Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I

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Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!

Rules:

• 18+ only.


• No M/F content, regardless of the orientations of the parties involved.


• No sexual content involving anyone under the age of 18.


• Post anonymously.


• Trans and NB characters are more than welcome.


• Put the characters, ships, or kinks that you're requesting in the subject line.


• Tag in the subject line for common triggers and potentially distressing content.


• Before making a request, please post a fill or leave a comment. Let's get this party started, prompt away!


• Don't be an asshole.

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PROMPT TABLE

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01.	Defiant	02.	Powder	03.	Grateful	04.	Decent	05.	Union
06.	Cleansed	07.	Go	08.	Shame	09.	Objective	10.	Strength
11.	Life	12.	Contempt	13.	Wrong	14.	Sweeten	15.	Hands
16.	Strangle	17.	Lullaby	18.	Untouchable	19.	Whispered	20.	Prayers
21.	Obvious	22.	Rhythm	23.	Afterlife	24.	Hidden	25.	Parade
26.	Touch	27.	Free	28.	Enjoy	29.	Shining	30.	Overflow
31.	Stimpak	32.	Vault	33.	Pipboy	34.	Cherchez la femme	35.	Confirmed bachelor
36.	Arroyo	37.	Mojave	38.	Megaton	39.	Goodneighbor	40.	Boneyard
41.	Enclave	42.	Legion	43.	NCR	44.	Brotherhood of Steel	45.	Minutemen

Pick a prompt or have RNG do it for you!

F!LW/Amata - Whispered

[(Anonymous)]

Amata has seen her leave the fault once before, and this will be the second time. The Wasteland has changed her girlfriend, but she doesn’t know if it’s for the better or worse. Amata does know her girlfriend holds that pistol much more comfortable than before and she shoots without hesitation now; she survives instead of lives now. She can’t help but feel the guilt in her chest, pressing down a she exhales. Amata just wishes somehow she could piece together the moments of them laughing together, hiding away in a forgotten place in the vault to share private kisses and intimate conversations.

If she were braver, she’d walk out with the Vault with her, but she’s a coward that just wants things to return to normal. She daydreams of the impossible instead, and the only reality she wants to face right now is that someone she loves is leaving for good this time.

She’s not asked my Amata to stay this time, instead she just stares into Amata’s eyes waiting for the goodbye they know is inevitable.

Amata doesn’t get to say the word goodbye, taking too long. She’s staring at a back that’s walking away from her. She reaches out, grabbing her wrist because Amata doesn’t want her to go yet.

She whispers word that are desperate, but she can’t recall the exact words for the plea. She remembers the tone, how it feels like part of her soul leaves her body as she says them.

“I’m a hero, and I need to leave.”

Amata lets go.

Cait/Curie, hurt/comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love to see some h/c between these two! Cute or dark, either's good.

Bonus: Cait is the one comforting Curie!

Re: Cait/Curie, hurt/comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I can probably pull this off, but it might not be the longest thing. I'll make sure to add Cait as the one who is comforting Curie.

Deacon/anyone, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

Whenever he manages to stop goofing off, Deacon's the king of dirty talk, and he drives someone to distraction just by getting all hey-lil-mama at them. Literally anyone is good for the talkee, but Danse would be incredible.

TransM!SoleSurvivor/Deacon: smut, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

WARNING: Trans dude Sole Survivor/Deacon, smut, dirty talk, fingering, minor d/s elements, silly ending

"Wow baby, look how excited you are, squeezing down on my fingers so nicely," Deacon said as his hand moved, grinning when the General tried to move his hips to the movement of his fingers, "Bet I could slide right on in without a problem."

The infamous Sole Survivor only groaned as he tried to rock his hips to push his fingers deeper inside of him, teeth gritted and a blush coming through the dirt smudged cheeks. Deacon only kept casually moving his fingers as he used his free hand to drag the other man's shirt up and out of the way of his belly, chest and pecs, tucking the excess material into his collar to keep it out of the way. His moving hand, and the place it was moving, was still mournfully hidden by a pair of worn boxers and an opened pair of jeans but he was going to get to that... eventually. Right now Deacon just really wanted to see the big badass Sole Survivor cum from words.

He was seated behind him, head on his shoulder and in a perfect spot to talk filth into his ear, his legs tangled with the General's to keep them spread. He spread his legs, thus the other man's legs a touch, and readjusted his hand to ease up on the cram from the tight confines.

