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

You know, when I read the prompt i was all WTF and couldn't for the life of me imagine why the everliving fuck Boone would willingly utilize a robot prostitute.

Then you come along and write it, and it's totally plausible and logical and couldn't have been any other way and it was even, in an odd, disturbing way, a little arousing.

My hat is off to you.

Pairing: Vulpes/f!courier
kink: bad sex
additional tags: het, completed, microfill
Summary: Sex with Vulpes is a disappointment for the courier.

Minerva had planned to seduce Vulpes Inculta the first moment she saw him. Something about the way he'd talked about punishing the disgusting wasteland profligates in Nipton really got her juices flowing; someone that ruthless, that good at slaughtering the wicked, had to be one hell of an animal in the sack. Every night she'd fantasized about the mindless, animalistic ways he'd take her when she finally wore him down.

The scenario that actually occurred after the battle for the dam was won, oddly enough, had never once crossed her lust filled mind.

Minerva could have been wrong but she was pretty sure Vulpes wasn't rubbing her clitoris. She grimaced as he increased his pace. Nope, that was definitely not her clitoris and the friction was definitely going to leave a bruise. She tried to guide his fingers to the right spot but he pulled back as though he'd been burned.

“I can do this,” he insisted.

Rubbing fierce circles on her inner thigh did nothing for her no matter how much she wanted the opposite to be true. The same smug, arrogant attitude that had soaked her knickers through was rapidly drying her up---and if the size of his tunnel snake was any hint at what was to come, that was going to be problematic.

“It'll be more fun for both of us if you let me help you,” she said.

If looks could kill, she would have died right there. Was she imagining things or was he actually getting softer at the prospect of a little assistance? Yep, his dick was suddenly at half mast and rapidly shrinking. Great. Just what she needed, the one man in the Wasteland who didn't want to lay back and let her do all the work.

His dick may have gone soft but the rest of him was as tense as she'd ever seen him.

“I think this was a mistake,” he said, “I'm too tired after all.”

“Will you calm the fuck down? Most guys would be happy for a little help.”

“I hardly think I need your help, Profligate,” he snapped, “I'm more than capable of bringing a woman to orgasm.”

“No one said you weren't.”

She tried to reach for him, to at least coax him into letting her do something productive (sucking his bad boy of a cock sprang to mind) but it was too late. He was already yanking his uniform back on and storming out into the night air. So much for that.

She pulled on the tattered remnants of her shirt and cargo pants---he hadn't bothered to patiently remove them, rather, he'd ripped the shirt off like it was an old plastic wrapper and she was a tasty fancy lads snack cake. If only he'd been able to follow through with that promise...she wondered if it was too late to track down Lucius.

omg MOAR! For the love of all things Fallout, moaaaaaaaarrrrrr

Hey.

I've got this one. Leave it to me. *cracks the ol' writing knuckles*
..as if knuckles can write.
Still. I got this one. This one is allllll in the bag, baby. I shall post asap here. I'm talkin' Jericho, FLW, Creel - and about a half dozen horned up Raiders.
How's that sound? Good? Yay? Nay?

SQUEE!!!! I can't wait to read what you got!

*slow clap*

I'll try to fill this as best I can, though this is my first fill I am more of a lurker.

I am a lurker I admit but I am going to take a shot and fill this one, though this is my first fill.

PFFFFFTTT

OP IS SO MOTHERFUCKING PLEASED!

lololololol oh it's beautiful and hilarious and perfection.

tags: het, vulpes, F!Courier, Veronica, Lucullus
summary: Vulpes has the smelliest balls.

“Oh my God, Vulpes. Does the Legion not believe in hygiene?”

Vulpes growled and yanked the Courier’s head forward by her hair, thrusting his cock into her open mouth. She choked and screamed. A swift twist of his balls sent him flying back to the bed.

“Fuck you, wolf-boy! Get your smelly little dick away from me!”

In a moment her thoughts replayed her tour of Fortification Hill. She hadn’t seen any bathing areas, buckets of water, soap.

He reached for his knife. She scrambled back away from his grasp before power stomping his dick.

He gritted against a wail of piercing and body-spasming pain.

“I tried to warn you.”

Veronica sighed at the gagging courier, guiding her by the elbow to the exit.

