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

Kay so this anon is hella sad because she just found out that (omgeezers! MW3 spoiler is hidden in that vast white space to the right of this, don't wanna know, don't read)

And so I look to the meme to cheer me up with some F!LW and Freddie smut! Don't care if it's celebration sex after finding out both of them passed the GOAT or a lil somethin' somethin' after she comes back to the vault. Hell maybe she just gets tired of waiting for him to notice her so she drags him into a janitor's closet and shows him what's what. Just let it happen. Please and a-thank-a-you :]

I love everything about this prompt.

Oh man I've been wanting to see this soooooooo bad lately!!! I love you and your psychic-ness :D

Characters: Freddie, F!LW
Parings: Freddie/F!LW
Tags: complete, het
Summary: Maxine shows Freddie how much she loves to be with him via sexytimes.

OP here! So I'm auto-filling this (I'm finding myself doing that a lot as of late lol). But please! Don't let that stop anyone else from filling this, I'd love to see other A!A's take on this prompt. Tis only my second attempt at smut so please, be gentle haha...

It had been a month since the G.O.A.T. and all of the Vault's newest employees were settling into their new positions quite well for the most part. Of course there were people who were none too happy with their results. Christine, for example, hated her job down in the maintenance department, and Chip Taylor was less than thrilled about his role as marriage counselor. Sadly, Freddie was apart of the group that loathed his new job. He'd spent days studying and almost a half hour on the test itself and yet he still managed to land Vault fry cook.

“I'll just say this once: hold the mustard, extra pickles. Hahaha...” he mocked Mr. Brotch's biting words. “Prick. Wonder if he realizes that all of his milkshakes are extra creamy?” He knew that spitting in his former teacher's food was rather gross and childish, but considering the fact that all he had to look forward too for the rest of his life was serving up greasy food he decided to take his pleasure where he could find it.

Fuckin' Vault fry cook, he thought with a scowl. He hated everything about the job, but the work environment especially got under his skin. The ugly red and white checkered linoleum, the stench of grease that perpetually hung in the air, the old booths, the metal walls... well those were all over the Vault, but that wasn't the point! The job sucked and he hated it. What type of legacy is this to leave to my kids? If I even have any. I doubt that even Max will stay with me for too much longer, especially with Paul still pining after her. Stupid engineer.

It's true that Maxine was a real “ride or die” type of chick as Butch had put it. She stuck by him during the whole “Freddie the Freak” ordeal when they were kids, she'd been his rock when his VDS would start to get the best of him during their preteen years, and as teens she'd let him call her his girl and have his wicked way with her.

Yeah, she was an awesome girl. And awesome girls like that (particularly ones that were training to be doctors) didn't stay with loser fry cooks like him. Really it was only a matter of time before she realized that he wasn't worth it anymore and (figuratively) rode off into the sunset with Paul... or worst Butch... or even worst still Wally.

Freddie quickly abandoned that disturbing line of thought, not wanting to give his VDS anything to work with. He instead focused all of his attention on shining the glass in his hand. He was so focused that he didn't notice that somebody had entered the room until a familiar voice said: “If you rub that glass any harder you'll put a hole in it.”

He flushed, putting the glass in its rightful place, pointedly not looking where Max was perched on a bar stool across from him. “Hey babe.”

“What? No kiss hello?” Max asked, faking offense. “Now is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?” Freddie gave her a sheepish smile before coming around the counter and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. She watched with weary eyes as he slumped onto the stool next to her, propping his head up with a hand. “What's wrong love?” she asked, running a hand through the back of his thick, dark curls as best she could through the hairnet.

“Why are you still with me?” he blurted out.

Max resisted the urge to sigh loudly. So he's on this again. Guess that explains why he flinched when I called him 'love.' She was use to his moods by now, she understood his condition and accepted it, but that didn't mean that it wasn't taxing at times. Still she was in love with him, for better or worse, and that meant that she would reassure him a hundred times over if that's what it took, but that didn't meant that her methods of reassurance couldn't vary. Since telling him seemed to be getting her nowhere as of late, she'd have to show him.

“Freddie?” He looked over at her through big hazel eyes, that only got bigger as she pulled him into a searing kiss. When she finally pulled away he blinked dumbly for a second making her giggle. “I love you and I love being with you. You should know that by now.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion. “But why?”

“Because I do.” He started to protest, but she cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “Let me show you just how much I enjoy being with you.”

Max pulled him in again, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth with a contented sigh. In a display of strength that one might not expect the man to possess (he was a bit on the lanky side), Freddie lifted her into his lap, never breaking the kiss. She ground her hips down, pleased to find the evidence of his budding arousal.

Freddie let out a strangled groan as she worked her hips against his crotch, troubling thoughts unable to thrive with all of the blood seeping down from his brain to his dick. “My room. Now,” he growled as he stood up with Max still secured to his middle.

“No time!” she giggled, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Huh? Why?”

“Because you're already half naked!” She slid down his body, taking his jumpsuit's zipper with her. Before he could fully process the action and become thoroughly embarrassed about being stripped in his (crappy) work place, her hand was slipping into the suit and gripping him through his boxers.

