#Gage x Reader

[mlmxreader]

this post is for the faggots & only the faggots

women DNI, unless we're mutuals/friends, this isn't a post for you

minors DNI, this is an 18+ post.

Fallout 4 + Sex

includes: Gage, Preston Garvey, MacCready, Hancock, Valentine, Danse, Sturges, Mason (Pack alpha) & Old Longfellow.

all are done w male reader.

Gage

100% likes to have you bent over a surface when he fucks you, as long as you say you want him to; he especially likes it when you suggest that he should fuck you against a window for all the other raiders below to see. He loves how tight your ass is around him and he loves it when you lick his cock clean; he has a massive soft spot for seeing you masturbate, though. Watching your hand work your cock as those little moans of his name slip from your mouth as you beg him to join in or at least help you out.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll be there in a second."

Preston Garvey

While not massively kinky, Preston will admit that he likes the rush of outdoor sex; he likes to ride you and bite down on the skin of your neck to try and stifle his moans, hoping that no one hears and thinks that something's wrong. He loves the way you grip his hips as you thrust up into his ass, grunting out his name between gritted teeth in a vain attempt to keep quiet. Fuck, Preston would carry on forever if there wasn't yet another settlement that needed help. He has to admit, though, he's thought about having sex at the castle a lot and he does want to try it.

"Quiet, General, I think I hear someone coming."

R.J. MacCready

Do not let him fool you. MacCready fucking loves to tie you up, tease your cock until your eyes are filled with tears, make you beg for it - almost as much as he loves the slow, sensual nights with you riding him slowly. He'll fuck you anywhere you ask, as long as he's 100% certain there's no enemies nearby. His favourite is when you let him fuck you in the mornings; sloppy and slow, every stroke almost painstakingly gentle as you bury your face in the pillows and beg for him to cum in your ass. He loves it, he's not shy about admitting it, either.

"What's the matter, cowboy? You can't keep up?"

John Hancock

Get the Rad-X and Radaway, boys! Hancock can (and will) go all fucking day and night if you ask him to. He's got some reservations, like, he won't fuck you anywhere TOO risky mostly because he doesn't want to get you into trouble - bit otherwise? You just say the fucking word. And he's SO vocal, too, always moaning so loudly with his face buried in the mattress, your cock slamming into him as he grips the already torn sheets and just fucking begs for you to keep going. Hancock isn't fucking shy, either - he will ask you to fuck him whilst you're wearing the Silver Shroud armour. He will beg. Do the voice, too, and he'll be cumming before you even touch him.

"Aw, shit, sweetheart, is that for me?"

Nick Valentine

Classy, that's one word for it. Nick has a lot of old-world memories about pornography, and he isn't really all that keen on it. Sure, roleplay sounds fun - if you're down to be the guy delivering the extra sausage pizza, that is. But otherwise, Nick likes to take things slow; he's not exactly sure how much time he'll have before he needs to be repaired, so he wants to make the most of it. Whether you want to be top or bottom, he doesn't really care or mind - he'll take your cock just as happily as he'll fuck you in the ass. 100% has a consent kink, though, that man LOVES to hear you say how much you want it.

"And who said that this old bucket of gears and sprockets didn't have it in him anymore?"

Paladin Danse

Danse is very much the same in the bedroom as he is outside of it; he's collected, he's controlled, he's got a fat ass that he loves for you to bite and smack until it's raw and red and he's got tears in his eyes as he tells you to keep fucking going. Don't expect any less of Danse except for it to be a long, long session; he's so fucking good at taking your cock, you'll have cum 4 or 5 times once you're completely spent. He orders you around, telling you exactly how he wants you to fuck him, exactly what he wants you to do to him - like he's giving you fucking details for a mission. It's hot.

"Come on, soldier, you can fuck me better than that."

Sturges

He's good with technology, that's for absolute sure. He'll ask you to test out some new dildo he made and he fucking loves it every time; watching how you cum and beg for him to fuck you, kiss you, anything as you've got his new toy inside you. Fuck, even just thinking about it makes him hard; but he's never mean, much like Preston, he enjoys giving you a lot of praise and encouragement. The few times that you've let him use his toy on you and fuck you at the same time were always his favourite, though; watching how well you take his cock and the toy at the same time was fucking priceless.

"C'mon, baby, you're doin' so well for me already."

Mason (Alpha/Leader of The Pack)

Y'know the Nine Inch Nails song 'Closer'? Yeah, that sums up Mason, really. He's a kinky fuck. Constantly happy to let you ride him and cockwarm him while he's sat on that fucking throne of his; he'll fuck you anywhere you ask, and the guy has a HUGE kink for marking you up. You want him to bite? Scratch? Smack you around? He'll do it! You just have to say the word and he's fucking on it. He isn't shy about it, either, he's fucking possessive and he knows you like it by the way you get hard whenever he shows off. He's also more than happy to have you sit on his throne while he kneels between your legs and sucks you off; doing his best not to grin, knowing that no one can make you cum like he does.

"That's it, good boy, taking my cock so fucking well in front of everybody."

Old Longfellow

Rough. Longfellow is fucking rough with you. He won't bite or smack you, although he's quite happy to spank you if you ask, but he'll manhandle you and throw you around and if you ask him to. Outdoor sex by the sea is commonplace - if it's a nice day at his cabin, he'll fuck you outside. Doesn't care if he might get visitors. He does also like to make it last as much as he can, though, and often finds himself reminding you of how much he loves you - he doesn't want to say anything to you he might regret, so praise and little reminders are constant. If it gets too much, though, just say and he'll stop - grunting and growling and moaning in your ear instead.

"Not bad for a mainlander, are you? You almost take cock as well as an Islander."

[hrefna-the-raven]

The dress

Main masterlist - Fallout masterlist

Summary: you found a well preserved dress from the pre-war era and you just had to try it on

Warnings: smut (18+)

Notes: I got sidetracked by Gage's charm 😅

Gage loosely draped the towel around his waist and marched into the spacious chamber of the Fizztop Grille. Having spent an entire day of shooting through ghoul infested areas, crawling through the dirt and almost getting knocked out by the spinning carousel, you had the audacity to shove him aside to shower first. You might have been the Overboss, but he was the one to put you in that position and as he spent time with you, he grew soft on you but that would end now. He was determined to draw a clear line when it came to shower privileges.

"Now listen up bo-"

He stopped in his tracks, finger still lifted, his eyes glued to your form. You were standing by the window, your damp hair cascading down, gracefully running your hands along your curves as you spun around in that delightful teal blue tea swing dress you had stumbled upon earlier. The V neckline dipped just below your breasts, revealing just enough to set Gage's mind ablaze. He wanted to be mad but he remained rooted to the spot, as though struck by lightning, unable to move a single muscle apart from the stirring between his legs. He swallowed a moan that was forming in the back of his throat, unsure whether he wanted to run out of the room or kiss you right then and there. You finally turned around, your eyes meeting his and with a broad smile on your lips and you danced over to him.

"I think I gonna keep this one, it looks gorgeous. I haven't been able to wear anything like this since before the bombs dropped, it's a miracle this dress is in such a good condition after two centuries."

You hummed, spinning around but were abruptly stopped by Gage's hands holding your shoulders. For a short moment the air crackled with that sweet anticipation, both of you staring at each other. It was strange gazing into both of his hazel green eyes, hardened by the life he lead and yet holding an alluring beauty to them. Before you could utter a single word, his lips crashed onto yours, pouring all the love he tried to hide from you into this one passionate kiss. Breaking away first, he chuckled softly as he struggled to catch his breath. His calloused fingers tenderly brushed aside a stray strand of hair from your face before caressing your cheek.

"You're a real stunner, you know that?", he spoke in a gentle voice.

"And you're a big old softie", you hummend in response, earning a heartfelt laughter from Gage, "so what comes next?"

"Next?", a mischievous smirk formed on his lips, "the fun stuff."

His hand lifted up the hem of your dress while he placed his other hand between your thighs. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the lack of underwear.

"Naughty boss", he chuckled, dragging two fingers along your folds.

You moan shamelessly, running your fingers over his growing bulge underneath the towel.

"Seems your just as naughty", you smirked.

The sounds spilling from his lips as you kept caressing him are delicious, the sweetest melody played for your ears only. You gasped when he pushed two fingers into you, curling them slightly as he kept thrusting them at a merciless pace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your head tilting back, eyes shut tight, attempting to resist the approaching orgasm. Gage charmed his way into your heart the moment you set eyes on him. His gravelly voice, the irresistible grin and that big heart buried under the many layers of a hard life, it was impossible to not fall for him.