“I couldn’t help it! Something about his voice, I suppose. Oh my god, I can still taste it. It’s still in my mouth.”

The Courier wiped her tongue with her sleeve while Veronica giggled nervously at the perking ears of the nearby soldiers.

“I mean, it was like he’d ran a marathon and rubbed gecko carcass on his johnson.”

Dots were connected as legionaries and slaves saw Vulpes groaningly stumble from his tent.

“—Oh! And also before running the marathon, he ate a bunch of spicy food.”

“Shitshitshit. Walk faster,” Veronica whispered.

“What? Why? He needs to know this.”

The Courier turned to address the crowd near the gate.

“You all do! Wash your fucking genitals, people! At least profligates know how to keep their junk clean!”

Veronica snatched the Courier away and dragged her down the hill to Cursor Lucullus before Vulpes gained his strength again to strike her.

Lucullus, oblivious to the commotion, helped the two sunburned women aboard the raft.

“So Lukey, you’re surrounded by water a lot. How often do you wash your balls?”

ABOVE AND BEYOND, a!a, oh my god. The imagery and descriptions were all unbelieveably GORGEOUS, and I am just in love with your writing, holy cow.

second for germaphobes

Six ran as fast as her feet could take her. God dammit why did she tell Boone to wait.

"It's killing time."

No it's fucking not she thought and increased her pace. She felt a woosh of air behind her, someone grabbed her hair and pulled. She fell hard to the ground, winded. She gasped for breathe and tugged at her armour to grab her knife. She then saw it. Five feet away. Fuck.
A powder ganger had then straddled her knees and began tugging at her trousers.

"Get off me you bastard !" she screamed and attempted to throw a punch. Her hand was got by another one of the swines and pushed against the ground. This one began pulling at her shirt buttons.

"What's wrong girly don't you want to play ?"

She spat up at him and jerked her body to try get a limb free. She was promptly slapped across the face. She screamed in anger and tried to reach her knife. The powder ganger on her knees noticed this and picked it up.

"Handy." he whispered as he slid the blade down her cheek. He tore at her top till eventually her breasts were free.
"Bastard!" she screamed again and head butted the other powder ganger who had tried to kiss her.

The other one brought out his member from his trousers and crawled up six.
"If you put that anywhere near me I will fucking bite it off."
He laughed harshly but it was cut short by a choked splutter and Six felt a dampness across her bare chest.
She peeked down and noticed a spear that had suddenly appeared through the powder gangers chest.
Fuck legion, that was all she needed.
The other powder hanger attempted to run but was met by the same fate. He hadnt even gotten two steps away before his legs burst from the sharp stick.

Six attempted to grab at her scattered clothes.

"Well if I had known it was you I might have left these degenerates to their fun."

Great Vulpes fucking Inculta. "Nice to see you look like a woman."
His eyes leered at her chest.
"You too." she smirked as she took in his 'skirt'.
Vulpes scowled.
"No your place profligate I could have easily left you to the dogs."
"Thanks for that. Really."

She stood and covered herself modestly. Vulpes nodded and turned, heading in the other direction.

"Wait ! Where are you going ?"
"I don't have time to sit and babysit you."
"What could you possibly have to do."
"I am head of the Frumentarius woman. Trust me I have things to do."
"Like rape and pillage ?"
"Would you like if I started with you?" he said sinisterly.
"I get it! I'm going now !"
He continued to walk away till Six could no longer see him.
"Dick." she stated and gave the landscape around her the finger.

I FRAKKIN LOVE THIS! :DDDD I also totally the idea of Vulpes patrolling the wasteland like he's Batman (except he's not too goody goody to kill a few rapists now and then).

absolutely fucking wonderful

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted OP!

Characters: Female Lone Wanderer, Vance
Kinks: Infidelity? maybe.
Relationship: Het
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She had caught Vance's eye the first day they met. Even with his wife in the same room as them, the urge to take the lone wanderer was far too strong to suppress. It wasn't long after her first trip to Meresti that their relationship grew from business to romance. Either no one noticed or no one cared that she came by as often as she did for 'personal training'. Something that did start out as vampiric training and turned into a heated love affair. He had grown so accustom to her that when her appearances took longer than normal, he became anxious.

