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

As minutes passed, the Courier slipped in and out of a light but dreamless sleep. Only little things registered with her now; the feeling of soreness was one. She ached when she woke and when she fell asleep, wishing for hot water more than anything. This desire was amplified by the mess between her legs of sweat and lubricant, and the greasy sensation over her entire body. She should have been trying to escape, but that hot bath was all she could think about, and even if she had wanted to move, her body wouldn't have obeyed.

She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard footsteps outside her door; it could have been an instant or an eternity for all she knew of time. The voices were muffled, though she recognized at least one of the men who had raped her. Who he was talking to, she couldn't tell, nor could she tell who made the sudden groan and thud shortly afterwards.

Later on, she would think that those sounds had been awfully like those of a man being suddenly stabbed and falling to the ground.

The door opened with a creak, and the Courier squinted in the sudden ray of light. The man who stood before her was alone, and unfamiliar to her; his grey beard and cowboy hat were all that distinguished him from any of the other former prisoners.

"They thought I'd pay for you," said the man who must have been Sheriff Meyers. "Guess they didn't know how I got here in the first place."

The Courier did her best to prop herself up, unmindful of her nudity.

"I was supposed to find you...there's a town that needs justice."

Justice. Primm was a world away and thought it was the one that needed justice. She couldn't help but laugh at her own words, and after a moment even Meyers shook his head. He wondered if the poor girl had lost her mind entirely, never realizing that sometimes you laugh when there's nothing else you can do.

Yesssss, more of these two. I adore your writing, and Viv has to be my favorite courier out there.

That damn last line... good job, anon. ;_;

WOW this is hot

I find foreplay a lot more erotic than an actual scene a lot of the time and this is excellente ;D KUDOS, ANON!

(not that i would complain either if you extended it cough DOMMY!RICHARDS IS BEST RICHARDS)

I've been listening to too much Johnny Cash lately and I've got a hankering for a Fallout-centric stories about murder, love, death, vengeance, all that good stuff.

For the uninitiated: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MurderBallad

Am I the only one who thinks Ella Fitzgerald's (goregeous) version of 'What Are You Doing New Year's Eve' would fit in perfectly on the repeitore of songs on the Mojave airwaves?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0wu_J_lfUI&ob=av2n

It's New Years and the Strip is going to celebrate in style. Maybe the war at Hoover Dam is won (by NCR or Courier for independent Vegas) and people can finally let themselves relax and look forward to the future.

F!Courier, meanwhile, has feelings for Boone but it's never seemed like the right time to tell him and she's not sure if he feels the same. Would like for her to work up the courage and tell him. Maybe it leads to one glorious night between them. I don't mind it it ends bittersweetly with Boone leaving for California to rejoin the NCR after, but I certainly wouldn't mind an upbeat ending with him deciding to stick around.

Bonus points for the Courier wearing Vera's dress (from the Dead Money DLC)!

In his dreams, he was a wolf, and the woods were filled with snow. The sky was black as ink, and the full moon was hanging low over the reflective lake. He was tracking something, a man, but the trail had gone cold and he was unbearably lonely. He threw his head back and howled into the winter night, until the valley was echoing with the song of his despair.

Jon Snow woke in his bed in the Lucky 38. He was tangled in the sheets, and his bare chest was slick with sweat. A radio was playing somewhere in the suite, and the sound drew him out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.

Arcade was sitting in a chair, his stocking feet on the table and a medical textbook on his lap. He glanced up from his book at Jon’s approach, and then swung his feet onto the floor. “Evening, Jon,” he said guiltily.

Jon lowered himself into one of the chairs. “What time is it?”

Arcade glanced at the clock over the door. “Half past late. You’ve been asleep for almost fourteen hours. What were you drinking?”

“I wasn’t drunk,” Jon said defensively. “I had a bad dream.”

The look on Arcade’s face softened somewhat. “Another wolf dream?”

For a moment, he thought about lying, but he knew the doctor would never believe him. “Yes,” he said reluctantly. “I was in a forest, looking for someone, but I couldn’t find them.”

