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F!Courier/Arcade - Mind, Not Body

[(Anonymous)]

I think it'd be really interesting to see Arcade have the perfect companion within a F!Courier, who is extremely intelligent, shares his sense of humor, and has no conflict with his ideals.

So he's in love with her mind because she's absolutely wonderful and everything he'd really want in a lover, but obviously not attracted to her physically. And it causes some major inner conflicts.

Angst and fluff are both cool, I have no preference as to whether the Courier feels the same or if she's unaware.

Re: F!Courier/Arcade - Mind, Not Body

[(Anonymous)]

This... this...

*cries* Seconded. Seconded with the fury of MARS.

Bioshock/Fallout crossover [Jack Ryan/Arcade]

[(Anonymous)]

Sooo...hear me up.Jack Ryan from Bioshock is the Courier.After the weirdass episode in Rapture he took odd jobs in the Mojave and eventually ended shot in the head by Benny.(Farfetched,I know,with Bioshock set like,in the'60,and Fallout in the post-Apocalyptic future,but bare with me!)

Then...Pow!He meets up with Arcade and falls in unceremoniously in love with him.Angst ensues as he later gets acquainted with Mr.House,who reminds him of Andrew Ryan and the whole Rapture ordeal.

I'd like to see drama,smut but most of all, witty banter between Jack&Arcade.Pleaaaase,author!anons?

Re: Bioshock/Fallout crossover [Jack Ryan/Arcade]

[(Anonymous)]

Marry me, OP.

FO3 - Teen Wolf AU

[(Anonymous)]

(MTV Teen Wolf, so we're clear here).

Wherein the LW is bitten by a vicious dog that turns out to have been a werewolf, and is turned.
Bonus points for someone unexpected being their wolfy mentor (Is that why Moriarty's such an asshole? Is that why Leo Stahl does so many drugs? Is that why Mr. Burke is such a creep?), and double bonus points for finding out the hard way that werewolf hunting families still exist (maybe Arefu is populated with werewolf hunters?).

Re: FO3 - Teen Wolf AU

[(Anonymous)]

ooh, seconded.

[GEN] - Misfits AU

[(Anonymous)]

After a storm, a handful of wasteland dwellers are left with strange powers.
Cue one of them being unable to figure out what their power is, while all their friends have something they figured out pretty quick, so they assume they don't have one (or have one that's really intense).

Pre-gameF!Courier/Boone - One Night Stand

[(Anonymous)]

It could be from back when he was still with the NCR, or a one-time deal if Carla decided to take off after a fight to New Vegas or something. Just have them shooting radroaches/scorpions/empty bottles and sharing a bottle before they starting boinking!

Re: Pre-gameF!Courier/Boone - One Night Stand

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

New Vegas -- Generation Kill AU

[(Anonymous)]

A reporter with one of the radio stations stays with one of the NCR troops for a few weeks leading up the Courier's battle at Hoover Dam.

Re: New Vegas -- Generation Kill AU

[(Anonymous)]

seconded!

Cass gen

[(Anonymous)]

Cass gives up drinking, and her personality COMPLETELY changes.

Can be crack.

Re: Cass gen

[(Anonymous)]

seconded!

look at dat booty. i want dat booty,

[(Anonymous)]

so what i noticed about playing f!courier in third person mode is that she has the ass of a champion.

what i'd like is a male companion (pref. Joshua Graham but anybody will really do) get distracted by dat ass

bonus points for trying to nonchalantly cop a feel

Generous ASSets, 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

<sub>Summary: "Here lies Craig Boone. Sniper, widower, sad victim of a killer ass."

Characters: F!Courier; F!Courier's fine ass; Craig Boone; Craig Boone's raging boner; Ensemble of convenient, unfortunate Fiends
Tags: Booty. 'Nuff said I think.</sub>

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Honestly, there was nothing in the wasteland, the entire goddamn world, that he liked better than being told to follow her at a distance. It was just good sense and solid combat tactics to have a sniper hang back a bit, give him a better view--

Uh.

It was just good common sense to let the guy with the gun made for popping heads from a distance stick to the rear--

Wait. Wait, hold on.

To put him in a better position to assess--

... Fuck.

