first of all congratulations on getting engaged!! i came to say that i would like to request something but i can't tell when your asks are open... is there a way to know or am i stupid and just missing it
Thank you!!
And honestly requests are always open, it’s just a matter of when I get around to posting them that’s undetermined. I have plenty of WIP requests that are going to be posted way later than they were sent to me unfortunately, but I always plan on getting around to them.
So sorry if this isn’t the answer you were hoping for, but please do feel free to leave a request!
Update: Boone won the poll, but I did want to note that Butch came in 2nd place yet again—SO I will also be writing a Butch smut because babe does not deserve 2nd place for a third time when I do another poll.
Feel free to comment anyone you want to stay / add to the next poll — it won’t be for a while since I actually have to write the other smuts but that also gives plenty of time for people to throw some names at me 😌
How do people write for multi-fandoms? That’s a skill I have yet to learn.
I’m currently overly fixated on Left 4 Dead 2 (specifically Nick) and it’s making it impossible to write anything Fallout right now (even if I love Butch with all my heart)
Hey so AO3 ask, I actually lied. I do have an account I set up on there years ago and completely forgot about. I remembered my login details and everything so I’ll eventually get some things posted on there.
The username is the same as my tumblr to keep it simple: libertybri
Description: After the Battle at Hoover Dam, a Legion-sided courier has gone AWOL for multiple days. Vulpes is sent to find and subdue her.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dubious consent, choking, oral sex, rough sex, implications of slave/master, breeding kink
A/N: Hehe enjoy at your own risk :)
Vegas was now under Legion control, all due to the Courier and the powerful team of legionaries that brought down the NCR in the final battle of the dam. Vulpes was by her side when they won. He wanted to be there, to fight next to her. She was their token to winning this war as she charmed just about everyone she came across. It’s what made her such a great spy in NCR territory, and what also connected her to many different factions in the Mojave that aided the Legion in their battle—only for them to then become Legion slaves after the win, of course.
After all of these victories were curated at her hand, she vanished. In the midst of celebration that very night they won, she slipped away with a small pack of items necessary for survival on her own and her weapons. With the eradication of the NCR in Vegas, she found their safehouse to be the safest hideaway for her. For days she had been rationing out what was left behind by the soldiers and what she brought along with her, realizing it wasn’t much at all. She would have to leave and scavenge, but that would prove to be a problem as there were more Legion scouting parties than ever now. However, as she looked between two tatos and a box of fancy lad cakes, she decided that she would rather take her chances with scavenging.
Less than half a mile from the NCR safehouse, Vulpes was already on his way towards the location. He had a list of possible places she could go and had been through just a few since he started looking for her the same night she disappeared. Vulpes was the only other Legionary to know the location of this safehouse as she was the one to discover the location in her time as a spy, disclosing that information only to him. Seeing a figure in the distance, he pulls out his binoculars and grins when he confirms that it’s her.
Unaware that she had already been spotted, the courier set out for a quick hunt. She was hoping to stumble upon a wild Bighorner if she was lucky, but she would even be happy with a bloatfly slider. Not too far from the safehouse she was able to find two bloatflies, hovering in random patterns as they were unsuspecting of their end. The courier takes them both down with ease and walks up to their bodies to collect the meat off of them. She kneels down and begins butchering but halts all of her movements when she feels a metal piece being pressed to the back of her head and the sound of a click.
“Surrender all your weapons, courier.” Vulpes’ voice causes her breath to hitch and blood run cold. “Don’t make this too hard on yourself. It’s just you and I.” She obliges, removing her pistol from its holster and giving it up along with the combat knife she had been using to butcher the bloatfly. “Now stand, slowly.” The courier raises her hands to show her submission as she slowly lifts herself up. “Safehouse. Let’s go.”
Her back to him only heightened the fear that she was feeling in that moment. She wanted to listen to him, to obey his orders—all to ensure her survival now. However, she also wanted to talk to him and tell him of her side. Maybe he wouldn’t care and whatever he had planned for her would then be much worse. “I still believe in the cause, I swear.” She begins pleading her case to him, “I was threatened. I had to leave.”
“You’ve been threatened before, courier. You’ve been shot before, beaten, stabbed, tortured. But someone threatened you, and you went running? I’m having a hard time believing you.”
The courier swallows harshly as she stands in front of the safehouse door. Vulpes reaches around her and opens it, nudging her forward to walk inside.
“The men at the celebration, the things they said would happen to me after…” She trailed off, “I knew it was bad for the women in the Legion, but I’ve been a useful and loyal asset. I– I wanted to help.”
“You have helped. You’re going to be more useful than you could have ever imagined, my dear courier.” Vulpes takes her shoulders and spins her around. For a moment she believes he wants to treat her well, to only take her back with him under his protection. He reaches out and places his hand just above her collarbone, resting on her neck. “But you ran away, and for that you must be punished.” His hand travels upward and squeezes her throat.