"Look how wet and open you are, boss man," He said, right into his ear. He grinned when a stuttered gasp was his response and a tightening of the wet flesh around his fingers. "Liked that, huh? Don't worry, General man, I can keep talking."

"Wonder if you could get off on this, chief, just little old me talking in your ear and fingering you while you keep getting wetter and wetter and more and more desperate for something better then a couple fingers in ya." Sole just moaned loudly, trying to rock his to force his fingers deeper inside of him. "Man, you're already getting kind of needy. My fingers are only so long, chief, trying to fuck yourself on them will only get you so far."

"Deacon," A needy voice groaned deeply.

"Yes dear?" He grinned as he just casually kept moving his two fingers in and out of the man, despite his desperate bucking and grinding. Two rough hands clawed at his legs. "Nothing? That's fine, I'll just enjoy how goddamn wet you are, how you're tightening on my fingers, you little groans and how you keep trying to move your hips."

"Deacon, fuck, please give me more, I'm so close!" Sole grunted.

"Oh, alright," He teased.

One of his hands went down the back of his pants, groping the nice tight little ass before shoving the pants out of his way. He did the same with the boxers, giving them a chance to see his fingers moving in and out of Sole. With those out of the way, he readjusted his hand before wriggling a third finger in next to his other two. The needy little sexy gasp that Sole let out was nice, even better when he used his thumb to taunt Sole's blood flushed little dick.

"Damn, look at you boss, three fingers and taking them like a champ. You really are nice, open and wanting something in here. In fact, I think you need something in here before you lose your mind, huh? My fingers not enough for you? Even if I do..."

He pushed his fingers as deep as physically possible inside and the shout he got was sure to tell anyone within a mile what they were doing. The tightening around his fingers told him though, that Sole was beyond caring at this point. Sole's hand tightened on his thighs and the man used them to start minutely start fucking his fingers, lifting his hips and shoving them down to get friction.

"Wow, never knew you could be this wanton, you just keep making this needy noises and doing all this needy stuff. People might taaallllkkk~" He made sure to drop his voice real low and raspy in Sole's ears and the noise he made could have only come out of a premo porn holotape. "But you like the talk? Especially mine, don't blame you, got the voice. The kind of voice that came make people lose their minds by just telling them to do it. I bet I could make you do it, wanna bet boss man?"

Sole whined loudly, drool escaping his open, wet and wanting mouth. The wet heat around his fingers was practically suckling him in and he knew a small puddle was slowly forming underneath them.

"Huh chief, can you do that for me? Can you do it? Because I..." He let his voice go low and raspy again and got real close to Sole's ear. "Want... you to... cum now."

And fuck he was, throwing his head back and practically roaring as the flesh around his fingers contracted and then started to spasm and wetness just escaped him. He let Sole ride it out, grinning as the man slowly settled, the flesh twitching less and less and finally relaxing. Easing his wet fingers out, he marveled at the wetness as Sole just panted.

"Damn."

After a moment, Sole spoke up. "Hey Deacon?"

"Yeah?"

"You fucking forgot my name again, didn't you?"

"W-what? Pfft, no! I-I would never do that to you, the infamous Sole Survivor, General of the Minutemen, hero of Diamond City-"

"Deacon."

"...Yeah."

Sole snorted, nudging him hard before just barking in laughter. He chuckled as he let his head hit Sole's shoulder, only slightly mourning the sexy beast imagine that he had just ruined for the big boss man.

preston/sturges

[(Anonymous)]

preston/sturges

preston tops

Fic: All the time, anywhere (Preston/Sturges, explicit, shameless fluff)

[(Anonymous)]

Working on the water purifier was a pain in the ass, but it had its advantages. Sure, the metal'd heat up in the sun and burn your hands if you leaned on it wrong, and the filter stank like hell, but from his position on top of it Sturges could see the returning party before they got home.

Returns were always dicey. Depended on exactly how many parts of how many people came back. Sturges waited on top of his perch and smoked his cigarette, watching the party until they came closer, counting heads and limbs.

The Minutemen's new general, unmistakable even from a distance, was brandishing something, a handful of big ol' claws jutting out from a fist and making for one damn mean punch. There was the skinny little merc from Goodneighbor, and Valentine, and the rotten bruiser who'd drank Sturges under the table before she'd left and won his money in a series of drunk bets, and walking along with them all was Preston. The exhaustion in the line of his shoulders was visible even from a distance, but he was there.

