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

Op here, and yeah, no going to deny that I thought it could be hilarious to see Moriarty flip out.

I'd certainly be happy with smut, but if someone wants to fill it and doesn't feel like adding porn, that's fine too :)

You have a really nice fluid style of writing. I never find Butch sexy but that's Butch's fault, not yours! It's a great sex scene.

My goodness, anon, it's like you read my mind! XD Seconded like no tomorrow. I may get on this if time permits... :D

.......Anon, you are my hero. I need this like BURNING.

FFFF if I knew anything about dancing, I'd be all over this. Seconded like no other.

Potential A!A here, definitely giving my props to you. I've been on here FOREVER reading to my heart's content, but this...this is just crazy enough to get me to want to fill it. I've got school exams coming up, but I think I just may need to take this offer... XD

I'm a sucker for fluff and I would love to see Benny and the F!Courier raising a baby of their own. I'd prefer a little girl, since I imagine she'd have Benny wrapped around her finger, but I'll leave it up to the writer.

Ideas?

- Benny has to put his son/daughter back to sleep after a nightmare.
- Family outing.
- Dress up.

Again, these are just ideas, I just want the family fluff fill.

OP here.
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Potential author!anon, you have all of my love should you find time to fill this. <333

Same potential A!A here; I've just begun a fill. Heaven help us all. XD

My first thought was, Dean Domino is perfect Phantom material.

This meme needs 1000% more A/B, so doooo itttttttt!

Okay, after months of looking but not writing, I have a prompt I'd love to see filled. I'm sure someone else may have had this idea somewhere, but here goes...

I've read a wonderful fic somewhere on FF.net revolving around how relaxed and even flirty Boone got when drunk. What if he gets into the bottles of alcohol that the Courier keeps around for her companion and decides to offer a dance as she has the radio blasting? It can end any way you like, I'd just love to see our wonderful sniper loosen up a bit. ;)

Good Karma Courier is preferred, but other than that, run wild! :D

In Fallout II, my favourite weapon was always the massive "small gun" Bozar, supposedly a sniper rifle but burst mode only with a sexy minigun sound, running around overkilling rats for 600hp with it. I had the unpatched version so I had to get it by stealing it from one of the guards outside Buster's (the arms merchant in New Cali Republic). When you go near the guards, they always say stuff like "yeah, that's right, come to daddy." unf!
So what I'd like to read is, f!Chosen One has 3-way with Buster's guards, and afterwards steals one of their Bozars :D

The compulsive tribal pickpocket in me just woke up and stretched like a spoiled cat. Sweet, sweet prompt- seconding.

This anon would give his right hand for some fic of a couple of guys (or gals, or mixed, whatevs) jerkin' it together. It doesn't have to lead to sex, just two dudes being dudes and tugging it like it ain't no thang.

Please!

When Lily can't sleep, she bakes. She talks to Leo as she goes through to motions of making sweet rolls, Jimmy's favourites, the ones he stole from the pan every single time she turned her back. Leo laughs every time she tells him that story, and she cheerfully waves away the smoke trickling from the edge of the oven door.

When Veronica can't sleep, she reads. She sits up in bed and leafs through the pages of a magazine or a battered copy of the Shady Sands Gazette, catching up the world that kept spinning outside of the Mojave. She licks a fingertip and turns the pages, looks at weapons and clothes in equal amounts, and ignores Boone when he rolls over and squints up at her, mumbling about turning off the light.

When Boone can't sleep, he walks. Shoves his feet into his boots and pulls on a jacket to ward against the cold desert nights, and walks from one end of the Strip to the other. Sometimes he runs into people he knows and makes brief conversation, but mostly he keeps his head down. Boone walks until he gives up and gives in, sitting on a bench and scruffing a hand over his chin. He looks at the lights of the Strip, rubs a thumb against the gold band hanging heavy on a chain around his neck. When he can't sleep, he walks. When he walks, he thinks. When Boone thinks, he remembers everything.

