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Vulpes/Courier (M or F) Worst Sex In The World

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love a story where Vulpes seduces the Courier with his super sexy voice and then is the worst lay ever. Strange, uneven thrusting. Complete lack of rhythm. Odd baby-like noises.

I want awfulness.

Re: Vulpes/Courier (M or F) Worst Sex In The World

[(Anonymous)]

. . .I did not know I wanted this.

I want this.

Col. Moore/Cass meet at bar, snark it up, whiskey-fueled hook-up ensues

[(Anonymous)]

Bonus points if this incident is somehow connected to Col. Moore getting kicked out of Gomorrah.

Re: Col. Moore/Cass meet at bar, snark it up, whiskey-fueled hook-up ensues

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god. Whoever wrote this, I must state how absolutely thrilled I am to see this on the meme ASFDLHKLASDFKLSKDLDF-

Oh I would love to write this, but I should really research Moore and psychoanalyse her. (Xbox 369, why must you be broken?)

SECONDED. SO. HARD.

M!Courier/Veronica, Sass fight!

[(Anonymous)]

The courier and Veronica are considered the most snarky people in the world. no matter the situation, whether in danger or just having one of their many, many fights, they are always cracking jokes.

mainly, I want the courier and Veronica, constantly trying to out sass the other.

Post Rotunda LW with cancer.

[(Anonymous)]

That was alot of radiation.
How do the companions cope ?

Bonus points if there's a couple (F!LW/ Charon or Butch).
Bonus bonus points if there's a cure at the sierra madre curtesy of Vera Keyes.

Re: Post Rotunda LW with cancer.

[(Anonymous)]

Holy crap I was just thinking about this. Seconded!

Courier, congenital insensitivity to pain

[(Anonymous)]

I've heard that hit points describe the amount of pain a character can stand before keeling over and bleeding out. A courier with a high endurance has a lot of hit points and can even resist damage. I got to thinking, does the courier even feel pain?

I want a story were the courier has congenital insensitivity to pain, with all the benefits and drawbacks that entails.

Autofill: Painless 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Arcade Gannon had seen many strange things at the Mormon Fort, but this took the cake. The day had started like most at the Followers hospital; addicts coming in for treatment, former addicts leaving to learn a new vice, the occasional gunshot wound, but mostly poor and destitute wandering in and out with no where to go. The day took a turn for the bizarre at around noon when someone new walked through the gate.

The new visitor was a young man, late twenties/early thirties, black hair on his head cut into a short mohawk, a rough beard on his chin and a circular scar on his forehead. He was dressed in gray-blue duster, sans sleeves, and had a large sword across his back. So far not too odd. The the real weird thing was that he looked like a corpse, and not in the ghoul way either.

He was covered in blood, his shirt, duster and pants had splotches of crimson all over, his chest had several gaping wounds, some even had bits of metal protruding from them. He walked with a slight limp, but from the neutral look on his face, it probably had more to do with the fact that a foot long spear of rebar was impaling his calf than actual pain.

The head of the Followers of the Apocalypse, Julie Farkas, turned toward the chorus of gasps from the guards and other doctors. Her voice promptly joined in.

The corpse-man spoke, “Hey, can I get some medical treatment?” he fiddled with one of the pieces of shrapnel in his chest, “I'd do it myself, but this looks serious.”

It took several seconds for the shock to wear off Julie. Usually people who come in here looking like that are afflicted with a case of deadness, but here he was standing and talking. Julie din't say anything, grabbing his arm and guiding him toward the operating room in the fort's tower.

Now Arcade was really curious. He followed Julie and her mystery patient, but when he opened the door her didn't expect the sight that greeted him. Now, most people with the kind of injuries this guy received would be nigh on comatose, or balling their lungs out in pain.

But the injured man was fighting off Julie, who was wielding a syringe of Med-X, like she was trying to stab him and take his stuff.

“No, dammit,” he protested, “I don't want Med-X, I don't need another addiction!”

“But I need to put you under to perform the surgery,” Julie explained very calmly. She'd dealt with uppity patients before, “you must be in shock.”