It was the work of a moment to fit his patched and soldered panel back in place and to shimmy down from the top of the purifier, one muddy boot on the pump case and the other on the support and then both in the river. When he hit the power switch it kicked into life with a groan. Behave for me, little lady, he thought with a little desperation, but the sludgy murmur of the pump purred along without any clanks or thumps or leaks.

Job done, he clambered up the cracked clay of the river bed and headed back to his house, and damn if that wasn't still a luxury, new homeowner's pride making him waste valuable seconds to wipe the silt off his boots before entering. He hit the water heater switch to set it running, and made some arrangements that needed making. Rummaging through his kitchen cabinets (paint long since peeled, and hell if that wasn't another entry on the unending list of shit that needed doing), he found a pitcher and a couple of mismatched glasses, chipped but usable. Vanity made him run his hands through his hair to fix it from the sweat-stiff mess of the day's work; humility instantly punished him for it, only too belatedly remembering the grease on his hands. It was just that kinda day, he supposed.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," Preston said when he met them by the bridge, and when Sturges handed him a glass of water fresh from the purifier, his smile set the corners of his eyes to crinkling.

"Get up to anything interesting?"

Preston opened his mouth, then shut it again. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

They peeled off of the rest of the group, leaving them to wet their whistles; in Cait's case, sunburn peeling across her nose, by dunking her head under the tap. The two of them threw small talk back and forth as Preston followed Sturges back home, and the sight of Preston knocking the dust off of his boots before crossing the threshold made something rise inside Sturges' chest, some weight taken from him.

Sturges whistled as Preston took off his coat, settling it to the side. "Any new scars?"

He got a set of rolled eyes in reply, but they came with a smile. "Is that something you'd like?"

"I don't know," Sturges grinned. "Might be kinda dashing."

"I'll keep that in mind during the next gunfight."

Rolling papers in hand, Sturges sat on the skinny edge of the bathtub as Preston got in and rinsed himself off, cold water turning brown before it even hit the bottom of the tub. When most of the trail dust had been sluiced off, runoff flowing through the pipes and out onto Sturges' burgeoning backyard melon patch, he stuck in the plug and let the tub fill. When Preston finally leaned back in the tub, eyes falling shut with the luxury of hot water, Sturges reached out and stuck a lit cigarette between his lips.

Preston opened one eye, fixing it on Sturges. "So are you gonna get in, too? Or do I have to say please?"

"Nothin' wrong with using your manners." He cocked his head. "But is that a polite way of sayin' that I need a bath?"

"You could use one. You've got a little something in your hair."

"Oh, well, in that case..."

The tub wasn't huge, but Sturges didn't exactly mind getting a little cozy. Water poured out of the over-filled tub as he climbed in, legs muddled up with Preston's, ankles digging into Preston's hips.

"A waste of water," Preston tutted.

"When you think about it, we're doubling up. That's got to save water."

"Oh, well. No-one can argue with that."

It was cramped and a little awkward, thighs overlapping thighs and their knees up out of the water, but it was good, one of those moments that made everything else worth it. Sturges let himself relax, leaning back against the rim of the tub, and snagged one of Preston's feet, rolling his thumb against the ball of his foot.

They'd known each other for long enough for Sturges to see where the look in Preston's eyes was leading. At the same time, though, his expression may have said I want you, but the bags under his eyes were saying I want to sleep for a week.

"We don't have to, y'know. Not if you're tired."

"Babe," Preston said, voice strained. "Get over here."

"One sec." With a flourish, Sturges leaned over and lifted one of the towels he'd stacked on top of a nearby crate, revealing a tube of lubricant.

The look that Preston gave him was equal parts warm and exasperated, and Sturges loved it. "You really do think of everything, don't you?"

"Hey, I'm a practical fella," was all that Sturges got out, and then Preston was shifting, moving forward until they were chest to chest, that familiar weight pressing Sturges down against the cracked porcelain, Preston's mouth on his.

Most days, Sturges liked playing that role, pinning Preston down on a mattress and giving him everything that he could, but there was no chance of that right now. Preston moved like he'd been wanting nothing but this for days, and Sturges wasn't particularly inclined to object to whatever pretty pictures the man had built in his head.