Gage found himself trapped in the same situation the moment you stepped into the Gauntlet. That untouched pre-war beauty combined with the toughness and sarcasm pierced right through his heart. He knew instantly that there was no return from the feelings that grew deep within him. He managed to hold on until today, the resistance he clung to became futile the moment he saw you in that damned dress.

"Porter", you moaned, your gaze meeting his, lips parted slightly.

He growled deeply when he felt your walls clench around his fingers as you came undone, drowning in the pleasure he gave you. You chuckled, panting heavily while your mind was still hazy from the orgasm that just waashed over you. Gage licked his fingers clean, humming content as your sweet taste filled his mouth.

"I...I should maybe return the favour", you murmured, reaching to remove the towel, but he stopped you.

"Nah boss, I'm damn fine with watching you like this for now", he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, "ain't makin' promises for later though."

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story 😊

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Warning- I’m off my shits- Warning

Okay so Gage, the more I think about it the more I realize he would be so mean in bed. Like obviously nothing BAD but I can definitely see him being such an ass. What do I mean by that? Well easy- he’s fucking you so good that you start inching away from him? He’s pulling you right back against him with those rough hands, teasing you as he holds you still. “What’s the matter, boss? Too much for ya?” He’d definitely overstimulate you too. On top of that- I can see him being the kind of guy that is just downright unfair. He’d totally make you sit still on his cock, holding you with his chest against your back and making you look out the balcony of Fizztop, daring you to move an inch without him saying you can. Each time you do, it’s another rough smack to your ass to remind you why not. The absolute cherry on top? When it’s all said and done, he is the sweetest when it comes to after care. He ain’t mushy, oh no, but he’ll make sure you’re comfy, maybe give you a massage or rub whatever abused flesh fell prey to him during your tryst..get you some water and even feed you in bed afterwards.

That’s all 😳

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed? 

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle. 

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’ 

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive. 

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side. 

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage. 

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch. 

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.” 

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.” 

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?” 

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.” 

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks. 

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?” 

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”  

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.” 

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow. 

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive. 

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track. 

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure. 

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. 

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles. 

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.” 

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air. 

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes. 

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting. 

Definitely. 

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.” 

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking. 

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.” 

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down. 

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter. 

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings. 

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly. 

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.” 

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on. 

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that. 

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him. 

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise. 

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that. 

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My broken Angel - Gage x fem!reader

warning : drug use, use of mommy/ma'm, emotional, angst, hurt/comfort, smutish, blood, emotional breakdown, no use of Y/n, afab reader

Summary : A call that had saved him and his colleague Gage was free. But free from the old building did not mean free from the addiction and the day. He needed someone, he needed his girlfriend to take care of him and relieve him of any pain.

Info : It's been far to long since I have wrote something for Rory's characters and today say hello to Gage from Bullet Head a newcomer in my masterlist but my sweet angel. No seriously he is so inspirational just by looking at him OMG. So anyways have fun reading and I hope you Rory lovers have found your way back here ;)

Ps : I tried to look the movie online obviously not illegal but somehow my internet was like ,,No-No-No we don't do that here". So I only had a scene pack on youtube, edits and trailer of the movie to get his charcter/personality. I hope despite it I wrote him good.

masterlist

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Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. A break-in, it was just a damn break-in, a robbery and not something that should scale. At least that's what the three of them thought, it was supposed to be simple and not the possible end of their careers.

But in the end it was a nightmare the dog was not the man's friend the dog who tried to kill them the police and the men from the illegal dog fight they all tried to get them. If a call hadn't gone through, if one more thing hadn't happened.

If Gage hadn't been successful in calling his girlfriend, they would never have gotten out of here. She could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was stammering slightly and was nervous that something was wrong.

,,Just wait as best you can, I'll be right there," she had exclaimed into the cell phone for fear he wouldn't hear before she had rushed into the car to drive to the place. Her fear grew by the minute.

She didn't approve of his robbery, didn't approve of his secret, didn't approve of what he was doing. And yet her own job was not enough with his to pay any bills.

It was necessary, and although he was so fragile when you broke him, he sacrificed himself for her. ,,I'll-I'll take any job for you," he had once said as he gently pulled her into his arms.

His blue eyes showed truth and yet she saw the fear that he knew was dangerous. Saw that he was full of fear of the world, he would stay with her and would prefer to stay in her arms.

Ever since they had met, she had given him a bowl of soup at the food bank, something like dependency had developed between them. She was his anchor, his everything. And he would do anything for her so as not to lose her, but he would do just as much for his addiction.

She had seen it at first, the twitching, the nervousness, his diminished eye contact. But the worst was when she found him in her bathroom with the needle next to him, the oozing blood flowing from his arm and the tear-stained look on his face.

She didn't feel disgust or revulsion, she felt devotion. She called him angel from then on. Since then he was the image of a broken angel. The black hair, the bright blue eyes, the self-harm in the form of addiction.

He was so fragile that she believed that if she left him he would kill himself, that he saw no point in giving up, that he was so scarred by life. And yet she let him do his business, relying on his colleagues to make sure everything went well. Until now.

Now she raced through the streets in her car towards the building, knowing that all she had to do was open the door and get out, but she didn't know what she would find. 

Please just be complete,she pleaded inwardly, thinking back to that evening. As she slowly knelt down to him, she picked up the needle and looked at it.

Saw the drop of the drug, saw how the heroin had to go through his body. ,,I'm...so-sorry," she had heard him murmur as he opened his eyes, saw him looking at her and felt her heart beat faster.

She knew it was wrong that she wasn't disgusted and angry. But she wasn't angry like she should be, her anger came from the worry that he would die one day.

But before she let this coldness of punishment out on him or even let it get to him, she felt his cold, slightly trembling hand on hers. How he tried powerlessly to move up slightly to get closer to her. ,,You're just so... helpless," she replied, making it sound like a statement she was right to make.

He didn't speak back, just nodded silently and cuddled her almost pleadingly in her arms. He knew that she would always take him in and catch him. That she wouldn't leave him, wouldn't hit him, wouldn't be brutal like his father.

She was almost like a mother and was only too willing to blur this reality. ,,My helpless Gage, you'll never do it for me again, will you?" she asked, putting her arms around him. She could feel him looking at her, taking his head off her shoulder and moving closer to her.

He wanted to kiss her but she used her hand to gently grip his jaw. ,,I promise, I'm sorry...Mommy," he said, tears gathering in his blue eyes before she released him and he gave her a sloppy kiss before he fell limply back into her arms.

And all this while the little trickle of blood ran from his arm. The first time he had called her that she had accepted that he needed it.

She would not let him fall apart in this world. That was the first time she had ever seen him so ready. And now? ,,How do I find you now?" she asked into the car when she finally arrived at the building.

Getting out of the car and trying to find an entrance, the situation soon revealed itself, a dead getaway driver, Gage's colleagues suspiciously quiet, the sound of a dog barking what almost seemed like a farewell and then she saw him. ,,Gage! You're alive!" she shouted when she saw the black-haired man who seemed to be hiding behind the two older men.

,,Hello dear," he mumbled and lowered his gaze, not wanting her to see him like this, but the blood that had flowed from his nose was already dripping and he couldn't get rid of it without water. Besides, the pain and the smell of metal distracted him from the addiction that was raging inside him.

,,Your nose is bleeding," she realized with fear and carefully grasped his face, looking left and right to see if he still had anything. Every further bruise and every scratch and scrape made her heart ache even more.

,,It's...nothing," he said, mumbling, knowing that the other two wanted to go home, away from this place, that his friend was the thing that separated them from freedom. He gently took her hand, it was cold, and she saw his smile, saw through it, knew he was suffering.

The sigh that left her lips made him slightly sincere. Wordlessly, she squeezed his hand and gave him a look that could best be interpreted as one of concern before she opened the car and they all got in.

The engine started and they drove away from this terrible place. It was quiet between the four of them, no one said anything, no one dared or wanted to.

They had all experienced too much to want to dwell on it. She saw in the rear-view mirror that the two older ones were looking out of the window, their thoughts still completely elsewhere.

If he had died, I would have blamed you, she thought, her hands tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. His colleagues were the reason why he was now almost slumped over in the passenger seat.

His hands folded on his lap, she saw him trying to rub off the excess skin on the sides. The blood was still on him and he just looked completely wiped out. ,,It's going to be okay," she said softly and put her hand on his thigh for a moment. She felt him flinch and his gaze went to her.

