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

Butch ain’t the jealous type. No reason to be when you’re the best damn looking guy the vault’s ever seen. He’s been all the way with Susie Mack and Christine Kendall. Not at the same time or anything but…he’s working on it. Point is, he’s the leader of the biggest and baddest gang in the vault and he’s got a different girl wrapped around each of his fingers. No reason to be jealous of anything…especially not Freaky Freddie Gomez.

Except Freaky Freddie just walked into the diner with the Doc’s kid all cozied up under his arm and that doesn’t sit well with Butch. It annoys him, actually, ‘cause Freddie Gomez has a stutter and looks like a sick radroach most days, plus the kid managed to fail the G.O.A.T. so he ain’t that bright. Freaky Freddie’s got nothing on the Butch-Man, that’s a fact.

Except, you know, Freaky Freddie’s got the Doc’s kid all curled into him in the back booth. So many Freddie’s got something on Butch after all.

Okay, so I want something mildly complicated. This will be long, am sorry. I would just write this myself but my English isn't yet good enough for me to be writing full stories comfortably.

So I'll provide instead details, and maybe someone else will like it and fill it.

So I'd like the Courier to be the Lone Wanderer who walked on her own all the way to New Vegas. For what reason? Up to the author. Just to get away from something or... for a change of pace. Anything.

She leaves almost everything behind, EXCEPT one of her followers (any of them at all). That follower is her love interest and she couldn't leave them.

She gets to the Mojave and takes up a job as a courier, is shot in the head, etc. Then she forgets who she is, everything about her life, doesn't listen to her follower about who she is but her follower won't/can't/whatever leave her. Cue amnesia!LW trying to discover herself, and trying to get herself a life, with the F3 follower and little bits of her past coming back, but also (because she was shot in the head) with many differences.

I'd like to see this F3 follower (Charon, Butch, Clover, Jericho, whoever) dealing with the LW not remembering them, and also acting very different than before (good girl turned bad/bad girl gone good or some other changes).

When I get around to re-reading Hamlet, I may have to try this, OP!

Welp.
This seems like it could potentially be very cute and interesting and with feelings and I'm a sucker for specifics in prompts so I'm going to fill it and see if I can make something cool from it.

You're my hero.

I love everything about this. Never chance, a!a.

OP here. alsdfkjdla;lkfdkfla;dkf etc, etc.
I'm in love with you minifill!a!a, so be prepared for my utmost devotion.
It's so perfect I just can't even articulate how much I enjoyed this. So much said in just those few lines. <3333

“That went well,” Israel says sourly, lighting a cigarette as they walk down the I-95. James smiles weakly, kicking up a broken piece of highway. “That Brotherhood girl is lucky she didn’t actually punch you. I would’ve killed her.”

“I know,” James says softly. “Thank you for staying your hand. She was just frightened.” At this, Israel harrumphs. “It looks like this Courier has made some enemies.”

“And it looks like some of her friends are ours,” Israel grumbles.

“Veronica, please,” James begs, his voice desperate and urgent. “I think Courier may be-“

“No!” she says hollowly, leading him out of the door. “You don’t know what Courier is. You don’t know anything.”

Remembering the desperate tone James used makes Israel’s heart ache, and he claps James on the shoulder.

“You’re shit at talking your way into and out of things. I’m surprised you got into that vault at all.” This brings the smile back to James’ face, and Israel has never been more happy to see anything since this whole affair began.

“Luck was in my favor then. They needed a doctor,” he says. “After I left, my luck seemed to run out. Especially where my daughter was concerned.”

“We’ll find her,” Israel says awkwardly. “We will.” James smiles, and it’s the same tired smile that Israel loved. It’s a smile he can still make out through the ruined crevices of James’ face.

“Of course we will,” he says, his voice thick with hollow determination. “We have to.”

There is no other alternative.

I just found out about him (and thus found him in game), and he amuses me. If you don't know what I'm talking about go here : http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/The_Roach_King

I would like a fic about him please. It can be as fluffy, creepy, or as cracky, etc. as you want. I will enjoy any of it.

Bonus points for having Butch meet him.

Serpent King vs Radroach King
let the games begin

Sounds good, go for it! I can't wait to see what you have in mind.

Bugs: "The Roach King may sometimes spawn as a female with a beard. "

Whelp, I'm in love with this prompt.