Rex has forgotten how to sleep. He twitches and settles with his nose against hard steel paws and watches his humans, and a half-formed memory of snarling at a line of protesting men fizzes and prickles across his mind.

When Cass can't sleep, she plans ahead. She's got a head for business, the whole Crimson Caravan fuckup aside, and she's got got a not insignificant bag of caps saved up after selling out. Working for the Courier convinced Cass that it's a waste of a life spent toiling for someone else, so once this shitshow is over she's upping sticks and starting again. She sits at the kitchen table and taps a chewed up pencil as she thinks, crunching the numbers and working out the future. Trade'll start flowing through the outpost when all this is over. There'll be a good market for caravan guards, independent traders counting on muscle that didn't bow to the big boys back in The Hub. Cass sits and thinks, concentrating hard as she plans how she's gonna grab the future by the balls and squeeze until it squeals.

When Arcade can't sleep, he runs a bath. Clean water that didn't make the skin itch and set a Geiger counter dancing is rare. Hot water that didn't have to be boiled up first is even rarer, let alone scalding hot water that miraculously flows from a faucet without any effort in his behalf. He runs a bath until it nearly overflows and settles in, long legs hanging over the edge and his nose barely above the surface. He tries to switch his brain off, but mostly he thinks 'what if'. Arcade has a lot of 'what if's, and no matter how hard he tries to find new solutions to his problems, the results are always not what he wants. Arcade lays in the cooling water until his fingers prune, tips his head back until he's submerged and all he can hear is the rushing of blood in his ears, and he thinks, 'what if'.

When Raul can't sleep, he relaxes. He's had a long time to master relaxing, and he puts it all into practice on the nights when the clock is loud and the passage of time louder. Bone by bone, muscle by muscle, he closes his eyes and wills the ache out of his body and focuses on the gentle demand of gravity. It takes time and energy to focus like that, and by the time he's lulled himself into a state where his trick knee is silent and his shoulder-blades pressed deep into the downy embrace of the Lucky 38 beds, he could sleep through the bombs all over again.

ED-E never sleeps.

Only specification is that it's after F!LW has killed Moriarty.

captcha: frowning James

...i don't even know what to say to that.

The courier found Benny sitting in a back corner of Aces sipping a cocktail, exactly where and how she knew she'd find him. He'd gotten a little predictable since they'd taken over New Vegas, which was part of the reason she was here. She leaned over his shoulder. "Ever heard of a wet t-shirt contest?"

He hardly glanced at her. "No. Should I have?"

"It seems the sort of thing you'd approve of," she replied offhandedly as she took a seat across from him, deliberately blocking his view of the stage. As he started to lean to look past her at the new (female) dancers they'd hired, she continued, "It's an all-woman competition--"

She had his attention now.

"-- where the women dress in t-shirts with nothing under them, get soaked with water, and are then judged for their attractiveness. According to Veronica, it's an Old World tradition."

He raised his eyebrows. "And where do we find one of these quaint little competitions?"

"I want to host one. Here. On the Strip."

He grinned. "You run with that, Pussycat."

"And I want you to judge."

The grin somehow got bigger, and he took a slow drink. "The day just keeps improving, girlie girl."

Benny was surprised at the number of contestants they had. But he supposed any distraction was welcome in the wasteland, even someplace as bustling as the Strip. He sure wasn't going to complain about the turnout. A bevy of beautiful babes, dressed in a variety of pants and skirts but invariably "topped" off with thin cotton, danced and flirted with a rowdy crowd of Mojave citizens, NCR soldiers and civilians, and casino families. The crowd enthusiastically drenched the women with water brought in from Lake Mead, and the whooping and hollering was almost deafening.

Swank, at his right, nudged Benny's arm. "I like that one," he said, gesturing with his chin. "Think I'll give her a little taste after she wins."

Benny looked where Swank had indicated and suppressed a smirk. "You're gonna have to grow a nice pair of charlies and way better legs to get her attention." At Swank's frown, he explained. "That's Veronica. You know? The courier's friend."