The broken angel. She saw again the angel she loved and cared for. ,,It will be," he replied almost appathetically and squeezed her hand lightly, a touch that could almost have been an illusion. But she had felt it, she was there. He was with her again.

The car journey, which dragged on for a few minutes, only ended when the two of them were no longer in the car. The colleagues had been gone for a long time and they had closed the front door of the apartment behind them.

When she heard his almost vulnerable sounds as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. She saw him getting more and more lost and as the front door closed, tears flowed down his cheeks. ,,Gage...it's okay, I'm here...it's over," she said instantly and put the front door key aside, taking him by the hand, hearing him try to say something but it came out slurred under his crying.

She pulled him behind her on the way to the bathroom, the white streams in contrast to his blood and the blue of his eyes standing out against the dark charcoal black hair.

,,Don't...don't go," he said clearly, holding her firmly by the wrist as she sat him on the edge of the bath. He seemed completely out of it, distraught, traumatized, and partly because of the drugs, at least that much she guessed.

Leaning down to him, she gently stroked his dark hair and heard his suppressed whimper as his blue eyes turned to her. ,,I'm not going Mommy is just getting a towel okay?" she asked knowing it wasn't really a question. Gage knew inside himself that she was the one in control.

But he should still give his understanding to his inner self. Because a dangerous angel on earth could break at any time. Her gaze met his and her eyes detached themselves from the blood.

Showing him that she wasn't lying, she felt his grip tighten for a moment, he didn't want to be without her. Before he nodded slightly and gave a soft, ,,Okay ma'm" before letting go of her, his hand landed powerlessly on his leg and he remained sitting on the edge of the tub.

She calmly moved away from him, knowing that nothing would happen, and walked with unerring steps into the kitchen to fetch a towel and return as promised.

Saw how he exhaled shakily with relief when he saw her again, that she hadn't left him, that he wasn't just imagining her through the heroin. ,,Don't be alarmed, I'll wipe the blood off. Everything will be all right again in a minute," she said gently and gave him a small, warm smile.

She knew that he needed her, that she was everything to him, that her angel was everything to her. She took the cloth and held it under lukewarm water before she carefully began to dab away the blood and then rub it.

What at first only led to a wince became a plea and whimper after she rubbed it. ,,Shhh I know I know," she said slightly warningly, feeling his hands on her side as he held on almost convulsively, seemingly unable to bear the pain.

She knew exactly what pain. ,,I just need you - I need you," he stammered, she knew what he meant and, above all, what he wanted.

By the time she had wiped the rest of the blood from his chin and cheek, there was hardly anything left of the injuries. He pulled her close and leaned his head against her stomach, hugging her, wanting to be closer to her.

She put her hand on his head as she did every time, stroking his black hair and holding him. ,,I know...I know Gage and you can do it too...but no drug...for today," she replied slowly, feeling him almost flinch as if she had hit him. But they both knew what it meant for the black-haired man.

More hours, another day without his drug. She knew he was screaming and raging inside that he needed it and yet he was so pathetically handsome to look at.

She placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lay his head against it, snuggling against her before he rose, powerless and surrendered. His hand was entwined with hers and he slowly led her into the bedroom.

The big bed they shared had seen better days, but that wasn't the point. What was between them was something completely different.

She saw him sit down on the bed, almost about to fall asleep, he didn't seem to know what he wanted to do for a moment. ,,Wait, let me help...everything will be better in a minute," she said and squeezed his hand before letting go of his.

She went to the window and drew the curtains, closed the door and undressed slightly. Folding her jeans and putting them aside, she had long since taken off her shoes and removed her top.

When she saw his gaze go to her, he almost seemed to be asking permission to look at her body. ",,The night is all yours," she murmured and opened her bra before it fell to the floor and she took her large T-shirt.

Hiding her body underneath, the shirt went up to her thighs. She saw him scrambling over to her as she lay down on her side of the bed.

Leaned against the pillow and opened her arms to him. ,,That's it," she said and Gage lay down between her legs. His upper body leaned against hers, his head on her shoulder, his hands on her legs.

She felt his tension, felt the slight trembling as his fingers traced small circles on her thighs again and again. ,,I-I'm not getting anything, am I?" he asked, she knew he was looking at her through the built-in mirror in the closet door. She saw his blue eyes closely. She slowly let her hands go of his hair.

What had started as a light stroke became a distraction. ,,No, you got me Gage...that'll have to do for today," she admonished him but didn't raise her voice, letting her hand wander over his neck.

She could feel the rapid pulse underneath and wanted to make it clear to him that he should pull himself together. That she would give him something.

But his protesting whimper was little resistance. Instead, she felt his fingers lightly draw the small circles further up to her center. ,,I know what you want, my angel," she murmured and let her hand wander down over his top.

Went under his shirt and felt the soft, cold skin of his upper body. Heard him exhale shakily as he pressed against her, he knew what she was getting at.

She lightly scratched his cold skin the lack of pain wasn't enough he wanted more instead the red strands were burning him. ,,Please-Please...I need you," he murmured, his gaze going to hers and she gave a knowing grin.

,,I know, my angel," she replied and gave him a soft kiss on his black head of hair before running her fingers over the waistband of his trousers. She felt his tension move around the silver button, wanting to finally be distracted with something else.

If it wasn't lust for addiction then it was always lust for love. For her. She slowly saw the bulge forming in his pants as she stroked the heavy fabric of his jeans.

The coldness that always seemed to emanate from him slowly mingled with the warmth of devotion. ,,Please-please Mommy," he murmured, pushing his hip against her hand, trying to get more of the feeling.

,,You were so strong today...I want you to have it all," she whispered and undid the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper and seeing his cheeks turn pink at the sound. Before she stroked his hardness, she saw the clear bulge in his shorts.

She gave him another kiss on the head before she closed her fingers around his hardness and made a few strokes over the hardness of his pants, the fabric teasing him and asking him to give her everything.

,,Let me hear you," she reminded him and took care of him again. The room filled with his lustful noises, the use of heroin long gone.

But his search for her was something he needed even more than his drug. She only needed one thing. Her broken angel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

@icarus-star , @romanroyapoligist , @kristennero-wallacewellsver , @spookyorchid , @roryculkinsgf

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Gage x f!reader •°• There's benefits to being overboss -SMUT-

Title: There's benefits to being overboss

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, p in v, oral(female receiving), against glass window and I wouldn't trust the windows at fizztop for shit, voyeurism but not really focussed on

Wordcount: 1900

a/n: Gage has never done a thing wrong in his life, I love him.

***

One could say this life was volatile, violent, that one has to accept it and move on. But things were different here, the taste of blood in your mouth, the ache of at least one bruise on your body, lust in your veins, whether that be of the blood kind or another. It was primal, largely self serving, it brought together a base instinct that had been buried.

It was a different kind of gratitude to be shown this different way, to fight with blood and sweat and come out on top despite the odds or maybe it was something else, or rather someone else. Or maybe it was all one and the same.

A different kind of passion burned at the core of you now, a violent essence that was hard to satisfy and even harder to put into words. You knew what you needed and world be damned if it stood in your way, a new ideal that is hard to compare to the person that walked into Nuka world that first time, even harder to the person who got out of that vault.

You were jogged from your thoughts by a hand wrapping around your middle, chest pressed to your back firmly. You did not react beyond the slight tilt of your head in his direction and then back at the scenery in front of you as you stood in front of a window at Fizztop Grille. This was yours, there was no connection to the past and who you had been, a life you had never imagined paired with a body that somehow knew yours too well.

His head pressed against your shoulder as his lips ghosted over the skin at the side of your neck, soft for a time, perhaps it was his way of asking your permission. Reasoning hardly mattered given the circumstances.

Your shoulders relaxed a bit under his movement, surrendering to him and the moment. A pounding in your chest when he finally barred his teeth, scratching against the skin as he held you tighter against his chest.

"You're a real stunner, you know that." His breath washed over your skin, far from the first time he had made the comment but still something in the way he says it brings a warmth to your chest.

You turn around in his grip, facing the man. He had foregone most of his usual attire that kept him protected giving the idea that he came for a reason and it wasn't to talk.

You pressed your lips to his, a sloppy display as your hand came to rest against his cheek, his hands coming to rest against the curve of your ass. He was patient for the most part, one could probably also describe it as thoughtful in the way he handled you, a hidden softness between teeth and tongue.

"Gage." Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, need growing within your chest at the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin.

"Yes, boss." His response came, ever innocent in its tone, wanting you to say it despite knowing what you wanted, despite having came here for a similar reason.

