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

Not the original A!As but I just love this prompt.

"Nova" Janet moaned "I don't feel well."

The older woman approached Janet and touched her forehead.

"What's up hon ?"

"I just feel so..... off. Does that make sense ?"

Janet rested her head against Gobs bar and sighed. Lately she had been feeling nauseated, sore and just plain moody. Her usual love of food was off, even the slightest scent causing her to dry heave.

"Are you sure it isn't that time of the month ?" Nova asked.

"Naaaah I'm not on it." Janet answered automatically.

Her features froze and she rose her head from the bar.

"I'll be back." she muttered and headed out towards her Megaton home. Nova stood slightly confused then shrugged. Janet disappearing at a moments notice was nothing new.

Janet pulled her key from around her neck and opened the thin metallic door.

"Charon?" she called.

"In here !" a harsh voice called. Janet headed towards the kitchen smirking at the dark smoke that came from it. She laughed as she found Charon, covered in powder and bringing food to a boil.

"Well aren't quite the housew...... What the fuck is that ?!" Janet gasped.

"Mirelurk." Charon frowned looking down at the achievement he was proud of up till moments ago.

"I have to go !! " Janet gagged clutching at her mouth.

She sprinted up the stairs and barely made it to the post apocalyptic themed bathroom. Throwing herself onto her knees she vomited into the basin. Her ears picked up heavy footsteps behind her.

"Go away !" she shouted during a gasp for air.

"No." Charon stated.

He waited for Janet to finish and rinse her mouth when he sat behind her pulling her close. Her head rested against his shoulder and Charon stroked her hair.

"What's wrong ?" he asked.

"I don't know." Janet mumbled closing her eyes and deeply and slowly breathed.

"We should get you to a doctor."

"I'll be fine, honest." she smiled weakly and stroked his cheek. "I'm going to go sleep for a bit now.

She kissed Charon on the forehead and made her way to their bed. Charon held his head in his hands. Yet another problem he couldn't shoot away. His contract should have had another training. Dealing with women 101. Ha. More like dealing with women from 101.

Charon went back down to kitchen and picked up his pot for trash when something damp reached his leg. Looking down he found dogmeat panting with huge eyes.

"Fine."

He put the pot on the ground where it was quickly devoured by the greedy dog. There his cooking couldnt be that bad.

Sorry anons !

That was the thing about Wanderer. Nothing ever died. Not her father, not Dogmeat. Not history. She had this insatiable urge to know everything there was to know about anything. It reminded him of his wife, the school teacher, and he smiled every time he pried a book from her hands after she fell asleep.

But there were things that were better left unsaid, and she never had the good sense to leave them alone.

Of course she jumped at the chance when Doc Barrows offered it. After researching feral ghouls for so long, and making little headway, he decided to study genealogy. Naturally, Wanderer begged for the chance to be his first subject.

“Tell me some good news, Doc,” she says, leaning over his clipboard. He ‘harrumphs’ and thumps her nose. Rubbing it, and giving Charon a sly grin, she asks, “So who am I related to? Famous pre-war movie stars? Presidents of the former United States?” Barrows waves a hand dismissively.

“Nothing so glamorous,” he answers. “I was able to trace your ancestry on your father’s side as far back as when the bombs dropped.” She lets out a low whistle.

“Impressive. Who is it?”

“A woman who managed to survive ground zero.”

“At least we know where you get your damn tenacity,” Charon says, fondly ruffling her hair.

“She kept extensive records, as did your father. Diaries and the like. I wouldn’t have found anything if it weren’t for those. She and her child were among Megaton’s first citizens, all vying for the chance to get in Vault 101 where you, coincidentally, grew up.”

“Life’s crazy like that,” Wanderer says. “What was her name?”

“Charlotte Grey,” Barrows answers, and Charon feels his blood run cold. It couldn’t be. “Before the bombs fell, she was a school teacher. Married to a sergeant, Samson Grey.”

That’s a name he hadn’t heard in a while. He thought he would never hear it again. Hell, he’d almost forgotten it over the years. Almost convinced himself that he had always been Charon, and never had any other name.

“A sergeant, huh? Did you know him, Charon?” she asks innocently. His stomach churns.

“Yeah,” he answers softly. “He was a selfish bastard. Reckless. But he always tried to do the right thing.” His hand ghosts over hers, and he grasps it, fighting down the horrid feeling of dread. “He would have loved you.”

ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod this is totaly awesome ^^! And its sequel ty my favourite fanfic! I love you anon :*

Janet was on a ship. The one to point lookout to be exact. She clutched the railings, the boat swung from side to side again and again. Janet gasped waking from her dream. The swaying motion still filled her head and yet again she found herself running for a basin. Charon groaned from the bed.

"Smoothskin ?"

His reply was a retching noise. Swinging his long legs around off the bed Charon stood and pulled on his shirt. Stomping past Janet he jumped down the steps 3 at a time and out of the door. If she wasnt going to get a doctor, he was.

Charon pounded on the clinic door. Church opened it with a scowl, his gaze reached Charons chest and promptly shot upwards.

"You need to see Janet."

"It's 4 in the morning !" Church complained.

"I didn't realise illness had a timetable" Charon state with a blank face.

"I'm not open yet." Doc Church folded his arms defiantly.

"Does it look like I give a shit ?" Charon growled.

Church paused then nodded "fine". He grabbed his doctoring big and followed the ghoul to his home. When they reached Janet she was still folded over a basin groaning.

"Last time I check doctors needed consent." Janet mumbled.

"Next time you're the doctor you can ask for it." Charon mocked. Janet simply replied with a wink which Charon smirked at.

Church coughed from the door. "Can i see her alone ?"
Charon simply looked towards Janet who nodded. He closed the door behind him and lay back on to the bed. Dogmeat jumped onto to the bed and placed his head on Charons chest. The ghoul patted it gently before both dozed off.

Janet entered the room half an hour later smiling as she caught both her boys cuddled up. She crawled over the bed onto The free side of Charons chest and was licked on the nose by her pup.

"Kisses for me" she giggled.

Charon twitched in his sleep and Janet snuggled closer.

"Tomorrow we're going to Underworld" she whispered to the dog. "I need a second opinion."

Barked with laughter because of your last line - anon you are golden~

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I wrote this on a bus sorry for the mistakes anons :(

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Ned... Ned... No.

I want some sweet cuddly love between Veronica and Christine before they both left the BOS. Sex is nice, but just pillow talk is also good. Really make me feel the love guys! I need to feel the squishy, yummy, and wonderful love!

chars: Christine, Veronica, (Elijah gets mentioned)
kink: oral
summary: Christine provides comfort to Veronica.

Veronica sat alone in the Brotherhood bunker underneath the grating and away from the bunks. Her fingers mistakenly grasped for hair to twirl, but she had cut it days ago.

She thought she was all alone, but no one was ever alone in a bunker full of people. Christine found her and smiled because she loved Veronica. They were lesbians.

Lesbians means no one gets left behind. Except sometimes. <—-that’s foreshadowing.

They made out with their mouth muscles and touched each other’s fatty torso orbs with their fingers and they moaned because people make noises sometimes when their bodies react positively to stimuli.

Christine wanted to make Veronica moan even more so she pulled down Veronica’s ugly pants (because srsly wtf girl) and laid her belly on the floor to get into a better position. She licked Veronica’s meat taco with her tongue and Veronica moaned and groaned at how awesome her apple core felt. She was all juicy and it made Christine want a smoothie of her vagina. Christine had always dreamed of getting a Smoothie King near the bunker but Elijah was part of the zoning committee and wouldn’t ever allow such a thing to exist. It made her cry at night and sometimes she got really angry at Elijah for being such a dick.

Veronica came with the force of a nuclear explosions and Christine was satisfied to do something for her girlfriend but she totally had to leave and do some killing training with other people and their guns. Veronica was all sad but not because her girlfriend was really hot and a badass.

F!Courier has always been a bit of tease. She's always known how to talk to men, most of them not even realizing that she's got them wrapped around her little finger.

Vulpes cannot abide being manipulated.

(Basically I want a Black Widow!Charisma/Speech maxed out Courier trying to get one over on Mr. Fox and failing. I'm needing something dark and gritty my fellow anons <3 )

Aww I want this. Poor Boone!

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"I don't understand why we need to see Barrows !" Charon shouted across a sandstorm.

Janet hugged her scarf closer to her face. "I just wanna find out something!" she screamed back. The sand and wind was deafening howling harshly in their ears.

"Did you have to find out today ?!"

"Yeah !!"

Charon grabbed Janet's shoulder's and steered her towards the nearest shelter. Their ears rang in the sudden silence and both removed their face coverings with a cough.

"There's something you're not telling me smoothskin."

Janet frowned and sat on a nearby desk patting off a thick layer of dust. "It's nothing Charon, please just trust me."

"Then why are we here ?" Charon gestured to the room and moved to stand infront of Janet. He held her face in his hands and pleaded " tell me."

Janet stared into Charon. In him she saw everything, the man who had saved her life countless times from all sorts of enemies and even herself. The man who she resuscitated until her arms burned entirely and her vision was covered in dots and the man she loved entirely with every ounce of her being. In the vault she had read stories of people who told each other they would risk their lives for them, she don't realise her relationship would be so literal compared to the books.

She sighed "Charon I love you know that just trust me."

"What did Church tell you Janet ?"

Janet's mouth opened in response but nothing came out and she closed it again. She rested her forehead against his.

"That I was pregnant." she whispered.

"What ?"

"I'm pregnant...." Janet looked towards Charon with watery eyes.

"I don't understand."

Janet grimaced at Charons face. It resembled his Ninth Circle one, giving no emotion or response.

"Charon, he said I'm having a baby." tears fell down her cheeks as saying that statement out loud made her understand the gravity of the situation.

"I can't have kids." Charon responded blankly "you know that ."

Silence filled the room and Janet sobbed. "Who were you with ?!"
She looked at his face to find anger and hurt.

"No one !!" She shouted shoving him away "How could you think that ?!"

"Because I can't have kids !!" he screamed back.

Both panted in frustration.

"Barrow's will tell us what's happening" Janet spoke quietly.

Charon remained silent. Confused and hurt.
Yes. Barrows will tell them what was happening but Charon wasn't sure if he wanted to hear it.

That last part would win all of the internet. I love this!

Oh my god this is exactly what I was looking for ^^ I think it would be also great if if Charon would be thinking that she was cheating on him :) But its your story, not mine, do whatever you want :*

yeah! youre reading my mind authoranon ^^ love it :*

Charon stood outside the chop shop, leaning against the wall arms folded glaring at anyone who came close. Usually he would be more tolerant of the Underworld residents but current events had caused his mood to significantly go south. He was previously in the room with Janet but she had silently nodded towards the doors when tests had got a bit more intimate.

Neither had spoke since their argument in the ruined office while they fought their way to Underworld. Both choose to use the nods and hand gestures they used in stealthy situations. It showed that they were in a mood with each other but still cared enough to watch the others back.

Janet couldn't be pregnant. It simply wasn't possible. Ghouls were sterile, Underworld was a never ageing and never growing place. There was no little ghouls. If it was possible Carol would have found a way long ago.

So if she was pregnant and he was sterile. She had cheated.

Charon didn't want to particularly think about it but his mind found little else to think about.

There was Butch. They had a history together. He always found a way to make her laugh. Charon frowned as he thought of the other vault dweller. Maybe it was because she could relate to him. Confined in him. She couldn't exactly do it with a ghoul who had never set foot in a vault.

Charons fists clicked as he clenched.

They were last in Rivet City. 2 and a half months ago. It was possible.

There was Billy Creel, she giggle at him. Had Charon ever made her giggle ?

His frown deepened as he worried. He knew he wasn't quite a catch. Society told him so. He always felt he wasn't good enough for her but did she have to throw it in his face like this ?

"Charon ?" his head turned towards Nurse Graves who had leaned out of the door. Her face was one of concern which cause his stomach to twist.

Following her into the clinic he found Janet and the doctor sitting at a desk. Janet had her head in her hands and Barrows was furiously shaking a vial.

"What's wrong ?" Charon asked standing behind Janet.

"She is pregnant." Barrows began to which Charon nodded, he knew this. He just didn't know what was next. " The ..... baby is surrounded by a mass of
Cells."

"What kind of cells ?" Charon spoke obviously finding the source of concern.

"Radiated ones."

There are so many fics of Vulpes being a mean bastard, but could Vulpes have a hidden tender side? I think so.

(Extra bonus points if F!Courier and/or babies are involved. )

Uh oh, Charon. What's this? Not so sterile after all. Loving it, author! Can't wait for the next part!

The female Courier prefers being naked whenever possible. To her, there's nothing inherently sexual about this (unless she wants it to), she just doesn't like wearing clothes. She's completely comfortable with her body and doesn't mind being naked around other people in much the same way that other people don't mind being clothed around other people.

To Veronica, however, the female Courier's constant casual and confident nudity is both an incredible turn-on and a source of deep admiration for the woman. As a result her desire to hide, to be hooded and cloaked, comes into ever more violent conflict with her newfound urge to be naked and exposed, to show herself without fear or shame.

One day Veronica just can't take it any more and goes to the Courier to ask her for help becoming a nudist as well...

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OK, so, the above is sort of my 'ideal prompt'. Only the first part of it is the most important to me (and the second part is slightly less important and the last little sentence is the least important).

So while, in my heart of hearts, I would like a f!Courier/Veronica fic, I absolutely would not mind of a fill just about the f!Courier being a nudist (and how that affects the people around her/politics in the Mojave/New Vegas or how she came to forego clothes or whatever you feel like doing with the essential premise of the f!Courier prefering to be naked over being clothed).

No rape, no dub-con, none of that stuff. Just some happy, carefree nudity in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Smut liked, but optional.

I really liked this. Very atmospheric and a lot in between the lines. Thank you for it... though you left me wanting to hear more :)

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

Bumps (Sequel to Curves)

Bumps is (1/?) not a one shot

Take it Further 1c/2

Re: Bumps (Sequel to Curves)

Bumps (2a/?)

Re: Anyone/Anyone -het or slash- hide and go seek

Re: Take it Further 1c/2

Re: Bumps (2a/?)

OP

A!A

Re: Vera's Outfit

Veronica - Christine before they were seperated

Veronica/Christine (1/1) "Time of Our Lives"

F!Courier/Vulpes - non/dubcon, mdom, d/s, punishment

Re: F!Courier + Boone - Betrayal

OP AGAIN

Bumps (2b/?)

Re: Anyone/Anyone -het or slash- hide and go seek

Re: Bumps (2a/?)

Re: Bumps (2b/?)

Bumps (2c/?)

Vulpes!Anyone

Re: Bumps (2c/?)

F!Courier/Veronica - Nudism

Re: Long Way Home, Ranger Ghost+Doc Mitchell