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About last night.... a month ago

[(Anonymous)]

A month or so after he had a drunken night of passion with one of his female companions, The Courier finds out that he is going to be a father and all hell proceeds to break loose.

Bonus points will be awarded if he managed to get them *both* pregnant.

Re: About last night.... a month ago

[(Anonymous)]

... At the SAME TIME? Because that would be HILARIOUS.

F!Courier/Boone - Singing and Voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not sure if this has been posted before, so if it has, I'm so sorry!

I was watching "Who Framed Roger Rabbit", and I can't believe I missed the connection with the song that Jessica Rabbit sings and how it's the same song on the radio on New Vegas.

For those of you who don't know what the hell I'm talking about...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yy5THitqPBw

What I really really want to see is F!Courier doing this to Boone at the Tops Casino. Let's have some over the top seduction and the Courier in an extremely sexy slinky dress (maybe she always wears a ton of clothes so they've never seen her quite that naked before?)

The kink? Boone and Courier have sex for the first time right behind the stage, while desperately trying to stay quiet to keep anyone from hearing.

Super Bonus If: The President or some other equally big important NCR official is witness to this, and accidentally walks in on them. Then stays and watches.

Re: F!Courier/Boone - Singing and Voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

Ohh that dress you get from the sierra madre of Vera's would be perfect too!

I have a huge voyer kink, I really want this to be filled.

Fatal Frame/Fallout:NV Crossover

[(Anonymous)]

For one of the endings in Dead Money (since I have not yet played Lonesome Road), . Years later, the Courier decides to go back to the so-called cursed place (With proper protection against the Cloud), and on the way, discovers the Camera Obscura. At first, he/she finds no real value to it, but carries it along with him/her, in case it possessed some value.

What the Courier later discovers is that all the people that lived in the Mojave are trapped in the form of tortured spirits/ghosts that can only be released via exorcism, to which the Camera Obscura can do.

Basically, I want a prompt where the Courier goes around meeting/fighting the ghosts of the late Mojave residents. Are they friendly or hostile? Good or evil? Do they leave hints/notes/warnings for the Courier? The rest is up to you. My apologies for the lengthy prompt, but I was pondering this idea while playing.

(P.S., if you don't know what Fatal Frame is, you can look at the wiki here: http://www.cameraslens.com/fatalframewiki/index.php5?title=Main_Page )

Old West AU

[(Anonymous)]

I know Fallout Vegas already goes heavy on the western stylings, but I want more. I want stories involving the characters set in the wild west of old, with whatever adjustments you find necessary!

Do whatever you want with the plot- I'm partial to Boone/F!Courier, but that would just be a bonus. Go wild!

Cass, "Plea for a Fallen Woman," Minifill

[(Anonymous)]

Summary: a brief snippet with a re-imagined, old-west Cass.
A/N: Boot River, Texas, is completely made up. The historical events referenced are not.

The city of Boot River, Texas, was not without its scandals. The most controversial of its two thousand residents was doubtless Miss Cassidy-her daddy had been a Texas Ranger before he got hisself killed in the Mexican War (no body had ever been recovered, and Miss Cassidy insisted that he was still alive, though she was quite happy to collect his pension). Her mother had been baptized into the Christian church for love of Miss Cassidy's father, though she had died of a fever sometime after her daughter's 16th birthday.

Miss Cassidy had her father's red hair and her mother's high cheekbones. She was what was euphemistically referred to as a 'prairie dove,' having eloped with a gold miner after her mother's death. No one saw neither hide nor hair of her for years, until the day she breezed back into town with a bare ring finger and the deed to a Californian gold mine.

Her unexpected homecoming gave rise to a flurry of rumors. Whether you considered the rumors of divorce or murder to be more scandalous was dependent largely upon whether you attended mass or church on Sunday. Miss Cassidy rented herself a room in the boarding house and never again mentioned her erstwhile husband. She lived comfortably off the income from her mine and spent her days drinking in Moriarty's Saloon and shunning the advances of men willing to overlook her sordid past in order to acquire her considerable wealth.

FLW/Vance

[(Anonymous)]

Anything to see these two together! Please no group sex or dub/noncon.

I Will Love You in Silence Pt. 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted OP!

