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

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God this gave me the worst high school flashbacks.

This was brilliant, A!A. And I'll confess, I laughed at Veronica's punch joke.

How would you feel about M!Courier/Veronica? A friend in need and all that;)

I am perfectly okay with that. :)

Yes! This is a prompt that I can get behind.

Nothing Personal 5/6

The dark man was the first to come, holding the Courier's head in place so that she would swallow. She did her best to ignore the salty taste, then gasped for air when he pulled out at last. Now she could more freely cry if she so chose, but the Courier hardly felt the need anymore. She simply took deep breaths to steady herself as the men behind and beneath her worked at her body.

The shaking sensation underneath her was a familiar one, and meant that the blonde man would soon be done as well. He'd been trying to hold out, savoring his rare treat for as long as he could, but the feel of a woman after so long was too much for him. He swore and thrusted into her, then fell back, sweating and spent.

Only the green-eyed man was still inside her now, having her on her hands and knees. The blonde man rolled out from beneath her as his friend thrusted, slapping her ass as he did so. When he finally finished (accompanied by grunts and profanity previously unknown to the Courier,) he let her fall to the floor.

The Courier's body felt sore from head to foot, and she didn't bother to struggle when her hands and legs were re-tied. Nor did she bother to beg or plead when the men discussed what should be done with her.

"Can we keep her?"

"If you've got a plan for keeping her hidden everyday as well as supplying her with food, water and medicine, let's hear it. I say we should be happy with what we got. No sense pushing our luck."

"Who did she say she came here to see? Anybody who'd pay for her?"

The conversation faded away as the men left the room, and the Courier closed her eyes once again.

Arcade/Boone/Cass

Cass wants to behold the majesty that is the Gannon Cannon, but she'll need Boone's help to do it. Completely consensual (possibly whiskey-fueled) threeway, please.

ALL OF MY YES PLZKTHNX. <3 <3 <3

F!Courier/Vulpes Inculta - Getting Caught

Maybe someone walks in on them having sex, or someone finds their weird exchange of love letters, etc. As long as in the end Caesar has to scold them. "I told you to give her the mark, not fuck her," or "Courier, shouldn't you be clearing out that bunker?"

F!Courier/Colonel Hsu

Okay, so after reading "Stay Young, Go Dancing" I find that I totally love Colonel Hsu. Can I get a fill with F!Courier and Hsu? Maybe she's been crushing on him since day one, maybe he wants to..."thank" her for all the work she's done for McCarran. Or—maybe the Courier is FLW and, since Hsu's first name is James, she gravitates towards him because he reminds her of daddy dearest? The floor or yours, Anons. Just please make this happen.

As the A!A of "Stay Young Go Dancing," thanks! You made a good day even better, nonnie.

Vulpes/Female Courier - Something fluffy

Where Lucius helps an awkward Vulpes ask out a lady Courier. Including putting him in his dapper gambler suit and a bouquet of broc flowers.

tentatively on it~

Keep Your Composure 17/?

James and Israel begin traveling again at Israel’s insistence. Israel doesn’t want to be the one to keep James behind. He can push these old bones forward for the chance
to make James happy.

They stop in Novac, and James chuckles to himself.

“I’ll be damned,” he says, craning his head to look up at the dinosaur. “That old thing is still here.” Israel scoffs. James shakes his head. “Let’s get a room for the night.”

“I can keep going,” Israel offers.

“You can, but I can’t. These old bones need to rest,” James says, flashing him a grin. “You know how I can get without my beauty sleep.” Israel barks a laugh and they head to the shop inside the dinosaur. The man behind the counter is busy helping two young women pick out supplies. Israel crinkles his nose in disgust. They smell like they haven’t bathed, and he stops himself from thinking what he and James must smell like, an old man and a rotting ghoul.

While the shop owner goes to retrieve their ammo, food, whiskey and various books, the woman in the cowboy hat elbows the woman in the hood.

“Chin up, soldier,” she says. “She’ll be fine. It’s like she said-it’s just a fever. Look at how far she’s gotten already.” The other woman nods sadly, and the woman in the cowboy hat flings an arm around her. “Come on. We’ll spend the night here and get plastered, and head back to Jacobstown in the morning.” The woman in the hood forces a smile, and James watches the shop owner come back with his arms full of their supplies. He drops a few of the books.

“Darn it,” he says. James bends over to help him, picking up a weathered book. The shop owner thanks him, and James nods, smiling softly in reply.

“Ah,” he says. “Rousseau. This is heavy reading for a night of heavy drinking.”

“We have friends who are into books,” the woman in the cowboy hat says, taking it from him. “Including this cute little number here,” and at that, she nudges the other woman. “Personally, I could never get into books. Too much fucking work.”