Said pretty pictures probably took place somewhere a little more amenable than a half-full tub, but all logistical problems had fixes, and that was what Sturges was best at. It wasn't the most elegant solution, hips barely arched up out of the water with Preston's fingers inside him, knees scraping the bottom of the tub, his wet hair down in his eyes, but at that moment he wouldn't have traded it for a dozen perfectly working water purifiers.

The shortness of Preston's movements, too tired for teases and flourishes, didn't hide the need that was driving them. Preston dropped kisses to the back of Sturges' neck, and when he slid inside, Sturges could feel Preston's sharp inhalation ghost across his wet skin with a chill.

And then it was just the two of them, like Preston had never left; Sturges rocking back under Preston, Preston's hands steady but somehow desperate on Sturges' hips, calloused hands holding him tight. "I missed you, you know that?" Sturges managed, breath coming short, and when Preston let out a shaky little wordless noise, he let out a chuckle and tilted his head to the side for a kiss.

He could tell when Preston had reached his limit, hands coming up from Sturges' hips to clutch at his chest, pressing down against his back to hold him close. Sturges rocked back against him, hips arching up as best he could, until Preston was coming, his mouth open and panting against Sturges' shoulder, his thighs shaking.

"Turn over," he murmured despite his state, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Let me see."

"Awful bossy of you," Sturges laughed, but obliged. His ass in Preston's lap, one leg slung over the edge of the tub, he bought himself off, Preston's hands stroking the muscles of his thighs.

The sun was coming down, and Preston was back again, and no-one had stuck their heads in through the hole in Sturges' living room to yell that the purifier was all busted up again.

Maybe the next expedition out of Sanctuary wouldn't be so lucky, but for now, life was pretty good.

The sound of Preston's breathing slowing caught his attention, drawing him from his thoughts. "Okay, up and at 'em, champ. No sleeping in the tub."

"Just a short nap?" Preston's attempt at beguiling eyes was cut short by a towel to the face. "Oof. Okay, fine."

Finally out of the cooling water, Preston sighed at the touch of freshly-washed towels as only someone who'd been in the field for weeks could. "I missed you too, you know."

"Are you sayin' that to me, or the fluffy towels?" With a grin, Sturges tugged the towel down over Preston's smile. "Yeah, I kinda got that. Now scoot your butt to bed before you fall over in my damn bathroom."

"Sir, yes, sir," Preston said, faux military sharp, and then leaned over and gave Sturges a decidedly un-military kiss.

Yeah, life was definitely good.

cass/veronica, sex in public

[(Anonymous)]

cass hiking up veronica's potato sack and eating her out quick and messy while veronica has to keep quiet in case they get discovered

Re: cass/veronica, sex in public

[(Anonymous)]

big yes for seconding this!

Cass/Veronica

[(Anonymous)]

Wanting something that gets into the downtime between the companions whenever the Courier just so happens to get disappeared from the Mojave and into Big MT or the Sierra Madre for like a whole week or so - specifically, with so much time to kill, what do Cass and Veronica get up to together?

Can be sweet fluff or filled up to the brim with sex or both, but no non-con or anything like it, please. Just good ol' fashioned two ladies being into each other.

Boone/Arcade, muscles

[(Anonymous)]

For whatever reason, Boone ends up completely soaked and running around the wasteland with his wet t-shirt clinging to the hard muscles underneath. Arcade sees this and decides that he really, really likes seeing it.

Bonus points for flustered Arcade and completely oblivious Boone. I'd like this to somehow end in sexy times but it's okay if, instead of actual sexy times, Arcade gets himself off while fantasizing about Boone.

Squicks: choking, biting, scratching, bathroom stuff

Re: Boone/Arcade, muscles

[(Anonymous)]

please...someone...

Robo!Curie/Any, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys

[(Anonymous)]

Testing the limits of the human body. For science.

Re: Robo!Curie/Any, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys

[(Anonymous)]

I can't believe it. I have been writing a fic of this for about a week now. And wasn't planning on posting it anytime soon till I saw this prompt. Talk about motivation. It's gonna be posted soon prompt anon.

[(Anonymous)]

Stolen from the other kmeme -

So Nate was on leave or in college, and short of cash and he wound up modelling for an underground nudie mag. Think of the heavily posed, artistic 60's aesthetic of 50's muscle mags and you get where i'm coming from.