Fine. FINE. If Boone was being completely honest with himself, he just liked walking a good enough ways behind the courier that he could watch her astonishingly, heart-stoppingly, brain-implodingly (fuck everyone if that wasn't a word, it was now) fine behind sway. Sure, he could do that up close too, but the chances of her turning her head and catching him staring like a deer in headlights were a hell of a lot higher. Anyone who even pretended not to feel the same, though, was a hypocrite, probably a commie, and definitely a faggot. No, no, wait, he'd seen enough women startled into awed silence by the passing of that ass that 'faggot,' too gender-specific, didn't quite cover it. Anyone who disagreed with him on this, male or female, was either a fucking liar, sexually repressed, or just didn't have a pulse. Maybe all of the above. End of story.

Who could blame him? Six's slender torso tapered to a delicate, slim little waist capable of something describable almost solely as gyrating above the best part: the smooth, satisfying swell of tight, perky, round ass that knocked side to side with each step in a way that could very nearly knock him off his feet and right the fuck out if he wasn't careful.

Come to think of it, he could blame himself, actually. Pretty easily, too. Suddenly he remembered he was supposed to be head-over-heels miserable over his late wife, rest her soul. He'd never been a religious man, but the wash of guilt had him turning his eyes heavenward behind his shades. Know you're up there, Carla. Listen, God's usually lookin' everywhere butt (oh goddammit) at me, so do me a solid and tap the old fart on the shoulder, ask Him to send a lightning bolt my way and strike me down where I stand.

Boone scanned the cloudless expanse of blue sky hopefully, but no supernatural disasters seemed to be forthcoming, so he swore quietly under his breath and rolled his eyes back down to earth. Tried scanning the horizon for threats like he was supposed to be doing, but ultimately his gaze just settled once more on the courier's cursed, glorious bottom. So he swore again.

She looked up from punching buttons on her Pip-Boy to cast a curious glance over her shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised under the brim of her black cowboy hat. "You say somethin', Boone?"

He pulled his beret off and wiped his damp forehead with the back of his wrist. "Said it's goddamn hot out."

"Yeah, no shit. Welcome to the Mojave." She stopped, suddenly, and so did he - then, when she pulled her pack off her back, dropped it to the ground, and bent over at the waist to rifle through it, his admittedly paltry mental processes ground to a halt, too. Suddenly he was staring down just ass, just the perfectly soft, heart-shaped curve of sky-turned ass practically dipped in leather armor.

Fuck you, God. Fuck you so much.

[GEN] - Left 4 Dead AU/Crossover

[(Anonymous)]

The LW decides, yeah, it'd be chill if the President's Modified FEV got slipped into the water supply.
Lo and behold, instead of eradicating mutations and the like, it starts a sort of zombie outbreak -- people not just in the Capital Wasteland, but the Mojave as well, have started deteriorating into mindless, flesh-eating corpses, with no promise of a cure. Now, instead of just having the usual perils of the wastes to deal with (raiders, deathclaws, feral ghouls -- we'll say the LW has the 'animal friend' perk just to keep things safe?), them and their misfit band of survivors (could be possible in-game companions, or just NPCs that you're fond of, OP doesn't care), they start moving to the west, hoping they'll find safety.
The LW meets up with the Courier and their ragtag group (see previous note about survivor group), and they decide there's safety in numbers. Eventually, they discover that the surviving group as a whole is a carrier for the zombie virus -- as in, they're giving it to any other survivors they've met.

Re: [GEN] - Left 4 Dead AU/Crossover

[(Anonymous)]

seconded!

[GEN] Avengers AU

[(Anonymous)]

LW (or Courier, or whomever -- I'll just LW for now) ends up starting a team to help the wasteland from coast to cost.

Re: [GEN] Avengers AU

[(Anonymous)]

Featuring Brotherhood of Steel Man and Captain Enclave of the United States of America?

Seconded so hard!

M!Courier/Arcade, against a wall

[(Anonymous)]

Oral or fucking against a wall. Either way Arcade or M!Courier is left with jelly legs and needs a hand to sit down and recover afterwards

Vulpes Inculta/F!Courier - Undercover Legion Work

[(Anonymous)]

In which the two go undercover as spies to get information for the Legion. Smut is optional. :)

When Day is Done 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Tags: Vulpes Inculta, F!Courier
Pairings: Some Vulpes/F!Courier
Kinks: n/a
Summary: Caesar sends Vulpes and the Courier to the Strip to investigate the Omertas.

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Vulpes Inculta knelt on the hot sand before his lord as he awaited the details of his new assignment. He remembered how as a young boy, kneeling for long periods of time would make his muscles ache, but now it was a position his body had grown accustomed to. Behind him there was a rustle of drapery and the sound of soft footsteps as someone entered the tent. Vulpes turned, and immediately his blood boiled. The Courier.

