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

The battle for Hoover Dam just got... kinky. :D Also, I'm super excited to see this filled! Fifthed! (if above anons second-third-and fourth count!)

I really like this. It was an unexpected angle, actually, and an interesting one at that. Hope to see you continue, A!A.

Jesus christ I just spent the last hour hunting down that fic so I could save it this time and then I see this prompt. All of my fucking love if there was a sequel to this.

Bah! Not the puppy dog eyes! Must. Resist. Can't. Damn. Lol, sure if you want to read it I might be able to whip something up! But I have to tend to my main fill and a couple of wips first, but after that I'll see what I can do :]

Why thank ya kindly :] I always thought that life in the Vault would be odd, especially with the whole G.O.A.T. assigned job thing. The mothereffin' G.O.A.T. man, potentially ruining lives, one bizarre question at a time lol.

Thanks for reading!

Aww, shucks, for honest? Lol. Every time I write about Freddie it ends up coming out all cute and junk for some reason, dk why *shrugs*

Thanks for reading!

I used to work at a porn store, and lost my shame somewhere in the discount dildo rack.
Idk if it's because it 5 in the am and I've not gotten that much sleep in damn near 2 days or what, but that made me lmao. Anyways!

*random anon screams with joy* Oh God YES! I loved that story, a prequel would be so awesome. My roommie would also like to see this happen, but she's so shy about these types of things so she just uses my account or reads over my shoulder when she thinks I'm no looking hehe...

Jimmy felt like he was drunk when he stumbled after the tall, blonde and handsome stranger, barely aware of his surroundings. The two women trailed after them, both alert and silent, but no one ever followed them. He had a hard time remaining focussed on walking and he hardly believed his luck.
On their way to Freeside they were ambushed by a pair of fiends, and if Jimmy had needed any more proof of it that he had been sent an angel, he would have received it then, when Arcade resolutely pushed him behind his back, standing protectively before him as he fired his gun and turned one of the fiends coming for them into a sorry little puddle of green slime.

They entered the gate of Freeside shortly after that, further remaining unmolested. Jimmy stuck close to his angel, but none of the people looking at them made a move for them, no one knew he had been a slave and was on the run, and no one seemed to care about them one way or another.
Still, he was strangely relieved when the gates of the Fort closed behind him and his saviour said that he was safe now and looking up at the taller man, Jimmy felt close to tears again.

“Arcade!” Julie hurried over and smiled. “The last caravan had some books I bought, I’m sure they’re useful to you and your research.” Then she noticed Stella and Veronica and smiled at them, too. “I see you picked up another travelling companion, Stella.”
Stella laughed. “That’s not mine, Julie. Arcade picked that one up in Westside.”
Julie blinked a few times and looked at Arcade again who put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “It’s kind of a long story, Julie. But Jimmy here was a Legion slave, but after managing to escape ran out of luck, so I told him we could help him.”
“Sure”, Julie replied and gave Jimmy a warm, welcoming smile. “Where did you find him?”
“Ah... we... we found him at Pretty Sarah’s and...”
“What were you doing at Pretty Sarah’s?” Julie crossed her arms.
“I wanted to stand him a round to get some hair down”, Stella fell in. “Don’t glare daggers at the poor man.”
Shaking her head Julie uncrossed her arms and now addressed Jimmy. “It’s a common enough story, and I’m glad you had better luck than most. Arcade’s right, we can help you; just don’t expect any magic from us. It’s a long way you have to walk, but you made the first and most important step. Not to mention the hardest, too.” Then she patted his arm. “Are you hungry?”
Jimmy could only nod and followed Julie into a tent when she beckoned him. She made him sit down and supplied him with some brahmin jerky, bread and milk before leaving the tent again and as Jimmy tried not to devour the food like a wild animal he watched her talk with his saviour in what seemed to be urgent, low voices.
Arcade. He finally had a name for him.
Though he couldn’t hear what they were saying he knew it had to be something serious; he saw Julie gesticulate and elaborate while Arcade nodded and nodded again, answering only sparsely.

Not long after Jimmy had finished his plate full of food, Arcade entered the tent and sat down on the chair beside him. He looked a little strained.
“I’m glad we made it this far”, Arcade said and looked at his hands for a moment. “But from here, you’ll have to go without me. We’ll send you to the Boneyard, our headquarters, with the next caravan, where you’ll get help, education, everything you’ll need that we can’t give to you here.”
Jimmy found the pleasant feeling of food in his stomach turn into a lump of ice. “You’re not coming with me.” It wasn’t a question, and he hadn’t sounded it as one.
Arcade only shook his head. “No, I can’t. But that doesn’t mean we’ll never see each other again. You can come back, if you like.”
They silently stared at each other for a long moment.