“Were you afraid?”

The dreams had been frightening before, but this one hadn’t, not in the same way. There had been no corpses with burning eyes, only isolation and cold. “No. Just…sad.”

“And do you remember anything?”

Jon sighed. “No. I don’t. And I never will. Whoever I was, wherever I came from, that’s gone. And I don’t want to think about it.”

“Come on,” said Arcade, “You have to have left someone behind. A family, a mother-”

“No,” snapped Jon, and the outburst surprised him almost as much as it did Arcade. “I don’t.”

“Suit yourself,” said Arcade coldly. “I’m just trying to help.” He stood and walked stiffly out of the room. A moment later, Rex poked his head through the door, doubtless disturbed by the shouting.

“Rex, to me,” Jon whispered, and the dog came obligingly to him. Rex laid his head in his lap and looked adoringly up at him. Jon wound his fingers through the dog’s fur, and the knot in his chest eased somewhat.

The cot squeaked with every movement, and Kieran stopped more than once to listen for any sign that someone had heard. But her paranoia was always met with silence, and after a moment, she always plunged recklessly ahead, trying to pick up the thread of fantasy where she’d left off.

Fingers rough from years in the field, eyes soft behind the sunglasses. A half smile, meant only for her, as the other woman’s hand closed around her wrist. Let me show you how it’s done she would whisper, and Kieran would lay back and let her-

She stopped dead and looked guiltily around the room. There was no sign of life from any of her men, but that didn’t mean they weren’t awake, listening. She didn’t know why they would be, but the thought was enough to cool some of her arousal. But the prospect of being caught wasn’t enough to completely silence the needy whisper in her head.

Two fingers would slide inside of her, testing her, sampling her arousal. There would be murmurs of approval, and she’d moan into the kisses, hips bucking as the fingers began a slow rhythm of curling and uncurling, stretching her out and hitting that one spot over and over again, until-

“Major?”

Her eyes flew open and she scrambled to straighten her clothing as the guard crossed the room to her cot. She sat up and ran her sticky fingers through her hair, struggling to compose herself and wondering if he could smell her arousal.

“Yes?” she whispered, her voice tense in the darkness.

“A man here to see you. Says Julie Farkas sent him.”

“Oh!” she said. “Oh! That’s probably important. Send him in.” She stood, self-consciously tugging at the hem of her shirt as she did so. The private’s eyes flicked confusedly across her body, then he shrugged and turned back to the door.

“Can’t see why the bastard couldn’t come during the day,” he muttered.

“If it’s from Julie, it’s important,” Kieran scolded. Her heart wasn’t in the reprimand, though. She’d be mourning the loss of a perfectly good fantasy all night.

Bitter-Root let the hotel door slam behind him as he stalked down the hall. Three AM, he was trying to sleep, and Betsy had to go and hire the loudest whore in all of Vegas.

It was just like her, too. He knew he was supposed to be reporting this shit to Gorobets, but fuck it. Betsy was a big girl, she didn’t need someone looking over her shoulder and reporting her every movement to the CO. She’d come to Gomorrah to escape his hovering, and Bitter-Root didn’t want to be the guy to get her hauled in for another psych eval.

Post traumatic stress disorder, my ass, he thought darkly, anyone making those kinds of noises is just fine. He felt a little guilty for thinking it. Betsy wasn’t fine, and he knew it. The stupid bitch needed to get over herself and talk to someone. She was fucked up in the head, but Bitter-Root hadn’t decided yet if his determination to mind his own business overrode his concern for her well-being.

And she deserved a little fun after everything that had happened, even if it was fucking her up even more.

D: D: D: Bitter-Root. All of my sadface for this fill forever. You are amazing, A!A, and I'm in love with this. <3

Yes. To all of this. OP you are my hero.

When F!Courier throws a slumber party at the Lucky 38, Caesar orders Vulpes to go undercover as a girl to find out information. This means wigs, pretty nightgowns, and getting his nails done by Veronica.

DUDE ALL OF MY YES.

