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

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Courier, karma irrelevant, is a completely self-serving monster. He lies, cheats, and steals. He bribes and flatters to get his way. He uses and abuses to meet his goals. And only one of his companions (or some random NPC) seems to realize it; everybody else is enamored with the nice guy act he puts up.

Whether or not Courier is currently in a 'thing' with someone else is up to you (maybe he's using them for sex or faction leverage, but they're in love with the nice man they think he is?). Could be super hot if the one sane (wo)man who sees him for the monster he still wants to fuck him (whether they like him or not is something else entirely).

F!Courier is okay, but I'd personally prefer M.

So, in the game, Antony took a slave girl's teddy bear from her, and she asks you to get it back for her. When you talk to him about it, the only two ways you can convince him to give you the toy is to a. pull rank and remind him of how much you've done for the Legion or b. fight his dogs in the arena.

I want an option c- let him "try you out," with whatever that entails for a Master of Dogs. And I do mean whatever.

_{And wouldn't it be great if it were just a ploy on the Courier's part to get in his pants, and she doesn't care about the slave girl's bear at all. Up to you, anons. Up to you.}

Butch wants to get it on with M!LW. Charon cockblocks.

Please be Major Knight.

Secondeddddd. I can never get enough of Antony.

Lanius needs more sexings, yeeees.

Captcha: musk tlepbli. I can tell Captcha has been reading its fair share of kinkmeme.

Let's go back in time to when Cassandra Moore was still a ranger. Her and Stella are traveling through northern Nevada looking for a fugitive.

And then sexy times happens at some point between them.

I love angst. But if you have an idea that's fluffy, go for it! I'm open! I just love bad ass lady lovins!

hahahaha, YES. Charon. That motherfucker.

YESSsssSSSSssss oh wow. beautiful prompt.

YAY! Expect something soonish.

I know. D: It kills me inside when I have to work on statistics instead of hot dickings. D:

Get out of my daydreams, anon! XD Lolololololol.

Tentative A!A here? (Oh God, I need to stop wanting to write all of these fills. You guys make amazing prompts.)

There’s an old ghoul that no one talks to that sits in the corner of the bar. No one knows his story, but they all know him. He gives medical attention for a fee less than the other doctor’s around. He is always reading some strange, tattered book called ‘Bible’. He hardly speaks, but when he does his voice still sounds human with a faint trace of coarseness. He flips through the pages delicately, silently mouthing the words to himself.

There is a man who just got into town. No one has talked to him, and no one knows his story. People stay away, intimidated by his crackling electric armor. He has the edges of blond hair turning grey, and a hard look to his blue eyes. He sees the ghoul sitting alone at the bar, and walks up to him as though he is an old friend.

“’I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end,” he says, causing the ghoul’s head to perk up. “I will give unto him that is athirst of the waters of life freely.”

“How’d you recognize me?” the ghoul asks, gingerly shutting the book. “I can’t even recognize myself most days.” The man smiles, and it softens his hard gaze.

“I didn’t. I recognized your Bible. If it wasn’t you, I was going to kill whoever had taken it from you.” The ghoul shakes his head, standing up.

“Still the same old warrior, aren’t you, Israel?”

“Seems you’re still the same old good-doer, James,” Israel replies easily. “Come with me.” The ghoul looks at him for a moment, not sure what to say to the offer. Israel jerks his thumb to the door behind him. “I won’t wait forever.”

James nods slowly, as if reassuring himself that this isn’t a dream, and he walks off, side-by-side with the electric soldier.

Oh god, thirded, hard. XD

They move through Arizona. The Legion ignores them, and some of the recent recruits fear Israel. The call him a crackling demon because of his armor, and it gives them leeway to move freely. They have not incurred the wrath of Caesar. They have not even been noticed by Caesar. That suits them just fine.

James listens to his Pip-Boy radio every night, missing the sound of Three Dog’s voice. Israel knows what he hopes to hear, and doesn’t have the heart to tell him he will probably never hear it again. So he gets James to talk.