Characters: Female Lone Wanderer, Vance
Kinks: Infidelity? maybe.
Relationship: Het
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She had caught Vance's eye the first day they met. Even with his wife in the same room as them, the urge to take the lone wanderer was far too strong to suppress. It wasn't long after her first trip to Meresti that their relationship grew from business to romance. Either no one noticed or no one cared that she came by as often as she did for 'personal training'. Something that did start out as vampiric training and turned into a heated love affair. He had grown so accustom to her that when her appearances took longer than normal, he became anxious.

Vance looked up from the table he was sitting on when the clicking of high heels echoed throughout the tunnels. There was only one dame was crazy enough to sport three inch pumps while killing mirelurkes and taking names. A smile stretched across Vance's face as her bubbly face lit up the eroded train station. She walked over to where Vance was seated and smirked at him.

"Ready for more training?"

He nodded and rose from his seat, leaving the family downstairs as he watched the teenager strut before him. She nodded subtly towards the room that once held Ian, not waiting for a response from him.

She slipped out of her shoes and unbuttoned the pink dress that clung to her chest. Skimming down to nothing except the lacy black panties she spent so long to find. She could feel Vance behind her.

Words were not needed for them.

She teasingly pushed the fabric down her hips before tossing them off to the side, knowing Vance liked to see her do it. She hopped up onto the edge of the mattress. Vance locked the doors behind him, not taking a chance on someone walking in on them. Eyes not leaving hers even as his hands worked at the belt looped around his waist.

They never talked about it.

She smiled up at him as she spread her thighs apart. Angling her hips up from the mattress, putting herself on display for his hungry eyes. He yanked the zipper down before finally freeing himself, not bothering to take the rest of his clothing off. Calloused hands slid under her legs and pulled her flush against him.

Not even while in the act.

Impatient, she reached down to grab him, squeezing his girth slightly to get a pleased groan from him as she pushed him forward. She rubbed the tip against herself before pushing her hips forward and taking in the head of his member. She stifled a sigh and closed her eyes at the sensation. Concentrating on the feeling of it as Vance thrust the rest of the way into her.

Words were a waste of time.

They didn't pause to adjust or savor it, not while time was still so limited and the risks of being caught were so high. She wrapped her legs around Vance as he accelerated his pace, fucking her in a desperate, almost savage way. He angled her hips higher, moving until she started to gasp and mewl under his hand. She placed one arm around his neck for support and the other went between them to rub her throbbing clit.

F!Courier/Companions - Cannibalism

[(Anonymous)]

The Courier, though normally a charming and charismatic young woman is a cannibal as her companions soon find out. And she doesn't just eat people, she starts ripping them apart and eating them raw as soon as they hit the ground. Not only that but she gets sexual pleasure out of it.

Her companions are terrified, as is everyone else. Even the Legion, who normally accepts cannibalism, finds her gruesome.

Dessert

[(Anonymous)]

I tried, OP. I hope this is what you wanted.

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It was incredible to Arcade that he had once felt something like affection for the girl they all called Six. She had managed to survive a point-blank shot to the head, claw her way out of her own grave, and proceed to claw her way to the top of the metaphorical New Vegas totem pole. He used to fondly look back on the day she found him at the Old Mormon Fort, smoothly asking him if he wanted to help her change the Mojave. She used to inspire such admiration and awe.

Now, she inspired nothing but terror and revulsion.

The first time it had happened, Boone tried to attribute it to a sick form of PTSD, doggedly ignoring Arcade’s assertion that eating people was not, in fact, a symptom of being shot in the head. At least that one was already dead when she sank her teeth into his forearm.

The next time it happened, the Legionarie hadn’t even stopped coughing up blood when the Courier knelt down and ripped his throat out with her teeth. But that wasn’t even the worst part; the worst part was when she began to moan between wet bites of flesh and her hand disappeared beneath her skirt. Boone remained stony-faced as they walked away, unable to pull her away from her kill. In response to Arcade’s alarmed cry of [i]what the fuck, you can’t tell me that’s because she was shot in the head![/i], Boone just responded that he didn’t give a shit how she killed Legionaries as long as she was killing them.

The third time it happened, it was too late for Boone to admit he had seriously mistaken the Courier’s reasons for cannibalism. She had slit the throat of a young NCR soldier on patrol, but just as she was bending her head to bite off the soldier’s ear, Boone struck her across the temple with the butt of his rifle.

