falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING AND KIND OF WRITTEN LIKE A BEDTIME STORY

This is a story I tried to write once, and you did it so friggin' PERFECTLY I LOVE YOU A!A I love your LW and your evil courier and just all the ass-kicking and badassery and YESSS

Let's say the lone wanderer gets pregnant. (Special Points if Butch is the father ). How would she deal with it ? Morning sickness during battle with a deathclaw. A horrific craving for something rare or mood swings that involve an entire group of raiders experiencing her wrath ?
Super point if she gives birth with only someone extremely socially awkward there such as Charon or Fawkes.
A!A chooses :D

HHNNNGGG I hope this gets filled

A!a says you just rocked my morning with this comment. <3 <3 <3 :D Thank you!!!

Lmao! Poor Vulpes! :D I love this! <3

This is a wonderful, lady-boner inducing prompt.

I definitely encourage the manlyman!Courier part.

Captcha: "the dongWar". LOLWAT.

"Open that pretty mouth for me, sweetheart."

Rufus obeyed, Dr. Richards brushing a thumb over his bottom lip with the hand that was cupping the courier's face. This was not how he had expected things to go. Rufus was used to taking charge -- that's why he'd approached Richards in the first place. On top of that he was a big, broad guy, all battlescars and chest hair, and when selecting his lovers he typically favored men of grace over strength, like the doctor here. No one had ever bitten his mouth and shoved him to his knees before. He doubted Richards could have even managed it if it hadn't surprised the hell out of him.

Not that he particularly minded, he confirmed to himself as he wrapped his lips around the doctor's cock. It just wasn't where he had seen the night going.

He had barely started sucking when he felt a hand grab a rough fistful of his hair and heard the silky command, "Drop your jaw, kitten." And he obeyed, trying to get his jaw loose and almost succeeding before Richards started pumping down his throat. "There's a good boy."

Rufus was too stunned to struggle, mouth open pliantly as he just let the doctor fuck his throat in deep, jagged thrusts. His throat burned and when he shut his eyes he felt hot stinging tears escape the corners of them as his mouth was roughly used. Used, he had never been used this way, never been shoved to his knees and treated like a fuckhole. And with his mouth stretched, a cock ramming into it insistently and a scalp full of sharp pinpricks from the fist in his hair holding him in place, he was hard in record time. He heard Richards groaning roughly and panting, "Beautiful, so beautiful. Such a good boy," the words lancing heat straight through the core of him and he fumbled to get his dick out, every inch of his nerves scorching.

Before he'd even undone his belt Richards pushed in hard, Rufus' nose buried rough in his pubes, fist tightening cruelly in his hair and holding him there in a way that drew a needy moan to garble with his gagging. "Did I say you could do that yet, sweetheart?" Dr. Richards asked calm and sweet like they were having a goddamn tea party. When the courier didn't answer he ground into his face, cock somehow burying itself deeper in Rufus' throat and oh fucking christ, why was this making him feel like he was on fire? "Did I?" Richards asked, only a little more firmly. The courier tried to answer, "No," a rough sound garbled around a mouth stretched full of hard flesh, fresh tears streaking his cheeks. "No," Dr. Richards echoed, "no I didn't. You can be patient, can't you, kitten?" Rufus nodded as best he could to accompany his strangled, "Yes," just yes, whatever you want, god, just give me more of this. Seriously, how had he not known this about himself?

Dr. Richards sighed fondly as he started rocking into Rufus' mouth again. "I knew you could, you pretty thing." Rufus tried to gasp air in in thick sobs, gripping his hands on Richards' hips, nails digging into his skin with the effort it took to keep from beating off. The heat inside him built up fiercely as the wet sounds of his own gagging and sucking filled the tent, mingling with Richards' rough moans and affectionate purring of, "So good. You're doing so good, darling. If you had any idea how beautiful you looked right now."

Richards unsheathed swift and without warning, Rufus coughing and gasping for air, slumping down on his knees and wiping at the spit that was escaping his swollen, used mouth. When Richards cupped his face and tilted it up to kiss him, Rufus met his lips hungrily, rising on his knees, need burning inside of him like a revelation. When Richards ordered against his mouth, "Get on the bed for me, won't you, sweetheart?", his answering "yes" was breathless and reverent.