"Don't make me beg."

"But I so enjoy when you do." He responded, smirk on his lips as he regarded you. ",boss." He pressed a chest kiss to your lips as he pushed you backwards by the grip he had on your hips until your back pressed against the glass. "So ask me nicely and you'll get your treat."

Despite the myriad of ways you could get him to do what you wanted without giving into his demands, you relented, hands pressing against his chest as he in turn pressed into you. "Gage.." you said softly as you looked up at him. "I need you to fuck me... but perhaps.." your voice taking a slight sharper edge when your hand slipped down his chest and ran over the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you have something better to do than me."

Gage pressed his hand against the glass beside your head and took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily as he furrowed his brows, a little thing that can play so many parts in such a short timeframe, playing with fire at every turn and always coming out on top. He had his doubts when you became overboss, even some time after but in the moment he was so thankful for it. You were a wildfire and he would crave the burn to the end of his days but there was something to say about the emotion you create within him, a certain turmoil that had more than once brought him to his knees, sometimes more literal than others, today would be one of those times.

He huffed a laugh when he opened his eyes. "I would never leave you hanging, boss." He punctuated with a firm tug of your pants as his fingers slipped beyond the waistband. "In fact, I think I should fuck you against this glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

Your lips parted at the suggestion, eyes clicking towards the glass for a moment and the consequence of it. Some poor souls watching as Gage entered you, made you scream, a perfect image to the cries they would normally be privy to. There was something quite alluring about the thought that you hadn't toyed with before, something about marking territory and being put on display.

The thought was somewhat interrupted when his finger slipped through your folds and pushed into your cunt, a sudden flow of pleasure in your veins that was simultaneously a lot and not enough. He watched your body react to his touch, your hand clenching over the wrist beside your head as you leaned back against the window.

He pressed his lips firmly to yours when he added a second finger, jagged thrusts given the limitation of your clothes but what he lacked in movement, he made up for with his tongue when it slipped into your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hips rocked into his hand, frustration on your tongue which he no doubt tasted as he removed his hand, earning a slight whine from your lips.

"I need to taste you." His voice lingered in the air as he shifted to his knees, making quick work of dragging your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs with practiced precision until you stepped out of them. He licked his lips as he looked up at you, glimmer in his eyes as his hands wrapped around your hips and licked a stripe through your folds. "So good." He commented, hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting so it rested over his shoulder so he'd have more space to play.

Your hand splayed on the diner table for more stability as he pressed you to the glass, tongue diving into your cunt like a starved man, nose rubbing against your clit every so often. You moaned for him to never stop, hand running over his head and digging into the hair that wasn't a good length to pull at but you made an effort anyway, hips bucking to feel deeper, more.

When he added his fingers to the mix, you were done for. You cried out his name when you clenched around him, legs shaking through the intensity as he tried his best to keep you from tipping over with the grip he had on your hips. He lead you through it, pumping into you as your hips jerked forward until you whined and he removed his fingers from your cunt and reluctantly his lips and got back to his feet.

"That's a good girl." He muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft, considerate even. You didn't much care for it in the moment as you pawed against his chest, pathetically pulling against his shirt until he pulled it over his head. Still, it wasn't enough as you reached for his pants, getting it below his hips with a few jagged pulls.

You instantly took him in your hand, pumping slowly as you guided him towards your cunt. His hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it above his hip as he pressed into your warmth, the tight warmth of you spreading across his limbs and he focussed to not just fuck into you immediately. He was capable of many horrendous things but hurting you isn't something he'd like to add to his list of sins.

He stilled when his hips was pressed against yours, fingers digging into your thigh as his head rested against your neck, tongue running over the skin and periodically nipping at the skin as you grew accustomed.

"Gage.." you whispered as your hips rocked into him, needing him to move and fuck you like you asked. Your action was rewarded with a groan, teeth digging into your skin.

He lifted his head, regarding you as his hips snapped with a shallow thrust and watching your expression contort as the feeling spread throughout your body. He liked this moment, your pliable nature after your first, when your eyes were glossed over and body sensitive to his touch, when you knew nothing but him and clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered, only thing solid and the only thing that could make you feel this good.

He thrust shallowly, moving deeper and rougher as time passed, hands digging into your flesh as you took it but something was missing, he decided, letting go of your thigh in favour of dragging your shirt over your head, albeit sloppily. Then your bra, briefly cupping your breast and enjoying the new view as his thrust slowed and then stopped as he pulled out. He turned you around and pressed back into your warm cunt.

Your head was spinning as your cheek pressed to the glass, his name falling from your lips along with some other choice words.

His hand ghosted up your skin until it rested against your throat, pulling your body to his as he pressed his lips to your ear.

"Won't you just look at that." His voice beckoned in your ear, eyes fluttering open as he held you to regard the world beyond the window. "All of it, thanks to you. All the eye can see. Ours. " His lips pressed to the side of your neck. "So good to me."

His hand cupped your breast, squeezing as his hips snapped into yours, cock splitting you open over and over as his words penetrated through you, barely registering but still holding onto the tone of his voice like a lifeline.

All too soon, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body, crying out his name as you clenched around his cock, legs shaking when he didn't let up. He still thrusted into your cunt, searching for his own release even through the sudden tightness of your walls until he came inside of you, filling you with his seed.

You breathed heavy, hand wrapped around his as his grip on you loosened some, needing to feel him around you, feel the indentation of his touch on you. A need to be close after coming down, something he never really rejected to your surprise.

He slowly pulled out of you, pulling you with him as he got into the bed you shared, falling into his arms and laying on his chest as his warmth surrounded you, the beat of his normalizing heart thumping against your ear as you closed your eyes. There were many benefits to being an overboss and Gage just so happens to be one of them.

[rzyraffek]

I got infected with Gage brainrot and I have only hearcanons with him in my head right now so prepare. Today's idea is Sole with no social skills. Requests open

Gage with Sole who has no social skills

Sole is a great fighter, really they are awesome, but as quickly as they find out that they have to talk to somone they turn into weak beans. Like face-to-face conflicts always end up with Sole just freezing and Gage has to do all talking for them

"Yo Boss, Mason is looking for you he wants you to do something" ":(( noooo he's too scary" "dude is litteraly ginger what the fuck you mean too scary"

I can imagine Sole agreeing to anything just to avoid conflicts. Like ANYTHING, and ofc gangs will use it against them, like: "yoyo boss you know i need LITTLE tiny favour-" "YESYESYESYES SURE BAI" "lets go😎"

Then Gage has to intervine, boss pls do not do any deals without him cuz you gonna end up dead someday

Yea Gage tries to be all good and a bit helpful now but oh boi at the start? He did not get it at all, okay they might be stressed due to all those raiders surrendering them, but why Sole stuttered so much??? Why do they avoid talking and any eye contact?? He had no clue he spooked them so much haha... well wait till he finds out that its not being spoked but nervous

I can imagine Sole just mentally preparing to talk to somone just pacing around the room making up whole conversation in their head and Gage just sitting in background judging them HARDLY "and fuck ya doing Boss?" "AA ah I'm preparing to talk to Nisha, I helped her kill one dude and now I have to let her know that the job is eone" "Geez Boss she will be pleased, you did it well" " :(( but what if-" "Boss i swear its 11pm go to sleep"

Oh how akward it was between Gage and Sole at start, Gage tagged along with Sole to make sure they don't run away to help them clear parks! And for first few days of travel there was no small talk, no conversation, nothing. At start Gage thought they were still altered and spooked, then he though that maybe they are partially mute and just don't speak or something. Untill one of them couldn't stand the akward vibe and just stared small talk with some question or comment about environment like: "ee Gage? Why did Colter want this place anyways? It stinks" (Sole almost died while speaking first btw)

After Sole vented to him about their issue he tried to understand and help them with stress by talking to people for them, to be honest he kinda likes that cuz since he's the one speaking he can change their words a bit so they appeal to raiders more

Overall 7/10 Gage is approved 🤠👍

[fallrimxreader]

24 for the Christmas dialogue (technically new year I think) for Gage? 🥺 grumpy raider kisses are my weakness

24: “Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.”

*Reader is gender neutral*

GagexReader

Another year down. Was this new one going to be any different? Or just more of the same, just trying to survive? (Y/N) only had one wish for this year, and they were going to make it happen themselves.

(Y/N) and Gage had decided to visit diamond city. Gage wasn’t too keen on the idea, not liking the city or its people much. But (Y/N) wanted to visit, so Gage relented. The reason for a visit was Diamond City was one of the few cities that did fireworks. They make it work with their giant walls, even if feral ghouls are attracted by the bangs, they can’t get in. The pair wandered around looking for the best view.