Vance looked up from the table he was sitting on when the clicking of high heels echoed throughout the tunnels. There was only one dame was crazy enough to sport three inch pumps while killing mirelurkes and taking names. A smile stretched across Vance's face as her bubbly face lit up the eroded train station. She walked over to where Vance was seated and smirked at him.

"Ready for more training?"

He nodded and rose from his seat, leaving the family downstairs as he watched the teenager strut before him. She nodded subtly towards the room that once held Ian, not waiting for a response from him.

She slipped out of her shoes and unbuttoned the pink dress that clung to her chest. Skimming down to nothing except the lacy black panties she spent so long to find. She could feel Vance behind her.

Words were not needed for them.

She teasingly pushed the fabric down her hips before tossing them off to the side, knowing Vance liked to see her do it. She hopped up onto the edge of the mattress. Vance locked the doors behind him, not taking a chance on someone walking in on them. Eyes not leaving hers even as his hands worked at the belt looped around his waist.

They never talked about it.

She smiled up at him as she spread her thighs apart. Angling her hips up from the mattress, putting herself on display for his hungry eyes. He yanked the zipper down before finally freeing himself, not bothering to take the rest of his clothing off. Calloused hands slid under her legs and pulled her flush against him.

Not even while in the act.

Impatient, she reached down to grab him, squeezing his girth slightly to get a pleased groan from him as she pushed him forward. She rubbed the tip against herself before pushing her hips forward and taking in the head of his member. She stifled a sigh and closed her eyes at the sensation. Concentrating on the feeling of it as Vance thrust the rest of the way into her.

Words were a waste of time.

They didn't pause to adjust or savor it, not while time was still so limited and the risks of being caught were so high. She wrapped her legs around Vance as he accelerated his pace, fucking her in a desperate, almost savage way. He angled her hips higher, moving until she started to gasp and mewl under his hand. She placed one arm around his neck for support and the other went between them to rub her throbbing clit.

They had already said everything that needed to be stated.

Vance was groaning deeply, eyes darker than ever as he stared down at her withering form. Screams and moan desperately tried to escape from the confines of her throat. Between Vance's harsh rhythm and her own nimble fingers working her over, pleasure built up quickly. She felt her end approaching and locked eye with Vance, her inner muscles clenching around his cock and her legs beginning to shake. She could feel his steady pace lessen and become erratic.

Words only would have ruined it.

Each thrust pushed her closer and she quickened the pace of her hand to match. Her gasps echoed off the small room, mingling in with Vance's own moans. She couldn't hold back a louder moan when her climax hit. Vance shuddered over her and thrust in one last time before going still and muffling his final groans against her neck.

So they didn't talk about it. Or even say a word about it.

She ignored the awkward angle her back was in, instead she focused on enjoying Vance's weight pressed against her and the rare moments they could just hold each other without worry over it. Unwillingly, he pulled back, pulling out of her and put his pants back on. After lingering on the mattress for a while longer, she sighed and slid off the mattress to reapply her own clothing.

The silence and heated glares said enough for them both.

Vance stopped her before she could leave, pulling her away from the metal door and into a kiss. It was gentle and the only thing left in the wastes that could help her forget the imminent danger that lied out side the confines of this underground home, that momentarily took the pain of not being able to find her father away, replacing pain with a feeling of comfort and familiarity.

They pulled back and walked back hand in hand until the other would be able to see. She left with a smile, unable to bare the though of waiting another two weeks to see the man that made her feel whole again.

Characters: F!Courier, Benny, Swank, Tommy Torini, extra chairmen
Kinks: Group sex, cumplay
Relationship: Het
Summary: The courier gets bored and plays with the chairmen.

Wednesday. For as lively and exciting as the strip can be on the weekends, Wednesdays were always dead. The only people at bars were the regular drunks and it was always the day the whores at Gomorrah were busy with other things. I big waste of a good day.
After finishing off House and the Legion moving closer, the courier couldn't stand the ideal of waddling around the old casino all day.

She walked over to The Tops, hoping to burn some of this building anxiety from the upcoming battle, but was sorely mistaken when she was faced with empty seats and bored receptionists. The courier strode past the blackjack tables and into the presidential. As she was headed towards the bar for her share of free liquor, cheers from the board room broke through the silence. Curiously, she wandered past the oak door and found a group of the head chairmen sitting around the meeting table playing cards and pouring alcohol for each other.

