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

Then I shall sit here consumed with lust ~~for the rest of the evening~~ until Saturday or whenever you have time to fill this.

Guys. Guys. Guys, guys, guys. Let me just hold you and cuddle you and feed you tiramisu. The stats for this Fill-A-Thon are enough to warm my black heart: fourteen stories started or updated, and twenty fills done, dusted and tagged as completed.

Thanks to everyone who got into the spirit of my mini mod challenge and kicked ass with some one shot/minifill love. I encourage you all to keep bringing the short fill science 'cause hey - who doesn't love immediate gratification?

As always please hit up the Recommendations Thread (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3383.html) to show some love to your favourite fills, and don't forget to comment, comment, comment!

- Shelter!Mod

UPDATED/STARTED

Boyd/Hsu, 'Stay Young, Go Dancing' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6929549#t6929549 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6929549#t6929549)
Everyone, 'Canticle of the Broken' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=4031540#t4031540 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=4031540#t4031540)
M!Courier/Raul, 'Los Restos del Faufragio' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4629645#t4629645 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4629645#t4629645)
Jericho/F!Raider, 'Pussy Fight' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7703307#t7703307 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7703307#t7703307)
Arcade/Jimmy, 'You're The Best Thing To Ever Happen To Me' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7468299#t7468299 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7468299#t7468299)
Arcade + M!Courier/others, 'Sloppy Umpteenths' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4476557#t4476557 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4476557#t4476557)
Benny, 'The Way We Swing' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7408395#t7408395 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7408395#t7408395)
James/Gannon Sr, 'Keep Your Composure' 12/? - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=6993675#t6993675 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=6993675#t6993675)
Arcade/M!Courier, 'Lilac Wine - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7771444 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7771444)
F!Courier/misc Powder Gangers, 'Nothing Personal' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7009035#t7009035 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7009035#t7009035)
F!Courier/Boone, F!Courier/Vulpes, 'Torch Songs' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7304459#t7304459 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7304459#t7304459)
Benny/Swank/F!Courier/Tommy/misc Chairmen, 'Deal' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7545355#t7545355 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7545355#t7545355)
F!Courier/Arcade, 'Salvation of the Enslaved' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7752756#t7752756 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7752756#t7752756)
F!Couries/Vulpes, 'The Raw End of the Deal' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5780109#t5780109 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5780109#t5780109)

COMPLETED

F!Courier + Vulpes, 'Toast' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7150859#t7150859 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7150859#t7150859)
F!Courier/Vulpes, 'She's Got You by The Balls' 2/2 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7728395#t7728395 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7728395#t7728395)
Arcade + Raul, 'Old Bones' 3/3 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/588.html?thread=7797068#t7797068 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/588.html?thread=7797068#t7797068)
F!Courier/OC, 'Late Afternoon' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7690507#t7690507 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7690507#t7690507)
F!LW + Charon, 'Blame It On Butch' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7205899#t7205899 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7205899#t7205899)
Boone + Arcade, 'Craig Jr.' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7445003#t7445003 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7445003#t7445003)
Arcade + Veronica, 'I'm Dying' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7782411#t7782411 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7782411#t7782411)
F!Courier/other, 'Late Afternoon' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7690507#t7690507 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7690507#t7690507)
Boone/FISTO + Vulpes/FISTO, 'A Spark of Luv' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7500811#t7500811 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7500811#t7500811)
M!Courier/Marjorie, 'White Gloves and Petticoats' 3/3 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1154.html?thread=7746946#t7746946 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1154.html?thread=7746946#t7746946)
Butch/M!LW, 'Whistlin' Dixie' 14/14 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7773748 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7773748)
Butch, 'Go West, Young Man' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7766836#t7766836 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7766836#t7766836)
F!LW, 'The Darkest Evening' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7721227#t7721227 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7721227#t7721227)
F!LW + Raul, 'More Good To Be Done' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7766027 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7766027)
M!Courier/Boone/Arcade, 'Untitled' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=2321972#t2321972 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=2321972#t2321972)
F!LW/Vance, 'I Will Love You In Silence' 3/3 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7663115#t7663115 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7663115#t7663115)
Boone/FISTO, 'Cap Operated Boy' 2/2 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7741707#t7741707 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7741707#t7741707)
Vulpes + F!Courier, 'No Time for This' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7622411#t7622411 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7622411#t7622411)
Vulpes/F!Courier, 'So Much for That' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7719435#t7719435 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7719435#t7719435)
Vulpes/F!Courier + Veronica + Lucullus, 'Take A Bath, Legionaries' 1/1 - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7751691#t7751691 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7751691#t7751691)

So? you writin' this or what?

Ohh god, this was fantastic, A!A. And that last little part.. Perfection.

Doc Cullen
What? What is this beautiful thing? More, I need more! Ohh lord this is great.

In the morning he had woken with the dawn, watching the sun peak through the thin, used, curtains of his room. He pulled up his pants, looping the old world button through the worn hole, and paused as he heard a commotion in the living room. Listening carefully for what was going on, he determined that no one had entered the house, rather it was something inside that was alarming the occupant. Vulpes relaxed, allowing himself to calm his muscles, seeing how he no longer needed the steel himself in order to fight off a human opponent.