Fast forward to post Vault 111 and Nate is unknowingly famous as generations of Btotherhood youth have pleasured themselves to said nudie mag. I want gloriously epic levels of fanboying and embarassment.

How many of the Brotherhood have used the magazine for some private time in the spank bank? Can Danse even look at Nate without turning beet reed? Can Maxson?

Basically I want homoerotic guys being dudes

[(Anonymous)]

I started writing something for this already

X6/Sturges

[(Anonymous)]

two nice synth boys!!

Dinner Invitation [Gen] [X6/Sturges]

[(Anonymous)]

Characters: X6-88, Sturges, F!SoleSurvivor, Piper, Codsworth + Strong (Briefly)
Relationship: M/M (Some F/F too)
Rating: Gen
Summary: X6 invites Sturges over to his house, a relationship blossoms.

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Codsworth hummed a jaunty tune to himself as he trimmed the 'greenery' of Sanctuary. To call it greenery was a stretch, though. The plant life of sanctuary was withered and dry, destroyed by the fallout those hundreds of years ago. Undeterred, the unit refused to give up on the garden. Even in it's downtrodden state. What flowers looked presentable, he did not trim. The rest were swept into a pile to be removed later.

“Codsworth!”

The blade accidentally severed through one of the posys. “Bother” The Mr.Handy cursed to himself, before turning himself around to face had abruptly addressed him. Sturges stood there, his hands held behind his back, sporting his usual warm, welcoming smile. “Codsworth, you didn't invite over to tea yesterday!” The mechanic laughed, leaning forward on his toes, then resting back onto his feet.

“Oh- well...” Codsworth struggled to think of an excuse for dodging Struges this time. He had nothing against Sturges, goodness no. He was a good hearted man who probably had never committed a crime in his entire life. It was just... Codsworth's optics scanned the synth up and down. As usual, Sturges was wearing his horrible, grubby overalls. As well as that awful, grotty shirt that probably had not been washed in over two hundred years.

The man was just so FILTHY.

“I've just not had time to fit it into my busy schedule is all, Mister Sturges!” The robot quickly replied, waving a clawed arm around in the air. Had he used that excuse before? Hopefully not. Sturges simply nodded in response. “Alrighty then, do come find me when you get the time, though!” he spoke, still sporting his smile, before taking off in the direction he came in.

Codsworth let out a sigh of relief. If Sturges planned on changing his clothes anytime soon, he would be more than happy to have him come over. But he was often coated in grease, oil and other substances that would never come out of the furniture. Happy Sturges was out of both hearing range and sight, Codsworth returned to his gardening.

Glory/F!Any - shibari

[(Anonymous)]

Please gimme this glorious lady tying up and topping her willing and enthusiastic partner, please!

Tighten -- Glory/Amari

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: I kind of rambled something on impulse and it turned out more introspective than smutty so uhh here's this. I hope you like it :')

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It’s easy to understand why people like to give up control sometimes. She knows. Freedom is as depressing and heavy as it is beautiful and light. But Glory doesn’t like the thought of someone else actually helpless under her, even if they give it all up willingly. She’s not into the actual bondage parts of it. Oh, she’ll do some easy stuff if her lover wants it, and even enjoy what can come after, for various reasons. It’s that Glory personally prefers the anchor of it-- the pressure, the tightness of ropes around skin, the way it digs in and leaves marks. She’d first practiced it all on herself, y’know. (Still does.)

Though, she kind of likes the surge of power holding the end of a long length of rope. A leash. But not with their arms tied up and the only quick escape being Glory cutting some high-quality, god damn expensive rope. She sticks to the artsy-fartsy decorative stuff.

Amari breathes, meditative, kneeling under Glory’s hands. She can smell how wet Amari is, but this isn’t about that. Amari’s told her: she likes to feel beautiful, that someone has made her body into something more. Something to look at and appreciate, aesthetically. Decorating and accentuating the already immaculate temple of her flesh.

Glory can work with that. She can tie the mathematical patterns of branching trees into Amari’s skin. She can make precise knots into blooming flowers, incorporating dyed twine to suggest the image of bright petals; and during, Amari breathes, eyes closed. Ribs expanding, rope digging in.

