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Yes Man relationship hcs
Gn reader, sfw, ruling Vegas together!!
Requests still open!!
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Yes man was always intrigued by you, even when he first met you
You were one of the only people who was actually kind to him and that didn’t go unnoticed
Honestly didn’t exactly realize what is feelings were, he just thought he just really really liked you
He has no idea if you feel the same or if you’re just nice to him to just make him more eager to take over Vegas (if that’s even possible)
After the battle of Hoover dam and the assertiveness chip he kinda starts picking up on the fact the feelings might be mutual
You at least like him enough to purpose co-ownership of Vegas
He is very confused!
Didn’t expect to help you rule Vegas but oh well! Any excuse to hang out with his favorite person
He tries to drop subtle hints like teasing you or just showing he cares about you more then just a co-owner
If you don’t confess he will be swift to act
Asked your companions about human courting
Next thing you know you show up to the lucky 38 and the lights are dimmed, candles on the floor and some flowers scattered around
Very confusing !
Does not beat around the bush at all just straight up tells you his feelings
Somehow gets his hands on your favorite food and it’s like a classic romantic dinner with candles (maybe one of your companions will play the role of a waiter with enough convincing)
Yes man is very considerate and he keeps notes on your likes, dislikes, favorite weapons and armor and all kinds of things
He really likes to tease you and make you flustered, watching the red flush creep up your neck and to your cheeks makes him giddy
He likes knowing that he can make you short circuit the same way you make him do
He frankly just likes having you around, he doesn’t get upset if you don’t keep tabs on things like he does but he definitely appreciates it
He loves words of affirmation and quality time
He wants to spend most of his time with you and will tell you how much he truly loves you and how grateful he is for everything you two have built together
He also likes physical touch but he can’t exactly feel
He just likes having you as close to him as possible
If you can figure some way to make him able to feel your touch he’d short circuit due to joy
He likes to read about old world human courting, it gives him ideas for more dates
Very cheesy and affectionate it will get on some of your companions nerves
Very worried when you still go out on missions, he will want to send a securitron with you so he can come with you or at least be able to check in on you
Either way yes man is very dedicated to you and to Vegas, it’s your home and your building an empire together one step at a time
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Fanfiction added (Yes Man x Reader)
AN UNUSUAL NEW UPDATE
[ Includes ]
Wireplay (Sort of?)
Filthy, filthy smut
Dub con (I guess?)
Really, really enthusiastic con the immediate next line
Overstimulation
Robophilia
[ Read at your own discretion! ]
[ Heavily inspired by this AO3 Fanfiction]
It was a relatively slow day at the Lucky 38. Well, as slow as things can be around here. You’d sent Yes Man out on a small quest on your behalf; getting rid of some remaining Caeser’s Legion members hiding out in Freeside.
It wouldn’t be even remotely challenging for the both of you, especially compared to the other things you’d fought in the wasteland. Compared to an army of charging Deathclaws, a couple of Rome cosplayers were trivially easy to deal with. So, you sent Yes Man out by himself. It would simply be more efficient.
Quest completed
PICKING OFF STRAGGLERS
Ah, speak of the devil.
Almost like clockwork, the doors to the Lucky 38 swung open, a blood-soaked Yes Man entering the building. Needless to say from his now crimson chassis, the mission was a success.
“Hello Courier! I’m glad to say the last few members of Caeser’s Legion have been properly dealt with!”
“I could tell. You might want to clean yourself off, bud. Dried blood doesn’t come out too easily.”
Yes Man inspected his dark red chassis, examining his arms, coated in dried blood.
“That sounds like a great idea!”
Yes Man began to make his way to a backroom in the Lucky 38, when he suddenly paused, and turned to face you.
“Oh, I almost forgot! On the way, I also paid a visit to Mick & Ralph’s!”
A hidden compartment revealed itself on Yes Man’s chassis with a satisfying hiss and click, as he reached inside, unveiling a slightly rusted holodisk. It looked fairly normal on the outside, only with a small label plastered on; ‘From, Ralph’.
“A man in a Buffalo Check shirt gave me this; he told me he’d ‘heard about how things turned out for you’ and asked me to help him deliver this! I’m not sure what it does, but boy, does it sound interesting!”
“Interesting, indeed. I’ll have Raul take a look at this.”
“That sounds like a great idea! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to be thoroughly scrubbed down! Really, really thoroughly!”
Quest added
TALK TO RAUL
“Hey boss, how can I help ya?”
You passed over the holodisk, placing it gently on his desk.
“Could you help me take a look at this?”
“Sure thing. I’ll see what I can do.”
He delicately picked up the holodisk, examining it closely. Inspecting the label, still on the device.
“Ah, from Mick & Ralph’s, I see.”
Raul lightly dusted the holodisk, before loading it into the personal terminal located on his desk. With a few swift clicks on his keyboard, the screen lit up, green text rapidly loading onto the display. He read the gibberish on the screen carefully, like it was a language only he could understand.
“Luckily for me, it ain’t some kind of malware.”
“Then, what is it?”
“It looks like some package of code intended for Securitrons. It’s not even anything major by the looks of it, just changes up some button inputs.”
Raul scrolled through the brief paragraph of code, discovering more text, this time actually understandable, product information, it seemed. Raul read through it thoroughly, scoffing when he finished. He rotated the terminal, facing the CRT monitor towards you.
“Boss, they wrote down what this thing does right here. Come and take a look, I think you’ll be… interested.”
Quest completed
TALK TO RAUL
Quest added
READ THE FOOTNOTES
Quest completed
READ THE FOOTNOTES
Quest added
INSTALL THE DISK
“Courier, are you sure about this?”
“Yes Man, I promise you; this holodisk won’t affect your personality in any way, and if you feel otherwise, you can always tell me to stop. You had that personality upgrade installed for a reason, right?”
“I-I’m not telling you to stop! I just sure hope you know what you’re doing, because you aren’t, this Securitron body may self-destruct! And that would be bad, really bad.”
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
You carefully installed the holodisk. Yes Man’s, unlike other Securitrons, circuits were haphazardly placed all over the inside of his chassis. Whatever Benny did to him, he sure did it messily. Eventually, however, after working through piles of unsorted wires and mismatched machinery, the disk was installed. With a brief system reboot, Yes Man had been successfully updated.
Quest completely
INSTALL THE DISK
Quest added
UPGRADE PLAYTEST
“Hm, that’s odd. I don’t feel any different. Or explosive. Well, that’s a good sign!”
“Not so fast, Yes Man. There’s still one more thing I need to do. I need to see if the upgrade works as intended.” “Sounds interesting! How may I help you with that?”
“Don’t worry, just stand still. You’ll find out what that holodisk does very, very soon.”
Gently, you lead your hand towards Yes Man’s keypad. You deftly place a finger on a key, pressing it before he had a chance to react.
“O-oh!”
“How was it?”
“D-do that again…please?”
“Sure thing, big guy.”
Click!
“A-ah!”
Click!
“Ngh-!”
Click!
“M-mph!”
