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

Bonus points: the majority of the guys don't understand their appeal and are not sure how to react. Others however ham it up.

Oh my god anon, this is so beautiful already. I am in LOVE.

The rest of the Vault was less welcoming even though it was not "official". The overseer glared at him and Amata did not question but her father called her away

often when they even crossed paths. Butch, oddly, didn't both him, just stared and grumbled. Maybe he grew up finally? (Not likely)

At 19 the only support he had was gone and the first person who begged for help was Butch and when he did, when he suddenly forgave years of slurs and shoves

and insults, Butch embraced him tight and called him a good man.

The jacket he got filled out his shoulders and made him look like some old-fashioned football player.

By the time he stumbled his ass to Megaton he practiced again and again for his voice, trying to make it low but not cartoonish and natural.

When Simms asked his name he stopped and realized oh my god he does not have a proper name.

He's not Cathy anymore he's

He's something else he can't quite catch it but he has to make it on the fly--

"James Jr" and his voice suddenly cracks and god no fuck he's screwed it up Lucas raises an eyebrow and he KNOWS and

"Kid, how old are you?"

And he laughs and coughs and says "19" and says puberty didn't hit him for a goddamn while. Simms chuckles and says "Good luck to that"

The name will have more signifigance in just 4 weeks.

Oh, this is interesting. Please continue!

Dear glorious kinkmeme moderator-gods.

OP anon here, wanting to know if it is possible to change the title fill on the delicious page to handsome!Legion + anyone (or something like that) so not as to restrict the fill to being just hooker!legion? Sorry to bother you, should have thought of this before

Will there be more? Tell me there will be more!

Props to you, A!A, you have me hooked!

Characters: Butch DeLoria, F!LW
Tags: Butch DeLora, F!LW, Het, Complete
Series Tag: To Charm a Snake
Summary: Butch gets hurt, daddy's girl fixes him up, sexytimes ensue.

Audrey fell into her bed's welcoming embrace. Most nights she found the Vault-Tec standard issue mattress to be too firm for her liking, but after the day she just had sleep, not comfort, was her top priority. Working as the newest intern in Vault 101's clinic was slow going for the most part, with the most exciting things being Stanley's headaches and the occasional Tunnel Snake (or one of their victims) needing treatment, but today was hectic.

It started that morning, with a few people coming in complaining of intense stomach cramps, vomiting, and such. An hour or so later a half a dozen more came in with the same symptoms, and by late that afternoon over a third of the Vault's inhabitants had been diagnosed with food poising. Apparently the batch of ground beef that went into the lasagna had gone bad which meant that anybody who ate the dish for dinner the previous night was affected.

There was a mass panic, despite the fact that everybody in the Vault got a supposedly 'top of the line education,' they all reacted like a bunch of idiots. After almost twelve hours of assuring the Vaults residents that no, food poising was not fatal, and yes they were all going to live, Audrey along with Victoria Wolfe (another intern) were finally able to get everybody back home with simple instructions for self-care. Another three hours was spent cleaning the clinic, sterilizing the instruments, and finishing medical reports.

By the time they finally closed the clinic up for the night Audrey barely had enough energy left to grab a protein bar (she knew the chances of the beef stew they served for dinner also being contaminated were low, but she didn't want to take any chances) and take a quick shower before dragging herself back to her unit.

As soon as she pulled the sheets over her head Audrey fell asleep. It was one of those deep, dreamless sleep that only came with intense exhaustion and she was sure that nothing could wake her up-

Tap, tap, tap.

-except for some idiot tapping on her window. She waited for a moment to see if it was just her imagination, but after a few seconds it happened again. Maybe if I just ignore them they'll go away? her groggy mind hoped, but to no avail. The tapping continued, becoming more and more insistent until it was on the verge of banging.

“O-fucking-kay!” she yelled, the thick green comforter that adorned her bed flying to the floor as she pulled it off of her with more force than necessary. She didn't even bother to grab a robe as she stomped towards the door. It was late, well past curfew even, and there were only three people that would have a reason to come to her apartment at this hour, all of which had seen her in less than the skimpy tank and shorts combo that made up her sleepwear.

Audrey slapped the locking device near the door, squinting as the heavy metal slab lifted allowing the glow of the hallway in. The silhouette that stood before her was too tall and manly to be Amata and too short to be her father so that just left Butch. Before she could even open her mouth to tell him that she wasn't in the mood to play grab-ass with him, he was pushing past her into the small space that made up her office-slash-living room.

