#f!sosu/danse

[fo4-hjinks]

fo4 incorrect quotes

Nick: If looking good was a crime, you'd be a law-abiding citizen.

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Deacon: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

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Cait: Ye look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Deacon: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Deacon: Danse, we tried things your way.

Danse: No, we didn't.

Deacon: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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Hancock: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

Sole: Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Hancock: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

Sole: You forgot pride.

Hancock: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

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X6-88/Cait: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Kidnapper: I have your partner. Sole: What? I don't have a partner... Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Sole: Oh my god, you have Cait.

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Sole, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea? Nick: Tea. Sole: Wrong. It's coffee.

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Danse: Is it still visible? Where Sole slapped me? Piper: Your face looks like a don't walk signal. Hancock: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box. MacCready: A palm reader could tell Sole's future by looking at your face. Deacon: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face. Danse: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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Sole: Bye Deacon! Bye Glory! Bye Tinker Tom! Bye Drummer Boy! Bye Deacon! Desdemona: You said ‘bye Deacon’ twice. Sole: I like Deacon.

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Piper: Oh look who got laid last night. Sole: That’s right chumps, missionary accomplished!

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X6-88: What's this? Sole, hugging X6-88: Affection! X6-88: Disgusting. X6-88: ...Do it again.

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MacCready: Where's Hancock? Sole: Don't worry, I'll find him. Sole, shouting: Sole sucks! Hancock, distantly: Sole is the best person ever! Fuck you! Sole: Found him.

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Deacon: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Sole: ICARUS?

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Preston: You read my diary? Deacon: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Sole: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi?? Codsworth: So fuck oxygen, I guess.

[the-purple-martin]

For @marvilus73 because her sole survivor Charlie is just as beautiful as she is. Sometimes Charlie inspires me when I think I have no inspiration left.

Chapters: 1 of 2 Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor, Paladin Danse/Sole Survivor Characters: Paladin Danse (Fallout), Female Sole Survivor Additional Tags: Fluff, Developing Relationship, Comfort, Literal Sleeping Together, Friendship, they’re a little stubborn Series: Part 1 of Charlie and Danse Summary:

Charlie had been so focused on not allowing herself to become attached that it hadn’t occurred to her that maybe Danse had been fighting the same feelings.

[slothssassin]

If you want asks for the Couples Questions #1 and #3 for any OC/pair you like. If not, that's fine too! No pressure!

Thanks a lot for asking :)

I'm going to answer these for my Sole Survivor Nancy and Danse. Art by the wonderful @tarberrymentats ♥

1. What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

For Nancy: The first time she met Danse in Boston she already noticed he had a handsome face, however, they were a bit busy with dealing with ghouls so she didn't think much about it. Only when they started travelling together she had this "oh no he's hot" moment. They had had a hard fight trying to clear out an old police department from ghouls and decided to spend the night there. Of course, to go to sleep, Danse had to get out of his power armour and he took off his hood. When Nancy finally saw his trained body in the BoS jumpsuit plus his full black hair she definitely was like "Wow... hot".

For Danse: No actual "damn she's hot" moment. When he first met her he was more intrigued by her personality, even though he noticed she had a beautiful face. When they started to travel together he caught himself looking at her more often than he should and had to admit that he definitely found her attractive.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

For Nancy: She noticed she had feelings for him quite early on, after they had travelled together for a while and he had started to open up, to show his true self and that he was indeed questioning the orders of the Brotherhood, even though he was such a loyal soldier. The actual "I think I love him" moment came later though, after Blind Betrayal, during a quiet evening they spent with their friends around a campfire, sharing a drink. He was having a deep conversation with Nick, apologising for his behaviour maybe, and actually laughed about something Valentine said. It warmed Nancy's heart to see him smile after all he had been through and showed her that her feelings were definitely more serious than she had imagined.

For Danse: The first time Nancy took him to Sanctuary, Preston came running towards them. There was a problem with one of the water pipes they weren't able to fix since other things had been too urgent. Nancy just sat down all afternoon, fixed the pipe with patience. When she was done, Hancock and Deacon came around and started joking, Hancock taking a hose and spraying Deacon with water. Nancy sat there, bursting out in laughter about them and Danse caught himself just staring, admiring her for the fact that, even in the harsh Wasteland, she was both able to lead and to work but also to just enjoy the pretty and fun things in life.

[sakom75]

Latest commission I had the joy of doing for @morbius-sire and @flickums! Danse and Olivia are one of my favorite yearly traditions at this point.

Also hi Tumblr, it’s been a while!

[slothssassin-art]

Nora and Danse for the wonderful @scorpio-skies, who won the second prize in my latest giveaway ^-^

[saibugs]

“This place is a mess,” Cristina mumbled under her breath as she and Danse sorted through the absolutely astounding amount of junk. They had been making their way through ArcJet slowly, searching every corner, every computer, every desk and trash can and container they could, and they still hadn’t found a damn deep range transmitter. The fact they knew they weren’t alone in this place only made the pair more cautious, although so far Cristina hadn’t yet seen these ‘synths’ Danse had spoken so negatively about.