“Do I look like I'm in shock?” he responded, indignant. He looked at Arcade with his piercing blue eyes, “You! Blondie! Tell Doctor Spike I don't need no stinkin' Med-X!”

OMC!Legion/OMC!NCR separated at birth

[(Anonymous)]

pretty much in the title, twincest!

A set of twins is seperated at a young age, one goes with his father to the NCR and the other stays with his mother in a tribe which is later inducted into the Legion.

One twin becames a Ranger and another becomes a Frumentarii apart of Vuples group. Both not realising that they have a twin somewhere in the Mojave.

In an attack where they both realise that they have a twin, prefer if both raise a weapon to attack and see a deplicate. The NCR win and the Legion!twin is captured where they both talk and later develop strange feelings towards each other. Sex happens and both hide it.

>Blah, I found it so hard to type this request out for some reason.

Re: OMC!Legion/OMC!NCR separated at birth

[(Anonymous)]

.......................................want.

F!Courier/Vulpes Inculta - Blowjob

[(Anonymous)]

There aren't enough consensual blowjob fics for these two.

Re: F!Courier/Vulpes Inculta - Blowjob

[(Anonymous)]

There aren't, and I'm gonna rectify that.

As soon as my time schedule allows it, of course. I can already hear a snarky little bitch of a courier ask him if he wants to know what kind of a profligate whore she really is.
Those skirts, man... those Legion kilts, I mean!
*swoons*

PS: Is it okay if I ignore the Canon-underwear?

HOLIDAY MINI-MEME IS OPEN

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M!Courier - low INT

[(Anonymous)]

By "low INT", I mean like, less-than-three low INT, meaning that Arcade pity-joins your group.

This guy's an absolute dumbass - yeah, maybe he's got STR of 10 or can kill you with a sarsaparilla cap or can charm you out of your liver, but he happens to be a complete dolt where it counts. How do he and his companions fare? What do House/Caesar/NCR officials/Yes-Man think of having such an idiot control the Mojave? Can he and Boone (who also has INT 3) survive on their own??

Only definite requirement = no ditzy Courier. As in, he's streetsmart and rational doesn't do illogical shit, but he's got the IQ as a log. Or less. (Think Boone, but without the tortured past.)

Romance unnecessary. If there is some, preferably top!Courier.

Re: M!Courier - low INT

[(Anonymous)]

I need this in my life. Seconded.

Jonas/James

[(Anonymous)]

James' first time after his wife's death/first time with a man.

Bonus points for top!Jonas.

Re: Jonas/James

[(Anonymous)]

Do want please

THIS

[(Anonymous)]

OHMYGOD. I AM DYING--I CAN'T EVEN...ANON. <3

I'm Dying (microfill/comment misfire)

[(Anonymous)]

"I'm dying."

Arcade sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he silently appealed to whatever higher power felt like taking pity on him. "You're not dying."

"I'm dying."

He pulled back the sheets, the sudden influx of light making Veronica wince and throw a hand over her face. "Do you or do you not want a professional opinion re: your potential for death? Humor me. Help me to help you."

She squinted up at him. "You talk too much."

"So I've been told." He got comfortable on the edge of the bed, tapping her on the nose and taking advantage of the resulting flurry of weak slaps to catch her wrist and make a show of taking her pulse. "So. Pay attention young lady, because I don't like playing this clothed version of Play Doctor very often. I have good news: you're not dying."

Veronica wriggled free, curling into a ball and resting her head on the soft cotton of Arcade's knee. From her point of view the guest bedroom light created a halo of golden light in his unbrushed hair, adding an air of innocence to Arcade Gannon that Veronica knew was entirely undeserved. 

"I want a second opinion."

"Boone? I can call Boone in here. You can call him Dr Craig."

She smacked him in the ribs. "I'm still dying."

"Veronica 'Vodka' Santangelo, I can promise you that you're not dying." A big cool hand was pressed to her forehead, the gentle gesture slightly marred by the fact that he was laughing at her. "You're very, very hungover, but not dying."

"Where's that second opinion?" Veronica grabbed his hand and turned it over, digging her knuckles into a pressure point until he cried uncle and promised to bring her a bottle of water. "I trust Dr Craig more than you."

