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As long as Boone is the focus, sure! I probably should have added that I'd prefer his relationship to be with another companion instead of f!Courier.

What about MCourier?

"You're making a mistake," the Courier whispered. "People know I went in here, I'll be missed if I don't come back! I had a message for Meyers- he'll pay you if you let me go!" She couldn't be sure about the last part, but she would have told him she was Caesar's daughter if it would have saved her. Instead, the man just sighed.

"You don't seem to understand what's going on, do you? It ain't that I don't feel sorry for you- we've all been the bitch at one time or another, and I didn't like it any more than you will. It's nice that you wanna help Meyers, and you look like a nice girl all around."

He knelt down beside her, pulling her arms behind her back.

"But," he said as he snapped the handcuffs on, "a man has needs. It's too bad your friends will worry, and maybe if your friend here pays enough, you'll get out before too long. But not before me and my friends have taken care of those needs. Understand?"

As the Courier squirmed, he took hold of her ankles and wrapped something around them- it felt like rope, although the Courier couldn't see.

"Now you just sit tight, and I'll be back. And you better not make too much noise, or the others will find you, and I doubt rescue will be on their minds."

He ran a hand along her legs, protected only by a thin layer of denim. The Courier bit down on her lip to keep from gasping as he squeezed one of her thighs, her body clenching involuntarily. He didn't seem to notice, continuing to run his hands over her immobile form, taking his time when he got to her ass.

"Not bad," he said with a grin. "And I've seen a lot in my time." With a slap to her rear he stood up again, looking over his handiwork.

She whimpered and strained her neck to look up at him one final time.

"Please..."

He only shook his head and walked out, closing the door behind him. The Courier lay in the dark, struggling to role over so that her face wasn't pressed against the ground. The ropes wouldn't budge around her feet, and the handcuffs were uncomfortably tight- maybe she could wriggle out of her bonds if given enough time, but she couldn't do it fast enough. Sinking back to the floor, the Courier closed her eyes and waited for the sound of footsteps at the door.

OP here.

D: D: D: Oh mah God. I'm rooting for Simon and Anders so hard. But I can't be mad at Diane, because I understand where she is coming from.

The Great Khans have just been screwed over and over again.

I love you, guys. You can make it work. D: D: D:

......wow. Just amazing. Absolutely amazing.

I'd love a story where Vulpes seduces the Courier with his super sexy voice and then is the worst lay ever. Strange, uneven thrusting. Complete lack of rhythm. Odd baby-like noises.

I want awfulness.

No, you aren't the only one. I read it that way too, I had to reread it and then look at the comments to get it straight.

I got an image of an M!Courier sputtering, "B-but...how is that even possible?!"

He's just that virile.

. . .I did not know I wanted this.

I want this.

Bonus points if this incident is somehow connected to Col. Moore getting kicked out of Gomorrah.

Me too!

The courier and Veronica are considered the most snarky people in the world. no matter the situation, whether in danger or just having one of their many, many fights, they are always cracking jokes.

mainly, I want the courier and Veronica, constantly trying to out sass the other.

That was alot of radiation.
How do the companions cope ?

Bonus points if there's a couple (F!LW/ Charon or Butch).
Bonus bonus points if there's a cure at the sierra madre curtesy of Vera Keyes.

Regardless this should be filled!

Oh my god. Whoever wrote this, I must state how absolutely thrilled I am to see this on the meme ASFDLHKLASDFKLSKDLDF-

Oh I would love to write this, but I should really research Moore and psychoanalyse her. (Xbox 369, why must you be broken?)

SECONDED. SO. HARD.

Thirded. Unf.

All together now!

WE'RE GOING TO HELL!

I fuckin' love this... more please...

Would you be ok if the men I used were some of the chairmen? I could do any other group or faction I'd you don't want that, just ask!

I'm fine with whichever group, and OP has always had a weakness for the stylish Chairmen!

I've heard that hit points describe the amount of pain a character can stand before keeling over and bleeding out. A courier with a high endurance has a lot of hit points and can even resist damage. I got to thinking, does the courier even feel pain?

I want a story were the courier has congenital insensitivity to pain, with all the benefits and drawbacks that entails.

pretty much in the title, twincest!

A set of twins is seperated at a young age, one goes with his father to the NCR and the other stays with his mother in a tribe which is later inducted into the Legion.

One twin becames a Ranger and another becomes a Frumentarii apart of Vuples group. Both not realising that they have a twin somewhere in the Mojave.

In an attack where they both realise that they have a twin, prefer if both raise a weapon to attack and see a deplicate. The NCR win and the Legion!twin is captured where they both talk and later develop strange feelings towards each other. Sex happens and both hide it.

>Blah, I found it so hard to type this request out for some reason.

The White Legs mongrels that survived and stayed in Zion have begun to pack, roving in tight bands that the Dead Horses were trying to make peace with, generally avoiding but keeping an eye on. But their instincts have gone scrambled from abuse, taking on their old masters' tendency for scavenging and brutality. They abandon their weak. And the pregnant count as weak.

