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

Preferably while having been in the process of bathing.

You know, I thought I had figured out what game she was playing, but now I'm not entirely sure. Still looking forward to the trip to Bitter Springs.

All of this was brilliant, but I particularly loved Cass' appearance at the end.

This is really scary and intense - more please!

I love the way this ends - it's so different from what I expected, and very human.

I can't wait to see where this goes!

This is fantastic so far!

Omg, how do I even express my love for this. You have managed to hit every kink I wanted and then some. It's so perfect, I can't even.

I didn't even think this would get filled but I have to ask, Would you consider doing a sequel?

Again, thank you so much A!A. You made me the happiest OP ever.

Eep, happy you liked it! I have to admit, after I posted it I had a nervous moment and thought I'd gone overboard again with the kinks. I tend to. :x

Well, I got my last final tomorrow but am already revving up my fanfic-engine to crank out some naughty fills, and Hildern has tickled my fancy. Would there be any specific scenario you'd like to see? Or kinks?

This prompt is sexy and gettin' thirded so hard.

Ohh I hope you do well, I just finished my finals last week so I'm popping out all the fills I didn't have a chance to.

Not really. I would love it if you could add in some over-exertion on her part or like orgasmic overload. But really, do what you want with this!

Arcade is very surprised that the fairly smart, fairly eloquent Courier can barely read or write.

This is perfect, anon! <3 <3 <3 There aren't enough hearts in the world to show you how much I adore this.

“Who is he?” Boone demands quietly after the Courier falls asleep again.

“I don’t know,” Raul answers evasively.

“Bullshit,” Boone snaps. “You talk to her about him. She hallucinates that you’re him. That piece of paper she carries around like a god damned rosary has his name written on it. Who. Is. He?” Arcade puts a hand on Boone’s arm in an effort to soothe him, but he shrugs it off. He shoots a guilty look at Arcade, and so Arcade leaves him alone. Raul sighs before answering.

“I met him about fifty years ago. I made my way to a place called The Capital Wasteland.” Arcade shoots a look at Courier, and she looks more like James when she’s asleep. “I think that’s where Courier’s from. If so, it’s a wonder she made it out here. The Capital Wasteland is a godless, lawless land. Everything is dead, and people would kill one another over a bottle of clean water. At least, they did when I was there last.”

“And Charon?” Boone prompts.

“A ghoul. He worked for a slimly bastard named Ahzrukhal down in Underworld. He didn’t talk much, but from what I could gather Ahzrukhal has just bought his contract. Some sort of brain-washing keeps him bound to whoever holds that slip of paper. I don’t know how Courier met him, just that she did.”

“And now she thinks he’s dead,” Arcade murmurs. Boone shifts uncomfortably, all of his previous anger dissipated. He takes a seat next to Courier’s bed, and a weak smile breaks over his face when ED-E begins to play soft music.

“You guys can go to sleep,” he croaks. “I’ll watch her.” Arcade nods, and Raul hesitantly pats Boone’s shoulder before leaving the room as fast as his old legs can carry him.

“You sure?” Arcade asks. Boone nods.

“Yeah.” Arcade walks toward the other bed in the room, and collapses on it. Boone slumps over in his chair, and his hand reaches out to grasp hers. Her skin is still unbearably hot, even with the dose of Med-X.

Arcade watches Boone watch Courier until he finally drifts into unconsciousness.

A!A, you just make me love you more and more with every post! Can't wait for more.

Yes, yes we do!

I dont care what it says about me as a person, they are my Fallout OTP.

I love it! A!A, that ending just hit home in such a surreal amazing way. Ohh this was better than I thought it could be.

A!A, you are amazing. I love this and they way you write a Jealous/Angry!Vulpes.

OMG yes! This was one of the first things I though while playing LR. Glad to see that I'm not the only one that was thinking this.

Also, call me crazy, but I've always felt like Whitley would look like Arcade. Maybe it's the voice.

...........YES PLEASE

A mini-fill because I just can't say no to this pairing, ever.
Summary: All aboard the consensual daddy James-express!
Tags: het, incest, James, female lone wanderer

Elsa woke up to the tickle of a beard nuzzling against her neck, and she smiled as she felt James' lips brush against the earlobe. “You're home late,” she murmured, twisting her head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face in the dim light of the vault. Doing so nearly made her fall out of the narrow bunk bed they shared, but he caught her with a laugh and pulled her close to his chest, hooking one leg over hers to keep her close.

“But it is a good home to return to,” he said, one finger lazily rubbing circles on her breast. “It's your birthday, by the way. Happy nineteenth.”

She closed her eyes as his thumb moved over her nipple, toying with it as it stiffened under his deft touch. “Will you make it a good one?”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, moving closer to her lips little by little... Just like she had one year earlier when they celebrated her eighteenth together over drinks, one kiss on the cheek that kept moving closer and closer. James had not moved, had not pushed her away, but he cried then. That was the only time she saw him cry.

It was surprisingly easy to forget any lingering hesitations, any interjections about 'wrong' and 'horrible', especially when they could embrace each other in their slip of vault space and chase it all away. No one could make her feel as safe as James. No one could ever have hoped to match up to her dad, anyway.

“What would you like for a first gift?” he whispered, voice low and husky as his hand moved down, one finger dipping into her belly button.

“You mean there'll be more than one?”