"We all trust Dr Craig," said Arcade soothingly. "I've taught him everything I know about Playing Doctor."

"Gross," said Veronica, her voice muffled by the pillow she was attempting to burrow her way into. "I'm just going to stay here and continue dying. Farewell, cruel world."

He patted her on the shoulder and got to his feet, ignoring her groan of protest as the sagging bedsprings made the mattress creak. "You do that. Nurse Lily will be in soon."

"I'm dying."

FALLOUT KINK MEME DECEMBER FILL-A-THON

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Guys. Guys. Guys, guys, guys. Let me just hold you and cuddle you and feed you tiramisu. The stats for this Fill-A-Thon are enough to warm my black heart: fourteen stories started or updated, and twenty fills done, dusted and tagged as completed.

Thanks to everyone who got into the spirit of my mini mod challenge and kicked ass with some one shot/minifill love. I encourage you all to keep bringing the short fill science 'cause hey - who doesn't love immediate gratification?

As always please hit up the Recommendations Thread (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3383.html) to show some love to your favourite fills, and don't forget to comment, comment, comment!

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FALLOUT KINK MEME DECEMBER FILL-A-THON: started/updated fills

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UPDATED/STARTED

1. Boyd/Hsu, 'Stay Young, Go Dancing' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6929549#t6929549 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6929549#t6929549)
2. Everyone, 'Canticle of the Broken' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=4031540#t4031540 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=4031540#t4031540)
3. M!Courier/Raul, 'Los Restos del Faufragio' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4629645#t4629645 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4629645#t4629645)
4. Jericho/F!Raider, 'Pussy Fight' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7703307#t7703307 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7703307#t7703307)
5. Arcade/Jimmy, 'You're The Best Thing To Ever Happen To Me' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7468299#t7468299 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7468299#t7468299)
6. Arcade + M!Courier/others, 'Sloppy Umpteenths' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4476557#t4476557 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=4476557#t4476557)
7. Benny, 'The Way We Swing' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7408395#t7408395 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7408395#t7408395)
8. James/Gannon Sr, 'Keep Your Composure' 12/? - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=6993675#t6993675 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=6993675#t6993675)
9. Arcade/M!Courier, 'Lilac Wine - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7771444 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7771444)
10. F!Courier/misc Powder Gangers, 'Nothing Personal' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7009035#t7009035 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7009035#t7009035)
11. F!Courier/Boone, F!Courier/Vulpes, 'Torch Songs' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7304459#t7304459 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7304459#t7304459)
12. Benny/Swank/F!Courier/Tommy/misc Chairmen, 'Deal' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7545355#t7545355 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7545355#t7545355)
13. F!Courier/Arcade, 'Salvation of the Enslaved' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7752756#t7752756 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=7752756#t7752756)
14. F!Couries/Vulpes, 'The Raw End of the Deal' - http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5780109#t5780109 (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5780109#t5780109)

Fem!Dean Domino/F!Courier rough sex, femslash

[(Anonymous)]

Genderswappin' time!

No back story needed, just some good ol' consensual rough smut.

Experience and Treachery 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

I know it's been a while since this was posted, but here's a quick fill for the OP or any other Dean Domino fans around :3 First attempt at femslash, hope it rolls ok.

x


Deanna Domino is a woman not used to being denied. So when that courier swings in, hips wrapped tight in a grey jumpsuit, the zipper pulled just far enough down to leave something to the imagination, she’s made up her mind. She’s been here two hundred fucking years, and it’s about time she spoilt herself.

She deserves it, after all. She is a star.

The girl is coy, the first time they speak. Her eyes rake Deanna’s mottled skin and she wants to grab the little brat. Do you know who I am? Who I was? What I did here, what I so nearly accomplished -?

But the girl is all distant smiles and focus-on-the-finish stares, and it gets under her skin. It’s worse, it’s worse when she sees her link fingers with the girl from the Auto-Doc, with Christine, and sees her brush a hand against her shaved head.

But Deanna is clever, clever. She doesn’t let her anger out, doesn’t let her frustration show. She had Vera wrapped around her finger all her years ago, and it isn’t going to be different now, with this messenger girl.