He let out a shuddering breath as she began to stroke him through the fabric. “Here?” was all he could managed, and given the things she was doing to him at the moment he felt it to be quite the accomplishment.

“Why not?” She smirked up at him, sealing his fate. Whenever Max got into a mood like this there was no stopping her.

He placed his hands over hers, halting her ministrations for a moment. “Well at least let me lock the doors first.” As soon as he locked the second door she was on him again, pushing him against the wall, lips locking back onto his. It was all tongue and groping hands until he was left in nothing but the hairnet.

“Leave it,” she purred as he reached to take it off, “It's kinda sexy.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, but didn't question it further as her hands wrapped back around his member. After a few pumps she wrapped her lips around him, going down as far as she dared before sliding back up to run her tongue over the sensitive underside of the head.

Freddie groaned out his pleasure, one hand traveling up to fist in his own hair while the other ran through her strawberry blonde bob. It felt like his body was on fire, and despite the metal's efforts to cool him down he was going to melt right through. And then she was humming around him, right hand rolling his balls and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Apparently she knew it too because she pulled off with a little pop.

The lewd way she licked her lips as she looked up at him had him dragging her up and ridding her of her jumpsuit and bending her over one of the booth's tables. She wiggled her ass invitingly at him before he slid his throbbing cock into her with a relieved sigh on his end and a rather loud moan on her end. As he began to rock into her she continued to moan, alternating between a combination of his name, 'fuck,' and 'yes.' That was one of the things he loved about her, she was just so loud. He never had to second guess himself or wonder if she was truly enjoying it. It was a major ego booster to say the least.

She'd done too good of a job with her attack blowjob for him to last too much longer, so he snaked a hand under her, seeking out the little bundle of nerves hidden within her folds. “Oh fuck, yes,” she sighed when he found his mark. He quickened his pace then, using his free hand to brace himself against the table. A few more pumps had her inner walls clenching around him which in turn had him coming with an intensity that he'd not experienced before.

They both sank down to the floor after the aftershocks wore off, with Freddie resting his back against the booth and Max curled up in his lap.

“Vault-Tec sure does build em sturdy, eh? Good thing too, how embarrassing would it be to have to call Stanley in here to fix a booth that'd been fucked into obliteration?” Freddie chuckled quietly, rubbing her hair. “I really do love you Freddie,” Max said after a moment as she traced random patterns on his chest with her index finger. “And nothing's going to change that.”

“I know,” he mumbled into her hair.

Max gave him a grin. “Huzzah! He's seen the light! And all it took was a good lay.”

He rolled his eyes at her before a pervy grin slowly spread over his face making her raise an eyebrow at him. “I don't think I've totally gotten the message. Care to give me a bit of clarity?”

“For you love, always.”

This time when they made love it was slow, full of soft caresses and whispered promises. And though he knew that he'd always have his doubts because his mind wouldn't let him function any other way, here and now on the diner's ugly checkered linoleum floor he was content to accept things for what they were.
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Yes, there were some people who hated their G.O.A.T. assigned jobs, but Freddie didn't count himself among them any more. Of course he still wasn't all that happy about working a grill all day, but the diner didn't seem like such a horrible place to be anymore. The red and white linoleum that he once found nauseating now held memories of love and promises, he couldn't look at a booth without blushing, and he could almost swear that there was a slight imprint of his body in the wall next to the door. Sure the grease smell was still there, but hey, you can't win em all.

So I totes wrote this during a lecture. Probably should've been paying attention, but meh lol. Hope some other anons fill this, I'd like to see more Freddie on this meme...

I totally shouldn't encourage writing fanfiction during a lecture, but it's hard to argue when you wrote something this damn good. Holy shit, a!a! I love this. Love this in a way that's probably on the inappropriate side.

*blushing as I run off to look for more Freddie in the meme

Haha, you're too kind! :]

As for the lecture, technically I've already passed, I just have to keep showing up so I don't have to take the final lol...

This was great! Nothing like a little workplace improvement through positive memory making ;)

Thank ya! ^-^

And yes indeed-y! I just hope that they cleaned up afterwards with A LOT of bleach and Abraxo lol.

Oh god this was adorable. This is the most adorable workplace blow job fic in all the land.

Aww, shucks, for honest? Lol. Every time I write about Freddie it ends up coming out all cute and junk for some reason, dk why *shrugs*

Thanks for reading!

This was lovely, and a really interesting exploration of some of the realities of life in the Vault.

Why thank ya kindly :] I always thought that life in the Vault would be odd, especially with the whole G.O.A.T. assigned job thing. The mothereffin' G.O.A.T. man, potentially ruining lives, one bizarre question at a time lol.

Thanks for reading!

Aw, that's super cute... But now I've made myself sad because she's going to wind up leaving the vault (and him) in three years. Is there a possibility of a sequel wherein after the events of Trouble on the Homefront they leave the Vault together? *puppy dog eyes*

Bah! Not the puppy dog eyes! Must. Resist. Can't. Damn. Lol, sure if you want to read it I might be able to whip something up! But I have to tend to my main fill and a couple of wips first, but after that I'll see what I can do :]

Oh, I love it. So sweet! I've been longing to see some love for Freddie on the meme. Well done!

Why thank ya! Freddie needs more love around these parts :]

Thanks for reading!

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