With a sigh she closed the door behind him and turned on the lights. “You do realize that it's like o-dark-thirty, righ- and oh my God that's a lot of blood!” Audrey grabbed the first aid kit from the wall before rushing over to his side.

Butch snorted, eyes following her as she pulled the first aid kit off of the wall and rushed over to him. “Is that ya professional opinion, Dr. Mosley?” his voice dripped with sarcasm as she swatted his hand away and pulled the blood sodden wife-beater away from where he had it pressed against his left brow.

She ignored the quip, choosing to focus her attention on more important things like damage assessment, something that would've been easier if the wound wasn't still leaking. God, this is why I hate head wounds, they just bleed so damn much. After applying pressure for a minute or so the blood flow finally slowed enough for her to see that it was just a simple gash, that with a few stitches, would heal up nicely. When she told Butch as much he let out a sigh of relief mixed with a groan of anticipation. The Serpent King had a hateful, yet ongoing relationship with getting sown up.

“So, who did you get into it with this time?” she asked as she began the sterilization process.

“The table,” he mumbled.

“What?” she asked, not sure she heard him right.

Butch sighed. “Ya know that Mama got the food poising too so she asked me to stay with her till she got better. Since I was there I figured I'd clean up a bit-”

“At three in the morning?”

“Well it's kinda hard to sleep when someone's pukin' their guts up seven feet away from ya,” he stated dryly.

“Point taken.”

“Anyways,” he continued with a roll of his eyes, “I tripped ova one of them damn empty bottles in tha living room and clipped my head on tha goddamn table.”

Audrey shook her head. “Damn.”

“Exactly,” he scoffed.

“Well sit on the couch and hold still,” she ordered as she threaded the needle.
*-*-*

One small dose of Med-X and five stitches later and they were through. “How hard did you hit it?” Audrey inquired as she tossed the used gauze and repacked the first aid kit.

Butch, whom had went over to the small mirror on the wall to check out her work, cut his eyes over at her. “Hard enough to need stitches apparently.”

“Don't be a smartass,” she sighed as she crossed over to him and pulled his face down so that she could shine a light into his eyes.

He jerked out of her grasp, blinking rapidly. “The fuck Drey?!”

Audrey breathed out loudly through her nose, she was sleep deprived and so not in the mood. “I need to make sure you don't have a fuckin' concussion, now come here,” she growled. Butch begrudgingly obeyed and after a few minutes and a dozen questions the intern was fairly certain that her idiot, and apparently uncoordinated, boyfriend was not concussed. “You're going to have to stay up for an hour though, just to be sure,” she told him as he flopped down onto the couch.

“But I'm fuckin' beat man!” he whined as he ran a hand through his freshly washed hair, the thick black curls enveloping his fingers. “I have to be up at like eight tomorrow and-”

“'Eight',” Audrey could feel her left eye twitch a little, “By then I will have been at work for two hours. I have to wake up in- shit! Two fucking hours. So you might as well stop your bitching, you're not getting any sympathy from me.”

The room fell quiet as pair glared at each other. “So what are we supposeta do for a whole hour then?” Butch finally sighed.

“I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm going to finish this report,” she threw over her shoulder as she sauntered over to her desk. Audrey didn't particularly feel like writing about alternative treatments for VDS, but she was awake now so she might as well be productive.

Butch pouted at her as she settled in at the little desk tucked away in the corner of the room. “What am I going to do?”

“I don't know Butch. You're a big boy, I'm sure you can find something to entertain yourself with,” Audrey replied, eyes still on the screen in front of her.

Butch sighed as he plopped down on the couch but otherwise stayed quiet; he knew better than to bother Audrey when she was working. His eyes wandered around the tiny room. There wasn't much in the way of entertainment, well not anything he would find entertaining anyway. She had a rather sizable -that would be sizable my vault standards- collection of books (mostly medical related) and comics (mostly Grognak) stacked on topmost shelves of a short bookcase, while the others were filled with framed photos and a few nicknacks. Directly across from him sat a television on a low table, though that wouldn't be of any use considering the fact that the Overseer insisted on turning off the broadcast after midnight.

Butch sighed again, this time letting his head loll over towards Audrey. She was pecking away at the computer's keyboard, brows furrowed, her bottom lip secured between her teeth as it was wont to do when she was in deep concentration. She mumbled to herself incessantly, occasionally sighing or yawning. This went on for ten minutes more before she rose and stretched. A shot of warmth went straight to Butch's groin as his eyes raked over her taut body. I think I just found something to do.