She waits until they’re in the Madre. Even after all this time, even after two hundred years of only old memories and her own decayed fingers to give her any kind of rush, the possibility of sex has got nothing on the Madre. This place has been just out of reach – just inches from her grasp for so long – and now she’s inside, now she’s here and ready and victorious – absolutely nothing is going to stand in her way.

She corners the courier backstage, after letting her run around, turning off the holograms, fixing the place up. She’s cracked open the casino for her, and now Deanna’s going to make sure she cracks open a little something else. She folds her sunglasses and tucks them in her pocket, shrugging off the ragged blazer that, once upon a time, had been the best money can buy. Remnants, only remnants. But here, in the Sierra Madre, tonight, Deanna Domino is going to reclaim the stardom that’s rightfully hers.

She expects the girl to resist. She expects her to struggle, to writhe, to shout and bitch and moan. What she doesn’t expect is for the her hands to wind into the thinning material of her blouse, for her leg to rise up between Deanna’s own, for their lips and teeth to clash as she kisses with a smile. It occurs to her that the girl has been expecting this, that she – Deanna – has been outplayed, and the idea doesn’t go down well.

She bites down hard on the girl’s lip, and to her pleasure, she yelps. She pulls away and slaps Deanna, hard, across the face, before pulling her back into a kiss. But Deanna isn’t having any of that. She’s stronger, she’s got centuries of rage and passion and arrogance stacked up within her and this smirking slip of a girl is nothing, nothing but a piece of ass compared to her. She pins her down, and tears at the jumpsuit. She’s going to have to find something else to wear after this, because Deanna isn’t letting her leave here with anything – not her clothes, not her pride, not her dignity.

The girl runs her hands over Deanna’s ruined and broken skin, trailing soft fingers over exposed muscles and tracing scarred patterns down her arms. She laughs. Deanna drives her hips down against her and she laughs again. She is unbroken. She is unbelievable. She is awful.

Cass/Boone

[(Anonymous)]

Any kink, any scenario. I want to read some toyboy porn!

Re: Cass/Boone

[(Anonymous)]

YES, PLEASE.

Crossover: Fallout/MOVIE OF YOUR CHOICE

[(Anonymous)]

Yup, that's right. Because I live under a rock (a very old-fashioned rock), I have no clue what the bleeping bleep all those crossover prompts are about (Apart from the on about the wizard of Oz, because not even I live under so deeply under rocks), so I make my own. Anyone care to join me? Cause, like, I'm gonna autofill the shit out of this one.

Any characters or pairings; smutt, fluff, crack, angst, Fallout 1, 2, 3 or New Vegas... ANYTHING GOES, Anons!

Re: Crossover: Fallout/MOVIE OF YOUR CHOICE

[(Anonymous)]

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!

f!Courier + Whitley + ED-E

[(Anonymous)]

I just finished Lonesome Road AND SO MANY EMOTIONS, but most of all: my little ED-E! ;_; My heart is bleeding for this little eyebot with his excited/sneaky beeping and human mating calls! And Whitley who made him into such a cute little nerd homgosh.

Can I have a fill in which Whitley does make it out to the Mojave, finds ED-E and the Courier, and they bond over their adoration for the eyebot. Fluff, sex, relationship, cuddling ED-E, just... I desperately need this. I refuse to accept any other truth than that he survived and there was a happy reunion. D:

Re: f!Courier + Whitley + ED-E

[(Anonymous)]

OMG yes! This was one of the first things I though while playing LR. Glad to see that I'm not the only one that was thinking this.

Also, call me crazy, but I've always felt like Whitley would look like Arcade. Maybe it's the voice.

The One You Left Behind: Joshua Graham / female slave

[(Anonymous)]

So Graham had to have a slave right? Or maybe she was called a wife, but we know what it means to be part of the Legion, don't we?

Anyways how about a story about the one who was left behind? Was she killed shortly after Graham was pitched into the Grand Canyon? Was she sold off to someone else? Does she do common labor now and misses him? Is she trying to find him again? Does he miss her? did she have his kid?


Lets answer some or all of these questions in a kink meme prompt. I don't care about smut, but it works well. I don't care if they are reunited in this world or the next, I just want a good story! Fill as you feel Anon's.

