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

Oh jesus a!a, I bust my lung. Dammit!

Arcade is a noticer. He supposes they all are, in their own way. As As a doctor, his particular speciality lays in noticing why people do the things they do; how and why they hurt. Case in point:

Boone absentmindedly cooks extra food for Charlie whenever he's the one at the campfire. It's clear he hasn't had much in the way of female companionship since meeting her; it's also clear the last of that companionship was a woman who ate for two.

He's positive Charlie knows exactly what's going on. She doesn't voice any complaints, make any comments, just takes the plate and demolishes it, even if she has to stare out over the fire for an extra twenty minutes until something in her gut finally shifts and she can pack the rest of it in. The pair of them can spend days looking like they want to tear each other's throats out, but if it's Boone's turn to do the cooking, no matter what moody snit they're in Charlie's invariably going to end up stuffed to the seams.

Arcade doesn't think the sniper realizes what he's doing, or that the only time he smiles, actually smiles, not a rictus or bared teeth or a contemptuous twist of his lips, is when she sets the plate down clean. The rest of his face can be a thunderous mess, but that little tiny, reflexive little grin will always break out for just a split second when he notices she's finished everything.

He could find Boone's behaviour almost sweet if he hadn't seen the stretchmarks down on Charlie's belly the last time he had to patch her up, so old they're invisible to everything but someone who knows what they are, someone trained to see a body's history. It's why he's positive that Charlie knows what Boone is doing and why she plays along. Why her eyes go dead for the same split-second he smiles. He's filling up a hole in himself by digging the one in her deeper every time, and she lets him. Arcade thinks she'd let Boone dig her hollow, and if he tried to stop it all he would do is make things worse for the pair of them. It's like watching a wound fester, one that's seeped into his own heart.

Sometimes Arcade really wishes he couldn't notice anything at all.

Aww thanks! :D I'm apparently definitely a fan of your prompts.

Oh wow. I don't have the words to properly express how this affected me. This is good. Better than good. Powerful. Especially the last paragraph---filling up a hole inside himself by digging the one in her deeper every time---all my <3 for that line, anon.

I would absolutely read anything you wrote about these characters.

I have so many boners for this fill.

Its always a thrill to see a new update of this fill. Can't wait for the next one!

Multifills? Multifills!

So on this.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. I love this so much! Thank you, A!Author!

Thanks for the love!!

Hurr! Does that mean I'm a celebrity?

God this is heartbreaking.
I'm going to die.
I swear.
I'll die.
If any of these things happening:

-Arcade meets Israel.
-Israel gives up the ghost and has his very slow, careful way with -James because Christ they are getting old, aren't they.
-Boone meets Charon. And Charon approves of Boone, but Boone struggles with the idea that he might be Courier's substitute for him.

I mean Christing hell if Rex met Dogmeat I'd probably wee a little but that's just me and crossovers DDD:

I love all these PCs you manage to dream up- Charlie, Cort, all original and as unique as they should be.

Ohh god, this is beautiful A!A.

Title: A Peculiar Briefing
'Kink': Mojave Matriarchy
Characters: President Kimball, OC.
Summary: President Kimball is briefed on the changes in and around the Mojave.

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James Mason was not a happy man. Usually he was quite upbeat, but today the stress had got to him. Partly this was because he was in the office of President Aaron Kimball, leader of the New California Republic. Mostly, however, it was because of the files he was holding in his hands. He had a feeling the President wasn't about to believe a word he'd said. After, he didn't quite believe it himself.

"So," President Kimball said, a wide and fake smile on his face. "They tell me you know all there is to know about 'New' New Vegas."

"Yes, sir," James Mason squeaked. He cleared his throat and continued in his regular. "Although the area is currently known as New Amazonia."

"Damn foolish name," President Kimball muttered. "But it doesn't matter. What's been happening over there?"

"Right, sir. Well... after the, uhm, incident at Hoover Dam and New Vegas' declaration of independce, it's no secret the Courier directed her attention to the Legion."

"Good job she did, too," President Kimball said. "The Legion is a threat to democracy."

"Yes, sir," James disagreed. "I don't have much information about that period, but it seems the Courier united the various Mojave factions and instigated a slave revolt across the Legion's territory. Since they were left largely leaderless after Hoover Dam, the Legion crumbled with surprising speed and the New Vegas area of influence expanded quite rapidly. And... uhm... that's where... Well, sir, that's where things get a little strange."

"Strange?"

"Sir, it's been suggested that what the Courier saw in the Legion's conquered territories made her somewhat... determined. She was aware of the Legion's treatment of women, but to see it so up close in the heart of their territory... Well, reports indicate she decided women would never be ruled by men ever again."

