#curie is too sweet

[gogopangolin]

Curie and Nat

[zenithangelic]

Hai could I get fo4 complete reaction to the sole survivor being very big on giving praise? Like they're constantly complementing the companions but not in an overbearing way :) thank uuu

FO4 Companions reacting to the Sole Survivor's praise:

Cait

At first, she’s incredibly suspicious. Compliments? From someone who doesn’t want anything? She’s waiting for the catch.

Once she realises it’s genuine, she gets flustered and awkward, brushing off praise with a “Yeah, yeah, don’t go getting soft on me.” But she starts subtly craving it.

Eventually, she starts preening a bit when she hears it, standing a little taller. “Damn right I’m good at this,” she’ll say, with a small but proud smile.

Codsworth

Absolutely adores it. He lives to serve, and knowing Sole appreciates him fills him with robotic joy.

“Oh, you are too kind! I do try my best, of course!” He starts adding a little flourish when serving them tea, trying to impress them.

Might even get a little smug when others don’t get as much praise. “Ah, not everyone can be as meticulous as yours truly!”

Curie

Delighted and fascinated by Sole’s positivity, especially when directed at her scientific skills.

“Oh! You really think my work is amazing? That is… oh, you make me blush!” She absorbs every word like a sponge, eager to impress them further.

Over time, she starts paying the praise forward, complimenting others in the group in an adorable, awkward way: “Yes, Cait, you… hit that man so well! Such force!”

Paladin Danse

Completely unsure of how to process it at first. Praise was always tied to performance in the Brotherhood, not simple appreciation.

Starts standing up straighter, subtly shifting into parade rest every time he is praised. “That’s… good to hear, soldier.”

He may not say it, but it means something to him. Eventually, he starts seeking approval in small ways, hoping to get an extra “Outstanding work” when he pulls off something impressive.

Deacon

Smug as hell about it at first. “Oh, stop it, you charmer, you’ll make a spy blush.”

But deep down? It gets to him. Compliments aren’t something he gets often—especially not genuine ones.

He starts responding more sincerely over time, quietly muttering, “Y’know, you’re not too bad yourself.” That’s Deacon for I’m touched beyond words.

Dogmeat

Is a dog. Therefore, absolutely loves the praise and thrives on it.

Tail-wagging intensifies with every “Good boy!” until he’s practically vibrating.

Starts bringing the Sole Survivor even more random junk from the wasteland, tail wagging proudly as he receives his due recognition.

Gage

At first? Suspicious as hell. Compliments in Nuka-World usually meant someone wanted something.

Eventually, he starts accepting them at face value, though he plays it cool: “Yeah, well, I am pretty damn good at what I do.”

But if he ever hears a genuine “I trust you,” that’s it. That’s the moment he realises he’s actually loyal to them, no strings attached.

John Hancock

Drinks it up like the finest chems. “Oh, you really do know how to sweet-talk a ghoul.”

Starts playfully fishing for them. “I dunno, was that a badass move or the most badass move?”

But after a while, he stops playing—he just enjoys hearing them say nice things. It reminds him that he’s worth appreciating.

Robert MacCready

At first? Incredibly awkward. “Uh… thanks? I guess?” He’s not used to compliments that aren’t sarcastic.

Eventually, he starts mumbling a quiet “Thanks” and actually appreciating it. He never realised how much he craved validation.

If they ever tell him he’s a great dad? That’s it. He’s done. Might actually tear up.

Nick Valentine

Smirks at first, taking it in stride. “Careful, kid. A fella might start thinkin’ you like having him around.”

But deep down? It means a hell of a lot. People don’t usually appreciate him as more than an old synth detective.

Eventually, he starts throwing it right back. “Well, you’re not half bad yourself, partner.” And from him, that’s high praise.

Piper Wright

Blushes furiously at first, brushing it off. “Pfft, come on, you’re making me sound cooler than I am.”

Eventually, though? She starts believing it. Starts walking with a bit more confidence, feeling like she is as capable as they say she is.