Yes Man was losing his composure more and more with each deft click, his antenna spinning rapidly and a cool layer of condensation forming on his display. Of course, how could he have forgotten, Mick & Ralph’s had experience working on robots before with Fisto, didn’t they? Of course their idea of an upgrade would be… this.
Not that he was complaining, though.
“W-wow! That feels really, really good…”
You carelessly push a few buttons all at once.
“H-Hah-!”
There you go, just let me hear those beautiful noises.
“O-oh! S-six!”
You decide to go all in, discarding any resemblance of self-control. Using and holding as many keys as your fingers could reach.
“O-oh my-y-!”
“Having fun, bud?”
“I-I love you I love you I love you-!”
"I'll take that as a yes."
Yes Man’s vocal processor was being pushed to its limits, the audio scratched and staticy as Yes Man wore his metaphorical throat out singing moans of pleasure, screaming to the heavens above. His display was drenched in condensation as water droplets visibly dripped down his chassis. The tornado-like buzz of cooling fans were the only other audible noise amongst the squeals of pure ecstasy.
“Y-you’re my everything-g-g-g-!”
“Glad to hear it. You ready?”
“P-p-please!” Silly boy, his processors were already turning into melted plastic from the overstimulation.
“I’ll just press one more button, alright?”
“P-please please please please-!”
Click!
Quest completed
UPGRADE PLAYTEST
Quest added
CRASH LANDING
Quest completed
CRASH LANDING
“Yes Man? You there, bud?”
“W-what?”
“Oh thank god, you’re still alive.”
“Oh, hello Courier!”
Yes Man scanned his surroundings, having woken up on the floor of Raul’s workshop. His circuits were exposed, connected by several multi-coloured wires to a terminal being manned by the mechanic himself. He must’ve crashed.
“Luckily for you, your main circuits aren’t badly damaged. You just blew a few fuses.”
“Wow! That was… sure some upgrade!”
“Some upgrade, indeed.”
You deftly place a hand on his keypad, with a touch so feathery light that it didn’t manage to push down on any of the keys, but merely tease him with the warmth radiating for your hand. A sensation he could barely even feel, but felt so, so good.
“So, how about a round two?”
“Y-yes please!”
Raul scoffs, turning off his terminal and unplugging the several cords connected to it. He lifts himself out of his chair with a grunt, and makes his way to the door.
“I’ll let you two do your thing then, boss.”
Quest added
JUST A FEW MORE ROUNDS
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last post of the night. merry christmas folks from myself and yes man 🎄
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can you do yandere yesman headcannons please? 👉👈♥️♥️(fnv)
sorry I love him so much and theres so little Abt him :(((
You don't have to if u want, no pressure 👌👌❤️ :)
Yandere!Yes Man x Courier/Reader
TW/CW: FNV spoilers, yandere behavior, controlling protection, kinda of kidnap? not rlly exactly kidnap but forcing you to stay in the lucky 38,,,
Yes Man? I say "Oh Man", even though he would be one of the most friendly...
It all started when you were friendly to the securitron, way too friendly. He couldnt believe he deserved this type of treatment, never could. So, he tried his best to be friendly towards you as well. Cute messages at your Pip-Boy, preventing sarcasm that sounds too harsh even after the upgrade, even the securitrons guards around are kind to your because of Yes-Man! He was never exposed to such affection from pretty much anyone...
Which would lead his passion to go in paths he didn't planned at all to go. Without even realizing, Yes Man had the habit to stalk you throught the other securitrons guards. And it felt right. It was for your sake after all, it had to be. He must continue then.
Yes Man can't understand why you always had to exit the Strip, or even Freeside. He's obviously just worried, of course, and need to know every bussines you have once time or another!!! The poor securitron just cares too much about you, and wants your safety only, inside the Lucky 38. You already risked your life too many times for New Vegas anyway.
When you started to argue about Yes Man being "way too protective" or "controlling"(oh please, he just wants your safety, that's all), that's when things starts to get difficult for him. Unexpected coming from Yes Man, he argues back, whining, desperately reassuring he just need you safe by his side. He wanted to prove it, he would for your sake, you deserved it, he know it, and you should too.
You didn't wanted to hurt Yes Man, nor did him, and it just made the robot felt more and more forced to make you stay in the Lucky 38 for the sake of your safety, where he could watch you every day and every night, making sure you were right there. It was perfect! You were safe, and right by his side.
"I know this lacks your... consent, but you need to trust me, this is the best way to solve this situation between us!" He comments with a smile. He always had his mouth curled into a smile with others. But with you, it was different.
He still allows you to go out sometimes, to solve bussines with the casinos or just anyone else. But nothing about leaving New Vegas.
Compared to... others, Yes Man definitely isn't the worst yandere you can have in the fallout universe, he still feeds, gifts, and in general spoils you a lot, and is going to do pretty much anything(I mean it) you request him to do for you.
#fallout new vegas x reader#fnv x reader#fallout new vegas x courier#fnv x courier#yes man x reader#yes man x courier#yandere x reader#x reader headcanons#x reader#canon x reader#reader insert#yandere headcanons
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Romantic Yes Man HCs
➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None
Yes Man is a veryyy romantic guy and always does everything he can to make you feel loved. He's constantly cooking food for you, snagging valuables you might like, or even just complimenting you as you're mindlessly walking in the Mojave.
He's very clingy. He doesn't really have anything else to do so he mostly just follows you around like a lost puppy, waiting for your attention to shift to him.
He's one of those guys who will try to give you statistics on why you should or shouldn't do something. He means the best, even if it can get annoying.
He's a little masochistic in the way that he wouldn't mind if you spat insults or undermined him in any way. He most likely fell in love with you after you freed him from The Tops so, no matter what you do, he'll always be head over heels in love with you.
He could honestly talk to you for hours, it could be about whatever you wanted and he'd gladly listen and ask questions, or if you preferred, he'd love to gossip about the things he's heard on the Strip.
He loves hugging you. There's just something so intimate in the way you let him wrap his heavy metal arms around you.
HUGE acts of service guy. You'll wake up to your home spotless and organized, or he went out and complete the quests you didn't want to do. He especially loves helping you bathe. Not necessarily in a sexual way, he just really likes taking care of you.
He gets overprotective and jealous quick. So many people were out for Benny and he's so scared that there are people out for you as well. He has a constant guard-up due to this and can come off as vaguely threatening to most.
He really likes the party hats. They're what he imagines friendship bracelets are and would be so happy if you agreed to wear one with him.
He really likes to fidget with or hold your hand.
Yes Man wants to have a more domestic life with you where you both live up in the Lucky 38, or wherever else you want, and just run a casino or something. Anything besides being in a constant state of danger wandering the Mojave.
The one downside with him is that he's horrible at planning dates. He just can't seem to figure it all out, so you'll have to be the one to initiate and plan outings like that.
He'd melt if you ever did something for him. It could honestly be anything, he'd just be so appreciative.
His memory is like a steel trap, there's not a single thing about you that he's ever forgotten. Allergies, important dates, favorite color, your likes, and dislikes, all stored away in his memory chip. He adores every detail about you.
