#boone x courier

[lelelego]

misc boone/eli (?) doodles!

[viperra1]

THEY TOOK BOONE.

The floor of his room in Lucky 38 was littered with bolts and screws, just waiting to be fixed into something more tangible. The Courier furrowed his brow, distracted by the frantic noises from the hall. Again. He had to hop through the trash to get to his door. "Hey, y'all, quick question – can a man have some fucking silence in his own damn house?" The noises stopped. Veronica looked at him, eyes wide and gaping from some sort of a mix between panic, pain and worry. "Six..." Ah. His guts felt like they were put in cold Siberian water. "No. Where's Boone? You were with him." The Courier paused, heartbeat quickening. He did not breathe. "He's still at McCarran?" Veronica could not utter another word. "Six..." The other people in the hall were quiet, standing around the corners, just... watching. Waiting, maybe. He did not know, and neither did he care. Finally, Gannon took the lead, laying a hand on devastated Veronica. He took a quick look at the back of her head. Injury? "McCarran was attacked by the Legion soldiers, Six. They... took captives. A captive." "...I see." Even though his palm now turned hot and sweaty, was still holding the door handle. He stood still, looking at every single person in this room – the people who's gone to battle with him, who took care of him, took care of each other and of the people that they all were oh, so tirelessly trying to save, day after day after day. The rage that he felt got nothing to do with them. He already has the crimson red look, so, well. With the level of burning, scorching, bloodlust rage he felt, this famous God damned Bull might as well be him right now. "Okay," he took a deep breath, exhale long and shuddering with anger. "Right... Get ready, folks. We're going to fucking war." He turned to Veronica, then. "You did good." If his smile was more murderous than thankful, well. His people would not hold a grudge.

details and grayscale!! i'm really proud of this piece :)

hewwo!! if any of you got to the end of the post – i am writing a fic with this courier oc x boone!! let me know if you'd be interested in reading it 🥺 i'm still too easily discouraged when in comes to writing, so support will be MUCH appreciated!!!!

[grimbothefool]

I like...him

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Would you maybe be willing to do an alphabet for Boone? SFW or NSFW either way is okay with me!! I just want more Boone content <3 thank youuu your writing is amazing bestie

Boone SFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Boone shows his affection in strange ways. He'll frequently pass you canisters of water when you both are wandering through the desert, stare at you silently when you're talking, and at night, he'll hold you close to him. He never verbalizes his thoughts toward you and only shows how he's feeling through his actions.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It's not often that Boone feels he can place his trust in someone else, so if he considers you to be a friend, he'll take you and your relationship with him very seriously. He'd care more about your health and tell you to rest when he deems you need it, whereas he'd just stay quiet around someone else.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He'll only cuddle you when he's certain that there's no one else around (usually at night). He'll wrap his arms around your torso and firmly press your back into his chest. He feels that you're safest when he has you in this position and he'd hold you like that forever if he could.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants to settle down so badly. It's all he ever dreamed of when he was still with Carla. He wants nothing more than to find a small, stable community where you and him can build a home and raise a kid. He's not very good at cleaning, and he can only cook basic things, but he'd defend his family to his death if it were required of him. Ideally, he'd like it to be where you were the one at home with the kids while he did the scavenging and more grueling, work-centered jobs.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd tell you in the morning as he packed his things, his back turned to you as he'd be too ashamed to face you head-on. You'd have to have been working with the Legion or do something drastic for him to react in this manner, which is why he feels so embarrassed to have ever loved you, and a part of him still will. It's better for you to just leave quickly.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He doesn't really care too much about marriage. If you want to go through the ritual, then he'd go along with it, but there aren't many people he'd want to invite.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He tries his best to be gentle with you physically since he knows how strong his NCR training has made him, but there are times when he just needs to get you away from danger. Sometimes, when he spots a band of Legionaries off in the distance, he'll yank you down below a rock roughly as he plans on the best way to get away from them. But, those are the only times when he'd put more force behind his actions. He's very closed off emotionally and not very good at comforting others, so he mostly relies on the ways he can physically take care of you instead during moments like that.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He only hugs you when he feels you were close to dying, otherwise, he'd rather keep his stoic appearance up.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a while for him to finally feel as if he's ready to say it. It'll be during a quiet night out in the Mojave with the two of you laying beside one another in silence when he'd say he loved you. It'd be so silent you almost couldn't make out what he whispered, but that's how he'd first tell you.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn't get jealous as much as he gets protective. He'll stand behind you and make himself look as threatening as he can manage in an attempt to scare off whoever it is you're with. Sometimes, if he thinks it's necessary, he'll grab the front of the person's shirt and shove them back, but that's as physical as he'd get. Of course, if he thought they were going to harm you, he'd just find a way to kill them, but he's not usually that paranoid.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are rough and passionate. He only kisses you in private, so everything he feels for you while you're both out in public will slowly build up until he can finally get you alone.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

