#preston garvey x sole survivor

[gogogodzilla]

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑡 ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

   ♡ ⇢ 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡              ☾ ⇢ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠         ✰ ⇢ 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠/ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘

 ⟶  𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙   ♡

     ⇢ You have a surprise for Hancock 

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦

 ⟶  𝐼'𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒   ♡

     ⇢ The drinks at the Third Rail were shit but the company was one of a kind

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒

 ⟶  𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝐼𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑠   ♡

     ⇢ Danse was a hulking figure, and he knew that… 

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑦

 ⟶  𝑊𝑎𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒   ♡

     ⇢ You spend a few extra minutes with Preston in the morning 

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[minuteminx]

It tickles me that Preston calls a Sole that he is in a relationship with “babe,” because in one sense, he doesn’t seem like the type, but at the same time, it’s so fitting.

And my favorite part is that it’s not a confident, serious “babe.” It’s an excited, playful “babe.” It’s a “babe” he’s been saving in his back pocket just WAITING to get to say it to someone.

I love him so much 🥹

[trashmouth-critter]

One more tomorrow, to see heaven in your eyes

I’m back in my Preston Garvey era, and as my dad would say “he’s a good man! A lovely man!”

I really don’t see enough love for Preston, like I can live with the radiant quests and long as he tells me that I sustain his every breath and that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him…. Anyways….

[allisondraste]

I'm not sure what and/or who Charlie fought, but you should really see the other guy.

[Preston Disliked That]

I know this isn't my fallout blog, but I post art on my main mkay? <3

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,050

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I was thinking about extending this, but I decided to just leave it at this for now. This was inspired by the fact that in my play through my characters charisma is maxed out, and what have you. Anyways Preston flirts with my character a little bit, him just being at a loss for words, and complimenting how pretty my character is. Anyways he'll do that while I'm standing there with Danse, and sometimes Danse will sigh heavily after he makes those comments. It's probably just a coincidence, but this idea bloomed because of those encounters. I might write about this at some point later on, but if you'd like to you're welcome to use this as inspiration. (But I'm sure someone else has probably already done this!)

[rains-on-kamino]

Got chapter six posted of my fallout 4 fic, Man Out of Time. I’ve literally been churning out a chapter a day, but y’all can read it here:

This is connected to this post, which is my most recent visual for my Fallout 4 character, Xavier

Its official word count is 3470 after the final edits!

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Out Of Time ↠ Yandere!Preston x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Isolation, and General Yandere Theme's ➼ Summary » Preston takes notice of your vulnerability after you leave the vault and does everything he can to keep you safe and protected.

Out of time, out of time. You kept repeating to yourself once you left the vault. Out of time to live, out of time to want, and out of time to spend with the people you loved. Your tears still left stains down your face as you wandered back to Sanctuary, your blurry vision focused on the mess of a house before you. Your eyes still hung heavy from the countless nights you had laid awake as you followed the path down to Concord. You would've just let the raiders slaughter you if it weren't for the voice that shouted at you from atop the balcony, and part of you wished you just ignored the man and gone through with your initial plan, but there must've been something still left within you as you rushed passed the museum doors.

Preston picked up on your vulnerability the second you marched into the upper room the Quincy group was staying in. He noticed how easy it would be to mold you—to damage you further. Every cut and flaw that clung to your conscious was out on full display to him, and he wanted to salvage it, to help you out as he did do many times before. He’d defend you from the outside dangers of the Commonwealth, and he’d be there when you had no one else left.

Life in Sanctuary went by slowly and was painfully boring as Preston always seemed to be there to do everything for you. It was nice in the beginning—you were still in mourning and hadn't any motivation to do much of anything—but you were doing better now and wanted to do anything other than sit in your old house and weep. It was time for you to move on. Preston wouldn't allow it, however, and every time you tried to leave he'd push you right back in and make you lay down. You'd complain and argue with him, but he was firm in everything he said and every time you found yourself following his orders.

"May I speak with you, (Y/N)?"

"Sure, Codsworth, come on in." You stepped back from the doorway to make room for him to follow, "Is everything alright?"