“I can’t stand by and let you do this shit,” Boone growled, stepping toward her as she scrambled backwards, one hand to her bleeding temple. “The NCR may not be perfect, but I served with these men.”

Instead of responding to Boone, Six turned her wide eyes on Arcade and said, “Arcade, help me.”

For a moment, Arcade felt a wave of sympathy for her, just a poor bleeding girl with a bullet in her head and a psychologically fucked-up sniper’s rifle in her face.

Then she surged forward like an animal, tugging the business end of the rifle past her with one hand and swinging her bloody knife for Boone’s throat with the other.

All of Arcade’s sympathy vanished as Boone fell to his knees, crimson spewing from his jugular. He stared at Arcade from over his skewed sunglasses, his eyes both shocked and accusing.

The Courier knelt beside Boone, gripping the collar of his bloody shirt, closed her mouth over the slit in Boone’s throat and sucked hard, moaning deep in her throat as she did so. Boone’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped against Six’s shoulder, dead. Arcade watched, frozen in horror, as she let him drop with a sickening thud and straddled him, rocking against his pelvis as she sank her teeth into his neck.

Arcade turned abruptly and started staggering away, but before he could get far, he had to stop and vomit on his boots. He didn’t have time to register the filth and the horror and [i]oh my God, she slaughtered him like a Brahmin[/i] before he felt the cool metal kiss and click of a pistol against the back of his head.

“Not so fast, Arcade,” she said in the same smooth voice she used the day she picked him up at the Old Mormon Fort. “Stay for dessert.”

M!Courier/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Someone is deliberately trying to make the Courier come in his pants.

(I had the delightful mental image of Arcade cornering the Courier in an abandoned building, pushing him against the wall and rubbing his cock through his trousers while whispering filth in his ear. However, any pairing is fine with me.)

Re: M!Courier/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

That mental image is way more arousing than it has any right to be. SECONDED.

Love for the Misfits

[(Anonymous)]

I read this awesome fill featuring the Misfits and I discovered how much I actually like them.

Callsign is Grizzly
http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6556813#t6556813

So now I want the Misfits get some loving. If you pair them up with each other in any constellation or with the Courier and companions (I kinda envision Cass/OHanrahan, Arcade/Pointdexter, Mags/Boone and Razz/F!Courier because she can be a mean little smartass bitch) is not really relevant as long as the Misfits get some consensual happy lovings.

Over and out.

Good as Gold, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Characters: Razz, Mags
Pairing: Razz/Mags
Kinks: None
Summary: Love means never saying you're sorry for swearing like a motherfucker. And oops, no companions, sorry OP!

Mags was a better swimmer than him. She’d grown up on the shore of one of California’s few clean lakes. She said her dad had her swimming before she was walking, but Razz is pretty sure that’s bullshit. But she’s cute and he likes her, so he lets it slide.

He wouldn’t usually. Razz doesn’t do idioms or turns-of-phrase or whatever. They bug him. He thinks people should say what they mean without gussying their words up with sayings that don’t really mean anything. Like, he knows Mags wasn’t swimming before she was walking, so why say it?

But again. She’s cute and he likes her.

Those were words that, three months ago, he would have been pretty sure he’d never say. Mags was always cute, but he never really liked her, not in a substantial way. She talked too much, and she didn’t have a sense of humor, and she hated his guts for a long time. But then that Courier came around and had a sit-down with each of them, and now the Misfits are the pride and joy of Camp Golf and he’s sleeping with Mags regularly.

‘Sleeping with’ is another phrase he doesn’t like. He doesn’t sleep with Mags. He fucks her. But she’d say that was a vulgar expression, and she doesn’t like vulgarity, so he says they sleep together. It’s a polite way to put it, but it means the same thing. He, Razz, is having sex with Mags.

And even though he thought she was kind of a bitch, he really likes her now. He figured out that she does have a sense of humor, she just doesn’t think jokes about shit and fucking and how Poindexter’s a fag are funny. She likes jokes about sarcasm.