"I can't really fault her. Equality is a proud ideal."

"No, sir. No man would ever be above a woman in any way whatsover ever again."

"Are you saying she enslaved every last man?"

James nodded uncertaintly. "Sort of, sir. It would be more accurate to say she turned all the men into... into pets, I suppose. Men in New Amazonia have no political or economic influence and must obey whatever a woman tells them to. Even if she's just a four year old girl."

"But that's insane, man," President Kimball blurted out.

"I agree. But that's the way it is. By and large the men are no longer a factor. They till the fields, work in factories, lounge about seductively in casinos so the paying customers have something to look at, that sort of thing. Although, if a man turns out to be exceptionally bright, the may be allowed to join the Followers of the New Dawn."

"The what?"

"Ah, uhm, the, uhm, the former Followers of the Apocalypse, I mean. Sir. You see, the Courier..."

"I don't think that designation applies any more," President Kimball interjected. "The woman is far more than just a courier. What's her real name?"

"Unknown, sir. The freed women from what used to be the Legion call her Athena. The Great Am- The Great Khans call her Kali. The casino families have taken to calling her Fortuna or Venus. The Followers of the Apocalypse call her the Lightbringer and so and so forth," James finished, deciding it would probably be best not to mention that a significant number of citizens of the NCR had taken to calling her Freya.

"Strange names. Do they mean anything?" President Kimball asked.

"In a way, sir. The people of New Amazonia think she's a Goddess, sir. I'm afraid that if anyone still knows her real name, it would be... let me see... ah. Veronica Santangelo, Rose of Sharon Cassidy and one Christine Royce."

"These women are close to her?"

"Very close, sir."

"Perhaps, if the need arises, we would be able to get at her through one of them?"

"I would advise against that, sir," James said hurriedly. "The Courier is a very protective woman. Before she rose to power, the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel did something to hurt Veronica, apparently. Once New Amazonia was established, the Courier led her forces against them. The men were all slaughtered, the women were enslaved and put to work in Succubus."

"Succubus?"

"Gomorrah, sir. In short, sir, I would suggest not antagonising the Courier if at all possible."

President Kimball rapped his fingers on his desk. "Sounds to me they've got some insane cult of personality going over there. Still, all we've got to do is wait it out. Once this woman dies, her empire will die with her."

"That's possible, sir, though I must admit she did manage to weld a lot of different factions into a cohesive whole. The woman on the street may worship her as a Goddess, but once she dies there are any number of women who share her vision and leadership skills who could step in and take over. New Amazonia has become more than one woman, sir."

"I'm not liking your conclusions, man."

"Sorry, sir," James said.

"So... what do we do about this?"

James swallowed uncomfortably. "I suggest you step down immediately, sir."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but the Courier will not tolerate men ruling over women. So long as the NCR has a male president, diplomatic relations with New Amazonia are impossible."

"Out of the question. No, we'll find some other wa-"

"Sir!"

The doors were flung open and a pale-faced aide rushed into the office.

"This had better be important," President Kimball growled.

"Sir, it's the New Vegas army, sir. They've crossed the border."

The colour drained from James' face. "I'm sorry, Mister President," he said quietly. "It seems my report has come too late."

Poor Kimball, his day is about to get a lot worse. I Love It! And I love that Christine isn't stuck in the Sierra Madre, alone. <3

XD I'm very glad you enjoyed it!

This is amazing. Like, so amazing. I loved the way you tied in the Bible verses, and how she was the one who hurt him, and just...

I'm speechless, anon. <3

Hahahaha! This is win, anon. Sheer, utter, terrifying win.

I love you forever.

Yesssss !!!
This is brilliant

I wouldn't mind getting some more Fallout 2 up in here. Maybe do cross-the-fandom stuff? Get ourselves a Zombieland style Chosen One searching for that very last Fancy Lad Snack Cake for the Village Elder? Or maybe a musical, idk? Feed me, Mryon. Feeeed meeee!

Please.

It's very late (early?) where I am and this is going to have a thousand typos and errors I will shake my fist at later. There's a bit of dirty-talking.. and maybe uhm.. tag this under breath!kink as well, mods? I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN OP. I'M SO SORRY.

There was something to be said about big surprises coming out of the quiet ones. Or, maybe he was misquoting there.

"Gannon. We do not actually have all night," he groaned, and buried a hand roughly into Arcade's hair, loose blond curls bobbing and falling all over his face.

He didn't receive a reply back, thank God, and Boone thrust smoothly up into the doctor's pliant mouth. His semi-eratic pumping had inspired rivulets of saliva to pool into his own groin, and it was chilling.