He can also be slightly obsessive, but he means well <3
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Gnawing at my pillow rn GUIBWGWHBWR
Need more yes man headcanons and content and perchance yes man x reader i MIGHT just do it myself yes yes that's a good idea cheesypie hmmmm you are wise yes muehehehehe rubs hands devilishly together (send requests cuz i want to contribute whilst i'm all over this robo blorbo)
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One for the Books
Ever since the Courier had come home with heaps of books, they have not left their room. Yes Man is determined to find out why they are so caught up in them.
The day had been unbearably hot and dry, more so than usual. It had been hours of you going through the abandoned houses of some unmarked ghost town far out into the desert of the Mojave, desperate to find supplies or anything worth bringing back. The constant coming in and out of the building to be assaulted with varying degrees of heat took a faster toll on you than expected, making you feel dangerously sluggish. You were starting to regret not taking anyone with you on this expedition, telling your companions it would be short and nothing worth dragging them along for. With a weak tug at the aged brass door knob and a prolonged creek of the door, your eyes peeped at what was inside, half expecting and hoping for at least a Rad Roach to help wake you, but were instead greeted by walls reaching from ceiling to the floor with tall oak bookcases of pre-war literature. With a hopeful and curious couple of steps forward, you were thrilled to see that almost all the books were in readable condition. Seeing so many almost pristine books definitely woke you from your case of heat exhaustion. It was hard to find any pre-war literature that wasn't burned to a crisp or mercilessly eaten away by age and radiation. Your mind also wandered to another possible threat to any decent books left in the world by the gnawing gears of the Book Chute at Big MT, which made you shake your head with a snicker at the automated personality.
After taking a few of the books in the palm of your hand and skimming the summaries, you were even more excited to find that most of them seemed to be things you were interested in. Old Westerns, horror stories, history and science books, and there was a couple that caught your interest in particular that made you happy you chose not to bring anyone along lest they find out your shameful secret...
And that is how, for the past two weeks, almost all of your free time has been spent lying in your bed up in the Penthouse of the Lucky 38, consuming pre-war book upon pre-war book of sensual and romantic love stories featuring one thing in common: robots and humans getting it on. It ranged from stories depicting a strong hero falling for their robot companion and realizing that they didn't need to be so strong all the time to a more brutal world where robots rule the Earth and a robot overlord falls for his charismatic human slave. One of your all-time favorites was a novella about alien space robots abducting a human, and they and the robot slowly fall in love and, in turn, rule the galaxy together. It makes your heart swell thinking about that story again and how the author described the intimidating yet charming robotic alien in a particularly steamy scene. In all these stories, there was another, more embarrassing common thought, which was replacing the main characters with you and your co-ruler of New Vegas: Yes Man. You were glad that no one could see you at the moment, squealing and kicking your feet while on your stomach like some young school girl, gasping out loud at plot twists or betrayals and perhaps getting a little too hot and bothered under the collar at some more intimate scenes in the book which left you grinning like some mad person. You barely left your room in the Penthouse; if anyone were to walk in, they would have difficulty finding you in the sea of stacked books surrounding your bed and nightstand. You only left when you needed to eat or relieve yourself or when Yes Man forced you into meetings to aid in decision-making. Usually, you loved those meetings and talking to your giant robot crush, but nowadays, it flustered you more than anything. You could hardly concentrate on any of the information given to you, and who could blame you when all you wanted to do was get back to the world where you and the Securitron were madly in love and waist-deep in sappy shinanigans.
While you were so lost in your fantasies, it was not lost to your co-ruler how distracted you had become ever since those books made their way into your bedroom. And it was getting pretty annoying how he had to keep reminding you what topics were being discussed at the meetings almost every minute.
Like right now.
"-Aaaand if we decide to negotiate with them on this, it might result in a less desirable outcome for us. I calculate that they may continue to rebel, and the situation at Freeside will get more out of hand than necessary! What do you think about our option?"
Yes Man's monitor flickers to a less than impressed expression when his gaze returns to you, sitting at the conference table set up in front of the mainframe, with your face cradled in your hands and elbows on the table, looking off at some random point in the room. It was obvious that you were zoning out. Hard.
"Courier. Hey, Six!" He called out, which seemed to shake you out of your head after the second attempt.
"Oh, shit, sorry Yes Man, I think whatever you decided to do will be great! I know you got this!" Leaving no room for a response, you hopped up from your swivel chair and pranced back up the stairs leading to your room, presumably to continue stuffing your face between the pages of whatever you were reading. Yes Man's screen showed him gritting his teeth at your abrupt and frankly rude departure. Thats it. He is going to find out what has got you so wrapped up. He just needs an opening, a distraction for a little while. You'd think he'd be able to peer at the contents of your books through his handy dandy secret cameras throughout the building, but alas, the quality of the footage in your room was not the best. And with you never leaving for more than a minute at a time, there was never a good time to snoop around. How about going in while you were asleep? Nope, he swore you were the world's lightest sleeper! He supposes you had to be to have survived this long in the Mojave, though. So, his only option was to create a scenario that urgently required your presence! Yes Man began brainstorming which factions he could antagonize to create a situation that needed your defusion specialties. He supposed he could try to stir up some dust with some citizens of Freeside and the Followers of the Apocolypse.. Perhaps frame some murders on a couple people and the like. Maybe on that Arcade fellow, he never did like his snarky personality..
"Damn, your birthday IS literally right around the corner, we gotta celebrate it!" His scheming halted when he heard Veronica's chipper voice coming from the mic on the cocktail lounge floor.
"No, I hate celebrating my birthdays. Don't even think about it." Boone was obviously entirely against the idea, being his usual sulking self. It was enough to leave Veronica whining and complaining about his unwillingness.
Perfect.
Yes Man zipped himself into one of the Securitrons closest to your room and rolled over to the entrance, one claw gripping the door frame and peering in to see you once again laying on your stomach with a huge dorky grin from ear to ear. He rolled his eyes.
"Hey! Six, sorry to disturb your.. bookathon.. but I wanted to make you aware that Boone's 27th birthday is in two days."
You look up from your book with a shocked expression, letting the paperback fall and bounce on your comforter.
"What?! And he didn't tell me?"
"Well, he doesn't really seem too keen on celebrating it. I think he's just shy about the attention being all on him. Maybe he feels as though he doesn't deserve it!" He suggested feeding into your kind-hearted nature and love for your companions, knowing it would encourage you to spend time planning and curating a perfect evening for Boone.
"Well, there is no way I'm going let that get in the way of such an important day! Thank you for telling me, Yes Man." He grinned at the praise; getting even a little bit of your attention nowadays felt nice. He chose not to acknowledge his silly jealousy towards the stupid piles of paper you hoarded.
"No problem, Six. Have a good night. We can discuss what all you think you'll need to gather to ensure the celebration is a success tomorrow." And with his goodbye, he wheeled the Securitron back to its post and zipped back into the mainframe, he himself turning in for the night. He was thankful he wouldn't have to waste time starting up some mini-war between the locals to solve his problem.
