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

lmao! this anon just got done playing saint's row: the third and needs this badly.

Since the recent update caught me unawares and freaked me out the title of this fill got kinda lost. Is there a way to belatedly add a title? Because this fill was supposed to be named:

Deck the halls with piles of bodies

I would also be fine with the solution of deleting and re-posting it because, as usual, I discovered a rather large and embarassing collection of typos that I wouldn't mind getting rid of.

A!A.

Courier's been a good girl this year and she want to make sure Vulpes and/or Caesar knows it. She puts her best effort into pouting and wanting a number of gifts from them.
Sexy times with one or both of them would be a lovely gift in her eyes.

(extra love from me if someone has her wear a sexy Santa dress or she quotes some lines from Santa Baby!)

This is brilliant. I was reading the first couple of chapters, basically thinking "This is great, but how do you transition from this into por- OK, there it is, hello."

It had me literally laughing out loud.

Arcade gets quite mouthy when he's drunk, to the point where even in public he's happy to tell everyone in explicit detail about his sexual adventures. Cue someone - m!Courier? Boone? A Chairman? - getting incredibly turned on by Arcade's stories of sucking and fucking his way across the Core Region.

What happens after that is up to you, dear author~

Sorry for the long wait. Honestly... I had forgotten this wasn’t finished. I’m ashamed. But I rectified. Hope you like my choice of ending.

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A couple of days later Stella and Veronica showed up at the Fort again, looking for Arcade. They had shown up every now and then, making him go out with them, standing him drinks, trying to get him to utilize one of the Wrangler’s choices of hookers, but even though he had firmly declined the latter, had gladly accepted the former to get his mind off unpleasant things.

Finding Jimmy in the Fort made them both shriek with joy and embrace both Arcade and Jimmy dozens of times, and after a lot of happy gossip all four of them went to the Wrangler where Stella declared she’d pay for anything.
“Celebration!” She laughed and ruffled Arcade’s hair. “Jeez, I honestly thought I’d never seen you smile again, Arc.”
Arcade exchanged a love-sick little smile with Jimmy and shrugged. “Thanks but... I mean, we’re not married or something.”
“Maybe you should”, Veronica piped up. “Really. I mean, you two were so obviously meant for each other...
Both Jimmy and Arcade blushed.
“I don’t think this is appropriate...” Arcade began but Stella’s eyes had begun to gleam.
“But Arcade... you told me...”
“Stella...”
“What?”
“I would like to tell him that myself, please. Besides, I’m not sure I’ve had enough to drink to continue this conversation.”
“That can be arranged!” Veronica was up and on her way to the bar in three seconds flat and Jimmy and Arcade exchanged another look. Before Arcade could apologize however, he noticed Jimmy grin.
Veronica came back with several bottles and she and Stella then started to drink and talk rather busily despite Arcade’s best efforts to stop them. Jimmy didn’t assist him, he just listened and drank, and at one point his head sunk against Arcade’s shoulders while a warm hand slid up his thigh, coming to rest a little too high up for Arcade to be completely comfortable with, what with them being in a public space and all. Thus distracted from the conversation Arcade was never able to puzzle together what happened next. At one point they had left the Wrangler, with Jimmy having slung his arms around Arcade and nuzzling his neck, all four of them stumbling and chuckling after emptying far too many bottles than was good for them, in Arcade’s opinion at least.

And then, two days later, Arcade found himself stand inside the King’s headquarters, in the large room he used for performances, wearing a white suit that Stella had produced from god knows where with Veronica in a stunning pink silk dress standing beside him and the whole room decorated with potted cactus flowers and bottles of various drinks, and him with his heart hammering inside his chest as if he was on his very first date.

The doors opened again and in came Jimmy and Stella, he wearing a white suit as well and Stella another silk gown that matched Veronica’s. Arcade felt like bolting, but at that point Jimmy caught his eyes and smiled. Everything else faded into complete insignificance and Arcade took Jimmy’s arm when he had reached him and both turned around to look at the King, smiling at them with outspread arms. His blood was gushing in his ears but Jimmy’s hand on his was the only thing that mattered right now.