Stepping into the living room to see what was the matter, Vulpes paused in the door upon seeing Mrs. Hernandez, who mouthed the word, “Snake.”

There it sat, coiled on the floor, a long thick grey and brown rattle snake. It was probably six or seven feet from head to tail, but as of right now it was so tightly wound it betrayed it’s ability to spring into action in any direction it needed. The reptile had probably crawled in the house through an unseen crack or a slightly ajar door in order to keep warm, and there had surprised the houses’ owner as she went about her morning chores.

Neither Vulpes nor Mrs. Hernandez moved now, both watching the animal as it lay in deadly wait on the floor. Fidgeting at a long bowie knife on his belt, Vulpes gave a dark look to the tendril headed woman, something quite and grim shared between them. The Legionary then reached over to a long table located along the hall, picking up a small figure of a Hawaiian dancer left for decoration, and threw it, narrowly missing the head of Mrs. Hernandez. The matron of the house responded by shifting unconsciously in order too miss the object that had been thrown at her, giving the snake just enough reason to lunge forward and attack.

The eyes of Mrs. Hernandez grew frightful and worried as what felt like two fiery daggers clamped into her ankle, a frightful burning occurring as the snake’s venom glands pumped liquid death into her right leg. She sunk down on the ground in both pain and despair, watching as the horrible creature continued to milk itself into her body. She looked up at Vulpes, tears streaming down her eyes as she silently begged the man who she had given lodging, to make this dreadful instance end. Vulpes did nothing but watch as the woman cried, secretly thrilled by the fate he had caused this incidental and primarily worthless person from the wasteland.

Finally the snake disengaged, and returned to it’s coil, sensing the heat of the other body in the room and figuring it wasn’t alone. Realizing he was in danger, Vulpes then swooped down and lopped the coil in half, catching the head of the snake, and throwing it into the fire.

“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” Mrs. Hernandez asked, unable to fear this stranger, her life now forfeit.

Vulpes said nothing in response, instead he leaned down and caressed the lower part of her jaw with his fingers. She was beautiful to him in this moment. She trembled, savoring her soon to be death with a clarity of vision that was missing from the eyes of most people. For a moment she seemed to him sinless, a perfect beautiful widow and mother, encased in glass for him to watch as she twisted and finally faded from life.

“Maybe you can suck it out,” She begged. “I saw that in a hollow tape once. This hero sucked the poison out of the heroin's snake bite. I don’t have to die.”

“Your death is certain,” Vulpes responded with a gentleness to his voice that only barely masked his excitement. “It is best if you just accept what is going to happen to you. Think of how you want Julia to see you face this.”

Mrs. Hernandez started to weep miserably at the mention of her daughter. She seemed even more brilliant to Vulpes now, weeping for the loss her child would now feel at her orphanage. He petted her hair, watching her as she begged, pleaded, made a million deals with God. He stayed with her here, for the better part of an hour, while her daughter was out hanging with her friends, trying to get a courier job. Alone, he savored as she finally broke, gave up and returned to that dull quite calm that had initially drawn him to her. It was at this moment that she did something unexpected.

“There is a gun in my room, in a safe,” she said, unwilling to move from the spot where the extent of her lifetime was determined, “Please get it for me.”

Quietly, Vulpes moved into her bedroom, finding the safe tucked just under her bed, the same place a million old world houses like this hid such things. He spun the mechanism and quickly popped the black metal box open, dragging his fingers through the insides, until he pushed aside enough paper work to pull out a .22 caliber hand gun. He checked the clip for her, making sure at least one bullet in the chamber.

The Legionary quickly handed the loaded pistol to the dieing woman, who took it with a shaking hand and hung her head desperately over the gun. She clenched the cold black metal to her chest, her hair hiding her face from him like a curtain preventing the audience from seeing the actors before the performance.

“Please leave me to this,” Mrs. Hernandez begged. “All I ask is that you tell Julia, and keep her from coming to see my body. Let someone else in town clean me up. I want her to remember me as I was.”

“That seems like a promise I can keep,” Vulpes said with a dark smile, and turned to grab his pack and leave the house. On his way out he tripped the old world lock on the front and back door, knowing that most wastelands lacked the key to their own homes, and it took most people the better part of a day to break the doors in after they were rendered useless.

Heading towards the center of town to meet up with his contact and exchange some documents, Vulpes found himself cheery, a terrible idea springing to him as he kicked the dust from the road with his feet. After he got the coded spy reports from his contact he would have to cross over into NCR territory, and there was no reason to do it alone now. He would wait till he was just far enough into the country that Julia would not have rations enough to go back, and then tell her the fate of her mother. This would be the moment he’d spring on her, breaking her spirit further as he informed her of her fate as a slave in Caesar’s Legion. After all, she had caught his eye enough, their was no reason not to enjoy the fruits of this time he had spent in profligate lands.