Razz thinks it’s boring as hell, but he’ll listen to all of her jokes, if only to listen to her talk. She’s got a great voice, almost as good as her figure, and she moves her hands around a lot when she talks. He used to think it was annoying, but now it’s just another little thing about her that he thinks is cute. That and her freckles and the faces she makes when Poindexter’s rattling on about shit no one cares about and the way she always tries her hardest the little mole on her hipbone.

She hates that mole, but he thinks it’s kinda sexy. It’s like a secret, and he kisses it every time they get freaky, and he thinks she likes it too, even though she says she doesn’t. Mags ain’t shy about what she likes and doesn’t like, neither. She doesn’t like him pinching her nipples or licking her face, but she likes hair pulling and kisses that start on her mouth and go all the way down.

Mostly, she likes fucking, and Razz likes that too. But he also likes how when they’re done, she lays back and closes her eyes, and he puts his head on her chest and listens to her heart beating. It’s weird, that the touching is almost better than the fucking. Razz thought maybe he was some sort of freak, so he asked the medic about it, and the medic just laughed and told him he was in love.

Razz thinks that’s bullshit. He likes Mags more than he’s ever liked any girl, but that’s only cause she’s his own age and not all dried out from chems. There’s a lot about her to like, but that doesn’t mean he’s in love. Not with her, not with any girl.

But if he had to be in love, it wouldn’t be so bad, being in love with her. She’s cute and he likes her a lot.

MLW/female raiders (Non-Con)

[(Anonymous)]

The lone wanderer gets captured by a gang of ALL female raiders where they threaten to kill him unless he pleasures all of them

Bonus points for:
- If he enjoys it and asks if he can stay
- He get's one (Or all of them if you want) pregnant

Stray Sheep (1/4)

[(Anonymous)]

_{Not even a seconding? While, I liked this prompt.}
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“What’dr want, pretty boy?”, Jake’s head snaps back, he grits his teeth and tension wells in his chest. He will not cry.

“I’m wondering if perhaps you saw a man pass through. In a vault jumpsuit, like mine”, Jake asks, turning around slowly to show off his clothes. It is in vain, the rough and jagged man goes back to piecing together his gun in an instant. Jake bites his lip, tears rushing back. He will not cry. His left foot moves back almost on its own, in a need to leave this uncaring man be. But no, he must find his dad. He has to be strong, even if just for now.

“S-so, have you”, Jake asks, trying to put as much force behind his soft voice as possible. He jabs his head up in a push of determined fire, looking down at the man from his long lashes. One of his many black curls sways from the motion. It stills quickly in the stagnant air.

“You wanna know what’d I seen, boy?”, the man gives Jake his full attention now, standing. He smiles wide, showing a jagged maw missing most of its teeth. Jake fights the urge to squirm, having to tilt his head up to look at the man. “Do ya?”, the man asks, excited. He wipes away some drool that starts to spill out of his lips. A snort follows.

“Y-yes, sir. Please”

“Fifty caps”, he smiles. Jake frowns. He’s heard talk of caps. They seem valuable, probably a currency. But he has yet to seen any in person, much less have any.

“Sorry, but I don’t have any caps”, he look down, and the tears finally start to pool in his eyes. “See, I’ve been the vault my whole life with my dad, but my dad left and so the Overseer panicked and I had to leave too. I just want to find my dad”, despite the raw fear and confusion that has clung to the lost boy since his tender steps out of the vault just hours ago, he managed to fight back the tears for leaving his eyes. The man, however, sat back down half way through his story, no interest in him. He hasn’t had much better luck with anyone else, and he needs the information.

“Please sir”, he asks, one final attempt. He needs this information. He can’t let this go.

“Al’ight, al’ight, I’ll let you know”, the man waved his hand in defeat. A small smile spreads across his face. His eyes held no warmth; they were frightening empty even. But at last, he spoke. “Jus’ outsi’e the ‘ates of Megaton, go straight. ‘Ight on through the town, to the schoo’. I ‘eard he was makin’ camp there”, he smiles wider, but Jake was already off. He knew his dad couldn’t be that far.