“Let’s go further down,” Danse lamented as he searched through the last of the filing cabinets. “That transmitter has to be here somewhere…”

Cristina agreed, and checked her pistol before following him further down. Danse’s Power Armour hissed and whirred with each step, clunking together as he rounded corners and strode purposefully down lengthy corridors. Cristina’s courage was abandoning her with each second, but she refused to flee, not while she still needed Danse’s help.

“Halt!” Danse’s hiss stopped Cristina in her tracks, and she peered around him to see strange metal men patrolling a room. Danse clicked the safety of his rifle off and aimed, staring down the scope at the metal men. They were turning the room upside down, and Cris wondered what they were looking for. Danse seemed to know: “Damn it, I should have guessed the Institute would be here.”

“The Institute…?” she whispered back.

He explained as briefly as he could. Something clicked in the back of her mind, and she wondered… Could Shaun have been taken by these people? But she didn’t ask, pulling her pistol out and following Danse as he snuck towards the door.

It was a pity one of the synths turned and Cristina caught its eyes.

It wasn’t the abrupt detection that made her scream. It was the piercing yellow, the inhuman nature of those eyes that seemed to hold life and intelligence but at the same time did not. Danse yelled as the synths opened fire, pulling Cristina behind him and firing as quickly as he could. His shots were truer than those of the synths, and soon, metal scrap and ashes littered the room. Then he turned on her.

“What was that?”

“I panicked.”

“You don’t appear to have seen a synth before, I’m guessing.”

“You would be guessing correctly,” she admitted. “That thing…”

“That thing, exactly. That abomination.” The venom dripping from his tone made Cristina want to shrivel and turn into dust. She watched him as he kicked a door down and grunted. “Damn it.”

“What?” She strode over and noticed a locked door. “Oh, we should be able to get through that…”

“If we can find a release for this lock.” Danse examined the door. “Look around.”

Cristina spotted the terminal, and made her way over. Booting it up, she noticed it struggled a little, as if it hadn’t been used in centuries. It probably hasn’t, she reminded herself as she sat on the chair in front of it and tried to hack into it. It was a breeze for her—she had a lot of practice—and she managed to unlock the door that way.

Danse turned to face her as it swung open. “Good work, civilian.”

“Thank you.” She stood and walked over, following him inside, pleased with her own abilities.

“The Scribes would have a field day in here,” Danse mused as he and Cristina walked down the stairs. His eyes never left the jet engine suspended in the centre of the chamber, and Cris wondered how in the world he didn’t fall down the stairs. “I’ll have to mark this location for sweep and retrieve after we’ve cleared it out.”

“There’s… nobody in here?” Cristina asked as she looked up at the jet, praying to whatever higher power was listening it didn’t switch on. “I’m going to explore, if you need my help just sing out.”

“Understood.”

Cristina pulled away and walked into a separate room. She could hear whirring, and peered around a corner to find an active generator with a fusion core slotted inside. She hurried over and extracted it, easily able to use it for her own Power Armour back at Sanctuary… or another set if she found one. The terminal attracted her attention, and she rerouted the auxiliary power to the engine… although she didn’t really know why she did that. She also located a strange gun, and picked it up before yelling attracted her attention.

She sprinted out and yelled as she saw a sea of synths closing in on Danse. He noticed her out of the corner of his eye and yelled, “HIT ANY BUTTON YOU SEE! HIT ANYTHING!” So she obliged, slapping her hands down on every button she could… including the big red one she had been reluctant to touch.

The doors sealed, and locked her in. A voice came over the intercom and announced a test of the engine suspended above the battle in front of her. “DANSE!” she screamed as it counted down, but he didn’t appear to be able to hear her as the engine began to fire.

The heat blasted her through the window, and she stumbled back, covering her face. Danse yelled in pain and collapsed to his knees. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see him get reduced to dust.

When the engine died, she looked up and saw him on his knees, gasping for air, but alive! She sprinted out and ran over to him, her heart in her throat. “Oh my God are you okay?!”

“Got… cooked by those… flames,” he managed. “But… my Power Armour… kept me… intact.” He pushed himself to his feet, stumbled a bit, and shook his head. “Let’s keep going…”

“I didn’t find the thingy,” Cristina admitted.

“Not an issue. That lift over there is operational now, while it wasn’t before.”

She headed over to it and hit the call button, waiting as it descended the shaft. Danse stayed beside her, his armour radiating heat, and she almost stepped away. Almost. As the door slid open he gestured for her to go first, and she nodded before stepping in. He stepped in and hit the button, and the elevator ascended until it was in a new room, full of synths.

Danse sprinted out of the room, shouting as he opened fire. The synths whipped around and fired, but they were no match for Danse and his rapid fire. One synth made towards an elevator on the other side of the room, and Cristina shot its knee out. It faceplanted the wall and tried to crawl away, but Danse put it down and the battle was won.

“Can you see the transmitter anywhere?” he asked as he looked around. “Maybe search the bodies over there. I’ll search these ones.”

“Got it.” She walked over to the one who’d attempted escape and found some technology she didn’t understand. This has to be it! She stood and called, “I think I found it!” As Danse looked over she held it up, and he nodded.

“Excellent work. Now, let’s get outside, and we can talk further.”