No Church in the Wild (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Joshua Graham, OC
Warnings/Kinks: Kind of on the angst-y side.
Summary: Joshua Graham's wife pays for being unwaveringly loyal.

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It takes everything within her not to cry out as they make an example out of him. The sheer strength it's taking to keep the tears at bay and remain as an unaffected bystander is surely going to take it's toll on her once she's alone. All the while he says nothing. Never spares her a glance. Almost as if he's trying to lessen the blow. But all it does is cement the situation. Making just that much harder to come to terms with the fact that the man who once held the power to send friends and foes alike to cower in fear would be gone in a matter of minutes.

The very same man who she'd spent a good portion of her life sharing a bed with.

The one who had raised the two strong, healthy sons and sole daughter she had given birth to.

The man who, despite being viewed as an unforgiving and unpredictable being, had never once beaten her within an inch of her life like rumors said.

She silently morns in the sea of red. Her hands begin to shake at the sight of his body being coated in pitch, but still she keeps herself from drawing unwanted attention. Tearing her eyes away, she's suddenly thankful that their children do not have to witness their father's execution. He had sent them all away weeks before, but hadn't given her much details. Merely stated that they were serving Lord Caesar and proving their self worth at a safe distance. And so, she stands alone within a crowd, watching as he's set aflame.

There are quiet gasps around her, but they're overshadowed by the screams of pain. The scent of something burning wafts through the air. Her eyes water and without her consent they begin to trail down her cheeks. The collar around her neck twists, bringing her down to her knees by her temporary master, at the same time as he's all but pushed over the cliff. Her hands hit the Mojave dirt in time to keep herself from falling face first and she hands her head.

She knows what's coming. Viewed as a slave too faithful to a man who practically disgraced the Legion meant she'd be done away with as well. There isn't a need to look away from the ground when footsteps come towards her. The men speak, but she hears nothing. Only concentrating on the rare moments of brief peace throughout her life, even if those moments would seem anything but peaceful.

Her eyes close at the sound of a knife being pulled out.

As the cold steel effortlessly slide across her neck, the sight of the former Legate – of Joshua Graham holding an infant in his arms with a look of utter pride is the last thing she sees behind closed eyes.

Boone is ticklish!

[(Anonymous)]

But only Carla knows. Knew.

It's up to you who else discovers Boone's best kept secret. Personal preference would be either Arcade or F!Courier, but don't let that stop you if you ship something else!

Had A Bad Day? (1a)

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“Christ. Quit bitching and get a spare out of my duffle,” Boone finally interjected, dead tired of hearing Gannon go on about his damned shirt. Boone’s mama always did say that smart folk had no common sense, and he was inclined to believe her. Gannon had hiked two days out of New Vegas, conveniently forgetting to pack clean shirts, and two days of road dust and blood splatter didn’t wear well on the prissy doctor.

“Is someone going to help me haul firewood or do I have to spend three times as long on a job that should take a half hour?” yelled the Courier from across their makeshift encampment. All three of them were on edge today, a combination of trudging through the Mojave under a particularly unforgiving sun and a hard day of big ironing against the Powder Gangers. These days it was nothing to kill a man in the Mojave, but it still took a tax on your soul. If you were still human inside, that is.

Boone strode after the Courier, not keen on arguing with the doctor on who should go, and Arcade was left alone in the camp. Once the Courier and Boone were almost out of sight, Arcade looked around nervously. He didn’t particularly like being left alone in strange parts of the Mojave, especially when there were bloodthirsty escaped prisoners waltzing about and he was hard pressed to hit the broad side of a bighorner bull nine times out of ten, but sometimes you had to put on your big girl panties and deal with it. After all, nothing was forcing him to follow the Courier other than his own intrigue about the enigmatic woman and the vague instinct that if he trailed along long enough, he’d be there when history was made. And that’s something I can tell the grandchildren I’ll be biologically incapable of having, Arcade remarked to himself.

Well, even if he was relatively useless with a gun, Arcade could contribute as best he could. Whether that was by bandaging up a knife wound or adding to the atmosphere with his jaunty wit, well, that’s all dependent on the situation, wasn’t it? For now, the least Arcade could do is scavenge the immediate area for herbs and fruits and maybe set up the tents. With the fantastic mood those two were in, anything would help. But first, that clean shirt was calling his name….

Arcade attempted to stem the incoming tide of jokes and allusions his mind wished to make about him inside Boone—er, Boone’s clothes and he was mostly successful. He approached the faded, desert camo bag like it may leap up and bite him, and with some apprehension, undid the zipper. Unsurprisingly, there were no booby traps lurking within, but then again, you could never tell with Boone. Arcade still wasn’t quite convinced the man didn’t have it in for him, even just a little.

Arcade took the topmost shirt out of the bag and held it up. It was a black wife beater with what looked like tiny holes from buckshot littering the left side. No thank you. He folded it up and placed it back in the bag. The second shirt he held up was a deep maroon V-neck, but when he held it up to his torso, it may have been a belly shirt if he put it on. Arcade wondered if it belonged to the Courier, or if Boone was just that short. He made a mental note to investigate later. The last shirt, at the bottom of the back, was a nondescript black tee. Arcade picked it up, and when it unfolded, a small book fell to the ground, naturally opening to a page filled with small, feminine scrawl. Arcade sat down on the ground to get a better look at the thing, unwilling to touch the small book just yet. While he loomed over it on his hands and knees, he couldn’t help but read the first few lines.

M!Courier Solo-ish? (actually he's just too wierd to get any)

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In my mind, the Courier is an overly-brainy type, science, engineering, medicine, hell, he's probably built his own robot army to do the fighting for him.


However, as a result of holing himself up in buildings and working on various projects has made his charisma and people skills 'meh'. That, paired with a bullet to the melon, has turned a somewhat socially-awkward male into a nerdy, stuttering, easily flustered, accident-prone, fella who often comes off as creepy and can barely form words when he finds himself attracted to someone.


So! I basically want some weird, needy, frustrated-from-never-getting-laid masturbation. And the weirder, the better.


Bonus: If the Courier needs a little help getting off, whether it's Fisto, or some creature of the Mojave(like that wonderful feral glowing one fic back a few pages, a super mutant, even a trained radscorpion or ant, go wild with it!), but not a human, it does have to be essentially solo!work.
Bonus2: At some point the guy meets someone who finds his gawky, blundering ass adorable and they live happily ever after.

Autofill - Untitled - currently no pairing

[(Anonymous)]

So, I decided to take a stab at this myself, and it ended up being a lot sadder than I intended, but I guess I only write depressing, OH WELL.

Anyway, I like 50's slang, but I tried not to use any that is uncommon enough that no one will understand it, so I hope anyone who reads this at least gets the gist of it.

Also, I've never actually written any smut, so I am going to take my time on that, though I would appreciate any pointers anyone my have to offer. And there is no official pairing as of yet, and I'm up for either het or slash, so if anyone has a pairing request with the Courier can suggest it, though I'm going to ask for none of the companions or other popular pairings, because everyone in the Mojave deserves at least, a little lovin'. I only ask that the suggestions be someone you can realistically see finding the Courier adorable.

Enjoy! And I do appreciate constructive criticism, so if you have the time, I'd like the advice.
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Nights at the Helios One plant were cold and lonely. The Courier deemed it the perfect place to run his experiments, with plenty of space and a constant power source. He felt bad about not allocating power to the rest of the Mojave, but figured that his work would be better for everyone in the long run.

He'd holed himself up there after clearing it of several NCR soldiers with the help of a Enclave eyebot, cyberdog and a supermutant who insisted on calling him "Jimmy". He rather liked his rag-tag band of misfits. Around most people he was a nervous wreck, but ED-E, Rex and Lily were strange enough that he felt an odd sense of comfort around them. He partially considered the persona of "Jimmy" to be one of the reasons for his ease, not having to be himself for once, that stuttering, clumsy square of a guy.