She starts writing about them in a new way—not just as a legend, but as a genuinely good person.

Preston Garvey

Blinks the first time they compliment him, looking genuinely surprised. “You really mean that?”

He’s so used to being the one lifting everyone else up—it takes him a while to accept that someone wants to do the same for him.

Eventually, he starts smiling more. “Thanks, General. That means a lot.” And it really, really does.

Strong

Confused at first. Why is human saying nice things? What is this strange behavior?

Eventually, decides it is a human battle custom and accepts it. “YES. STRONG IS GOOD SMASHER.”

Might even start attempting his own version of praise: “HUMAN… IS GOOD TOO. NOT AS STRONG AS STRONG. BUT GOOD.”

X6-88

Is initially just... silent. He doesn’t know how to react. Compliments aren’t part of his programming.

Eventually, he just nods at them. “Noted.” But his tone softens over time.

He never outright asks for it, but if they ever stop praising him? He might just subtly start working harder for it.

Ada

Initially confused but appreciative. “That is… unexpected. Most humans do not take the time to compliment machines.”

Over time, she begins to recognise it as genuine appreciation and responds in kind. “Your leadership is commendable. I am… grateful to be part of this.”

Though she may not have emotions like a human, her tone becomes just a touch warmer when speaking to Sole, like she’s learning what it means to feel valued.

Automatron

Default programmed response: “Thank you for your feedback.”

But if they keep it up, the bot might start adapting its speech patterns. “Analysis: Positive reinforcement detected. Conclusion: You are… kind.”

If modified with a personality matrix, the bot might get cocky. “Yes, yes, I am the pinnacle of engineering excellence. Carry on, human.”

Old Longfellow

Grumbles about it at first. “Damn fool, ain't no need to butter me up. Just doin’ what I always done.”

But over time, he starts getting used to it. Starts looking forward to Sole’s words, even if he won’t admit it.

The real moment of breakthrough? When he finally mutters, “Heh. Y’ain’t so bad yourself, kid.” That’s Longfellow for I respect the hell outta you.

Porter Gage

At first? Suspicious as hell. Compliments? That ain't how the real world works. “Yeah, yeah, what angle you workin’, boss?”

But once he realises Sole is just… like that, he starts soaking it in. “Damn. Not used to hearin’ that kinda thing. Feels… nice, I guess.”

Eventually, he starts giving them a nod of approval in return. “Gotta say, boss—you got a way of makin’ folks wanna follow ya. Guess I picked the right side after all.”

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[amazinglyegg]

What the companions would make you if they had access to a kitchen:

Cait

I'm thinking a nice stir-fry or rice with a shit ton of vegetables and PROTEIN

Of course she loves her protein

Hmm or maybe a lasagna. Nice and dense.

Whatever she makes, there'll be enough of it to go around

She gives off food insecurity to me so I feel like she prefers to take her food and eat alone most days

But you WILL have a shitton of leftovers!

Codsworth

A nice breakfast spread like what you'd see in movies.

French toast, eggs (sunny side up or your preference if he knows it), bacon, several options of cereal in those little fancy cereal dispensers, pancakes or waffles depending on your preference, fresh fruit laid out...

And of course a glass of orange juice

He wants nothing more than for you (and anyone else you're sharing the meal with) to sit down and enjoy while he cleans the dishes and helps out

Just like old times <3

Curie

Baking time!!!!

Cookies are her go-to

Does that thing where you use your thumbprint to make a heart shape and fills it with jam

They come out perfect every time. She leaves them out on a plate and they're gone within a minute

Just be warned she might eat the cookie dough. Would definitely make edible cookie dough just to eat it raw at like 1am

Danse

He's a protein shake and plain hard boiled eggs type of guy

He wouldn't make you a meal, but would mealprep your entire week for you

(It's just plastic tupperware of boiled eggs and like, one whole carrot)

If he HAD to make an actual warm meal it'd probably look exactly like Brotherhood rations

Mashed potatos, plain crackers, and some vague meat in sauce

Deacon

This man lives like he will be killed via sniper if he ever expresses a genuine feeling

So as much as I'd like to say he'd make a meal that's really important to him, he'd probably just grab the nearest cookbook and pick a random recipe

Not even he knows what it's gonna be like until it's made

He also doesn't want to be associated with a certain meal so he'll only make it once or twice. If you want it again then YOU have to cook it!