He enjoyed Swank's disappointment, just a little, as he turned back to the contestants. Cass had shown up, too, had probably dragged Veronica there with her, and his eyebrows shot up as she danced out of the crowd. She wore a sopping wet shirt, and nothing else. He'd never expected to find out if the carpet matched the drapes, but hell, now everyone knew. She howled happily and spun in a circle; a soldier grabbed at her ass and she punched him to the ground without skipping a beat in her happy dance. "You can look, fellas," she sang out, "but no touching without permission."

Benny grinned. He was tempted to declare her the winner just for that. But then another woman caught his eye, and he was hard pressed to look at anyone else.

Whatever bottoms she had on were hidden beneath her shirt, though the clingy material showed that, unlike Cass, she [i]was[/i] wearing something. But it was short enough to expose her long, creamy legs from bare, slender foot almost to her hip. Those hips were full, swaying sinuously along with the other women's dance, but more slowly than they, more seductively. Those gorgeous hips curved elegantly upward to a tucked waist, which in turn swelled out in a perfect hourglass. At first, he didn't think she had much on top, not enough to complement those luscious hips, but as she danced, his eyebrows reached for his hairline again. Her breasts were large-- so large, in fact, that "perkiness" was impossible. They instead lay heavy against her chest until she raised her arms in her swaying dance, automatically lifting her tits. Her nipples were swollen, sharply erect beneath the cloth, which now clung to the underside of her breasts in places, accentuating just how big and full those charlies were. She gave her hips a twirl, swiveling them in a circle, and her tits swayed and bounced. God, he hoped he wasn't drooling, but he'd found his winner, without a doubt. He pointed her out and the crowd whooped. Cass celebrated the woman's win by whipping off her shirt and flinging it into the crowd. "Give that back to me with some numbers on it!" she hollered. More whoops followed.

The winner approached Benny and Swank to collect her prize, a hefty sum of caps staked by the Tops. And Benny finally managed to look further up her body than just her tits. He nearly fell over when he found himself face to face with the courier, her expression both amused and mocking. She'd fought her way across the Mojave, through the Legion, tearing up everything in her way; he rarely saw her in anything but armor. He'd hardly ever even thought of her as female.

But wow, now he couldn't think of anything else.

She put her forefinger beneath his chin and closed his mouth. "So, do I get my prize?" she purred.

He didn't trust his voice. He nodded instead.

She took a tiny step forward, not touching, but close enough that her hair and shirt dripped onto his shoes. Not that he minded. "Do you think," she asked, glancing downward with faux shyness, her voice soft and breathy, "that I could trade in my prize for something else?"

He finally spoke. "What'd you have in mind, Pussycat?"

She leaned into him, slipping one arm under his jacket to wrap around his waist and settling her hand on his shoulder blade, her body pushed against him so that she soaked his shirtfront and forced her breasts to swell up between them as if she were wearing a corset. Her other hand dropped between their hips and she caressed his balls and cock through his pants. She leaned up and nibbled at his jawline.

He tossed the bag of caps back to Swank without looking at him. "Give that to Cass. It's the second place award now." Then he wrapped his arms around the courier and pulled her in even more tightly. "'Cause girl, you just won yourself the finest thing in this town."

She stroked him again, smiling as she felt the length of him grown hard now. "You know, Benny," she said, her eyes meeting his, "for once, I think you might be telling the truth."

AHHH I LOVE IT! Thank you so much for such a delightful story, a!anon. Character driven pieces are always appreciated. And you do seem to have these characters down well. I loved the sweetness of Lily's tale- I can smell those sweetrolls. I loved the cursing in Cass' and the heavy heart in Boone's. "ED-E never sleeps" is the perfect ending.

Thanks for sharing. <3

Anon baby, you and me share similar tastes.

I would probably sell my kidney if it meant somebody filled this.

At first, I was like, no. That's gross.
Then I was all HOLY FUCK YESSSSS~.

I got a new kink now, methinks.

Kink: ghoul
Characters: F!LW, Gob, Moriarty, Nova, Moira
Relationship: het

Trying a new style with this, so let me know if it sucks. Shaping up to be long no matter what I do, but still deciding whether to keep it small scale and domestic or wasteland-wide. It's up to you anons!