Awkward? He's afraid he'll influence them somehow so he tries not to talk to them too much. He's a dangerous man with an awful past and he'd hate for it to rub off on them. Unlucky for him, most kids think he's really cool and will cling to him like static.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Groggily. He wakes up fairly early so mornings are spent with him going around and packing things to take for the day while you try your best to wake up and get ready with him.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Boone are filled with affection and him clinging to you. He hates PDA, so once you and he are back behind closed doors, his bottled-up love for you finally releases itself and he doesn't let you go.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals his past to you before you even get together. It's a very gradual progression with him and you'll know almost everything you need to before you both even kiss for the first time.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He tries not to let things get to him, but he can't help but become a little upset whenever you do something he thinks is stupid or dangerous. He also has a lot of PTSD, so I imagine that there are little things that can trigger him to be more defensive and angry.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Boone is painfully observant and will remember so many little things that he notices or that you say. That being said, he also has a terrible habit of remembering the bigger aspects of yourself. He can't remember dates to save his life, so while he'll know the exact words you used to describe the sunset a month ago, he struggles to remember your birthday or even your middle name.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He appreciates the silent moments more than anything. The times spent admiring the world around you or sharing a drink at some dingy place in Freeside. Those instances speak volumes to him and he loves that there doesn't have to be an ongoing dialogue for you both to be comfortable in each other's presence.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He'd protect you with his life. He has enough experience with combat to feel confident in keeping you safe. He'll snipe anyone if he suspects they're out for you, with no qualms or guilt attached.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not much. Boone's a simple guy. A quick game of cards or a walk around a town is enough for him to feel satisfied with his efforts.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't talk to you. There are so many instances where he's stressed out of his mind, but he just refuses to open up to you about it, which leads to a few arguments since you can't tell why he's so angry or upset at something.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very. He doesn't really care how he or his partner looks. What matters to him is that he loves you and you love him. Why should anyone's appearance come between that?

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. He's lost Carla already, he couldn't imagine similarly losing you. It'd shatter him in ways he'd never be able to explain.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He hardly ever showers.

Y - Yuck��(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don't really see him with someone shy or completely incompetent in battle. It's not completely off the table, but he'd prefer to have someone who can hold their own if necessary and be able to stand up for themselves.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Boone struggles with his sleeping habits so most nights are just him laying and running his hands through your hair. Ideally, he falls asleep at 11:00 and wakes up at 5:00, but he's not always that lucky.

[ufologyexpert]

I've been trying to get drawings done instead I've just been ending up with incomplete sketches.

[snail-eggs]

KISSING DOWN THE GD BODY BOONESIX YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO 🔥🔥

pairing: Craig Boone/Courier 6 (F!OC)

warnings: smut. sex. they finally fuck. are you happy, Rags? you've created a monster. Seriously though, this is my first attempt at smut. That's a warning on its own.

divider by @/saradika

There’s something off about this. About the way Six looks as she’s counting their remaining bullets in the divot in her lap. She looks more alive than she has the past few days, despite the bags under her eyes growing worse and worse by the day. 

The house around them is falling apart. Foundation groaning with every strong gust of wind. He taps his boot against the steel bed frame. Rust flakes off. He has no idea how it’ll carry his weight, let alone both of theirs. Boone’ll let her take it tonight, he thinks. She needs the sleep more than him, even if her pseudo-prophetic dreams keep her from getting any real rest. 

What he doesn’t know, however, is that it isn’t just visions of tornadoes, swirling around the irradiated dirt and leaving nothing in their wake that’s haunting her. No, more recently, it's his hands. Six hasn’t been able to stop thinking about his hands. Looking at them. At the way they grip his rifle, pull the trigger just so. The way his hands clench, knuckles turning white when she’d asked one question too many. 

She wonders how they’d feel in her own. If his white-knuckled grasp would really hurt. She doesn’t think so, though. Not so long as he’s holding her. When it really comes down to it, Six thinks, all she wants is to feel him. If it hurts, then it hurts. So be it. 

Six looks up at him now from her spot on the floor. Bathed in the warm wasteland glow, he looks like something else entirely. Something not Boone—closer to the approximation of him that lives in her head and nowhere else. Lives deep in her chest too, she supposes. Close to her heart. And in her chest, her heart thumps hard against her ribs. Six can feel it in her throat. She swallows hard when he looks back; looks her right in the eyes in that precise, cutting way he always does. And maybe it's a trick of the light or the lack of sleep, but she sees something else there too. Something that softens the edge of his gaze. Her heart beats faster.

This adrenaline rush isn’t new. Odd, sure, but not new. Six can recall having felt it precisely once before. With Benny. At the Tops, on his bed after too many drinks, roughly fourteen months after he’d shot her in the head. But she wasn’t scared then, not at all. Guesses that means she isn’t scared now, either. Just nervous.

Boone has never made her nervous, though. Not back in Dinky’s mouth when he’d pointed his rifle right in between her eyes, not ever. 

Except for now, in this rotting house, sitting at the foot of some disgusting bed. Staring.

Six has forgotten all about the bullets now. They lay scattered on the floor, less than a handful still resting in her palm. There’s a flash of concern in Boone’s face then. He leans his rifle against the wall. Drops down to his knees right in front of her and begins to pick up the bullets in between Six’s legs like it's nothing. Like he isn’t so close. Her jaw clenches. 

“You need to sleep,” he’s tossing the bullets back into the box by the handful. His fingers brush against the ones in her palm. Hesitate for a moment before he grabs them up like all the others. “Look like you’re gonna keel over any second.” 

Her hands move of their own accord, cup Boone’s face on either side and tilt his head up to face her head-on. He’s deathly still—every muscle in his body tensed. Six runs her thumb back and forth on the rough skin of his cheek. Boone isn’t breathing, she thinks. He’s staring at her apprehensively. Like at any second, she’ll draw a knife and stab him right in the gut. Her eyes flit from his wary green eyes down to his lips. They linger there, long enough for Boone to notice. He inhales deep, exhales loudly. Their eyes meet again. 

Boone takes her by the back of the neck, faster than she can process. Pulls Six in and collides his mouth against hers .Its bruising—all wrong and still, neither of them break away. He can’t remember what it's like to kiss somebody—to really kiss somebody. Hasn’t so much as entertained the thought. Not after Carla. But now with Six’s lips pressed against his, it feels like second nature to have her so close. Feels like this is how it's supposed to be. He leans into her, the remaining bullets in his hand falling to the ground and he couldn’t care less about them. 

Six is halfway to having her back pressed against the dirty, splintering hardwood when his fingers find themselves tangled in her short brown locks and she pulls away. “Boone,” it's breathless, the way she says it. Nearly quieter than a whisper. She studies him as best she can from so close. Hasn’t ever seen him like this—so desperate. Hungry for more. Boone presses his forehead against hers. Leans into her, wordlessly begging to continue this—whatever this is. 

“Six.”

“Still want me to go to sleep now?”

And he chuckles earnestly before leaning in to kiss right under her jaw. Six’s breath hitches. She can feel Boone smile against her skin. He coaxes her back, tugs at her hair before he has her flush against the ground. It didn’t feel like this with Benny. Not even close. Six’s hands move down from his face to his chest; she clutches his shirt in a vice grip. Doesn’t think she ever wants to let go.

Her heart is beating out of her chest now, more so than before. She never imagined she’d have him this close, feeling the calluses on his hands run under her shirt; his fingertips digging into the skin of her waist like his life depends on it. Never thought she’d whimper at the pressure, only wanting more. 

This is dangerous territory they’ve crossed into. Despite the arousal muddling her thoughts as Boone grazes her collar bone with his teeth, Six wonders what comes after this. Nothing good, surely. She stares up at the ceiling, half hyperventilating now. He tugs at her shirt. She lets him take it off. Whatever the consequences are, they’re not worth losing Boone. Losing what she has with him. 

And yet. 

She’s got her hands on his shoulders now, beckoning him down further. His hands are starting to mess with the button of her pants. Six gasps—no, whines as he presses a chaste kiss to her abdomen. Then he stops. With her pants unbuttoned, zipper down as far as it’ll go, Boone leans back onto his knees. Takes in the sight of her before him. Looks a little spooked, even, and the sight makes Six smile. A laugh escapes her throat unwillingly. Boone watches her fondly through his heavy-lidded gaze. Runs his hand up and down her still-clothed thigh. The sun’s rays bleed through the windows as it sets. Light’s waning and he can still see those intense bags under her eyes better than anything else. His cock stirs in his pants watching the heaving of her bare chest. He doesn’t understand the scope of this—doesn’t want to consider the consequences—all he knows is that he has never wanted anyone more than he wants Six right now and it's killing him. It's been killing him since their last night at the Tops when he’d watched her disappear with Benny into his room for what he’s sure was a piss-poor fuck. Really he would have been fine with anyone else but Benny—never really thought he’d be in this position anyway. Something about it made his skin crawl. The thought of Benny running his hands all over Six’s body after what he did to her. After he shot her in the head and left her to die in Goodsprings like a dog.

Boone might not be deserving of Six, but Benny is even less so. 

If it has to be anyone, Boone sure as hell isn’t mad that it’s him. He’s fucking psyched about it actually—as psyched as Boone can realistically be about anything. He pulls his shirt over his head, unbuckles his belt with fervor and tosses it to the side. 

Six arches a brow, looks him up and down. She’s amused and he’s not entirely sure why. “What?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “You’re—you’re really pretty right now.”

“Pretty?”

“Handsome. Whatever. Cut me some slack, I don’t do this.”

“Six, we can stop if you—”

“Fuck off, I never said that.” Six reaches up, brings him in close and presses a gentle, languid kiss to his lips. Words catch in her throat when they pull apart. Words she can’t quite place. Only knows the tug she feels in her chest when they’re eye to eye. She’d stay like this forever if she could.

Tongues gliding against each other’s, Boone grinds his hips into Six’s. She’s half starved with the way she’s gripping at him in any way she can. These messy, open-mouthed kisses aren’t enough. Having his body pressed against hers isn’t enough. No, she’d need to be in his skin to be satisfied. Though she’ll settle for the next best thing. 

She reaches down, palms his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Boone groans into her mouth. He’s breathless now, desperate. 

When they fuck, its slow. He’s got one of her thighs held up against his hip as he drives himself into her at an agonizing pace. Being with Boone is nothing like how it was with Benny. There’s something fundamentally different about this, she thinks as she stifles her moan in the crook of his neck. Maybe Boone is just better at fucking—she doesn’t entirely doubt that—or maybe she’s just more present now that she’s not drunk off her ass. 

Benny was fun. Quick, but fun. They’d fumbled and laughed and drank but god, it was nothing like this. She’s almost glad it wasn’t. Glad she’s feeling this way with Boone instead. 

Her walls clench around him. The room’s completely dark now—Six has no clue how long they’ve been at this. She’s closer to the brink with every second that passes. Her breathing is becoming erratic—so are Boone’s thrusts. She comes loud and hard, nails digging crescent-shaped craters into his back. It doesn’t take long for him to follow. He pulls out, spills all over the inside of her thigh. 

She gets as good a look at him as she can in the darkness. Stares him in those tired eyes, knowing hers must look leagues worse. Six opens her mouth to speak but the words are held hostage by some unseen force yet again. She kisses him on the forehead instead. Smiles and nods over to the bed right beside them. 

“Sleep with me?”

Boone shakes his head at her. Cups her cheek with his hand. The way he’s looking at her scares her. She doesn’t know she’s looking at him the exact same way. 

“I’ll sleep with you.”

For the first time in weeks, Six is not haunted by visions of tornadoes or of Boone’s hands. Instead she finds herself in a deep, dreamless sleep with Boone right by her side. 

By her side where he belongs.

[vnknowcrow]

first computer drawing!!! valentine type beat in,,, august

[okaybooner]

x x

boone may not be ready to come to terms with her gender, but one thing is clear: she has feelings for her best friend and commanding officer, courier leigh B^]

alt versions below because if there's one thing my scanner will do it's chew my line art and spit it back out

[necrophatic]

Get hoisted idiot

[night-springs]

↳ If I was born as a blackthorn tree / I'd wanna be felled by you / Held by you / Fuel the pyre of your enemies

[lelelego]

boy and his watchdog

[viperra1]

[nukacoola]

I wrote a short piece on the Courier through Boone's eyes to try out 1st person present tense and practice Boone's voice (which I may or may not be pretty shit at) but it's but it's too short to put on Ao3 so here it is. Boone x Courier Six (implicit), 532 words, tw for unhealthy weight under the cut.

On the day I first met her she entered my nest as quiet as a ghost. Scared the shit out of me if I’m honest. I’m supposed to be a trained soldier. One of the best snipers in the whole damn military with the sense and reflexes to boot; and yet there I was getting taken off guard by some girl who looked like a risen corpse. 

That really is how she looks. Her eyes are dull. Not foggy, but like the light never hits them quite right. The skin around them is always darkly bruised, like she never sleeps. She has sickly pale skin that never tans with the sun. She burns sometimes, but she covers up mostly to stop it. It’s all the better for her. If raiders or Legion saw how weak she looks she’d be in a cage or a collar by sun up. In the room with mutants and cannibals though, she’d be safer in a tank top and shorts. Her skin stretches across her bones like she hasn’t eaten in a week. She barely has any flesh for mongrels or ferals to be interested in sinking their teeth into.

I saw a guy like that once. A kid, round 18 or something. NCR rescued him from the back of a caravan shuttling people under their products. The troop that found him brought him to Camp Golf for medicine and lodging while he recovered. He walked around the camp sometimes. Talking to people, saying he wanted to join up when he was better. He died a week later. His body couldn’t keep in what they gave him. That kid and her look the same but somehow she’s still kicking. She eats at the same times as me, usually. But she always picks at the food. When she swallows sometimes she’ll grimace. Like it’s some big effort. The food’s not good, I agree with that, but it’s not even like she hates it. It’s just like it’s hard for her to chew, to get the food down her throat at all.

Took her a while for her to tell me why she kept asking about things any brahmin farmer, casino runner, or caravan guard in the Mojave would know. She took a bullet in the head and somehow survived it. Maybe she should’ve died there and death keeps following her around waiting for her to finally give in. We’re the same in that way. I didn’t die at Bitter Springs cause we were shooting fish in a barrel. Killing women and children wasn’t hard or dangerous. I was never at risk – but I should’ve died there. Should’ve had my skull caved in by some Khan fighter that followed the fleeing families into that valley. The souls that I murdered will do me in some day. They follow me like death follows her. Watching, waiting. 

Her and Carla have the same hair color. Light grayish-brown, mousy brown as Carla used to call it. But Carla’s was pin straight. Six has waves. Waves so tight they’re almost curls. Like how my mom’s hair used to look when she’d take her thick rollers out in the morning. I’m glad she’s different in that way. Don’t wanna have to see Carla whenever she turns away from me. 

I follow her now, just like I followed Carla. And just like Carla she’s able to make me forget. Sometimes. Maybe I’ll follow her to the grave, and maybe that’d be for the best. For both of us.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

silly prompt idea even if November's already over: your choice of companions and their response to No Nut November? like whether they'd actually try it or their reactions to the games respective MC trying it. interpret it however you want

FNV Companions (+Yes Man, Victor, and Benny) Responses to No Nut November

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » MDNI ➼ Genre » Romantic, NSFW ➼ A/N » I had to cut out three of them, so I added 3 random ones! Hope you don't mind!

First off, Boone thinks you're stupid. There are so many things going on in the Mojave and you want to... not cum? Are your priorities questionable? Sure, but he'll follow along if you insist. He manages to make it the whole month, with no sweat. He's not an incredibly horny guy, to begin with, so it's mostly just him doing what he's always done. Even if you decide you're done with the challenge, he won't budge. 10/10, not only is he a team player, but he dominates the competition. Not literally (he's got a contest to win), but you get the idea.

"This was your idea. Stick with it."

Arcade gets a bit flustered when you ask him. When you said you had something you needed to talk to him about, this was the last thing he expected. He's not all that bad at it. He's got an occasional urge, but he's a focused man and can shut it down just as quickly as it comes. Although he was embarrassed at first, he gets confident throughout the rest of the month and will tease you to try and get you to lose. 7/10, he passes it with only a few issues and he's not above edging you on to get you to fail before him.

"You seem bothered. I can fix that, you know."

Raul chuckles at the idea. He's not hard to convince. It's not like he's got anything better to do, so why not. Raul doesn't have much trouble actually completing the challenge. He's old and too tired to do things like that frequently anyway, and he knows that's the case. So, instead, he tries to do everything in his power to get you to lose. He's like Arcade but way worse. He'll rasp into your ear more often, touch you for much longer than he needs to, or get right in your face in an attempt to make you flustered. 5/10, he's against you from the start.

"Don't know what you're talking 'bout, boss. I've always stood this close. Really."

Cass has heard of No Nut November before and has already tried it out a couple of times (with varying outcomes), so it's safe to say she'd be willing to try it out again with you. She thinks it could be fun, especially if you allow her to mix a few drinks into the picture. She'd love to see how long she'd last but if you get a few bottles of whiskey into her system, she'll be clinging to your shoulder and asking to fuck. 2/10, she tires?? I guess??

"Who said we couldn't take a couple of breaks? It's not like either of us are actually counting."

Veronica's never heard of it before, but she'd be lying if she said it didn't pique her interest in some way. She's curious about how difficult it's actually got to be, and to her surprise (and slight disappointment), she finds it to be easy. Veronica has incredible amounts of self-control when it comes to sex and masturbation, so she never really viewed it as a challenge. However, just because she finds it easy, doesn't mean she won't cheer you on. 10/10, she passes and makes you pass as well, there's no one better you could ask.

"Only a few days left! This'll be easy! :)"

Yes Man will be as enthusiastic as ever. Of course, he'll participate! There's nothing he'd like more than doing something with you. He struggles quite a bit when it comes to making it through the month, and probably won't make it, but he sure does try! And even if he loses early on, he'd gladly help you complete it on your own. 5/10, helps everyone but himself.

"Forget about me, I have full confidence in your ability!"

Victor has never been more confused in his life. What the hell does that even mean? He supposes he'll try it out, mostly because he doesn't know what's happening, but he's still willing to give it a shot. The only way Victor fails is if you fail. He only masturbates twice a year, and if he were to have sex, it'd be with you. And if you're offering, there's never a moment when he'd deny it. 7/10, could win but it solely depends on you're drive to complete it.

"Say that again, doll? What's it you want me t'do?"

Benny is utterly appalled. Why would he want to do something so silly? What’s even the point? He’s got you, this challenge couldn’t possibly hold. So when he hears that you’ve taken it upon yourself to actively participate, he’s at a loss. He doesn’t want to look like a chump in front of you, but at the same time, you can’t actually be serious. A month? Are you sure? He’s, by no means, a team player. 0/10 failed immediately and didn’t even try.

“C’mon, baby, rethink it, won’t you? You couldn’t really go the whole month without me, could you?”

[inverswayart]

You would not believe the psychosexual fuckery that's going on between Innocence and Boone, like

He is a first person that made her feel safe after Nipton. She's terrified of him. He watched her run through Boomers' artillery barrage. They do drugs together. She made him follow her as she befriended the Great Khans. They kill slavers together. She left for Caesar's Fort alone and didn't tell him. He sees her as Carla's ghost in disguise coming to torment him. She pines for Carla almost just as badly as he does.

The only time they actually tried to have sex was an absolute fucking disaster

[iikawarii]

fallout commissions for the lovelies <3 (waitlist is open!)