“Thanks mister!”, he yells back, almost forgetting his manners. He hurries through the gates, but pauses as he leaves the relative safety of the city. Outside, it is truly cruel. Sand whips through the air, covering sounds just enough to make them unidentifiable. Already, he had been confronted by a strang animal. A giant, hairless rat that left a deep bite in his leg, the worst injury of his life. Worse than when Butch threw him against those pipes. He was left bleeding and afraid that he was going to die. After staying down and crying for some time, he realized that he had to keep moving. He took his undershirt and tied it around his leg. It still hurts, throbs with heat. He is worried about an infection, but once he gets to his dad, he can fix it up. And he’ll show his dad how strong he is too.

Charon/Willow flirty/smutty/ghoulie het

[(Anonymous)]

Someone, somewhere, at sometime mentioned this pairing on the world wide interwebs.

And now I can't see them without each other.

I'm open for anything on this. As long as its consensual.

'Dwelling' (1a/1)

[(Anonymous)]

pairing: Charon/Willow
kink: ghoul
character: charon, willow, winthrop, quinn
summary: Charon visits Underworld after a few months away with the Vaultie.

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“Why are you still out here? I heard the mall has been pretty quiet.”

Charon leaned against the concrete ledge that lead down to the metro. Arms crossed and body hunched.

“Every town needs a Welcome Center, you know,” Willow smiled and slung her rifle to her back. She swung her hips as she walked closer to him, tapping his boot with her own. Months had passed since his last visit--a “vacation” his sightseer liked to call it.

Charon's eyes stayed on the mall, watching dust float in the horizon. The line where the ground met the buildings always blurred around dusk. Willow was one of the few reasons he kept returning to Underworld. The place was full of memories he'd rather forget, events that often replayed in his nightmares. But it was familiar, the faces, the walls, the smell. He knew it, so there was less to worry about.

“Cigarette?” Willow grinned as Charon glanced back.

She lit one and Charon's careful fingers plucked the stick from her mouth and not the one she was offering. He smirked as he felt the moistness of the paper on his own lips. From her bright red lips.

“How's your little tourist?”

He shrugged and watched her step in front of him, one leg between his. “Still a kid. Dumb and reckless. Has a house out in Big Town, now.”

She hummed and a large plume of smoke fell from her nose. “How long you staying this time?”

“Long enough to need work.” He pulled a flake of tobacco from his tongue.

“Winthrop can probably find you something. In the mean time, though, I've got some ways to keep you occupied.” Willow's finger slid between Charon's belt and jacket, moving side to side.

Charon huffed. “I would rather get some rest right now.”

“Do you still have a key?” she stepped back and he nodded.

“Find me when you wake up.”

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Her room was simple. A bed, a dresser, a few shelves of food. She had hung up old carpets on the walls. He tossed his things on the dresser and undressed. He saw her in everything. The empty nuka cola and vodka bottles with red lipstick on the mouths. The ripped stockings she had hung up. She saved food packages to draw on, little sketches of the mall, old buildings from her dreams. Her scent was soaked into the bed. He breathed her in with his face in the pillow.

His nightmares were manageable in an empty room in a guarded town, if Underworld could be called a 'town'. He would thrash and wake up, reaching for his gun in terror. It took a while for his mind to exit the dream and enter the reality of a quiet bed.

Charon was out again by the time Willow came in. He was grinding what was left of his teeth and his hands were balled into fists. She watched him closely as she changed her clothes, ready to talk him back to earth if he saw red.

F!Courier/Everyone - Wizard of Oz

[(Anonymous)]

The courier must go on an adventure to the magical city of New Vegas to consult The Great Mr. House and retrieve her Dazzling Platinum Chip from Benny, the Wicked Bitch of The Tops.

So she follows the Long 15 and gains some companions along the way. A dog, Rex, Boone, a man with no brain, Vulpes Inculta, a man with no heart, and Arcade, a man with no courage. They are helped along the way by Yes Man, the Good Robot of New Vegas.

If you think about it there are hundreds of parallels you can make between New Vegas and The Wizard of Oz. Heck, Victor even says something about the courier being Dorothy and him being the Tin Man.

Home is Where the Heart Is, 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Kinks: crossover, crack

Canon Characters: F!Courier, Vulpes Inculta, Craig Boone, Arcade Gannon, Rex, the King, Mr. House, Benny, Dr. Usinagi

Summary: Courier Six loses her memory and with it, all hope of returning home. With a ragtag band of companions, she follows the Long 15 seeking the help of the great and powerful Mr. House. But the cost of House's aid is higher than any of them expected and will pit Six against a wicked foe and his gang of blue-suited monkeys.

= = = =

There’s no place like Goodsprings. There’s no place like Goodsprings.

If she had a pair of red shoes, Six would’ve tapped them together and wished herself back to Doc Mitchell’s house. Ah, Goodsprings, that sleepy little town full of honest little people, where the most pressing problems were geckos and Trudy’s blinkered radio.

It wasn’t home, but it’d been the next closest thing since Benny and the Khans had come roaring into her life like a human tornado, kicking up dust and making her whole world go topsy-turvy.

She pictured the flickering lights of the Prospector Saloon and it occurred to her that Sunny would probably be perched up on a barstool ‘round about now, with Cheyenne crouched at her feet, wagging his tail while a mournful country song played on the jukebox. It’d be nice to be there now, belly-up to the bar, slurping back a cold Sasparilla and catching up on the local gossip.

Of course, just about any place would be better than being tied up in a janitor’s closet at the Tops while Benny and one of his lackeys, a monkey in a blue suit, alternated between sweet-talking and roughing her up.

Right now, it was Benny’s shift so the bullshit was flying thick and fast but at least she didn’t have worry about taking a fist in the gut.

“C’mon now, baby, ol’ Benny ain’t got all day. I just want you to tell me a little story about Mr. House and that big shiny palace of his.”

She kept working at the ties around her wrists. “What is it you want, Benny? You honestly think you can take down House?”

“Why not? He ain’t such a wizard. Me and the Chairmen, we got this thing in the bag. Now, you sing like a good little canary and maybe I don’t finish what I started in Goodsprings. You’re a survivor, kid, and I can respect that. You don’t have to go down swinging for House.”

Six doubted the sincerity of his offer. He wanted her Platinum Chip and the only way to be sure that she wouldn’t reclaim it was to shoot her good and dead. If it’d taken him this long, it was because he was squeamish. He wanted even his mortal enemies to think he was a real cool cat before he shot them, execution-style.

She decided to encourage his verbosity and see where it led. “Alright. So there’s a change in management. You and the Chairmen take over New Vegas. Are you going to improve things or is it all just business as usual?”

He launched off on some long spiel about how he and his goons were going to make Vegas swing, how every scene would be hopping with ring-a-ding girls and hip cats, how the booze would flow like a river down the Strip and the lights would shine so bright you’d be able to see them clear across the Colorado.

Six’s wrists chafed against the rope, rubbing her skin raw. At last, she managed to wriggle part of her right hand out of the binding, hooking a thumb over the top of the knot and prying out each of her fingers.

One hand free. Now what would she do with it?

She spotted a bucket of soapy water sitting on the floor. It looked heavy to lift one-handed, but she might be able to manage it, with the adrenalin pulsing through her, giving her some unexpected strength.

Her hand shot down, seizing the bucket's handle and she pitched the soapy water in Benny’s face.

Arcade/The King

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please. Yes please! Kinks and plot are totally up to the author's discretion, but I'd prefer no non/dub-con or angsty woe!

Re: Arcade/The King

[(Anonymous)]

YES

F!courier/Dr Cullen

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know how I don't know why, all I know is that I need this like now!

Re: F!courier/Dr Cullen

[(Anonymous)]

At first I was all Hmmmm, Dr. Cullen why is that so familiar and then I was all OH NO YOU DIDN'T *SNAP IN Z FORMATION* and then I realized that I secretly read all the Twilight novels and secretly read Twilight/Harry Potter crossovers with Edward/Harry action and I HAVE NO DIGNITY except for I pretend I do.

So yeah this is totally possible because vampire and should happen because Dr. Cullen is hot end of story. God, I'll be in the corner, crying over my lack of life....

M!Courier/BOTTOMING, SEXUALITY-STRUGGLING BOONE

[(Anonymous)]

On top of fighting basically alone against the Legion not counting the courier's band of weirdos, on top of trying desperately to avenge his wife, on top of having a death wish, the Courier's shown interest in him. Boone's pretty sure he's straight and yet...

Long prompt short, I want an "if it's you it's okay" thing going on with Boone and the Courier. With Boone being the bottom.

Re: M!Courier/BOTTOMING, SEXUALITY-STRUGGLING BOONE

[(Anonymous)]

THIS, DAMMIT! I'd love to see Boone bottoming for once.

Vulpes/Anybody, scary!sex

[(Anonymous)]

Vulpes never smiles, except for during sex. And when he does

it's TERRIFYING.

Cue appropriately horrified reactions from your partner of choice.

Re: Vulpes/Anybody, scary!sex

[(Anonymous)]

Dude. Dude. I can so see this happening. Imagine.... Vulpes' (perhaps unwilling) partner is prepared for the worst/most painful sex of their life... and then Vulpes smiles, and is gentle and maybe even loving. Cue said partner being terrified and all WAIT IS THIS REAL LIFE DID I DIED. (Although yeah, that sounds kind of cracky now that I think about it but dammit, I want)

I would give my left ovary for this to happen with M!Courier.

James/M!LW, M!LW on top

[(Anonymous)]

I love all the James/F!LW porn (unf <3) but I'd like to see something a little different: James/M!LW, with M!LW topping. I've read fics with James getting topped and it was delicious, anons. The only way I can think of it being even more delicious is if it were M!LW doing the topping.

Re: James/M!LW, M!LW on top

[(Anonymous)]

thisthisthis pleassssse, oh my god I'm losing it at the mere thought.

ahem. seconded.

Ringo/M!Courier

[(Anonymous)]

I... don't really have any kinks in mind, but I guess breath play and gentle teasing would be nice. Just because I feel like Ringo is a really nice guy, as is the Courier, and they would be so sweeeeeet together! I don't really have any plot points in mind, but I would really like it if this were to take place later in the game. Perhaps when you meet Ringo again at the Crimson Caravan?

I just imagine Ringo having the hots for the Courier (especially since he tried his damn hardest to help the caravaneer out), but he's a nice guy and the Courier just recovered from a gunshot to the head, so, you know. There's also the whole does he like guys bit. Cue the Courier visiting the Crimson Caravan for the first time with Arcade, and maybe Ringo gets a little jealous? Maybe Arcade realizes that Ringo is pining over the Courier, and has to enlighten him to this fact, much to Arcade's amusement.

Re: Ringo/M!Courier

[(Anonymous)]

Ohh, yeah, I dig Ringo too! He is pretty cute, ahaha. I would love to see anything written for this prompt!

What's up, kmeme?

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Re: What's up, kmeme?

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry about that I feel like a derp now :P

Jericho/anyone

[(Anonymous)]

I sooooooo LOVE Jericho and would love to see more!!! IF NO ONE DOES IT, IAM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SELF FILLING.....

Re: Jericho/anyone

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No need to wait, anon. Go ahead and fill, just let us know it's you. :)

More viking!Legion

[(Anonymous)]

I loved Havamal, and I'd like to see more viking!Legion, whether as a sequel or unconnected. I'd especially like to see some het slavery in there (blame it on my fetish for dominant warrior types.)

Re: More viking!Legion

[(Anonymous)]

Det er Havamal-Anon her og jeg siger tak. Så nu skal vi drikke mjød og bruger vores kvinder og vi skal slosse og æde indtil Ragnarøk kommer.

In other words, thanks for the praise, now you've made it impossible for me NOT to write another installment or two in 'my' AU there.

MAY THOR'S HAMMER STRIKE YOU DOWN, YOU WEAKLING!!!

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Thomas Hildern/F!Courier - Anything Goes

[(Anonymous)]

He was such a pompous bastard in the 'There Stands the Grass' quest, that I can't help but want sexy times to happen!

I honestly have no preference on kinks or the level of consent, so do whatever pleases you. Feel free to add whatever kinks strike your fancy.

Although I would just die of happiness if you included some science talk or non-con/dub-con to it. But really, I will love anything I get.

Hildern/F!Courier – "Apologies, Doctor Hildern" – minifill, 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Tags: het, restraint, dub-con, fingering, oral.

“This wasn't what I meant when I–“

Hildern quickly silenced the Courier, sticking two fingers in her mouth. The velvet-soft touch of Esmé's tongue made his cock grow even harder than he thought possible, and he took a moment to compose himself as her tongue fruitlessly tried to push him out.