One finger brushed the curls at her mound, and she bit her lip in excitement.

“As many as you wish.”

Unable to contain her giddy excitement, Elsa rolled over in bed and immediately James had a thigh between her legs, rubbing up against her wet slit. She ground down for each flex of his leg muscle, hooking one arm over his shoulders to kiss him fully on the lips. There was still a light scent of the clinic lingering about him, but within a few minutes of silenced moans and pushing tongues she could smell only sweat and musk.

“Dad,” she said as she pulled back, one hand playing with the fine greying hair of his chest, “I...”

“Do you want it?” His tone was serious.

While they pleasured each other with hands and mouth, sucking and nipping, stroking and fondling the other to orgasm, they had not... Gone all the way. She wanted to, needed him to, but there were constant concerns about being found out or overheard. It was one aspect of vault life one had to live with, the risk of getting caught, but it carried extremely severe consequences for the two of them.

The nervous and eager knot in her stomach eased up as she spoke. “I do.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, darling.” Then he peeked over her shoulder, nodding. “The floor. This creaking mattress would give us away.”

They spread out the blankets and pillows to make the cold floor more comfortable, and Elsa lowered herself down onto it, reclining onto her back as James kneeled between her legs, one hand languidly stroking his own cock. For a while he just remained there, the hand moving rhythmically as he ran his eyes up and down the length of her body until she felt self-conscious and tried to cross her legs to cover herself up.

“Honey,” he said, laughing as he bent down to kiss her kneecap, “I was just admiring you. You're so beautiful.”

She simply blushed, any reply swiftly driven from her mind as James ran one finger along the slit, the feather-light touch to the clit making her shiver. Grabbing a handful of his hair she braced as he parted the labia and pushed a gentle, probing finger inside. There was something amazing about his fingers – she could spend hours just feeling them on and in her – and sometimes she visited him at the clinic during her lunch break just to feel him slide two in and bring her relief.

He was about to add another finger when she stopped him. “Please. I want to feel it.”

“It may hurt,” he said, brow furrowed in concern even as he lowered himself on top of her.

She felt him rub the cock along her cunt until it was slick and wet, and then he positioned it at her entrance. Even though she braced for pain she barely felt a sting of it; true, he had an impressive size that she sometimes struggled to wrap her mouth around, but as he slid inside her she could only think of how deliciously right it felt. As if he'd always been meant to be there in her, filling and groaning.

She moaned when he hit against a particular spot, the noise so loud that he clapped a hand over her mouth. At first she tried to remove it but as he began to thrust she gave up, holding on best she could to his back and one hand feebly covering his lips as he too began moaning. The first, careful movements were soon turned into a more forceful thrusting, and she clenched and shuddered, legs kicking in the air as she came.

It felt just like she had imagined it to: right.

James came with a bitten-back groan, driving deep one final time before collapsing on top of her. They lay still for a long while, sweaty and dizzy, gasping for air. Then she giggled – a subdued trickle of laughter that increased when he cupped her face and kissed her.

“That good, huh?” he asked, attempting to pull out.

“Stay,” she begged, pulling him back with her legs. “And yes... But I never expected anything else.”

With a mischievous grin, he put one hand between them and rubbed at her clit, his expert hand bringing her over the edge a second time within a few minutes. The orgasm was so powerful that she pushed his cock out, and he lay down on her side, pulling a blanket over them as he cradled her close.

Elsa stayed awake only for a little while longer, thinking over the implications – but where once she had felt the massive sting of guilt and shame, there was nothing of the sort. She smiled, letting out another small laugh.

“What now?” James complained, flicking a finger against her nose.

“I love you, daddy,” she murmured, snuggling up and burying her nose against his chest.

He was quiet for a little while. “Love you, sweetheart.” Then he combed his fingers through her hair, easing out all the knots and tangles until she drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming only of his warm embrace holding her forever.

Pretty self-explanatory.

I want a courier who is Anton Chigurh, or at least has the mannerisms.

Seriously, the starter quest "They Went Thattaway" is pretty similar to Chigurh's terminator-esque quest for the suitcase of money.

D'aaaaaaaw. Words can't express how much I love this, A!A! I too wouldn't be adverse to a sequel. Amazing fill is amazing. <3

DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE

Amazing prompt is amazing. Like HOLY SHIT, I LOVE YOU amazing. <3

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

Re: Arcade/M!Courier - Bathtub Sex

Re: Torch Songs 12/?

Re: Arcade/M!Courier - Intensive Care [1b/1]

Re: Nothing Personal 4/?

Re: Down in Mexico 6/6

Re: The Way We Swing (1/?)

Re: Dr. Richards/Major Knight - Smoking Your Pack Of Trickery [1/?]

OP!

A!A

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OP

Arcade/M!Courier

Re: Down in Mexico 6/6

Keep Your Composure 15b/?

Re: Nothing Personal 4/?

Re: F!LW/James - Incest

Re: Down in Mexico 6/6

Re: Set Me On Fire (4c)

Re: f!Courier + Whitley + ED-E

Re: Any male/any male, rough blowjob

F!LW/James - Sweet Nineteen – 1/2

F!LW/James - Sweet Nineteen – 2/2

Anton Chigurh as The Courier

Re: Booned! 2/2

Re: Anton Chigurh as The Courier