“Dearly beloved”, the King began, and beside them, Veronica sniffled and delicately wiped her eyes with the back of her forefinger.

It was rather late that night when the last people had left the King’s headquarters and the four of them, Jimmy, Arcade, Veronica and Stella, made their way towards the Strip.
“You planned this, didn’t you”, Arcade said, idly toying with the ring that now sat on the third finger of his right hand.
“Ah... yes. I like to be prepared, you know. And now”, Stella announced. “My gift for you.”
“Gift?” Jimmy looked up. “You’ve given us plenty gifts already.”
“Oh well.” She laughed. “I like to give gifts. Here.” With that, she handed them an envelope. Arcade took it and opened it, and inside was a key card with a number.
“Honeymoon Suite”, Stella said proudly and pointed at the Ultra Luxe. “Yours for three days.” She winked. “And nights.”
“Good night”, Veronica said and breathed a kiss first on Jimmy’s cheek, then on Arcade’s. “See you in a couple of days.”
With that, the two women vanished into the Lucky 38, arm in arm and giggling as they high-fived, congratulating themselves on a job well done. Arcade could only shake his head but when he looked at Jimmy, smiling up at him in such honest delight with a tender look in his eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to care that Stella had been making plans to marry him off.

The two looked at each other and after Arcade had slung an arm around Jimmy and pulled him close, he asked: “Any more plans for tonight?”
Jimmy laughed softly under his breath. “Sure. But all of them require some kind of privacy... and you.”
Arcade had to laugh as well and they made their way towards the Ultra Luxe with fluttery stomachs and racing hearts.

It was so late that it was almost morning again when Jimmy, cuddled into Arcade’s arms, ran a hand down Arcade’s bare chest and sighed. “I have to tell you”, he whispered.
Arcade squeezed Jimmy’s fingers. “I’ll listen.”

And Jimmy told him. About the humiliation, the beatings, the lot of being a slave. About all the fear, the terror of being found out. About having been sold to a master who was also into men. How life had looked a little better for some time before their relationship was in danger of being uncovered. How that man had taken him out in the desert to shoot him. How Jimmy had managed to escape. How he had ended up at Westside, falling back to the only thing he knew: giving his body to others. How Sarah had picked him up and employed him.

Arcade could feel him tense and ran his hand through Jimmy’s hair when he told him about the life as a whore. There had been this one guy, a brute of a man, who had always left him bleeding. Others who had wanted a blowjob but who had last seen a washcloth about a year ago, and only from far away.

“And then you”, Jimmy concluded in a trembling whisper. “And I thought maybe this time it’s not going to be that bad but...” He broke off, his voice thick and hoarse.
Arcade ran his hand trough Jimmy’s hair again and as he turned around he could see Jimmy was losing the battle against his tears. He pulled him close and Jimmy rested his face against Arcade’s chest as he closed his arms around him and held him as Jimmy let the tears flow.
Arcade closed his suddenly burning eyes and buried his face in Jimmy’s hair. “It’s going to be all right, Jimmy. Everything’s going to be all right.”
“I know”, Jimmy said hoarsely and buried his face into the curve where Arcade’s neck met his shoulder. “I love you”, Jimmy whispered against Arcade’s skin.
Arcade held him closer and pressed a kiss into Jimmy’s hair. “Love you too, Jimmy. My love. God, I... I love you so much...”
Jimmy emitted a trembling, husky chuckle into Arcade’s skin and pressed a kiss on his neck. With a shudder Arcade closed his eyes again and focussed on the sensation of the naked body next to his, the soft hair brushing his shoulder and the unfamiliar but strangely reassuring feeling of the ring on his finger.
Jimmy’s next words, however, suddenly made Arcade’s eyes overflow.
“Arcade... You’re the best that ever happened to me.”
Arcade could do nothing but bury his face into Jimmy’s hair with a breathless sob. After a moment or two Jimmy lifted his head and when Arcade looked up, Jimmy pulled his face close.
Their kiss tasted of salt as their tears mingled on their lips.

