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slocumjoe · 6 months ago

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Brief explanation on my interpretation of these guys

Cait; an animal, when cornered, begins to roar. It puffs itself up, feathers and fur raised, teeth bared. An animal with its claws out is an animal afraid. Cait does not want to hurt—but she doesn't want to be hurt. A victor is not a victim—a predator, not prey. She had it beaten into her, and beat it into herself so she'd never forget. The claws are always out, teeth always bared, eyes always flicking across the room. But once she starts recovery, she's free to be herself. Cait slows down. She sleeps in when she feels like it. She eats when she has an appetite. She takes the time to bathe, to brush her hair and teeth. Once the loudest, brightest burning fire in the room, she mellows into a match—the potential of explosion is there, but for now, she's only a little light. Her eyes are no less sharp, but Cait only wants to be left with her friends, and enjoy the peace and quiet she can steal away for them. Her ambitions are small and unimpressive, and she appears more like a cat lazing in a sunbeam than any pit dog.

Curie; well meaning, and sweet, but too smart for her own good and she knows and acts like it. She wants the best for you, but she thinks she knows what that is. Sometimes she does, but Curie often forgets that people are more complicated than the biology that comprises them. Curie is bubbly, and social, but struggles with the idea that her perception of things is just that—her perception. It could be a result of her coding, her nature as a preprogrammed robot with set realities, or it could be a sign of her humanity. It's the critical flaw every human has, after all. Her sense of justice is too strong for her body. Her grief is too strong for her body. She examines each sensation—anger is in her cheeks and chest. Joy is a lightness in her head. Sorrow is a bitter lump in her throat, and cold hands. She wants to help everyone and everything. She knows she can't. She will try, anyway, and no one needs to know if it hurts. There is no other fate for someone so kind.

Danse; He once called the thing in his chest Wrath. Righteous connotations, implied justification and the promise of vengeance. Whatever brought this Wrath will meet it. The Wrath was provoked, summoned, and therefore, the summoner is the hand of their own undoing. Danse doesn't think about how this frees him of accountability. What he does is not his fault. The blood is not on his hands. He's a tool of Wrath—not one man of thousands, free to choose for himself. Danse doesn't respect himself enough to believe in his own judgement. He finds himself a stumbling fool, soft in the heart, fragile outside of his armor. Gentleness comes naturally to him. Such a huge man, and his heart is still too big for his body. He is equal parts intelligent and kind, but a soldier has no need for his own mind, and kindness has no place in war. Danse doesn't trust himself. He doesn't trust that his choices, his ideas for the world, are right. He leaves himself in the hands of the Brotherhood. The responsibility is no longer his.

Deacon; You can't change a soul, and Deacon seethes at this. He is the same man he was all those years ago. It's only his body that he can change. Even then, only by so much. His eyes are recognizable. Silvery blue, tired, and paradoxically, as sharp as they are dull. He never looks like he's fully there with you. Always a few steps into some other reality. Deacon wants to be good. He wants to clear his name. It really is Deacon, but no one needs to know. He is the same man. He lies about what he's done, the things he's seen, but he'll never lie about what matters. So, he will always be Deacon, because the important parts never change. He knows and hates this. The synths are what drive him now—people looking to be themselves, to wear their own face. He gets it more than any other human. Sometimes he wishes he was a synth, just so he didn't have to be Deacon. But he's stuck with himself. He keeps himself company through all the faces he wears, and leaves them when he feels to close to a life he could make for himself. A lie left to settle could grow into a truth. He loathes himself but fundamentally, there is a good man in there. Only a good man can want to be better. But he feels that good man isn't good, that being good is what he has to reach for first. He is stuck in a loop of trying, when he doesn't have to try. Deacon is Deacon, and he doesn't know. He isn't unsalvageable. Just buried so deep under attempts he doesn't need to make. The only forgiveness that can save him is his own.

Gage; if Cait is a pit dog, Gage is a bull. This creature is no gentle thing, those horns are not merely regal. But in other life, he could have sat with his field and his herd. He could have watched the clouds roll on by with the wind, and kept watch on the outskirts of his pasture. A gentle thing, lumbering and quiet, but on guard. Always waiting to gore. Even as he circles his farm, he has kept it this long because there is nothing more dangerous than he. But as it stands, he has found what he thinks is a calling in violence. It doesn't come as naturally to him as the stray dogs he runs with. Meat has no place in his flat teeth. But he runs with them nonetheless and keeps pace. He leads the charge whether they admit it or not. Gage is strength and sharpened bone, but they were never meant to initiate. He is meant to stand his ground. He was meant to protect. But no one saw it coming, the bull with the predators, and surprise is a deathblow. It's easier to hunt than be hunted. You eat what you can get even if it fits wrong in your jaws.

Hancock; There is a flavor found in the guilt of the privileged that you can't find anywhere else. He was raised wealthy, well off. When he was younger, he watched others starve, die, suffer, and knew it was an aspect of life. It was nothing to mourn. It was inevitable. Between the exile and his revival of Goodneighbor, Hancock feels his biggest crime is not finding his shame sooner. He will say he has no shame, no embarrassment. Hancock lies awake at night thinking of every meal he's eaten when there was enough to spare for everyone else, but they went hungry. He thinks of people beaten in streets and how quickly he turned around. He thinks of how his own survival is selfish when so many good people die. Hancock is anger given flesh. It's not like Cait's; his is a wailing misery, stalking the ruins and knowing what Graveyard he steps in. Hancock feels too much sympathy for him to handle. He has to numb himself or he will lose it. He'll break under the shame of not knowing better sooner. Hancock finds blood on his hands that isn't there. Most of all, he hates how bad it makes him feel. Hancock thinks he has no right to the shame or the pain. There is worse. His disgust at his inactions is not enough. It's isn't enough that he tries to help now. He didn't help then. Hancock doesn't forgive easily.

MacCready; A quiet boy raising a quiet boy of his own. MacCready seeks peace in a way most people can't. He finds sunbeams filtering through windows, plants creeping through concrete, birdsong on the wind. MacCready is the everyday wastelander; too young to see the things he's seen. But he's different. Robert finds enjoyment in the world around him. He entertains himself, takes pride in his skills, and takes pleasure in good company in such a simple way, he feels almost out of time. In other world, he could have been the one crawling out from a Vault. MacCready is haunted like anyone. His ghost doesn't terrify him. Her memory is a comfort. It hurts and always will, but MacCready wanders on. He finds toys for their child and takes interest in them as if he's still a little boy himself. He feels as much, most days. MacCready is often distrusted, but often very beloved, because he is himself. There is no character, no mask, nothing warping the man you speak to. He is a kid trying to take care of his kid, but he'll take a moment to crack jokes at you and talk about something he read in a magazine. For someone so materially greedy, on a personal level, all he wants from anyone is pleasant conversation. It's refreshingly human in a time where even humans seem more like monsters.

Nick; A painful period of one man's life, etched into hardware and frozen forever. The man dies but his pain lives, trapped in the agony of grief and betrayal. If Hancock is anger in flesh, Nick is disgust in a jar. Disgust at the injustice, at the trickery of a mastermind, the wasted life of a fine woman. Disgust at himself, fading away into a bitter old man who failed his city and his love. Valentine was a very good man who took a very dark turn after Jenny. Nick is the moment before he fell off that precipice. If Nick knew who Valentine hardened into, he'd have yet another crisis, another thing to brood over. Nick is so loved by Diamond city because he is an inhuman thing, but so capable of love and tenderness. He is all give, and incapable of take. You can't give him anything in return, and you don't need to. He's a robot very good at comforting. A robot doesn't need comfort. Nick convinces himself of this, as well. But people try. Humans get attached to the inhuman. A child hugs his leg and says they're glad he made it back. A guard throws an arm over his shoulder when he can't save someone and tells him he still did good. People hand him patches of fabric for Ellie to sew into his trench coat. Nick is loved. To be loved is to be known. Nick doesn't even know himself.

Piper; The plight of the angry woman rarely leads to a happy ending. The angry woman has her reasons. She is right. However, there are techniques to achieve results. A battering ram doesn't fix a door, it merely opens the path. Piper sees problems, but her solutions forget the complicated world around her. She wants to fix things. Some things can't be fixed, or the problem isn't actually what she thinks it is, or maybe it's just not the right time. Piper sees a problem, and the simplicity of knowing it has to change is enough for her. She barrels at the betterment of the world and doesn't think about it. She is angry that things are wrong. Piper is a young woman scared out of her mind, for herself, her sister, her community. The people around her beg her to be careful, to slow down, to not burn herself in the attempt to set the evils around her on fire. Piper doesn't realize how reckless she is. She doesn't realize that her life has value beyond fixing everything. A reporters job is to report. It is not to be a savior. Piper speaks the truth, but when nothing changes, she thinks her job isn't done. Her job is to spread the word. Piper thinks it is up to her to act on it. Her work will never be enough for her.