I basically read the prompt, dropped what I was doing, and started writing.

Nothing short of curing cancer could be better than this. And even then.

This is amazing. You are amazing. Holy hell, you are a wordsmith, and this is hot as this Texas drought. <3

I looooove this idea. Seconded!

You're most welcome OP! I'm glad you enjoyed it and doubly glad that Vulpes wasn't OOC lol...

Yay! Glad you like it :]

Thanks for reading!

"You look like shit, honey."

Pacer growled, moving through the room with the restrained fury and accompanying grace of a storm, tossing a chair over ineffectually before slumping down in another one, frustration eating at his nerves. Sergio sighed and crooked a finger under his chin, and Pacer jerked away. "Oh, stop being a giant well-coiffed baby and let me look at the damage," Sergio sighed, and Pacer relented, sitting still and glaring daggers as long, slim fingers inspected his face.

"Who'd you piss off?" Sergio asked bluntly.

Pacer hissed as Sergio's thumb brushed over a particularly nasty scrape on his cheekbone, skinned from when that goddamned courier had knocked him onto the sidewalk with a sucker punch. "More like who pissed me off," he muttered, swatting the inspecting hand away. Sergio just kept looking at him with those goddamn patient eyes and he said, "The King's new favorite pet."

"Ah, the courier who helped out at the Old Mormon Fort," Sergio said knowingly, stepping back and opening a drawer, rifling through the cluttered contents. "Hear she's been a big hit."

"She's a bitch is what she is," Pacer snarled, anger flaring fresh inside of him. It wasn't enough that the courier sweettalked the King into calling off his fight, she had to start a rumble too, punching him and hollering about how he just got a bunch of innocent kids killed. Like he'd somehow missed the corpses of his fellow Kings. "And she swindled me outta two hundred large, so, there goes that saintly image she's been spreading around."

Sergio's mouth quirked up. "Hey, she gave you a bloody nose -- she can't be all bad." Pacer glared at him, and the slim barber had the nerve to laugh. "God, your 'sullen' face is hilarious. You look like a wet puppy. So is that what you and the King were fighting about loud enough for all of us to hear?"

Pacer's fists clenched and unraveled, the swirl of anger and exhausted making a mess of his insides. "Didn't figure everyone could hear us," he muttered.

Sergio lifted his face again, a tube of antibacterial cream in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other. Pacer hissed at the sting as Sergio started cleaning some of his nastier cuts, but sat still. "It was all muffled, at least for us on the ground floor," he said, "but yeah. Hard to miss."

"If he wants to side with that NCR bitch, that's fine by me. So what if that means it's up to me to keep Freeside alive just 'cause he wants to get his dick wet? Fine."

Sergio snerked. "Green's not a good color for you, honey."

Pacer narrowed his eyes, and Sergio didn't even flinch. Little bastard never did. "I ain't jealous."

Sergio just made this infuriating little knowing hum and continued cleaning Pacer's wounds.

"I ain't," Pacer said, Sergio putting the cap back on the cream. "I'd be glad to see that uppity slut crawl right back out into the wastes, get her flat ass back to California. Wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole unless it was to strangle her."

Sergio snorted, rising and putting away the tube of medicine. "The King's not the one you're jealous of, sweetie, and we both know it."

"Oh, fuck you."

Sergio closed the drawer and turned, leaning back against the dresser and crossing his arms. "Look, I know that your authority issues are a core part of your general deal--"

Pacer sputtered. "I-- I don't have 'authority issues'!"

"Come over here."

"Don't tell me what to fuckin' do."

Sergio just raised an eyebrow and Pacer fumed. "As I was saying. It's cute how you like to play rebel and god knows you wear a black eye well but have you ever considered not being a giant asshole to the man who loves you more than anything in the whole world just because he wants you to stop hurting people?"

Pacer stood up, chair skidding with a high screech as he knocked it back. "Like you know anything. Don't know why I even came here."

Sergio shrugged easily, turning around and busying himself with organizing his tools. "You want someone to suck your dick and send you on your way, go to Gloria. I told you not to expect that from me."