Passing through the people, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the couples, all clinging to each other ready to start the new year together. (Y/N) longed for what they had. It was nice to have Gage around, he was a good companion, but (Y/N) wanted something deeper. A closer connection. Their feelings for Gage had started a long time ago, but they could never find the right time to tell him. (Y/N) glanced at Gage, he was looking unenthused and quite uncomfortable around all the people. It was probably a good idea to go somewhere more secluded.

“You know about the new year’s tradition, right? To, uh, kiss someone at midnight.” (Y/N) asked sheepishly. They had a plan in mind, and wanted to make sure it would fall into place.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Oh, I was just curious. Since I see all these people waiting for the countdown. Anyway, let’s go up higher for a better view.” Silence fell as the two walked.

(Y/N) headed up to the empty seat stands, Gage happily following behind. (Y/N) wanted to ask Gage about potentially being in a relationship, but just couldn’t think of the right words to ask. Then a couple of days before, a bright idea came to them, wait until New Year then they could kiss him and tell him that way. It could be the perfect way to make things happen.

(Y/N) looked at Gage, his handsome face glistened in the lights of Diamond city. (Y/N)’s stomach filled with butterflies, and the words suddenly got caught in their mouth. It was a lot easier to ask in their head. But they had to just force it out, if not now then when?

“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” (Y/N) laughed nervously, looking at the floor. Gage looked at them, eyeing them up and down. He gave a small amused grunt.

“Ask me properly and I might consider it.” Gage crossed his arms, staring at them. (Y/N) quickly straightened themselves out, his words giving them a boost of confidence. Looking directly into Gage's eyes, they took a deep breath, then spoke again.

“Will you kiss me at midnight?” They asked, face bright red. Gage paused for a few seconds, smirking as (Y/N) began to shift uncomfortably in the silence.

“Maybe.” He responded. One word, yet it felt like a dagger to the heart. (Y/N) deflated, and turned away from the man. Instead, they looked out and waited for the fireworks.

It was a few seconds left until midnight, (Y/N) looked out at the sky with disappointment on their face. Gage watched and waited until he knew they wouldn’t suspect a thing. Then as the countdown concluded Gage placed a hand gently to their cheek, pulling their face to look at him. As the first firework went off, he leant forward capturing (Y/N)’s soft lips with his own. The kiss was short but sweet, and left their lips tingling for more. He pulled back and smirked, admiring the startled red face staring back at him.

“Well, I considered it, and there ya go.” Gage yelled over the fireworks.

“That doesn’t count.” (Y/N) immediately retorted.

“Why not?”

“Because I wasn’t expecting it. It only counts if I know it’s going to happen.” Gage scoffed then laughed. He then put both his hands on their cheeks, pulling them in for another longer kiss.

Their lips melded together perfectly, like they were meant for each other. (Y/N) grabbed his armor, pulling his body against theirs, but was careful not to part the kiss. Gage’s hand moved into (Y/N)’s hair, resting on the back of their head. Gage gently brushed his tongue against (Y/N)’s lower lip, which parted instantly, gladly allowing him entrance. Their tongues moved together in a needy dance. The kiss getting deeper and more passionate until finally they had to part for air. Gage was the first to pull away, giving a small kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek before fully retracting.

“Better?” He asked.

“Much.” (Y/N) replied breathlessly. “You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Me too boss.”

“Well then, let’s not stop there.”

They leant back in, lips meeting again for a session of long overdue kisses. Whenever they would pull away for air Gage would kiss all over (Y/N)’s face. Making them hum in satisfaction. The fireworks were now long forgotten, the sound just a distant background noise. All they could focus on was each other.

[supercap2319]

Y/N Riley, younger brother of pop star, Skype Riley, moans as Lewis Fregoli was buried between his legs. "Oh, fuck. imagine the press finding out Skype Riley's brother getting eaten out by a drug dealer."

"Would be so hot." Lewis said.

"Yeah, it would. Maybe you should send the press a dick in ass pic." Y/N moans.

Lewis chuckles, his hands moving faster between Y/N's legs. "I might just do that. Fuck, you're so tight. I bet Skype would love to see her little brother getting his ass fucked by a drug dealer." He says, his voice muffled by Y/N's ass.

"Fuck, yes!" Y/N moans.

[blackmoonowl]

Separation anxiety

Fallout 4 companions really not liking being away from you, their partner - headcanons.

Slight triggers warnings for death and suicidal ideations.

A/n: Life isn't doki doki rn chat.

Cait:

❤︎ Cait doesn't like other people all that much. There's also not a whole lot of people like her, especially due to her selfish and often rude personality.

❤︎ At first she becomes angry with you. She doesn't understand why the hell you're leaving her behind. Did she finally upset you? Did her attitude push you away? Cait wants answers.

❤︎ Not above demanding to go with you. She finally has someone that cares about her, a decent life. She'll be hard to deal with the entire time

❤︎ Cait spirals back into some bad habits in your absence, even when she tries not to. She spends a lot of time at bars, drinking away her sorrows and worries.

❤︎ Generally becomes a big pain to deal with to other people. She snaps a whole lot more and becomes more anxious and irritated. She's stuck between being angry with you and missing you.

❤︎ Has no idea how to act when you come back. On one hand she wants to give you a smack upside the head and yell at you, on the oher she wants to just sink into your arms and not let go again.

Curie:

❤︎ Curie doesn't understand what she's feeling fully, but she absolutely hates it. It feels like a bucket of ice cold water has been poured directly over her synthetic heart.

❤︎ Handles a bit more mature than the other companions on this list. She keeps a cool head, but she's still grappling with the newfound emotions brought into the situation.

❤︎ Curie doesn't really think to argue, but pleads for you to reconsider. When she realizes it's futile, she just tries to prepare you for your trip. She packs you stimpaks, purified water and anything else she can find.

❤︎ Takes your absence hard. She finds herself near tears for the first time in her life. Nothing is comforting, she can't focus on her work for more than a minute before thoughts of you creep in again.

❤︎ Finds herself among the items you left behind. If you have a home in a settlement, she'll spend practically all her time there, moving all her research there.

❤︎ Frantically checks you for any injuries as soon as you step foot through the door. After all your wounds have been treated, and you settled in, she finally calms down.

Danse:

❤︎ Danse had everything stripped away from him. Even though he won't fully admit it, in his eyes you're his sole reason for existing, his purpose. He has gotten so used to being there with and for you that he can't imagine it otherwise.

❤︎ So when you tell him you have to part ways, he feels his heart sink. He was a Brotherhood Paladin, he thought he was above the feeling of insecurity that washes over him. He wonders if you changed your mind about keeping a synth around, not that he'd blame you.

❤︎ He won't fight you on it, even if he wants to. Instead putting on a brave face and wishing you good luck. He'll part with a tight hug, pleading for you to be safe, that he can't handle losing you.

❤︎ Nervous wreck the entire time. Part of him wishes he had just gone with you regardless. He keeps to himself most of the time, not really socializing and staying near your home.

❤︎ Goes through his entire training to try and keep his cool. He's never felt this kind of unrest in his life. He'll occupy himself by repairing his power armor over and over again, as well as physical exercise.

❤︎ The decorum goes somewhat out the window when you come back. Danse takes you into his arms, taking a moment to feel the comfort of your body against his again. Next time, he's coming with.

Deacon:

❤︎ Deacon's responses are cryptic and suspicious from the start. He doesn't fight you going, taking the hint when you say you have to go alone, but that's not the end of it.

❤︎ Deacon knows this game, having vanished on people, including you for the safety of everyone involved. Railroad work is rough, and the last thing he wants is to compromise your safety.

❤︎ That doesn't mean he's going to sit by idly, though. He's well aware he can't follow you himself. He's way too closely connected with you, and you'll definitely notice if he follows you. You know him too well for him to be able to pull that off.

❤︎ So he connects with every tourist and Railroad agent he can find. Preferably the ones you don't know as well. Every single move is tracked so he knows where you're at, ready to step in should the need arise.

❤︎ Deacon's behavior around other shifts only slightly. He'll keep up his usual appearances and antics, but he does seem a little more distracted than usual.

❤︎ Waiting on you when you come back. He casually welcomes you back with a hug and kiss, saying he knew that you'd make it home safe. But as soon as you turn your back on him, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Gage:

❤︎ Gage almost gets annoyed with how the news of you leaving upsets him. He tries to reason it's because you're the overboss, and the place would fall apart without you to lead it. But he can't deny the dull sense of panic welling up in him.

