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

A!A reporting in:
My ego is now the size of a small country.

Most appropriate phrase for this prompt:
Need it like burning.

Mal was losing. Badly. And she wasn't quite sure how he was doing it, but she was absolutely sure that Benny was cheating. He lounged easily, watching her with wide smirk that was threatening to become a leer as he straightened the lapels of his checkered jacket needlessly. Oh yes, he was cheating. They were both playing no holds barred, and yet every time Mal thought she had him, he came out on top. But just barely. He was taunting her, winning with the hand that was just one better than her own. Four of a kind to her full house. A flush that topped her straight. And now he swept the floor with her, placing his cards neatly on the table in front of them. A royal flush.
Her cheeks flared, from embarrassment of anger, she wasn't sure. Her teeth felt like they would break, she was clenching them so tightly.
"I take it that means I win again, doll face?" Benny's words were smug enough that Mal could practically feel them slither up her arms and down her spine. She didn't respond.
Her hands were clamped tightly on the hem of her tank top, desperate to keep it in place, just above the waistband of her tight blue shorts.
The dark leather armor had been made short work of, though she had dragged it out piece by piece. The boots, the belt and holsters, and then finally the armor itself. She was mortified!
At this point she would rather forfeit than reveal the rest of her body to Benny, of all people. She hadn't been bared like this since Doc Mitchell had dug the bullets out of her head and helped point her in the right direction.
The co-leader of the Strip spoke, luring her out of her thoughts.
"Lost your nerve already, bearcat?" He jeered lightly, before taking a long drink from the bottle of whiskey that he'd been nursing throughout the game. "The way I see it, you've got two options. Take off your top, and let me check out your bubs, or slide on out of your shorts so I can see if those gams of yours lead to anything nice." His tone made it clear that he was open to either choice. This was his area of expertise, and Mal had already lost.
The courier covered her face with her hands in an attempt to hide her blush, though the tips of her ears were burning just as red. She was too far out of her element, and was struggling to find solid ground.
Benny had played her right into his hands.

(Aaaah I haven't written in ages. Bearcat- fiery gal, bubs- breasts, gams- legs. )

My college's mascot is a bearcat. A!A, you have officially caught my attention lol. Can't wait for moar Slimey Benny, who is simultaneously snaking cards and sullying my school. What a glorious fink.

There is nothing I love more than baby!Couriers.
This would be amazing.

Yeessss!

You hit all my buttons with laser-guided accuracy, anon. That was glorious.

I'll do it.

I have serious problems denying prompts when it comes to anyone who works in Moriarty's.

And I fucking love Nova. There need to be more fics with her in where she isn't a bitch trying to seduce someone away from FLW.

Her teenaged years were awkward enough as it was, but there she'd been, sixteen and six foot two, drowning her sorrows in pages from Sylvia Plath while Orion Moreno pounded on the door and told her to kit up for that night's excursion. She reflected-- as he taught her fifty ways to stab a man's vitals-- that she didn't want to grow up to be a paramilitary holdout killing machine, she didn't want to pop out pure American babies in this forsaken wasteland. No. She had this great idea, distant and moody, that somewhere in the future, some way, somehow, she would be living a life of science and intellectual study with likeminded ladies far from the reach of NCR forces.

Arcade sort of thought it would be like Sappho's island where booksmart lesbians fed each other grapes and discussed literary themes.

Instead she ended up on the ass end of nowhere, cutting up cactus bits and trying to spin pharmaceutical straw into pharmaceutical gold. Freeside was a dump-- probably always going to be a dump-- and maybe that was why she agreed to follow Davy Six Waters out into the desert.

That and also because she took one look at that fresh-faced goofball Mormon kid and knew-- just knew-- that he was going to need a lot of help, if that bandage across his head was anything to tell by.

Six was a nice young man, born of a Sorrows-tribe healer and a missionary, and he had his heart set on walking the earth and spreading the good news. Need someone to mediate an argument between two parties? Want someone to tell your troubles to? Need five gecko skins or whatever the hell fetch quest for some odd reason? Six would help you, common sense and self-preservation tossed to the wind.

