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

Kinkmeme, I could really, really go for some daddy kink right about now.

OP greatly prefers slash and full consent but if you have something else in mind, go for it. And hey, if you want to whip out James, or just a James-craving LW inflicting their daddy issues on some unsuspecting person, go wild. Basically you can give me whatever you want and I'll love you so long as there are heaping bucketfuls of daddy kink.

James/F!LW has given me a perverted daddy kink. All of my seconded. <3 I would love to see who gets chosen. <3

I know right. Holy hell, the fills for James are just so good.

Third! I really want to see this filled.

Just as a clarification, "daddy kink" doesn't necessarily mean incest. In fact, it usually doesn't. Incest is awesome but daddy kink does not require that the parties involved be related or far apart in age or even male.

Ooooooh Yes!! James is a DILF!!

would OP be adverse to arcade/boone?

I might not be the OP but I second this idea wholeheartedly hnghhhh

OP would fucking love some Arcade/Boone.

sweeeeet lol I'll try to post something up by Saturday at the latest- stupid real life taking up my time, just wanted to pop in and say that I will fill this asap!

Then I shall sit here consumed with lust ~~for the rest of the evening~~ until Saturday or whenever you have time to fill this.

sorry for the cheesy dialog/oocness *punches self in the face* OK NOW THAT WE HAVE THAT OUT OF THE WAY... fic
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“Have I ever mentioned,” Arcade groused over the top of his drink, “that this place gives me the shivers? Not the good kind, either. Pretty sure they charge you for those here.”

Boone huffed, raising his drink slightly in a mock-toast. “Yeah, I'm glad I came too.”

Admittedly, the Atomic Wrangler was probably not the most ideal place to hold a celebration- the whole building reeked of sex, schmooze, and desperation. But it was the only place Arcade knew of to still be serving drinks at this hour. Getting to know Craig Boone, he had learned, was somewhat similar to extracting teeth. It was a slow, painful process, consisting mainly of grasping at whatever small information the other man offered up and then twisting and yanking at the tidbit until he could crack the story out of Boone's skull.

The reward, however, was usually more than worth the effort in Arcade's eyes. Any opportunity to understand a little bit more about the enigmatic sniper was a pretty rare occurrence, and not one he treated lightly. Which is why, upon discovering after half passed midnight (and a half gone bottle of whiskey passed between the two) that today was actually Boone's birthday, he insisted on treating the other man to a drink as a gift.

And that is how the two of them ended up sitting side by side on the dinky stools of the Atomic Wrangler's bar, the only patrons still awake in the entire establishment save for the occasional muted clunking and chirping of FISTO carrying out his nightly maintenance routine. Francine had made them drinks but disappeared into her room almost an hour ago, and Arcade had to wonder if she fell asleep or if she just got distracted.

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Arcade froze. He felt as though an ice cold hand had taken a hold of his lungs and squeezed the air out of them.

Oh god.

Oh god, Boone knew. His family? He had to know. Why would he care about his family? It was all over. Everything was over, Boone knew he was Enclave. God, how could he have been so stupid, so obvious? He must have given himself away, somewhere, something he said, some vital information he let slip-

Arcade squeezed his eyes shut for a second, composing himself. No. He had been careful. Maybe it's a false alarm. Be calm. He opened them again, casually looking down into his drink. “What... what do you want to know?” It would be best, he figured, to find out exactly how much Boone knew before assuming anything.

Boone turned his face, still resting heavily on his hands. “... your dad. What was he like?”

My dad. Arcade fought to keep a neutral expression. His father. Officer Arcade Gannon Sr., Navarro squadron, Enclave solider, main infantry. Amen.

“I. I didn't know him that well..”

The only face Arcade knows is his bug-eyed Telsa helmet.

“... he died when I was very young..”

A war casualty, he died defending a psychotic leader's delusions of grandeur.

“... but even when he was alive he worked a lot...”

He killed and tortured men, women, and children.

“... but I imagine he was a good man.”

Arcade knew he was a monster.

Boone sighed again, lifting his head heavily from his hands and wiping at his face, knocking the ever-present beret slightly askew. Arcade had to quash the urge to reach out and fix it.

He seemed to be in the clear, Boone didn't know. He had been mistaken, too jumpy. Too paranoid. But what else was new?

“So...why do you ask?”