❤︎ This raider doesn't go without a fight. He'll become angry. He's your right hand man, he's supposed to stick by your side. He has no idea why he's acting like this. Last thing he wants is to put himself in needless danger. But he can't stand the thought of you walking out into the wasteland alone.

❤︎ Tries to come up with any rational conclusion he can find. He wonders if you are planning to turn your back on him and the raider gangs, he certainly feels betrayed by you leaving him behind. You'll have to firmly remind him that you're still the boss of him before he even considers backing down. Though that doesn't mean he appreciates you holding rank above his head.

❤︎ Struggles keeping the raider gangs together in your absence. At any given moment he feels like there's going to be a revolt, leading to his own death. Part of him resents you from putting him in this position.

❤︎ At his lowest point, he found himself sitting on your side of the bed, stroking his fingers over an article of your clothing. When he fully realized what he was doing, he tossed it aside, trying to convince himself you haven't affected him.

❤︎ When you come back, he keeps his feelings to himself as you deal with the leaders of the other raider gangs. But as soon as the two of you are alone. He gives you a scolding for leaving him behind, with you in the comforts of his arm.

Hancock:

❤︎ Hancock is the last person who wants to curb your freedom, but he's also keenly aware of the danger you're putting yourself in. You've made quite a name for yourself in the Commonwealth, and as his partner, you have an even bigger target on your back.

❤︎ He asks you what's going on. If you're in trouble with some gang he can find a way to make them either back off or disappear entirely. Goodneighbor can survive without him, he's not so sure about you, though.

❤︎ He'll get frustrated if you don't give him a straight answer as to whats going on, and you're better off just telling him how you feel. Just tell him exactly where you're going and what you're going to do, just so he knows where to find you.

❤︎ Reluctantly lets you go. He swears to himself that if you're not back at a certain time, he's going out himself to come looking for you and bring you home.

❤︎ Finds a lot of comfort in chems, obviously. He finds being sober rather unpleasant when he doesn't know where you are and if you're even alive, mentally beating himself up for letting you.

❤︎ Probably high as hell when you come back. He's not lucid enough to fully grasp that you're home alive. When he wakes up that night he immediately reaches out for you, praying your return wasn't a drug infused hallucination of what he wanted.

MacCready:

❤︎ MacCready lost someone he dearly loved, he can't bear the thought of it happening again. The mere idea of you going off without him there protect you, makes him sick to his stomach.

❤︎ Argues at first. He is angry, he wants to stay by your side. What's so important that you had to leave him behind? His voices raises and his voice begins to crack.

❤︎ Then begins the bargaining. He knows he can't force you, but dammit he needs you. He wouldn't be able to take it if he lost you as well. so just let him go with you just in case. You hired him to watch your back for crying out loud, why are you being so goddamn stubborn?

❤︎ Actually fighting to keep himself together in your absence. He drinks, smokes and tries whatever he can to calm himself down. He thinks of every horrible way you could die without him there to save you, and it kills him. He failed to protect his wife, and he can't stand not being able to protect you too.

❤︎ Just like Cait he is irritable and unsociable. He snaps at people, his attitude is even worse than usual. MacCready has absolutely zero patience and he feels he's gonna lose it at any given moment. Keeps to himself as much as he can. He's neck deep in denial with how much he lays awake at night, instinctively reaching out for you, only to realize you're not there.

❤︎ As soon as he sees you walking back to him, he's on you within seconds. His arms wrapped around you as he fights back a few tears of relief. He'll let his hands roam all over your body, letting the reality sink in that you're back safe. Just so you know, you're not going anywhere for the next few hours.

Nick Valentine:

❤︎ Thinks you've utterly lost your mind. Going out into the Commonwealth alone is something only people with a death wish do. Or those too confident in their abilities.

❤︎ Given his nature as a detective, he tries to get to the root of your decision. He'd rather be there to watch your back in case something happens. After all through his detective work he has seen the absolute worst of the wasteland.

❤︎ Part of him wonders if you're concerned about him breaking down. It doesn't really matter to him, he would rather lose a limb or two than lose you.

❤︎ Just like Hancock he wants to know exactly where you are going, why and who you might be with. It helps him calculate the dangers. Worst case scenario, he'll know exactly where to start looking if you go missing.

❤︎ Takes on more cases to distract himself, convincing himself you're smart enough not to take stupid risks. Though his deduction skills are greatly reduced as he is occupied with worry for you.

❤︎ Stands at the entrance to Diamond city when you come back. Turns out he stands out by the gate every evening to see if you come back. He'll welcome you with a kiss to the forehead, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.

Piper:

❤︎ Part of Piper feels annoyed that you're leaving her out of your adventures. She doesn't need to be protected, she can handle herself just fine.

❤︎ Like Nick Valentine, she wants to find out exactly what's going on. Nothing should warrant you leaving her in the dark, or behind for that matter.

❤︎ Doesn't willingly let you go, but doesn't actively prevent you from going. She is worried to death that something will happen to you. That you'll get taken out by raiders, super mutants or god forbid the Institute. Hell, she thought a synth might have replaced you. The real you would never leave her behind!

❤︎ As soon as you're gone, just like Deacon, she begins to dig. She tries getting Nick to help her out with tracking you. She'll be two steps behind you if she can. And if she can't follow you, she'll try getting informants.

❤︎ She feels bad about stalking your moves, but she needs to know why you left her at home. And if you're safe. She can't help how nosy she is. If you bit the big one she'd never recover.

❤︎ Once she hears you're on your way back, she makes you promise to never ditch her again. She also wouldn't complain if you bought her a drink as compensation.

Preston:

❤︎ You aren't just Preston's partner, you're his hero. You're the general of the minuteman, you brought his whole reason to live back. He truly sees you as a knight in shining armor.

❤︎ Last thing he wants is for you to end up like General Becker. For the minuteman to end up like they did after he died. Last thing he wants is to lose the person who was always there for him, his closest friend and his partner.

❤︎ As your loyal right hand man, he respects you greatly, and he doesn't want to fight you on this, even as he feels his heart go numb with fear.

❤︎ The minutemen heavily relies on you, he relies on you. He can't handle it if his world comes crashing down on him a second time, if he had to lose everything he thought for, and the person he loved more than anything.

❤︎ Tries his damned best to make you proud by keeping things going. He has some minutemen keep their ears open and report back any news on you. Keeping everything you fought together to build running brings him a bit of comfort.

❤︎ Actually sheds a tear or two when you come home safe, clutching you to his body as he buries his face in your hair. It feels like he can breathe again, and he takes an evening off so you two can spend time together.

X6-88:

❤︎ X6-88 doesn't fully understand why you wouldn't want the help of him, an Institute courser. Surely it would be a lot safer and easier if you just took him with him.

❤︎ He takes the order without a fight, just with a few questions as two why he can't join you, and when you'll be back. He makes you agree that if you haven't returned on the agreed date and location, he'd come looking for you himself.

❤︎ The synth isn't good with emotions, greatly lacking most of them. The dull sting in his chest isn't something he thinks deeply about. Instead he pushes the physical discomfort away and continues his duties as usual.

❤︎ He finds himself checking the approaching date of your scheduled return over and over again, calculating the time you had left before he would assume something had happened.

❤︎ When more than a couple minutes ticked past your supposed return, he was more than ready to start a full on search for you through the Commonwealth.

❤︎ Told you not to keep him waiting as soon as you returned. Outwardly he looked just the same, but he wondered why that ache in his chest had stopped.

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Obsessive Cleaning (FO4 Preference)

Fandom: Fallout 4 Request: x x Pairings: Danse x Reader, Hancock x Reader, MacCready x Reader, Nick x Reader, Preston x Reader.

Notes:

I included Nick because he should be romanceable.

Idk if manic cleaning is the correct term for this so I didn't use it because I didn't want to be offensive.

Zero uses of Y/N or Sole so you can decide if Reader is Sole or not.

Trigger Warning: Reader obsessively cleaning and neglecting their own needs.

Danse:

Danse wakes up to an empty bed and immediately heads out to find you. He discovers you engrossed in your task of cleaning and making repairs to Sanctuary, impressed by your attention to detail.

He joins in to help, using his military training to streamline the process and increase efficiency.

Danse appreciates your dedication to improving your surroundings and sees it as a reflection of your strong work ethic.

After a bit when he notices that you're showing no signs of slowing or even taking a a break, that's when Danse would intervene. He'd make sure you're okay and encourage you to at least stop long enough for food and water.