They had been walking two hours out of the eastern crossroads that one fateful day and Arcade missed the initial set-up-- but all of a sudden she heard Six cry out happily, "Hey look, Arcade! It’s a baby!"

She'd been inspecting an interesting growth on mesquite bean pods and this cut into her reverie.

Yes-- there it was, a baby. A cute little boy of maybe two or three years, fuzzy and brown, clutching a toy rex by the tail. His cheeks were stained with tears and when Six went over to him for hugs, the boy squeezed onto him right away and babbled unintelligibly.

"Aw, hey, lil guy, where's your mommy and daddy?" Six cooed, giving him back pats. "What're you doin' out here by yourself?"

The baby blubbered and connected his nostrils to Six's cheek with a thick rope of snot.

Arcade sighed. Children were full of mucus. “He looks well-fed,” she remarked. “It’s likely that he’s just wandered off and got lost.. there’s a settlement up ahead.”

“Ha ha ha.. look, he’s snottin’ on me. Look at all this gooey!”

“Uh. Yes. You’ll want to keep that away from your wet membranes.”

“Hey, I bet you’re right. They said look for the dinosaur, right?” Six gave the kid a hug. “And whoooo’s got a toy dinosaur?"

This turned out badly.

ungffffff yes. there was a boone breathplay fill here a while back and I've been desperate for more ever since!

Oh gosh, OP here. that was fantastic. i loved reading it from quinn's viewpoint - and the rumor-talk going on in underworld - and your tulip was adorable ahahaha. thank you so much (✿◕‿◕)

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. ~Ambrose Redmoon

Just as expected, they reached Boston a good month later, dusty, dirty, and tired. Despite the highways up north being in comparatively good condition, the journey had proven to be difficult; not because of the road, but because of the terrain and multiple spots for ambushes. They had fought off raiders almost every day.

With dusk they reached the southern outskirts of Boston, the one part of the city that had survived the destruction of the war and had been rebuilt – to an extent – into what resembled a town again.

Since Frank had grown up in the area and knew Boston the best, he offered to scout for an inn and while he was gone, Steve and Amanda settled down in a small bar at the edge of town.

“I’m sure looking forward to a bath and a proper shave”, Steve said while running a hand through his shaggy beard. “I feel like I have a dead dog glued to my face.”
Amanda had to chuckle. “I don’t envy you.”
They had their beer in relaxed silence, and because Frank hadn’t returned yet, had another one soon after. By the time they had finished that it was dark outside, and Amanda looked out of the window with a worried frown.
“I wonder where he’s gone?”
“Could be he ran into some old friend.” But despite his words, Steve sounded a trifle worried, too.

The brahmin was still tied down outside and untended, so they took care of their animal, unloading and hobbling it before feeding and watering it. Steve shot a worried glance down the road that Frank had taken and finally looked at Amanda again. “Should I go look for him?”
“You know the town better than I do, so it’d be of no use if I went. I’ll stay here with the brahmin.”
Steve nodded and after another deep breath, lit up a smoke and set off, heading for downtown. Amanda watched him go with a knot of worry sitting deeply in her gut.

When Steve came back it was long past midnight, and he came back alone. He shrugged, sat down at the small campfire Amanda had made and produced a cigarette. Instead of lighting it, however, he sat there for a while fiddling nervously with his lighter.
“No trace of him?”
“No.” He twirled the unlit cigarette between his fingers. “And I didn’t find anyone who had seen him, either. I’m getting worried, kid. It’s not like him.”
“Do you think he’s run into trouble?”
“I would like to think there’s no trouble he could run into that he can’t handle. But...” Steve finally lit his cigarette and after taking a drag, exhaled the smoke through his nose. “I’d best go look again.”
“I don’t know...” Amanda put another piece of wood into the fire. “If he really is in trouble then we’ll be of no use to him if we don’t get some rest. I think we’d best look together tomorrow.”
“Maybe you’re right.”

Each of them managed to rest a few fitful hours while the other kept watch, but when dawn came and Frank still hadn’t showed up, they both were more worried than they cared to admit. In a strained silence, they loaded the brahmin again and made their way into town.