Boone looked up into Arcade's face and now that Arcade was close enough to make out the man's eyes what he saw was heart breaking. Every part of the normally aloof and hardened sharpshooter's countenance screamed agony. Even when seriously hurt, even when Arcade would have to stitch up Boone's various Mojave-inflicted injuries with nothing more than some thread, a dull needle, and a pencil to bite on, never had he seen the man look so utterly harrowed. And then, Boone dropped the bomb:

“I was going to be a dad.”

And for the second time in only a matter of minutes, Arcade felt his stomach drop through the floor.

“Oh.. oh Craig. I didn't know. I'm so sorry.” He moved his hand, still frozen on Boone's arm, to grip his shoulder fiercely wanting- needing- to somehow relay some sort of comfort, or support, or something. Anything.

He had known about Carla, most of them knew thanks to the Courier's inability to practice any sort of privacy or discretion when it came to the affairs of others. But it was never malicious gossip, only worried confiding, and everyone had done their best to be understanding without treating Boone any differently than they already had been.

Arcade knew what happened in Novac, how the courier stealthily investigated almost everyone in the town once she'd met Boone and found out that his wife had been kidnapped and killed. How she'd turned the town inside out looking for clues. He knew about the receipt, about the sale, about Boone's blind hatred for anything legion (and really, Arcade didn't blame him in the least).

But he hadn't known Carla was pregnant. Damn him. He hadn't known.

In an uncharacteristic display, Boone clapped his own hand over Arcade's on his shoulder and gripped it fiercely. Arcade gripped back with just as much intensity, for once at a complete loss for words.

Boone shut his eyes, shaking his head and forcing out a humorless laugh. “Sorry, fuck, I don't know why I-” Arcade cut him off. “Don't apologize. You have nothing to feel sorry for. We just, we probably just had too much to drink, right? But it's alright. It's ok. I mean, it's not ok but... you're my friend, Craig. I care about you.”

Boone let go of Arcade's hand, shrugging him off.

“Suppose I would have been a lousy dad anyway.” Boone's voice was barely above a whisper.

“Stop!” Arcade interjected, and was surprised when the command came out much harsher than he had intended. “Sorry. It's just- don't say that, ok? It isn't true.”

Boone snorted derisively.

“Craig. I mean it. You're a stubborn idiot, you have thicker barriers than the Old Mormon Fort, and quite frankly you're a terrible conversationalist. But. You're also indispensably loyal, morally upright, and you love. You're capable of a kind of extraordinary love. You've had to make horrible choices, terrible choices that would have broken a lesser man but you're still here because you loved Carla so deeply. You cared about her more than yourself, you gave everything up to save her.” Arcade paused, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes and took a deep breath. Reeling in his feelings. His cheeks burned as if he had spent the entire day basking in the desert sun, and maybe it was the drink, or maybe it just needed to be finally said. So he continued:

“And I know she loved you Boone, she loved you just as much. There's this... saying. Ab actu ad posse valet illatio. 'From the past, one can infer the future'. Anyone looking at your past can see you were an exceptional man.. and any child of yours would be lucky as hell just to simply be the recipient of that prodigious adoration. You would be a GOOD father. A great father. I never really... nobody ever really told me the specifics of how my dad died. He was... away.. at the time. Feels like he ran away, like he got away and escaped, leaving my mother and I to the wolves. You didn't do that, Craig, and I know it isn't my damn place but you did... you did the right thing. Because..you loved them so much.”

Arcade inwardly winced at the way his own voice cracked, raw and vulnerable with an aching emotion he couldn't quite place. Where was this coming from? “And honestly, sometimes I wish... I wish I had a dad like you.”

Boone let out a strangled growl, and Arcade's eyes snapped open as he suddenly found himself slammed into the hard edge of the bar counter, Boone pressing against him and holding him down. Despite the difference in height, the shorter man was able to pin him quite easily. “That what you want, Gannon?” he hissed into his ear hoarsely. His breath was hot on Arcade's neck and something dark and dangerous coiled low in his belly. Boone pressed tighter against the doctor, nuzzling against him, and the delicious rasp of stubble against Arcade's own soft cheek sped his breath into pants. “You want a daddy?”

No. No no no no no. This was bad. And ok, maybe Arcade had made a lot of bad decisions in his lifetime, but even he knew this was a Very Bad Decision. They were drunk. They were upset. God, why couldn't he just plan a normal birthday celebration? No no no-

“Let me be your daddy.”

He couldn't, anymore. It was too much. He couldn't.

“....god yes.”

Boone kissed him fiercely, and Arcade felt as though voicing his desire had unlatched the floodgates- words poured from his lips, nonsensical encouragements and pleas assuring him that yes, this is what he wanted, what needed, this was perfect, Boone was perfect, oh, daddy...