So sweet! I really enjoyed this :)

Having read A LOT of New Vegas stories on this meme, I have certainly had my favorites in the Courier department. However, I'm always left wondering what that Courier's story is. Their story BEFORE getting shot in the head, before they knew about Boone or Veronica or Cass or whatever! Before they were the big shot of the Mojave.

This is like, the most open prompt ever. All I want is YOUR Courier's story before their life in New Vegas took a turn for the crazy. Were they a farm kid? A city kid? An NCR deserter? A Legion deserter? Any and all stories are welcome, lets just make this a giant Courier's life story thread!

Any courier? I mean, should I just invent a courier or should I take one of the couriers I played or one of the couriers that feature in my writing here?
Or would that be awkward, suddenly having a cameo appearance of one of the main characters of my current WIP?

I feel intrigued to try, though.......

I love this prompt. Might attempt something later but my writing has been really really terrible lately so---not promising anything.

Oh captcha, you scamp you---Edible Government.

Honestly, any of those options! You could use one from a fill, I don't think that would be awkward, or you can use the one you play with and think of a back-story. This isn't the time in New Vegas, this is before, just remember that! To be honest, just make it whatever you like. Tie New Vegas characters in or whatever you want! I'm just curious to see what people believe to be their Courier's backstory.

The bonus point part cracked me up! I wanna see this [i]so[/i] bad, you don't understand.

Whoa, I love this prompt. I have a lot of Couriers, and only two have actually been posted to the public. I'll probably be posting something soon too! (Despite the few other WIPs that I'm horribly neglecting)

I'd love to see some awkward Lone Wanderer and Butch having their first time together.
Bonus if Butch refuses to take off his jacket or let her touch his hair.

OP, you have no idea how hard I just laughed while reading your bonus.
Seconded!

Once, when Viv was running with a merc band in Old Austin, the team tinkerer had managed to fix up a pre-war woodchipper into full working order. Everyone watched with fascination as the tinkerer shoved a full length of an oak branch into his latest restoration project, the sturdy wood pulverized into mulch. Someone made a crack about shoving the members of their biggest competition in there, and everyone kind of chuckled, but then Viv made the mistake of imagining it. And he may have been being melodramatic at the moment, but his entire body felt like it had been shoved in that pre-war woodchipper. And then hastily reassembled. By the blind. He trudged up the stairs with heavy feet, every step making him more and more ready to demand that his lover relocate the Throne Room to somewhere more practical, like the ground floor. Hell, he was involved with a guy who had dozens of minions -- maybe he could call for a new law that said they had to carry him up the stairs when he was this exhausted.

Whatever plots Viv's exhaustion-addled mind could come up with, not a damn one could compare to the way the King looked at him when he walked into the doorframe, with the soft exhale of, "Oh, thank god," as the man rushed up to him and enveloped him in an embrace that held nothing back. Viv inadvertently made a soft grunt from the pressure on his ribs, and the King gingerly loosened his arms, pulling back to look at him. "Sorry," he said quickly, "sorry, didn't mean to-- I know you're probably feelin' like hell, but we just got news about what went down in Cottonwood Cove earlier today, but no one could say if you'd--"

Viv cut him off with a firm kiss, a press of lips as he practically fell forward, wrapping his aching arms around the King's neck. The King held him up and met the kiss fervently, the obvious relief in his touch spreading warmth throughout Viv's limbs.

"I thought about you the whole time, you know," Viv admitted softly when he pulled back, the King pressing his lips to Viv's forehead before it rested on his shoulder. The feeling of fingertips threading through his hair sent sparks skittering across his skin. "Every time I got hit, or thrown, or slashed, I just kept thinking, 'Oh god. I'll never see that cock again.'" The King snorted and Viv continued, "'That cock and I had such wonderful times together, and I never got to tell it how much it meant to me. I should have written a letter to that cock telling it I love it, only to be delivered upon my untimely death.'"