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The first thing I'm learning is that the world outside the vault is pretty much a wasteland. And that's exactly what my Pip-Boy says it is, updated after two hundred years of being underground, mapping out the way the world's changed. It's telling me (at least, I'm pretty sure it's telling me) that the weird, metal dome I can see in the mid-distance is some kind of settlement. So, yeah, I'm gonna strike out for that.

This is crazy. This is totally, totally crazy.

I've got no idea how I'm keeping calm right now. There is blood on me. I can feel it in my fucking shoes. There's some on my cheek, I'm sure of it, but I can't make myself wipe it off. I can't make myself touch it. I beat someone to death today - someone I probably would have got to known, as I got older, someone who probably had a family. I took my baseball bat - my fucking baseball bat, the one Dad and Jonah taught me how to use when I was six and I've kept safe ever since - to bash someone's brains in. I felt his armour splinter and his skull give way and oh God why am I thinking about it I'm going to vomit.

Ugh.

Okay, I'm shaking now. Shit. Okay, stop it, keep it together. Don't be that guy who keels over five feet out of the vault, c'mon.

I keep thinking about throwing the baseball bat away. I can't. It's blood stained and battered and I can't, because what if something happens to me out here? I don't know what...monsters could be out here. I don't know how to defend myself, and right now, my baseball bat of death feels a lot sturdier in my hands than a gun I don't know how to shoot.

Alright, I'm going to keep going. I could probably move faster if I put the bat away but fuck that noise. I can see miles in every direction, but there are rocks and hollows and anything could pop up at any minute and I cannot express the extent to which I'm not okay with that. I could probably also make better time if I didn't keep stopping every few seconds because of the noises out here. It's quiet, but there's these sounds that...I don't know. And then there's the lack of sounds. No machines. No pipes. I don't like it. This isn't home.

But I guess the vault isn't anymore, either.

Suddenly, the jumpsuit I'm wearing feels like a relic of a childhood I've just outgrown.

It takes a while, but I get there. I move carefully round the outside until I find what looks like a way in. A robot chirps at me - LOUDLY. I don't know what I say to it. I don't know if I say anything. The doors are big and heavy and it hits me that I'm going to have to butch up, massively, if I'm going to survive for ten minutes out here.

What hits me first is the smell. It smells of people, all pressed together in one small space, in a way the vault never did. You could smell that kind of thing at parties, and at assemblies, but here it's magnified a hundredfold, and this is every day, this is life, this closeness and craziness, and how the hell am I going to survive out here? The structure of the place is intense, and that's what I notice next. It's like nothing I've ever seen, in a book or out of it. The whole town - city? - is cobbled together out of metal and scrap, and it hits me that this is what people can achieve. More than vaults, more than learning, they can achieve survival.

And that's what my life is gonna have to be now. Survival.

I notice all of a sudden, now I'm done staring at the place, that someone is closing in on me. He's big, broad shouldered, and he lifts the brim of his hat and says, "Welcome to Megaton!"

And I pass out, because he doesn't have a face.

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

Re: Charon/Gob

Re: Waking -- Butch/FLW 4/4

Re: Kid Crushing on F!LW

Re: Phantom of New Vegas

Re: El lenguaje del Tango

Re: Oh shit, you're the Courier!

Benny/F!Courier + Child

Re: Kid Crushing on F!LW

Re: Oh shit, you're the Courier!

Re: Phantom of New Vegas

Re: Phantom of New Vegas

F!Courier and Boone: Drunken Dancing

f!Chosen One/Buster's Guards 3some

Re: f!Chosen One/Buster's Guards 3some

Any character/any character, mutual masturbation

Companions, 'Sleep Tight' 1/1

F!LW/Nova, Gob gets to watch

Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest

Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 2

Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3

op here!

no subject

Re: F!Courier/Lanius- Spoils of War

Re: Arcade/M!Courier -- All This And Heaven Too [1c/1]

Skinless 1a/?