Arcade whined pitifully and ground himself harder into the mattress in a fruitless search for purchase, sucking his cock down to the root before pulling back up with an obnoxious slurp.

Pulling off and jerking him with quick tugs, Arcade regained his breath, panting, "You know, this might just go faster if you actually helped me out a little, here."

Emboldened by the spit quickly drying on his strikingly unique chin and the unholy flush to his cheeks, Boone complied and flipped their positions- Arcade with his back to the mattress, pined like he might float up to the ceiling, as Boone worked his way up the bed. Muscles shaking and trying his best not to lock knees, he carefully fed his member into Arcade's waiting mouth.

"Fucking about time," he sighed weakly, and arched his ass into the air a bit to let Arcade stretch his neck out, sucking in earnest and obviously anxious for him to get to it. It hadn't been his suggestion to try this out, at times still feeling freshly widowed even though it had been nearly a year since he had started fucking Arcade and even longer since his wife's passing. But after enough encouragement and trial experimentation, bravery in the bedroom was starting to pay off.

"Alright, Gannon, you want it?" A particularly enthusiastic palming of his balls had him clenching his hands in the sheets and bearing down a little more forcefully into Arcade's waiting mouth. "Then I'll fucking give it to you."

Thrusting down the rest of the way into the long line of the ex-Follower's throat, he ground just that side of too hard, forcing a muted, satisfied grunt out of Arcade and a long, high moan out of Boone as he began to rock and tried not to count the seconds.

It had taken a long time for him to get comfortable with this, but Arcade's hands were reassuring and attentive, petting his thighs and encouraging him deeper. You might be choking me, he had once said with a sharp smile, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't breath.

Evident in the desperate and noisy workings of his tongue and the slight tickling of a nose against his pubic hairs, Boone knew he wasn't harming him, and pulled back to thrust deeper again, shoulders tightening as his orgasm approached. It paid to be careful, sometimes.

The bed was shaking, and it wasn't just from the exertion of keeping upright and not spearing Arcade through like a skewer. Without the slight and unkind friction of even the bed, Arcade dug his heels into the mattress and came under him, quaking, and moaning around him like a call girl.

As if released from invisible bonds, Boone pulled up and out, slamming a hand up to catch himself on the wall and quickly fumbling for himself. Straightening up to get a good view, he spurted thick and sudden over the cliff of Arcade's chin and down the slope of his collarbone, small droplets beading his lips as he got his breath back.

Dick still in hand and eyes a bit wide, Boone stared at the thoroughly debauched doctor with no small amount of wonder and satisfaction in his eyes. Arcade smiled back and made a half-hearted attempt at batting his eyes, though it produced more of a blink and a smirk.

"So," he wheezed, nails scratching lovingly over the jutting hipbones of the still-looming sniper, "worth it or worth it?"

a/n: I hope this was what you wanted, OP! Sorry it's so tiny. :[

Well Shucks.Really? I though it was mediocre at best. This made my day, thank you!

This was amazing! Boone/Arcade is my favorite pairing, and this was hot and perfect and UNF. Please tell me you've written more of these two.

I never really thought of Boone having the small ticks and odd mannerisms that a recently traumatized person would have.

Wow, I think this made me a different person.

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

Re: Don't screw with the Do

F!Courier+Boone/Arcade ficlet - Outside Looking In

Re: Rosolare la Donna 2/2 OP

Re: F!Courier+Boone/Arcade ficlet - Outside Looking In

Re: Ballad of the Wandering Maiden 1/?

Re: Torch Songs 15/?

Re: Prequel to New Vegas

Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2 - OP

Re: By the spirits of my tribe 1/1 OP A!A

Re: Keep Your Composure 18/?

Re: A!A Here!

Re: The Moon and the Water, 1/1

FILL: A Peculiar Briefing (1/2) (Genfic; implied Courier/Veronica/Cass/Christine)

FILL: A Peculiar Briefing (2/2) (Genfic; implied Courier/Veronica/Cass/Christine)

Re: FILL: A Peculiar Briefing (2/2) (Genfic; implied Courier/Veronica/Cass/Christine)

Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2 - OP

Re: The Moon and the Water, 1/1

Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2

Re: F!Lone Wanderer/Charon - Daddykink

Re: Crossover: Fallout/MOVIE OF YOUR CHOICE

Re: F!LW becomes a Raider

Minifill! - Breathless 1/1 (Please multifill, just offering a slice of the cake.)

Re: Don't screw with the Do

Re: Minifill! - Breathless 1/1 OP

Re: F!Courier+Boone/Arcade ficlet - Outside Looking In