They headed outside. Cristina had never been more glad to feel the breeze on her face, but she followed Danse and stopped when he turned to her. She could see relief, minor disdain, and surprise in his eyes, but none of it showed on his face.

“Well, that was… not the best work ever, but I must say, I am impressed with how you handled yourself in there.”

“How I handled myself? I hacked a few terminals and picked a few locks, you did most of the shooting.”

“Still, without you, I would likely be dead.”

“And you were almost dead with me, too. That jet engine…”

He raised his hand. “It matters not. What counts is that we retrieved the transmitter, and we are both alive. I’d like to compensate you for your trouble, so here, take this.” He held out his own rifle.

Cristina stared. “I can’t take that.”

“I insist.”

“But you won’t have a weapon?”

He pulled an identical one from somewhere in his armour. “I have an issued spare. Besides, I’d rather you have mine. You need it more than I.” He gazed pointedly at her 10mm as he spoke.

Dogmeat barked beside her, and she blinked. “Hello, boy.”

“Did you leave him at the door?”

“Yeah. Figured it might be safer.” She chuckled, and took the gun, swapping it for the transmitter. “Thank you, Danse. It’s appreciated.”

He nodded. “I would also like to offer you a place within the Brotherhood’s ranks.”

She stopped. The Brotherhood would be able to assist her… but at the same time… “I… I’m sorry, Danse. I’ll have to decline.”

Disappointment flashed in his eyes. “I see. Well, in any case, my offer stands. You are welcome to take me up on it at any time.” He thought on something. “Now, you said you needed assistance once you assisted us?”

“I…” For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to say it anymore. “I did, but… but maybe it’s best if I didn’t bug you with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” She gave a weak smile. “It’s fine, Danse. I’ll… I’ll figure it out myself.”

He doubted this. “Alright, but the Brotherhood would be honoured to assist you.” He said nothing more as he turned and left, leaving her to mull over her decision. Dogmeat whined and licked her hand, and she scratched his ears in turn, wondering if she should have asked…

[scorpio-skies]

Danse waiting for Nora to hurry up and order at The Last Plank. 

Fun fact! Nora’s a good cook and prefers cooking for herself & companions where possible! Following a bad experience with “Vadim’s Pot Luck” at the Dugout, she’s extra wary of what she eats... 

So Danse might be waiting for a while.

[gay-spaghetti]

Fallout 4 FURRY Companions!

Wowza! This one was a BEAST to draw. It was SO much fun though!!

As you can see, I’ve turned the Fallout 4 companions into fursonas! 0w0 because of course I did, haha. I also included my sole survivors ^u^

Here’s the speed-paint ~> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CEBaTGyeSM And here’s a video I made for my Video Art final! ~> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72AdarHc7qI

BG, Transparent version, and the list of all the animals are under the cut! :D

Augustus (M! Sosu) - German Shepherd Liberty (F! Sosu) - Blond German Shepherd MacCready - Rat Hancock - Cat Cait - Fox Preston - Deer Deacon - Chameleon Curie - Peahen Nick - Bloodhound Piper - Cardinal Danse - Husky X6-88 - Crow Strong - Gorilla Porter Gage - Alligator Old Longfellow - Polar bear

* “Rat”Cready inspired by [this post] by @galoogamelady​ and @cameronaugust​​​​ ​

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Fic Author Self-Recommendation tag game!

When you're tagged, post your top five favorite fics that you've written! (If you're written leas than five then post all of them!)

I was tagged by @kittimau and @possumteeths !

I'm pretty green to fic writing and don't honestly have much more than 5 but here we go!

Illusions

RJ MacCready/F!Sosu :: I wanted to write a fic where the sosu's capacity for success didn't relate directly to their combat skill. So I made a sosu who couldn't hardly defend herself. And then I threw RJ at her and made him fall head over heels. My first fic, and I started doing intuitive 'spruce it up' edits to the first few chapters a while back which I will eventually finish 🤪

Secure

Craig Boone/F!Courier :: Boone fics are always so damn dramatic and full of yearning and heartache and approximately 80k of build up before they finally kiss or whatever and slow burns are great and all but I wanted to write something different. It's pretty dramatic and it's still full of yearning and heartache, but they fuck in the first chapter. And also all the other chapters.

Bunny Dear

Deacon/F!Sosu :: Deacon and Whisper are a kinky bdsm couple. Except they're not a couple. The people they pretend to be while they're fucking aren't even couples... until now! This is the story of the first time they show each other some vulnerability after months of rough sex. Except it's not them being vulnerable, so it's fine.

Unashamed

Craig Boone/F!Courier :: One Shot. Courier wants to get dicked down good and totally asks the wrong dude. Boone fixes that.

Earn It

Deacon/F!Sosu :: Prequel to Bunny Dear. Deacon and Whisper go undercover as strangers. The strangers bone.

I'm tagging @pumpkinov @twosides--samecoin @totally-not-deacon @danses-with-dogmeat @adventuresofmeghatron

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Love your entire blog! Y'know the whole 'birds aren't real' conspiracy? Companions reacting to the SoSu going on and on about that + finding out they were right, since the Institute has robot birds all over the commonwealth

Aww, thank you so much!!! 🥰💙💛 And I love your request! 😍😍😍

Yes, I actually am familiar with this conspiracy, and I think it's really interesting that you suggested it. Conspiracies are definitely a fun thing to have the companions react to 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much for this unique suggestion and I hope you enjoy! 😊💙💛💙💛💙

Cait - Thinks that F!Sole is absolutely crazy. She thinks it is a preposterous idea for birds to be some sort of Institute spies, and she actually even asks F!Sole if she has been hanging out with Piper for too long and Piper has somehow managed to get all those weird conspiracy theories into her head. However, when F!Sole figures out that she was right about the whole thing, Cait is totally shocked and does not exactly know what to think anymore.

Piper - Has been one hundred percent on board with it ever since F!Sole started discussing it, and she actually had sources on it before F!Sole even began talking about it in the first place. And when F!Sole finds out she was right and tells Piper about it, Piper is very excited and makes sure to start drafting an article now that she has a witness who has been to the Institute and found out things.

Curie - Believes that F!Sole's theory is quite probable. After all, Vault-Tec and the Enclave had released tons of robotic birds in Pre-War times, so who is to say that the Institute does not have robot birds? And when F!Sole figures out that there actually are fake birds spying on the Commonwealth, Curie desperately wants to capture one and study it.

MacCready - Honestly thinks she's a little crazy. That's really out in left field even given the way that the Institute operates. However, when she figures out that she's actually right about the whole thing, he is really shocked and honestly cannot believe that he was seriously being spied on all this time and he had no idea of it. He has seen an unbelievably large amount of birds during his time in the Commonwealth. Knowing that so many could be spies only reinforces his comfort with having a rocky ceiling above his head.

Deacon - Is sort of skeptical, but thinks that it could be true. After all, they've made synthetic human spies, so it would not be surprising if they made animals that were fake, too. Tinker Tom had been talking about the possibility of the birds for a while, and for F!Sole to bring it up, too, Deacon wonders if there is some merit to it. And when she finds out that there actually are spy birds, then he does not doubt it anymore and actually starts being even more careful when he's out and about.

Codsworth - Thinks that the entire thing is a little farfetched, but he decides to withhold that opinion and let her believe what she wants. However, when she finds out that she's right, he is quite shocked and feels bad for doubting her and thinking it was absolutely poppycock. From then on, he makes sure to pay more attention to the things that he does not always agree with or think is true.

Hancock - Does not doubt it nor believe it. He thinks it's possible but he also thinks that it could be a load of crap. So he does not voice an opinion on it, and just listens to her talk about it. He cannot help but feel a little weirded out and somewhat surprised when she finds out she's right. He supposes they must have quite the eyeful from all the times he has gone skinny dipping in his lifetime.

Danse - Actually believes her when she brings it up. The Brotherhood has been investigating these birds ever since they arrived in the Commonwealth, and there is definitive evidence that they are real. When she finds out from the Institute itself, he is very pleased to have their theory validated.

Preston - Thinks it's a little crazy but keeps it to himself. He guesses that it is alright if they both have different opinions and he does not have to intrude upon hers with his own when she is simply discussing hers. However, when she actually finds out it's real, he definitely feels pretty weird about everything. It takes a while for him to be able to look at a bird in the same light again even after the Institute is destroyed (assuming the player takes that route).

Valentine - Does not know if he completely believes it, but he definitely does not refute it either. He knows the Institute are some nasty, wicked people, and they would definitely make birds just to spy on the citizens of the Commonwealth. Therefore, when she discovers she was right about all of it, he is not totally surprised, and he is pretty willing to believe that it is indeed the truth.

X6-88 - Is not at all surprised that she believes this. It is actually true, and he admires her for being able to figure it out. Although he does wonder how she discovered it. He proceeds to tell her that she is correct and that her theory is valid, and she is ridiculously excited about it and finds it to be both enraging and a great victory. X6 is not sure what to make of the reaction to his words.

Strong - Does not understand and is quick to yell very loudly at her that birds are real and that anyone can see them flying around. He thinks that she is being ridiculous and he will not tolerate her discussing it even remotely. Even when she finds out she's right, he doesn't believe it and he thinks she's absolutely nuts.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

“Learning Curve” Danse x F! SoSu (nsft)

(Horny bitches. This may just end up being a series based off some old Headcanons I posted) @falsenostalgia-sundries

If there was one thing you knew about Danse, it was that he was a damn good soldier. He is nothing short of valiant, obedient, adaptable, and quick. Oh yes, he was damn good for many reasons- but there was one that also made him so good at being "your's". He was a quick learner. At least..that much was obvious right about now.

It was perhaps only an hour after your patrols on deck had came to an end, promptly meeting up with your Paladin in a way that was surely not as discreet as it probably should've been. Oh well, you were in love, people do dumb things when they are. Regardless, the two of you shared a small meal from the mess hall and a few drinks, indulged each other in light conversation..that became not quite as "light" momentarily.

There came a point in this conversation of your's that words seemed to no longer demonstrate what you wanted to express- a mutual desire brewed from absence felt between the two of you so intensely materializing that the air itself became infused. It was around the time of this realization that you decided to lock Danse's door, trotting back to the Paladin with a happy grin and attacking him before he could even process what was happening.