Of course, Glory talks through it all. “Damn, Doc, look at you,” she’ll breathe, and Amari will straighten and tilt her face up, like she’s unfurling into the praise. “Is that too tight? Too loose?” Amari will shake her head, no, it’s fine, never opening her mouth but replying with her body. “Gonna take a picture when I’m done, should keep it under my pillow,” and Amari only smiles softly, relaxed, hands loose on her knees. “I’ve always liked making this knot. Kind of like braiding, except not,” and “Lean forward, hold out your arm a little, there we go,” and “Gonna loop this part under your butt, may as well stand up and stretch real quick. Been at this for a while now.”

Amari follows instructions. She stands. Her knees pop. Her next breath is a big, slow inhale, visibly luxuriating in the motion and the way rope pulls against her skin. Her eyes open, blinking and squinting after staying closed so long, before she lets herself look down to admire what Glory’s done.

“Oh,” she says, running her hands along the asymmetrical branching lines of rope along her torso and left arm. Fingers linger over intricate knotwork.

“Good oh or bad oh?” Glory asks cheekily, folding her arms and cocking her hip.

Amari looks up to shoot Glory a half-hearted glare. “You’re cocky enough to know your own good work, Glory.”

Putting a hand to her heart, Glory hoots, “Oho! There’s the acid. A girl can’t fish for compliments around here, I see.”

Amari just rolls her eyes, focusing more on testing her range of motion in small, exploratory movements. She does shake out her legs forcefully, though, while Glory watches, lingering over the way the light glints on the slick painting Amari’s inner thighs.

A little part in Glory’s mind wonders about changing up the plan and tying Amari’s thighs together. That’s a conversation for a different session, though; Amari prefers to stick to terms hashed out beforehand. Glory can respect that.

Still-- “Want any help with that, Doc?” She keeps her voice low, suggestive. No mistaking what she’s asking.

Amari pauses, turns. Considers Glory, who tries not to let her amusement show over the fact that Amari’s absent-mindedly left her hand on her boob, which is covered in a cluster of flower-knots. She’s still up in her head. Glory can see that now, so she already knows the answer before Amari even says it.

“Maybe after I’m untied,” Amari sighs, hand slipping down, along her waist. Half-sensual, half-feeling along the line of a thick bundle of rope that branches out over her stomach. “Definitely next time.”

“Looking forward to it.” Glory bites her lip. Fuck, she’s kinda wet, too. Gonna have to take care of that after this ends. “Alright, beautiful, lay down on your back for me. Gonna finish the ropes on your leg.”

It’s so satisfying to watch someone eagerly follow her commands.

preston/sturges, d/s and gunplay

[(Anonymous)]

i don't care who is dom and who is sub, i just want something with d/s, maybe bondage (though not like full-body, total-restriction bondage) that works in inappropriate use of guns somehow

also: if you're a trans writer i would be over the moon if you wanted to write either or both as trans, if you're a cis author pls don't

Re: preston/sturges, d/s and gunplay

[(Anonymous)]

Oooohhh my gosh, seconding this!!

M!Courier/Boone, light bondage, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

The Courier and Boone getting down and dirty in a hotel somewhere. Or whatever else a!a wants!

Re: M!Courier/Boone, light bondage, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

I have the pre-set up to this already written, and I could add this to what I have. I can do dirty talk and possibly light bondage but we'll see about the latter if that's okay.

Danse/X-6 Hatefuck

[(Anonymous)]

Danse is a former Brotherhood synth who hates everything about what he is. X-6 lives for the Institute and regards synths as inferior only to the scientists of the Institute. They're both passive agressive fucklords with anger issues and no reason to get along besides their mutual loyalty to the Sole Survivor.

Lets see how much punishment two hyper-enhanced, sexually frustrated synth soldiers can dish out to each other.

+ For wallsex
++ For consensual choking
+++ For snark

Preston/MacCready

[(Anonymous)]

They fuck while one of them wears the Grognak costume. Bonus points if the Silver Shroud outfit makes an appearance. Even more for bad roleplay.

Re: Preston/MacCready

[(Anonymous)]

ON IT. this speaks to me on a cellular level

M!SoSu/Mel

[(Anonymous)]

P L E A S E

Arthur Maxson/Male or NB Survivor, pec fucking

[(Anonymous)]

Maxson's got a fantastic chest. Someone should oil him up and fuck it while he gets off on how surprisingly good it feels to have his partner over him.