If he's completely alone and just making something for himself, then maybe a nice sandwich or sub

I don't know why but he just gives off sandwich vibes

Dogmeat

Can't cook

He would, however, oversee the situation and taste test when needed

Gage

Grill dad

He'd make like, ribs and baked potatoes. Nice and filling and also pretty damn messy

Not too big on vegetable but he'd also grill like, corn on the cob or maybe some skewers

Chicken wings perhaps???

Maccready

Weird food combinations is this man's bread and butter (or bread and ketchup)

He WILL hand you a turkey sandwich with ketchup and potato chips in it. And it will taste good.

Or like, steak sushi. Spaghetti on pizza. Mayo dumplings?

He can make basically anything, but he just has some really weird preferences

If you can get over the strangeness it's actually pretty decent

Nick

Toast and black coffee <3

That's it

I mean like he'll make you tea or something if you don't like coffee

Pre-war Nick always had toast and coffee for breakfast in the morning so it's nostalgic to him

Old Longfellow

"Oh he'd make a fish based meal" NO. He lives next to the water he's probably SO DAMN TIRED OF FISH

Chicken noodle soup maybe, but like high quality chicken noodle soup with some nice spices

Or maybe a pot roast??

Piper

Weirdly enough, as much as she loves sweets I feel like she'd be a much better cook than a baker

She'd make a nice well rounded meal with protein, carbs, 1-2 vegetables. Gotta make sure Nat's eating well

Not huge on spices though. Like your mashed potatoes will be buttery and smooth as fuck but you're limited to like basic box gravy and maybe salt and pepper.

I feel like she can and will make an entire turky dinner. Just out of nowhere. There's like 7 different sides and an apple pie Curie made.

Preston

Oh this man will make a MEAN stew

It's his go-to. He can share it if needed, have leftovers to feed himself for multie days, and it's versatile

I'm thinking either radstag or brahmin meat, or maybe a bone stock, but in the past he's made stews out of basically anything, from bugs to deathclaw meat

He also has a soft spot for campfires and would love to roast marshmallows or cook hotdogs or something around a fire

X6-88

Grabs an apple for himself and leaves.

The Institute eats SUPPLEMENT PACKETS there is NO WAY this man knows how to cook

He's probably a picky eater too, and he only likes those packets

He's gonna be living off a diet of applesauce and ensure for a long while

Honestly he might enjoy taking his food (any food) and putting it in a blender. It fixes the sensory aspect of it.

[koi-p0nd]

Hi! Ok, so erm curly x gn reader :3 could you please do like.. right after Curly gets back home/earth, awaits his lover and possibly kids if you want to add them, so he has a little happy family. They were waiting like how ppl would wait for their loved ones in the airport, like by the plain idk (get it?..), and the reader gets a massive hug, kisses on the face attack,,, also lots of sweet attention for the children/child ofc

The story goes on just like Curly spoiling reader with his love and affection after being apart for so long, missing his erm kids/kid too, so he also gives them affection, duh (again, only if u want to- the children part is optional)

JUST A HAPPY CURLY ENDING PLS BUT WITH HIS LONG DISTANCE LOVER SINCE LIKE HES BEEN IN SPACE AND HE MISSES THEM VERY MUCH// sorry if this doesn't make sense ;P I tried.

I SWEAR TO GOD. I'VE BEEN NEEDING TO REWRITE THIS THING THREE TIMES CAUSE IT WON'T SAVE.

"Soft touches, sweet words and tender kisses."

Theme: Fluff/Wholesome

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, finally able to escape the same air that were constantly on the Tulpar.