"Fine," he said, stomping out of the room. "I'll go see Gloria, then. 'Least she won't waste my time trynna tell me who I am."

"Oh, and by the way?" Sergio called to his turned back. "You lost your haircut privileges. Come back when you're not getting our boys killed in pointless fights, sugar."

Holy shit, A!A, you're hitting all of my kinks with this. Can't wait for the second part.

Ahaha oh my gosh Veronica and Arcade. Lookin' great so far....

I never would've guessed I'd want this but now I don't ever want it to stop.

There are so many fills out there where the LW is crushing on the big bad ghoul (and don't get me wrong, I love those) but what about the other way around?

I wanna see Charon trying to get her attention, watching her every move (especially around other ghouls to see if he has a chance) and eventually try and bone her. What happens is up to anon! (but I do love the smut everyone seems so damn good at producing on this meme)

"Oh jesus fuck goddamn," Rufus panted gracelessly against his fingers, fists clenched against the head of the iron bedframe that he was ordered to grasp, pushing his ass back shamelessly at Richards' mouth, at the tongue lapping hard against his hole.

"Language, kitten," Richards chuckled, the sudden shock of cold air on spitslicked skin as the doctor pulled away to speak drawing a wet gasp from the courier. The sensation was chased away in a sharp burst as Richards' hot tongue resumed its ministrations, fingernails digging in Rufus' cheeks as the doctor spread him open further, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle and making Rufus writhe.

Rufus pushed back hard and his cock ached, one of his hands coming loose from the bedframe to mindlessly paw south. He hadn't even gotten a grip, even a single touch to relieve some of this burn inside him when Richards pulled back fast, rising on his knees and slapping the courier's ass with a sharp crack. Rufus' breath caught in his throat, and he looked back over his shoulder, a sexstupid logicless fear crackling in his belly and he grasped the bedframe again, eyes locked with Richards'. "I believe I asked you to be patient, my dear," said the doctor. "Did you misunderstand?"

The courier hesitated just a second and Richards slapped his ass again, in the same spot, making Rufus jump. "No," he answered. "No, sir," because it felt right.

"No, I didn't think you did," Richards murmured, voice tinged with polite disappointment, the offending hand rubbing fondly on Rufus' stinging cheek. Christ, was he gonna be marked up in the morning. Between the bruises Richards had sucked into his throat, the long red marks where he raked his nails over every bit of newly exposed flesh when he had roughly undressed the courier, and now he could feel the burning red mark spreading when Richards had struck him, was petting him. He was going to look like a bad side of road after this. The thought made his stomach jump in anticipation. "So that must mean," the doctor continued, "that you were disobedient. Is that what it means, buttercup?"

The courier opened his mouth only to cry out in surprise when Richards didn't wait for an answer, bringing his hand down against his reddening flesh. "Yes, sir," he breathed, forehead resting against his knuckles on the bedframe, body arching pliantly back.

"I see. Now, would it be so hard to apologize, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry," Rufus said.

"Not good enough," Richards sighed.

Another hard smack against the burning mark, a thousand sharp pinpricks jabbing into his skin and going straight to his cock. He whimpered. He actually whimpered, he realized from some place outside himself, oh god that actually happened. "I'm sorry."

Crack! "Like you mean it."

"I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want me to do, whatever you say, fuck, I'm yours!"

Richards shifted closer to him on the bed and draped his body over Rufus', the reward of skin against skin drawing a raw moan out of the courier. "Much better," Richards purred against his ear, and he shivered, tilting his head to expose his throat to the doctor, earning hot, open-mouth kisses brushing damp against his collar of bruises. "My beautiful boy," the words murmured into his skin, "so good. So good for me."

Richards grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head further back, kissing him fast and rough before pushing his middle and ring finger past the courier's lips. Rufus sucked on them hungrily like it was instinct. Hell, maybe it was at this point. Richards instructed him to get the fingers good and wet -- Rufus laved them artlessly. The doctor pulled the fingers from his mouth and reached back, sliding both inside of Rufus faster than he was ready for.

"Shhh," Richards soothed against the courier's litany of ragged curses and groans. "I know, sweetheart, I know. Just relax, baby, let me take care of you."