I'm gonna lurk a bit and see what turns up, or I may try my hand at it.

you heard me.

there's been a few James/F!LW noncons on the wiki and well, I've noticed they've generally had the classic "ooh she's a bad girl askin' to be punished"

frankly it kinda squicks me for some reason? but i'm entirely okay with an angelic LW getting abused by daddy.

but! i want lots of guilt on james's part. he knows he's hurting his little girl, but he can't stop.

and, uh, no "and then in the future she got revenge!" cus that also kinda squicks me out really bad. u_u; i hope you understand me, kink meme

Notable Kinks: Breasts, Lactation, Slavery, Bondage, Non-Con, Cannibalism
Other Tags: Misc Legon, OC
Summary: Mira has always wondered what's inside "The Barn" and she's unfortunately about to find out.
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In the entire camp, there was only a single building. Sure, there were tents, and even the remains of what might have once been a farmhouse, but there was really only the Barn. The farmhouse had been scavenged to repair the barn, patching up the holes in the sides and truly enclosing whatever lay within.

Mira knew curiosity was dangerous. She had been born to slavery, and had seen and experienced what happened to slaves who got too curious.

At best, they ended up dead.

So really, she should have known better than to go peeking in while her trainer was... occupied by one of the younger girls. She should have stayed where she was, because that was what he had told her to do. Instead, she'd snuck in, and been shocked by what she saw.

It had been the momentary paralysis of disbelief that had gotten her caught by one of the Barn Masters. He'd come upon her and taken her by surprise, clamping a hand down on her arm before she even knew she was there.

"I'll teach you to be where you're not supposed to be," he growled, stalking into another room and pulling the stumbling Mira behind. He shoved her down into a strange wood-and-metal chair, and snapped wrist and ankle restraints in place on her.

Perhaps she could have saved herself. Perhaps she would have died, or if she had been lucky, she might have even gotten away. But for all her curiosity, Mira was a slave born into a slave's life, and the idea of rebellion didn't cross her mind.

She just sat in the chair and blinked at him dumbly.

"You're not even gonna fight?" His voice sounded harsh in the near-silent room. "Stupid cow." For some reason, that comment made him laugh.

He crossed the room, and fiddled with something she couldn't see. When he returned, he had two... things in his hands. Things that were connected to hoses. They looked like old-world technology, but she couldn't begin to imagine what they were for.

He chuckled, and held one close to her face.

"They're for milking," he said, as if he knew she was confused. "We stick 'em to your tits, and we milk you." His earlier laughter started to make sense.

He reached out and grabbed the top of her ragged pre-war dress, shredding the fragile fabric. He yanked it open, spreading the ragged sides open until her breasts were exposed.

Another girl might have felt shame, but Mira had been her master's favorite for a long time. He'd enjoyed the pleasures of her flesh, enjoyed doing things to her. So much had happened to her that little embarrassed her any longer. So his hungry gaze upon her bare flesh hardly affected her at all.

He brought one of the cups to her breast, and pressed it on. He fussed with something, squeezed a ball a couple times, and smiled as it made her squirm in discomfort. It wasn't that it hurt, precisely, but it wasn't comfortable. He quickly attached the other one the same way.

"We even managed to repair the machine to suck the milk right out of you."

He stepped away, and started rotating a lever on some mechanical thing.

The pressure intensified, pulling hard on her nipples. A small moan escaped her, against her will. The closest she could come to describing it would be to compare it to when her master had sucked on her nipples. It wasn't entirely accurate though. This was harder, and steadier. It hurt a little, but with that hurt came a little pleasure.

She squirmed again, feeling herself growing moist. That did shame her as nothing else had. She fought herself, but was soon squirming again, trying to clench her thighs enough to put even the barest amount of pressure.

He seemed to know what she was doing, because he was there in an instant, his fingers delving into the warm spot between her thighs.

"You like this, do ya?" He lifted wet fingers before her face, holding them where she could see. "I think the little slut likes it."

She heard a chuckle from by the machine, and was surprised to see another slave turning the lever. She hadn't known anyone else had entered the room.

The man before her, the Barn Master was her most immediate concern, however. He was pressing his fingers into her, pumping in and out in time with the pulsating suction on her nipples. It elicited another moan from her. She didn't want to enjoy this, but as with so many other humiliating things they'd put her through, she found she was liking it.

His other hand moved in, finding her clit with practiced precision. He rubbed in just the right way to have her gasping openly, spreading herself wide for him. He took advantage of that to add another finger to the one currently thrusting into her.

Still the suction went on.

She was close, so close. She moaned, pressing her thighs as far open as they could go, lifting her hips up in time with his thrusting, trying to reach her orgasm. His stubble-roughened cheek brushed her inner thigh, the friction merely adding to the intensity of the moment. She heard laughter, but it didn't register. It didn't matter right now. She just. needed. to. come.