It eventually occurred to Arcade, through his lust-addled fog, that their current location was entirely too public. Luckily, privacy was not that far-the courier owned a room in the wrangler, apparently some sort of compensation for finding that god awful sexbot, and she had given all her companions an extra key in care they ever needed to make use of it in an emergency.

And this was most certainly an emergency- Arcade was in danger of utterly losing his mind if he couldn't have Boone naked in the next ten seconds. He voiced this concern to Boone in a way that was most certainly charming and sultry and not at all whiny or demanding.. he was suave, damn it. Boone chuckled, releasing Arcade from where he was pinned and catching his face in his hands. “Patience, baby, don't worry. I'm gonna take good care of you.” He trailed a thumb across Arcade's lower lip. “Real good care of you.”

Boone was going to kill him. That was it. He was so turned on he was literally going to die, and his gravestone would read: “Here lies Arcade Israel Gannon, he died as he lived: completely overwhelmed.”

He pulled Boone's thumb into his mouth, capturing the tip of it between his teeth and grinning. At some point the sniper had taken off his sunglasses and there was still something off about him, something dark and wrong on his face, but Arcade began to suspect that it was mirrored in his own expression as well.

This was wrong, all wrong. But he couldn't care, anymore.

Hooking his thumb against Arcade's teeth, Boone forced the other man's jaw down and kissed him, holding his mouth open to press their tongues together. Arcade melted, wrapping his arms around Boone's shoulders and allowing his mouth to be ravaged for a few more blissful seconds before pushing the other man away. “People are going to start coming in soon, so unless you're planning to undress me right here on top of the bar I suggest we make our way upstairs. Not that I'm morally opposed to the idea, mind you- I do love being the center of attention.” Boone rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, taking Arcade by the waist and all but manhandling him up the stairway. “Do you ever stop talking?”

Arcade pressed back against Boone as they walked, purposefully rolling and grinding his hips until he drew a moan from the other man. “Well,” he purred. “Maybe just this once. Since it is your birthday.”

Boone huffed, reaching forward with one both hands- one moving to unlock the suite door, and the other pressing firmly between the doctor's legs, pawing roughly at Arcade and pressing his fingers against the straining outline of his erection, indulgently feeling the curve and swell of it beneath his doctor's fatigues.

“Hmm.. happy birthday to me.”

The door's lock gave an audible click as it disengaged, and they both stumbled inside.

HELLOOOOO KINKS I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD

Please for the love of all that is good update this soon!

OP is so fucking excited oh my god. Please excuse me while I aljl;dfh;hrwqwjke. Oh god. More. Please.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST POGO STICK BLUE BALLS

I'm feeling very much like Arcade here -- I'm going to die from being absolutely overwhelmed by this unbearably touching and then scorching hot little fic of yours.

The pace of the story was perfect, the gentle kind of nudging towards the OH FUCK OH FUCK BOONE, OH FUCK was wonderful and very well done. Super well written, super believable. I love how you write these two together.

Please, author anon. I rarely beg, but here I am. Begging. Please don't keep me waiting long!

Also: in case I didn't make myself clear.

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT

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Wow... "Let me be your daddy." That was... like... I'd say "I'll be in my bunk", but first I've got to read some more!

“You didn't have to do this, you know,” Boone muttered lowly. Arcade dismissively waved his hand. “Sure I did. I just wish you would have told me sooner! Like, oh I don't know- before your actual birthday?”

“I don't usually like celebrating,” Boone protested, but Arcade scarcely heard him over the resounding clink of his glass colliding with the other man's still tilted one, elicited a glower. Whatever. He would not let Boone's pessimism interfere with them having a good time tonight. “Come on, lighten up! It's your birthday, you're drunk, and we are probably surrounded by the questionable citizens of Vegas fornicating with each other in cramped and dirty rooms! Can't you feel the magic?”

Boone rolled his eyes. “With a nice this perfect, who needs magic.”

“Don't even try sarcasm with me, Craig. You'd have better luck seducing one of Gomorrah’s hookers.”

Boone raised a single eyebrow. Arcade shrugged, taking a deep swing from his drink before elaborating:

“Can't beat a master at their own game.”

It was hard for Arcade to tell whether the choking noise that burst from Boone's throat was one of amusement or disbelief, as the other man's eyes were obfuscated by his tinted sunglasses. There was probably some symbolism there, Arcade mused as he choked down another mouthful of whatever vile moonshine the Garret twins were passing off as drinks these days. The sunglasses were a barrier, maybe. A shield, or defense. Arcade was sure he would have an easier time figuring it out if his brain didn't feel quite so fuzzy.