Audrey, oblivious to his plans, gave him a quick smile before walking over to the bookcase. “You don't want a book or anything?” she asked as she bent over giving her a better view of her selection and Butch a better view of her assets. “I know you must be bored stiff.”

He snorted it at her choice of phrase, mind already descended into the gutter. “Nah.”

She sighed, moving to straighten up. “Then what are you going to do?” she questioned, arms going to fold under her breasts, something that pulled the tank covering them tantalizingly low.

The left corner of Butch's mouth lifted up into that signature smirk. “Well a few things come to mind...”

“Why are you looking at me like-” she followed his line of vision down to her breasts which she had unintentionally put on display. “You have got to be kidding me. Now?”

“Why not?” he shrugged as he started towards her with a predator’s gait, reaching her in a few long strides. “There's nothing else to do, and this,” he pinned her hips to the bookcase with his own letting her feel his arousal, “will defiantly keep me awake.”

Audrey narrowed her eyes at him. Any other time she'd be more than happy to indulge him, but she was still a little peeved about being woken up and then there was that damn report that she was so close to finishing and-

“Come on babydoll, don't be that way,” he purred into her ear, voice taking on that deep, husky quality he reserved strictly for situations such as these.

Her breathing hitched at the tone, pelvis pressing into his without her permission. Oh-ho you are good buddy, but not that good. The sexy voice won't get you anywhere this time. Though her mind was strong, her body's resolve was quickly fading. She blamed that on the things Butch's hands were doing to her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank. She decided to ignore his ministrations, training her face into as bored an expression as possible, locking eyes with him. At his arched eyebrow she faked a yawn making him chuckle.

“Come on baby, don't be so cold,” he said as he brought a hand up to tilt her lips up to his.

“'M the Ice Queen, 'member?” she mumbled into the kiss.

Butch rolled his eyes at the moniker that he'd given her long ago. “Well the Butch-man knows just how to warm ya up.”

It was Audrey's turn to arch an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” Hiking her left thigh over his hip he firmly brought their cores flush to one another and began to grind into her. She felt his erection grow harder with each brush of his hips against her own. Audrey's breathing picked up and all thoughts of work and petty denial fell from her mind, but she couldn't let him know that he'd broken her that easily. So instead of moving her hips in time with his like she really wanted to, she did her best to look dispassionate- a strategy that would've been a tad more effective if her breathing wasn't so ragged.

“Are we getting warmer?” His question held a knowing edge as his lips turned up into that lop-sided smirk.

“Nuh-” her breath was momentarily taken from her as he pressed even harder into her. “Nope,” she finally managed, thought at that point she wasn't sure why she was still trying to keep up the act.

Butch stared intently at her then, eyes shining with lust as his right hand left her breast and slowly slid down past the bands of her sleep shorts and panties. She shivered as his middle and ring fingers brushed past her clit and continued down to dance around her entrance. Her back arched in anticipation, but instead of dipping the digits inside he pulled his hand out again, the moisture shining in the apartment's dim lighting serving as proof of her arousal. “It seems as if you're thawing babydoll,” he chuckled before slipping those fingers into his mouth. Audrey's eyes followed his every motion and he made quite a show of cleaning all of her juices off slowly before removing them from his mouth with a little pop. During his little display, never once did he stop grinding into her.

Their eyes locked then, with Butch smirking hard and Audrey torn between smacking that smug look off of his face and kissing him. She chose the latter. Her lips crashed against his, a moan escaping her as his tongue darted into her mouth allowing her a light taste of herself. Cocky bastard, she thought with no real heat as Butch lets out a self satisfied chuckle.

SOMEBODY took the wild wasteland perk! (This is awesome and you are awesome for writing it, a!a!)

oh my god, yes

Her hands wandered down to hook both index fingers into the band of the loose cotton pajama pants that hung from his hips and gave a little tug. Taking the hint, Butch dropped her leg and pulled away. Audrey watched him tug the pants and black Vault-Tec issued boxers down and kick them off to the side through half-lidded eyes as she did the same with her lower garments. An appreciative if lewd, smile formed as she grasped his now free cock in one lithe hand, sliding upwards until it was around the head. Butch let out a hiss as her hand slid back down just enough for her thumb to rub back and forth over the bundle of nerves on its underside.

After a few seconds he placed a hand on top of hers, stilling her motions. “I doubt you want this to be over before it starts babydoll,” he murmured, icy eyes taking on a more sapphire hue as he moved her hand up to his shoulder.

Before Audrey could come up with a witty retort -though she wasn't sure how witty she could be with most of her blood having decided to take a vacation down to her neither regions- Butch was grabbing her by the back of her thighs and hoisting her upwards. She let out a startled yelp as her feet left the ground. Butch laughed as he moved off to the side so that her back was now against the wall next to the bookcase. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Ass. Hole.”

“You. Love. It,” he gave back in kind, pinching her rear with each word. She snorted, but denied nothing as she moved her legs to wrap around his waist.

No further comments were made as Butch brought his right hand down to position himself at her entrance. In one smooth motion he pushed himself into her, while his left hand pulled her down to meet him. They moaned at the sensation of filling and being filled. Butch set a surprisingly slow pace as he let his head rest in the crook of Audrey's neck; lips and teeth and tongue sucking, nipping, and soothing the sensitive skin there.

Audrey braced her right hand on his shoulder while the other ran through his thick black hair, fingers gripping at the unstyled curls as he hit that spot that made her breathe his name. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper in an attempt to recreate that effect. Butch was more than happy to oblige, hands going to her hips to pull her down to meet his every thrust while his lips slanted themselves over hers to swallow her every pleasured mewl. Audrey knew that she'd have bruises from his borderline painful grip, but figured it was a fair trade for the stinging marks her nails were sure to be leaving in his shoulders.

A familiar heat began to build in both of their cores as thrusts and breaths came faster and faster until that heat, that wonderful, delicious heat pooled over and spread throughout their bodies. They stayed connected for a moment with each catching their breath as Butch supported them both on trembling limbs. When she trusted her legs enough to hold her up, Audrey unlatched herself from him, giving him one last kiss before letting go. Butch stumbled over to the couch and collapsed, eyes closing as a self satisfied grin pulled at his lips. Just as he was about to slip into sleep's welcoming embrace Audrey spoke.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, not sure of what she said.

“I said it still hasn't been an hour yet. You have another thirty minutes to go.”

“Oh come on Drey! 'm tired!” he whined, eyes shut tight in protest. “How do ya think ya gonna keep me awake after that?”

“Weeeell,” a tank top landing on his head finally prompted his eyes to open, “a few things come to mind.”

Butch pulled the soft, white cloth from his face as Audrey sauntered up to him. She straddled his lap, leaning down to trace the shell of his ear with her tongue as his hands went back to her hips. “Thirty minutes, you said?”

A/N: Sorry bout that numbering fail (and any grammar errors), I'm sleepy lol. Butch and Audrey return!... Again!... yay? I've had the writer's block from hell, but it seems to be lifting so hopefully I'll be able to fill more of these lovely prompts. Anyways! I hope this is was to your liking OP. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go pass out now. Toodles!

OP here.
May or may not be resisting the urge to cry because this is so beautiful already and just... You are wonderful, author!anon.

Random passerby falls out of her chair---an Audrey/Butch fill? Hell yes and moar please!

I loved it! I had a shitty day and this just about made up for it. <3

Yeah, I went there. One of the companions gets turned into a ghoul. How do they deal with it? How did it happen? Please tell me!

Sorry you had a shitty day anon, but I'm glad my story helped to make up for it!

And there will indeed be moar! ...hopefully sooner rather than later.

Anyways! Thanks for reading/taking the time to comment ^.^

This needs more love and respect. I AM HERE TO GIVE YOU THAT LOVE AND RESPECT <3 I've honestly never laughed so hard at something so short on FKM. You have literally packed so much awesomeness into each word, that if this was a full length post (or chaptered fill) my face would first become numb from smiling, then possibly explode from delight.

This. This should happen. I love me some Darcy!Vulpes.

This prompt pleases me...

Moriarty is the only one who knows by just setting his eye on him.

"I thought James had a daughter" he says, smirking coyly.

"He didn't he had a son that was female" he wants to reply to spit it in his face but he just looks down and shuffles. Moriarty grabs him by the chin and promises to keep it secret with a payment of 400 caps. He doesn't like the way he says "Protection" or how he warns that people "Might take advantage of him". He doesn't want him to keep staring at him, looking for filled out hips or even the slightest curve of breasts against his chest.

He shoved the bag of caps (all he has) and sells some raider treasures to get enough to last him 'til at least DC.