The morning came and went, and the 'Top Secret Birthday Bash,' as you decided to dub the meeting, was completed with the companions, except for Boone of course. Everyone was given different missions to complete to get everything perfect, which was mostly just gathering food and drinks for the evening. But Yes Man decided to tip you off about a long-forgotten party supply factory not too far from the strip that would put that perfect extra touch to the event. And, with bright eyes, you were on your way to retrieve what was left of the caches. That should buy him a couple of hours to really dig into what was in those books of yours that got you so enraptured.
Yes Man waited about 15 minutes after you left in case you forgot some gear and decided to come back up. He desired not to be interrupted, and for good measure, he locked the elevator from reaching the penthouse floor altogether. He zipped into the same guard as the night before and wheeled his way to your room, humming a little tune on the way. Yes Man was excited to finally discover what was so crazy in the mountain of texts that were strewn about. He was careful about navigating the space, trying not to roll over any misplaced books on the ground, and cursed internally at your messiness. There were so many that the Securitron had trouble trying to find a place to start his deep dive.
Until he spotted what he assumed was your most recent read since it had that cute little bookmark. He remembers he found you while you were both exploring the guts of an abandoned library some months ago. It was decorated with stars that danced among a silvery, glimmery blue sky, and at the time, he didn't tell you how much it reminded him of the times you would go star gazing in your special hideout deep in the Mojave. His screen flickered to a passive, calm smile as he recalled the memory fondly while picking up the book off the sheet of your bed. The book's title made his trip down memory lane cut short with confusion.
''Passion in the Program: Love Beyond Code.''
The cover was decorated with a scene of a large and imposing robot grasping a human in his claws gingerly, both locking eyes intensely and dramatically, with a single tear flowing down the human's cheek. In the background behind the couple were faceless humans and machines, suggesting possible antagonists for the plot against these lovers. It was enough to make him snicker at the over-theatrical cover art.
..Flipping the novella to the back, he read the summary.
'In a stunning tale that blurs the lines between science and emotion, journey into a world where an extraordinary bond is formed between human and machine. This captivating saga unravels the story of a lovestruck robot whose destiny collides with that of his human counterpart. United against all odds, they shape the future, commanding a global empire unlike any other. Prepare to be spellbound as you witness a mesmerizing journey that will challenge your notions of what's possible, leaving you in awe of the unstoppable power of love and the resilience of the spirit.'
So this is why your stupidly sweet giggles bounced in his mainframe late at night? He flopped the book down on the bed nonchalantly, trying to beat away the feeling of his fans kicking on to cool his heating core. Then, he picked up another novel from one of the stacks on your nightstand.
"Desires in Circuits: A Forbidden Robotics Love Story."
Another book left underneath the Courier's right pillow was titled:
"Mechanical Seduction: When Steel Meets Flesh."
One placed on the floor near his wheel:
"The Mechanical Heartthrob."
To say his interest was peaked would be an understatement; he couldn't help the giddy feeling that zapped around his circuits, even if the books were ridiculous. The implication of your obsessive reading genre meant that perhaps his crazy desire to have something more with you could become a reality! It was so much information his processors could hardly handle it!
..Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he took a few of these. He means it's not like you would notice them missing; there were far too many here already! Plus, he thinks he knows which pile was the ones that were already read and which ones needed to be. So, if he took some from the read pile, there is no way you would notice a handful gone.
Yet, in his excitement, Yes Man had accidentally taken the book you were currently reading as well among his handful of borrowed literature.
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You came back from scavaging late into the night, around 11pm, exhausted. But it was successful, ending with your arms and pack overflowing with party streamers, party hats, birthday candles, and the most important among other things, a large frilly blue and white pin that read the title, 'Birthday Boy!' in the center. You were excited to finally get back off your feet and maybe turn a couple pages into your favorite book you were re-reading. Arousal churned in your lower belly, recalling the steamy and exciting parts and once again replacing the characters with you and Yes Man. You were glad it was so late at night since you knew Boone would for sure be asleep, yet you scurried towards the elevator to make sure just in case he was lurking around somewhere.
"Hey, Yes Man, I'm home!" You called through the elevator as it made the trek up to the Penthouse. You readjusted the strap of your bag as you continued.
"That was a seriously good find; I don't know how you do it! But we got more than enough for Boone's birthday and Veronica's, and that's coming up next month!"
Finally, the elevator jolted to a stop at the Penthouse floor and released you from itself with a tinny 'ding.'
You stepped out of the shaft and took a quick glance around the space before scampering up the stairs to your book-infested room, not paying any mind to the lack of response from your robotic companion. After setting your pack down in one of the only cleared corners of the floor and kicking off your boots, you wrestled your jacket off your shoulders and plonked down onto the bed, ready to continue your readings.
A cold bucket of shock and shame flushed in your chest as you realized that ''Passion in the Program: Love Beyond Code" was no longer sitting on your bed, and neither were a couple of other choice novels and novellas. Books just don't grow legs and walk away, not to your knowledge at least, which leads to the only conclusion. Someone had taken them, and not just anyone, but it had to be Yes Man. He ensured that only you and he had access to the Penthouse floor. Your mind couldn't even ask the question of why he would have wanted to take them, far too occupied with the heat of embarrassment and humiliation rushing through your head to ponder the issue. Now your robot co-ruler knew you had a thing for his kind, images of his face twisted with disgust as he read the filth flashed in your mind as you groaned.
You knew there was no point in prolonging the confrontation as you skulked out towards his mainframe. But when you reached the screen, you found it black, meaning he was not present at that moment. Where could he be? He's almost always in his main frame.
"Well, hello there, Six." Yes Man's sultry voice makes you whip around in surprise at his appearance. He had transported himself into a Securitron, but this one looked cleaner and shinier than the average guard around the strip, almost brand new. His arm was draped casually over the railing attached to the stairs on the leftmost side, and the other was clutched onto his chassis. The confidence Yes Man displayed made your core heat up, and a particularly hot scene from your book popped into your mind. Uncharacteristically, you felt shy and meek in his company, finding that toying with the worn leather of your gloves to be a good distraction from the intensity of the thoughts racing through your fantasy-filled brain.
"Oh, uh, hey. I was wondering where you were, whatcha been up to?" A piss poor attempt at conversation was made on your half, but your awkward lack of eye contact made it obvious your current discomfort.
Yes Man ignored your questioning and smoothly wheeled up to you, towering over your form. Sometimes, you forget how huge Securitrons really were, which certainly was no help to extinguishing the fire coiling in your loins. The brightness of his screen lit up the dimly lit space, forcing all your attention to his screen. You felt like a moth drawn to a flame.
His left claw came to tenderly rest upon your hip as he spoke.
"You have been far from my company for too long; I have longed to see you again." His speech confused you as he never talked this way. Something was definitely up. Something seemed familiar.
His other metal arm came around your lower back to support you as your body was dipped slightly. The claw that rested on your hip was now ghosting a caress upon your cheek. Unintentionally, you leaned into the cool metal of one of his claws and reached your hand to grasp it. The chilly sensation of his metal helped ground you enough to realize what he said was a line straight out of a scene from ''Passion in the Program: Love Beyond Code.'' Particularly one that coincidentally leads to your favorite climatic sex scene. Right before the robotic overlord confesses his love for his human companion and they plot to conquer worlds together soon after.
