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

So I seem to have developed a bit of an obsession with Flak and Shrapnel (that might actually be canon). Before settling down in Rivet City we know that Flak was an slaver and that Shrapnel was a raider. Sometimes slavers sells slaves to raiders.

So my headcanon is that Flak and Shrapnel met when Shrapnel (and possibly his raider gang) was buying or looking at slaves, and that they then fell in love and had sweet hot Slaver/Raider sex, decided that the slaver and raider life wasn't for them and settled down in Rivet City.

Anyway, I really really would like to see a story about them meeting and having hot, manly, sweaty man on man sex as raider and slaver. Please?

Characters| Boone F!Courier
Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| I’m rusty has far as smut goes, so pardon me~ and I’m fairly certain I’m doing this right~ /still a filler n00b

Oh.

Dear.

God.

She really had no idea what had gotten into her- she’d deliberately provoked him. As in on purpose. As in what the hell had she been thinking, pulling a stunt like that? It hadn’t taken a genius to figure out that, even before they’d gotten together, it had made the stone faced sniper’s skin crawl when other men had hit on her. At some point or another, he’d drive them off without having to say a word- just scoot closer to her and glare. Not that she had minded- most of the time. Nine out of ten guys were drunk slobs looking for bathroom quickie, though, so his assistance was gladly appreciated. Of course, even before she’d started with sleeping with Boone, he’d made a nasty habit of chasing off every guy. Even the ones she might have wanted to sleep with, given the chance. (She’d only managed to snag Benny and kill his sorry ass [s]after having angry sex, of course[/s] because Boone hadn’t figured out wat the hell was going on at the time.)

Damn his twat swatting ways.

Poked the sleeping bear, so to speak. He’d clearly been territorial before hand, and now that he kinda had a legit claim to being pissy when she flirted with someone else? Whoopsie. Of course, they had no one but themselves to blame for that. He’d shut her down every time she’d try to connect to him on an emotional level on anything, and she’d be vindictive and passive aggressive for days. That cycle had repeated itself, thus ending in this lovely scenario- he’d shut her down, and she’d attempted to go at someone else. Boone had, in retaliation, nearly made the poor guy piss his pants, not that anyone would blame him. Understandably no one wanted a pissed off, testosterone fueled First Recon gunning for him. Temmy hadn’t really meant to do anything- just get him as ruffled as she was.

Mission. Fucking. Accomplished.

Now all she knew was that she was pinned up against the wall of the room they’d rented for the night, every hard line of the male pressed against her.

September made a noise that sounded like a growl. “I’m still angry at you.”

“And I don’t care.” One of his hands fisted in her hair securely at her scalp, the other grasping one wide hip, squeezing the soft flesh through her clothes, a raging erection pressed against her backside. Hello.

She knew she should say no- and he’d back down. But he’d never gotten so handsy with her, and well… she was making a mess of herself already and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.

“Boone…” She started, jumping in shock when she felt his teeth on her neck.

“I didn’t say you could talk.” Oh goodness. They were going to play like that? Actually, she was complete down with that as long as they got horizontal. Fast. Or diagonal. Hell, as long as he was between her legs.

Obligingly, she fell silent, though was unable to stop the soft moans and whimpers as he grounded himself against her quickly dampening panties. Never in her life had she been more grateful to have been wearing a dress. A hiss slipped through her teeth as his grip on her hair tightened.

“You like this.” It wasn’t a question, and there was no surprise attached to the statement. He could have been telling her his favorite color. Pressing her hips up against him, the brunette nodded, the motion jerky as his grip on her hair held her stationary. Something primal and feral within her was being deliciously stroked, a cat arching its back eagerly into the petting hand- after all the ‘taking charge’ of damn near every situation she’d gotten herself into, it was… damn nice for someone else to be doing so. And who better than the military minded alpha male who’d been watching her back for months and months?

Awesome, I will get started ASAP!
No problem, this is a really good prompt.

YES YES YES YES.

Do go on. This is an amazing start, anon!