“You belong to me, no one else. You will do as I say, listen and be a good wife.” His voice is laced with venom, intending on overpowering her with any force necessary and persuading her with false idealizations that she has been fed since the start of her alliance with the Legion. These ideals would brainwash her into a marriage where she believes there is love, so she can continue to serve the Legion and him directly—where he would proudly parade her as his literal trophy wife. “On your knees.”
With his hold on her throat, she situates herself on her knees before him. He shoves her slightly as he releases his hold on her. She has no reaction to it and instead looks up at him with expectant eyes. “As your wife, that means no other men–“ The question she desperately wanted reassurance for was cut off sharply.
“Who do you belong to, courier?”
She barely hesitates before emitting a soft, “You.”
“Good girl.” Vulpes praises her lightly. “Continue to serve me, make no mistakes, and I won’t have to let my men have their way. And if you were to ever run from me, Courier, you will wish it were other lowly Legion men to deal with you and not me. Is that understood?” She nods quickly.
A smirk spreads over Vulpes’ face as he is more than pleased with the situation at hand. He was fully expecting to have to force her into submission, not knowing what would be going on in the woman’s head as she fled. He imagined she would be anything but fearful, but here she was, basically trembling before him as she awaited his next command. Her brows furrowed as he just continued to stare at her. Finally, Vulpes removes his Vexillarius helmet and his armor quickly follows after. The courier bashfully looks away as he begins unclothing himself directly in front of her. He reaches down and takes a rough hold of her chin, forcing her head to turn back to him and watch.
She doesn’t want to enjoy the sight of him, but as more skin is revealed, article by article being removed, she can’t help but to actually gaze upon his body on her own accord. She had never seen so much of him in their travels together. With his top completely removed, the courier could fawn over his sculpted abdomen. His pale skin, despite being littered with scars, looked smooth to the touch. Vulpes instantly notices her leering at him and reaches forward to take a tight grip on her hair, making her meet his eyes. “If you enjoy this then it wouldn’t be much of a punishment, isn’t that right?” At this, the courier visibly grimaces.
Vulpes moves so his face is mere inches from hers, eyeing her expression slow and carefully. His thumb brushes over her bottom lip and tugs it down slightly, the whole time she remains still and attempts to be unnerved by his words. Vulpes closes the gap with his lips softly pressing to hers. The kiss throws her for a loop as she attempts to reciprocate it naturally and also process the gentleness of which Vulpes was displaying for her. These thoughts are abruptly interrupted when he bites down on her lower lip. The courier grunts into the kiss, struggling as Vulpes draws blood from her lip and releases her. She brings her hand up to wipe her mouth and Vulpes grabs her wrist to stop her. “Put your hands to better use and finish removing my clothes, whore.”
The courier does her best to hide her irritation. She ignores the stinging sensation in her lip and reaches for the buckle of his belt. In one quick move she removes all of the clothing from his lower half, leaving him fully nude before her. Vulpes, confident as ever, strokes her cheek, yet again giving implications that he can treat her well despite his want not to do so.
His semi-hard erection meets her eye level, showing off his full sex for her to have no option but to study. He watches as her eyes flicker from his face to his member, repeating this sequence as a million thoughts race through her mind. “Don’t think about it,” his cool voice interrupts her thoughts. With his thumb still grazing over her soft cheek, he guides her forward. “Make me feel good, courier.”
She closes her eyes as her lips part and meet the tip of his cock that he held towards her mouth. The hand on her cheek moves to her hair and tugs on it hard. Her eyes open to find his piercing blue ones glaring down at her, “Eyes open, whore. Watch as you please me.”
Beginning again, the courier continues to hold his gaze as she sticks out her tongue. A small smile creeps onto Vulpes’ face as he admires her submission to him. Her tongue meets his tip, enticing a small, breathy groan out of Vulpes. Upon his reaction, she begins to swirl her tongue around his tip. Becoming greedy with her short movements, Vulpes uses the hand in her hair to guide her mouth further down his length. The courier struggles to continue meeting his gaze as she takes more of him in her mouth, her eyes blinking rapidly as she chokes him down.
Vulpes holds the back of her head as he bottoms out in the back of her throat, loudly grunting and throwing his head back as he does so. He removes his cock from her mouth for her to catch her breath, only to quickly put it back and begin thrusting a rhythmic pace. She does her best to keep up with his movements, gagging profusely as he uses her mouth how he pleases.
“You’re doing so well taking my cock in your mouth.” Vulpes encourages her, “In fact, you’re doing so well, I’ll let you choose where I cum. Will it be down your throat or coating that pretty face?”
The courier hears his question, however she cannot answer as he refuses to release the tight grip he holds on her hair. He sneers at her confusion, toying with her as he continues to use her mouth close to his release. Vulpes’ moans fill the forgotten safehouse as his warm seed begins to spill down her throat. He takes his cock out and carelessly paints the courier’s face with his cum.
“Tell me you’re mine, you belong to me.”
Looking up into his darkened eyes, face drenched in his seed, the courier says to him, “I’m yours. I belong to you.” For the first time in their entire interaction, Vulpes feels that she is genuine. His chest tightens as he continues to leer down at her in her position.