Oh.

My.

GOD.

This would be amazing ownage, and my brain would explode from the sheer awesomeness of it.

TD;LR AMAZING PROMPT IS AMAZING AND OWNS ALL OF MY LADY BONERS AND ALL CAPS FOREVER~

Awwww poor little courier! I almost feel bad at how much this turned me on. Almost.

Anyway, fantastic fill A!A.

Violet steals/saves Betsy from Cook-Cook and the corporal feels oddly grateful. She did mention feeling sorry for those junkie girls every so often.

Dub-con at the most would be preferable, if not completely consensual.

You know how sometimes a person will suffer massive brain trauma and then develop extraordinary talents in some specific activity after they recover? Maybe getting some of his brains blown out was sufficient and Courier slowly starts realizing that he's sudden incredibly amazing at engineering, scientific analysis, speaking, or even something as trivial as art I don't know. It's just been bouncing around in my head for a while.

No romantic stuff is required but I wouldn't object to some M!Courier/Arcade.

Oh right. I don't want it to be where he's like, bragging about it and super proud and a general douche about it. Just a sort of, "this is really weird but it'll be handy, I guess."

I want Pacer doin' the dirty while high on Jet. I prefer slash, with Sergio or King or anon!King or even Courier. But if A!A prefers anyone else, that's cool.

If you'll just excuse me, I'm off to go laugh in a corner for the rest of my life.

Seriously just imagined a blank-faced Vulpes with a blonde, pigtailed wig beneath his doggy hat.

It's like The Hunger Games but sparklier. All of my fifthed, or whatever.

Original prompt asked for Butch/Other Male, but I couldn't help tweaking it to reprompt.

Original Post: Butch the boywhore. I feel dirty asking for this, but UNF. UNF, anons. UNF.

http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5099917#t5099917

The idea of F!Joshua Graham is ridiculously intriguing to me. I've got an idea or two of my own, but I'd love to see what directions other people would take this in.

One thing: I'd prefer it if the rest of the world remained similar to how it is in-game. That means I want to see the Legion as similar as possible to how it is now, except that Joshua was a woman.

I know it's a tall order, possibly impossible, but the quality of the writing here is so consistently wonderful, that I feel like if this happens, it'll happen here.

Oh good lord, someone please fill this magnificent prompt, most preferably with Boone/Arcade since there's not nearly enough of that and there is mountains of M!Courier/Arcade.

Holy God, this prompt is amazing.

I...I love. That is all.

Or split the difference with Boone/M!Courier/Arcade ;)

Doc Richards, Col Hsu, The King... all A+ options too!

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

Nothing Personal 6/6

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

Re: Sergio + The King - Testament to Loneliness [1/1]

Re: Dr. Richards/Arcade - Keep It Down [1/1]

Any Character, any pairings, death and justice in the wasteland

F!Courier/Boone: Angst/Sexy firsttime

Jon Snow+Arcade Gannon, Oathbreaker, 1/1, GoT/FNV crossover

Elizabeth Kieran, "Rosie Palms," 1/1

Cpl. Betsy+Bitter-Root, "All Better Now," 1/1

Re: Cpl. Betsy+Bitter-Root, "All Better Now," 1/1

Re: F!Courier/Boone: Angst/Sexy firsttime

F!Courier/Companions + Vulpes Inculta - Undercover at a Sleepover

Re: F!Courier/Companions + Vulpes Inculta - Undercover at a Sleepover

Re: Nothing Personal 6/6

Violet/Cpl. Betsy, the world's worst rescue

Courier's Massive Brain Injury

Re: Courier's Massive Brain Injury

PacerxAnybody

Re: F!Courier/Companions + Vulpes Inculta - Undercover at a Sleepover

Re: Legion + NCR + other factions: 'Miss Teen Wasteland'

Reprompt with a twist: Butch/Flak/Shrapnel+Prostitution

F!Joshua Graham, Genderbending, any pairing

Re: Arcade/any male -

Re: F!Joshua Graham, Genderbending, any pairing

OP