#Deegan

[theosconfessions]

Deegan Day- sim request for - @bloomingkyras

usually id do a bit of a write out but i want him to fit into what you want him to be :) i can if youd like me too but i hope you like him lovely! ill send him to you this afternoon<3

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[finniestoncrane]

Can I ask for reader giving Deegan from Fallout 4 a little relaxing blow job for being such a brave and hard working guy? (So nervous but I saw he was in your list and I love him!)

Edward Deegan x GN!Reader, word count: 1.2k don't be nervous!! i'm so glad someone asked for him finally, and this is perfect ;-; i'm writing this post-lorenzo shit, because when he was on the floor all weak URGH my heart ;-; ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: blowjobs, sweet deegan!! don't tell me he isn't soft and kind, he put up with jack cabot long enough, smutty fluff, tiny mention of an injury on deegan

It was late, well past midnight, and you moved quietly through the Cabot house as you made your way to Deegan's room, not wanting to wake anyone up. You didn't want to disturb Edward's rest either, but you hadn't been able to sleep for thinking about him, worrying over him after the day you'd been through.

"Edward... Ed? Can I come in?"

Your whispered words were accompanied by a soft tapping of your knuckles against the door. Any louder and you'd wake the whole house. And besides, if he couldn't hear you, then it meant he had managed to fall asleep.

"Sure, door's unlocked."

His voice cut through the silence, gruff, gravelly, louder than yours. You cringed at the sound, worried it might disturb the others who would no doubt interrupt what you hoped would be a private conversation with Deegan. But as you carfeully, so slowly, turned the handle of the door, you could hear nothing else but your own breathing.

You closed the door just as quietly behind you, keeping your voice hushed, but adjusting the volume to a slightly louder one now that you were in the privacy of the four walls.

"Are you ok? You look worried."

Edward was sitting up on the edge of his bed wearing only a pair of underwear. His stomach was wrapped in bandages, but other than that, his body was bare and exposed to your lingering gaze, though it didn't seem to bother him. Realising that you were staring, you turned your head to the side, letting your hand find his hat on top of his dresser, fingers skimming over the shallow brim as you spoke.

"I'm ok, I just couldn't sleep. I was worried about you."

"Really? You couldn't sleep because of me? That's ridiculous. I'm fine."

He patted the mattress beside him, a gentle gesture, welcoming and kind. Once you were resting beside him, he placed an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting side embrace. Physical affection was one of his surprises, a trait you'd never have expected from him, but one that was prominent once you were amongst his "inner circle".

"I know, I know. You're always fine. But how many times can you get knocked around like that and still be ok afterwards?"

"It's been two hundred years so far. I can't imagine I'll be downed any time soon."

You slumped into his body, letting him take your whole weight. The more you relaxed, the more your body slipped until you were laying at an angle uncomfortable enough for you to shift your body. Kicking your legs up onto the bed, you settled your head into his lap, sighing contentedly as he tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear.

Edward let his fingers travel from your hair to your neck, following down to your shoulder and tracing your upper arm, soft strokes back and forth as he tickled your skin, soothing, comforting. It was more than that though. His strong body supporting you, his surprisingly gentle touch, the way he hummed in satisfaction when you shifted into him. For all he did for you, risking his life, finding you work, convincing Jack to let you stay in the house, and now, comforting you when you'd come to comfort him, you knew he was due more than just an embrace. And you knew you wanted to give it to him.

As you nuzzled your head against his crotch, you brought your hands up to his thighs, skimming your palm against them, travelling upwards until you were at the top of his underwear. Edward sighed against you, a soft, growling moan as he felt your caress against his strong, but tired body.

Tugging the underwear down, you exposed his cock, stiffening already at your touch, pulsing as you let it fall out over the band, bobbing in front of your face.

His hand was against your cheek, warm, delicate, but he was pushing at you, trying to guide you away from him, only easing up when you were focused on him, your eyes trained on his.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You deserve this, Edward."

He closed his eyes, blinking slowly.

"You don't have to do that... this. You don't have to pity me. I do my job, and I watch out for my friends."

"It's not out of pity, Edward. I want to do this. I've wanted to do this."

He put up no fight after those words, instead leaning back on his elbows to give you more room in his lap as you turned your had back towards his cock. WIth your hand gripping the base of his shaft, you let your lips slide down over the head, tongue flitting back and forth, coating it with your saliva to make it easier to bob your head up and down his length.