Let me say that the microfill idea was brilliant. Unfortunately I was too uninspired, even for that, but I'm glad that so many people filled them. They're the perfect daily dose of literary awesomeness.

Wahahaa oh man :))))))
This is just SO glorious. Love every paragraph so far.

Genderswappin' time!

No back story needed, just some good ol' consensual rough smut.

Thank you for making these list posts every month. It makes it so easy to catch up on all the stories when I have time to read!

Any kink, any scenario. I want to read some toyboy porn!

wonderful!!!

so so so so wonderful!!!!!

......this is so dark and twisted and completely enthralling.

YES, PLEASE.

Assault
Char.:Courier Six, Colonel Moore
Kinks:non-con, oral, violence, angst.
Summary: You'd expect this sort of thing from the Legion...

Colonel Moore was not a woman to be fucked with. A former Ranger, veteran of HELIOS One, now a desk jockey with a bum leg. Still, her subordinates knew their place-- she couldn't punish back talk with a cuff across the bonce, but she had her ways.

Unfortunately, it's her inability to commit violence upon the upstarts that was starting to eat away at her. She could barely walk down the hall of Hoover Dam without catching the tail end of some horror story about her. Of course when the privates heard her uneven steps echoing down the hall, their lips sealed tighter than a New Vegas virgin.

If she didn't get to vent soon she was going to grab a rifle and storm Fortification Hill herself.

Fortunately the day was starting to look up. After what seemed like the fiftieth circuit around her office, the door slid open with the sound of metal plates falling noisily into place. In walked in a Sargent, his helmet tucked under one arm.

“Colonel Moore,” he saluted with his free hand, “urgent news, we've captured Courier Six.”

Moore's head pivoted so fast, the Sargent thought he heard a whiplash, “What?” the Colonel said flatly. Courier Six was the bogeyman of the NCR; he had many names, the Messenger of Death, Bringer of Sorrow, Architect of Doom, but most of the troops referred to him as, That Fucker Who Got Shot In The Head. When he first made himself known, tracking Benny Gecko across the entire Mojave and back, and waltzing into the Lucky 38 like he owned the place, the NCR thought they had an ace in the hole. At first he was willing to help out the NCR, even resolving that business with the Kings, even if a few soldiers got, quoth a local, “their asses kicked so hard their extended families inherited the bruises”.

I hope i'm posting these in order

Fortunately the day was starting to look up. After what seemed like the fiftieth circuit around her office, the door slid open with the sound of metal plates falling noisily into place. In walked in a Sargent, his helmet tucked under one arm.

“Colonel Moore,” he saluted with his free hand, “urgent news, we've captured Courier Six.”

Moore's head pivoted so fast, the Sargent thought he heard a whiplash, “What?” the Colonel said flatly. Courier Six was the bogeyman of the NCR; he had many names, the Messenger of Death, Bringer of Sorrow, Architect of Doom, but most of the troops referred to him as, That Fucker Who Got Shot In The Head. When he first made himself known, tracking Benny Gecko across the entire Mojave and back, and waltzing into the Lucky 38 like he owned the place, the NCR thought they had an ace in the hole. At first he was willing to help out the NCR, even resolving that business with the Kings, even if a few soldiers got, quoth a local, “their asses kicked so hard their extended families inherited the bruises”.

The trouble really started when he started talking to that weird smily Securitron, then things went to shit. NCR patrols reported coming under attack from sniper using a silenced rifle, picking them off one by one and looting the corpses, then vanishing without a trace. Crimson Caravan traders were killed by the dozen, no witnesses ever identified the assailant, because no witnesses ever survived.

A break came when a Ranger spotted the courier, decked head to toe in Elite Riot Gear, equipment long thought lost to the Divide, walk out of the canyon wreckage north of Primm. A few seconds later, the Long 15 and Dry Wells exploded in plumes of atomic fire. The Ranger also noted the courier dropped to his knees and shouted, “You maniac! You blew it up! Damn you, damn you all to hell!”

That was the last straw. General Oliver ordered this “walk-the-wasteland-fuck” taken down with extreme prejudice.

The room Six was in was your typical interrogation room, with no windows, a chair and a table lit by a 200 year old lamp. Moore had made the jaunt down to the small room at a speed the others had thought impossible. She came up to the door, unlocked it and stepped inside, letting it shut noisily behind her.

Six was sitting in one of the chairs propped up in the corner, his arms behind his back.

“Well look who decided to drag themselves down here to see me!” Six said, feigning enthusiasm, “What, you get too many of your lackeys killed to come give me the good cop/bad cop?”

Moore could tell he was looking for buttons to push, but she kept her cool. For now.

“Actually, courier, I came to see how the boogeyman of the NCR looked trussed up like a Christmas present.” Moore said flatly.

Six took his arms from behind his back. In his right hand were a pair of cuffs, “You mean these trusses?”

Moore's eyes widened. Of course he could get the cuffs off.

The courier hurled the cuffs at Moore as hard as he could. The projectile barely left his hand before he started to charge.

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Evil!M!Courier/Col. Moore, "Assault"

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