She walked towards them exuding an air of confidence. He could not understand how she held the Legion in such a trance. They were all enamored with her, some even believed her to be some sort of war queen sent to them by Mars. He too had once seen such promise in her, back when he spared her in Nipton. She was dedicated and hard working, but now he saw all the small slips in her behavior.

“Ah, Courier! You're just in time!” Caesar clapped his hands as their new arrival.

No, he couldn't possibly mean for them to work together, could he? Vulpes panicked for a moment. He wanted desperately to speak up, to say that this was a terrible idea, but he knew better than to question his lord's decisions. And for all he knew, perhaps this was simply a test of his dedication.

“You summoned me, my lord?” the Courier asked. He stared at her coldly as she knelt down beside him, their eyes catching for a brief moment. She gave him a small smirk before turning her attention to their lord.

“My informants on the Strip tell me that the Omertas have been acting strange recently— stranger than usual. It's a good possibility that they're going after control of the strip, and that could ruin our connections with the White Gloves,” he began. He paused, raising a hand to his temple. Signs of another oncoming migraine.

Vulpes looked up in concern at his lord, but nodded. It would not surprise him if the Omertas were to make an attempt to gain control of the Strip. They were vicious and greedy, like a pack of starved wolves.
Caesar kept kneading his forehead, but continued, “The White Gloves are holding a party tomorrow night, I suspect that the Omertas might strike then. I need you two to get into that party and figure out what the fuck is going on. You two are the best frumentarii I have, I imagine you can get the job done.”

Catholic Courier

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see a courier who is Catholic and how that colors his/her interactions with people. Is Joshua Graham impressed by their knowledge of the Bible, even though their faiths differ? Does the Courier sing Ave Maria for the Legion?(Bonus upon bonus points if they end up in a fight with Boone because of all the Latin.)

Any gender, any pairings. I just really, really want to see this.

Aches and Sorrows 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Come to think of it, all of Dolores’ troubles started when her mother took in Zorro Pequeno.

Her mother is-was- a kind woman with a heart as big as the Wilcox Playa. She took in orphans of all tribes, not just those of the Judes. Dolores never wanted for brothers and sisters.

Zorro Pequeno had been a scrawny little thing when the scouts found him on the side of the road. Pale and bony with clothes far too large for him hanging off of his limbs. Bruised and bloodied in such a way that even made her father tear up. Dolores’ mother tended to his wounds and sang to him while she and the other children hid in the doorway only to be chased away by the healer. When the worst of his wounds stabilized and he slept soundly, Madre called them all in to pray for him.

“Oh glorious apostle St. Jude, faithful servant and friend of Jesus, the name of the traitor who delivered thy beloved Master into the hands of His enemies has caused thee to be forgotten by many, but the Church honors and invokes thee universally as the patron of hopeless cases--of things despaired of. Pray for me who am so miserable; make use, I implore thee, of that particular privilege accorded thee of bringing visible and speedy help where help is almost despaired of. Come to my assistance in this great need, that I may receive the consolations and succor of heaven in all my necessities, tribulations and sufferings, particularly the trial of this young boy, whose severe injuries may warrant him passage to the Father’s Kingdom, and that I may bless God with thee and all the elect throughout eternity. I promise thee, O blessed St. Jude, to be ever mindful of this great favor, and I will never cease to honor thee as my special and powerful patron, and to do all in my power to encourage devotion to thee. Amen.”

“Amen,” Dolores and the other children echoed, her eyes never leaving the barely breathing boy. He wasn’t going to make it. Dolores thought that they should pray for redemption of his soul and said so to her mother. Madre smiled sadly and patted her on the head, her fingers curling gently in her dirty hair.

“Never give up hope, Dolores. The Lord works in mysterious ways-sometimes suffering is part of His great plan. But never give up hope that things will work out for the better.”

A few days later, Zorro Pequeno woke up.

Unfilled: Bathroom Sex

[(Anonymous)]

I know it's more of a modern thing, but there is something about bathroom sex that gets me going. So I want the F!Courier or F!LW to be with either Charon or Jericho or Boone or Raul, teasing each other in a public bar (IE Rivet city bar or Megaton bar or a small bar in NV) So where were people can see, but not of them on a stage or anything. Then they sneak to the bathroom, for a Wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am, maybe the other companions are waiting on them, maybe there is a line to use the bathroom and either the Courier or LW has to keep her mouth shut but fails or she doesn't give a fuck and screams the whole way though. Also I want to hear about the two flirting, whisperer to each other, or him fingering her behind the bar. And I would love it to be rough, where she needs to hold him to stay up, where she leaves with a few marks or can barely walk.
GIVE it to me!! Please!!! There is so many amazing writers and I need this!