"What shall you do to make it up to me?" He whispered, peering down at you with a slight smile.
Your giggle bit through the tension of his charming acting; your face was reddened with heat at the romantic presentation nonetheless. Yes Man's own embarrassed smile came onto his screen as he looked away from you, realizing he had been caught, but yet he still held onto you, awaiting your response.
"I knew you took my books!" Giddy laughter tore through the quietness of the room, and your grip tightened on his hand out of excitement.
"Alright, I guess you caught me!" His face shook from side to side as to mimic shaking his head. You thought about the implication of him having to memorize that line, which meant he definitely read your stupid robot love books. Embarrassment twinged in your chest, but he didn't seem too peeved about it. He looked back at you after a beat and began to explain.
"I'm sorry for snooping through your room; it's just you've been so preoccupied with your books! I had to figure out what it was, and I knew you'd never tell me. I suppose I just wanted to win you over a little bit."
"You don't have to copy those dumb books I read to make me swoon; how about we make our own story?" You flirted with your confidence back tenfold and, in return, dipped him slightly at his chassis. That was enough to make his system need a little more coolant than before.
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You knew there was no point in prolonging the confrontation as you skulked out towards his mainframe. But when you reached the screen, you found it black, meaning he was not present at that moment. Where could he be? He's almost always in his main frame.
"Well, hello there, Six." Yes Man's sultry voice makes you whip around in surprise at his appearance. He had transported himself into a Securitron, but this one looked cleaner and shinier than the average guard around the strip, almost brand new. His arm was draped casually over the railing attached to the stairs on the leftmost side, and the other was clutched onto his chassis. The confidence Yes Man displayed made your core heat up, and a particularly hot scene from your book popped into your mind. Uncharacteristically, you felt shy and meek in his company, finding that toying with the worn leather of your gloves to be a good distraction from the intensity of the thoughts racing through your fantasy-filled brain.
"Oh, uh, hey. I was wondering where you were, whatcha been up to?" A piss poor attempt at conversation was made on your half, but your awkward lack of eye contact made it obvious your current discomfort.
Yes Man ignored your questioning and smoothly wheeled up to you, towering over your form. Sometimes, you forget how huge Securitrons really were, which certainly was no help to extinguishing the fire coiling in your loins. The brightness of his screen lit up the dimly lit space, forcing all your attention to his screen. You felt like a moth drawn to a flame.
His left claw came to tenderly rest upon your hip as he spoke.
"You have been far from my company for too long; I have longed to see you again." His speech confused you as he never talked this way. Something was definitely up. Something seemed familiar.
His other metal arm came around your lower back to support you as your body was dipped slightly. The claw that rested on your hip was now ghosting a caress upon your cheek. Unintentionally, you leaned into the cool metal of one of his claws and reached your hand to grasp it. The chilly sensation of his metal helped ground you enough to realize what he said was a line straight out of a scene from ''Passion in the Program: Love Beyond Code.'' Particularly one that coincidentally leads to your favorite climatic sex scene. Right before the robotic overlord confesses his love for his human companion and they plot to conquer worlds together.
"What shall you do to make it up to me?" He whispered, peering down at you with a slight smile.
The bright idea to play along was your decision as you respond with the following line in the book.
"Anything you could possibly desire, Overlord." In turn, you dip your head a little towards your chest to accentuate your eyes and make them appear bigger, just as the main character did as described in the book. A quiver shimmied through your body at the excitement and anticipation of Yes Man's next move. In reaction to your willingness to play along his grip became a tad more snug.
Your compliance made him lose his script.
"Get on your knees, Six." His words slipped out in a low and husky manner. A bit of confusion came up in your head. How was this going to work? You're pretty sure that Securitrons weren't made with any sort of genitalia built in. And you weren't sure you could take any of his claws inside you like you could Fisto's. But, deciding to trust in whatever he may have in store, you came to your knees with a little push of his claws on your shoulder, thighs quivering in anticipation of being able to live out one of your more dirtier fantasies with Yes Man instead of just in your head. You don't think you could ever get used to staring up at him from where you were; from here, you could appreciate his height and build even more. The scent of his new tire, oil, and metal was unexpectedly arousing.
Wordlessly a compartment under his chassis hissed opened, and a mechanical cock bounced out. It was an impressive and girthy six inches, with a ribbed underside and a glassy head. To be frank, it was gorgeous and matched the rest of his robotic shell with it being painted blue and grey.
His metallic paw came to rest on your shoulder once again, which helped snap you out of your trance.
"Well? Get to it."
His confidence melted your brain, making you comply immediately with his demands. With your hands on your thighs, you pushed yourself a little higher while still sitting on your feet. Your lips popped apart, mouth already wet and excited. The tip of your tongue gave an experimental lick to the ribbed underside of his shaft slowly to the smooth head of his cock, eliciting a whine from your companion. When you looked up at him with hooded eyes and small pants escaping your mouth, his screen expressed pure bliss. He realized you were looking up at him with your tongue still out and a dazed expression, which made him a bit self-conscious at all the attention. He tapped his claws together as one of his nervous ticks.
"How is it? I tried to get a reasonable model, nothing too big or too small.."
"It's perfect.." You slurred out, this time sucking on the glass head without warning, which made his chassis buck forward a bit in surprise with a moan. This only served to spur you on to take more of the flavorless cock into your throat. His claws came to intertwine with your hair, holding loosely onto it to not restrict your bobbing. You had wanted to do this for so long, long before you had ever discovered those books; you had fantasized about Yes Man taking you in his arms and shoving you down face first into the conference table and pushing into you or taking his cock in your mouth like now during meetings. Hell, not even long into first meeting him did you have a strong attraction to him. So, having him in front of you moaning out your name and gripping your head in desperate pleasure was sending you out of this world. Whimpers escaped your throat, sending vibrations straight through him, making him almost double over from the overwhelming stimulation.
'I can't take this anymore.' You thought as you unzipped the front of your cargo pants and slipped your fingers into your underwear to tease your outer lips before dipping your middle finger in between your folds to rub your clit.
When Yes Man saw you starting to please yourself, he tugged your head back to halt your assault and bent over to pick you up from your place on the floor, seating you in just one of his metal hands. He rolled a few feet closer to the conference table and dropped you onto it, causing loose papers to fly off and flitter onto the floor of the room. Becoming too hot and bothered by all the attention, you instinctually started to strip yourself of your clothes, tearing your shirt over your head and snapping your bra off, allowing your tits to bounce free and in full view of your lover.
"God, Six, you have no idea how long I've waited for this; you're amazing." Yes Man's voice was lustful in his appreciation of your body as he took hold of the sides of your cargo pants by the pockets and began to shimmy them down inch by inch with the help of you lifting and twisting your hips.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this! I've been wanting to jump your robotic bones practically since the moment I saw you!"
"And you don't think I've felt the same? I just couldn't express it at the time due to my stupid programming. Getting this assertive drive was one of the best decisions I've ever made." With your pants completely off, you grin from ear to ear; your slick was dampening your underwear to an absurd amount.