Boone's voice was still low as he responded “Hm. Well. No loss to me. If I felt like trying my luck with strung out junkies, I'd just hang around Freeside's alleys.” He sipped at his drink, seemingly not as bothered by the taste (or lack thereof).

Arcade laughed in delight, “Alright, I'll let you slide because that was funny. I knew you had a sense of humor in there somewhere, Craig-y boy.”

Boone narrowed his eyes. “Don't call me that, Gannon.”

Arcade shuddered dramatically. “Honestly, the amount of implication you manage to pack into the two syllables of my name is actually quite impressive. If I didn't know any better I'd think you WEREN'T cherishing every moment of our time together.” This earned a smirk from Boone. A small, understated smirk that Arcade probably would have otherwise missed had he not already been blatantly staring at the other man's mouth. “Guess you read me like a book, huh?”

Arcade blanched.“Are you teasing me? My god. You're actually teasing me. Wait wait, hold still and let me take a mental picture so I can frame this moment forever. This'll be something I can tell my grand kids someday.”

Boone swatted at Arcade's arm. Maybe all the drinking was loosening him up. Or maybe, Arcade thought, he's finally fallen for my dazzling charm and wit.

He figured it was probably the drinking.

“Grand kids. Huh. Seems optimistic, considering how everything's gone to shit these days. Most people are lucky to squeeze out even one more generation.”

“Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine and kittens-” There was that tiny smirk, again. “-But you have a point. Families are a rare thing in the wasteland, and it seems like they just keep getting harder and harder to find. You'd think people would be more stubborn about, you know, keeping together. Protecting each other, and everything.”

To his shock, he felt Boone slump forward and turned to see the man leaning against the bar on his elbows with his forehead pressed against his palms, a pained expression crossing his face.

“Are you alright?” Arcade pressed a frantic hand to Boone's arm, turning to face him and automatically switching into doctor-mode. “What's wrong, Craig, are you hurt?”

Boone heaved a shaky sigh, shoulders rising and falling steadily in one deep, controlled breath. “Can I ask you something, Arcade?”

Boone was using his first name. That was... new. Arcade couldn't tell if it excited him immensely or scared him shitless. Perhaps it was somewhere in between. “Of course,” he answered, hoping he didn't sound too startled. Unconsciously, he rubbed his hand back and forth on Boone's bicep in a soothing motion. Boone didn't shake him off, which was a good sign.

“What was your family like?”

Tags: Fluff, Het, F!Courier, Old Ben, Daddy kink.
Summary: Porn so fluffy, it makes Skinny Love sound cute.

He’d heard it before, of course- he worked as a male escort for a while- but it had never really been his “cup of tea” so-to-say. But this...?

“Daddy!” Erin moaned, biting on her knuckles with that rosy flush on her pale face...

Well, this he could get into.

She was a hardass, oh sure, walked around covered in guns like she couldn’t kill you with her little finger, but she was hurting, deep down. Old Ben knew the look. She spent more time asking about him than he spent in most jobs, and didn’t talk about herself much, but she’d answer whatever he asked. It was really a matter of finding the right questions, and it didn’t occur to him until later that night the significance of her Freudian slip when she called him Dad. It wasn’t a big deal to Old Ben- he had a bit of that two-kids-and-a-picket-fence vibe, he’d admit- but his quick dismissal to call him “whatever sounded right” had been met with a smile a little too thankful.

One thing led to another- “another” meaning the little secret he was sleeping on cardboard again tonight- and she generously offered her room up at the Wrangler.

“Didn’t your dad ever tell you not to trust strange men?” he had joked.

“Are you saying you’re a strange man, Dad?” she had replied. He laughed, and she winked, and he offered to sleep on the couch, and she kissed him before she got the door open.

The rest, they say, is history- even if it was a bit blurry now.

They both knew the drill. You kiss, rip each other’s clothes off, and pretend “knowing the drill” meant you knew the first thing about the other person. They surprised each other, him when she nipped his ear and said “Do you want me to suck your cock?”, and her when he replied “Why don’t you lay back and let dear Old Dad take care of you?” She grinned without even thinking about how much she hated her smile.