“Why are you always fiddling with that thing?” he asks gruffly, knowing full well the why of it, but hoping to ease his friend’s pain. James smiles serenely, and Israel can see a hint of the man James used to look like.

“I’m listening for her,” he says, turning the knob to another frequency. “I saw her once, after she turned on the purifier. I was in the late stages of radiation sickness. My skin was flaking off, exposing the soft muscle underneath.”

“Soft? You let that Vault turn you into a pansy?” Israel snorts. James nods.

“There was no reason to fight in there. It wasn’t perfect, but it provided a good home for my daughter.” After a pause, he adds, “I hated it in there.” Israel laughs, motioning for him to continue. “She had just woken up. The radiation knocked her out, just as it had done to me.” He smiles sadly, stirring the embers of the slowly fading fire. “It might be a bit longer, and take a little more radiation, but she’ll probably end up like her old man if she doesn’t die before then.”

“And you’re looking for her?” Israel gently prompts. James nods, shaking himself out of his sad thoughts.

“Yes. I didn’t approach her. I,” he pauses, looking toward the dark horizon. “I didn’t want to complicate things. She seemed so happy. She’s grown up, and she doesn’t need me anymore. And, selfishly, I didn’t want her to see me like this.” He resignedly looks down at his decayed hand, flexing the fingers. Israel nods, and doesn’t press for anymore. James continues to search through the radio stations for any news at all. A crackling voice cutting in and out proclaims,

“A package Courier found shot in the head outside of Goodsprings has recovered. She seems to be doing fine, but only time will tell. This is Mr. New Vegas, wishing you lady-like luck tonight.” Distorted music begins to jingle, and Israel can make out the words to Blue Moon.

James turns his radio off, but there is a glimmer of hope in his eyes that Israel isn’t willing to extinguish.

Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Halloween is coming closer and closer, and I recently visited one of those fear attractions where you get the living shit scared out of you by people in costumes, and oh god I would love to anyone from New Vegas get the crap scared out of them by their companions/friends as a prank.

yesss you have the link to it yeeesssssss

I've been thinking about this a lot, too, OP! /high-five

LONG PROMPT BUT I would like to see something in which a F!Courier was Caeser's favorite slave and was the one he bestowed the "high honor" of granting him a heir. Cue the Courier running away and trying to gather enough money from being a Courier to escape to somewhere like New Reno but of course the main game events happen. So things all goes down when Caeser recognizes her as the slave who ran away. Just give me lots of angst anons.

super creepy Joshua Graham crouching "yessssssssss"

what in the darn heck THIS IS SO AWESOME. This is great in an unbelievable way. Can't wait to read more!

Yes! This is flipping amazing

OP here again, and I'm so excited for this I barely have words!

Oh, oh James. I want to give you all the hugs in the world.

Do it.

I agree.

The courier bakes cookies for the entire Legion because she adores them all for some reason.

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

M!Courier is a manipulative bastard

F!Courier/Antony

M!LW/Butch + Charon the cockblocker

Please be Major Knight

Re: F!Courier/Antony

Re: Lanius + female from his past

Col. Moore/Ranger Stella, Good Times with Rangers, femslash

Re: M!LW/Butch + Charon the cockblocker

Re: F!Courier/Antony

Re: OP

Re: Courier + Companions: friendship & hilarity + smut encouraged

Keep Your Composure 1/?

Re: M!LW/Butch + Charon the cockblocker

Keep Your Composure 2/?

Re: F!Courier/Antony

Courier+Anyone Crack, Fear

Re: RL FNV

Good!Courier/Caeser

Re: F!Courier/Antony

Re: Keep Your Composure 2/?

Re: M!LW/Butch + Charon the cockblocker

Re: Keep Your Composure 2/?

Master/M!Vault Dweller, consensual anal+oral tentacle sex

Re: Master/M!Vault Dweller, consensual anal+oral tentacle sex

Baking Cookies - F!Courier/Legion - general humor