Re: Time Is On Our Side 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

hope op doesn't mind butch/lw.
tags: het, butch, f!lw, rough sex, masturbation, and voice kink?
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For the second time that night, Blair feels a finger trace up her leg, ghosting against the denim covering her thigh. She jolts, surprised and a little angry at the annoyance. She glances over at Butch, trying to make eye contact and warn him with a little glare, but he's looking straight ahead, listening to Three Dog's latest broadcast and chatting nonchalantly with Belle. They're the only two at the counter - Charon is trying to show Sergeant RL-3 how to play pool above them. Vera Weatherly and a scientist are seated at a table to the Lone Wanderer's back, babbling gossip.

She sincerely hopes they can't see Butch's hand as it slides between her legs, thumbing the insides of her thighs. She grabs his wrist suddenly, mouth slightly open as he continues his ministrations, dancing his fingers under the waistband of her jeans and teasing her. A bottle of whiskey connects with Blair's arm and falls when she suddenly lurches forward, tilting her hips in an effort to get closer to his fingers. She squeaks, partly because the whiskey spills all over the counter, and partly because Butch has succeeded in flicking open the snap of her jeans, and his thumb has found her clit.

Her grip on his wrist tightens, and she jerks her head to look at him, hips making small, hopefully unnoticeable circles as he rubs. Belle is grumbling about having to clean up after messy customers, so Blair reaches forward shakily to help her clean up the mess of whiskey. Butch suddenly slides a finger into her, pumping ungraciously, and Blair lets her head thump down. She can feel warm liquid seep into her hair, across her cheek.

"Are you okay, hon?" Belle asks, raising an eyebrow with concern and slight suspicion. Blair nods weakly against the counter, effectively smearing the rest of her forehead with whiskey. "Sorry, I'm just feeling wel-well. Oh." Blair tries, lifting her face to answer Belle and promptly lowering it when she flushes red when Butch adds another finger. She squeals loudly, digging her nails into his skin and slamming her other palm down onto the counter. She's close already, rocking her hips shallowly against his fingers, but doing nothing to stop him. She doesn't know what's more embarrassing - that this is actually happening, or that she's allowing this to happen.

Blair shoves his hand away abruptly, snapping the button of her jeans and zipping them with such quick fluidity that she doubts anyone saw. She backs away from the counter, eying Butch angrily, hand pressed to her heart like she's oh-so-appalled.

"You look a little ill," Belle says worriedly. Blair snaps her attention towards the older woman, nodding her head wildly.

"Y-yeah. I'm just gonna...gonna go to the bathroom." Blair spits out, backing shakily towards the staircase. After a moment, she slaps her arm over her stomach in an effort to look ill, and runs up the steps.

She makes it to the midship deck's bathroom, pushing past a few citizens of Rivet City in an effort to escape. She really doesn't have time to put up with Butch's sardonic, perverted ass, as much as she'd like to. If she gave into him now, they'd have to spend a whole other three days just to tide over lust after one orgasm. Blair groans, clenching her palms against the dirty edged counter, and turns on the water to splash her reddening face. But, fuck, is he good at that.

Blair squeezes her thighs together, hoping to dull the growing ache between her legs, and looks up into the mirror after throwing handful after handful of water onto her face.

Butch smirks at her over her shoulder from the mirror. She blinks wildly and tries to force the surprising - if not sexy - hallucination away. When his image doesn't disappear, Blair sighs and snaps her eyelids closed. "What the fuck are you doing in here, DeLoria?" she demands. Butch's fingers dance over her hips, pulling her ass against his pelvis, and leans down to place his mouth next to her ear. "Helping out my sick girl," he whispers. Blair's knees go weak at the dark, raspy tone to his voice, ebbing against her bones and shooting straight to the apex of her legs.

FO3/Dark Tower crossover

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Burke is Randall Flagg.

Five times prompt!

[(Anonymous)]

Has this meme even had a five times prompt before? Any characters are welcome!

Some clarification for fandom new kids

[falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com]

Basically, this prompt is referring to the five times something happened to a character (Five times Butch gave the LW wedgies), or the four times a character did something and the one time they didn't (Four times Boone's head was compared to a potato and the one time it wasn't). Character + 5 instances of something.