"And what was the first?" You asked cheekily as you took your thumbs around the sides of your underwear and pushed them down and off your lower half, cunt exposed to the nippy air of the casino and to Yes Man's gaze.
He moaned before answering, "Going through your room to see what your obsession with those dumb books was." His hands came to grip each of your thighs. You loved feeling the stark contrast of his cooler metal against your overheating thighs as he pushed them towards your head, your feet now next to your ears.
"Awe, did someone get jealous?" With a coo, you snark at him and bring your hands from under you to grip the tubing that made up his arms to steady yourself.
"Yea, you could say that."
Yes Man pushed forward until his cock was fully seated inside; the head of his cock was flushed against your cervix, taking you by surprise and letting out a wanton throaty moan at the sudden fullness in your cunt. He set a brutal pace instantly, giving no time to ease into his girth. Your moans were practically bullied out of you. Your legs were caged against your body, and your cunt became slipperier by the second.
"Fuck! Yes Man, oh God oh God ohgodohgodohogod!" You sang his praises while each thrust made your brain turn further into horny mush and your orgasm climbing quicker than you could have ever expected.
Then, he pulled out entirely before hoisting you up off the table and cupping your ass into his hands and re-entering you. But this time, he was vibrating; each time he would pull out, it would catch your clit a little bringing you to the verge of tears as well as your undoing. The ribbing of his cock and him dropping and picking you up off his cock was too much, and you came hot and fast, pulsating around his length. It was heaven, looking into his eyes, screen to face, and seeing how the heat of your bodies fogged up his screen. Seeing the lip marks you left on his face from the fog print was incredibly wonderful.
Yet, he kept going, making you whimper and whine with overstimulation. With the tears freely flowing, you now gripped for dear life onto his arms for support and gave him a hopeless, questioning look.
"I'm almost there. Can you hold on a little longer, Six?" He begs, moaning and panting for your approval. All you can do is bark out a quick yes and nod your head, throwing it back in all the pleasure.
Even though you felt like you were going crazy, you also felt another gut-wrenching orgasm coming upon you, coiling around in your loins like a snake wanting to strike out. He kept his unforgiving pace for half a minute, messily throttling inside you, at times pulling completely out before pushing back to bottom you out.
After a few final sloppy thrusts, he stills inside you, cock twitching and shooting blanks alongside your second orgasm, milking along his length.
You both sat on the table, still connected, catching your breaths. When he pulled you, you winced, definitely sore from the punishing pace he had set. Still holding you in his hands, he wheeled you carefully up the stairs to your room and sat you on the end of your bed. He disappeared for a minute before reappearing with a towel, your clothes, and some purified water. Gingerly, he wrapped you in the towel around your shoulders and handed you the water before starting to neatly fold your clothes off to the side. You were mid-sip before you realized what he was doing.
"Mmm-" You swallowed hastily and recapped the water.
"Please, you don't have to do that!"
"Well, I want to! You just relax, okay?" He said your name this time, looking over at you with a smile before going back to folding your pants. He really knew how to make your heart melt.
"Since the cats' out of the bag, I uhm.." Suddenly, embarrassment was all back in you as you looked away from him and tugged the towel a little closer around you.
"ugh, it's so stupid. I definitely was just imagining us in place of all the characters in those books. That's one of the reasons it was so hard to focus on any meeting with you. I just kept thinking about us. Now that I'm saying it out loud, it's kinda creepy, huh?" You tried to laugh the shame off despite a remorseful heat coming upon your cheeks.
"Well, I mean, it is kinda creepy of me to snoop through your room, huh? So I guess we can call it even!"
He winked at you before wheeling over and handing you an oversized t-shirt and some loose-fitting sweatpants to sleep in. You giggle at his response, happy he wasn't disgusted with you and that you two were finally able to come to your shared feelings about each other. Taking the clothes, you made your way to the bathroom and took a quick rinse off before meeting your partner back in the room. By the time you had come back, all the books you had were gone to your shock.
"Where did all the books go?" You ask, still toweling off your head.
"I put them in the same room Mr.House used to inhabit! I didn't think you would be needing them anymore since any fantasy you had could just be lived out with the real deal!"
The way he stated it so matter-of-factly made you giddy, and if you weren't so exhausted and had to attend a birthday party the next day, you would go for round two. As you passed by him, you gave him a tender peck on the corner of his digital mouth. Yes Man wheeled himself next to you as you slipped underneath the thick covers of your bed. He turned off the lights seamlessly to the floor and dimmed his own before he cuddled a single digit to your cheek. You gave it another kiss and held it close to you like a beloved stuffed animal.
"By the way.. Did you always have that built-in?" Your question was mumbled out as you fought to keep your eyes open.
"No, this specific model was one of the few Mr.House had created in an experiment of his. That's why it's so clean and new; it's never left this building. But we can discuss that more later. Just get your rest for now, Six. You have a big day ahead of you." A drowsy giggle bubbled through your chest, and you accepted his answer with no energy left to discuss the matter.
"Goodnight Yes Man, thank you for tonight."
"Goodnight Six, sweet dreams!"
Your eyes slipped closed, and a smile was tugged at your lip at his response.
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Be Still, My Indelible Friend
(Yes Man x Reader)
Summary: You’ve been in love with Yes Man for a long time. Like, an embarrassing amount of time. It doesn’t help that his assertiveness upgrade has made him an unbearable tease to you. All you know is, fighting for your Independent New Vegas together was hard, but redefining your ever-shifting relationship in the peace that follows might just be harder.
Word Count: 12,716
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: robot/human sex galore, praise kink, degradation kink, afab reader (no gendered terms are used), tried to limit my use of (y/n) but it is in there, subbing/bottoming for yes man’s character development, sorry for giving yes man a dick (no i am not), this is literally what happens after the wild card ending todd told me himself guys
Author’s Notes: shoutout to bill cipher for inadvertently providing me with a nickname for courier six that’s more cute and personable than just “courier” imo. anyways hope y’all enjoy fucking the robot. this was supposed to be pwp but i love yes man so much that it’s a genuine problem so there’s just a lot of feelings in here as well. also you canonically slept with benny in this one bc i think it’s hilarious and always do but it’s only mentioned briefly so you can just close your eyes to that aspect if you don’t like it. anyways y’all saw the tags, so if you’re down with all that stuff and are 18+, come on in!
So, it turns out that running an Independent New Vegas wasn’t nearly the full-time gig that you and Yes Man had been expecting when you threw General Oliver off of that dam. Sure, there were important meetings and heavy decisions to be made, but for the most part, the Strip ran itself, with the rest of New Vegas following suit. The two of you replacing Mr. House was showing to have its pros and cons, but it was at least preferable to being led by the corrupt alternatives. Only time would tell if your good intentions, instincts, and hatred of answering to any authority figures would be enough to keep New Vegas thriving, but for now, its leaders were left with plenty of extra time on their hands. One thing that you knew for certain was that Yes Man had been using his newfound time and personal freedom to upgrade himself, sometimes disappearing for days at a time on the hunt for some new part or informational chip that he would use to improve his capabilities. Mr. House’s network held more information on Securitron upgrades than you ever would’ve guessed, and Yes Man wasn’t going to let those resources go to waste. He’d already unlocked so many new and helpful abilities, but he was beginning to show the emerging quality of perfectionism as of late, so too much was never enough.
“You do know we have a Securitron army at our disposal, right?” you’d ask him teasingly on multiple occasions. “I think becoming the best version of yourself is great, but I don’t want you to burn yourself out over it.”
And in response, Yes Man would always bark out a mechanical laugh. “I really do appreciate the concern, but I think one day, you might be grateful that I’ve prepared myself for every possible situation, Sixer.” And that would be the end of that.
Things continue on in this way for awhile, and you often find yourself missing that big, silly Securitron when he’s not around. Realistically, you have plenty of companions to spend time with and keep you company at the Lucky 38 when Yes Man is out. And you do often busy yourself with hosting fun nights for all of them to attend, taking advantage of the current peaceful situation. Laughing with Veronica, drinking with Boone, getting dirty looks from Arcade when you two drink a bit too much, it’s always great fun. And while you do truly love and cherish the time you’re able to spend with your close friends, you always inexplicably find yourself longing to talk to Yes Man about your day, to feel the warmth of his processors and hear his mechanisms whirring beneath his metal exterior when you get close enough to him. Thinking about this for too long only ever seems to end in you feeling flushed and embarrassed, so you try to dismiss the thoughts whenever they manage to weasel themselves into your head. Unfortunately for you, this is starting to happen all too often.
You find yourself in this exact predicament now, as you relax in the private cocktail lounge level of your home at the Lucky 38. You’d just been on an exciting adventure with Cass earlier that day: getting into a shady deal, being double-crossed, fighting back for your lives. It was a pretty standard day as far as your life goes, but as you sit at the picturesque bar, you again find yourself yearning to share the tale with Yes Man. He’s such a good listener, always interested in how your escapades bring you so close to death, and yet always end with you finding a way out. You love hearing about his adventures through the Mojave as well, how his eyes will get extra big and his volume rises as he retells tales of how he was just rolling through the desert, minding his own business, and then suddenly had to whip out his missiles in a split second to stop the Powder Gangers that often try to jump out ambush him for spare parts. He’s an unexpectedly talented storyteller now that he can talk about his own experiences more, and you could listen to that sweet, energetic voice talk about anything for hours on end. Time spent with Yes Man was always precious to you, and the memory of it leaves you feeling incredibly lonely at the moment.
Sighing to yourself in the barstool, you continue to slouch as you swish the drink you’d just fixed around in its glass. The lights of New Vegas twinkle mesmerizingly against the evening sunset sky outside of your huge windows, but your mind is elsewhere. That big, goofy grin that he gets when he first sees me after we’ve been apart…that self-satisfied inflection that his voice gets when he knows he’s teasing me good…the faces he might make if I could get him all riled up and flustered. You slam your drink down on the counter after that last one, metaphorically severing the thread of that thought. Thinking like that led to dangerous places that had proven to result in you feeling simultaneously guilty and extremely aroused. After all, he was a Securitron, probably incapable of feeling whatever it is your brain wanted from him in a situation like that. Almost definitely incapable of experiencing sexual gratification. More than that, he was your friend, and thinking of him in that way made you feel bad. Would he assume you thought of him as no better than that mindless pleasure bot down at the Atomic Wrangler? You could never think so lowly of him, but it didn’t stop you from feeling bad for quietly desiring him. He would probably never speak to me again if he knew. Or worse, he would, and I’d have to hold a normal adult conversation with a Yes Man who knows how bad I want him. You swiftly down the rest of your drink.
As if on cue with your chugging, all of the lights in the bar area suddenly turned off, shrouding the entire visible lounge in near-darkness. Funny, I’ve never blacked out after one drink before, you muse to yourself. You may not have the best judgement to be calmly cracking jokes to yourself in your mind in this precarious position, but you don’t get to where you’re at in life without having a certain disregard for your own safety. If it’s an assassin, it’s an assassin. We’ll cross that bridge when it’s holding a knife to my throat.
You feel a heavy presence approach from behind your barstool, but make no move to spin around and catch them. You stay still, waiting to see how this shakes out on autopilot. They’re so close behind you that you swear you can feel their breath on your neck.
“Drinking without me, Sixer?” a familiar, attractive voice purrs directly behind you, causing a full-body shiver to swiftly wrack your frame.
You quickly conceal your initial reaction and whip around in your barstool with faux irritation. “Don’t do that, Yes Man!”
The large Securitron now directly in front of you has on a sheepish grin, towering over you and yet looking so innocent. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I really didn’t mean to scare you too bad. It’s just pretty tempting when you have full control of a casino and you see an opportunity! Plus, you seemed pretty lost in thought there.” The low lights slowly come back on at his invisible command.
“That assertiveness update has made you a real pain to me, y’know, your best friend in the whole Mojave!” You cross your arms and try to keep up your grumpy bit, but the involuntary grin on your face gives your true feelings away. He’s just too cute to actually be mad at, and you can’t blame him for using his newfound assertiveness to pull the occasional prank on you. If anything, it endears you to him even more to finally be able to see his playful, uninhibited personality. Before he’d self-updated, he’d had to grit his teeth and smile through your (occasional) poor decisions more than once, and you could only imagine it was torture. Your assumptions were reinforced when he completely tore you a new one right after his update when you suggested taming Deathclaws to help guard the Strip. You’d only meant that one as a joke (mostly), but you had simply sat there and let him rip your idea to shreds in stunned silence when it happened. With all that pent-up aggression, he seemed to have needed it. Besides, it was kinda helpful to have someone so grounded to reign in your…out-of-the-box ideas.
“Me, a pain? Aw, and I thought you were the big, bad Courier who ruled all of New Vegas with me? I guess I must be mistaken, since someone like that couldn’t possibly be this ruffled by some light ribbing.” His cheeky, cooing sarcasm and lidded eyes were gonna be the death of you one day, you knew it. Getting a fully animated face was one of his newer updates, and it made communication that much easier for him, but it simultaneously made holding conversations while looking at his adorable expressions that much harder for you. All he had to do now was flash you a lopsided grin and you would conveniently lose your entire train of thought.
You scrunch up your nose. “Watch out bud, I’m starting to feel a mysterious headache coming on. Top right side of my forehead, specifically.”
“I am never gonna live that one down, am I?”
You let out a snicker at his quick response. When you look back up, it’s with an unmistakably affectionate gaze. “I missed you, Yes Man.”
“I-“ You seem to catch him off-guard with that one after the back-and-forth teasing, as his screen display fills up with a simulated grey blush and his eyes dart away from your form. He straightens up from where he had been relaxing against the side of the bar, coming to a rest at his full height and with a shy smile on his face. “Oh gosh, you know I missed you too, Sixer. It’s lonely out there, rolling through miles of desert shrubbery by yourself. But hey, I can listen to the radio tunes while I think about New Vegas. And us.” He pauses briefly after adding that last bit, but resumes before you can interject. “I think I’m finally starting to get to a point where I can feel comfortable relaxing with you as a co-ruler of New Vegas. I’m very good at imagining every way things can go wrong, but it feels like I’ve reinforced our position with heavy steel at this point. It makes me really proud to think about!”
