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

Eagerly waiting for more.

MORE RIMMING FILLS ON THE MEME FUCK YEAH

Hot and delicious. You're a beautiful anon.

This is right up my alley. =D

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Boone held her hand close to his lips, watching her intensely. She hadn't woken in 4 days, made no sounds, made no movements. After the battle at Hoover Dam, Temperance and him had gone around the edges of the Mojave, looking for any trace of the Legion. And they found them.

A small base of about 50 men, waiting for ambush them. Boone cringed at the memory. He himself looked like shit, an arm in a cast, a few cuts over his eye that would surely scar. He had left his sunglasses on. He knew she would like that, find it funny when she woke up. No matter how much the doctor complained that it could become infected that way. He didn't care, he wanted to see her smile.

With his uninjured hand, he reached out and rubbed her eyebrow. She had always liked that, said it comforted her. He smirked, but lost it. They were an odd couple, everyone said so. Him: stotic, angry, quiet, and efficiant and her: Loud, funny, clueless, and liked to blow things up. He looked at her face. It was soft and glowed with the radiation poisoning she had endured over the years.

He brushed a finger down her temple and over her cheek, trying to will her awake. "C'mon, Temp," He muttered to himself, "I know you're stronger than this. Wake up."

His eyes widened when she made a soft sound and moved her head away from his hand. He sat up straight, mouth dropping. She moved...She moved!! "Doc!!" He turned, keeping a tight hold on her hand, "Doc, get in here!!"

She made another noise and it made his heart fly. She wasn't going to leave him, he wasn't going to loose her. He grinned and bent down to her, burying his face in her neck. "C'mon, Temperance. C'mon, wake up." He whispered, bushing kisses up and down her neck.

With another groan she turned and started to open her eyes. Where the hell was the doctor?! She opened her eyes half way and made a soft sound, then closed them again. He swallowed the huge lump down, beaming. "Temperance."

She opened them again and he was taken aback. The Temperance he had known for 5 years had bright, hazel eyes. They glowed and was another side effect to the radiation poisoining. He swallowed the lump in his throat, but it wouldn't budge. Maybe it was a side effect to the meds the doctor had put her on.

Temperance stared at him for a long moment, sitting up and pulling her hand away. She looked around for a moment, then turned back to him. "Um...where's my mother?"

Boone's mouth dropped. The Temperance he had known had a sweet, melodic voice. This...this was the voice of a...a man.

Boone glared at the straw in his hand. It was small. That was bad. He looked up at the others and saw them all breath a sigh of relief. Fiona had made these straws for just this occasion: Picking who got to be the unlucky bastard to do something bad. He felt his lips tighten into a harder frown as they all turned to him.

Then the smirks came. Cass put her straw between her teeth, grinning, "Well, good on you buddy. Go put on a show."

"But-"

"Now, Boone." The voice of Fiona cut through the oncoming argument, "You know the rules. Who ever gets the shortest looses. And who got the shortest?"

Boone glared down at the short straw. "........I did."

Arcade muffled an amused snort behind his hand and Cass smirked more. "Real jealous of you, Boonie." She quiped, "She's a fine piece of ass."

Boone turned and glanced at the group set up around the bed. They all stared at him, expectantly. The girl was a brown haired girl, with big doe eyes. Her lips were red and she was smirking at him, waiting for him to get undressed. Hell, he wasn't exactly sure she was waiting. From the looks he was getting, she practically had him tied to the bed and was fucking his brains out.

Not something Boone wanted. He forced the shiver back and turned to Fiona. His face was set but his eyes were pleading, "I beg of you...just this once..."

"Boone, you need to get laid." Cass said, turning him around, "This is ample oppertunity to do it."

".........I don't want to get laid."

"Well.......too bad, you're getting laid anyway."

Fiona smirked more and crossed her arms, "Be sure to move your hips, Boone. Women like that."