He absently reached up and ran a hand through cropped black hair, stopping at a jagged, yet surprisingly smooth scar that began less than an inch away from his temple. His fingers lingered over bumps where the scar hadn't healed evenly. He could tell just from the feel of it that hair would never grow back in its place. The stray thought of growing his hair out to try and cover it up entered his head. Like that would help anything, he thought with a wry smile. It probably has more use as a conversation starter than I would trying to impress someone. Oh, if he ever found the sick bastard in the checkered jacket responsible for this, he would pound his sorry ass.

A shiver runs through him, and he tries to think that it's just because a cold breeze found its way into his room, but in the pit of his stomach he knows that's not true in the slightest. He brings his legs up to his chest and places his hands on his knees, fingers between them to stay warm, and alternates curling the toes of one foot around those of the other and wishes he has someone to hold at night. Someone to keep him safe and warm, like he wishes for every night, but knows that it just sounds stupid, even in his own head, because he's a wet rag, even if one with brains, and who wants a poindexter who'd barely be able to get a word out to them?

He suddenly feels sick and hugs his knees a little tighter and screws his eyes shut to try and beckon sleep to him. He's utterly beat and nothing except sleep is going to change that. You can worry while you work, he thinks, and it puts his mind slightly at ease. He plasters a smile on his face and lets his thoughts dwell on someone to hold on quiet nights, to murmur sweet nothings to when the plant is lonely and there's no one to keep him company, someone to love, he realizes. Then he's smiling ear to ear, grinning so hard that it hurts, because that thought makes him both incredibly happy and sad at once and the mix of the two is so odd inside him that he ends up feeling ridiculous. But nonetheless, he is still smiling and he hopes that he finds that someone one day, because he needs them more than ever now, and right now, he's fine with that.

In a final attempt to get some rest, he cuts the gas to the thoughts in his head and cuts out and he sleeps alright for a change.

Manlyman!Courier/Anymale

[(Anonymous)]

Someone is topping the hell out of tough guy Courier, manhandling him and just utterly using them as they see fit.

Fucking, fingering, anything as long as they're making the Courier moan for it.

(Totally consensual please, otherwise go wild)

M!Courier/Several Great Khans - gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

M!Courier is kidnapped in the night by a pack of guys from the Great Khans, tied up, forced to suck cock with a knife at his throat and fists in his hair, passed back and forth to be brutally fucked, spitroasted, the Khans pumping come down his throat and streaking his body...

...as their way of saying "thank you" for everything he's done for them. Completely consensual gang-bang fantasty fulfilled for a grateful m!courier by some enthusiastic, safeword-conscious Great Khans.

(Bonus points if he utters the safeword at one point and everyone freaks out because they genuinely don't want to hurt him, and being super relieved that it was over something minor like he had a cramp in his leg.)

Re: M!Courier/Several Great Khans - gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

anon, are you in my brain? because i actually was debating posting something almost identical to this only a couple days ago.



yeah, second.

Mysterious Stranger/M!LW (or M!Courier)

[(Anonymous)]

Awkward long-distance romancing. Besides the frequent life saving, Stranger keeps doing these incredibly nice things for LW, like finding fresh fruit or ammunition for him and generally showing his appreciation.

Except he still never sticks around long enough for them to actually have a conversation.

LW is getting increasingly frustrated/intrigued.

Would love it if there was a confrontation at the end. : )

Re: Mysterious Stranger/M!LW (or M!Courier)

[(Anonymous)]

Is FLW okay?

Simple luxuries

[(Anonymous)]

I hope I can explain this right.

With the Fallout universe as it is, a simple luxury such as a hot bath, a piece of chocolate, or a nice soft (clean!) bed has to be practically orgasmic.

I'd like to see the LW/Courier (or anyone really) just enjoying these things a bit too much (if you know what I mean ;D).

Just a heads up, I may or may not auto-fill, if I can get the free time. Hope that's okay. Though I do hope someone else can fill this too.

Stripes (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

Characters: Butch & F!LW (and dem sheets lol)
Pairing: Implied Butch/F!LW
Kinks: Masturbation
Summary: F!LW loves the feel of fresh, silk sheets just a bit too much...

