants is to feel him. If it hurts, then it hurts. So be it. 

Six looks up at him now from her spot on the floor. Bathed in the warm wasteland glow, he looks like something else entirely. Something not Boone—closer to the approximation of him that lives in her head and nowhere else. Lives deep in her chest too, she supposes. Close to her heart. And in her chest, her heart thumps hard against her ribs. Six can feel it in her throat. She swallows hard when he looks back; looks her right in the eyes in that precise, cutting way he always does. And maybe it's a trick of the light or the lack of sleep, but she sees something else there too. Something that softens the edge of his gaze. Her heart beats faster.

This adrenaline rush isn’t new. Odd, sure, but not new. Six can recall having felt it precisely once before. With Benny. At the Tops, on his bed after too many drinks, roughly fourteen months after he’d shot her in the head. But she wasn’t scared then, not at all. Guesses that means she isn’t scared now, either. Just nervous.

Boone has never made her nervous, though. Not back in Dinky’s mouth when he’d pointed his rifle right in between her eyes, not ever. 

Except for now, in this rotting house, sitting at the foot of some disgusting bed. Staring.

Six has forgotten all about the bullets now. They lay scattered on the floor, less than a handful still resting in her palm. There’s a flash of concern in Boone’s face then. He leans his rifle against the wall. Drops down to his knees right in front of her and begins to pick up the bullets in between Six’s legs like it's nothing. Like he isn’t so close. Her jaw clenches. 

“You need to sleep,” he’s tossing the bullets back into the box by the handful. His fingers brush against the ones in her palm. Hesitate for a moment before he grabs them up like all the others. “Look like you’re gonna keel over any second.” 

Her hands move of their own accord, cup Boone’s face on either side and tilt his head up to face her head-on. He’s deathly still—every muscle in his body tensed. Six runs her thumb back and forth on the rough skin of his cheek. Boone isn’t breathing, she thinks. He’s staring at her apprehensively. Like at any second, she’ll draw a knife and stab him right in the gut. Her eyes flit from his wary green eyes down to his lips. They linger there, long enough for Boone to notice. He inhales deep, exhales loudly. Their eyes meet again. 

Boone takes her by the back of the neck, faster than she can process. Pulls Six in and collides his mouth against hers .Its bruising—all wrong and still, neither of them break away. He can’t remember what it's like to kiss somebody—to really kiss somebody. Hasn’t so much as entertained the thought. Not after Carla. But now with Six’s lips pressed against his, it feels like second nature to have her so close. Feels like this is how it's supposed to be. He leans into her, the remaining bullets in his hand falling to the ground and he couldn’t care less about them. 

Six is halfway to having her back pressed against the dirty, splintering hardwood when his fingers find themselves tangled in her short brown locks and she pulls away. “Boone,” it's breathless, the way she says it. Nearly quieter than a whisper. She studies him as best she can from so close. Hasn’t ever seen him like this—so desperate. Hungry for more. Boone presses his forehead against hers. Leans into her, wordlessly begging to continue this—whatever this is. 

“Six.”

“Still want me to go to sleep now?”

And he chuckles earnestly before leaning in to kiss right under her jaw. Six’s breath hitches. She can feel Boone smile against her skin. He coaxes her back, tugs at her hair before he has her flush against the ground. It didn’t feel like this with Benny. Not even close. Six’s hands move down from his face to his chest; she clutches his shirt in a vice grip. Doesn’t think she ever wants to let go.

Her heart is beating out of her chest now, more so than before. She never imagined she’d have him this close, feeling the calluses on his hands run under her shirt; his fingertips digging into the skin of her waist like his life depends on it. Never thought she’d whimper at the pressure, only wanting more. 

This is dangerous territory they’ve crossed into. Despite the arousal muddling her thoughts as Boone grazes her collar bone with his teeth, Six wonders what comes after this. Nothing good, surely. She stares up at the ceiling, half hyperventilating now. He tugs at her shirt. She lets him take it off. Whatever the consequences are, they’re not worth losing Boone. Losing what she has with him. 

And yet. 