Characters| Boone F!Courier
Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough sex
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| Added/edited some tags after going to Delicious

The sniper bit back a moan, pressing himself against the soft body of the courier. Despite having a tendency to take over every situation she came across, and having some very masculine qualities, as far as personality went, she was the picture of femininity- proportioned breats, slender waist, wide hips, soft skin… and her hair. That was definitely her defining feature. Most women, for practical reasons, kept their hair short and out of the way- Temmy’s was long and thick and fell to her waist. Now that he thought about it, it would also make good leverage to pull on. Excellent.

His hands left her for a moment, working on undoing the offending clothing she wore- he wanted his woman completely undressed when he reminded who was the one in charge.

His woman. Yeah… he liked the sound of that. Hadn’t thought about it too much until that punk ass had been eying her. The fact that she’d actually felt the urge to give the guy the time of day had really gotten under his skin. Sure, at the moment their relationship was purely physical- and not from lack of effort on September’s part either.

That didn’t mean he was letting another man sniff around his turf.

“Good girl.” He praised her when the female moaned helplessly.

God, he just wanted to pin her down on the floor and take her until those pretty legs gave out. Well there was an idea. For now, he busied himself undressing her, having to use the wall to force his body away from hers, sliding that damn dress off her hips, leaving her in only her underwear and the stockings that went with the damn charmer outfit. The shoes had been dispatched a long while ago.

While he hadn’t thought it would have been possible, he got harder at the sight, his cock aching at the mere thought of being buried inside of her. As he admired the view- the Mojave had been kind to her, once he’d made sure she was eating enough to keep a healthy weight-, Temmy got impatient, squirming. His gaze settled on her backside- while one side of her face was still firmly against the wall, she’d pushed herself from the wall, arching her back and angling that pretty ass so as to tempt him to hurry up. It almost worked. Then he’d noticed the wet spot in her light colored underwear.

“Well look what we have here.” A smirk ran across his face as she made a small whine of protest at his not touching her. “So eager… you should have thought about that before.”

The sharp inhale and shocked expression on her face told him she was aware now that he was going to punish Temmy for her teasing. Still keeping the one hand buried in her hair, the other worked her bra loose with minimal difficulty- he’d gotten plenty of practice before from the hurried quickies out in the open desert. The cloth slide down her arms and fell to the floor, her underwear soon meeting the same fate. A split second deliberation had him deciding to have her keep the stockings on. Now bare for him to see, the sniper would belying if he aid he didn’t get intense amusement from watching the courier’s fluids run down the thighs- he hadn’t even done anything to her yet. But maybe that was the point.

Sharply pressing her body against the wall, Boone returned to his grinding against her, September’s whines louder now that she didn’t have any clothes to block the friction. She was being good, not speaking, though seemed unable to stop all the delectable little noises that escaped her throat. Not that he wanted her to.

While her mouth might not have been doing the telling, she was still begging him to take her. Hard. The wide eyed, flushed expression. Not to mention the fact that a dam had broken between her legs.

Oh, he’d give her what she wanted- eventually.

I love you.

I was having a terrible day and then i read this.

You rock, A!A

Yes. I second this with a passion.

Characters| Boone F!Courier
Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough_sex hair_pulling
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| Thanks for liking it, guys 8D~ Oh, and more tags T.T

Watching him only got her more hot and bothered- every once in a while he’d smirk. That obvious one that all men did when he had his woman at his complete and total mercy. Lord only knew, at this point, she’d do whatever he wanted, be it to dance for him or eat Brahmin shit. She wanted to beg, but his statement from before “I didn’t say you could talk.” was still ringing in her head.

A long, drawn out sigh of relief left her when one of his hands wrapped around her front, disappearing between her legs- jumping at first, having not expected the contact (since he seemed damn set on teasing the ever loving mercy out of her), before relaxing. Parting her legs to give him better access, Temmy was practically purring as one finger ran across her slit with a feather light touch. Shivering, she was held in place by a still fully clothed Boone who was still grinding up against her. The hand in her hair jerked her head back while he bit at her throat. Another shiver ran through her, when the tension on her scalp was released- he’d let go of her hair in favor of her breast, wasting no time rolling the already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As the sniper slipped two fingers inside her, Temmy cried out, muscles clenching around him. Obviously his fingers weren’t near as good as the real thing, but beggars could not be choosers. Eyes closed as he roughly handled her, she mindlessly moaned, unaware of the expression on Boone’s face- had she been, then by no means would she have made the erroneous assumption that he was going to bring her to climax with just his hands. Moving her hips with him, she ground up between him and the wall, increasing that glorious friction between her legs.