Sarah Lyons laughs at his voice when it chirps upwards but she stops laughing when he breaks the legs of the Supermutant that charges them.

When he gets to Threedog he finds out he's a hero, and he doesn't even know. He spends an hour listening to the pre-recorded news, "Vault 101 opens" "Raiders taken down in Springvale" "Moira Brown's dreambook to be printed soon all thanks to the Lone Wanderer".

Three Dog leans back in his fancy spinny chair and hands him a bottle of whiskey, asks him about himself. Could be good for an interview. He learns some things.

1. There's no one in his life right now, but there sure are a lot of pretty girls in the wasteland.
2. His rolemodel is his dad for his acceptance and love, but also his firmness and his take-no-bullshit attitude.
3. He's a late bloomer and dreams of having a beard cool as his dads.

One of these is a half-truth.

When he's all settled into a room he worries. What if someone comes in and sees him without the compressor? What if someone has to wake him up in a hurry and he won't let him have the time to put it on? What if---

Snap.

His eyes widen and he looks to his left shoulder.

The strap broke. His mind goes through a thousand terrible thoughts but he realizes he's okay at sewing, he can fix it....

"Three Dog, you got a needle and thread?" He asks to him while he's staying up, fiddling with records and buttons.

"Yeah, it's in the backroom in the toolbox." He doesn't even look up.

"Can you bring it to me?"

Three Dog looks up. "Look, kid, much as I like you, I'm busy, and your legs work."

He looks down and shuffles. "I'm sorry." His voice is quiet and low and feminine and Three Dog stares.

"You ok?" Three Dog stands up and starts to walk towards him nononono what if he sees. "Sorry, haven't slept in 48 hours cus of all the fucking explosions."

"It's..." No way out no way out nowayout nowayoutnowayoutnowayout

"You promise not to tell?" What if he does what if he says THE LONE WANDERERS A GIRL on the radio what if what if

He looks surprised for a second but just nods.

James Jr steps out and theres the body of a Cathy that he sees a million reasons to hide but he doesn't, just sheepishly holds out the binder and says "It broke".

Thee Dog just grabs the binder and he can see the gears clicking in his head and 1-2-3 "Ah. No prob. I think we got some in the med bay, lemme just get you a new one."

"What." He feels tears coming up and swallows them back.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. Sorry for being an asshole. If I knew I wouldn't have been like that."

Three Dog leaves and comes back in a few minutes with a brand new white binder that didn't even smell 200-something years old.

He lifts it on over himself and it fits perfectly, maybe even better than the old one.

He comes back out of his room and Threedog's still fiddling at the records. "Should I have told you?"

"What? No, did you want too?"

James Jr shakes his head. "I don't know much about this."

Three Dog murmurs something like "poor sheltered bastard". He flinches.

"Ok. First things first, got you something." He opens up a drawer and tosses a bottle of pills at his feet. He picks them up and examines the label.

"Is this buffout? My dad said you shouldn't take it." Three Dog laughs.

"Tell that to a million raiders." he turns to the clueless boy and looks serious. "Alright, listen carefully. Half a pill a day. Not 3, not the whole bottle, not one because you forgot the other day. Half a pill. It's basically straight testerone. It'll beef you up and put some hair on your chin."

He looks and stares at the bottle in his hand and suddenly he's filled with so many questions. Will it make him taller? More muscular? Deepen his voice?

"And, uh. Don't bother him until you've been on it for a while, but--" He turns back to the desk and scribbles a name on a corner of paper. He hands the paper over and on it in the shitty, self-taught handwriting is the name "Horace Pinkerton".

"Only guy I know that can do extensive shit like that. Ask around for him when you reach Rivet City." Threedog goes back to the records and examines one closely.

He swallows hard and clenches the bottle in his hand. "Why are you helping me?"

He looks up. "Huh?"

"Why are you helping me?" he repeats, louder and a little more urgent. Three Dog sighs again and flicks a piece of dirt out of the record's ridge.

"I gotta help people, don't I? Fighting the good fight and all."

He doesn't say anything else. He takes the pills and goes to bed with a smile.

Holy crap anon, such genius. I wondered about Pinkerton and how he might be able to do sex reassignment too - oh god I want more!

Buffout as testosterone... that actually makes a lot of sense. Also I can't help but wonder how many transgendered people Threedog has met to know all this... or if his experience is more personal.
Anyway! Much love for this!

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

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A Few Things Come to Mind (1/4)

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