"Alright, soldier, you're no good to anyone passed out from hunger. Let's just sit over here and take a brief respite."

Hancock:

Hancock wakes up and immediately notices your absence. He follows the sounds of cleaning to find you fully immersed in your task, determined to make Sanctuary perfect.

He admires your dedication but worries that you're neglecting your own well-being.

Hancock encourages you to take breaks and assures you that Sanctuary already looks great.

He'd even join in once he realizes that you're probably not going to stop until you believe Sanctuary is as good as it's going to get. And he'd do his best to keep the mood light.

"Damn, sweetheart, you keep at it like this you'll make the rest of us look like a bunch of do-nothings. How about we take a quick...nap?"

MacCready:

When MacCready wakes to find you missing and sets out to locate you. He discovers you hard at work, fixing and cleaning various areas of Sanctuary with a determined expression.

He's impressed by your dedication but also concerned that you're pushing yourself too hard.

He offers to help and tries to convince you to take breaks, knowing how important it is to avoid burnout.

He admires your commitment to making Sanctuary a better place and supports you throughout the process, ensuring you take breaks and stay hydrated.

"Sweetie, you need rest...and breakfast. I promise this rubble will still be here in a couple of hours."

Nick Valentine:

Being a synth, Nick doesn't need sleep. He was, however, going over some information on a case he was working when he noticed faint noises. He decided to investigate and found you diligently working around Sanctuary.

He's intrigued by your hyperfocus and deduces that you won't stop until you're satisfied with the results.

Nick offers his assistance, impressed by the progress you've already made. You were cleaning up trash and rubble, recycling anything that could be repurposed.

He keeps an eye on your well-being, reminding you to take breaks as you work together to improve

"You're definitely impressive but unlike me you do need food and sleep. How about you take a break and while I finish up?"

Preston Garvey:

Preston wakes up in the middle of the night and notices your absence. Concerned, he sets out to find you and is surprised to discover you tirelessly cleaning and fixing things in Sanctuary.

He admires your dedication to helping others but worries that you're neglecting your own needs.

Preston offers to assist you and encourages you to take breaks and rest.

Preston appreciates your commitment to making Sanctuary a safe and comfortable place for everyone and supports you throughout the cleaning process.

"You know, you really are amazing. But even you need water to continue going, honey."

[goodday-goodmorn]

Rahhhh it’s Christmas and i’m back! Today’s feature (feature? Should i start calling them that? Sounds kinda cool-) is the amazing @charliemwrites, specifically a little drabble (unedited as always), based off of their Keeper/Kept AU. Not thier most recent stuff- (I think it’s Neighbor Johnny or the Woof Woof series-) You know what? Just- Here. Everything they write is gold <3

Anyhow, i present: Domesticity and Devotion

“Oh to be a wild bird…”

You sigh, chin in your palm as you leisurely stare out at the window.

“Or a stray cat.” You muse, watching as one of the kitties of the neighborhood walks along outside.

“Those fuckers have it good. No shitty job. No rent to pay. Just free pets and wandering the world… and if someone’s being a dick they can hiss and bite all they want.”

You hum, reaching for your drink and sipping on it leisurely.

“I don’t think I could survive in the wild though.”

You say after a moment, realizing how you’re cuddled up in your blanket and sipping on your wendy’s lemonade, the TV playing some random comfort show and your laptop open as you halfheartedly play Papa's freezeria.

“Can barley survive in domesticity.” You mumble, glancing towards the envelope on the kitchen counter that you got this morning about a rent increase.

You sigh.

“Maybe in my next life i’ll be lucky enough to be reborn as some rich white ladies cat. Those fuckers are livin’ better than me that’s for sure.”

————

This is not what you meant.

When you wistfully wished to never have to step foot into the capitalist hellscape that was life again- that was not an open invitation for you to be whisked away against your will.

Apparently though, the 6 foot giant of a military man named Simion Riley, heard it as one.

Because now here you were, pampered and cared for like a bloody sugar baby or pure breed persian cat. Kept at some random location and fed and groomed and meticulously attended too.

All against your will, mind you.

However it’s hard to complain because well- you’re living life good. This realization, of just how good you have it- hits you when you feel yourself getting genuinely angry at the shitty romance novel you were reading.

The Male lead was treating the MC like shit- and the MC was letting him get away with it!

You feel your face physically grimace. To calm yourself down (because you are getting genuinely heated when she lets him shove her to the damn floor over asking him for a drink-), you set your i-pad down.

(It had been a gift; something sort of like a kindle, where you could only read books and listen to music. You weren’t sure what Simon did to it exactly- but it wasn’t just published books you had access too, comics, original works, poetry, you could get all sorts of reading stuff on here.)

“This mother fucker-“

You mumble to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head before huffing and picking the device back up. You’re close to cheering as you read the MC’s internal dialogue about wanting to bite his ass- (Truely an MC after your own heart- they were one of the main reasons you were still reading this shitshow-)

And yet, what does the main character do?

They get the drink for themselves and then let him snatch it from their hand and down it.

Nope. You’re fucking done. You’re fumin’ now, irrationally angry on the MC’s behalf because they’ve been putting up with this guy for fifteen chapters now.

The audacity of men- oh my god. You can’t believe this guy.

“Who does he think he is?!”

You grumble and then just for your own purposes you yell—

“Simon!”

Predictably he is at your side in a moment, dropping everything for you.

You have your arms crossed, as you say, “Go get me a drink.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes crinkled just a tad at your strange mood but doesn’t deny the order. Simply asks,

“Cold or hot?”

“Cold.”

And with that he’s gone, returning with a fresh glass of ice cold lemonade, complete with a little lemon slice on the rim of the glass. You sip it, set it aside and cross your leg, tapping your forehead.

“Give me a kiss.”

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, gently kissing your forehead.

“Kneel.”

His eyes are crinkled now with a bit of amusement, but he drops to his knees easy. Gently holding onto your soft thighs. (Always so gentle with you.)

“Course, pretty.”

He mumbles low, head tilted up to you in a question, “Need me to take care of you?”

You hum, absentmindedly messing with his hair and ignoring the way the question sends a slow pool of warmth into your tummy.

“No.”

It’s decisive. You’re practically preening with satisfaction at his actions.

“You can go now.” You say and like that, he gets up. Not a complaint on his lips even when you notice he’s got a raging boner.

“Wait!”

You call and he pauses, looking at you with a questioning hum.

“Kiss me again.”

And he does so, this time a soft gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he mumbles an ever softer-

“Dinner will be ready in 10.”

You nod and pick up your tablet with satisfaction curling low in your gut. (For the duration of your reading all you can think about is how Simion would never.)

————

“And another thing-!”

Simion is absentmindedly (as absentmindedly as Simion of all people can get anyway-) rubbing circles into your back as you rant. You’re sat in his lap, coaxed into sitting there after he asked about your day.

So obviously you started to babble about the book you were reading, which turned into a whole rant session about how stupid the Male lead was.

“That stupid idiot- that moron- you wanna know what he does simion?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re gonna tell him anyway. Still he hums to show he’s still listening.

“This bastard shoves them into the ground. To the ground! Can you believe the it?”

He shakes his head lightly with a tsk.

“Exactly. God and then when they get the drink he has the audacity to snatch it from their hand and down it in one gulp before they can even say anything.”

You shake your head, so far into your little rant you don’t realize how much you’ve made yourself comfortable. Sitting in his lap fully, ranting to him like he’s an old friend. Your tongue is loose with comfort right now. And that must be what possessed you to say—

“Me personally? I could never. If you ever pulled that shit— God i don’t even know what i’d do but it would not be pretty

You close your eyes with a nod to yourself at your own words. Not aware of the way Simon’s eyes seem to soften. Not until he gently kisses the top of your head.

“Never.”

He says it so quietly you almost miss it. (Feverintly. Reverently. Like the very idea is absurd.)

“If i ever do something like that you run and break into my gun cabinet and bloody shoot me.”

And god his voice- he’s 100 percent fucking serious. Suddenly you feel warm and small in his lap, utterly tiny compared to the sheer size of his devotion for you.

It’s all you can do to mumble out a weak.

“Good.”

And the rest of the night is spent with you reading the rest of the book together. When the MC finally is able to get rid of the Male Lead, it is a joyous occasion that ends up with her absolutely clocking the guy in the face with a champagne glass. Which then leads into a curious conversation with you and ghost about how much damage that would actually do.

It’s a good day.

[ksjb3rry]

“ In my experience, uptight boys like a little bit of rough play.”