Trans characters absolutely welcome--a dick doesn't need to be attached to be great.

+++for giving the survivor a name and not using "Sole".

Re: Arthur Maxson/Male or NB Survivor, pec fucking

[(Anonymous)]

👍👍👍👍👍

Deacon/X6, Enemies-To-Friends-To-Lovers Trope

[(Anonymous)]

The Institute is destroyed on an extended timeline--rather than taking the in-game couple of weeks or days, it takes the SS almost a year of infiltration to successfully bring the Institute down from the inside.

During that year X6-88 has become...attached to the new Director, and has been made a little more open to questioning the truth of his existence. So when the Institute goes down, he stays.

That doesn't mean he's willing to put up with this nuisance of a man that insists on tagging along with SS, though. Even if his sense of humor is unusually...intriguing.

Re: Deacon/X6, Enemies-To-Friends-To-Lovers Trope

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhh my god, this is amazing.

Piper/Cait - Humiliation kink

[(Anonymous)]

pls and ty

rough night (Piper/Cait, shameless smut, spanking, dirty talk)

[(Anonymous)]

sorry, it's a little short...

additional warning: the word 'sl*t' is used several times during dirty talk

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Piper closed her eyes in bliss, savoring Cait's lips and her tongue on her neck, and her hands on her breasts. God, Cait couldn't go a minute without groping her tits or ass, could she? Not that Piper was complaining...

Cait pulled Piper's red coat down to her elbows, pulling her head back from the neck to admire her toned stomach and mouth-watering tits. "Fuck, I'll never get over how hot you are," she said, leaning down to move her lips to Piper's. "And you're mine." Cait growled before kissing her lover, aggressively shoving her tongue in Piper's mouth.

Piper closed her eyes and sucked on Cait's tongue appreciatively, moaning against Cait's mouth as she felt her nipples being tugged on hard. Cait gave her lower lip a short bite and pulled away again.

"You fuckin' love this," she whispered. "The rougher I am on you, the more you get off. That why you're always so snippy with me? To provoke me into fucking you harder?" Cait asked, twisting Piper's nipples to emphasize her point. Piper felt her pussy jolt, and made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a whimper.

Cait chuckled. She brushed over Piper's nipples, making her shiver. "Say you're mine, and I'll do it again."

Piper licked her lips. "I..." She shuddered at Cait's intense gaze. "I'm yours." She yelped again as Cait kept her word, twisting her nipples hard.

Cait rolled her eyes playfully. "You're so loud. What if anyone hears?" Then she smirked. "Hey, I got an idea." She pulled her underwear down her ankles and dangled it in front of Piper, who stared at it like a cat following a laser pointer. "How 'bout you moan on that, Piper?" Cait said, stuffing it in Piper's mouth. Piper promptly moaned at the scent and the taste. God, this was intoxicating.

Cait hefted Piper up by her coat and put her on all fours, leaving her to privately wonder when Cait would let her take that damn thing off. Then she felt Cait's lips against her left earlobe, could feel the teeth grazing against it, her hot breath... and suddenly let out a muffled cry against Cait's panties in her mouth as she felt her ass being slapped. "I knew you wanted it smacked." Cait murmured in her ear.

If Piper's entire face hadn't been flushed red before, it would have been now. "Smack it more..." She whispered, and felt her pussy jolt again in pure excitement.

"Good girl." Cait said, her husky low voice arousing Piper to the point of torture. Cait slapped her ass again, harder than before, and Piper whimpered, feeling herself salivating on the already wet enough panties in her mouth. Cait grabbed her ass then, roughly, like she owned it, and God help her... Piper fucking loved it.

Cait moved back a little, wanting to look at Piper's ass while she squeezed and fondled it, occasionally rubbing her index finger's knuckle against her pussy just to hear Piper choking back a sound.

"Fuck, I could tease you for hours." Cait said. "Bet you'd love it, too. Wouldn't you, you masochistic slut?"

Piper felt her eyes go wide, and her legs were shaking. She pulled Cait's soggy panties out of her mouth and looked back, her face red as a tomato. "I'm not a slut," she said, then licked her lips. "I'm your slut."

Cait smirked. "Fuck, yes you are. Put those in your mouth again, Piper. You're gonna need 'em." And before Piper could do as she was told, Cait brushed two of her fingers against her pussy.