"Yes, yes, you're such a romantic," the King said, relief coloring the amusement in his voice. Like that was the final proof he needed that this was truly the courier and not some cruel imposter.

"Take me to bed, you mad pompadoured stallion," Viv said, all but collapsed against the King. "I should probably clarify that when I say 'take me to bed', I mean so I can sleep for three days. You can still do whatever you want to me, just don't wake me up."

The King chuckled. "Do you want me to carry you?"

"...If you swear that no one will ever find out, and you won't throw your back out, hell yes."

There was a chorus of sick pops as approximately all of Viv's joined cracked while he stretched out on the bed. "Ugh, you're my hero," he groaned as the King pulled off his boots, setting his overburdened feet free.

"You're my hero," the King chuckled softly, setting the boots neatly aside and crawling into bed to settle by Viv, pulling him into his arms.

Viv nestled his head under the King's chin. "It's official, you bastard, domestic bliss has made me old," he murmured sleepily.

The King was soothingly running his hands over the courier's back. "You complainin'?"

"Nope."

"Thought so."

Viv sighed happily, feeling the warm rush of exhaustion taking him over. "I meant it, by the way," he mumbled. "Thought about you the whole time."

The King pressed a kiss into his forehead before resting his chin back on the top of Viv's head. "Think about you all the time," he said.

"Why do you have to smell so sexy? It's flipping switches I'm too tired to do anything about."

He felt the rumble of the King's soft laugh in his chest and heard him say, "Go to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up."

"You better," Viv mumbled, before sleeping off into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.

I've added a title to the entry in the Delicious archive, and our Pinboard archive will automatically update in the next 24 hours.

Deleting and reposting is up to you. Just let me know via the mod contact page and I'll organise a clean repost for you.

So, everyone's favorite perk. Makes any compatible male swoon at the courier, give up information, flirt and fawn with wanton abandon. But how about a not-so-suave, awkward MCourier? He giggles and twirls his hair on his finger around Dr Richards, completely fails at charming anyone, has a malfunctioning gaydar, tries to recruit Arcade by flattering him but is so horrible at it he actually gets the "low int" option, and is a clumsy fuck around the doctor until they get used to each other. In other words - the hero of the Mojave has all the swag of a bloatfly. Bonus points for Veronica as his reluctant confidante.
Inspired by my own Courier, who, for some reason, dropped around three levels after I recruited Arcade. PUNCH THE LEGONNAIRE, ASSHOLE, I KNOW YOU CAN.

Ughhhh did I really manage to post it wrong twice in a row, dammit, there was supposed to be a subject in that post
sorry, mods, I did my best

This prompt makes me ridiculously happy. All of my yes. <3

THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!

I am going to lawl forever, anon. Forever. <3 <3 <3

More Viv! More of the King! I have all of these feelings that can't be expressed in words. Kermit the Frog style flailing and yelling will have to suffice.

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

Re: The Courier is Professor Genki

A!A of this fill to the mods

F!Courier + Vulpes/Caesar: Christmas presents...

Re: Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]

Re: Painless 5/?

Arcade/any male -

You're the best that ever happened to me 6a/6

You're the best that ever happened to me 6b/6

Re: You're the best that ever happened to me 6b/6

Prequel to New Vegas

Re: Prequel to New Vegas

Re: Prequel to New Vegas

Re: Prequel to New Vegas

Re: M!Courier/Several Great Khans - gangbang

Re: Prequel to New Vegas

F!LW/Butch - First time

Re: F!LW/Butch - First time

M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [1a/2]

M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [1b/2]

Re: A!A of this fill to the mods

no subject

MCourier: Reverse Confirmed Bachelor

no subject

Re: Everyone - Child Support Microfill: Craig Jr. 1/1

Re: M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [1b/2]