Panting and moaning, she was helpless against him, the moans turning into a whine, her movements getting more frantic as she got closer. Almost… almost… almo-

Crying out loudly, it wasn’t because he’d given her that little nudge to push her over the edge- it was because he’d stopped.

Completely.

Cold. Fucking. Turkey.

And that just wasn’t acceptable.

“P-p-p-please…” She begged him shamelessly, pressing her ass against him. Her only answer was a harsh nip on her collar bone, reminding her to not talk. Whining some other nonsense that was intelligible, she tried to make use of the fact that his arm was still between her legs- his hand had shifted to grab one of her thighs, the other arm crossing over her chest- and tried to rub against it, but he got a vice-like grip on her, making it impossible for her to move. He lifted her, making the woman cry out in shock, walking to the bed before he quiet literally tossed her onto the thing- bouncing, she landed on her back, legs splaying unceremoniously as she took a second to find her bearings- scrambling to a sitting position, watching him with wide eyes. Opened her mouth to say something. Stopped and closed it again.

He stalked around to the side of the bed she was on, looking every bit a predator. Again she opened and closed her mouth. One hand latched onto her hair again. September scooted closer to him to lessen the tension on her hair. For a long while he just stood there, and Temmy started to wonder if he was even going to do anything.

Finally, he stroked the side of her face soothingly with his thumb. Unable to resist the urge, the courier leaned into his touch, enjoying the affection.

“You’re not going to do that again, are you?” He again said it like it wasn’t a question. Temmy tried to shake her head, but the movement was restricted by the hand currently fisting her hair. Hadn’t spoken because he told her not to and she wanted to play along. Hence her surprise when his hand firmly smacked her bottom- she’d of jumped up, but his hand kept her in place.

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“N-no…”

Oh, well thank you~ I'm so glad you like it!

Characters: Boone, F!Courier
Tags: voyeur, het

When one engineer saw the courier and the sniper in the shadows of the hall, her back hard against one of the silent turbines and his hand busily working between her legs, he flushed and darted away before he thought he was seen.

When two engineers silently crept along the catwalk to watch Six brace one booted foot hard against the concrete wall for leverage and arch back, daintily undoing a grey-faded Vault suit all the way down and around to reveal more and more midnight skin with every parted tooth of the zip, they held a hand to their mouths and tried not to make a sound.

When the sniper crouched down and ran a hand along her thigh, inspecting the neat little thatch of curls with what looks like curious detachment from all the way up there in their metal eyrie, one engineer let out a silent breath and murmured an almost inaudible c'mon man.

When Six flicked off his beret and sent it to the dirty floor, before the engineers could think oh and the sniper could say the fuck was that for, she settled two fingers between her legs, short fast circles and short fast breaths before she stopped, parting her folds open like something from an Old World skin rag.

"Do or don't," she said in a voice still shaped by a childhood with the Deep Wells tribe. Everyone knew that the Legion called her The Woman of the West, NCR called her The Courier, and the Deep Wells refused to speak her name.

She wriggled a little, getting comfortable against the metal spine of the turbine as she calmly stared down the man staring at her, and the engineers staring at everything. "Do or don't," she said again, tongue pink as she licked her lips. "Yes or no, do or don't, all the same to me." She laughed and shifted, pressing shine-slick fingers to the sniper's mouth and made an appreciative noise as he caught her hand, holding her still to lick and suck her fingers clean.

When she said do or don't a fourth time, the sniper said do and the engineers whispered do, and he did.