If looks could kill, Fiona was pretty sure she would be one of many victims in a Boone Massacre.

He didn't even know why he was here.

Pacer felt like some kind of caged animal, and his leash just got a good tightening. The worst part was how the King talked to him like he was goddamn child, instead of the last man who remembered his real name. But he just sat and listened at his best friend regurgitated the bullshit his new girlfriend had fed him. Pacer didn't even know why he'd agreed to play nice anymore. Maybe he was just that fuckin' tired. Maybe he was getting old.

He had too much nervous energy and no squatters left to take it out on, and wandering the streets would provide too much temptation. Naw, by Pacer's count he was long overdue for an escape. He shoved his way up the stairs and had slammed the door to his room behind him when he registered Sergio there.

Sergio flinched just a little at the sudden slam but otherwise looked unbothered, standing up from where he had been crouching near Pacer's bed and crossing his arms over his chest. He quirked an eyebrow at him and said, "Wow. So that's what your hair looks like after a week with no maintenance. God, I really am vital here."

Pacer silently damned the little tug he'd gotten in his belly when he's saw Sergio near his bed, when he realized this was the first time they'd been alone since that fight. He smoothed a hand over his hair and said, "What can I say, Gloria likes to pull on it while I go down on her. S'hard to get it just right after that."

The flash of hurt in Sergio's eyes was so quick and so completely covered that Pacer thought he might have imagined it, but he still counted it as a victory. "So," he said. "Why the fuck are you in my room? If you're looking for forgiveness you should've started on yer knees."

Sergio's eyes went hard and he remained perfectly still. "Forgiveness?" he repeated. "Why would I be here for forgiveness?"

"For abandoning me, maybe?"

Sergio sighed harshly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You giant goddamn baby, I swear to god--"

"For siding with that NCR bitch instead of me, the guy you've known for years?"

"Okay, first of all," Sergio snapped, looking him dead in the eyes and damn near knocking him back with how fierce he suddenly looked, "I did not 'side with that NCR bitch', you ass. She can rot for all I care, I sided with you not getting yourself killed, and not being an asshole to your best friend. So tell me again how I need to get on my knees and suck my way back into your good graces."

Something hot and sharp always seemed to lance right through Pacer whenever Sergio got like this. Everyone else in the School -- hell, in Freeside -- acted like they knew the hierarchy, treated him like the King's second-in-command. This little punk never did. Never had. "Howsabout you get out of here," he snarled, stomping over to his bed and looking past Sergio.

Sergio took a deep breath and shrugged lightly. "Fine. That's how you're gonna be, I'm gone."

Sergio hadn't reached the door when Pacer looked down and realized, "Were you messing with my stash?"

Anger flared inside him when Sergio turned around to face him, his hand resting on the doorknob. "It's not your stash anymore." Pacer crouched and opened the metal box to find all his Jet gone, a handful of doses of Fixer in its place. "I sold it," Sergio said casually, like he was discussing the weather. "Used the money to buy you some Fixer from the Followers and donated the rest. Told Dixon that if he sold to you ever again I would sneak into his home at night and sodomize him."

Pacer was across the room in three quick strides and was gripping the front of Sergio's shirt in his fists, slamming him up against the door. Fuck, the kid didn't even looked scared. Like he knew this would happen. This was a real bad time to be impressed with him. Even worse time to realize Pacer had missed the way he smelled. "You goddamn punkass shitsmear," he growled. "The fuck do you think you are? The fuck makes you think you got the right? This some kinda power play? You want me to be miserable?"

"Holy shit, you're the most melodramatic thing," Sergio said, still completely unfettered.

Pacer kept ranting. "'Cause it seems like that's what you want."

"What I want is for you to not die," Sergio said, placid face finally getting some anger. Even now Pacer had to admit he wore an angry brow well. "What I want is for you to stop being such a self-destructive prick. Do you know how hard it is trying to handle your storms? I'm fucking exhausted from trying to keep you from going under without getting dragged down myself." Sergio sighed harshly and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Leave it to me to fall for a violent addict with a heart condition..."