“Same,” Israel grunts.

“They’re get well presents,” the woman in the hood says.

“Oh?” James says, and Israel has always loved and hated his friendliness. “The friend with a fever? I’ve always found that hot Bramhim stew and cold Nuka Cola makes me feel better.” He holds his hand out. “James.” With a grin, the cowgirl takes it.

“Cass. “

“Veronica.” James nudges Israel, and he reluctantly answers,

“Israel.” Cass grins, motioning to the copious amounts of whiskey the two had bought.

“Would you fellas like to drink with us?” James smiles, and Israel grudgingly nods.

“We would love to.”

The four of them make their way to the motel room at the top of the stairs, and Israel grabs James’ arm.

“What are you doing?” he hisses. James just smiles serenely, and reassuringly pats his hand.

“It’s good to make friends,” he says. “Besides, I haven’t had a decent drink in God knows how long, and I’m sure you haven’t either. And if the booze is free, then who am I to complain?” Israel stares at him incredulously, and James leans in to murmur against his ear. “The one in the hood is Brotherhood. I can see her holotags around her neck. I want to see if they know my daughter.” Israel suppresses a shudder at the hot air ghosting across his ear, and nods.

“Your daughter is Brotherhood?’ he asks, trying to quell the sudden surge of hate. She's just a child you haven't met yet.

“Back east she is. But at Forlorn Hope, they said one of her traveling companions is a Brotherhood scribe, remember?”

“Yeah,” he answers slowly. The truth is, he doesn’t, but he’ll be damned before he lets James know that. Hazy memories are better than no memories, and he doesn’t want James to worry about him any more than he already does. James nods to himself, and Israel watches an old woman exit from her room to smoke a cigarette, leaning over the railing as she watches the smoke drift up to blend into the fading Mojave sky.

Keep Your Composure 17a/?

“Hey, Ms. Whitman,” the cowgirl greets, and Israel freezes. She looks at him, and he at her, and he expects her eyes to light up with a weary sort of recognition. But she pays him no mind, waving to the two young women, and goes back to smoking. He remembers her, can see her youthful figure hidden by the shell of the old crone she has become.

She used to be a hell of a pilot, flying the vertibird like she was a part of it. He wonders how she’s survived this long. He should go talk to her, and he sees that sentiment echoed in James’ face. James nudges him, and his feet move of his own accord. One step. Then two. Oh God. He doesn’t want to do this. Soon, he is standing next to her, watching the sunset. She eyes him suspiciously, and he wants to run away from her, away from the Mojave Wasteland, where NCR waits like a starving dog in the west.

“Can I help you, stranger?” she asks. He should say something, anything, but finds his voice locked in his throat. She steps away from him, back into her room, and her eyes never leave his until her door shuts.

“You shouldn’t smoke, Whitman,” he murmurs, the scolding coming to his lips naturally even though he hasn’t said it for decades. “You’ll die early. Your country needs you.”

“Live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse,” he hears her voice reply, carried by the winds of the memories he struggles to hold on to.

What exactly do you like about it?

F!Courier + Dala

Since Dala has an obsession with the human body, it'd only be natural for her to watch the Courier masturbate without her knowing it.... right?

Hi all-

As you've no doubt noticed, LJ has made some horrible design choices recently and we know this is making everybody unhappy, including us. Unfortunately, we, your lovely mods, have zero control over what's happening right now. We'll be discussing options on what to do with the meme and will let you know as soon as we come to a consensus. In the meantime, please join the discussion thread (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/787.html?thread=7960595#t7960595) about it and feel free to rage, moan, curse and otherwise let us know what you think.

♥ the management

Loving this, AA!

I was curious about this prompt but not sure if anyone would be able to pull it off, but you've managed. So bravo!

Comment subjects are back.

Not everywhere, though.

Derp. Sorry, didn't read all the update posts. How'd you guys get it back to the way it was? I'd like to share with some other comms that depend on subject lines.

This keeps getting better with every chapter. I don't know how thats possible, but it does.

Evil!M!LW vs. The entire Mojave

I would like a inverted version of this story: http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4875.html?thread=7086091#t7086091

The Lone Wanderer travels from DC to Vegas, in a straight line just utterly destroying whatever comes his way.
Cue NCR shitting themselves and the courier woman who brought them to power getting LW's undivided attention.

Bonus points for:
LW being characterized as an engine of destruction that looks like a person.
The only survivors being too traumatized to speak.
Bring any followers you want into the fray.

I think I love you.

You guys are the ballingest mods to ever ball. Seconding the I Love you motion. <3 <3 <3 You guys are amazing!~

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