When the sniper licked and sucked her and panted against her skin and mumbled a name into her cunt that wasn't The Woman of the West or The Courier or the name that the Deep Wells refused to speak, she sighed and clutched his head and looked up – in search of patience or out of pleasure caused by his mumbling fool mouth, no one could tell, least of all Six - and she caught the eyes of two engineers.

When Six discovered her audience, she blinked once, twice, and pressed a finger to her lips.

Shh.

When she came, hips arching hard against the snipers nose and mouth and fast fingers, the engineers bit their lips and said nothing.

When Six tugged the sniper to his feet and turned away from a cursory kiss, the engineers closed their eyes and willed their breath calm and didn't see her say I'm not your ghost and bare her pretty white teeth at his answering grunt.

When she unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock free and petted and pulled him hard, the engineers turned back. Shh, she said silently over a broad cotton-covered shoulder, and this time her hand was shaky as the sniper hauled her leg - clad in regulation Vault blue, her boot leaving a sharp slice of turbine hall dust on his shirt - into the crook of his arm, finding his rhythm and fucking her with no love and no affection and all the misspent anger and lust and raw vitality unique to a man ready to die under the hot Mojave sun.

When Six came with her fingers between her legs and a wordless breathed-out moan and a hand digging hard into Boone's shoulder, one engineer pressed the heel of her palm at her sternum and the other at the fly of her coveralls, and the other engineer watched her instead.

When the sniper came with a grunt and a name that wasn't The Woman of the West or The Courier or the name that the Deep Wells refused to speak, he slumped forward and didn't see Six give him a look that was almost - almost - tender before pushing him away, ignoring the sniper's semen glossy on her dark skin as she picked up his red beret and handed it back. She bit back a smile as he zipped himself away and set his beret right, looking at everything but the woman fixing her vault suit into place and the engineers who saw everything.

The engineers saw, and one engineer understood. It was never about love. It was one last moment with the owner of a name that didn't belong to The Woman of the West or The Courier or the name that the Deep Wells refused to speak. Someone else. Someone loved. Someone missed. It was a gift from her to him, regardless if he knew it or not.

Do or don't.

When Boone died the next day, Six stood at his sad little makeshift funeral with the doctor and the trader. Behind them stood the engineers that had been there when a wild swing, a lucky swing of a machete had scored Boone's neck deep enough to paint sun-bleached concrete with arterial spray. It had been messy and quick; his body dragged away from uncaring kicks by an NCR medic who then fell to a bullet himself.

They watched the flames lick around his pyre, tried not to breath in the scored flesh smell, and thought of something nice to say about the man that had been dead long before he died.

He trusted me with his diary, said the doctor. I mean, he knew I read it anyway and there wasn't anything interesting in it, but he trusted me enough to look after it while he was out. He knuckled away a bit of wet that collected at the edge of his glasses. Don't give me that look, Cass. I enjoyed Craig's company. I'll miss it.

He fixed my necklace when I broke it, said the trader. She laughed, a sad little hiccup of mirth without much joy behind it. When I broke it again he gave it to Raul to fix and even paid for it. Sad fucker didn't even tell me he did that.

He called me a nice name, said Six, and threw a handful of tobacco onto the flames to try and mask the smell of burning meat. She shrugged at Arcade's questioning look and turned back to watch the fire, and in the shadows behind her the engineers looked at each other and wondered who owned the name Carla, knowing they'd never be game to ask.

Do or don't.

Shh.

fourthed

Seconded.

WTF, Meme. You were hiding this from me.

Anyway, that was wonderful, and sad, and far more IC than my prompt could have ever dreamed of by itself, and for that, I thank you (even if the ending made me depressed and sad yet oddly satisfied)

Good job!~

And if anyone wants to take another swing at this with a happy ending, feel free. Me think I'll fill it myself too, anyway.

OH MY GOD

I am going to cry a million rivers, anon. Beautiful. <3 brb gonna get the kleenex

Hooray. Loving it so far. Can't wait to see where it goes.

wow.
oh wow.
wonderful.
anonnie, you are perfection.

Hey anon, would you like a series tag for your Audrey fills? Lemme know what name you'd like and give me the links to the other stories and I'll collect them together.