It was Butch and Audrey's one year anniversary and Butch, being the closet romantic that he was, he'd taken her back to Tenpenny Tower, to the very suite they spent their honeymoon in. They shared a lovely dinner and a few drinks in the cocktail lounge before retiring to their suite. They made out for awhile, but Butch pulled away before things could get to carried away, saying that he had to go get part two of his surprise. He promised that he wouldn't be long. That was over half an hour ago.

Audrey had taken the liberty of stripping down to naught but her skin and draping herself across the bed, but after ten minutes of laying naked in the air conditioned room, she decided to slide under the sheets. She reveled in the way the silky material cradled her body. She rolled on her side, running her index finger over the black and gold striped top sheet down the length of the thigh.

“So soft,” she hummed under her breath. She began to skim her fingers up and down her thigh, making the sheet run against her skin in a most delicious fashion; the sensations traveling upwards and settling into a pleasant coil in her lowest part of her stomach.

She rolled onto her back again, letting out a loud sigh. Where the hell is Butch? Her thoughts held an understandably annoyed edge. Well, at least I have these awesome clean sheets, she mushed as another shiver ran through her body. She pulled the top sheet up to her neck, letting out a pleased little hum as the cloth slid easily over her exposed nipples. She brushed her fingers over her nipples then, making the peaks stand at attention. This of course made the coil in her stomach that much tighter. I hope Butch won't mind too much if I get started without him...

Audrey cupped as much of her breast as she could into each hand, kneading the soft skin. She sighed, as she pinched at their peaks, the material adding new and interesting sensations. The sheet dipped down between her legs, rubbing against her mound. She brought her right hand down between her legs, running her fingers up and down her slit before focusing on her clit. Audrey let out a little whimper, the cloth muting the touch of her finger just enough to make it feel as if someone else were touching her.

She continued to rub circles around the bundle of nerves, the sheet becoming increasingly wet under her fingers. Some distant thought told her that she was ruining the fine silk, but she couldn't bring herself to care too much as her middle finger eased into her core. “Mmm,” she moaned, as the digit worked in and out, prompting her to grind her hips downwards.

“Sorry I was so late babe I just-” the rest of the sentence died on Butch's lips as he watched his wife moaning and writhing on the bed as she pleasured herself.

Audrey heard him, but didn't stop her motions. She was so close, just a little more... “Ahhh!” she cried out as she came, back arching high off of the bed for a few long seconds before flopping back down.

For his part, Butch just stood there watching, a smirk plastered on his face. “Not that I'm complaining about the performance,” he said as he crossed over to her, setting the bottle of wine that he'd just spend almost an hour searching for on a nearby table, “But what the hell?”

Audrey blushed, hugging the sheet to her chest as she sat up. “Clean sheets?” she offered.

Butch just rolled his eyes before pulling her into a kiss. Audrey wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She was more than ready for round two... especially on these sheets.

It's the return on Butch and Audrey. Anybody remember them? Lol. Idk if this is exactly what you were getting at OP. If not then I hope it was at least to your liking.

Violet/Her Dog(s) bestiality

[(Anonymous)]

I feel like this has been prompted before, but I couldn't find it.

So, yes. Violet enjoys some quality time with one (or several) of her canine friends.

:D

Re: Violet/Her Dog(s) bestiality

[(Anonymous)]

Ohh god yes!
This meme need more bestiality in it!

Crimson Dragoons/LoneWanderer: group sex, Chinese stealth armor fetish

[(Anonymous)]

So, let's just say that one of the programmers of the Anchorage War simulation was a pervert. And he programmed a "special" training routine that the Lone Wanderer accidentally activates.

Said routine consist on a group of Crimson Dragoons having their way with the Wanderer. And they keep their sexy Chinese stealth armors on during the whole thing (well, except for you know, the crucial bits). So this prompt is more about the suits themselves and how fucking hot they are.

Male or Female wanderer, but the Dragoons must be all dudes. Knowledge of Chinese optional. And if possible, make it enjoyable and not traumatic for the Wanderer (and us readers!)

Re: Crimson Dragoons/LoneWanderer: group sex, Chinese stealth armor fetish

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't know I wanted this *_____*
I totally DO cause damn, those armors really are sexy and I was kind of excited whenever I faced those stealthy motherfuckers. SECONDED!