Eyes scanning the crowd of people as Curly searched for you.

"Curly!" Is everything he hears before almost getting tackled with a hug by you.

Let's just say that you two tumbled down to the floor, laughing and grinning.

Risco, Cury's cat, meowing loudly and snuggling up to Curly's face.

"Hey- I missed you two!" He managed to utter out between chortles.

Expect five minutes of constant hugging on the floor before you two finally just stand up to continue hugging for another five minutes. With Risco partially screaming for attention from Curl as well.

The drive home is filled with laughter, jokes, flirting, and chatting. Talking about things that's happened for the two while Curly has been away on his shipment deployment.

The traditional pit stop at McDonalds and Jack In The Box for some foods and drinks on the way home.

Even some food for Risco as well.

After getting home and unpacking things and such, all the three of you gather up on the couch. Risco laying on you as you laid ontop of Curly, cuddling in the comfortable silence while watching some random show.

The occasional compliments and sweet words leaving both you and Curly.

Same with kisses and touches. Nothing to sensual, just gentle caressing on arms, waists, backs, necks and cheeks.

It makes Curly slightly blushy, having to grow used to how touchy you are again.

But he doesn't complain.

He gets touched starved when away on the shipments.

He might turn on some corny romance song and pull you up to have a slow dance, absolutely peppering your face in kisses and smooches.

Might leave a hickey on your forhead for smooching you there for too long.

You two would probably just die from laughing and wheezing at that.

You two are absolutely going to pull a few all nighters and absolutely fuck up your sleep schedule.

Baking together<3

Making smoothies and milkshakes for eachother for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Be prepared for gifts at all times at random times.

Why do you think you guys live in a villa for?

To have it empty?

You have it cuz Curly bought it SPECIFICALLY to decorate it with everything he buys for you and Risco.

[slocumjoe]

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.

[billsbabydoll]

“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

[decahedrones]

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:

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

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

[kairiscorner]

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?"

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[imagine-silk]

Fallout 4 ☢️ Masterlist ii

Companions react to SoSu painting a surrealist portrait of them [Cait, Codsworth, Piper, Dogmeat, Preston, Hancock]

Companions react to SoSu turning into a feral glowing ghoul

MacCready as a house husband

Female companions meeting SoSu ghoulified parents

SoSu saying they're going to make Goodneighbor a "better place"

Companions brushing a Fem!Teen!Reader's long hair [Hancock, Curie, Nick, Piper]

Companions as Darlings

SoSu turning into an actual dog

Yan!Girl who Darling just leaves

Female companions (+Haylen) watching a bad movie

Yan!Girl w/ a Darling who is aggressive towards him

Yandere Preston Garvey headcanons

Companions celebrating SoSu's birthday

Yan!Girls w/ Courser!Darling who's a runaway

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

Hancock w/ Reader who realizes they're a synth

Hand-holding Prompt 4 with Yandere Cait

SoSu who's a chill guy with a guitar [Preston, Hancock, MacCready, Danse]

9/20 touch prompt w/ Preston and MacCready

Yan!Piper hand holding prompt 24

Yan!Cait kiss prompt 16

SoSu leaving and then coming back months later

Yan!Cait kiss prompt 18

Yan!Piper kiss prompt 18

Yan!Girls w/ a Darling who coddles them

MacCready + Star gazing

Deacon + Historic

Yandere Preston, MacCready, Hancock, and Nick react to SoSu who's sweet but insane

Yan!Cait w/ Darling who wants to travel

Yan!Curie w/ a Courser!Darling

Thanksgiving w/ Male companions

Male!SoSu who has thassalophobia [Nick, Danse, Piper, Hancock]

SoSu who has chronic illness [Nick, Piper, Preston, Hancock]

Yan!Curie w/ Darling who wants to travel

Companions react to getting into a verbal fight with someone and then the same person comes back a week later to start it again

Companions react to SoSu who doesn't talk about themselves much

Christmas with the companions

Companions react to messy SoSu

Yan!Piper is interrupted by Yan!Nat

Yan!Cait and Curie react to Darling who says their accent is sexy

Poly!Yanderes Piper, Cait, and Curie

Yan!Girls react to SoSu leaving Synth Shaun to die

Male companions react to SoSu going away for awhile then coming back and confessing to them

Yan!Girls w/ Darling who feels guilty for not being as obsessed w/ them as they are to them

Male companions react to SoSu trying on their clothes even though it's too big for them

How Deacon and Hancock are when they have feelings for someone

Yan!Dudes w/ Darling who's a pre-war ghoul and very insecure about it [Girls vers.]

Preston dealing w/ SoSu who doesn't want to stop working as a coping mechanism

Nick w/ SoSu who worked w/ his pre-war

"Subtle" yandere traits [Preston, Danse, Gage]

Male companions react to SoSu w/ lives a double life as a hitman

Yan!Dudes w/ Darling who is in love with someone else [Girls vers.]

SoSu not having experience w/ same-sex relationships

Male companions proposing to SoSu [Girls vers.] [Preston]

M!SoSu turns out to be a vampire

SoSu taking out a deathclaw in one punch

NPC turned into a ghoul and asks if she should go back to her husband [Preston, Nick, Piper, Cait, Curie]

Companions react to SoSu being immune to radiation

Yan!Guys who's Darling has been kidnapped [Girl vers.]

Yan!Girls w/ Darling who tried to sneak out in their sleep

Companions react to Cannibal!SoSu promising not to ever eat them when they die unless given permission

Yan!Dudes react to meeting Darling's assaultron lover

Yan!Girl getting sick and needing their Darling to take care of them

SoSu treating all the synths as their grandchildren

Companions react to a Big Sister

Yan!Preston being "eaten"

TLOU infected in Fallout 4

PLEASE

Piper and Nick react if they walked in on Sole and Hancock's radio calls which are kind of private

Male companions taking care of sick!SoSu

Hancock reacts to sole say, "Are you the ghoul of my dreams because my geiger counter says that you're hot."

Nat blackmailing SoSu who was supposed to be babysitting for Piper

Giving Nat 'the talk' [Hancock, Piper, Cait, Curie]

Kent Connolly as a companion

Yan!Hancock keeping a courser who was spying in Goodneighbor

Nick reacting to SoSu asking him about moving to a gen3 synth body or a gen2 body that's less tattered

Nat punched a boy who was pulling her hair giving him a bloody nose [Piper, Cait, Nick, Hancock]

SoSu wanted to do paranormal investigations with Nick and Piper

React to SoSu getting pregnant after a drunk one night stand [Piper, Nick, Cait, Deacon, Hancock]

Companions react to 1 INT Nate (handling a crashout)

Companions react to "Picture You" by Chappel Roan

Yan!Girls w/ SoSu!Darling who's spouse is still alive

Yan!Girls w/ Darling who's traveling back home to Mexico

Hancock reacts to SoSu getting mad at him and giving him the silent treatment

Hancock react to SoSu getting turned on by him threatening them

Companions react to SoSu taming a deathclaw (gifs)

Yan!Dudes w/ SoSu!Darling who's wife is still alive

Yan!Girls w/ Darling who is OP and has plot armor

SoSu popped up from the dirt after being buried alive only to be mistaken for dead [Nick, Piper, Cait, Hancock]

If SoSu jumped on their back because they wanted a piggyback ride [Cait, Hancock, Nick, Piper]

SoSu has a crush on Hancock and sings to him

Nat wanting to venture out in the wasteland with wanting some excitement [Piper, Cait, Nick, Codsworth, Hancock]

What if sole, Hancock, and Deacon prank called Piper using the radio?

What if sole said to Shaun "What, I don't get a hug or anything?" since he is their son?

[rosepinksky]

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.

[shattered-person]

Love in Paris ~♡

Skk French waiter & British law student.

Dazai is a British law student, studying abroad in France with an strong desire to find someone to commit with in  the city of love. What could be more romantic than that?

Chuuya is a French waiter, working in a luxury restaurant to get enough money to finally claim his independence away from his brother and NOTHING is going to distract him.

Of course "nothing" doesn't apply to the infamous Osamu Dazai and before he knows it, Chuuya Nakahara is quickly finding himself trying to stop the brunette idiot from doing anything ridiculous...

Chapter #1: Settling in

Dazai yawned, he had only been on the plane for an hour and a half but he felt tired as hell.

"Ranpo-San, help meeee, the bag is so heavy!!" he complained to the other student, who came with him, as they exited the airport.

"Do it yourself, Dazai." responded the boy, munching on a lollipop.

"You're so mean~"

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A while after, the pair finally settled in their rented apartment. Nobody knew how long they would stay there. Possibly 3-4 years at most, so they made sure to get the most  comfortable living arrangement they could.

Though Ranpo had talked about a place with his boyfriend, a certain Poe , if Dazai remembered correctly.

"That was tiring." Stated Ranpo, still munching on what could possibly be the fourth lollipop of the day.

"You didn't even do anything?!"

"I want to buy sweets, let's go"

"Ok, but I heard that everything is closed on Sunday, we're a Tuesday so it should be good though"

Ranpo nodded, and they both set off.

"We're in France, it's Tuesday, 15:37, we're currently going to buy candy and next week we're starting in this university called "La sorbonne" or whatever right?"

"Yeah, cool right?"

"Cool" Dazai nodded.

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Chuuya sighed, it was 15:46 and he didn't know why but the restaurant he worked at suddenly became the tourist's number 1 attraction. There was customers coming in everywhere and he was grateful for Iceman & Albatross, who seem to have everything under control.

"Ça va, pas trop fatiguer Chuuya?" Asked Piano man (Are you okay, not too tired Chuuya?) "Ça pourrait allez mieux," (It could be better) responded the boy before walking off to an old couple.

Chuuya took their order, but since the wife and her husband spoke English, Chuuya has a bit more trouble , of course he new basic English considering the restaurant was a two stars that lots of tourists frequented, but it was still hard.

He did earn a generous tip so it was worth it, in his opinion. At 17:00 the restaurant closed, only to reopen at 19:45, leaving him with a solid 2 hours & 45 minutes of free time.

The ginger usually spent that time with the flags, which lead to them becoming great friends. Today however, Chuuya decided to go to the park. 

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" Parc Marie Curie " read the sign, satisfied Chuuya followed the path indicated before settling down and starting to sketch his surroundings and such.

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"Hey, Ranpo-San do you want to go somewhere else to eat?"

"Sure." Agreed the black haired man pointing to a sign that read "Parc Marie Curie"

When they got there, Ranpo sat on a bench and continued munching on what would now be the 3rd box of candy they bought.

While Dazai on the other hand talked enthusiastically about how romantic he found France and that he would commit double suicide with his lover here in the future.

"Ranpo-San would it hurt to jump off the Eiffel Tower" Asked the brunette

"Please don't try Dazai-San" Said Ranpo, now a serious look on his face. Dazai couldn't help it, he bursted out laughing at his friend's worried expression, before standing up, walking away and urging Ranpo to follow him.

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A/N

First chapter ✅

Yesss!!! I'm so happy, I did this bc I was bored but I love it sm! Please give me feedback as this is my first fic.

French is my first language so when i found out abt chuuyas "brother" being Paul Verlaine I HAD to do a French chuuya AU!! Hope you liked it!! Bye! Ash/Alex 💚💗💚

@salted-caramel-cookie @guess1mjustheren0w

[zenithangelic]

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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[lets-try-some-writing]

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.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

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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Get to know my OC! #1: Grace McCarthy (Updated)

I put out a poll about whether to make these posts and received a positive response, so I'll be making a post like this for each of my OCs and a master post when they're all done.