Your lips bumped over the smoothed ridges of his cock, a texture that was satisfying and new, exciting, different. You could feel the skin warming against your mouth and your tongue, the way his thick, hard dick throbbed at the attention you were giving it.

Freshly washed, always taking advantage of the hot, running water in the Cabot house, Edward didn't taste like much, but you could still smell his musk. And as he relaxed into the pleasure, the tang of his precum settled on your tongue sending you into a frenzy. With your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, hoping to encourage more of the sweet, salty essence.

Edward choked on his words a little, surprised at how hungry you seemed to be for him. Gently, so as not to incur any more damage to his bruised body, he eased himself down lower, still raised enough though to watch you as you worked your way over his cock.

With a crude 'schlick' you let his cock pop out of your mouth, smiling up at him as you turned your head to the side and ran your tongue up and down his dick, running it through your lips at the angle before you sank your mouth back down over it.

You looked up at him, catching his eyes and smiling even with your mouth full of him, an act that made him blush and lose a little bit of the control he had over his reactions. With a hitched breath, he muttered something, unintelligible murmurs underscored by half-swears and sounds of pleasure.

"Ah... fff... ngh!"

Edward's breathing was heavy, panting, interspersed with moans and groans that only got louder the more you sucked on his cock, tongue swirling over the head as you reach the top and gliding down the shaft as you let the tip hit the back of your throat.

Your fingers travelled up his chest, gripping his prominent chin and playfully shaking it before you placed your palm over his mouth. It was late, and Wilhelmina was a notoriously light sleeper. The last thing you wanted was to be interrupted before you'd had the chance to properly thank Deegan for his bravery and his kindness.

And with the way he had begun to buck his hips up, his hands gripping the sheets as he strained his neck and gritted his teeth, you wouldn't have to wait long to see it through.

[drewis469]

DNGR. Deegs

[patosduck]

I feel like everyone who is like a die hard American has this in their house framed somewhere

Ohhh look deegs is there too

[kochleean]

deegan - uncensored on twitter

[thebuhonerodazorrow]

Dune: A whisper of Caladan seas

BOOM!

[greenleaf4stuff]

[skaiind]

a kofi sketch request of a horny Edward Deegan

[harrowedknight]

Forget jack cabot work for me instead babygirl!!!

[lem0nicle]

i made a new version with a lot more ghouls

i hope its okay, that this is posted as a new post, not just a thread to the previous version😅

[gobald]

Danse may hate all he wants, but he's a true ghoul magnet.

Pretty sure it's the beanie ✨

[malewifemrhouse]

20 ghouls ! ! i added another 29 to this file. more from fo4 and fnv, and a bunch from fo3 since ive now played it ! i want them all to look special :]!!! Here's the wip i posted previously!

[finniestoncrane]

Hii!! May I request Edward Deegan with a gender neutral reader please; prompts like

🌷having them place a flower behind your ear

Thigh riding, praise kink, overstimulation + “do that again, it feels nice” welcome but not all necessary, love your writing to bits & pieces!🧡🥳

Edward Deegan x GN!Reader, word count: 1k thank you so much anon!! soft deegan in the wasteland it is. i think he deserves to take a little rest and enjoy the day sometimes. those cabots run him ragged, and he needs someone to push him to just sit down and take a deep breath (and also someone to grind against him lmao) ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: grinding, thigh riding, dry humping, tiny teensy bit of nipple play, pre-ejac kinda, lil bit of overstimulation, smooching (specifically tongue kissing is mentioned)

The Wasteland almost felt pleasant. It was something that happened when you were around Deegan, you noticed. He made you feel safe, made things feel brighter and sweeter, even if he was, in all fairness, quite a stern and grumpy fellow most of the time. But sometimes, even he couldn't resist the urge to just sit back and cherish little moments, especially when you were encouraging him.

Curled up against his side, you looked out onto the road in front of you, empty except for a few rusted cars. No enemies. No danger. With a sigh, you spoke, drilling your oft repeated message into him.

"See, it's so important to just take a moment to yourself, Edward. You do enough for the Cabot, but nothing for you. And if it means they have to wait a little longer for you to get back to the house from whatever errand they have you running, then so be it."

You shouldn't have had to give him permission to be kind to himself, to remember that he was his own man, but he'd been working for Jack and his family for two hundred years, and you found he needed to be reminded quite often that there was a life outside of Cabot house, one that you were willing to be a part of.

From beside him, Deegan's fingers plucked a small flower from the remaining grass, reaching across his body and yours to tuck it behind your ear. His eyes softened as he looked at you, no longer the intense, tired stare he tended to have. It was so sweet, so welcoming, that you couldn't help yourself. You twisted your body and swung a leg over his thighs, sitting yourself down on his lap. Despite his surprise at your very public display of affection, he placed his hands on either side of your waist and let his fingers dance over your sides.

His touch was soft, always surprisingly gentle despite his strength and his often gruff attitude. You leaned in to show your appreciation with a gentle kiss, his eyelids closing as your lips touched his, a soft gravelly moan confirming his approval of your forward thinking. Before you knew it, you were grinding against his thighs, rolling your hips forward, breath hitching appreciatively each time you felt the stiff bulge at the front of his pants against you.

As you lifted yourself up to gain a better angle for running yourself against him, you felt Deegan's hands skirt over your thighs and around to your rear, cupping at your cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh.

"You're right, this is nice... feels good to take a break..."

Pleased with yourself, you let out a small giggle, a sweet sound that made his cheeks warm.

"... You're so smart... always know what's best..."

For as long as you'd known him, nothing had felt quite as good as hearing his approval, any praise he was willing to offer you. It was music to your ears, providing a soothing, comforting warmth that radiated through your bones.

"... so good... so very good..."

With a groan you almost headbutted him, pushing your lips against his with a passionate force that knocked him back a little. When you felt him push back a little, you placed your hand on his chest, stopping him with very little effort, letting him sink back down again and succumb to your control over his pleasure.

You pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants and sliding your hand under. Even through the ridges of his scarring, you could feel his muscles, carved into his chiselled torso, sending a tingle through your fingertips as they passed over them. Travelling upwards, you laid your palm against his breastbone for a moment, before letting your digits brush over his nipples. He let out a sharp breath, and, worried you had gone too far, you lifted your hand from him, only for it to be clamped back down against him by his own.

"No, it's ok... you can do that again, it feels nice."

Smiling, a mischievous grin that was encouraged by his permission, you teased at his nipple with your fingers, rolling the stiff bud between them. As you worked at him, you brought yourself to his lips for another kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth and tasting his last coffee. His hands fell to your thighs and the pressure of the grip had you moaning into his mouth, dull aches as he bruised your skin at the force he held you with, making it difficult to keep grinding against the now throbbing bulge.

"Shit... Shit!"

The fingers embedded into your thighs twitched and released as his back arched and relaxed back against the tree. It took a few moments for you to understand what had happened, but the red of his cheeks and his sudden collapse into a panting puddle gave it away.

"So quick, Edward... I wasn't expecting that."

He smiled at your teasing.

"I wasn't expecting any of this, that might explain it."

Rolling your hips forward, you caught him off guard, and he winced, a rugged groan escaping from his throat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not done yet..."

With renewed vigour, inspired by the way his face screwed up in a twist of pleasure and pain, you kept grinding against him. The wet of his seed coated the front of his pants, soon covering yours too, sticky and cold in the breeze. Deegan reached behind him, his fingers scraping at the bark of the tree as you felt him begin to twitch again, his erection dwindling, but the arousal still pulsing through him.

"H-how long... I don't think... think I can..."

You placed a kiss to his lips, ending his sentence prematurely.

"Relax, Edward. You're already going to be late. What's another few minutes going to matter?"

Deegan relented, his body weak from his orgasm, weaker still with the way you kept stimulating him, but hungry for more of you.

[drewis469]

Deegan will put the #1 on it today!

[jetconsumer]

[allbornscreaming]

FONTAINES D.C. — Romance (23 August 2024)

I’ve always been interested in the argument, or the perspective, of seeing delusion and romance as one and the same [...] And I think the place of romance that I spoke about, in the title track, it’s that place, it’s that refuge. And I think there’s a denial, maybe, involved. You’re dressing your life up in this romantic way. And I think there’s a line to blur between madness and this denial, which is necessary in order to get on. The world is absolutely f–ked, and it’s difficult to know which way to turn. — Grian Chatten +