So, maybe a daddy kink wasn’t just for golddiggers (she had the caps to buy them both onto the Strip several times over, while Ben slept in alleys most nights) and girls with daddy issues (her father sounded better than his, which was saying something). Ben obliged, teasing his finger up and down her slit- but not pushing in just yet, not until she was good and ready. She was already whimpering and flushed, pushing her pelvis against him, so he dipped one in ever-so-slowly, and that little moan was just adorable as she twitched around that one finger, tight and wet. He rocked in and out of her gently, licked from one side of her labia to the other and flicked his tongue over the clit. He pulled the hood back with his thumb, but even his breath had her twitching then, too sensitive. He took it into his mouth, shielded by the hood, and laved at it while he slipped another finger in. Erin groaned, and bit her lip, and balled her fist up in the sheets, so Ben rubbed her clit with his left hand and twisted in and out of her with his right because he had this thing about getting a woman off before he ever got inside of her, and he really, really wanted to be inside of her. Erin came with a squeak- an honest to God squeak- legs shaking, and she was barely finished with “Thank you, Daddy” when he sheathed himself inside of her, one long stroke.

Erin yelped, and for a while they just stared at each other, her blue eyes huge and foggy, Ben trying to calm down, slow down. They had all night. He kissed her- slow- tongues sweeping over each other in a ballroom dance and God, he’d have to take her dancing someday. “Ready?” he asked.

She smiled, hazy, and nodded unrhythmically. Maybe he’d have to teach her how to dance, in that case, but for now, he swayed his hips forward and back, and she made some adorable peeping noises, this surprise and joy painted on her face, giddy with lust. He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear, reminding himself not to rush, to not take the pleasure as an encouragement to go faster, but a sign he was doing just fine like this. “You’re doing great,” he whispered, because she was, “so sweet and tight. How do you like it, Princess?”

“Love it, love it, love it!” she babbled, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Fuck me Daddy, please!”

Old Ben skimmed a callused hand over her wide hips, always minimized by the straight cut of her leather jacket, the cinch of her waist, curled around her breast and squeezed just enough to be noticed before he sucked the nipple into his mouth. Her middle was still soft, even if the rest of her was hardened by the Wasteland, and he wanted to be soft on her. She looked like she didn’t get enough of it. And the noises!- he had to be doing something right, with her squealing like that. He was in and out in near-full strokes, slipped out of her once or twice, and she whined each time. Ben just smiled, kissed a line up to her neck and kissed her there, and the other side, and both ears, both cheeks, both of her fluttering eyelids, and her forehead. She was giggling when she pulled his lips to meet hers, both of them grinning. He pressed their foreheads together, sweat sticking.

“Tell me how you feel.” he said, and Erin giggled.

“I feel awesome. Safe. Horny.” Her ankles unhooked from his waist and slid down to the backs of his thighs, knees, and her hand held the burning back of his neck. “Like a pillow princess. Let me do some of the work.”

Ben kissed her arm where it dangled close. “Nope. Maybe some other time. Be a pillow princess tonight.”

Both her hands went to his cheeks and her eyelids fluttered- there, he was hitting something right. When they opened, they focused on his. “Can I keep you?”

Old Ben slouched to his elbows and kissed her jaw. No teeth, he decided, not tonight. “As long as you like.”

Erin giggled again, yelped, and giggled some more. Yep, right there. He locked in the angle sped up a bit; she shrieked, loud, and clenched up around him, and moaned, and he was so close to losing it. “Where do you want me to finish?”

“Right there.” she gasped.

“You sure?”

She wrapped her arms tight around him, bit her lip and nodded fervently. “Radiation.”

Ben wasn’t a doctor, but he knew enough about medicine to know what radiation could do to a reproductive system- usually, ruin it. He didn’t need much more encouragement, pressed his face to the side of her neck, and came. Erin lapped at his ear, and he could feel her smile pressed to her cheek, feel her laugh against his chest. He breathed, and rolled off.

“Normally,” he began, out of breath despite his best efforts, “I’d clean up a bit, but I’m not entirely sure I can get up right now.”

She giggled again, and he could just keep listening to her laugh forever. “Just go to sleep.” She tapped his arm condescendingly, and laced her fingers with his.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice.” he said. He wasn’t worried about sleeping, for once. Her hand in his told him she’d be there when he woke up.

You have no idea how happy I was to see an Old Ben fill. This is so damn good.

Oh man oh man I love Old Ben and I love your Erin and I never even thought of myself being into daddy kink before this but this is HELLA hot and sweet. I just feel all warm and fluffy and happy for the two of them.

ohhhhhh my god thank you so much...the daddy kink really made this.

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