"I should say not," He responded, "Mister Preston is being quite a bother, locking you in here like this. It's just not right, (Y/N). If I could, I would've called the authorities already, it's just all gotten out of hand."

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?! You haven't left your house since you got back from Concord! This is no way to live!"

"I'm trying to help out around the place, Codsworth, I swear, he just—he just won't let me leave."

"Then I'll put an end to it promptly. Don't you worry, (Y/N)! I can be quite steady in an argument!"

That was the last time Codsworth came to visit, and the first time Preston suggested keeping your blinds closed. You were now completely isolated.

The sudden knock on your door startled you, but you still went to answer it.

"Good morning, (Y/N)! Are you feeling better today?" Preston greeted from the doorway.

"I've been feeling better for a while." You said. "How's Sanctuary looking? And the others? Are they fitting in nicely?" You tried peeking around the man to see what the progress was but he only stepped to block your line of sight.

"Don't worry yourself with all that! May I come in?"

"When can I leave?" You questioned, moving to give him room to come in. "I still have a son to find."

"Don't worry, it'll all be taken care of, I promise. Just stay locked in here and I'll handle everything else, ok?"

And just like that, you were out of time to exist. Preston was there to make all your decisions for you. You wouldn’t have to worry anymore as he was there to take care of everything. He even ended up moving in with you to ensure you were doing all that he asked.

It wasn't at all what you had hoped for, Preston was way too doting and you were starting to hate the sight of your home's old walls. Maybe one day he'd let you go, but as he petted your head and locked the door behind him, you doubted he'd ever set you free.

[fusionnukacola]

Oooh! I love it!

Let's see.... What next.... How about....

Another Soulmate AU (can be the same concept if you want) based around "But there's no way I could love you" ?

- 💠

Aww, anon you're gonna make me cry. This prompt :(

Institute Aligned!Sole with Preston Garvey!

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The second Preston knew Sole was his soulmate, he felt lost.

They... were in no way meant for him. Sure, he liked them in the start, but slowly their opinions started coming out, and he found himself distancing himself from the vault-dweller. The way they talked about synths and ghouls, how the Commonwealth was corrupted, he was eager to spend every second away from them.

Soon, Sole talked about the Institute being good for the people of the Commonwealth, that they would save them all. About how synths were never meant to be free.

Preston felt disgusted with them and disgusted with himself.

Sole was his soulmate. He was their soulmate.

Fates that had been meant to intertwine, to love, to nurture. But how could he ever love someone like them? Someone who wants to hurt, not heal. Someone who genuinely believes the Institute will save the Commonwealth.

[bellonathedragonborn]

Gabby and Preston got married. If you want to see the video check out my channel CoryPowerCat on YouTube. I have a fallout playlist.

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-dude]

For every fallout player there's a companion blocking a doorway, usually at the most inconvenient times

[zombiehearts2007]

Fuck it, I’m starting a post apocalyptic polyamory!

[gogogodzilla]

day 6, dry humping

preston garvey x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, semi-public sex, fem!reader, preston calls reader babe kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Preston was a dedicated man. Every day he rose at the crack of dawn to keep watch over Sanctuary. You built several turrets, hoping you’d get a few extra moments together in the mornings. Alas, he rose anyway. 

It was rare you were in Sanctuary together. Often, you were out adventuring with one of your other companions or Preston was busy running the Minutemen in your absence. You never understood why he insisted that you be general instead of him. He was as much of a leader as anyone. 

The morning was quiet, and the sun hadn’t yet breached the horizon. Preston had already left for his watch, and you walked through Sanctuary attempting to find him. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees of the once-pristine neighborhood. You’d woken up in a completely different world, one where danger lurked in every corner. Where your quaint neighborhood was now half-deteriorated with time. 

The red glow of his laser musket provided the only indication he was at the edge of the treeline. He patrolled slowly, eyes scanning out over the small river that lined Sanctuary. You approached slowly. 

He turned as you neared, sensing your presence. In the darkness, you could hardly make out the curve of his grin as you stood side by side. 

“You didn’t have to get up, y’know,” he murmured, his gaze still focused out over the river. 

You shrugged, “I missed you.” 

The chill in the early morning air nipped through your vault suit, and you huddled closer to Preston, seeking his warmth. 

“You should go back inside. You’re going to catch a cold.” 

You stepped closer to him and wrapped a hand around his bicep. He sighed as you laid your head against his shoulder. Your stubbornness knew no bounds.

“I was hoping to distract you for a few moments,” you cooed as you trailed a delicate finger down his bicep. 

He looked down at you; he knew that tone very well. 

He kept his tone even, a smirk dancing across his lips. “That why you really came out to see me?”

“You know me so well,” you grinned, pulling him toward a nearby tree. 

Your brows raised slightly as Preston allowed you to lead him. Normally, he wouldn’t be so easy to convince. He set his laser musket against the side of the tree, close enough that it was within arms reach. 

You grabbed him by the lapels of his duster and tugged him closer, your lips ghosting over his. 

“Think you can let the turrets keep watch for a sec?” 

Preston’s hands latched onto your hips, stroking the soft flesh through your vault suit. 

“I think they can handle it.” 

He leaned in closing the distance between you in a tender kiss. Your lips moved in sync, and you cupped his face, bringing him closer. You pressed yourself against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against yours. 

The bark of the tree dug into your back as Preston’s hands wandered over your body, kneading and grabbing wherever he could. He leaned down and tapped the back of your thighs— your signal that he wanted to pick you up. 

You obediently jumped and he caught you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pulled away, panting. His breath fanned across your cheeks as you touched your forehead to his. 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and began trailing them down, down, down. His lips danced across your jawline, leaving featherlight kisses. He honed in on the spot that usually left you a writhing mess under him, sucking and biting to his heart’s content. You slapped a hand over your mouth as he did so, attempting to stop your whiney moans from waking up the entire neighborhood.

Preston bucked his hips against your core, already painfully hard. You couldn’t deny the effect he had on you either. You were probably already dripping through your vault suit. 

“Let’s go home,” you panted, leaning your head back to give Preston more room. 

He receded and straightened, allowing for his clothed length to press further against you. 

“Can’t leave m’ post, General,” he replied, a suggestive lilt in his voice. 

Your imagination was beginning to roam wild as his response sunk in. Your cheeks flamed as you pictured Preston taking you against this tree, thick cock splitting you in half, one hand over your mouth keeping you quiet while the other one rubbed your clit or groped your breasts. 

Preston laughed, a light sound that brought you out of your filthy daydream. It was almost as if he could tell immediately where your mind went. 

He gripped your hips as he ground against you once again, a shaky breath tumbling past his lips. His eyes remained on yours as he rutted against you, the thick fabric of his pants providing the friction you desired. 

You plucked the hat off of his head and placed it on your own as you jutted against each other. Preston groaned, his pace increasing as he watched you jerk against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

His hand drifted down to where your hips were joined, and he rubbed soothing circles against your clit. It was like he could read your mind, and you bucked your hips against him. You were close and clenching around nothing as he drove you near the edge. 

Before you knew it, you were falling to pieces in the palm of his hand. You attempt to stifle your desperate pleas. Preston shudders against you, thrusting against your inner thigh. 

You brought him into a slow, sensual kiss. He let you down, strong hands keeping you steady on shaky legs. 

The first light of dawn had begun to paint the sky shades of pink and orange. The warm rays bathed the both of you in a gentle hue. 

Your eyes wandered downward to the wet spot staining Preston’s crotch. You bit back a grin, “It’s a good thing your coat is long.” 

Preston rolled his eyes, “Very funny, babe.”

[minuteminx]

Messy sketch kisses. I’m totally normal about them.

Yes they’re about the same height. 🥹

[rac000000n]

폴아웃 드라마가 나에게 새로운 문을 열어줬음

[nikomi---udon]

Preston/Nate

Shy boy Preston&Smokin' hot Nate💕

[amazinglyegg]

Hozier - Too Sweet

Preston Garvey x Sole Survivor