She’s got her hands on his shoulders now, beckoning him down further. His hands are starting to mess with the button of her pants. Six gasps—no, whines as he presses a chaste kiss to her abdomen. Then he stops. With her pants unbuttoned, zipper down as far as it’ll go, Boone leans back onto his knees. Takes in the sight of her before him. Looks a little spooked, even, and the sight makes Six smile. A laugh escapes her throat unwillingly. Boone watches her fondly through his heavy-lidded gaze. Runs his hand up and down her still-clothed thigh. The sun’s rays bleed through the windows as it sets. Light’s waning and he can still see those intense bags under her eyes better than anything else. His cock stirs in his pants watching the heaving of her bare chest. He doesn’t understand the scope of this—doesn’t want to consider the consequences—all he knows is that he has never wanted anyone more than he wants Six right now and it's killing him. It's been killing him since their last night at the Tops when he’d watched her disappear with Benny into his room for what he’s sure was a piss-poor fuck. Really he would have been fine with anyone else but Benny—never really thought he’d be in this position anyway. Something about it made his skin crawl. The thought of Benny running his hands all over Six’s body after what he did to her. After he shot her in the head and left her to die in Goodsprings like a dog.

Boone might not be deserving of Six, but Benny is even less so. 

If it has to be anyone, Boone sure as hell isn’t mad that it’s him. He’s fucking psyched about it actually—as psyched as Boone can realistically be about anything. He pulls his shirt over his head, unbuckles his belt with fervor and tosses it to the side. 

Six arches a brow, looks him up and down. She’s amused and he’s not entirely sure why. “What?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “You’re—you’re really pretty right now.”

“Pretty?”

“Handsome. Whatever. Cut me some slack, I don’t do this.”

“Six, we can stop if you—”

“Fuck off, I never said that.” Six reaches up, brings him in close and presses a gentle, languid kiss to his lips. Words catch in her throat when they pull apart. Words she can’t quite place. Only knows the tug she feels in her chest when they’re eye to eye. She’d stay like this forever if she could.

Tongues gliding against each other’s, Boone grinds his hips into Six’s. She’s half starved with the way she’s gripping at him in any way she can. These messy, open-mouthed kisses aren’t enough. Having his body pressed against hers isn’t enough. No, she’d need to be in his skin to be satisfied. Though she’ll settle for the next best thing. 

She reaches down, palms his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Boone groans into her mouth. He’s breathless now, desperate. 

When they fuck, its slow. He’s got one of her thighs held up against his hip as he drives himself into her at an agonizing pace. Being with Boone is nothing like how it was with Benny. There’s something fundamentally different about this, she thinks as she stifles her moan in the crook of his neck. Maybe Boone is just better at fucking—she doesn’t entirely doubt that—or maybe she’s just more present now that she’s not drunk off her ass. 

Benny was fun. Quick, but fun. They’d fumbled and laughed and drank but god, it was nothing like this. She’s almost glad it wasn’t. Glad she’s feeling this way with Boone instead. 

Her walls clench around him. The room’s completely dark now—Six has no clue how long they’ve been at this. She’s closer to the brink with every second that passes. Her breathing is becoming erratic—so are Boone’s thrusts. She comes loud and hard, nails digging crescent-shaped craters into his back. It doesn’t take long for him to follow. He pulls out, spills all over the inside of her thigh. 

She gets as good a look at him as she can in the darkness. Stares him in those tired eyes, knowing hers must look leagues worse. Six opens her mouth to speak but the words are held hostage by some unseen force yet again. She kisses him on the forehead instead. Smiles and nods over to the bed right beside them. 

“Sleep with me?”

Boone shakes his head at her. Cups her cheek with his hand. The way he’s looking at her scares her. She doesn’t know she’s looking at him the exact same way. 

“I’ll sleep with you.”

For the first time in weeks, Six is not haunted by visions of tornadoes or of Boone’s hands. Instead she finds herself in a deep, dreamless sleep with Boone right by her side. 

By her side where he belongs.

[vnknowcrow]

first computer drawing!!! valentine type beat in,,, august

[necrophatic]

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