Not that he would complain at all though. He was just pleased that you made the first move. Either way, regarding your love's devotion to being so perfectly obedient...

A couple kisses and a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed later, you found yourself resting against your elbows atop Danse's mattress. Your dearest Paladin kneeled down before you between your legs with furrowed eyebrows and a type of determination in his eyes that at any other given time would've surely made you giggle.

With his two large hands, Danse tentatively scooted you closer to the edge of the bed- placing your sex mere inches away from his face in the process. "I..I must admit I've never done anything like this.." He sighed, deep amber eyes ever so slightly averting from your line of sight so he wouldn't have to face what shame he felt at the prospect of not being able to satisfy you. The poor man was even blushing, the flesh of his face and chest flushed in a subtle pinkish hue that only added to how genuinely astonishing it was to see him like this. It wasn't very often one could get passed that hard exterior of his, but then again..you've always had a knack for breaking past it.

Figuring words would have to be too carefully constructed as not to discourage him, you gently carded your fingers through his thick hair, settling one hand at the back of his head to rest- not yet pushing him just in case. Nonetheless, Danse understood the meaning behind these actions- responding with a small nod of his head seconds before he allowed mere instinct to take over.

Obviously given with much thought, Danse commenced by turning his head to the side, placing small kisses from your inner thigh up. Having his mouth so very close yet too far in all the same respect sent a shiver down your spine, the flame like arousal you felt already by just having him between your legs metaphorically having gasoline thrown on it with each passing breath you felt him exhale. Had he meant to tease you so? You wouldn't know.

After giving your other thigh the same treatment, those fierce dark eyes glinted back up to you whilst he pressed more of his kisses into your flesh- only this time he hadn't stopped. This time he finished the round off by placing one single peck right above where you silently prayed he would hurry up and ravage. Only seconds later, Danse allowed his hands to travel to your thighs- gently pressing his fingertips into them barely deep enough to dimple the skin before he finally gave into what you wanted most and flattens his tongue along the slit of your weeping cunt.

Just like that, it was as though fireworks had went off- a shockwave of relief trembling down from the pit of your stomach down to your toes. One lick shouldn't have felt so good, but the anti soutien surely made it so.

Gingerly clutching his dark hair, you let out a sharp gasp. "Yes.." Was all you could think to say, once more afraid that the wrong word or sound could send him off. Thankfully, that small praise worked for him- now brave enough to continue on but this time actually parting your folds and dipping inside. Whatever apprehensions Danse obviously had..you were beginning to think they for naught- he was by no means a god at this..but he listened.

Each little moan or gasp you let out, he made sure to revisit that spot in the same way. If you tugged on his hair, he made certain to follow exactly where you leading. Just like right about now, although the small kitten licks were nice- you craved more. Your very core tightening around nothing but emptiness and painfully aching as a result. Seeing it as a good solution, you pushed his head forward, shoving his face closer into your cunt- receiving a muffled grunt in response from the man below you, his eyes rolling back into his head before slipping closed completely.

He couldn't seriously be getting off to this so much, could he?

"Shit, keep that up..damn..I'm going to cum in no time.." you breathed heavily, trying so hard to keep steady so you wouldn't start screaming your head off. The last thing you wanted to do was alert Kells or Maxson. Seeing as their quarters were less than thirty feet away, that fear was a great threat.

It soon wouldn't matter anyways- for after you guided your devout lover's head just the slightest bit further up, he got the wonderful idea to wrap his lips around your clit and give it careful lick. A sudden warmness enveloped you consequently making you cry out, your free hand quick to clasp over your own mouth so the sound wouldn't repeat itself.

As scared as he may be of being caught his own commanding officer's in this position, Danse received great pleasure from pulling such a response- unbeknownst to you, smiling as he felt you jerk your hips the slightest bit. Now he was the one making you fall apart and he loved every second of it.

Just as the stimulation to your clit became too much, he would somehow knowingly switch back to tonguing you open- his tongue undoubtedly sore by the time you felt your thighs begin to tremble. From then on out, everything was amplified.

The ringing in your ears, the excruciating pleasure, his groans, and most notably- the loud smacking sounds produced by him working you over..it was too much. Much to your dismay, you hadn't even been able to give Danse a proper warning before your orgasm swept over you- fingers now pulling his hair as his tongue gently lapped against your folds to soothe the intense sensitivity.

Perhaps the best part was seeing the way he looked once he departed from between your thighs. His pupils blown wide and his face shiny from your slick...it's a wonder you didn't automatically insist he take your spot so you could repay the favor.

[ajdouglaswrites]

Tagged by @purrpletartan thanks, btw and sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this. I've been spending my free time playing catch up in the garden and loving on my new baby chickens.

Top 3 ships:

Gonna go with my oldest ship, Rudy and Cecilia from Wild Arms, the ship that got me into shipping before I knew what shipping was.

I can't even explain this one, but Botan and Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho. I've read every fic for them that has existed in the history of the internet.

And Nora (f!SoSu)/Danse from Fallout is my most recent one and what I've been writing fics for lately.

Last song: IDK, but my 4 year old's soccer coach had them running around to Taylor Swift at practice and now Shake it off is hopelessly stuck in my head.

Currently reading: fanfics, and one of my colleague's books: Man of Nightstone by Devon Drake. He's a cool dude and you should check it out if you like dark fantasy.

Last movie: Finally watched Ready Player 1 with my husband after it sat on our DVR for like... a year. 🙄I'm not a movie person.

Currently watching: usually whatever the kids are. 😅 My youngest is obsessed with Spiderman and the oldest loves cooking shows. I seldom have time to sit and watch anything, really.

Playing: Still working through a survival run of Fallout 4 when I have time. Also have Cold Steel 2 waiting for me on the back burner.

Tagging: I'm not really too interactive on here. So if you wanna participate, consider yourself tagged. 😅

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

master post

finished reacts:

companions react to a painting of him and sole

companions react to f!sole disappearing and finding her gravely injured

companions and their favorite prewar films

companions react to an affectionate, sleepy sole

companions [+codsworth/preston/maxson] opinion on starting a family with f!sole

companions react to a sosu who’s plays guitar

companions react to sole taking a knife for them in the middle of a fight

companions react to fake dating with sole for a mission

companions [+x6/codsworth/preston] react to a sole who spent her childhood in a village and teaches settlers how to make booze from fruit or how to butcher and smoke brahmin

companions ideal date night

companions [+preston] react to sole wanting them to dance

companions react to a silent sole abruptly saying ‘i love you’ to them

newly recruited companions [+preston] react to telling sole they need the restroom

companions [+maxson] react to a sole with long, thick, and curly hair

companions react to their child blaming themselves for f!soles death

companions react to a usually stoic/expressionless sole who suddenly bursts out into laughter

companions [+preston, x6, and sturges] react to having a huge crush on f!sole

companions react to raising a deathclaw who ends up becoming loyal to him and the sole survivor

companions react to a sole who can swing/blues-dance

companions and their love languages

companions react to getting caught with lovemarks/lipstick stains on his or soles skin

companions react to nearly killing sole

companions react to waking up and finding f!sole playing/doing cute things with their child(ren)

companions react to someone slapping/striking f!sole

companions react to catching sole under the mistletoe with someone else

companions react to sole organizing a secret santa

companions react to sole holding their hand out of fear

headcannons:

nick valentine headcannons [preromanced/romanced] [male sole survivor]

gage/danse raising synth shaun

companions and what their prewar life would be like

companions react to sole asking for midnight cuddles

companions react to f!sole telling them she’s pregnant

companions scars + hancock’s toe

sturges and how he reacts to someone he has a crush on

companions and how they act when they’re jealous

companions and their first kiss with f!sole

deacon reacts to sole risking their life for him

prompts:

angst:

deceased loved ones (based off x):

nick valentine/sole survivor

sturges/female sole survivor

danse/female sole survivor

hancock/sole survivor

fluff:

writing prompts (based off x)

danse/female sole survivor

hancock/maccready/deacon react to kissing sole/sole kissing them

danse/female sole survivor

x6-88/female sole survivor

fluff:

writing prompts (based off x)

maccready/female sole survivor

angst:

writing prompts (based off x)

deacon/sole survivor

nick/nb!sole survivor

danse/female sole survivor

hancock/sole survivor

danse/sole survivor

fluff

writing prompts (based off x)

maxson/nb!sole survivor

danse/female sole survivor

sturges/female sole survivor

gage/sole survivor

deacon/sole survivor

chapter stories/fanfiction:

Everything has Changed series [sturges/f!sole]

chapter 1

[slothssassin]

"Worst nightmare" for the oc of your choice >:D

Ohh thanks for asking!! Sorry this took forever! I decided to write some fluff for my Sosu Nancy and Danse, so here we go!

Soaked in sweat, Danse abruptly woke up. For a brief moment he did not know where he was or what had happened. Had anything happened at all? He felt terrible, trembling, afraid, but slowly he realised that he was in no immediate danger. This was... yes, he was lying in a soft bed, their soft bed. The room around him took shape, silhouettes in the darkness, but still everything was as familiar to him as ever - the red sofa next to the bed, his clothes lazily thrown over it, the desk with countless files under the window....

“... Babe?”

The sleepy voice right next to him gave Danse the final assurance that everything had to be alright. Slowly, Nancy straightened up in bed, examining him with worried eyes before placing her hand on his muscular upper arm.

“Are you alright, Honey?”

Her voice was only a whisper, but it calmed Danse more than anything else. He took a deep breath and stroked his sweaty face with a large hand before taking Nancy in his arms and pulling her near. She slid closer, rested her head on his shoulder and stroked over his bare chest.

“It’s okay, don’t worry” he answered quietly “Just a nightmare…”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

Nancy hugged him tightly. Her black hair tickled Danse’s shoulder.

“I…”

He hesitated. What exactly had he been dreaming about? Incoherent images flashed through his head, not becoming clearer. Weapons, fights, death, Nancy's bloodied face... his heart began to beat fast and Danse felt his fear come back. The hand on his chest had paused. He knew Nancy was looking at him.

“I can’t remember” he whispered “But it was the worst nightmare I’ve had in a long time.”

“I’m sorry, Honey.”

Nancy's hand had now moved up, stroking his cheek. Gratefully, Danse nestled his face against her.