I made a post for Grace a while ago and am revamping it with updated lore.

Art by @nyarlah

Name: Grace McCarthy

Age: 33 (2077), 233 (2277)

Gender: Cis Female

Physical Description: Light brown hair, brown eyes, average height.

Personality: Being a former lawyer, Grace has a sense of justice. She's serious, but also fun-loving (which makes her and Deacon particularly well matched). She is dependable and adaptable, which has helped her establish a foothold and influence in both the Railroad and with the Minutemen.

Grace is also quite clumsy, which leads to some interesting stories and annoying blunders. She is excitable, sensitive, and sometimes overly blunt with others.

Background: Grace grew up in the Upper Peninsula/Northern Michigan. Her parents had a farm where they raised animals and harvested maple syrup. After spending most of her life in rural Michigan, Grace moved to Boston to study law, where she met her first husband, Nate. Grace graduated from law school and worked at a practice specializing in divorce and family suits.

Grace and Nate had a son, Shaun, born in 2076. They had a basset hound, Betty, too. Well, you know the rest. For 200 years, Grace was in cryosleep. She helplessly witnessed the murder of her husband and the kidnapping of her son. She was the sole survivor of the Vault 11 experiment, etc, etc. She joins the Railroad and becomes the General of the Minutemen before finding Shaun. Other than her more selfish reasons for joining the Railroad (*cough* spending time with Deacon *cough*), she finds the synth cause as her new purpose. She sees it as a new chance to help those in need. The same logic applies when she joins the Minutemen.

She opposes her son's ideals and dislikes who he has become. Despite the hurt it causes her, she ends up destroying the Institute and her son's work and saves the Wasteland (as well as the Synths who inhabit it).

Post game, she has a child with Deacon named Serena (born ~ 2288-89). They also have many pets: Dogmeat, multiple cats, Fluffy the deathclaw (RIP), and a gecko (of Fallout variety). I'm currently writing a fic that chronicles their family's post-war pilgrimage back to Grace's former home.

S: 4

P: 4

E: 4

C: 5

I : 8

A: 3

L: 3

Likes/Dislikes: Grace likes animals, sweet treats, reading, and spending time in nature. She dislikes the heat/summer season, sad movies, and confined spaces (especially after Vault 111).

Quirks: She's a flashy dresser. She loves wearing bright colors and unique accessories. She also loves matching outfits: She and Deacon frequently match outfits (Deacon also really, really enjoys this). Her favorite accessory is her purple hat (pictured in the first image). I like to think she's neurodivergent like me/OP. She started as a self-insert character, so I think that makes sense, right?

She's very expressive, and this is reflected in her body language. She uses her arms a lot when speaking. Her facial expressions can also be dramatic at times. I feel like these traits aid her in persuasion: even if someone isn't listening to her (which was often the case during her time as a female lawyer), they could catch the emotion of her argument through her face.

Relationships: Her closest relationship is with Deacon. They start out as friends and end up married by the end of the in-game timeline. I've written vignettes about their relationship (included in the links below). She's close friends with Nick Valentine, Hancock, and Curie. I've written about those three characters as well, both in and out of their relationships with Grace.

TLDR:

Spouse/Love Interest: Deacon.

Children: Shaun (with Nate, deceased), Synth Shaun, & Serena (with Deacon).

Close Friends: Codsworth, Nick Valentine, John Hancock, & Curie.

Friendly: Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, MacCready, Ada, & Longfellow.

Complicated: Danse.

Dislikes: X-66 & Porter Gage.

Occupation/Role: Lawyer (formerly), Railroad Agent (current), General of the Minutemen (current).

Faceclaim: Anne Bancroft

Links:

Adventures of the Wasteland: Vignettes that include Grace, Deacon, and other Fallout 4 characters.

New Fire (People in Love): Deacon and Grace smut fic. Little plot, soft smut.

the sole survivor (and a compulsive liar): A Spotify playlist I made with songs that remind me of Grace and Deacon's relationship. I use this when playing Fo4.