Rufus collapsed, face between his elbows, hands still clinging desperately to the bedframe and ass in the air, long fingers roughly working him open at a fast pace, Richards trailing lips and tongue and teeth over his shoulders, down his back, all the time murmuring what a beautiful, pretty thing Rufus was, how sweet and tight he was, how that lovely voice was going to be singing soon, the most beautiful music the doctor ever heard.

Rufus groaned as he felt the fingers pull out of him and heard Richards spit into his palm and wet sounds of him slicking his cock up. "God, you're a beautiful sight right now, sweetheart," the doctor sighed, leaning in to press a fast kiss against the still-burning red mark on the swell of the courier's ass. "Spread open a little more for me, will you?"

The courier obeyed, shifting his knees further apart, humiliating little noises of need escaping his throat. The doctor took a moment to steady himself grabbing Rufus' hips and pushed into him in one fast thrust.

"I'm going to need you to breathe, my dove." Rufus hadn't even realized he had stopped.

He could feel bruises forming where Richards' fingertips were digging into his hips as he pumped forward, the stretch and burn of Richards cock dragging out and pushing in, so much more than he thought he could handle, everything he didn't know he needed. He registered another gentle command, telling him to release his grip on the bedframe, and he obeyed, another fist in his hair dragging him up onto his knees. He fell back, thighs spreading, spearing himself deeper onto Richards' cock and making him groan wantonly, the hand leaving his hair to instead hold him in place by his throat. "Tell me what you feel, precious," the doctor commanded, voice finally gaining a rougher edge, losing some of its composure, his rhythm growing perfectly even as he thrust up into the courier. "Tell me how you feel."

"On fire." His own voice sounded rough and foreign. His pants grew shallow and his head fell back onto Richards shoulder, exposing his throat completely to the hand that held it, feeling his pulse beat hard against Richards' firm fingers.

"More," Richards demanded against his ear. "More, beautiful, tell me."

"Used up." The words came out of him unbidden in a low prayer. "Marked up. Perfect."

"So perfect," Richards groaned.

"Yours."

Richards' hand moved from his throat to grab his cock, and Rufus could have fucking cried. He sprawled forward as Richards drove into him with abandon, pressing him into the mattress and fucking him ferociously. He could only give in, lips babbling gibberish and a chorus of yes, yes, oh god there yes and he came far too quickly, hot spurts curled between Richards' fingers and the dirty mattress beneath his belly. The doctor seized his hips hard over already-forming bruises and fucked him like he was trying to kill him, coming hard with a restrained cry and collapsing forward onto Rufus' back, panting raw against his sweatslicked skin, "Perfect, so perfect. Adore you. So much." While Rufus just lay beneath him, utterly wrecked and covered in marks and uncommonly spent and his.

-fin.

Haha, no way anon! I totally requested this not too long ago and I still adore this idea. I hope yours gets filled~ :D

Ohh god yes!

Maybe it's the holiday that's got me in the mood, but I'd love to see a fic about the LW exploring the Dunwich building and being totally scared.

Maybe they found it and was curious or they were fulfilling Marcella's dying request to destroy the Krivbeknih.

Bonus points if they decide to bring a companion with them (more scariness to go around)

whoops, i must have passed it by anon. didn't mean to steal any thunder. maybe we should fill each others prompts lol

Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Re: Magical Vagoo (3)

Re: Fear the Reaper 10/10

Pregnancy in the Wasteland FLW.

Re: Courier + Companions: friendship & hilarity + smut encouraged

Re: Fear the Reaper 10/10

Re: Of Foxes and Sugar Bombs (1/1)

Re: Dr. Richards/M!Courier

Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [1/2]

Re: Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [1/2]

Re: Pregnancy in the Wasteland FLW.

A!A here...

A!A here...

Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1a/?]

Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]

Re: Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [1/2]

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]

F!LW/Charon

Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [2a/2]

Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [2b/2]]

Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [2c/2]

Re: F!LW/Charon

Re: F!Courier/Vulpes Inculta/Legionaries - Nipton - gangbang

The Dunwich Buildng and the Krivbeknih

Re: F!LW/Charon