“I’m here, okay?” her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Danse gave in to the light pressure on his cheek and allowed Nancy to turn his head so they were looking at each other. She seemed worried, but her blue eyes were full of affection.

“I’m here” she said again before gently kissing him on the lips.

Thankful, Danse returned the kiss and pulled Nancy a little closer to him again. Slowly, he felt her presence driving all other thoughts from his mind, finally calming down.

[nuka-colacherry]

Romanced danse and/or gage react to finding pre-war pin up style pictures of f! Sosu in her belongings or something?

Sorry I couldnt include Gage in this. I'm going through a major writers block rn and I couldnt think of what to write for him. I just wanna get something out. I'll try to add him later though ❤ thanks for the request!

Danse

• It had been a long week for Sole and Danse. They had been traveling throughout the Commonwealth nonstop, and finally decided to stop and rest in Diamond City for a bit. After checking in at the Dugout Inn, Sole left to go catch up with her friends. Danse decided to stay behind and preform maintenance on his armor.

• He really hadn't meant for it to happen. Sole had thrown her bag on top of his and he had to move it. But as soon as he picked up the bag, a small piece of paper fell out of it.

• Danse picked it up to put it back in her bag but the colorful image caught his eye. He turned the small image to look at it and... was that Sole? With a frown, he stepped into the light to examine the picture more closely.

• Danse's frown deepened as he gently traced over the picture with his finger. A weird mixture of nostalgia and sadness crashed over him. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Sole had come from a long bygone era and had probably been a different person before she stepped out of that vault.

• He was pretty sure the picture was actually a drawing of Sole, it was still very obviously his Sole. She was healthier and had less scars dotting her skin. A wide smile painted her lips, and she had a radiant glow that had faded because of her time in the Wasteland. She was still stunning, but the Sole he knew seemed so different from the girl in the picture.

• If someone had told him that this women would become a force that would change the Commonwealth forever, he'd struggle to believe it.

• After looking at the photo for a few more seconds, Danse carefully slid it back into Sole's bag. He gathered his supplies and started caring for his power armor, wondering what his life could have been like if he was born before the bombs fell.

[falloutfangrell]

In that case (if nsfw is alright with you) can you write some fluffy smut for (pre or post blind betrayal- whichever is easiest) paladin danse x f!SoSu where she’s comforting him ( maybe a ptsd episode or just something along those lines if it’s not too much) thank you so much!!

Sole and Danse were on their way back to Sanctuary from clearing a building of synths when the yellow tinted clouds began to form overhead.

“Damn it, we’re going to have to stop for the night” Sole said, taking a moment to look at the map on her pip boy for somewhere close.

Before Danse could even work out a reply, the irradiated rain began to fall, soaking them within seconds.

“Crap, come on, in here” Sole shouted, voice muffled by the roaring of the storm, as she pointed towards an old cargo truck. Thankful that he wasn’t currently in a full suit of power armour that would take up too much space in the small truck, Danse hurriedly followed Soles movements, lifting the shutter and clambering into the back of the truck after her.

A few moments passed while their eyes adjusted and Sole dug around in her rucksack for something. Danse could vaguely make out her white buttoned shirt clinging to her gorgeous form from being saturated. Damnit he wished his mind didn’t wander to the gutter so much around her. “Ah ha” She held up a small candle and flip lighter. The rain began to ease slightly, just enough so the hammering on the tin roof wasn’t as deafening, and they could talk at a comfortable level. Not that they’d be doing much talking. Danse had barely said a word since everything happened, unsure on how to move forward.

“Hey, you alright? Here.” She said, breaking his train of thought as she tossed him a rad away and began injecting her own. Danse sighed and set down his pack, then his sleeping bag to sit on, and finally got comfortable and administered his own rad away. Silence fell between them, tension so thick in the air you’d be able to cut it with a knife.

“Danse..” Sole began. He looked up at her, knowing what conversation was coming, his eyes full of what could only be described as shame.

“Please, Sole, I just...” he stopped, putting his head in his hands, building up the courage to say everything that’s been gnawing at him for days. “I don’t know what I am anymore, I’m the very thing I swore to destroy, and yet you won’t let me do that. I’ve lost my home, my family, everything..and I don’t even know if it was mine to lose, or just something programmed into my life, written out on a piece of paper for me. I don’t know anymore.” He avoided her gaze like it would burn him.

“It doesn’t matter who, or what you are, you’re still Danse, and no matter what, you’ll always have me by your side, I don’t care what you are, because I know who you are.” She said in the gentlest way possible, and he felt tears brimming in his eyes.

“But what if I hurt you Sole?! I could never live with myself! I don’t know what I’m capable of, I don’t know what I am for gods sake!” He fought back the wobble that over took his voice, trying to hard not to break this character he’d spent so long hiding behind.

“You are you.” She replied, so matter of fact about it. “You have your own ways, your own personality..your own feelings” she looked away for a moment, almost blushing slightly.

“But how do I know they’re mine and not just generated for me?” He said, in such a cold tone Sole winced ever so slightly.

“Because computers can’t love” she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

Before she even knew what was happening, Danse had pulled her close to him by her shirt collar, into a kiss, a strong yet so gentle kiss, putting all his emotions into every movement. She was in such shock, unsure on what was happening.

When they broke apart, both were blushing like mad. Danse cupped Soles cheek and looked her in the eyes. “To feel something so strong for someone...this is mine. This is mine.” He said assuring himself, tears running down his cheeks, as he pulled her into another kiss. Now that she was in less shock, she kissed back, making sure to get across to him that she definitely felt the same way.

Sole moved closer to him and he lifted her and put her on his lap so she was straddling him, they both flushed a bright crimson as they continued to deepen their kiss. Sole ground her hips testing him, and was pleased when she received a slight moan back in response.

Danse untangled his hand from her hair and began running it up the back of her shirt, smoothing both hands up and down her curves, taking in every warm patch of skin his palms were met with.

Sole pulled away from him slightly before looking him in the eyes, a serious tone on her face. “Danse, do you want this? I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re so down, you mean more to me than that.” She said, worryingly.

“Sole..I’ve wanted this for so long. All the times you fought with me for the brotherhood, the days and nights we spent travelling and getting to know each other, when everything went to shit you chose me over the entire brotherhood and even risked your life to save mine... yes, I’m sure.”

Their lips were tangled together again in an instant, Danse reaching under Soles shirt to unclasp her bra, why she insisted on wearing a bra in the wasteland was beyond him. She smiled into the kiss and reached round to assist him, and once the bra fell loose, Danse undid her buttons and rolled her tight wet shirt down her shoulders. Danse stopped to admire her breasts for a moment, hungrily taking in her beauty.

Sole frantically began unzipping his flight suit and rolling the top half off of his body to reveal his undershirt, clinging oh so tightly to his chiselled torso. He chuckled slightly, almost nervously, helping her lift his shirt up over his head. His muscles were prominent, his chest covered in dark wiry hairs. She felt herself grow wetter at the slight, they began a deep kiss again. Danse slowly lifted Sole up off of his lap and down onto her sleeping bag. He slid his finger down her waste line, tugging slightly and looking at her. “Is this okay?” He asked, breathless but still concerned. She nodded quickly and began helping him tug her tight jeans down, her impatience causing him to smile and stifle a chuckle. He removed her jeans and her laced panties and sat up for a moment to admire her laying there looking up at him, longingly.

Her hair was a perfect mess, sprawled out delicately around her head, her breasts were the perfect size for her body, so perky and soft, her curves so alluring. She covered herself, suddenly feeling very shy and vulnerable but he quickly pulled her hands away. “You’re beautiful, beyond beautiful.” He said as he spread her legs and proceeded to lick her pussy, causing her to whimper. “You taste amazing” he muttered. He moved up to lick her sensitive clit, using one hand to play with her breasts and the other to finger her, causing her to clench the sleeping bag below her with all her might, moaning and cursing uncontrollably. It felt so good, the last person she had been with was Nate and that was so very long ago now. And this was Danse, the man she’d dreamt of being with for many months now. It was all too much, she was getting so close when he suddenly pulled away, causing her to whimper and thrust into the air desperately.

“Now now” Danse said wiping his face, his tone suddenly very seductive, a side of him she’d never seen before but definitely wanted to see more of. Danse pulled off the rest of his flight suit, leaving him in just his boxers which seemed far too tight right now. He slowly took them off, exposing his rather large member, causing Sole to get even wetter somehow. He was definitely bigger than Nate, she was almost nervous.

Danse positioned himself over her, arms by her sides, he looked into her eyes with such a caring gaze, making sure it was okay to continue, before slowly sliding his member into her, causing them both to hiss in pleasure, it had been a really long time for him too.

He stayed still for a moment, not knowing if Sole was ready yet or not until she thrust against him, “please, Danse..” she begged, making him twitch inside her. He began a steady but fast pace, causing them to both moan in pleasure. Danse lent into Sole for a heated kiss, their warm bodies melting into one, like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

The heat was too much, having Danse so close, it felt so good. “Danse I’m..getting close.” Sole gasped between thrusts. “I am too..shit.” Danse thrust hard and Sole practically screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into his back as he hit a spot she never knew she had. Danse focused on that area, her moans making it almost too much for him. He felt her get tighter around him and he knew she wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he.

“Danse I’m cumming!” She screamed as she clenched around him, soaking him in her warmth, writhing in pure ecstasy. “Shit, Sole..” he said, gritting his teeth as he reached his own mind shattering orgasm inside her. He thrust a few more times before pulling out of her and collapsing on top of her, making sure not to crush her under his weight. They lay like that for a few moments before Danse rolled onto his side on her sleeping bag and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Danse..No matter what happens, I’m here, and I’m yours, whatever you are, you’ve always got me...I love you” Sole buried her head into his chest, hiding the furious blush that spread across her face. “I love you too, Sole, no matter what happens, that’s one thing I know for sure is real.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms listening to the rain on the tin roof above.

(I’m sorry if this was trash, this is my first ever fanfic, and my first request so thank you! I hope this isn’t too awful and I apologise for grammar mistakes. At least I tried lol. Also I wanted to do that thing where it says “continue reading below the line” or something because this is super long but I couldn’t figure out how so if anyone knows that would be awesome please.)