Finally Jimmy nodded silently and lowered his eyes again. “I would be content with staying here.”
“And therein lies the danger”, Arcade gave back, his voice sounding strangely sharp. “Believe me, you’ll see the wisdom in this come time.”
Jimmy nodded again and didn’t look up when Arcade left the chair and then the tent. He was being sent away, and he couldn’t see any wisdom in it when the only thing he wanted was to stay with his rescuer, the only person in the whole world he had found he could trust. Why he thought it wise was beyond him, but if Arcade said it was better, then it had to be. He wiped a hand across his burning eyes and realised that this was his last chance at making something of his life, and he’d better take it and put it to good use.

“You were right, of course”, Arcade said in a low voice to Julie once he had reached her. “He is already trying to latch on to me.”
Julie patted his arm. “I’ve seen this far too often not to recognise it.”
Stella, who had been within earshot, joined them and admitted curiosity. “Why is it better for him to be sent away?”
“Because of his... I don’t know how to describe it” Julie took a deep breath. “His mental condition? He is, or was, a slave, but he doesn’t know how to be independent. Slaves freed by a single person usually latch on to that person out of helplessness and desperation, and even if that person is a better one than the master of a slave, that still doesn’t help the slave to become truly free.”
Stella nodded in understanding. “So he has to be away from Arcade, not from the area.”
“Being further away from the Legion certainly does no harm”, Arcade replied, a deep furrow on his forehead. “But on principle, yes.”
Stella and Julie exchanged a glance upon seeing Arcade’s facial expression and Stella put a hand on his arm. “You seem pretty attached to that guy yourself, Arc. I mean... no offence meant, but you’ve barely known him for an hour or so.”
Arcade shrugged and adjusted his glasses. “Call me a fool.”
Stella shook her head with a soft smile and gave him a small hug. “Come on”, she said. “I got lots of stuff to do I could use your help with. I guess it’s better if you’re not here when he leaves.”
“It is”, Arcade replied, shaking his head. “Lead the way.”

Julie watched them go with a sigh. She couldn’t have guessed that Arcade would be a man to fall in love at first sight, but maybe that would resolve itself, too. Pity and compassion could to strange things to a heart and mind and the distance between the two wouldn’t only be better for Jimmy.

The caravan left three days later, when Arcade was helping Stella wipe Cottonwood Cove from the map. When he returned and was informed that the caravan – and with it, Jimmy – had already left, he knew it was better like that, but he couldn’t help the cold, heavy feeling in his heart and didn’t try to fight it. With drooping shoulders he vanished into his research tent, buried his nose into his notes and books, and tried to forget the world.

When Julie brought him a coffee later that evening she found him slumped over the table with his face buried into his forearms. With a sigh she put the cup down to put her hands onto his shoulders.
She could feel them tremble under the strain of fighting back tears and shaking her head with a sad smile she ran her hands through Arcade’s hair until he finally lifted his head and wiped the back of his hand across his face.
“Give it some time”, Julie said softly. “You could go after him.”
“What for?” His voice was thick with swallowed tears. “It’ll be for the best of he never sees me again.”
Julie closed her arms around him and Arcade leaned his head back against her shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Drink to That" A!A here saying I will try to fill this soon. And I will try not to burst into flames from blushing too hard.

So I was reading J E Sawyers formspring thingie when I came across a post about how Joshua Graham came to be (http://www.formspring.me/JESawyer/q/198360798886650379). One little thing that piqued my interest was that the stitches on his sleeves are Dead Horse tribal patterns. And I was thinking who would do that for him and LO!

So Joshua's shirt get damaged somehow, probably as a result of him doing something fucking badass, like pistol whipping a giant radscorpion. Follows Chalk, loving Joshua as he does, decides to make a nice gesture by mending his shirt for him. But he gets a little too into it and perfectly tailors it and add those designs before giving it to Joshua.

Cue Joshua being touched/confused/worried/all the mushy feelings about how much effort Follows put into his shirt and gladly wears it for him. Extra bonus points if those tribal markings mean something important.

(99% of my prompts involve Joshie I regret nothing. Also if anyone has found a sweet Joshie fic outside the kinkmeme LET ME KNOW PLZ)

Easy. Veronica = Rarity (Because of the love of dresses.)

Cass = AJ (Because of the hat and the accent. I know in-game Cass doesn't have one, but I SWEAR to you, in my head she sounds just like Applejack.)