Thank you to everyone who started a fill, updated a story, posted feedback and generally kept this place kickin' while I was gone.

STARTED/UPDATED FILLS

Boone + Vulpes + Everyone, The Only Way To Win (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7572235#t7572235)
Everyone/Everyone else, New Vegas Host Club (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8454155&#t8454155)
F!LW/James, Gaslighting (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8339723#t8339723)
F!Courier/Boone, Romanticide (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7910155#t7910155)
F!Courier/Vulpes, The Mighty Become Slaves (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8107275#t8107275)
M!LW + Charon + Mass Effect crossover, Real Human Being (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6110349#t6110349)
M!Courier/Arcade/NCR troopers/Vulpes, A Pound of Flesh (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4678029&#t4678029)
Col Moore/Cass, Scorpion Honey (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7720459#t7720459)
F!Courier + companions, Canticle of the Broken (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=4031540#t4031540)
Silus, A Life Worth Living (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6960781&#t6960781)
F!Courier + Vulpes, To Give What Is Due (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=2310708#t2310708)
Vulpes/F!Courier, Synthesis (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8542475#t8542475)
Vulpes, Cry Havoc (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=2314548#t2314548)
F!Courier/Vulpes, The Dead Bury The Dead (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=3742516#t3742516)
F!Courier/M!LW, Bad Moon Rising (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7976203#t7976203)

FINISHED FILLS

F!Courier/Ringo, Back in the Saddle (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8487179&#t8487179) 1/1
F!Courier/Boone, Do or Don't (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8639499&#t8639499) 3/3
F!LW/Butch, This is Light (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=2792244#t2792244) 3/3
F!LW/Charon, Shut Up (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8517643&#t8517643) 2/2
Violet/dogs, Violet (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7864075&#t7864075) 2/2
Cass, Thank You Dr Usanagi (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8623115#t8623115) 1/1
F!LW + Butch, Incompatible (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8498699&#t8498699) 3/3
F!LW/Butch, Stealth Girl (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8548619&#t8548619) 2/2
M!LW/BUTCH, TUNNEL O' LOVE PART 10: BELOWDECKS (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=8605492#t8605492) 2/2
Major Knight/Long Dick Johnson, Thus The Name (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=8521227&#t8521227) 2/2
F!LW/Charon, Hindsight (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=8601229#t8601229) 5/5
F!LW/Fawkes, Don't Walk Behind Me (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/588.html?thread=1534540&#t1534540), 9/9
F!Courier/Vulpes, Dinner, Dancing, Deathclaws (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/588.html?thread=873292&#t873292) 9/9

Please give our writers some comment love!

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant.

Interested to see where you're taking this, A!A.

Let's have a round of applause for the authors and the mods. It was a hell of productive fillathon.

I'm speechless right now. It's so sensual and beautifully written A!A, amazing work right here!

Holy shit, I didn't think this would actually get filled...

Great start. LW is basically how I act in sandbox games: fight the biggest collection of powerful people and kill the shit out of them.

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

Flak/Shrapnel, Slaver/Raider, Pre-Rivet City

Romanticide (1/?)

Re: Female!Lone Wanderer/Desmond Lockheart - Rough Sex

Re: Romanticide (1/?)

Re: Romanticide (2/?)

op

Re: F!Courier + Legion - Usurping the Throne

Romanticide (3/?)

Re: op

Boone/F!Courier, 'Do or Don't' 1/3

Boone/F!Courier, 'Do or Don't' 2/3

Boone/F!Courier, 'Do or Don't' 3/3

Oh yeah

Re: F!Courier + Legion - Usurping the Throne

Re: Boone/F!Courier, 'Do or Don't' 3/3

Re: Boone/F!Courier, 'Do or Don't' 3/3

:D

Re: Boone/F!Courier, 'Do or Don't' 3/3

Re: Stealth Girl (2/2)

MARCH FILL-A-THON FIC LISTS

Re: Female!Lone Wanderer/Desmond Lockheart - Rough Sex

Re: Gaslighting 2/?

Re: MARCH FILL-A-THON FIC LISTS

Re: Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)

OP here