It was as they headed a corner and reached the centre of town that they spotted a large crowd of people heading for the edge of town westward, in their middle was a man who was definitely a prisoner. The crowd was agitated and was clearly a lynch mob eager for blood, and Steve and Amanda exchanged a horrified look.
They had both recognised the prisoner: the bound and gagged man these people were dragging along was Frank.

“Shit.” Steve dropped his smoke and ground it out under his heel. “The fuck are we gonna do now kid?”
Amanda stared at the vanishing crowd, thinking furiously. Then she spotted two women standing in front of a small house who had watched the mob pass by, too. She walked over and greeted them friendly.

When she came back to where Steve was still holding the brahmin, gripping the halter so tightly his knuckles were white, she put a hand on his arm and swallowed.
“Do you remember the name of the woman you two met over?”
“Yes... Molly Frederickson.” Steve slowly looked down at her. “What...”
“I thought so. A woman with that name, the mayor’s daughter...”
“Mayor? Frederickson is mayor?” Steve blinked, giving the impression that someone had hit him with a wet towel.
“His daughter accused him of raping her. Saying...”
“WHAT?!”
“Jesus, Steve, keep it down!” Amanda tugged at his sleeve, giving him an imploring look. He looked about to explode; she had never seen him so furious. “It doesn’t matter what she told them. We gotta think of a way to bail him out of that!”
“I’ll bail him out good and proper”, Steve growled in a dangerously low voice and was about to reach for his weapon.
“Steve, for fuck’s sake, keep your wits together. If we just waltz over there and try to shoot him out, they’ll kill all three of us.” Amanda broke off and thought quickly. “I have an idea. It might not get him out, but it could well buy us a little more time. Give me your spare shirt.”
“What?” Steve looked as if someone had hit him with a frying pan. “The fuck do you...”
“Just do it!”

Steve shrugged his pack off and dug into it, then handed her the spare shirt he kept there. To his utter bewilderment, Amanda folded the shirt tightly together and shoved it under her own shirt and under her top, adjusting it firmly with a strip of cloth she tore off her own shirt. “This is risky”, she muttered as she looked around. The two women had vanished inside the house, and everyone else seemed part of the mob, so no one saw them. “But I can’t really think of something else right now.”
“Amanda...” Steve ran both hands through his hair as he watched her. “What the fuck are you...”
“I’m going to be his pregnant wife, and you’re my brother”, she said. “And we’re a scavenger caravan. I can’t imagine they won’t at least give us some time, no mob can be that cruel.”
Steve ran his hands through his hair again and smoothed it back. His face was pale. “Jesus... kid, they’ll have our hides for this.”
“That’s a risk we gotta take. Hurry up before they hang him.”

Leaning on Steve’s arm, her heart hammering in her chest like mad, Amanda walked over to where the mob had gathered at the edge of town, trying to walk slightly bent backward as she had seen pregnant women do.
Frank was standing on a chair under the gallows, the noose already around his neck. He was still gagged and his eyes were blood-shot and burned with fury, and he was fruitlessly tearing at the ropes that bound his wrists behind his back.

Amanda and Steve reached the crowd just as an elderly man with a grey beard and black hat was about to tell the men beside him to kick the chair over.
“Please, for the love of god!”, Amanda cried out, using all the anguish she felt and putting it into her voice. “Stop! What are you doing?!”
The elderly man, who had to be the mayor by his demeanour and the way the others looked at him, took a deep breath and observed Amanda for a long, silent moment.

“We’re hanging a rapist”, he finally said. “He raped my daughter years ago and managed to lop off, and damned if he didn’t come back into town to try it again last night. This time I got my hands on him, however, and I won’t let him go.”
“But he is no rapist! Frank would never do that!”
“Says who, you silly little bitch?”, someone in the crowd yelled. “Who are you to meddle in this anyway?”
“The mother of his unborn child!”, Amanda yelled back. Sweat was pouring down her back despite the early hour and the cool spring air. If someone smelled a rat and touched her belly now for whatever reason, then all three of them were done for. But her words gave the men in the mob a pause, because the bulge under her shirt was clearly visible. The mayor cleared his throat and obviously, wasn’t quite sure how to proceed.