"I know my limits, asshole."

"Yeah except that you don't," Sergio snarled. "You have no idea what I just--"

"And you sound like that NCR bitch."

"Do not compare me to her," Sergio hissed, his eyes going hard. "Okay? Like I said, she can rot. She can drag her ass back to California and leave us all the hell alone. That's the one thing we agree on right now. But she's not here, sugar, so stop hiding behind her and deal with me."

"Fine," Pacer said, pushing Sergio up harder against the door and leaning in. "You want me to deal with you? Just fine. What the fuck gave you the right to go through my shit and sell my stash? How'd you even find it?"

Sergio grunted softly as Pacer's fists in his shirt dug into his chest. "To answer both your questions, kitten, I saw someone else fucking with it. And you may be an unbelievable asshole but, like I said, I don't want you to die."

Pacer just growled at him again, wishing he'd be scared, wishing he'd stop smelling good, like the tonics and pomades he spent all day around and that intimate scent only Pacer knew, as far as he was concerned, that had a way of cutting through his anger and soothing him. Which was the last fucking thing he wanted right now.

Sergio's gaze softened, and for a moment he looked utterly sincere. "Look, just... take the Fixer. Okay? You weren't always a junkie, just like you weren't always this level of asshole."

Pacer let go of his shirt and shoved him aside. "Would've never started fucking you if I knew it'd make you think you got to tell me what to do," he said, pulling the door open.

"I was telling you what to do long before that," Sergio sighed.

Pacer stomped out into the hall. And because someone upstairs was clearly mocking him, he managed to pass that fucking courier, no doubt on her way to the King's room. She scowled at him and nodded, and it wasn't until she had passed and disappeared behind the King's door that Pacer registered the long, thin red mark on her face, ranging diagonally from her forehead to her chin. He fell back and could hear the King's muffled voice through the door. "Hell fire, darlin', what happened to your pretty face?"

"It'll be fine," he heard her reply. "Just got caught somewhere I wasn't supposed to be."

*WOLF WHISTLES*

MOVE YOUR HIPS, BOONE!!!!

hurr, already in love with this fill. Hope to read more, and pronto!

hahaha aww i love the image of charon out-growling a feral :3... i dont know why...

Oh god continue this I'm begging you.

Three dog's voiced bounced thought the metal saloon's wall as the drunken young woman leaned against her equally drunk companion, who looked bitterly off to the distance, while smoking his cigarette. Sasha was her birth name, the lone wanderer or the harbinger of evil as Three dog had dubbed, kid as her old ex raider companion called her or the best name she was given was from the man sitting on the other side of her, 'Sweetheart'. She ran around the wasteland looking for that person, the father that called her that, just to hear him say it again and she had finally gotten her wish.

Holding her glass of whiskey with loose fingers, she clicked it against her father's half empty glass, James didn't seem to enjoy the booze filled break as much as his daughter. He looked through a few holotapes as while keeping his head down, he seemed to ignore the two, but he would comment every now and then to there random drunk out bursts. The father had to listen in about the two's adventures about killing off a whole family of fictional vampires and pretty much everyone that his soft spoken daughter couldn't sweet talk her way out of. It felt like only months that the two father and daughter team where playing with her BB gun, it felt as if time had gone so fast for the two of them. Then this just a 6 months out in the wasteland and she was killing everyone who stood in her way, in her way of her father.

She was the spitting image of her mother, everything even the curly hair, but she was all too much like her father, she spent as much time in her father's office as much as he did. Of course she knew nothing about project purity, he hide everything about that project away from her, besides she was more interested in helping the sick then even talking with anyone in her age group. Sasha grown a liking to her teacher, Mr. Brotch, staying after class and always welling to preform check ups on him any time he was around. Saddly for James he had to find out that her after school actives invaded her face down on his desk as he took away her last pieces of innocence from James's little sweetheart.