Joshua doesn't know where Sandy lived before that he had veterinary training, but he is steady and authoritative when one of the tribeswomen brings in a heavily wounded bitch that is with pup and dangerously far along. Sandy has learned the tribe's language well but does not know how to ask for a clear space where he can work. He hasn't needed to ask for space yet.

Joshua stays close so he can translate as Sandy says what he needs, no matter that there are a handful of multilingual tribesmen who could offer their aid. There's just something about the way Sandy runs his hands gently along the wounded dog's face, down her snout over her ear and to the ruff of her neck, his low mahogany voice speaking quietly, steadily, constantly, as the dog's flanks suck in and out hard and fast but she does not fight him, the wild flame in her eye pulling back as she lets him gingerly inspect her. She gives a weak growl as he feels at her swollen quaking belly, and only she and Joshua can hear the slightest rise in Sandy's voice as he continues speaking.

"You know she doesn't understand you," Joshua points out, needlessly, an uncharacteristically awkward move borne out of this strange feeling of incompetence.

Sandy shakes his head slightly, eyes still on the dog under his hands. "She may not know the words," he says, "but she understands me just fine."

Sandy loses the bitch close after the birth, expending the last of her vital energy dragging her tongue across one of her pups. Two of the newborns don't make it -- it is difficult to keep them warm, stimulated, reminding them to breathe. The three that remain are not in good condition, but they survive. Joshua finds Sandy outside the cave, the barest light of he impending sunrise making a halo around his form, and he's scrubbing a hand over his tired face. Joshua isn't sure if his presence is yet known as he approaches on quiet footsteps, Sandy taking in a heavy sigh and muttering, Shit.

There is a crunch of pebbles under Joshua's feet loud enough to make Sandy turn to face him. It was just a dog, but Joshua knows that face. Very, very well.

"You did more for her than anyone else did in her entire life," Joshua says.

Sandy fully turns to face him, arms hanging helplessly at his sides. "Wasn't enough," he says simply, greif weighing the low end of his words.

"None of the pups would have survived if not for you," Joshua reminds him carefully. Every step is unsure, but he wants to take them.

Sandy fixes those big tawny eyes on him, the premature aging around them in lines and shadows betraying how much younger than most people guess he is. "May not even be enough," he says. "We have to figure out a way to feed 'em, to keep 'em healthy without their mother's milk. And there's just no keepin' 'em warm, with the drafts, an' what happens if that runt's lungs really are underdeveloped an'--"

Joshua knows the decision was Sandy's but his body is acting on instinct, and he reaches out to trail scarred, deadened fingertips over the curve of Sandy's jaw. Silencing him. Even before he lost his body Joshua had not mastered the art of the comforting touch. All of this is too foreign. But he is soothed to see some of the steady calm return to Sandy's expression.

Another aborted movement in Sandy's right hand, echoing through his arm, and Joshua can't let this one go. "This isn't going to be enough for you," he murmurs.

Sandy follows the change of topic. "This again?" he says with a soft fond smile.

"I'm done trying to convince you," Joshua says, letting his fingertips linger on Sandy's jaw, on skin he can't feel. "But just know that when the day comes, I won't resent you."

Sandy reaches up and catches his hand in a touch so light it can barely be called a grasp, brings two of the red fingertips to his lips so he can press a featherlight kiss against them. "An' I know I can't convince you," he says quietly, "so lemme prove it to you."

This is all foreign territory. But it is territory Joshua is pleased to explore.

Sandy releases his hand, takes in a heavy breath. "I'd like to bury her," he says. "She deserves that honor."

Joshua nods. "First thing after sunrise," he promises.

Sandy looks at him from under his eyebrows. "You'll be with me?"

"Of course."

Wonderful, I'll get started right now! Ohh I know right, those chairmen and those sexy suits.

Oh Arcade, such a sweet guy!

Any real preference for the other man?

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

Re: Vulpes/Boone, non-con

Re: Vulpes/Boone, non-con

Nothing Personal 2/?

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [4b/?]

Re: Facta non Verba 2/2

Vulpes/Courier (M or F) Worst Sex In The World

Re: About last night.... a month ago

Re: Vulpes/Courier (M or F) Worst Sex In The World

Col. Moore/Cass meet at bar, snark it up, whiskey-fueled hook-up ensues

Re: Vulpes/Courier (M or F) Worst Sex In The World

M!Courier/Veronica, Sass fight!

Post Rotunda LW with cancer.

Re: F!courier/Dr Cullen

Re: Col. Moore/Cass meet at bar, snark it up, whiskey-fueled hook-up ensues

Re: Col. Moore/Cass meet at bar, snark it up, whiskey-fueled hook-up ensues

Re: Nothing Personal 2/?

Question for OP

OP!

Courier, congenital insensitivity to pain

OMC!Legion/OMC!NCR separated at birth

M!Courier/Joshua Graham - What the Fire Gave Us [2a/3]

M!Courier/Joshua Graham - What the Fire Gave Us [2b/3]

Soon to be A!A

Re: You're the best that ever happened to me 4b/?

Re: Arcade/Other male+getting "outed"