And then she was there, her release coming in a strangled cry of pleasure as he bit down hard on her inner thigh. The pain was sharp, cutting her orgasm short. It brought tears to her eyes. When she looked down, she saw crimson staining his lips.

He smiled. Pressed a bloody kiss against her knee, and stood.

"Clean her up, send her back to her master. Have him bill me for the damage done."

And then he was gone, and it was over. And Mira learned why good slaves didn't go poking where they didn't belong.

Ok, so there wasn't cannibalism, and I'd class it as dub-con rather than non-con, but the rest of the tags should be OK, right?

A!a are you me? I was considering posting something very similiar :> Thirded.

Well fuck me over twice I am excited
Can I just ask what other things you don't wish to see?

Wow, that was hot. Like really fucking hot.

I've never really thought about this being a kink of mine, but dammit you sold me!

Sorry, I thought I had responded before. Sounds great, I didn't think anybody would be into this to be honest. I'm excited to see what you come up with!

That was great, but way too short :( . You did a really wonderful job, especially for not liking this sort of kink!

Holy shit. That just brought tears to my eyes.

You're absolutely brilliant, A!Anon.

Multifilling this, because I have so much fun writing ANGST! I think "Bulletproof Soul" is so amazing that I can't compare, so we're going to run with something a little different. :)

I suppose in a vague way, it's related to: http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=8110989#t8110989

I might write the middle-piece at some point. Maybe.
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She might have been in love once. Might have had someone. She couldn't really remember anymore. The whiskey wouldn't let her. But that was the point, wasn't it? The whiskey kept her past blissfully blank, except when she thought too hard.

But she wasn't thinking, now.

His hands were clumsy as he unbuttoned her blouse and spread it. His face was greedy as he took in her bare chest. He groped and grabbed, his smile lopsided and drunk. She couldn't watch this. Couldn't participate now, though she'd initiated it.

She looked away, let her mind drift elsewhere. She imagined a graceful man, a man who didn't waste a single movement. His identity teased the edges of her thoughts, but she couldn't quite remember.

The damned whiskey.

His clumsy hands were on her belt, unfastening it, and then her pants. He drew them down over her legs, and she didn't fight him. She had started this, and she was going to see it through. She needed this, though she couldn't bring herself to encourage him. She needed this so she could forget.

But to forget what, exactly? She couldn't remember.

He was grunting and pumping at her. It was almost pleasurable, but she couldn't really be here right now. Couldn't let herself go. When she was this drunk, she could usually just run with it, could sometimes even get off once. She looked up at him. He was so young, so earnest. He was unmarked by the war, and maybe that was the problem.

She needed someone weathered. Someone who had been through it just like she had. Someone... else. A red hat flashed in her mind, but she didn't pursue that thought. It seemed dangerous.

It was over soon, and he left her there. He tried to be sweet, but she was having none of it, and sent him on his way.

What was she forgetting? Why was she forgetting?

She didn't know. Wasn't sure she wanted to know.

She poured herself another glass.

I frakkin love this. I love Cass and Boone and I love the angst. It makes me want to start another new game even though Skyrim is consuming my soul right now.

I hope you write more about those two.

I've been reading/writing for the SkyrimKinkMeme, too.

It's killing me. I want to play them both and read and write simultaneously, so I'm juggling. A lot. The end result is that I actually tried to have my Courier "shout" yesterday. XD

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

Mini Fill!

F!LW is also F!C (any pairing, but I'd like there to be one)

Re: Shakespeare in the Wasteland!

Re: F!LW is also F!C (any pairing, but I'd like there to be one)

Re: Microfill, "Just her and the twilight", F!Courier being naked

Re: Twenty-Two -- Boone/F!Courier -- 1/1

Re: Mini Fill!

Keep Your Composure 20/?

The Radroach King

Re: The Radroach King

Re: Legion Herder/ Random slaves or F!courier

Re: The Radroach King

James/Very Good Karma F!LW noncon

The Barn -- 1a/1

The Barn -- 1b/1

Tag Innacuracies

Re: F!LW is also F!C (any pairing, but I'd like there to be one)

Re: James/Very Good Karma F!LW noncon pot a!a

Re: The Barn -- 1b/1

Re: Legion Herder/ Random slaves or F!courier OP here!

Re: The Barn -- 1b/1 OP here

Re: Bulletproof Soul - 2/2

Empty -- Cass/Boone -- 1/1

Re: Empty -- Cass/Boone -- 1/1

Re: Empty -- Cass/Boone -- 1/1