She walked up to Benny's seat and placed her hand of the back of his chair with an exasperated sigh. "What are you guys doing?"

"Playing poker. What does it look like."

"Ohh. Mind if I watch for a while?"

"Feel free, baby doll." Said swank. "In fact, pull up a chair if you want to play a few hands. The game just got started anyway."

"I don't really have any money, so I'll just watch."

"I thought you were the richest dame this side of the bear, toots."

"I was. This battle is kicking my ass and it hasn't even started yet. Have you seen the cost of ammo these days?"

"You can always play for you clothes." Benny said with a laugh.

"I couldn't do that."

"Sure ya could." Swank added in.

"I don't even know guys."

"Sure you do! That's Swank and that's his front desk protege Johnny. Over here's the one and only Tommy Torini. Then the big cat himself, me, and baby do we know each other well."

"Whatever, fine. I'll play."

Benny pulled out the chair next to him for the courier to sit. "First, a few ground rules. Jewelry is not clothing, sorry to burst your bubble. Your pair of shoes count as one item only. If you lose a hand, you place the clothing on the table. If you win a hand, you get the caps on the table, and the last item of clothing you lost. Also, with every other winning hand you take a shot, ya dig?"

"Surprisingly fair, let's play. I suck at this stuff, can't even play caravan right."

"Yeah, but you suck good, babe." Benny responded with a cheeky grin.

On her first hand she came up with a pair of eights. The high heels came off and went on the table. The next hand, she was dealt was nothing. With that she placed her pencil skirt on the table. She was starting to regret agreeing to their stupid terms.

the next hand she had gave her a little bit if hope, three jacks. but was beaten by four-of-a-kind from Swank. "Great." She said with a roll of the eyes as she tossed her shirt on the table.

Her next hand was a full house. With this she won her shirt back and a thirty five caps. The courier drew a straight on her next hand and thought she may be getting more money, but Tommy had four sixes. The hand cost her the shirt she just got back. A pair of fours on the next round and there when her bra.

The courier could feel all the guys leering at her body, and with a subtle glance to their laps she noticed they were growing hard from looking at her.

On the next hand she was dealt a pair of twos and a pair of eights, but was beaten by Benny's straight. She threw her underwear on the table.

"Looks like I'm out of clothes and out of the game."

"I'll tell you what." Said Benny. "We'll give you some chances to win your clothes back. You can stay in the game. If you win, you get an article of clothing back and the pot. But if you lose, we get a little dance number from ya."

In retrospect she should have at least thought it over but being stark naked made her just was something to cover up with. "Give me my shot and deal the cards."

Her next hand was a collection of a whole lotta nothing. "Alright, time to pay my debt. Help me on the table and put on some music."

Swank gave her a hand up on the table, while Johnny switched on the casinos radio.

"This is the first and last table dance I'm ever doing guy." The courier began to move on the table swinging her hips to the tune of Frank Sinatra. She could feel the heated gaze of the men around her. She bent and turned, making sure everyone got a good view of her before the song ended. All those trips to Gomorrah paid off in a way.

Swank helped her back in her chair as the next hand was dealt. The courier looked at the four Aces she was dealt.

"I want to raise the stakes."

"What do you have in mind?" asked Benny.

"I want to double whatever is in there."

"If we double the pot, you have to up your ante too." Tommy retorted.

"OK, what is fair for me to put up?"

"You win, you get double the pot and your clothes back. However, if you lose, you go to the winner for whatever he wants you to do for the night." Swank stated.

"I have faith in my hand, what the hell. Sure!"

An evening with Boone coming up meant the Courier would have to get all her morning work done in a hurry. That meant meeting Vulpes at the camp, which she didn't like- it meant she would have to avoid Caesar at all costs if she didn't want to get hassled about destroying the Securitron bunker. As it happened, the dictator himself was otherwise engaged, but she was found by someone else before she could find her spy. A happy coincidence, since she'd already spoken of him to Vulpes, and an actual meeting could only enhance her stories.

The Legate Lanius stood frighteningly tall and broad, his mask approximating a golden idol. At first she thought he had grabbed her, until she saw he had his arms resting by his side- he was the sort of man who gave the impression of violent contact even if he stood a foot away.