Preston; A good man hanging on by a thread. So close to being a monster to the people preying on him and his kin. Preston holds civilians in one arm, and a gun in the next. He has lost much of his mercy, and much of his patience. But he still acts on it. He knows right from wrong even if the wrong seems like it's the only thing that can soothe the fire in his gut. Preston lets people talk about him as if he is a gentle soul, still. As if he's merely a gentle lamb. Preston feels more like a guard dog who can still smell the bloodied wool of all the herds he's failed before. He won't even grace the next pack of wolves with a warning howl. This rage terrifies him, but Preston feels that being scared is how you stay alive, now. If you're not scared, you're not paying attention, you haven't noticed the torches on the hill. He is so angry it makes him sick. Gunshots from Quincy still ring in his ears. He still hears Hollis hit the ground dead. Preston wants to be a good person. He is one. But there is so much fury inside him, that he fears any chance of revenge that he gets will rip that away from him. He just needs one chance, and he'll be a monster like the Commonwealth has never seen before. He'll just be on its side.

X6-88; A robot with human traits, different from other synths. All of them have humanity they hide away, but X6 is exactly what he seems like. There is no internal softness, no tenderness or wanting. He doesn't stare at the sun and ponder his existence. He doesn't count the stars and think about what makes up a soul. Oddly, his disinterest in his humanity is rather human in itself. X6 is not concerned with his rights or his status as a living thing. This frustrates many in the Institute. Synths were made to be adaptable. In many ways, X6 isn't. He's the most inflexible motherfucker they've ever met. There is one way to do things. There is always an answer for a question and if you haven't found it, the question is pointless or you're stupid. Humanity doesn't seem efficient so he doesn't want it. He fascinates many. Most synths will give a long, careful answer about their existence, worded just so they don't get wiped. X6, when asked if he is human, will say no and look vaguely irritated that you could compare him to one. This is not intended. No one programmed in this lack of curiosity. He is so robotic, so one note, that he sticks out like a sore thumb from the other synths. X6 wears his inorganicness like a badge of honor. He is not human. He is better. The Institute argues about him constantly, whether he is an accidental success they didn't know they should strive for, or a black mark against everything they believe.

#did i say brief?#haha. ha.#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #nick valentine #preston garvey #x6-88 #piper wright #porter gags #robert joseph maccready

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billsbabydoll · 5 months ago

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“𝒾𝓃𝓃ℴ𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎.”

contains:SMUT<3

summary:intrigued at my pure innocence, tom takes it upon himself to completely corrupt me of my purity and show me how to be “good little girl” for him.

WARNINGS:dom!tom, virgin!reader, mutual-masturbation, pet-names, praising, corruption kink, HEAVY daddy kink, age gap (reader-19 tom-24), p in v (from the back), couch sex, multiple orgasms.

notes:sorry for abandoning you guys ive been lacking motivation to finish a story, this is like my 4th draft!

“wait you’ve never had sex?!”tom questions a curious and eager gaze glimmering in his eyes, the whole world and myself included very well knew tom was no stranger to sex, so once learning of my purity he was ultimately not only surprised but determined to change that.

“y-yeah your my first kiss too, everything else is unknown to me, complete virgin..”i nervously chuckled, sensing his interest in this new found information.

“well baby whats holding you back, too scared?!”he teased giggling at my nervous demeanor, beginning to tickle and poke at the sides of my hips.

i burst into laughter as his tickling becomes more intense and unbearable causing me to squirm and wiggle, my back landing and now resting on the couch.he climbed on top of me his legs keeping me in place, his hands holding mine firmly above my head.

he looks deeply into my eyes, his gorgeous dark eyes piercing into my soul like he could hear every beat of my pounding heart.

“can i teach you hun? i promise ill show you how to do everything..make you feel so good.”he said in a soft and mesmerizing tone, his voice drawing me in right into the palm of his hand.

“b-but i don’t know how-”i mumbled innocently, my soft little eyes looking up into his, my lips quivering with jitters.

“let me teach you, show you how to be such a good little girl for me.”he quickly replied taking no further moment to dive his lips into my own, his lips tangling mine into a passionate and deep kiss.i moan into his mouth as his tongue slips inside my mouth, exploring every inch.

he pulls away letting his grip of me go now sitting up straight, he then starts signaling for me to undress.once the last piece of clothing is now gone onto the floor and no longer on my body he looks me up and down taking in every single part of my body.

“where have you been hiding all of this hm? fuck your gorgeous schatzi…”he purred a smug smile spreading across his lips.

“now spread your legs and let me show you how good this feels okay?”

“okay..”i whisper anxiously as i slowly open my legs, my pussy now exposed for the first time right infront of his very own eyes.

“atta girl, now we’re gonna start slow hm?”he explained his hand reaching out, the tips of fingers making contact with my clit and my folds, rubbing them ever so slightly.

“that feel alright?”

“y-yeah mmh..”i moan at the unfamiliar but unexpectedly delicious feeling, his fingers moving now at a firm yet still gentle pace.

“look at you, such a pretty little pussy..tell me how this feels baby.”he chuckles at my reaction knowing this was just the beginning, he now slides his index and ring finger inside my tight walls.

“o-oh god!”i cry at the feeling of my cunt stretching to the length of his large fingers.he begins pumping his fingers in and out, the pain quickly being replaced with the unknown sensation of pleasure.

“doing so good baby, such a good girl.”he praises enjoying the sight of me withering and crumbling from the pleasure he providing me, he continues pumping his fingers inside me.meanwhile using his free hand to pull down his jeans, remove his shirt, and lastly reveal his length to me.

“daddy what is that?”i mumbled taking in the never before seen sight right infront of me, analyzing his erect length, with a pinkish tip dripping with clear strange liquid.

“this is what happens when you get me excited sweet girl, lemme teach you now how to make daddy feel good..”he cooed smirking at the pure curiosity in my eyes, he pulls his fingers out of me and now takes my right hand in his bringing it down to his cock.he then begins to guide my hand up and down his length, groaning at the sensation.

“thats it baby, just like that..”he croaks in between his desperate moans, letting my hand go allowing me to now try on my own, his fingers finding their way back inside my virgin walls.

“mmhm! t-that feels so good..”

“ughh-told ya, daddys gonna make you feel good baby..”

he whispers staring deeply into my soul as he continues to savor the feeling of my small hand gliding up and down his large length, his tip oozing with sticky clear liquid.he reaches his free left hand up to my perky breast, squeezing and rubbing my tender skin.

we continue at this for a few minutes tom talking me through what i freshly experiencing, before i soon feel a weird bubble beginning to build up in the pit of my core.

“ughh d-daddy i-mmhm im gonna-!”i moan my legs beginning to squirm and shake at this point, he nods excitedly beginning to pump his fingers inside me faster and more aggressively.

i throw my head back hitting it onto the arm rest, my hands gripping on the leather of couch, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my mind going blank, my mouth hanging open spewing the most horrendous noises.

“mmh-yeah cmon baby cum a-all over my hand, my little good girl.”he encouraged, my juices quickly spilling down on his hand coating his fingers with my precious ooze.

i rapidly come down from my rush, quickly being flipped over on my stomach, my face crashing into the couch pillows.tom climbing behind me slapping my ass before sliding his member inside my virgin cunt.

i whimper at the feeling of his girthy length filling me up inch by inch, my walls unaccustomed to being so stretched out, he then began to thrust himself inside me steadily, moaning at my precious walls clenching around his cock.

“taking me so well sweet girl, taking daddys cock like a good girl hm?”

“t’much i cant mmh-i cant!”

“mmhm you can take it baby, i know you can!”

he coos building his pace faster and harder devouring my pussy with his cock like a starved man, he simply just cant get enough of the feeling of my innocence being completely destroyed and shattered.

the living room was soon filled with the smell of warmth and sex, sound of sweaty skin slapping and string of moans filled both our ears, the couch rocking beneath us from the impact of our love-making.

“ugh!baby im gonna mmhc-cum!”he announced loudly, his hands gripping harshly at the skin of my shoulders, continuing to pound his cock inside me.

“gonna cum all i-inside that little pussy!”

he croaked fucking himself harsher and harsher than ever in my pussy, his tip kissing and hitting that special spongey part deep inside my pussy.i soon felt his seed spraying into my walls coating them completely in his sticky liquid.

i completely explode at the blissful feeling, completely seeing stars as i begin to tremble once again, my juices mixing with his.

we both pant aggressively coming down from our high, tom rests his head on the crook of my shoulder peppering gentle kisses on my smooth but wet with sweat skin, before pulling his member out of my aching pussy.

“not so innocent now hm sweet angel?”

THE END

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing #gustav schäfer

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zenithangelic · 12 days ago

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Hi could I get fallout 4 companions with a sole survivor that's really good at cooking/baking? Even though there's a lack of resources they're always able to make a tasty meal :)

FO4 Companions reacting to the Sole Survivor's cooking/baking skills:

Cait

Cait is initially skeptical, but she’s absolutely delighted when she tastes the Sole Survivor’s cooking.

She’ll tease you for being “too fancy” but can’t resist taking an extra serving of whatever’s on offer. Even with limited ingredients, she can sense the effort and love put into the dish.

Cait will often ask for something hearty, like a meat stew, and once she’s had a taste, she’ll go on about how it "hits the spot" after a long day of fighting.

Codsworth

Codsworth is always delighted when the Sole Survivor whips up something to eat, and he’ll politely offer his assistance, even if he’s not sure how to cook.

Whilst he can’t taste the food himself, he’ll always compliment the cooking, saying things like “It smells absolutely divine!” and offering praises for every dish.

Every meal becomes an opportunity for him to “fluff and polish,” ensuring the setting matches the quality of the food.

Curie

Curie is fascinated by cooking, always eager to learn new techniques, even if she sometimes gets things mixed up due to her scientific curiosity.