Steve chose that moment to join. “What happened? Did you catch him red-handed? What did he say to defend himself?”
This time, the mayor rubbed a hand across his neck. “He didn’t say anything.”
“Because he’s gagged, you...” Amanda yelled, but before she could throw an insult at the mayor in her despair, Steve grabbed her arm and squeezed. She managed to stop herself just in time but her fear and her terror were getting the better of her. She felt tears choke her, but made no effort to fight them back.
“That’s a fine justice you uphold here”, Steve now said to the mayor. “Not allowing an accused man a word to defend himself. Do you always gag the men you want to hang? Saves you a lot of time, I guess.”
“Shut the fuck up!” The mayor took a step forward, his face flushing an angry red. “I caught him red-handed, assaulting my daughter in the back alley behind my own house!”

Behind him a woman stepped forth, some years older than Amanda, her face flushed and her eyes burning with hatred. “That’s right, you stupid bitch!”, she now all but screamed at Amanda. “And he almost broke my wrists! How does it feel being married to a rapist, huh?”
Amanda failed to think of a reply, but her pale face spoke of a language in itself. She stumbled back and groped for Steve’s arm who took it to steady her.
“Stop talking to my sister that way. You’re the right woman calling someone else a bitch”, he said to mayor’s daughter, and to the mayor, he went on: “I swear this is the truth, Frederickson. I had a thing with Molly going on for about two months last time I was here, that was seven years ago. And when I walked in on her one day, she was at it with another guy, and it turned out she had been cheating both of us with each other. We decided that she wasn’t worth killing each other over and hung around together. Been doing that ever since. But I know that your daughter isn’t the innocent little girl you want her to be!”
“You asshole!” Molly stormed forward and seemed about to scratch his eyes out. “You liar! I’ve never seen you in my life and you come and insult me in front of my father?! He assaulted me right in the street!”

Amanda tore herself off Steve’s arm and suddenly seemed to have lost her mind. With a scream, she attacked him, went with her nails for his face, and it was all Steve could do to duck away with a yelp and grab her wrists, wrestling her down with all sheer physical force he could muster.
When she fell sobbing against him he stood paralysed for a moment but then Amanda tore herself away from him and stared at the mayor. “Like that, yes? Anyone observing the scene a second after I attacked him would be bound to think that it was him attacking me! My husband is no rapist!”
“He seems to be married to a madwoman, though”, the mayor said very thoughtfully.
“Will you stop insulting my sister in her state?”, Steve snapped.
“Bullshit!”, Molly screamed. “You never mentioned anything about having a sister before!”

In the silence that followed, both Steve and the mayor looked at her and she suddenly paled.

“So”, Steve said in a dangerously low voice. “On what occasion did we ever have some conversation where I would’ve had the chance of mentioning a sister or not if you’ve never seen me before?”
The mayor turned around to stare at his daughter. The display Amanda had given and his daughter’s words had obviously given him a pause. “Molly.” His voice was a growl. “Not a single word more from you.”

The mob around him had fallen still and silent as well, and the men shuffled uncomfortably on their feet after the events and the words they had just witnessed. The mayor took a deep breath and gestured to the men beside Frank to let go of him. The men did so, reluctantly and hesitatingly, and slipped the noose over his head before untying his wrists.
As soon as he had solid ground under his feet again Amanda tore herself away from Steve and ran over to him. He watched her coming as he stood there rubbing his swollen wrists, and as Amanda looked up, she realised he still had the gag tied between his jaws. She cautiously undid it and removed the gag, and after a shudder and a groan, Frank spat out beside him. Amanda leaned against him and he closed his arms around her, burying his face into her hair for a moment.

Someone beside them cleared their throat and the two looked up to see the mayor watching them with a hard to read expression. “You got to say anything?”
“Nice of you to finally ask”, Frank gave back hoarsely. “Believe it or not, but she tried to seduce me, she was after a fuck. When I refused, she attacked me, pretty much like my girl demonstrated. I didn’t fancy having my eyes gauged out by her fucking fingernails, so what was I supposed to do? I knew I was in a heap of trouble the moment she cast herself at me yelling for help.”
The mayor didn’t say a word, but his jaws worked so hard his teeth gnashed.
“Your innocent, beautiful daughter has a birth mark on her left ass cheek”, Steve said after having walked up to Frank’s other side.
The mayor looked up sharply with widening eyes. “What?”
Steve shrugged. “She never mentioned anything about having been raped by two men, has she?”
“No.”

A heavy, uncomfortable silence followed that admission. The mayor finally sighed and shrugged. “There’s nothing for it. I’ve made a complete ass of myself and my position believing in a woman’s word because she’s my own flesh and blood.” He looked over his shoulder at said woman, his flesh and blood, and his voice was hardly audible. “Go home, Molly. And if I don’t find you in your room when I come for you, then god may have mercy on you because I sure as fuck won’t.”
“But daddy...”
“Don’t ever call me that again. Believing in your words has almost turned me into a murderer. I almost hanged an innocent man who would’ve left a widow and a fatherless child because of your lies. I’ve seen that birthmark when your mother shifted your diapers as an infant. I guess we should’ve smothered you instead.” Then he turned around to look at Frank again and he suddenly seemed to have aged a decade or two. “I can’t undo what I did to you. I won’t insult you further with worthless apologies. But will you accept some caps and ammunition as reparation? It’s the only thing I can do.”
Frank cleared his throat and shrugged. “My pride says no, but my common sense says it’s too valuable an offer to refuse”, he rasped. “So, yes.”
“Good. Where do you lodge?”
“Nowhere”, Amanda fell in. “We are about to leave town, actually.”
The mayor nodded. “Which direction are you taking?”
“South.”
“Good. Wait at the edge of town, I’ll send someone over.” With that, the mayor turned around and left, and around them, the mob slowly dispersed. None of the men so hungry for Frank’s blood a few moments ago looked at them. Within minutes, they were alone.

“Jesus.” Frank coughed hoarsely and shuddered. “I thought I was done for. I owe you one, girl.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” Amanda looked worriedly up into his pale and dirty face. “Did they beat you?”
“Not terribly”, Frank gave back.
Amanda took another deep breath and gave in to the urge to embrace him again, clamping her arms around Frank like a vice. He stiffened for a split second before returning that embrace. They silently held on to each other for a moment before he let go again.
Amanda then took his arm and Steve rested a hand between Frank’s shoulder blades. “You need anything, buddy?”
“A piss”, Frank replied. “And a motherfucking smoke.”

After having managed the former, the latter proved to be a problem insofar as Frank’s fingers were still so stiff and swollen from a night spent bound behind his back that Steve had to light the smoke for him; Frank could hardly keep a grip on the cigarette as he smoked. They slowly made their way back to where Steve had tied the brahmin down, discovering to their relief that everything was still in place. In mutual silence they headed for the edge of town, just down the road they had arrived upon a few hours ago, and waited.

They didn’t have to wait for long before a runner caught up with them bearing a large bundle. It held Frank’s assault rifle, his knife and other possessions, two combat shotguns and a large, beautifully crafted .44 magnum revolver, all fully loaded. Several packs of spare ammo for those three guns were there as well and a bag of caps that was so heavy its contents had to amount up to several hundred.

Steve emitted a soft whistle under his breath. “That’s worth a fortune.”
“That asshole better have a proper bad conscience”, Amanda snapped furiously. “I really feel like going back and killing that disgusting cunt.”
Steve chuckled softly and patted her back. “Her daddy will give her what she deserves, no doubt. He always thought so much of his honour...” He lit a smoke and chuckled again. “What happened today is bound to be a blow for him that he will have a hard time recovering from.”
“He can die of a heart attack because of it for all I care.” Amanda tore the spare shirt out from under her top and handed it back to Steve. He took it with a mildly amused expression and stowed it away.

Frank just sat on a log and smoked while he watched them pack up; his hands were still useless so he couldn’t really help with anything. When they were ready to leave he took the brahmin’s halter, the only thing he could get a decent grip on because he could simply hook his fingers behind it and rest them against the short fur on the creature’s cheek.
They stopped again at Steve’s bidding when they passed the small bar he and Amanda had had their beer in while waiting for Frank the night before, and when he emerged again, after asking for some caps from their newly acquired fortune, his pack was larger and heavier, but he didn’t say a word. Amanda didn’t ask, and with her in the lead and Steve at the rear, they left Boston not a day after they had arrived. None of them regretted it.

I will be following this like a hawk follows a delicious, furry little... whatever hawks eat. Morsel on legs!

After killing Motor Runner, the Courier finds out that the fiends have the whole you kill the leader you become the leader thing going and guess who just got elected to the position.

Bonus points if the Courier finds out that beneath all the violence and drug taking, some of the Fiends can be quite articulate.

I will also be on this like a bird of prey on a leg morsel.

I, err, might be filling this for you. Do you care if it's M!Courier ogling Arcade eating the juicy flesh of some fruit.. Or do you prefer Boone? Also...do you mind a little smut thrown in there? I actually might be able to give you a little Arcade/Boone with voyeur m!Courier, depending on the way the writing swings. So to speak. ;)

This is really awesome, A!A. Your Butch is so great. There's so much depth and emotional weight to him, without changing the character or forcing anything. This is so well-done. I don't really have words for it, except WOW THAT WAS AWESOME YOU'RE AWESOME.

A!A here - thanks a lot! Butch has always been kind of difficult to pin down because there aren't that many interactions with him in the game and trying to go off them is...oh man. I was iffy about posting this but you definitely boosted my confidence and I am ecstatic you enjoyed it~

So, you know how Colonel Autumn just kind of says "LOL FUCK IT" when President Eden tells people to let you through to him, and manages to get everyone to go hostile?
I always thought it would be interesting if maybe Autumn was in charge of a sector of the government that specialized in assassinations and things like that, and FLW had previously been a part of it, but managed to escape.
Cue her trying to get others out of there and having a mole on the inside (bonus points if it's Butch because it would be great to see all that bravado be backed up for once), so that she can take the thing down brick by brick?
Can be set during the game or post-Broken Steel, assuming you had a high enough speech skill to talk Autumn into leaving before starting the purifier?

See, this is why self-doubt is bad. This is absolutely great, and I really enjoyed it and Conflicted.

Excitement!

I don't mind if it's M!Courier or Boone, and smut is actively welcomed ;)

Arcade/Boone with voyeur M!Courier sounds amazing.

I guess my only pretty please would be, if you do include M!Courier, do you mind if he's similar in age to Arcade, rather than a young version?

Thank you so much, anon.

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

Re: F!LW/Butch - Bitter 3/3

Re: New Vegas - 10 Things I Hate About You AU

Re: F!Courier/Benny - Strip Poker

Re: F!Courier/Benny - Strip Poker

Re: F!C/Benny - Black Widow, Young Widow

Re: FLW/Scribe Bigsley -- "Let me make it up to you."

Re: Headshot 6/6 (complete!) [ignore the ones beneath this, I messed up posting]

Re: F!LW/Nova

yet-untitled genderswap Courier/Boone, Arcade/Boone 1/?

Re: Mouthy M!Courier/Arcade or Boone - Breath-play, choking

Re: Tulip/F!LW - Playing Favorites - [5/5]

Stronger than death itself 11a/?

Stronger than death itself 11b/?

Stronger than death itself 11c/?

Stronger than death itself 11d/?

Stronger than death itself 11e/?

Re: yet-untitled genderswap Courier/Boone, Arcade/Boone 1/?

The Fiend's new Leader

Re: yet-untitled genderswap Courier/Boone, Arcade/Boone 1/?

Re: Arcade Gannon, eating fruit sexily

Re: FLW/Butch - Complex - [10/10]

Re: FLW/Butch - Complex - [10/10]

Gen (or FLW/Any, I guess) - Nikita AU

Re: FLW/Butch - Complex - [10/10]

Re: Arcade Gannon, eating fruit sexily