If you're still confused, Google "five times fanfiction" for some examples. :)

Ulysses + Joshua Graham, gen

[(Anonymous)]

It'd be nice to see some interaction between the two. After the end of, well, everything. DLCs and all.

The endings are up to anyone who wants to take a stab at this.

Eyes on Fire [1/1]

[(Anonymous)]

Divide may be dead, but Horses are rising.
Tags: Ulysses & Joshua Graham, Gen.

The Burned Man replaces the firing spring on a .45 auto. Amazing dexterity, for what he is. Amazing he’s alive.

He compresses the spring around the pin and slips it in, says, “Finally come for me, have you?”

No response from the empty cave. Joshua snaps on the slide. Finally looks up. “Ulysses.”

Stealth Boy fizzles out, and the Courier that almost was stands before him. “Stepped too light to hear me come.”

“Your breathing mask has a distinctive sound,” he replies. Pulls the hammer. Dry-fires. “I don’t know anyone else that would wear one in Zion.” Blue eyes peek over a pistol as he inspects. “The air’s clean, you know.”

“No such thing,” Ulysses counters, unmoving. Coiled, like a fresh firing spring.

Joshua drops the clip, pauses. “No. I suppose not.”

If Ulysses thought his dexterity was amazing, his speed is astounding. Loads a fresh magazine, cocks, lines up the shot, faster than Ulysses could blink. If he blinked. “Shall we get on with it?”

Holds a pistol two-handed, steady enough Ulysses is sure he doesn’t need to. Remembers that same hand putting bullets in infant skulls. Never trembled then. Only used the one. “Not here for yer head.”

“Then you’re not here for Caesar.” Blue eyes, but not cold. So hot they burn blue. “… Those sights aren’t aligned,” he notes, and lowers the gun to the table. Safety on.

“Just words.”

“Can’t say I know any words we need exchange,” the Burned Man states, almost edging on threat. Not sure he even means to. Just an echo, left in him. “Besides last requests, that is.”

“Wind’s changing. Leaving Zion. Tears flowing downriver, Horses rising from their graves.”

“Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee,” he returns, turning a screw near the back of the pistol, “and hath had compassion on thee.”

“What about the man without friends?”

Joshua glances up; finds Ulysses sinking into the wall, same shade of shadow. Like he was bred to be. He goes on, “Courier with no destination. Man with no God.”

“Atheist,” Joshua supplies.

“Mars is dead. Divide’s dead. But Horses…”

The Burned Man takes aim again. Ulysses doesn’t blink. Safety’s still on. “ … Are rising.”

Joshua Graham stands, slow enough to not split his skin. “In that case, Ulysses,” he grants, flipping the .45 to hold it by the barrel, “you’ll be needing one of these.”

Boone/Courier

[(Anonymous)]

Boone asks the Courier (male or female) to wear something of Carlas. What that is and why he asks are up you~~

Re: Boone/Courier

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, kinky!

F!Courier/Veronica - Loving D/s

[(Anonymous)]

The female Courier is in a loving, consensual D/s relationship with Veronica.

The Courier is the Mistress; Veronica her devoted, collared pet.

Bonus Points if they're very open and public with their relationship.

I'm A Mistress Now 1/4

[(Anonymous)]

D/S? Don't mind if I do...

Kinks: Submissison, Collar

Characters: F!Courier, Veronica Santangelo

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Clothes and various pieces of armor were scattered all over the master bedroom as the courier stood in front of her armor, staring into it and posing every few moments. She was getting ready for a night on the Strip and having a lot of trouble deciding just what to wear; she was the new manager of the Gomorrah, after all, and she needed to look good for her debut night. With a heavy sigh, she tossed a lock of curled raven hair over her shoulder and stared at the scar that had been left in the corner of her face, just above her eye. She'd hated it ever since she woke up in Goodsprings in a time that seemed so long ago.

"Stupid bullets..." Jackie muttered under her breath as she heard the scuffling of feet behind her and spotted Veronica beginning to clean up the scattered attire that she'd tried on and thrown away. She smirked, raising her voice. "My scar makes me look ugly." The scribe in the mirror turned her head towards the mirror and exposed the leather collar that was buckled just tightly enough around her slender neck, and shook her head as she let an armful of boots fall to the floor.