“Stand, courier. Find a bed. I’ll be in there right after you.” Vulpes commands, outstretching a hand towards her. She hesitantly takes it and stands herself up, emitting a very low “Thank you.”
The courier walks down the corridor of the safehouse until she reaches the bunk room. A deep sigh escapes her lips as she mentally comes to terms with the situation. She grabs at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and using it to wipe off Vulpes’ appreciation. He enters the room as she drops the shirt, his eyes instinctively darting to her chest. As he watches her, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. The loosened straps slide down her arms, with her discarding the bra on the ground below her.
Vulpes, initially carrying just his belt into the room, drops the leather and approaches her bare-handed. One hand cups her face as he brings her mouth into his while the other hand begins to palm at her breasts. He guides her while never removing his lips from hers, until the backs of her knees hit a bed frame and she’s forced to sit on the mattress. Vulpes reaches down and unbuttons her pants, taking them down her legs and allowing them to fall to the floor. He moves himself onto the bed, putting one knee on the mattress between her thighs.
He uses one hand to support himself as he lays her down on the mattress and hovers over her, his other hand travels over body from her thighs, slowly over her stomach and breasts, and finally to her throat where he squeezes every so slightly.
Vulpes brings his face close to hers, his lips floating just above hers. Instead of connecting their lips in a kiss, he moves his mouth to her ear and whispers, “No man will ever use you the way I do.”
The hand on her throat moves to her clothed sex. Vulpes rubs the area slowly, letting out a low growl feeling her wetness dampen the cloth. “Is that for me?” He teases her.
“Y-Yes.” She utters out, her face flushing a bright red.
“Let’s take these off, hm?”
He grips the hem on her panties and yanks them down her legs, tearing the fabric without a care. Vulpes props himself between her legs on his knees. With each of his hands on her thighs, he spreads her legs apart and admires what belongs to him. Her sex was wet for him, she was laid out so carefully and wanting.
She was wanting for him.
“Beg for me.” Vulpes positions himself at her entrance, guiding his member along her slick folds. He crawls over her and returns his hand to her throat, “I want to hear you begging me to fuck you.”
The courier gasps as Vulpes tightens his hold on her throat. “Vulpes, p-please fuck me.” She begs.
He thrusts forward his member that was already prodding at her entrance, enticing a moan from her. The sound coming from her excited him and he wanted to hear more of it. Vulpes wanted to know how loud he could make her; To bring her back to camp and fuck her the same way in the tents for everyone to hear.
“So tight,” Vulpes moans. “So wet and tight for me, courier.”
He fully removes himself and thrusts back in, grunting as he sheathes himself deep in her core. The hand on her throat restricts her air supply while he drills into her. The safehouse fills with the sounds of skin on skin and both of their grunts and moans. Hers were scattered and breathy, some sounding of pleasure and others sounding of pain—while Vulpes expressed great pleasure using her as his own, his moans deep and consistent.
“You will serve me when I want for the rest of our lives.” Vulpes continues moving his hips at an animalistic pace, “You will bear all of my children, courier.”
She whimpers at his pace and his promises, enduring the humiliation of belonging to him. His lips meet hers in a hungry kiss to which he quickly moves on, attaching his lips to her neck then using his hand to squeeze her breasts. He bites down hard on her skin as his thrusts quicken. “Vulpes~” The courier moans out, her brows furrowing as she does so.
He lips curve into a grin. “That’s it, bitch. Tell me who you belong to. Moan for me.”
She involuntarily obliges him, releasing louder moans as he fucks her harder, only attempting to subdue them by biting down on her sore lip hard. The courier watches as his face twists with pleasure, and Vulpes smirks down at her struggle to contain her noises. He pulls out and emits quickly, “Turn over.” before forcing her to change positions. Now with the courier flipped onto her stomach, Vulpes roughly grabs her by the hips and pulls her ass towards his groin. He aligns himself with her entrance again and thrusts in quickly, continuing with his pace from before.
Vulpes takes a fistful of her hair and forces her head back, enticing more sounds from her. With his other hand, he takes a tight grip on her ass, causing her to yelp, and pounds into her unrelentingly. Curses slip through his mouth as he begins to reach his peak and his seed spills inside of her. He emits a loud groan as he rides out his orgasm with continuous thrusts. The courier shrinks at this feeling. Vulpes is panting as he pulls out, his gaze immediately flickering down to her used sex spilling with his seed.
The proud man gives her ass a slap before turning her over on her back again. As if the whole ordeal were not already confusing enough, Vulpes climbs over her and plants a soft kiss to her forehead. Her mind spins as she still has yet to process that she now belongs to Vulpes Inculta.
For those unaware, Vulpes won the poll for the next smut I put out. I’ve been in the process of writing/editing for the past few days, however I will be taking the weekend off. That being said, expect it to come out next week, probably Monday or Wednesday at the latest. I’m so excited to share it with you guys!
As someone that also graduates this spring, I squealed when I saw you come back to Tumblr. Loud enough it concerned my husband 🤣
I finally got back on track with my classes and now feel comfortable enough to actually write again! The feeling is so great. So thankful my boyfriend could retire me from my college job so I could finish my last semester in peace 😌
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