"Cait!" Piper breathed, her hips rocking involuntarily. "God, do that again."

"Do what again?" Cait raised an eyebrow at her, and Piper could feel her cheeks burning. Cait wanted to hear her beg. Piper felt both shame and arousal burning within her.

"Please... fuck me, Cait."

"Don't put those in your mouth after all. I wanna hear you scream." Cait said, spreading Piper's folds with her fingers. Piper sucked in a breath and pressed her head against her bed. Then she felt Cait gracelessly sticking a finger inside her pussy, and bit her lower lip so she wouldn't cry out. The first was soon followed by a second, pumping in and out of Piper. It was the exact opposite of gentle, and Piper delighted in it. She gripped her bedsheets tightly, not letting out any sounds except sharp breaths, but Cait didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to pick up the pace just so she could hear Piper cry out. So while she fucked Piper with her fingers, she raised her other hand.

Smack.

Piper yelped.

Smack.

"Cait! Fuck." The feeling of being finger-fucked and having her ass smacked at the same time was a sensation Piper wouldn't forget anytime soon, and she wondered if it was possible to be more turned on than she was right now.

Cait slapped her ass again, harder each time. "I could make you cum in a second by just tugging on your clit, you fuckin' slut. But where's the fun in that?" She slapped Piper's ass again, leaving another red mark on it. Her mark.

"Cait!" Piper moaned, beyond any rational thought, desperately rocking her hips against Cait's fingers, twitching each time her ass got smacked. She felt as if though her mind was exploding, and as she reached her peak all she saw was white. She also screamed, but it sounded to her almost as if she wasn't even in her own body during it.

"Fuck, Piper." Cait didn't seem to know what to say, but Piper could hear her breathing heavily.

"Should've been rougher." Piper muttered, grinning cheekily as she heard Cait scoff. And then promptly let out another little squeal when her ass got smacked once again.

"We'll see how much you can handle, love."

Piper really liked the sound of that.

cass/f!courier

[(Anonymous)]

just... anything please my crops are dying

Re: cass/f!courier

[(Anonymous)]

Hey OP I might be working on something to quench your thirst ;) I'll post it on ao3 if that's okay with you!

F!SS/Piper

[(Anonymous)]

AU where F!SS was actually a member of the Institute and seduces Piper, who has no idea her new lover is a member of the Institute

your choice on whether F!SS had a son or not

Curie/F!SS; OC/Preston

[(Anonymous)]

curie's french-canadian robot friend has come to visit (post-fo4 main plot). unfortunately said friend has a habit of wrecking people's relationships for fun. when preston finds out his plans, he decides to stop him from wrecking his best friend's relationship.

however, can he stop it in time? will he himself be implicated in the break-up? will curie and f!ss realize who's trying to fuck up their relationship? will danse finally learn how to dance in time for curie's wedding to f!ss?

Danse/M!SS; Cait/Curie

[(Anonymous)]

hancock gets bored and decides to do some match-making, and everyone else keeps rolling their eyes because these matches would never work

fortunately, they somehow do

Piper/F!SS - Roleplaying

[(Anonymous)]

the weather keeps everyone cooped up at home so, while piper and f!ss stay at the settlement, they decide to let off some steam with some sexy roleplaying

ideas for scenarios:
-f!ss is a thief and piper is the cop who has to bring her in
-piper is f!ss's boss at the newspaper and fuck in secret so their coworkers don't find out
-f!ss is bringing her dog to the vet but has no money; piper is willing to accept sex as payment
-f!ss is a sexy nurse and piper is a patient
-piper as superman and f!ss as lois lane

Re: Piper/F!SS - Roleplaying

[(Anonymous)]

hey OP, I've got a 3/4s done fic about Piper roleplaying as a housewife-- would you be ok with a fill a little outside your prompt but still matching the spirit of it, or would you prefer to leave it open for the much kinkier roleplaying scenarios? I was going to autofill but I figure I could ask if my fic fits your wants :0

Nick/Maccready; Maccready/M!SS/Nick

[(Anonymous)]

they don't normally see eye-to-eye and not just because they both have a thing for m!ss, but, when m!ss is kidnapped, this love triangle just got a lot more complicated

Re: Nick/Maccready; Maccready/M!SS/Nick

[(Anonymous)]

mmm I second this strongly