Veronica tiptoed up behind her courier and slipped her slender arms around the woman's midriff, while her own long silk dress brushed against Jackie's soft skin. "You're beautiful and you know it." She chided, while the smirking Jackie turned around on the spot. One hand stroked down one of Veronica's hips only for its palm to rest on her ass, and the other ran through the scribe's short brunette hair. "Oh, I get it." Veronica huffed, as she got to her tiptoes again and placed a soft kiss on the scar atop her mistress' head. "You were teasing me again, weren't you?"

A soft laugh came from Jackie's lips as she gazed at the light reflected in Veronica's eyes, that looked like the softest chocolate she'd found hidden in the storeroom of the Lucky 38. "Maybe. I guess can't look too bad, if I have a delicious thing like you at my beck and call." She teased with soft fingers stroking the edge of Veronica's collar, at the sensitive spot where skin met leather that made Veronica purr with delight whenever it was touched. Veronica was a truly beautiful woman when she let herself be, instead of hiding in a frumpy robe. That was the first thing to be thrown in the trash when they came to their arrangement. "I do need some help with getting ready, though..."

"Coming right up." Veronica replied, getting a quick kiss before she looked over the arrangement of clothes and felt an arm slip over her shoulder. After a few minutes of studying the contents of the room, she gathered a pile of clothes and passed them into Jackie's arms. The woman gave her a skeptical look, which she sighed back at. "If you're not going to trust me to make you look good, I'm gonna have to punch some sense into you."

Brilliant BattleTactician!Courier

[(Anonymous)]

So our wonderful F!Courier is a fuckin' war hero in every sense of the word. Whether she comes up with her own battle tactics/plans or she borrows them from past battles in history, she dominates wars. And I don't just mean the occasional tussle with Fiends, I mean WARS. Like, LEGION wars. Or NCR wars.

While I would prefer her being pro!Legion (only because a tough-ass female tactician at Caesar's right hand? Unf) I am also fine with her being Pro!NCR. Maybe Caesar grows to love her and makes her his queen? Maybe you go the other way and make him love her in a fatherly way (and see her as the closest thing to a prized penis-bearing son, lawl). Maybe if she's with the NCR, she is admired by all the top boys and girls in the military. Maybe she commands even the highest ranking officers' respect wherever she goes?

She can be young or old, beautiful or plain, whatever you want, but I want this chick to be quick, brutal, and cold on the battle field.

Re: Brilliant BattleTactician!Courier

[(Anonymous)]

Does OP have any pairing requests? I can hop on this prompt in the morning.

F!Courier is Katniss. YEAH I'M GOING THERE.

[(Anonymous)]

Because I'm in the mood for strong, kick-ass females.

No, Katniss doesn't time travel to the Mojave. I simply mean that the Courier basically embodies what Katniss is in The Hunger Games series.

She is strong, smart, skilled, independent, and tough as all shit.

Bonus (meaning, I will love you FOREVER if you write this in): The F!Courier uses an honest to goodness bow, and is fucking deadly with it.

Bonus bonus: If she always wears her hair in a braid/s AND can live off of the land. FUCK YEAH.

Re: F!Courier is Katniss. YEAH I'M GOING THERE.

[(Anonymous)]

FUCK YEAH SECONDED

Arcade/M!Courier or Arcade/Boone, frottage

[(Anonymous)]

Clothed or naked, I just want Arcade and M!Courier or Boone (or Boone/M!Courier, I don't mind!) to desperately rut and grind against each other.

Re: Arcade/M!Courier or Arcade/Boone, frottage

[(Anonymous)]

yes yes yes please. I might take a crack at this myself!

TWO TICKETS TO THE GUN SHOW

[(Anonymous)]

m/m muscle worship. I'd love a super buff courier/lone wanderer/NPC/anybody being stripped down and gone to town on by another dude.

(If the person being worshipped is Boone and he's just like "...what" because he doesn't understand how ridiculously fine his buffness is that would be amazing, but honestly any guys will do! New Vegas or 3, it's all good by me).

Joshua Graham/Vulpes

[(Anonymous)]

Somehow Vulpes ends up face-to-face with The Burned Man. Joshua tries to convert him, bring him away from the legion, etc. Sex or no sex, doesn't matter.

I was just introduced to this pairing and oh MAN it sounds great

Butch/F!LW, rimming/fingering

[(Anonymous)]

Can I get some Butch buttplay up in here? I'm thinking it's about time F!LW told the Butchman to put his heels in the air and experience the magic of rimming and fingering.

Re: Butch/F!LW, rimming/fingering

[(Anonymous)]

Wow anon fail.
I still say this prompt is THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST