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

Fucking. Brilliant.

I am... very intrigued by this. And so are my lady parts.

His more grievous wounds were washed and treated by Siri whose rags had been replaced by merchant clothes. She even put him back into his blood-soaked uniform, armor, boots and all. She never said a word to him; didn’t attack him or blame him or ask him why they did what they did to her, but her hands gripped at his hair whenever his eyes slid shut. She rubbed salves on his bruised wrists. Her hands’ calluses irritated his skin, much to her glee, he imagined.

They took him to Caesar’s tent. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the figures of several Legionnaires, some with several bruises, some with half-dazed looks and some furious. They all stilled when they saw him and broke out in several reactions. The younger ones, fresh from their training, sneered at him, thinking treacherous thoughts about his inability to bear her torture and condemning him to death. The older ones and the more neutral ones just looked at him thoughtfully, unsure what to do with him who was once one of Caesar’s most favored and skillful warriors. Lucius was among those ones. He was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and with questions on his tongue, but Vulpes was staring straight ahead and looking composed, as if nothing ever happen, as if this mid-morning never happened, as if his skin wasn’t marred with teeth marks, as if she wasn’t about to sit on Caesar’s chair and take control of them.

Afternoon sun flittered through the sun, warming clammy skin and soothing chills. They could hear her footsteps, made heavy with her dirt-smudged boots. Throwing aside their thoughts, they readied themselves. They will deal with Vulpes later and Vulpes will deal with himself later, too. Caesar was dead. The Courier was in command. But they were breathing and alive, struggling towards freedom, intent on killing her and avenging him.

Vulpes frowned as her footsteps got louder, feeling the throb of bite marks and scratches. He pushed his physical pain aside, pushed aside thoughts of his future, his apprehension and let the calm wash over him. Now was the time to think and survive if he ever hoped to redeem himself in the Legion’s eyes—either by killing her or dying by her hand, like a warrior not tarnished by disgrace and humility.

She parted the tent flaps, sated smile on her face, eyes solely on him. Vulpes stared back, body bruised and brittle, but his steady resolve and instinct to fight came back in an instant as they stared each other down.

Her smile widened.
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I hope OP liked this. I had a blast writing it! Thanks for the amazing prompt!

I like robots.
You like robots.
I like smut.
You like smut.
Let's make this horrible horrible thing happen.

Oh YES please do! You have created such a great Cass/Raul setting that this Anon would totally love to see what else you could come up with for this wonderful pairing.

Just to add some adoration, I'd quote the whole thing back to you for awesomeness, but this little gem really did it: 'her hand landed just between camaraderie and something more'. Art. :))

go for it!

OP loved this. OP wants to marry this. OP wants to have this fill's babies. OP wants to grow old with this fill and rock slowly on a porch in the sunshine.

Great story! I really like the ambiguous ending.

I'd like to attempt this fill. Tabitha doesn't get enough of the love she deserves. Due to life circumstances, I won't be able to really get writing until after Friday (4/27), but I might be able to sneak in the start of the story before then! :)

Possible A!A here.

Would you like Vulpes to also have a thing for out lady Courier? Or does he just outright hate her?

Does she know they're the same?

Tags: Vulpes, m!Courier, implied slash (~~because damn it I love Vulpes/M/F!Courier~~)

Summary: A short clip of what facing down General Oliver could have been like with companion!Vulpes!

I took a little liberty with Oliver's words. They are generally what he says in the scene. (This request has officially pulled me out of lurk mode, I hope this fill doesn't show my noobie-ness to blatantly)!
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"Hoover Dam will not fall while I still draw breath." General Oliver was standing above Nero on a second floor. Overlooking the bodies of Legion and NCR soldiers in the badly lit room. Three rangers on either side of him as Nero panted. He could feel the blood mixing with the sweat on the back of his neck. Vulpes was hidden in one of the many cubicles, at least Nero thought he was. He lost track of him a while ago.

He remembered back to when they were fighting. The light skinned man spun as he dragged his ripper through a man's neck and before the blood even hit the floor he had whispered to Nero, "Stay here." He knew better than to mention him now.

"Surrender, General. This dam is almost taken. Would you see more of your men die as they live? Like dogs?" His voice was torn, it felt as if he had drank radscorpion venom as the ache radiated from his vocal chords.

The General didn't move his arms, he must have been used to dealing with the blows of his failures. They were many and often. He offered some weak line, hollow words of counteroffensives and more coming.

"We have the roads blocked. There are no more men coming, General." The title rolled off his tongue roughly, a trill on the r that Vulpes had taught him during their many lessons. Words of an ancient language they both held dear.

"Then we will hold out." A flash. Silent, quick, and efficient one of the rangers to Oliver's right was taken back through the doorway he had been standing in front of. So that's how the game was to be played.

Nero was sure to keep all of their attentions on himself.
"And just how long do you expect to be able to hold?" Nero was sure not to look to often but he took a quick glance to the room where he last saw his friend and he swore he saw the glint of sharp white teeth before Vulpes moved. Back into the shadows, one of his things he wore so well.

Nero preferred him in nothing at all.

"I don't know, but we will stay. Because that's what good soldiers do. Maybe your Legion would run, but we're different." In a short span of time two more rangers were taken. Nero had to sink his canines into his tongue to keep from his grin. Now his companion was just showing off.

"You shouldn't speak of what you have no knowledge of. The Legion has more to offer these lands than you do." A scoff from the general. Another ranger gone. Only one more before the General.

Nero flexed his fingers in his ballistic fist, the inside soaked with sweat. The metallic appendages flexed easily as the the lone man rolled his shoulders. "If you had stayed with the NCR we could save these lands."

"Yes, because you did a great job stopping the Fiends, cleaning Freeside, and you're all so willing to hog all the power from the plant for yourself. You couldn't even keep the streets safe. If you had? I would have never been shot. Would have never gone after Benny. Would have never been invited to the Legion." The last ranger was gone, Vulpes (looking much cleaner, to Nero's surprise) strolled in casually from the door behind Nero.

"One of the few times I find myself...pleased with the profligate's weaknesses." The man took his spot beside Nero, the two contrasting in ever way. Nero's dark skin, light hair, dark eyes.

"Look around you General for you have failed."

Nero ditched his ballistic fist, drawing out a pistol with a lady in blue on the side. Vulpes slid behind him, his chest a steady heat against the Courier's back, to still Nero's hand and aid his aim.

Nero fired the shot before General Oliver even understood what had happened.

Not really to spoilery but blocked out in case. Old World Blues details.

I am good for all pairings but bonuses all around for M!Courier/Arcade, any!Courier/Vulpes, or F!Courier/Veronica.

I love Charon. Best companion, sexy as fuck, and has a chicks name. I love all the Charon fills, but I would love to see Charon fall in love but stay Cannon. I really don't care who he falls in love with but a f!LW is always good. I just want to see how she break him open from him shell and of course end it with smut.
Is that too much to ask?
I don't think this would be a short fill, I want to see the stages of him falling in love. Cause as fun as he falling for the next chick with a skirt, he needs to feel something for her, seem to me that is more cannon.
ANON I will love you forever!!

I, for one, think you should come out of lurk mode permanantly! This was great, really gritty and intense.

Back into the shadows, one of his things he wore so well.
What a great line.

OP here! WOW WOWWOWOWOWOW I can't deal with how fabulous this is! I loved Down in Mexico with a fiery burning passion and I'm flipping out that you're filling this. It could not be better-I hope you continue!

Rolling around on the floor in agony because of three words ughhh what have you done to me anon.

The F!Courier is an artist when it comes to unarmed combat. Nothing can touch her, she dodges like lightning and has your bitch ass on the ground before you can even blink. This Courier is unmatched, not because she is inhumanly strong, but because she appears to be dancing when she is fighting: all grace, beauty, and lethality.

That gives Lucius a huge boner.

Basically, give me a devilishly deadly F!Courier who is unrivaled when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, but Lucius is intrigued to spar with her none the less. Give me feminine grace and some deadly moves, with a naked Praetorian on top.

Bonus: If she's small and darts and climbs all over Lucius during sparring. Wink. Wink wink.

All my babies if you continue, A!A...

The Courier floated on her feeling of contentment for long enough to forget there were other contestants as well. A sharp knocking at her window brought her back to reality. Finally, she'd get her excuse to kill Vulpes!

"Hey baby! Ready to charm the world's biggest snake?"