"So it is you whom Caesar believes to be the future of the Legion." His voice sounded as if he had a built-in megaphone, and could probably reach a few octaves lower than the human throat could typically manage. The Courier blushed in feigned humility.

"I guess I am. I can only hope to meet his expectations."

"And what might they be? He has not fitted you with a collar, so it is not your body he desires."

The Courier considered her response carefully. It was damnably hard to read the Legate with his face hidden by a mask- at least the White Gloves had the decency not to cover their entire visage. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she saw what looked like Vulpes standing at a distance, and knew she didn't have to really read Lanius at all. What mattered was how she appeared, not how he did.

With that in mind, the Courier put on an expression of shock, shaking ever so slightly.

"I won't discuss this if you're going to talk to me like that!"

Before he responded, she turned away and walked briskly toward Vulpes. Fake tears would have been overkill, but as Vulpes took her arm and led her to his tent, she did her best to seem like she was holding them back.

"What did he say to you?" asked Vulpes, his voice not quite as calm as his usual manner.

"It's nothing. He just- oh, I shouldn't bother you about it."

"If we are to replace Lanius as Caesar's successors, we cannot overlook his behaviors. Tell me."

"He- well, you know I'm not exactly innocent, but it was a bit shocking even for me. He made a few...suggestions. Not very tame ones, either. He said-"

The Courier took a deep breath.

"He said that since he could see no other reason why Caesar would invite me here, he assumed I was a gift for him. And he went into some detail about how he intended to use his gift."

That was really nice XD

How long her assailant was gone, the Courier couldn't say. It was at once too long and not long enough, providing her with an agonizing wait that she didn't really want to end. When it finally did, she started in fright, and again craned her neck to see who and what the criminal had brought back with him.

There were two new men with him, one dark and thin, one scarred and green-eyed. It occurred to her for a moment that her attacker might think he was being kind, choosing men of reasonable attractiveness to fuck her. It would fit his speeches before, where he seemed to think it made any difference to her whether he felt pity.

"Get the knife."

The dark criminal nodded at the blonde one, and approached the Courier with a switchblade. She tried to squirm away from him, and he grabbed her by the back of the neck.

"Wriggle and the knife will cut you. Understand?"

When she grew still, he severed the rope binding her legs. Before she could use her new freedom to her advantage, he applied the weight of his body to keep her down, while he cut away her clothing his his knife.

"Nice tits." The voice was unfamiliar- it must have been the third criminal. "What size do you think?"

The dark man pawed at her breasts, pinching her right nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He smiled to see her turn red, only groping her more vigorously.

"Bigger than yours, and that's what matters!" He laughed softly, ignoring the Courier's whimpering. She did her best to catch his eye, making one last effort to reason with her captors.

"I won't tell anyone. Please. We can stop now and I won't-"

"They all say that. Fuck, I would too!" Her original attacker joined the dark man, and the pressure on her neck decreased. Instead, he grabbed her hair again and yanked her roughly to her knees.

"I get the cunt, we agreed on that. How do you boys wanna do this?"

"Not takin' your sloppy seconds!"

"Then one of you gets her from behind, and the other get the mouth. I don't much care, so long as I can keep what's mine."

Oh man, this is awesome. I can actually imagine this happening.

This is freaking hilarious.

That last line is perfection.

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

Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]

Microfill: So Much For That.

Re: Wake Me (3/?)

Re: Jericho/anyone

OP here

Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]

Re: F!LW/Charon: "Draw me like your French girls" fill

fill for "Draw me like your French girls"

Re: Microfill: So Much For That.

OP Autofill: Take a Bath, Legionnaries (1/1)

Re: Facta non Verba 2/2

Re: M!Courier/Arcade, Courier is germaphobic (but there is still sex)

No time for this.

Re: No time for this.

Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]

I Will Love You in Silence Pt. 1/?

I Will Love You in Silence Pt. 2/2

Deal Pt. 1/?

Deal Pt. 2/?

Torch Songs 10/?

Re: No time for this.

Nothing Personal 3/?

Re: Microfill: So Much For That.

Re: OP Autofill: Take a Bath, Legionnaries (1/1)

Re: No time for this.