The wanderer drunken slurred about her love for older man and how lucky the ex raider was to had gotten a job guarding her. She turned to her father with a drunken wink and went off about how when she says 'guarding' she really means fucking. God, this kid had lost all self control when she was drinking, that was one reason Jericho enjoyed taking the little kid out for drinks, as James later found out.

"Annnnnd the last time I got shit faced...." Her voice was loud enough that everyone in the saloon could hear her, "I couldn't stop cumming!" Cheering to her companion like it was worth some god damn prize for making James's little girl cum, "Poor old man, got fucking soaked." She snorted half heartedly as Jericho didn't even show a sign of listen to her, but James eye's widen and he lifted his head.
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A/N: Okay I have not done a fill in ages so I feel rusty, but I saw this prompt and I squeed to death :P I'm dyslexic, so it ain't that great, but I still hope you enjoy it :)

Ohohoho, that last line. Love it. Love all of it, really.

Under the eccentric dictatorial rule of the Indy Courier, every faction must submit their best person to represent them in the 'Miss Teen Wasteland' pageant. The tributes don't have to be girls OR teens for that matter.

Just make it ridiculous ♥

I'm not OP, but I can't begin to explain how happy I am to see this getting filled!

And do not worry, your writing is fantastic. I'm so excited for more!

"...staring the quarterback down in a way that maybe kinda perhaps made Arcade feel like swooning."

How is this so perfectly cute?????

I have a weakness for great High School AUs. You made everyone fit so well! (Legion football players!!)

Also, my goodness The King. <3

Ommmmmgggggg jock legionaries and dreamy dreamy DREAMY King and oh Arcaaaaade

This is the best thing to read always

Basically I want F!Courier to be the biggest heart breaker of the wastes.

(Bonus points if it's Vulpes who has his poor little heart shattered)

Well, good on you buddy.

This is so good, I love it. Your Cass is awesome. Can't wait to see more!

This is really fantastic and interesting!!

Wonderful, anonnie. Absolutely wonderful.

OMG lol! This is great! "This...this was the voice of a...a man."
Can't wait for more A!A

oh sweet baby jesus id love to see this

I was not expecting that, great job A!A!

The dictator then stood and walked out of the tent muttering, “You two are going to give me cancer. You certainly have given me enough headaches.”

Fuck, this is the sort of thing that's going to make me burst out laughing in the middle of a lecture later. And the air-guitaring omgggg

I really want the main characters to all run cross country or something. I mean, there's a nerd sport if ever there was one.

Also, will Joshua Graham be in this one? I really, really want him to be. Maybe he could be the Abstinence for American Youth advisor or something.

(Man, why'd you have to spoil what the First Recon analogue was gonna be? Winkyface to show I'm not actually upset.

And that may actually be better than what I have Joshua Graham doing now. It would be a good analogue what with how everyone in the meme wants to bone the hit out of him but can't because of extensive burn wounds and also Jesus. Hm.)

Damn, I forgot about that story and how awesome it is. I would so love for that anon to continue it!

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

Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]

Re: Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [2c/2]

Wake Me (1/?)

Move Your Hips Boy!! (1/?)

Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2a/?]

Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2b/?]

Re: Move Your Hips Boy!! (1/?)

Re: Curves (2/?)

Re: Double Date 1/1

Just say more 1/?

OP

Legion + NCR + other factions: 'Miss Teen Wasteland'

Re: Just say more 1/?

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [3b/?]

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [3b/?]

F!Courier/Anyone - Hard Hearted Hannah

Re: Move Your Hips Boy!! (1/?)

Re: Worthy of Mars, 3/?

Re: Wake Me (1/?)

Re: RL FNV

Re: Wake Me (1/?)

Re: The Bro's to End All Bro's (1b)

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [3b/?]

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [3b/?]

Re: RL FNV