“You offered to compensate me for not bringing back the data,” he grumbled, sticking those fingers deeper until she was gagging. There was nowhere for her to escape, tied to the desk in his office and on her hands and knees. He used his other hand to pat her head. “Get them good and wet now, for your own good.”

A shiver of nervousness went through her and she lapped at the two fingers until he suddenly pulled them out, saliva dripping all over her chin and his desk as he trailed them down her side. In the chill night air of the terminal building, small goosebumps rose up on the dirty skin.

“I wanted to, I promise, I just...”

Tired of that running mouth, he pushed her head down on the table as he fingered her ass. She gasped and squirmed, the tight little ring clenching around his thick fingers as he moved them in slowly to ensure she felt each painful sting. “Your promises are as empty as your tight little ass,” he commented, yanking his fingers out. The hole gaped before closing, and she unconsciously arched back towards him as much as she could.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, voice low.

“Sorry that you hindered the progress of food to feed the NCR? Sorry that you single-handedly destroyed my chance at greatness due to your neglectful nature?” Though the buttocks were already red and swollen, he couldn't restrain himself and gave them another slap. “That little pathetic word does not even begin to cover the damage you have inflicted.”

Without warning he shoved the two fingers back in, and she cried out as he thrust them roughly in and out, the other hand squeezing her ass-cheeks to keep her still.

Despite how he was enjoying those cries of pained pleasure, he did not wish for anyone to come and investigate the unorthodox noises – well, uncommon for his office anyway, he thought bitterly. Though with her reluctant agreement to repay the damages she had caused personally, that was bound to change...

Withdrawing, he walked over to the sink and cleaned his hands before closing the door, now and then sparing a glance in her direction: she was straining against the ropes, nails scratching marks into the surface of his table, and dripping arousal onto his request papers. Hildern did not think Colonel Hsu would much mind, seeing as that wound-up headache got no pussy either. In fact, if memory served him right, he'd heard the Colonel cursing her name across the hall the other day, some involvement in a troubling mess somewhere out in the Mojave.

She seemed intent on causing problems for the NCR. Typical Mojave tribal brat, scared of anything that wasn't on the casino floor.

Wiping his hands on a towel, he stepped in front of her, tilting her head upwards. The chin was sharp, the jutting bone of her jaw digging into his finger. He ran a thumb over her trembling lower lip and she sucked it in, eyes flicking between meeting his and focusing on the prominent erection still tucked into his pants.

Arcade/Other male+getting "outed"

[(Anonymous)]

Humbly requesting a story based on the following comment from Reddit user TeknikReVolt:

'My father found out I was bisexual when I was balls-deep in my best friend. He said "Oh." and walked right the fuck out. I come down later, and find a fifth of whiskey on the counter and an empty one next to it. The note said "I'd say bottom's up... but I guess that's Aaron's job. I drank my shame away, now it's your turn."'

Re: Arcade/Other male+getting "outed"

[(Anonymous)]

Any real preference for the other man?

Benny/F!Courier - Fluff, genfic

[(Anonymous)]

In my headcanon, Benny cannot dance. At all. Poor boy has two left feet. I'd love to see a F!Courier that he's already in a relationship with find this out--teasing and some dance lessons ensue. Also fluff. There's nothing wrong with fluff.

Bonus points if Benny goes to Swank first for dance lessons.

Re: Benny/F!Courier - Fluff, genfic

[(Anonymous)]

This. This is the fill I've been searching for. I'm so on this, give me a couple of days and a few more cups of coffee and it shall be done. 8D

M!Courier, Vulpes (Or M!Courier/Vulpes) + Companions

[(Anonymous)]

I want a neutral M!Courier who has both ties with NCR and the Legion (but will ultimately go with independent vegas) openly meeting with Mr Fox/Vulpes. He was alone at Nipton, so none of his Companions know who the man their leader keeps running of with is.

Anything with this general premise, from interactions between Vulpes and Boone or Arcade, to wild speculations as to the nature of Fox nd the Courier's relationship.

Or, y'know, smut.

Vulpes/Boone, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

The Legion wins the war and Vulpes decides to make that dog of the NCR his bitch. Bonus points if Boone is in a relationship with someone and they're made to watch him suffer. Extra bonus points if Boone's body betrays him and he comes.

Re: Vulpes/Boone, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Is it okay if Vulpes also torments other characters?