Oh. Him. Rolling her eyes, she nodded for him to come in.

"Hi, Butch. That's your name, right? You seem like an okay guy, so I'd better warn you that this contest-"

"I know, heavy competition! But I can set you straight on that."

The Courier cocked her head.

"Don't tell me you're taking this seriously, too?"

Butch looked at her with some confusion. Now that she thought about it, he wasn't all that old; maybe seven or so years older than her. And even if his reputation as the Mojave Rapelord was unearned, he had managed to keep the groupies that came with it. Maybe there was something behind all that confidence...

"I'll give you a chance: you have fifteen seconds to convince me this isn't a mistake."

Butch wasted two seconds getting his jacket off, then climbed next to her in bed. Once his hands reached her body, she gave some consideration; not bad, but nothing special.

And then there was a knock at the door.

"Darlin'? You in there?"

The King!

"Time's up!" she told Butch as she shoved him off of her. He whined a bit, but not enough to keep her from forgetting about him when she went to meet her visitor in the hallway.

"Coming to my house? You're almost making me feel special!"

"I love to see you, but first I've got a warning for you. You know a skinny man, pale skin, talks like he's important?"

Oh no- is this going where I think it is?

"Why?"

"Some of my boys saw him sneaking around your place. We got him sidetracked with a fight, though. He shouldn't make it here till dawn."

Well, it was a nice plan while it lasted.

"Thanks, baby. Where would I be without you?"

"Another thing- hearing you were in danger got me thinking...we've got a nice thing going, and maybe it's time go take care of business. Get serious and all."

"Are you asking me to wear your ring around my neck?"

The King grinned.

"Or maybe that I'm almost in love."

That settled it, then. There would have to be a new judge for round two.

Today I came across this vid on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuaVwsbcE6I&feature=related
It's about the world beard championships in Alaska. (Don't ask)

I want you to draw your favourite beardless Fallout Character with your favourite beard.

Or write a story about it.

Anon has a thing for facial hair....

Ah... I feel so weird prompting this, but it's the kink meme right? So let's get some kink in here.

I wanna see some manly-man of the Mojave with ideas of knocking up F!courier. Lots of smut with dirty talk and everything! Courier's reaction can range from dub-con to just as turned on by it as her partner (But no out right non-con, please.)

One of the Legion boys would probably work best for this prompt but any male just about any male could do if written right!

Uh... okay I'm going to go crawl back into my hole now...

I've never thought about Vulpes and Arcade together in any way, but somehow this idea is just WONDERFUL. Please someone fill it <3

Thank you Anon! Have my internet love!
I always get really skiddish at first. Back when I tried my hand at another fandom k!meme (Phoenix Wright) someone posted something about how the quality of the meme was going down and linked one of my fills as an example. Took quite a toll on my confidence.

But this meme seemed so friendly I couldn't help myself. Thank you Anon! I'll be sure to contribute some more.

Dub-con would be even better.
Please.

Different anon hopes you do- I'd love to read it!

Dominant sex with Boone? What a lovely idea OP <3 :)

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

Re: Experience and Treachery 3/3

Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 2/?

The Mighty Become Slaves 7/7

F!Courier and Yes Man

Re: But Tomorrow - Raul + Cass 2/2

Re: The Mighty Become Slaves 7/7

Re: The Mighty Become Slaves 7/7

Re: Tabitha Vs. The Legion

Re: Vulpes/F!Courier - Multiple Personalities

Pugnat Fortier (1/1)

M/F!Courier/Anyone- Jealousy/Possessiveness!

Unfilled: Charon in love

Re: Pugnat Fortier (1/1)

Re: Hacer El Amor - 4a/?

Re: Hacer El Amor - 4a/?

F!Courier/Lucius (Punching and dancing leads to good times)

Re: A!A

The Only Way to Win 5/?

Prompt for all Art Anons! (And writing Anons, too, if you feel up for it)

F!Courier/Any Dude in the Mojave, Knocking Up!

Re: Vulpes/Arcade Years Later

Re: Pugnat Fortier (1/1)

Re: Master/M!Vault Dweller, consensual anal+oral tentacle sex

Re: Tabitha Vs. The Legion

Re: Boone/F!Courier, non-con/dominance