— The Cat King, Dead Boy Detectives.

⪩͜⊹͜⪨ ݁ ִ  ۫ ꔵ 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 @𝗸𝘀𝗷𝗯𝟯𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 ꒰ 🐈‍⬛ ꒱ ༉

👑:: 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼 𝘄 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 ! ༄ ⌇ 🐈

[miniisunshine]

🖤𝕽𝖔𝖗𝖞'𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘❤️

I've decided to combine both of my hyperfixations together! I loved doing this and i thought about doing 5sos or Avenged Sevenfold next, what do you think?

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Porter Gage x f!reader •°• Under management △SMUT△

Title: Under management

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage, female overboss x Gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: Mild dubious consent if you squint, p in v, pwp, smut, vaginal fingering, no aftercare, OOC

Wordcount: 1470

a/n: idk how I feel about this one yet, but it's finished and that's something to be happy about.

When he had offered to be the man behind the overboss you didn't think he meant it quite as literally. He had been quite to the point in that initial conversation, most of it purged from your memory under the exhaustion and blood loss, but you remembered the ease in which he shot down your objections and took the back-seat, come to think of it, he did like the proverbial back-seat in most of your interactions...

Many a times he found himself behind you, hand anchored to the back of your neck as he took the time to tell you how good you take him whilst filling your cunt up to your skull, pressed against the old mattress as you cried out. It had barely been a few days when he first found himself pressed to the hilt, a quick motion that ended with you bent over the countertop, stools rolling on the floor from the jagged movement.

You could feel it as you walked through the parks, his eyes on you as he trailed behind. A quiet patience, control that seemed to snap once his eyes were the only ones on you, when he could maneuver you as he liked, where he dragged beyond the title of overboss even when still referring to you as it.

You should not like that fact, you rolled the thought over in your mind, cloudy intention in the sanctity of Fizztop Grille. Barely even a word exchanged until he once again maneuvered your body effortlessly onto the bed, pants already dragged to the floor and fingers pressed to your clothed core, biting into your lower lip as you looked up at his hulking form.

"Like that?" He asked, but didn't wait for a response, merely dragged your underwear to the side and pressed a finger into your tight heat.

You sucked in a breath at the feel of it, body tingling under the promise of the sweet release, yearning for the press of him once again. Your hands pressed to his shoulders in a keening display as your body opened up to him, a softness beneath the jagged movement as he took the time to pull at the threads of your body.

You mulled the emotion in your head as your head tipped back and sucked in another breath, repeated the mantra that it was just pleasure, it was just the raider way, thoughts that crumbled under the weight of his lips pressed to the side of your face, of the words layered upon your skin.

You were easy, you wagered. Something easy to manipulate and fashion into what he wanted, to artificially move into a position to take control of. The notion only made real in your mind by how you responded when his free hand moved up your body, slipping under your shirt and wrapping around your breast. You pushed into him as he played with the weight of it, whispering his name under the threat of your release building in your lower abdomen.

He was gracious enough to press his thumb to your clit as your hips jerked pathetically against his fingers. Your hands clenched against his shirt, biting into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood when you chanced a glance up at the man. His eye was focussed on where his fingers disappeared into your cunt.

"G-Gage.." You whimpered, that lead his gaze to your face. "I'm so... Close."

The smirk on his face was unmistaken as he shifted his weight a little to better regard you.

"Show me." He stated simply, doing more purposeful movements with his hand. " I want you to come on my fingers... boss."

By now he must've realized what the term does to you, had to have felt the way your cunt flutters against him when he uses it. He didn't say anything on the matter, but he purposefully used it in your most heightened state, pushed you into clenching around him.

You came with his name on your tongue, nails digging into your palm as you clenched them against his chest, chest pressing into his chest as the sensations ran through your body, for a moment consumed.

You bit into your lip when he removed his fingers from your cunt, small sound falling from your lips. He sat back, fingers pressing into your skin as he dragged your underwear down your legs. He watched on, attentive in the way his eye lingered on your body and settled between your legs. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, keeping your thighs spread for him in his assessment. He glanced up at your face as his hand covered your sex, and he then slid a single digit through your slick folds.

"You are quite something..." His voice carried across the room, fingers wrapping over your hip. "Spread out like this, all for me." He didn't plan on wasting much more time, as he pulled his cock free with a few jagged motions to his pants and slapped it against your cunt, a chuckle reverberating at your sound of surprise. "Such a pretty little thing."

He shifted a little to get a better angle, lining up to your entrance and swiftly pressed onward, not enough to be able to thrust to the hilt at first, but he quickly worked his way inside, quick sharp motions that sucked the air from your lungs.

He quickly found a rhythm, much less pressed on you than where you connected, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he used the leverage to pull your body towards his as he thrusted, watching as his cock reappeared and then disappeared again inside your warm cunt.

"That's it..." He grunted through the motions. "So fucking tight... So good for me, boss."

You bit into your fist, eyes closed under the assault, sensation pricking at your skin as you were submerged under the feeling of his cock filling you up again and again, feeling your body rock against the mattress as he used your body for his own pleasure.

Lost in the pleasure, you didn't quite notice the shift until he pulled harshly at your wrist, dislodging the appendage from your lips and pressing it beside your head, fingers locking to keep it in place as he hovered over you.

"Let me hear it." He stated as he looked down at you, dragging your thigh over his hip as he took you. "Don't you dare fucking hide it from me."

You whimpered at the request, soft babbling under the sensation that turned louder until you called his name in a plea that you weren't sure exactly what you were asking for.

His hand left your wrist, sliding between your bodies and pressing flat against your clit, pressing a kiss against your exposed neck when your head moved to the side.

"I want you to come with me inside you." He spoke against your skin, the finger on your clit rapidly moving at the tail-end of the sentence. "I know you can do that for me."

You could feel your thighs quiver at the sensations that wrecked your body, your own fingers pressing into the skin of his back. You closed your eyes, with all the turmoil and confusion he caused, you rarely found the courage to not give into whatever he asked. You relented to the pressure in your lower abdomen, crying out his name as you gave in.

Your walls clenched around him, his hand digging into your hip in his effort to keep fucking into your tight cunt as you fell. You watched your expression shift, body shake, and he swore he could thank whatever god was out there to have you land in his lap so beautifully, so obediently.

"That's a good girl." He breathed, hips sloppily thrusting forward until he stilled, pressed deep into your cunt as he came, ropes of warm seed painting your insides as he grunted against your neck.

He was never one for intimacy or showing affection, but he couldn't help the way his eyes washed over your flushed face, but neither would you see it and ultimately, he pulled out without a word and flopped down beside your half dressed body, placing himself back in his pants before zipping up, like nothing had even happened. The only evidence the sweat on his skin and the liquid spilling from between your legs.

He was courteous in his own way you suppose, when he handed you a glass of water and the fact that he didn't kick you out of the bed, or leave himself until some time had passed after the deed, but perhaps it would've been better if he had, then you wouldn't have any hope to cling to that this could be more than what it evidently was to him.

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[forgeofthenine]

Imagine a domestic life with Dammon in baldurs gate...

Drowsy mornings in bed, his body pressed close to yours with a tail wrapped around your leg and an arm over your waist. Dammon makes it hard to pull away from the comfort of his warmth, and despite knowing he has duties to attend to he also finds it hard to leave.

Randomly bringing each other something to drink. The way he lights up when you join him in the forge, a cold drink in hand he takes all too readily. When winter is at its coldest, the chill setting in each evening, and Dammon chasing it away with cuddles and steaming cups of tea.

Dammon spending full afternoons drawing and designing plans for new armour and weapons, studiously perfecting each commission and forgetting the world around him. Forgetting until your hands come to rest on his shoulders, the tiefling jumping slightly under your gentle touch before turning to smile at you. If anyone can pull the darling blacksmith away for a break it's his lovely partner and their kisses.

Speaking of kisses, this man is so soft when he kisses. Calloused hands, rough from smithing, always coming up to cradle your face. His tail shifting to wrap gently around you however it can. The way this man smiles into kisses, kissing everywhere from your lips to all over your face, revelling in any embarrassed giggles or reactions he might draw from you.

Evenings tucked up together, reading books and snuggling up under the same large blanket. You can't tell me Dammon doesn't enjoy sharing books with his partner, or sharing quality time once his forge is cooled and it's time to relax for the night. Reading either separate books or the same, it hardly matters to him so long as he feels his body against yours, safe and happy in your shared little home.

I'm honestly way too much of a simp for this poor man. If I don't get to romance this fictional man soon I might combust.