Arcade can be Fluttershy. (Picture him chasing around a bunch of frightened Elvis-impersonators instead of cute animals, and screaming "You're all going to love me!")

And uh... Boone can be Spike. Just because.

Don't judge me.

After the events of Broken Steel, it's obvious that Sarah Lyons has some feelings for the lone wanderer. And she's always so excited to see you as well, asking you to come talk with her.

I would love to see Paladin Tristan (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Tristan) (because he's amazing and pretty damn hot, imo) notice Sarah's reaction to the Wanderer and bring it up. Maybe he teases her, maybe he encourages her to make a move, but I want him to notice it and speak about it with her. Somehow, anyhow (maybe he has a thing for the LW too, and the two of them agree to seduce her together?), this turns into a threesome.

Imagine a F!LW sandwiched between the two of them; maybe Tristan's fucking her while she and Sarah are kissing and engaging in some breast play? IDK ANONS, JUST HOT BROTHERHOOD PORN.

Oh, I love it. So sweet! I've been longing to see some love for Freddie on the meme. Well done!

The silence at the citadel was deafening.
They all stood in formation waiting for the signal.
Each could only stare at the large obstacles and force fields before them.

Charon felt a small hand slip into his and squeeze.
"Stay near me Smoothskin."
"I have your back." Janet looked up at him and smiled.
The battle only allowed for this one moment.
To stare and grip a hand.
Then the silence was broken.

BETTER DEAD THAN RED.

The crowd rushed forward with a roar.
Janet, Charon and Lyons Pride leading.
Cars exploded. Vertibirds fell. Explosions rung out.
Charon could hardly hear himself shout as he shoved his boot into a Enclave soldiers neck.
Janet had danced her way over a car spinning gracefully as she flung a knife through a helmet.
The soldier went to grab her leg but was promptly kicked down by Charon, who unloaded his shotgun into his face.
The group raced forward reclaiming the road to the memorial.

Janet was tackled at the memorial.
She reached for her knife but the head that lacked the enclave helmet suddenly exploded.
She reached for Charon who looked equally as confused.
Her eyes followed the bullets trail.
Rivet City.
A crowd had gathered on the deck.
Someone had used a sniper rifle.

Janet grinned and it was noticed through Butch's scope.

The memorial was fairly easy to claim back.
The Enclave had positioned themselves in small areas, so all Charon had to do was throw some well aimed grenades.
After that Autumn was taken out.
Bluntly with Janet's knife.

She threw her arms around Charon when it was all over.
"We did it!"
"Are you okay ?""
Janet moved her arms and legs only wincing slightly at the left leg.
"I'll live" she smiled.
"Me too."
Charon kissed her passionately and care free. Finally rid of the Enclave burden with Janet still alive.
"I love you."
Charon froze at the words then smiled widely.
"As I love you smoothskin."
No sooner had the words left his mouth a klaxon blared.

Both whipped around to see Sarah on top of the steps.
"It's been sabotaged !"
"What do you mean?" Janet screamed.
"It's going to blow unless someone starts it up."
"I'll do it."
"Whoever goes in there isn't coming back out. There's too much radiation." Sarah's face was filled with horror and Janets joined her.
Both froze.
"I'll do it."
Janet turned to look at Charon.
"No. No no no no ! You can't."
"You will die."
"You will go feral !"
Charon frowned "We don't know that for sure. But we know that if you go you will not be surviving. I will."

Janet thought it through. Her mind was screaming in protest but she rarely had time to think wih Madison shouting on the intercom.
"If you leave me alone in this fucking wasteland I will kill you."
Her face was furious and filled with determination.
Charon laughed with logic.
"Why would I leave you. I'm pretty sure you owe me something after surving that battle."
Janet smirked through her anger.
"You still have to tell me your story."
"And I will. First I have to do this."
Janet nodded, grabbing his face and kissing him furiously.
He climbed the stairs with her following and the glass shut between them.
"216 !" she screamed through the glass.
"Alpha and Omega ?"
She nodded with a small smile although tears fell down.
"Hurry."
He did and then it was over.
.

You are being very rude you know."
Charons eyes shot open. He was sitting on a bench in a metro station.
It was very crowded and in pristine condition.
The crowd was dressed in suits and dressed with groomed hair and faces.
This was before the bombs.
He turned to face the voice.
A middle aged woman in a floaty white dress.
She had wavy brown hair and familiar eyes.
"I don't understand." Charon spoke.
Fear struck him as he heard his voice. Smooth. Unchanged.
He held up his hand to find it was the same.
Skin covered the entire surface with light hair across the forearm. He brought his hand to his head to find the thick auburn hair he was once accustomed to.
"My daughter is trying her hardest to bring you back but yet here you are."
"Janet ? Where is Janet ?"
Charon stood from the seat towering the petite female.
"I told you. She is bringing you back."
Then it clicked.
"Catherine ?"
The woman smiled a wonderful warm smile.
"Hello."
"How do I get back?"
"Janet."
"How ?"
"She is bringing you back. So follow her."
She pointed into the crowd and he spotted her.
Her hair was pinned up and she looked radiant.
She smiled and held out her hand.
Catherine paused him.
"Just so you know. She is bringing you back from death. This will be very painful and I'm sorry."
He went to ask her what she meant but she was gone.
Entering a train with James at the corner of his eye.
James nodded before heading in.

He faced Janet once more who beckoned him forward.
She turned on her heels and began fighting against the crowd.
He followed.
"Don't you dare give up on me !" she screamed.
No one in the crowd turned at her voice oblivious to it.
He walked forward a step before the pain took over him.
Someone had grabbed his arm.
And took skin.
He kept walking, not out of choice.
"You promised !" she screamed again.
More hands reached out pulling at his skin. Tearing, exposing muscle.
Janet continued to walk on not turning back and he could do nothing but follow.
Hands with knifes reached out and stabbed.
Familiar places with familiar scars.
He was being returned to his previous state.
Bullet wounds began to form burn and scar over.
A hand grabbed a tuff of hair followed by one and another.
It was agonising.
He screamed out loudly in pain as more of his skin was ripped off.
"HES ALIVE." he heard a voice shout. It was echoed off each wall.
Unsure of the origin.
Janet now stood at he top of escalator holding out her arms.
"COME ON!" she screamed.
He ran up them clutching her close with torn skin and clothes.
He closed his eyes to breathe in her scent.

"There you are."
He opened them to find himself in a faded room.
He looked up to to find himself in Janet's arms.
Blood covered her and tears fell freely.

"Don't you ever leave me again" she panted.

And that's how Charon found himself serving a lifetime with his mistress. The last one he ever had. The one with the beautiful smile and the rare curves. The one he loved

I have always thought this !!!
Dude they are so at it !

I was working on a retexture for Rex today and I thought back to my ghost in the machine prompt. Then I started wondering about Rex being back in Denver before the bombs fell and him being chosen to enter their cyberdog program.

How was it? How did Rex transition from being a regular police dog to becoming one of their special cybernetic units? Think of all the things he's seen in his life.

Yesssssss. That was great.

But I still think we need either a)More fills or b)More promps with Aurelius of Phoenix. Man, centurions are hot!

Aww, dammit. They are now a True Pairing in my head. And if this isn't filled with the most heart-melting fluffness ever, I may give it a shot myself.

Dammit, I still haven't played Dead Money, but I've got a HUGE gas mask fetish. Can't wait to play it. And I hope somebody fills this by the time I do so!

I imagine Arcade as more of a Twilight Sparkle because of his know-it-all attitude...

Also, Grandma Lily is Pinkie Pie and Rex as Gummie... Do not try to avoid Rexie's after birthday party...

Well, it was my birthday, like, several months ago.

Hope you do something, A!A.

Okay...

This is amazing, anon! If you don't mind I'm going to print this out and rub it all over my face.

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

Re: M!courier/Ghost People, BDSM, heavy rubber, crack

Re: F!Courier + Companions -- The Mojave's A Free Bitch, Baby [1b/?]

Re: Acrade/M!Courier/Cass

A!A here...

A!A here...

A!A here...

Re: Bwah? -the writer

You're the best that ever happened to me 3a/?

You're the best that ever happened to me 3b/?

Re: Acrade/M!Courier/Cass

Joshua Graham + Follows Chalk

Re: Crossover crack: MLP:FIM

Sarah Lyons/F!LW/Paladin Tristan

Re: Order Up (3/3)

Curves (9a/9)

Curves (9b/9)

Re: Barrett/Murphy

Rex Getting Cyberdog'd

Re: Caress (6)

Re: Follows-Chalk/10 of Spades

Re: M!courier/Ghost People, BDSM, heavy rubber, crack

Re: Crossover crack: MLP:FIM

Re: Follows-Chalk/10 of Spades

Re: Lady Gaga F!Courier

Re: F!Courier + Companions -- The Mojave's A Free Bitch, Baby [1b/?] OP IS IN LOOOOOVE