She loves the idea of making food “delicate” and “scientifically perfect,” so she’ll happily offer advice while watching you bake or cook.

Curie’s delighted with any dish, but if you make something with vegetables or fruits, she’ll be thrilled, claiming it’s “just like the old world” and perfect for a healthy life.

Paladin Danse

Paladin Danse is a bit of a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy, but he quickly learns to appreciate the Sole Survivor’s culinary prowess.

He’s always impressed that the Survivor can make something delicious out of practically nothing, but he’s especially fond of simple, hearty meals like roasted meat or stews.

Danse feels a little awkward about accepting the food at first, but once he digs in, he’s hooked. He’ll show his gratitude with a firm handshake and a grunt of approval.

Deacon

Deacon is totally into the fact that the Sole Survivor can create a good meal even when supplies are low. He’s all about resourcefulness and loves seeing the creative dishes that come out of seemingly nothing.

He’ll often make light-hearted jokes, suggesting you could sell your cooking as a new "underground recipe" in the Commonwealth.

Deacon’s definitely a fan of whatever is made with spices or anything that packs a punch—he loves the unexpected flavors.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat may not have a sophisticated palate, but the Sole Survivor’s cooking always makes him wag his tail and give an excited bark.

He particularly enjoys anything with meat in it, and even if it’s just a bit of leftover stew, he’ll happily share in the meal.

He’s a loyal taste tester and might nudge at your leg with a hopeful whine if he thinks there's any leftover scraps.

John Hancock

Hancock loves a hearty meal, and the Sole Survivor’s cooking quickly becomes one of his favorite parts of the day.

He’ll joke that “you’re the real hero of the Commonwealth” every time you serve him something tasty.

Sweet treats like pies and cookies have him absolutely hooked—he’s got a soft spot for anything that feels like a little piece of the past.

Robert MacCready

MacCready’s not exactly a food snob, but he’s very impressed when the Sole Survivor manages to create something edible out of the wasteland’s limited ingredients.

He’ll give a sarcastic comment at first, but after one bite, he’s all about the meal. He’s particularly fond of anything that’s spicy or has some heat to it.

He’ll often try to get you to make something “big and filling” since he’s always thinking about his next meal.

Nick Valentine

Nick is a man of simple tastes, but he definitely appreciates a well-cooked meal. He’s especially impressed when the Sole Survivor can bake something using barely any ingredients.

He’ll quietly savor each bite, complimenting you on your skill with a quiet, “You’ve got a real knack for this, kid.”

Nick loves anything with a bit of sweetness, like a nice pie or dessert, especially if it reminds him of the days before the war.

Piper Wright

Piper is overjoyed by the Sole Survivor’s cooking skills, and she’ll write about it in her journal, claiming that it’s “the best thing since sliced bread”—even if there’s no bread to be found.

She’s big on comfort food, so anything that’s hearty or filling is her go-to. She’ll always ask for seconds and enthusiastically praise your cooking.

She also loves to bake with you and will insist on trying her hand at recipes, even if they don’t always turn out quite as well as yours.

Preston Garvey

Preston is always grateful for a warm meal, especially when resources are tight. He’s definitely a fan of stews or dishes that have a good balance of protein and vegetables.

He’ll often tell you that “this kind of meal is just what we need to keep going.”

Preston might even offer to help cook, especially if it involves something he knows, like preparing simple meat dishes.

Strong

Strong, while mostly focused on his search for “milk of human kindness,” is deeply impressed when the Sole Survivor manages to cook up something that smells even remotely appetizing.

He’s not picky—anything with meat or something that can be gnawed on gets a thumbs-up from him.

Strong might even try to take a larger share of the food than everyone else, but he’ll show his appreciation with a grunt or a satisfied “good food, human.”

X6-88

X6-88 is more focused on his duties as a Courser than on food, but he quietly respects the Sole Survivor’s ability to prepare meals, especially given the wasteland's limited resources.

He’s practical, so he’ll appreciate whatever you make, but don’t expect any outward praise. He’ll simply state that the meal is “efficient.”

He prefers meals that are straightforward and no-nonsense—like grilled meat or something simple but nutritious.

Ada

Ada is fascinated by the idea of cooking in the wasteland, especially since she’s a robot and can’t taste anything herself. But she’s all about making sure the meal is “perfect” and will offer helpful suggestions.

She enjoys watching you cook, often pointing out how the ingredients could be optimised for better results. But when you bake something sweet, she’ll describe it as “incredibly efficient nourishment.”

Ada is especially impressed with any food that’s meticulously prepared or has a technological flair to it.

Automatron

Like Ada, Automatron lacks the ability to enjoy food, but they still value the efficiency and resourcefulness behind the Sole Survivor’s cooking.

They’re always keen to learn about the process and might even suggest improvements based on their mechanical knowledge.

Automatron might take notes as you prepare meals and will offer praise for any dish that has a perfect balance of ingredients.

Old Longfellow

Old Longfellow is a man who’s seen it all, and he’s particularly fond of a hearty, no-frills meal after a long day. He’ll often ask for simple dishes like fish, stews, or roasted meat.

He’ll quietly sit and enjoy the meal, nodding in approval after each bite, but he doesn’t always have much to say about it.

If you make something with seafood or something that reminds him of home, he’ll reminisce about the “good old days” in Far Harbor.

Porter Gage

Gage loves anything that’s simple and easy to prepare, but he’ll be downright impressed when the Sole Survivor manages to make something “top-tier” out of almost nothing.

He’s got a taste for bold flavors, so anything with a spicy kick or unique ingredient will catch his attention.

Gage might joke about you opening a restaurant in Nuka-World, but he’s genuine when he says you’ve got skills that most people in the wasteland can only dream of.

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 10 months ago

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Updated height and weight headcanons for companions: (part 1)

Cait:

5’3 and 145.7 pounds of muscle.

Curie:

5’1 and 110 pounds soaking wet

Danse:

6’3 and 203 pounds sharp.

Deacon:

5’8 and usually 180 but it kind of yo-yo’s.

Gage:

6’0 (but he claims taller by an inch) and a surprisingly healthy 195 pounds which is impressive for a raider.

Hancock:

5’2 and 114 pounds, he has that super sweet ferret style build going on too

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 companions #paladin danse #fallout companions #danse #curie #porter gage

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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Did you get a request? It's Gn spiderperson secretly taking care of Miguel O'Hara! I think I forgot to type his name too so sorry about that! Thanks!

love, your secret admirer. — miguel o'hara x gn!reader

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(✧) word count: 1,394

(✧) request: You know secret admirers? I have a similar idea to that! Gn spiderperson secretly gives him stuff he needs or something to make his day easier! Like I assumed he doesn't take care of his health much so they will give meals, water, coffee, snacks, etc! He was wary at first but realised it's always something that helps him! So he wants to find them but they're so sneaky that even he wonders how he managed to miss them! He decided to pretend to leave when he's actually hiding & that's when they were about to leave after giving him a meal! They were so fast that he almost lost them! Does this make sense 😂

(✧) author's note: OYYYY i literally crave these dynamics HEEEEE i wanna be miggy's sweet little human assistant, the softer, less chaotic kinda lyla that's not AI for him, which reader is basically LOL man has trust issues, but he can never say no to your cute, darling little face and kind heart that makes him swoon. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, ANON !!!

every morning, for the past few weeks, miguel had been gifted with little treats at his desk–treats he hadn't realized he's missed all this time until it was right in front of him. "who left these?" he asked lyla as he tasked her to identify any tracks left by whoever could've 'gifted' this to him. lyla chimed in and reported to miguel that she couldn't find any DNA tracing back to the sender; though, lyla had checked the package thoroughly and assured miguel the treats were extremely safe. "passed all the safety protocols, mig, i didn't pick up anything malicious or even remotely harmful from them. just plain old treats ya love, that's all they are, really." lyla explained as miguel rolled his eyes and looked at the treats all neatly wrapped with a dark red and blue ribbon, examining it and taking in all the... friendliness of this little gift before him.

"not used to being gifted anything, hmm?" lyla teased miguel as he snarled at her, turning his nose up at her and glaring at the holographic assistant. he hated that she was, indeed, right–he wasn't used to being gifted anything, let alone something so intricately wrapped. he looked around and heard the crunching of a small piece of paper on the ground. he seemed to have stepped on a sticky note, which he picked up. it read:

'don't forget to spoil yourself sometimes! (◡ ω ◡) — your secret admirer.'

miguel swore he recognized that penmanship somewhere, though due to the lack of any signature or name attached to the message, he couldn't figure out just who in the multiverse could've placed these on his desk. "secret admirer, huh?" lyla teased. "this is probably just some prank by those damn teens." miguel rationalized as his mask dissipated, his stern look still on his face, but slowly softening as he held the gift in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from the treats. the scent coming from the treats this mystery person left for him was too hard to resist, so he ended up snacking on them before he even realized it. the surprises didn't end there, however–for the rest of the month, miguel had been receiving anonymous gifts that benefitted him and relieved him of stress that accumulated throughout the day.

he hadn't realized he needed coffee in his morning, or that he was hungry for his lunch, or was craving any snacks he hadn't had in a long time until he was treated to them right then and there. he had gotten very suspicious of these constant gifts that were waiting for him at his desk, he had always subjected them to thorough inspections from lyla, but they were never anything bad nor dangerous–they were harmless little gifts, and miguel... miguel was now curious. he wanted to figure who was leaving these gifts for him, these gifts that help keep him sane, healthy, and a little bit happier than he was before all this. he had narrowed down the hours when the gifts would usually come from this 'secret admirer' and had devised a time and plan that he would enact once the right time frame for the next gift would come.

"are you feeling like you're in mission: impossible right now?" lyla asked miguel all sarcastically as miguel stood by the wall in his suit's camouflage mode and held him breath in; waiting for someone to drop off another gift with another uplifting note that... that made him look forward to the next hour, the next day, and the rest of the week, really. he shushed lyla as he heard footsteps from down the hall sneak over to his office, he pressed himself against the wall and anticipated for his secret admirer to come in through those doors and make themselves known to him without them even knowing. as the doors opened, a couple of feet stepped in—bringing with them a familiar frame and face that miguel knew and... was guilty of looking at and admiring himself often when they weren't looking. he spoke your name in a whisper as he watched you shyly drop off a homemade gift for him and attached a sticky note onto the gift itself, muttering under your breath how much of a dork you look right now for not being able to muster the confidence to give these to him in person.

miguel couldn't quell the rapid beating of his heart—as you spoke to yourself, practicing how you'd confess to miguel that you've been the anonymous little darling that's been gifting him all those goodies and feeding him those meals he seems to like so much, he's so drawn to how adorable and humble you look right then and there. "i'm your... secret admirer, mig..." you mutter to yourself, practicing how you'd tell him. you got all flustered at the thought of what his response would be, shaking your head as you sighed; knowing full well to yourself that he wouldn't care... or you thought that he wouldn't care, because right behind you was the man himself—your back pressing against his chest as he gave a low hum in response to your accidental confession. you turned around gently and almost fainted when you realized just who was behind you.

"you are?"

he asked you in a low voice as he bent down slightly to get a proper look at you, but out of embarrassment, your adrenaline kicked in and you bolted out of his office. miguel hadn't had a lot of secret admirers before, he didn't think you turning your heel and dashing off was gonna be a response from you—so he ended up calling your name and running after you. "they're too shocking fast!" he exclaimed as he looked around rapidly for you. lyla pinpointed your location, with miguel quickly sprinting over to you to talk to you. "you... certainly gave quite the chase..." he mumbled as you were about to run off again, but miguel acted quickly and grabbed your wrist. "i'm not gonna do... anything to you, you... know that..." he whispered to you breathlessly as he brought you closer to him, making you lean against his broad chest.

you stared deep into his big, hazel eyes—getting all flustered as you got self-conscious and nervous again. miguel placed his hands on your waist, but quickly pulling away and sighing. "i appreciate the gifts, i... i don't know why i'm the one you want to gift with such pretty and tasty things, but... i really do mean that i appreciate them. i can't remember how i got through my days without your generosity..." he said in a quiet voice as he tucked away a lock of your hair behind your ear, making you gasp a little at his gentleness. "...i would appreciate it more, though, if you let yourself be known to me as more than just my 'secret admirer'. i can't believe how lucky i am... such a cute little spider is my secret admirer?" he asked you aloud as his face heated up, his nose nearly poking yours as he brought his face closer to yours.

"guess you're not so much of a secret anymore, hmm?"

he asked you as you shook your head and got even more bashful. he chuckled lightly as you acted all cutely around him again, making it harder for him to resist your inherent charms. "...i was going to confess, but..." you stammered, your hands resting on his chest—feeling the hammering of his heartbeat, making you even more flustered and at a loss for words. "and i'll confess that... you've had my heart since the moment you left those treats at my desk. i know i sound like i'm moving too fast, but i can't help it. you've been an enigma to me, an enigma that i wanted to meet, to hear, listen to, hold and... i've wanted you, and knowing it's, well, you that i want... it's more like i need you now, not just the gifts, to stay happy and content." he admitted as he pressed his chin against your shoulder, humming out a hum of contentment as he held you tighter, making you gasp and cling on to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist to reciprocate his touch.

"will you please... consider that thought for me, mi vida?"

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rosepinksky · 1 year ago

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Pay For My Time (pt. 3)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!stripper!reader

In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.

Warnings: big one, girls. rough sex (PIV), explicit consent checks, overstimulation, soft dom!Ghost, degrading name-calling, semi-exhibitionism, mild alcohol use, brief aftercare

word count 4.2k

part 1 (smutty!)

part 2

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You’d been toying with the idea of texting him for days. Nothing ever seemed right; the texts too desperate, too familiar, too needy. But you’d been indulging in early afternoon cocktails with your vibrator between your legs for an hour and the only vision your mind could conjure up was the sound Ghost made when you had swallowed his load greedily down. You hadn’t seen him in just over a week, only a couple of single line texts exchanged since he had come to visit you at the club. You sighed heavily, grabbing your phone and bringing up his contact page.

No harm in a little neighbourly friendship, right?

Do you have any sugar?

No. Why?

: ( trying to make a daquiri.

It’s 2 in the afternoon.

It’s a Sunday!

There was no reply for a few minutes, and you went back to scrolling mindlessly through your phone, dangling your feet over the end of the couch.

I’ll go to the shop for you.

You sat straight up, beaming down at the message. You giggled to myself as you typed out a reply.

That’s very sweet of you.

You made me dinner.

I’ll make you a cocktail too, now. Door’s open when you get here

He didn’t respond, and you fixed your hair in the black reflection of the TV. You shoved the vibrator under the cushion, and pulled another cocktail glass from the cupboard, busying yourself as you waited for him by washing the strawberries.

A firm knock at the door. “I told you it’s open!” You called, not turning around from your work.

You heard the door click open first, and then quiet as he paused in the kitchen doorway.

“You really shouldn’t leave it open.”

You glanced over at him, smirking at his grumpy expression. “Why would I need to be scared when I know you’re right upstairs to protect me?” You teased, popping a strawberry into your mouth as you grabbed the bag of sugar from his hands.

He bristled, crossing his deliciously huge arms over his chest. “What if I’m away for work?” He challenged flatly.

You rolled my eyes, moving to stand in front of him with a strawberry grasped between your fingers. You held it up to where you guessed his lips were. “Relax,” you whispered, eyes glittering with mischief. “I can look after myself, Ghost.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, ignoring your silent offer of the fruit. “You’re a tiny woman. You couldn’t defend yourself against a fly.”

You scoffed playfully, moving back to the counter as you poured generous amounts of liquor into the shaker. “You’re just massive. And…I’ll get a gun.” You shrugged, back towards him.

He let out a low chuckle and leaned against the doorframe. “That would be illegal.” He retorted.

You grinned, eyes flickering over to him in the corner of your vision. “Never stopped me before. Anway, I bet you’ve got a million weapons upstairs.”

He shifted his weight and let out a small huff. “I’m trained to use them. I’m not some reckless girl with a penchant for leaving her door unlocked.”

You glared at him lightly, shaking the cocktail as you turned back around to face him. “You could train me.” You suggested off-handedly.

He let out a genuine laugh at this, reaching over to pluck the shaker from your hands and taking over.

“Maybe just some basic self-defence first.” He smirked down at you, his eyes filling with amusement. You rolled my eyes at him; you found you’d been doing that an awful lot.

“Fine.” You grumbled, grabbing the shaker back once you were satisfied with his effort and pouring the contents into the two glasses, garnishing the sugary drink with the fruit you’d sliced. You held one out to him, offering your own up to clink against his.

He obliged begrudgingly, watching you with a curious glint in his eye. “I really should teach you.” He glanced up to scan the rest of the flat. “Should secure this place better, too.”

You beamed as you kept your eyes on his. “Aw, Ghosty. You want to keep me safe?” You took a sip as you watched his reaction.

He frowned down at you. “Don’t mock me. You’re a young woman living on her own in a bad part of the city. You should have locks on your windows as a bare minimum.”

You refused to back down from your teasing. “Didn’t think you’d be so protective. I like it.”

He turned away from you with a sigh, making himself comfortable on the armchair. “Don’t call me Ghosty. It’s not cute.” He warned, but lifted his mask to taste the cocktail anyway.

You plopped yourself back down on the sofa, resting the glass against your chest. You let the room sit in silence for a moment, humming happily to yourself as you enjoyed my drink.

“How’d you learn to cook?”

Every time Ghost broke the silence it surprised you, and this question surprised you even more.

You shrugged. “My ex.”

You could see him raise his brow beneath the mask as he leaned forward curiously. “Thought you didn’t do relationships.”

You sighed, tilting your head towards him as you took another long drink. “I don’t.” You replied finally.

He hummed thoughtfully. “He must have been special, then.” A hint of envy seeped through his casual tone.

You groaned, looking back at the wall, suddenly very interested in the art you’d haphazardly hung there months ago. “Just insistent.”

Ghost leaned further forward, his elbows on his knees as he spoke lowly. “I can be insistent.”

You smiled at the change in his tone. “You don’t need to be.” You told him softly. “I like you anyway.”

He scoffed and sat back again. “As a friend?” He asked, slightly bitterly.

You rolled your weight so that your body was facing him as you stretched your legs out. “Yes. You don’t want to be my friend, sir?” You pouted.

His jaw clenched and his grip around the delicate glass tightened. “I told you not to call me that.”

You snickered, your gaze unwavering as you enjoyed the way you could see him getting nervous around you again. Familiar territory. “Why? You like it too much? You want me to call you sir and follow your orders, soldier?”

He adjusted his trousers slightly, and your eyes snapped down towards the motion. Excitement started to grow in your stomach, the orgasm you’d been unable to reach earlier still in the back of your head.

“Oh.” You breathed, standing to walk over to him and perching yourself delicately on his lap. “I hit the bullseye, didn’t I?”

His pupils dilated as he glanced down at where your thighs spread as they rested on his, his free hand reaching up to curl around your waist.

He cleared his throat, taking another sip as his gaze stayed glued to your legs. “Would…would you want that, too?” He asked, tearing his eyes away as they bore into yours.

Your cheeks heated just a smidge, and you nodded keenly. “Yes please.” You whispered, a coy smile spreading across your lips.

He set his drink on the coffee table, drawing his hand back slowly as he ran it up your thighs. When his fingers brushed against your hips he dug them in hard, yanking you over his thighs to straddle him. You let out a surprised yelp, but ground against his lap as you fisted his shirt in your hands for balance.

He let out a throaty groan, one of his hands coming up to grab your chin. “Do you want this, Y/N? Do you want to be my good girl?”

You nodded desperately, feeling that delicious hot lick of tempting submission flare under his intense stare. He smirked, the mask still tucked above his nose and exposing his sharp jaw and plump lips to you. You stared at them needily, your pussy growing wetter, hotter as you felt his heart beating hard against his ribcage beneath your hands.

He squeezed at the flesh of your hips again, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “I’m not giving you anything until you use your words, pretty girl.” He taunted.

You whined petulantly, eyebrows knitting together. “Please, sir. Wanna be your good girl. Want you to fuck me.” You wriggled on his lap, seeking friction against the rough fabric of his trousers.

He chuckled, stroking over your jaw with one of the fingers gripping your chin. “Such a good girl. So pretty.” He praised, a hand stroking from your hip, up your waist, to gently massage at your shoulder. “You put such a little show for me last week. Had to go home and fuck my fist to feel better.”

You gasped softly, cunt clenching at his confession. “What did you think about?” You mewled, your fingers unfurling from his shirt to trace his bottom lip.

He smiled, pressing a delicate kiss to one of your fingertips. “Though about snatching you off that stage and fucking you backstage. Make you watch yourself make those desperate faces in the mirror when I bent you over and made you scream my name loud enough all those dirty men could hear you.”

You let out a pathetic whimper, the sound genuine. He soothed you with a gentle caress to the column of your throat, before grabbing the back of your neck and standing to his full height, the other hand going under your ass to support your weight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning your forehead against his as you panted softly.

“I wish you would. I’d let you fuck me so hard on the vanity we broke it.” You moaned, nails raking across the top of his chest. He moaned into your neck at the thought before throwing you back onto the couch, your head hitting the cushion with a soft thump.

You froze, wide-eyed, as you felt your skull connect with a button and a faint buzz filled the silence.

His jaw dropped, leaning over you as he brought his head closer to the sound.

“Lucy…what the fuck is that?” His shocked expression slowly morphed into a wolfish grin, hand slowly sliding towards the cushion.

You scrambled upright, rushing to try and turn the vibrator off with trembling hands. He grabbed your wrist and snatched the toy away from you, a low chuckle reverberating in his chest as he held it up, inspecting it with something between awe and disbelief.

“You dirty…fucking…whore.” He laughed gleefully, pinning the wrist he still held above your head. “Did you text me just so I would come over and make you cum, huh?” He taunted, head dipping down so that you could feel his breath against your lips.

You squirmed, the humiliation and arousal setting your cheeks alight. He tightened his grip, pressing your wrists further into the solid arm of the couch.

“Answer me, Lucy.” He demanded, a dangerously excited look in his eyes.

You let out a faint wheeze of an exhale, squeezing your eyes shut. “I did, sir.” You gasped out.

He released your wrist, sitting back on his heels to watch you underneath him. He tutted mockingly, “Well…who am I to deny a pretty girl what she wants?”

He took your cheek into his hand softly. “Safe word is strawberry, okay?” He patted your cheek when you didn’t respond. “Open your eyes. Repeat it back to me.”

You pried your eyes slowly, nodding in recognition. “Strawberry.” You whispered, feeling utterly tiny as he loomed over you.

He smiled again. “Good girl.” He threw his weight onto his elbow, grabbing your hair in a tight fistful as he smashed his lips against yours. You let out a loud moan at the sensation, stifled underneath him until it became more of a yelp. He took the opportunity to trap your lower lip between his teeth, nipping hard enough to draw tiny specks of blood. He groaned, low and guttural, as the taste flooded his mouth.

He ripped your pyjama shorts down to your knees, breaking the kiss to let out an appreciative growl at the lack of underwear. “Fuck, pretty girl, were you so sure you’d get me between these thighs?” He squeezed at the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “Couldn’t stop thinking about marking these up.” He laughed breathlessly.

He spread your lips with two of his fingers, dipping a third in to coat in the wetness that was now soaking the top of your legs. He dipped it into his mouth, moaning appreciatively as he tasted you on him. “Fucking perfect.” You shuddered under him, trying your hardest to keep your thighs spread for him. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; he had his other hand clamping down on your hip to keep you spread wide.

“Please…” You rasped out, eyes silently pleading with him.

“Patience, baby.” He whispered up to you, shuffling down to press open-mouthed kisses to your thighs, nipping lightly at the skin there. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

He licked a thick stripe up your centre, deliberately neglecting your clit as you whined pathetically and tried to grind down on his face. He shoved you back with his hand on your thighs, flashing a warning glance. You sighed frustratedly, but stilled your hips.

He hummed contentedly at your obedience, tongue returning to your pussy as he lapped at it languidly, relishing in your dripping slick and trembling thighs. He raised his lips to your clit, licking tiny circles as he brought a finger to push into you slowly.

A deep, desperate wail escaped your lips as your back arched at the sensation, electricity coursing through every limb as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He chuckled from between your legs, and his eyes were pitch black as he glanced up. He didn’t stop, only increasing his pace as you fought to keep from screaming so loud that the other neighbours would call the police.

He mumbled something into your core, but you were too caught up in the intense waves of pleasure to hear it. You only snapped your head up when he moved away, throat instantly going dry when you saw him retrieve the vibrator from behind him. He chuckled as he saw your expression, plunging his thick middle finger back inside of you all the way to the last knuckle, eliciting a sharp gasp.

He turned the toy to its softest setting, and placed it against your clit. The stimulation drove you crazy, buzzing through every nerve ending, and you could feel your climax building up almost immediately as he kept it lightly buzzing on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He pumped his finger in and out of you slowly, sitting back slightly to admire his handiwork as you almost thrashed beneath him, chest flushed and heaving.

“You want to cum, princess? On you go.” He encouraged, hungry eyes drinking in the way your thighs tightened and quivered around his arm, head thrown back in sheer bliss as he drove you closer to the edge.

You came with a strangled scream, practically convulsing on the couch as your breath caught in your throat. He growled, yanking your top up to your neck to expose your tits and shoving it into your mouth, muffling the whines you made as your eyes screwed tightly shut. He grabbed a handful of your right breast and kneaded it roughly, short nails digging into the sensitive area.

He let out a shaky breath, palming himself through his trousers as he withdrew the vibrator for just a second. You panted around the makeshift gag, drool coating the fabric as you came down from your high.

Just as soon as your breathing started to even out, he turned up the vibrator to the higher setting, curling two fingers in as he replaced it on your clit. Your eyes shot wide open as you shook my head, body still wracking with pleasure from the last. A couple of tears spilled down your cheeks past your lashes at the sudden resurgence in sensation, and you could feel the next orgasm approaching rapidly. You cried out, earning a small but stinging slap across your chest from Ghost.

“That’s it. Just take it.” He didn’t look you in the eyes, too captivated by your swollen, gushing pussy. “You can give me more than that.”

You nodded weakly, a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead and along your collarbone as your muscles tightened once more. He curled his two fingers inside of your cunt, the girth of even them bigger than any toy you had in your collection. You babbled out desperate pleas to him, your body begging to release the coil rapidly tightening in your stomach.

You came with a sob, hands fisting desperately at the cushion above your head. Your back was so arched that you could feel your shoulder blades almost touching, but you couldn’t control the way your body reacted to his touch.

He didn’t give you any reprieve this time, pressing the vibrator harder onto your clit and easing a third finger in, laughing as your body stretched achingly to accommodate him.

“Shit, you’re so tight, I’m going to split you in fucking half…” He whispered in amazement, his fingers ruthlessly fucking you at dizzying speed. You sobbed underneath him, shaking your head as you pled with him with only your eyes.

Your third orgasm washed over you like ice water as your eyes rolled back in your skull, every part of you trembling from overstimulation. He ripped his fingers out and you whined as he tore the tshirt out of your mouth, slapping your face lightly to get you to open up your eyes.

“Safeword?” He glared down at you sternly, lifting the vibrator off slightly, just enough to let you form a vaguely coherent thought. You furrowed your brow and shook your head insistently, using all of your mental and physical strength to keep your legs spread for him.

He grinned and brought his fingers back to your soaking cunt, easing all three back in with a soft grunt in your ear. “Such a perfect girl, letting me wreck her. I need you broken before I fuck you, Y/N.” He whispered; his breath hot on your ear. You shivered, nodding weakly even as you felt another shock from your poor, abused clit.

He tossed the vibrator to the side, fingers still pumping into you harshly as he leaned down to nip and lick at your neck. “Just one more, baby. Give me one more and I’ll fuck that pretty pussy, I promise.”

You cried at the ceiling, his body almost completely covering yours as his thick forearms kept working on pushing you over that edge. You felt the band in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter, hot, fat tears now pouring down your cheeks as you fought the urge to wriggle away from him- not that you could if you tried, trapped under his weight.

You sobbed out with a choked gasp as relief flooded your senses, the band snapping as white overcame your entire vision. Ghost growled, biting down on your neck as your body jolted forward one last time, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head.

He pressed soothing kisses to your throat as I came down, whispering praises in your ear as your body melted into the couch. “You did so good, Y/N. You deserve this, you deserve my cock.” He murmured in your ear as he grabbed your arms and lifted you to stand.

Your knees buckled for a second as you gained your balance, but his grip was steadfast as he held you upright. Once you found your footing, nodding up at him cautiously, he whirled you around to press your back against his chest, holding you there securely by the hips.

He leaned down to press his mouth to the side of your head. “I’m going to fuck you against that window, princess. I’m going to make you fold and then split you in half.” He whispered harshly, lifting you almost off the ground to shove you against the full-length window. “Is that okay, baby?”

You could just barely squeak out an affirmative, head floating on too high a cloud.

He chuckled as you caught myself with your hands against the glass, head lolling against the soothing coolness. “You better keep quiet or someone’ll look up.” He teased as he traced his fingers over the curve of your waist. “Or maybe you’d like that. Little exhibitionist.”

You sighed blissfully as you heard the sound of his belt coming undone behind you, the soft thud of his trousers falling to the floor after. He stroked your hair away from your sweaty face, hushing the whimpers lovingly.

“Just – shh – that’s it, just relax.” He groaned as he pushed his cock inside of you, gasping as the tight walls clenched around the first few inches. “So fucking tight.” He hissed, his hands digging tight into your flesh as he stilled.

“Safeword?” He asked softly before he went any further.

“Uh-uh.” You moaned out, too preoccupied with the feeling of absolute fullness with not even half of his cock inside of you yet. He chuckled and wrapped a hand around your hair, using it to drag you back towards his chest.

He thrusted up once more, and you nearly squealed as his thick tip brushed against your cervix. He groaned deeply as he bottomed out, cursing under his breath as the hand in your hair tightened even further.

When he shoved you forward you stumbled, but as both of his hands grabbed you by the hips you had no choice but to catch yourself against the window. He slammed into you, setting a brutal pace from the very beginning. God, you had to bite the flesh of your forearm to stop yourself from screaming out at the overwhelming fullness; up in your guts, pushing on your bloody trachea.

He growled behind you, almost lifting you off of the ground by your hips as he bullied his cock into your sweet cunt, his pent-up frustration releasing as his grip threatened to bruise the skin around your ass.

“Say thank you, sir.” He demanded roughly, bringing a hand down to slap your ass hard.

You let out a choked gasp. “T-thank you, sir!” You cried, toes curling as he hit that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. You felt like a ragdoll, his balls slapping at your clit as he plunged into you like you were nothing more than a toy for him to use and dump his fucking cum in.

A strangled laugh escaped him as he kept the pace up, bringing one hand forward to wrap around your throat, pulling you back harshly to rest your head against his shoulder. He forced your chin upwards so that you were staring up at him, hooking his thumb in your mouth to pry it open.

You did as his body commanded, presenting your tongue to him as your brows knitted in sheer desperation. He spat into your mouth, brows furrowing together, and you felt another gush of slick from your pussy as it clenched around him.

“Fucking swallow, Y/N.” He growled lowly. You did, moaning louder as the hand around your throat squeezed a little. He sighed, burying his masked face into your shoulder. “Good girl.” He groaned breathily, the hand on your hips shifting to rub at your aching clit.

You shrieked, thrashing in his arms, the sensation overwhelming. He shushed you quickly, the hand around your neck rubbing small circles over your pulse point.

“Almost there, baby. Just come around my cock and we’re all done.”

You whimpered, but nodded, relaxing in his arms as he fucked up into you, letting yourself go limp as your orgasm built up. Your fingers grasped at the air, stomach so tense that you thought, just maybe, that the muscles might snap.

He moaned loudly into your shoulder, biting at it as he reached his peak. “F-Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Come on my fucking cock, please, let me cum inside of you.”

You wailed as he sped up his motions on your clit, your vision almost completely cutting out as his words shoved you over the cliff edge and you came.

He let out a strained groan as you felt him almost crush you in his grip, his hot seed pumping up into you. He panted heavily into your hair, relaxing the hold on your scalp just slightly but still holding you carefully upright as he let the waves of his orgasm crash over him.

You could barely breath, just collapsing limply against his chest. He chuckled breathily, pulling you into him as he fell back onto the sofa, holding your trembling body securely in his lap, his cock softening inside of you as his cum leaked out around the base of his cock.

“Fuck.” He sighed, his breath still heavy as he lazily stroked at the tops of your thighs.

“Uh-huh.” You laughed weakly, not yet trusting your voice to form words. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, breathless and sloppy, using his mask to mop up some of the sweat that had formed on his upper lip.

“Are you okay?” He whispered against your cheek, eyelashes tickling your skin. You nodded again, nuzzling your face against his as you relaxed into his chest. He smiled softly. “You did so good for me.”

You sighed happily, heart still hammering, letting him lift you off of him and place you on your side on the soft cushions. He leaned down and kissed you softly, tenderly, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“There’s still a little daquiri in the shaker, if you want it?” He offered, his cheeks still flushed. You giggled brightly.

“You know me so well already, Ghosty.”

He grinned as he shook his head, pulling his trousers back up before making his way into the kitchen. He reappeared with a freshly refilled glass for you, strawberry and all, and held up his own to clink against your own.

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decahedrones · 5 months ago

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Hot take, but I'd rather romance proctor Ingram and Ronnie Shaw than Piper. No hate to Piper enjoyers, but she's such a... "straight man's generic love interest" type of character and I'm a little too gay to find it appealing. Curie is also quite generic and born sexy yesterday (which I hate), and whoever wrote her romance dialogue was wayyy too horny for her. Anyways I have a huge crush on Ingram and Ronnie.

Look. This is so fucking sweet I adore this woman:

#companion romance discourse???#fallout companions #proctor ingram #ronnie shaw #piper wright #curie fo4 #fallout 4 #mine

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everydayyoulovemeless · 7 months ago

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Aa!! The Enclave reactions were so good!! The stuff you write always makes me so happy, if you enjoyed writing them you can always try to do the base companions or stuff! But no rush or anything, you get so many asks so remember to take breaks and drink water!

Fo4 Companions React to Sole Being With The Enclave

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Angst? ➼ A/N » You're so sweet!! I chugged a bottle in your honor <33 Fo4 Factions React To Sole Being With The Enclave

MacCready recognizes your dog tags the second you approach him in the Third Rail. The grimace on his face would be enough for anyone to interpret what he's thinking, but he'll take on the job anyway. Who's he to judge what others do? As long as he gets the caps you owe him. He's never been a big supporter of any of the major factions, but his memories of the Captial Wasteland ring loudly in the back of his mind as he travels with you. He'll be way more closed off than he'd normally be, mostly out of fear of what you could be capable of if he let anything you didn't like slip. You'll notice that he asks subtle questions about the faction, trying to get any hint of what your morals are or where you stand with them. You and he won't be any closer than his business allows. He'll escort you to where you need to be but don't expect to have him tell you anything personal. He's too afraid for his son to allow you to know anything more than necessary.

Nick will ask you outright what your goal with them is. Surely, they have people who'd be willing to find your son - so why come to him? He's not afraid of you, or the faction you associate yourself with, but he's very vocally against it. He views you the same way he'd view a member of the Brotherhood and, although the Enclave doesn't play a massive role in the Commonwealth, he's fairly certain they're not too accepting of synths either, or freedom. If you need help, he'll help you, but once the job's done he'll tell you to get out of town and not to come back. He does it more for your kid's sake than he does for you, though.

Cait may not be all that into their ideologies, but the power armor and the weapons give her a kick. As long as you let her in on some of the loot, you won't hear her complain all that much. It gives her an incentive to ruin those who ruined her. Put her in a suit of T-51 and she'll absolutely ravage any nearby raider camp. She's a killing machine once you put her behind the wheel, whether she agrees with the organization or not. You help make her feel a part of something and she'll gladly play her part.

Codsworth has mixed feelings on it.. on one hand, he's happy you’re still working with the US Government but on the other, he’s worried that it’s not the best option. They've definitely changed from when he remembers them and, although he's loyal to his country, he can't help but feel as if maybe they've taken things too far? He's very gentle in his approach to getting you to leave. It's a big decision and, he doesn't want you to feel pressured, but he also wants you to be someone your son could be proud of. Just.. think it over, won't you?

Piper will look into the symbol the following days after her interview with you. She’ll rummage through all sorts of logs and entries until she finally discovers what it represents. The next time you stroll into Diamond City, she's jabbing a finger into your chest and accusing you of all sorts of crimes and misdoings. If you think you can come into her home and take advantage of the citizens there, then you've got another thing coming. She'll warn you once to leave and if you don't, she won't hold anything back on the next paper she writes about you.

Curie is actually kinda excited about it. She's never had access to logs obtaining such interesting notions to the FEV and other experimentations that the Enclave has conducted. She may not agree with how they were gathered, but she'd be a fool to not recognize the sheer possibility that the research allows. She'll stick around long enough to get her hands on the notes, but she'll try to leave immediately after.

Strong both hates and loves it? He doesn’t like how they look, or the fact they use so many robots in their arsenal. But he loves how they spread the FEV. He thinks everyone should be a mutant and he'll gladly help out with that. Everything else he despises, though.

Hancock isn't familiar with the symbol, so he ignores it until he eventually decides to question you about it. He asks in a light-hearted way, nudging you with his elbow and pointing at the Enclave patch on your jacket. However, his face falls quickly once you begin to explain it. He's not sure how you thought that he'd ever be ok with someone like you. He'll try to play it off despite the obvious tension exuding from his person. When you least expect him, he'll try to stab you. It'll just be a quick jab. Something that'll get rid of you without you hurting too much. He'd started to grow fond of you after all, and there's a part that still cares for you somewhat.

Old Longfellow hasn’t ever been a fan of organizations with big power. He’s seen them abuse that power too many times to trust anything they say. So, when you come in with the symbol somewhere on you, he knows better than to say anything to you. He might not recognize the label, but he's not willing to take any chances and neither are most others in Far Harbor. The only one who will really speak to you in the small coastal town is Avery, but besides her, you're not going to get very far.

Gage doesn’t recognize your dog tags at all, but when you mention it in passing, his interest will peak. It's not a deal breaker at all, in fact, he's kinda relieved to hear you say that since it means you're a lot more capable than he initially thought. He hopes you have a high rank so that the gangs can have some extra firepower backing them up while they take over the rest of the park. Maybe you can deploy some of your men to help them out? Take over the Commonwealth as allies? He'll support the Enclave as long as he and the other raiders benefit from doing so.

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superwingscentral · 2 months ago

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'Chopper' Family HCs

Should they have a surname like the Wheels family? Something something Chopper maybe

Holy shit we got a full-quartet

my characters now 👹👹👹

Okay!! So its either:

[ 1) They're all siblings, the order goes like this: (new edit): Runi -> Dizzy -> Sparky -> Zoey (although methinks dizzy is still older bye.) ]

[ 2) Runi and Dizzy are sibs, Sparky and Zoey are sibs, theyre cousins ]

Scenario 1 (and this post is full of this one lmao)

They don't have parents (I imagine them having risky jobs like rescue workers. what if one job went wrong?) Mom was a firefighter, dad was an EMT.

Runi and Dizzy has seperation anxiety purely because of that (Runi manages it better than Dizzy though) Zoey and Sparky was pretty young so they dont really know

Their parents knew Grand Albert and Poppa Wheels. Also Paul too I think

At first Dizzy was kind of against to becoming a rescue worker (for all of them) because what if the same thing happens again?? But she wanted to become one. Then later she changed her mind.

Anyway enough with the angsty stuff

For looks, Dizzy and Zoey took up after their dad. Runi and Sparky took up after their mom

Runi is aroace and Dizzy is bi bc i said so. Runi is he/they bc i also said so

ALL of them have extreme sweet tooth. they would eat pure sugar. They also love spicy stuff (Zoey is really good at making spicy burritos)

(during his firefighter training) Runi got a scratch all across his mouth (ty @/worldairportwonders 's doodle for the insp) and it damaged their vocal system badly. They had to cover his mouth during that time for the treatment, why not spice it up with a cool looking mask? Thats where his mask comes from. Although their voice is now a little raspy.

Zoey is really interested towards biology. She collects dead bugs, plants, etc. to cut them up. On the other hand, Sparky doesnt really like them so Zoey sometimes annoys him with it

Runi loves chemistry, mainly fire interests him. They watch lot of vids about fire experiments, chemical reactions, etc. He never tries anything with fire though (they also watch Curie's experiments)

All of them likes drawing in some way.

Runi left first to become a firefighter. He always dreamed about becoming one

Dizzy left next, to join SW. hard for her at first but after seeing Runi she did it

Zoey left next to become a doctor

Sparky stayed at their house, but he got a hose installed etc etc. there

Then Zoey and Sparky both joined SW :] Runi didnt though, but years later he joined the new generation team

About their house, they had a base-like house on a mountain (like Dizzy's base in season 2) It's not used as a living space now since all of them left but they still go there for reunions etc.

Runi and Zoey are good with cooking, Dizzy and Sparky are good with baking

Whenever they bring someone they're dating each of the family member has different reactions. Runi is chill, Dizzy stares at them constantly, Sparky is nice but also wary, Zoey will try to test them.

When they play Splatoon (they play it. actually majority of them play it. because i said so) Dizzy mains Dynamo, Zoey mains Glooga Dualies, Sparky mains Hydra, Runi mains Range Blaster. These mfs mastered slow weapons and theyre the best defenders

Uhhhhh I don't think I have more rn. I'll reblog when I have probably

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elvishdemigod · 7 months ago

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Fallout 4 companions (including Tales From The Commonwealth) with songs from my YouTube playlist

Audrey: No Moon At All by Seth MacFarlane

Birdie: Matt Foley by O. A.

Cait: Moth by Hellyeah

Curie: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Danse: Losing My Religion cover by 10 Years

Deacon: Gotta Get Away by The Offspring

Hancock: Rasputin by Boney M

MacCready: Nobody Praying For Me by Seether

Nick: Nights In White Satin by Moody Blues

Piper: The Truth by Nonpoint

Preston: It Has Begun by Starset

R4-04: Drive by Incubus

Strong: Evolution by Korn

X6-88: Too Sweet by Hozier

And finally, David (my OC): Zombie by The Pretty Reckless

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lets-try-some-writing · 8 months ago

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Wait wait wait wait wait

Titan!Mars is giving sentience to the drones?! So Opportunity, Curiosity, Sojourner and the others are all gonna be baby bots some day??

(Also if we're talking moons and planets being titans, there is a moon that literally named Titan - one of Jupiter's moons I think)

Yup they will. It will certainly take a hot minute to get there, but Mars is doing his very best to make it happen. They need protomatter and exposure to the Allspark to come to full awareness, but Mars is giving them all he can in the meantime. It is yet another reason he is so dead set on getting the Allspark back if no one else will. His citizens need it to come to full awareness. He is their father now. A father never abandons his children.

Mars liked to think that if given the chance, he would have the will to fight against the Unmaker and consequently, Earth. However, upon receiving his six gifted citizens, his determination was largely shelved. His citizens would be sad if their mother Titan were to be destroyed, and quite frankly, Mars didn't want to mess up the education he'd already given his little ones.

Let Earth, Moon, and Unicron duke it out verbally. They were all idiots anyway. Mars was comparatively very normal. All he was doing was giving his little ones sentience. Hardly worthy of note really.

Sojourner was old by the standards of his fledgling race. Mars had to be careful with him. Sojourner had to be gently imbued with the shards of a spark, and even then, Sojourner struggled to reach full sentience without his other half, Marie Curie. Often the new mind of Sojourner would wander to his companion still on Earth, and Mars could only hold him close and hope that maybe Earth would convince one of her children to send Marie Curie to him.

Spirit was an aggressive young mind and loyal to a fault. He was easy to bring to life. The care put into him by his human creators gave him the barest inklings of sentience, and that was more than enough for Mars to work with. Spirit remained within the section of Mars that the humans dubbed "Troy". The little thing was dead set on gathering information, just as he had been instructed so very long ago. Mars had and continues to support Spirit in his attempts to use his communication systems to reach NASA again with fresh data. Mars knows it is a risk on his end, but the ones who made his citizens are so loving. Mars is of the mind that they will be more interested in hearing from their wayward son than anything else.

Opportunity was almost eager to be given life. She endured many trials when she remained in contact with her makers, and the fact that she overcame them gave her the seeds of thought Mars needed to gift her the beginnings of a spark. Opportunity roams his surface with glee, and Mars fuels her travels with songs and gentle prodding. She too desires to one day regain connection to NASA to share her discoveries. Mars adores her desire to see and explore. She reminds him of Moon in a way. At least, the Moon when he was younger and filled with life, eager to please his young citizens.

Curiosity and Perseverance did not come to Mars at the same time, but they too arrived with the inklings of a fledgling mind. Mars accepted them with joy and did not impede them as they gleefully fulfilled their directives. He has slowly worked to give them sparks, but he will not directly interact with them until they inevitably lose connection with NASA. He wants them to know the love of their creators for as long as possible. Curiosity is more than happy to continue roving and fulfill her directive while also humming songs to Mars through fledgling EM bursts. Perseverance gleefully follows his older sister in her devotion to the task. Mars is very proud of them.

Zhurong was different when he came to Mars. He was not from NASA, and that was new for Mars. Zhurong was a sweet mind though. He took longer to come to awareness, but Mars was glad to have him all the same. Being so young, Zhurong has yet to do much of note, but Mars encourages him whenever possible.

There were others too. Smaller minds send to Mars to observe and keep an optic on his surface. Phoenix, Viking's 1 and 2, InSight, Beagle 2, Mars 1, 3, and 6. They were all sent to him, but without any of the touch that gave the six life. Mars tends to them all the same. Maybe one day he will find a way to give them the touch that brings about thought and free will.

Mars loves his strange citizens, and he is hopeful that they may one day become Cybertronian given enough time and attention from him. Moon thinks he is weird for his obsession, as does Unicron.

Moon: Why do you care so much about the rovers? They aren't even proper citizens, much less Cybertronian in origin.

Mars: Shut your fragging mouth Moon. You don't get to talk when you ABANDONED your citizens back on Cybertron!

Moon: I DID NO SUCH THING YOU INSENSITIVE PRICK-

Unicron: Yes, destroy each other for my amusement.

Earth: Father, don't encourage them please. I don't want children's creations to die in the crossfire.

Earth is happy Mars loves her grandchildren, but she does worry about his interactions with Moon when they talk about citizens a a whole.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #unicron and earth au #moon #earth #mars #mars rovers #unicron #alternate universe #they do their best to get along #but sometimes moon and mars have I S S U E S #moon lost all his citizens when he was very young #he didnt know how to defend them #mars thinks he was pathetic for losing all of them when he could have stopped their deaths #moon thinks mars is an insensitive glitch since he should know the pain of losing citizens #i will need to think on that whole other titan idea

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slocumjoe · 2 years ago

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Do you have any random headcanons about any of the comapnions that you want to get off your chest?

Oh, 100%. A lot of this is mostly inter-personal headcanons, how they react to each other. Very found-family based, heavily pushing my "Hancock and Danse become besties" agenda. Less based on the individual. Oh, and follows the "all move to Sanctuary" thing, so people who don't like that might not buy in to this.

Companion Headcanon Grab-bag

Cait; Really confused about her sexuality internally. Has changed her mind on her labels so many times. Is she gay? Bi? Pan? Straight? Ace? Sex-repulsed? Hypersexual? She likes sex sometimes and other times she hates the concept. What's her type of person, if any? What does she want out of a relationship? Just sex? What would she need in a partner? Tries to not think about it, so damn confusing. Just follows her whims. Would get on great with an elder queer person, really needs some guidance there. Also, has a fear of monkeys, apes, etc. Jangle toys and those cymbal monkeys. Fucking horrifying.

Codsworth; Babies the other companions like a mom. Putters around the bunkhouse making sure Piper eats something before she's out the door, cleaning up after Hancock's midnight snack, picking MacCready's coat off the back of a chair, hovering to block Danse's view of the coffee pot as Nick adds honey and sugar for him specifically. It's one house with a dozen adults of questionable emotional and mental stability. It's a robot butler's Olympics. Outside of the others...has spent two centuries trying to kill one single radroach. Its the same one, he's sure of it. It lives under the bridge and appears only under a full moon. It is his mortal enemy.

Curie; The most intimidating girl in the bunkhouse, not Cait. Because Curie doesn't put up with any bullshit. You look pale, come here and let—come here and let her feel your forehead. Too hot, you're taking the day off. She'll make you some tea—no, Danse, she doesn't care if that one joint on your Power Armor is bugging you. Bed. Does she need to go get Nick? She'll get Nick. Excellent! What kind of tea would you like? Curie is very sweet and caring, but she’s a hardass when it comes to the health of her compatriots. And you can't just...refuse. Maybe you could, but...no one's ever tried. Even Gage gives up once she smiles and tilts her head, but narrows her eyes. Fucking Gage.

Danse; You can tell he's feeling under the weather, be it mental or physical, if he hides from Curie. Danse ends up getting on pretty well with Hancock, Nick, Cait, and Preston once he's better from BB. Hancock reminds him a lot of Cutler, in some ways. Cait reminds him of many Initiates, hotheaded and eager but lost on their place in the world. Nick mentors him on the synth thing, and he and Preston are very similar. Once he's mostly adjusted from everything, adopts a...questionable wardrobe, things he would have worn in the Brotherhood if not for the uniform. Adores gaudy, odd-patterned shirts, bright colors.

Deacon; After the Institute is dealt with, by any means, and he has something of a support group with Sole and the others...goes back to Deacon. Its hard, it takes a lot of time, but he stops the home-grown identity crisis. He grows his hair out again, gets a charming grey-red stubble. Still likes costumes and such, but he tries to stay the one person, not fake anything. Again, very difficult. But he tries. Has an odd kinship with X6-88. X6-88 tries to figure out his identity, Deacon tries to relearn his. Also gets along better with Danse and Hancock, understands the "who am I" thing. But the real pals? Deacon and Jun Long. Jun's hype man. Gets what he went through; University Point was destroyed long after Deacon left, but that was still his home. And losing his son...Deacon respects that Jun kept chugging. Tries to help him regain his confidence.

Gage; This is a domesticated Gage, as much as Gage can be domesticated. Always has a horrific story that he likes to pepper into conversations. Deacon tries to one-up him, but Gage always wins, partially because Gage is telling the whole-ass truth. Never says anything about himself, though. Socially hovers around Longfellow, really curious about all of his stories. But Gage keeps his distance far, faaaar from everyone else. Marcy Long swung a folding chair at him, his first day visiting Sanctuary. Thinks little of Preston at first, but the moment he notices that they're almost the same person, just on the other side of the coin, has a crisis. Catches himself not criticizing Preston at one point, when he could have, and has to start a fistfight with him to feel better. Gets along great with Shaun and other local kids, who are into his raider stories. Marcy keeps hunting him for sport, though, so he only has a few minutes to talk before a rake goes for the other eye.

Hancock; Opinion of Danse does a complete flip the very second Danse apologizes. Hancock rubbed it all in his face, took schadenfreude in it. Then Danse's mental health dissolved into goo, and it stopped being funny. And then Hancock felt like fucking shit when the racist technofacist was the bigger man who felt terrible looking back on everything. It took time for their relationship to go from hostile, to civil, to friendly, but Hancock is basically a sphinx cat that wants to drape himself over Danse and cuddle all day. Danse, for his part, is grateful that Hancock could forgive him at all. Also, considers MacCready a brother, no exaggeration. Bobby is his little brother, Duncan is his nephew, blood be damned. It's good for him, after what happened with McDonough. Still refuses to process that. He never was on good terms with him, anyway, but...nope, not thinking about it. Doesn't do chems around Duncan, knows Bobby is iffy about it.

MacCready; Really didn't want to introduce Hancock to Duncan, for fear of Duncan having some...lingering memories about Ghouls. Nope. Duncan loves Uncle John to the moon and back. If Hancock isn't hugging on Danse, he's hugging on Duncan. Also befriends Jun, though he feels some guilt at his baby having survived. MacCready spends a lot of his downtime trying to educate himself, reads. Does those school workbooks if he can find them. Is really entertained by the notes left from the students using them, then gets miserable when he thinks about what happened to them. Incredible at any accuracy-based game. Don't challenge this man to ping-pong.

Nick; Resident therapist. Has, in earnest, considered installing a confessions box in the bunkhouse. Just when he thinks he's heard the worst of their lives, Hancock will remember that his brother buried him alive, or Piper mentions that her dad kept twitching at the funeral as they burned him, or Gage says one sentence about an ex-boyfriend. Then he reminds himself, yeah, these kids are Traumatized with a capital T. Wishes he could drink. Has a list of people to check on in order of priority, every week. Preston is first, Gage is last. Both reasons being, both have so many issues, but won't talk about them. Bangs his head on a wall when he notices this. Sits with Codsworth some afternoons and they share a private nervous breakdown. Has considered getting a gen 3 body, but...he'd want a custom, not someone else's, like Curie's situation. And not like OG Nick, either. Himself. Whatever that looks like.

Piper; Not over her parents dying and never will be. She was 14 when her dad died. Mom died giving birth to Nat. Had to be a mom, and then a mom and a dad, when she herself was a kid, still. Clings to the newspaper because it was all she had, her only power as a little girl alone in the Commonwealth with a toddler. Things get easier, but never less painful. Relocating to Sanctuary made things a bit better, especially since McDonough couldn't threaten to throw them out anymore. Jumped and screamed in place when she was proven right about him. Stopped when she noticed Hancock upset. Continued when she was out of his view, but quieter. Befriends everyone to some extent, but Gage. Gage has some...irritating opinions on the press, chief being, "Hey, you got everyone to kill each other, sounds like. What, that weren't the goal?"

No. What kind of name is Porter, anyway? Ugh.

Preston; So much pent up anger and frustration. Will never let it out. The restraint it takes to keep from maiming Gage like a fucking alligator could hold up the Prydwen if made a physical force. Very confused on what Gage thinks of him, though. Seems to change daily. But hey, he's always down to throw Gage out of a window. 10/10 way to spend an afternoon, eagerly looking forward to next time. Goes drinking with Danse often. Keeps an eye on Nick, sends Sturges his way if he starts making odd noises when he moves. Tries to keep some distance from the others. He lost people he thought family on Quincy...and some them, they didn't die. That was the bitterest thing of all, that they lived before anyone else.

X6-88; Has an interest in art but loathe to act on it. Very attached to his coat. Had a father figure in the Institute, was his personal servant. That man was killed by a rogue synth. X6-88 joined the courser program after the funeral. Protective of Shaun, ends up being popular with his child friends/classmates, who are all curious about the tall, dark man who doesn't speak much but holds Shaun's hand. Privately, X6-88 considered himself a child, young, once. Shaun is literally a child synth. That has to be confusing, being the ghost of dead man, made for his living parent. Dislikes Gage the most, dislikes Piper and Danse the least. Learns to respect Preston, even if he disagrees on his philosophies; at least someone on the top was trying to restore the world, even if it wasn't quite working. Has a fondness for sour apple candy.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #porter gage #codsworth

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