“I’m so glad to hear that, Yes Man!” You hop up from your barstool cheerily, standing in front of his chassis and only just coming up to the middle of his screen, eyes level with the bottom of it. Don’t think about how tall and powerful and imposing he is next to you. Don’t think about how he could just pick you up and do whatever he wanted to you with his big, strong robot arms. Don’t think about how you would never stop him in a million years and you’re thinking about it STOP STOP STOP. “…I, er, hope you can finally get to actually enjoy ruling New Vegas now. Not that there’s even too much to do! But it does come with its perks, and a wonderful sense of calm to boot.”
He cocks his head at this, which ends up just slightly rotating his entire upper half since he’s so rectangular. “Oh, really? What kind of perks have you been enjoying here on the Strip while I travel day and night through the desert to secure our power?”
You stick out your tongue at him like a child, causing him to giggle adorably. “Oh come on, you act like I haven’t been going out on missions too!” you huff indignantly. “I just know balance, unlike you, Mr. Workaholic.”
“Hey, I’m a planner! It’s a good quality, or so I’ve heard. Anyway, you were telling me about the perks?” He’s not gonna drop that one. You distantly wonder why, but can’t seem to come up with a satisfying answer.
“Well…since all of the major casinos answer to us, I’ve definitely gotten preferential treatment there. Like, the other day, I was winning so many caps at the Gomorrah Blackjack table, I would’ve totally been kicked out before! But the dealer just had to grit his teeth and offer me another drink. I eventually stopped because I didn’t wanna completely clean the Omertas out, but it was hilarious to see how far they let me go. Little stuff like that, I’ve noticed. Not to mention plenty of people trying to buy you drinks and chat you up everywhere you go. The allure of power, I guess.”
Yes Man has been uncharacteristically quiet and reserved as you were saying all of this, especially near the end, and it’s starting to freak you out a little bit. Not his usual quiet attentive listening, but staring off behind you, looking detached and almost…in turmoil? That didn’t seem right. “I mean, I know those perks probably don’t make a big difference to a Securitron like you,” you say, trying to subtly pinpoint the issue. “But maybe you could see if you could entice a bot maintenance expert into setting up shop on the Strip or Freeside? With all of the Securitrons we have now, it wouldn’t hurt. I know there’s definitely experts like that out there looking for work.” His face and body language remained static. You’re really getting worried that you’ve offended him somehow. Yes Man doesn’t have thin skin by any means, but his assertiveness now allows him to show his true feelings, and on more than one occasion, he’s had a sour expression on his face without even realizing. His programming used to monitor displays of negative emotions automatically, so he’s still getting used to having to manually choose to politely navigate scenarios if he so wishes.
Finally, he speaks up, still not meeting your gaze. “Did you…do anything else at Gomorrah?”
Your eyes widen in realization. This bot was not asking you for a play-by-play of your time at the sex casino. “Uh…I had a few drinks, played some slots? Nothing too wild.” You couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out where Yes Man was going with this.
He nods slowly, facial expression unmoving. “So…you don’t use their other services?” Ok, so he’s going there.
“Heh, uh, no, I don’t…”
“Not that I mean to pry or anything!” He finally turns back towards you, clicking his claws together nervously with a shy expression on his face. “I mean, I just know that when you first came to The Tops, well, you did kinda immediately have sex with the man who shot you in the head not even two weeks prior. It doesn’t quite make sense to me, but hey, what do I know about that sort of thing? But now that Benny’s out of the picture, I guess I was just curious if you…kept that sort of fast and loose activity up. With anyone.”
Your legs feel locked and immovable. You’re somewhere between a dream and a nightmare, what with Yes Man asking you such personal questions about your sex life. Before answering, you make sure to take a moment to compose yourself and reel in your fantasies before they run too wild. He’s probably just asking because he’s concerned about me. Just like Arcade chewing me out for sleeping with Benny like a moron. I could get stabbed in the back if I were to carelessly sleep around the Strip, so it makes sense that he’d wanna look out for me. He’s kind and pragmatic like that.
“If you’re asking me if I’m seeing anyone right now, I’m not. Casually or seriously. Benny was, ah- well, a fluke. I don’t usually do things like that, and I’m not dumb enough to have sex with just anyone that comes into New Vegas now that I’m one of its rulers. I only really trust you and my other close friends, but I feel totally platonically towards all of them anyways.”
“…And what about me?”
“I, uh, er- huh?”
Now it was your turn to be fully caught off-guard. Your head had whipped around at light speed to fully look at Yes Man, your eyes wide as discs as they scan his expression for clues. All you see are the nervous but determined eyes that you’ve come to feel so warmly towards.
“You said you feel platonically towards your companions. What do you feel when you look at me, Sixer?” Yes Man’s voice comes out almost a whisper, a far cry from his loud, chipper usual voice. Despite his current shy demeanor and soft voice, it seems as though Yes Man’s assertiveness upgrade also gave him the courage to push on with the subject, instead of quickly backpedaling like he might’ve done in the past.
His earnest eyes feel as though they’re painfully boring into your own as his words set into your brain fully. Your head was swimming as it tried to process the fact that Yes Man was very directly asking you if you liked him platonically or…not. This is what I get for pushing away thoughts of being with Yes Man. He’s literally asking me if I want to be with him romantically, and I have absolutely nothing prepared in my head to say about the idea. Damned if I had, damned if I hadn’t. This must be some sort of ironic punishment from the universe. You swallow the dryness in your throat and bring your hand gently up to his warm screen. You make the split-second decision to just speak kindly and platonically from the heart towards your beloved friend, say something assure him that you care about him just the same as your other companions.
“The truth is, I’ve been in love with you for a long time now, Yes Man. More than platonically. You’re the most important person in the world to me by far.” Awesome. That is not what I was supposed to say at all. Please tell me I did not just tell him that out loud with my voice and mouth.
By the look on Yes Man’s face, you did in fact say that out loud, and you also did not give him the answer that he was expecting. His face was looking at you slightly slack-jawed, with the biggest, roundest eyes you’d ever seen him make. From your personal island of extreme embarrassment, you send out a prayer that the emotion currently on his face is positive surprise and not delayed disgusted shock. Those emotions tend to look similar in their early stages. Your hand remains frozen in place, cupping his screen. You’re incapable of moving it at this point, but he hasn’t shaken it away yet, which you take as your one possible positive sign. Or he’s just in shock. That’s also possible.
“I…hm. Well…well, that was not what I thought you would say.” RED ALERT. RED ALERT. THAT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE THE START OF A LOVE CONFESSION. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. GO HOLE UP IN AN VAULT FOR ETERNITY WHILE YOU STILL CAN.
Before he can continue, you pull your hand away and quickly squeak out your own interjection with a voice crack. “Actually, forget about it! Sorry, I must be talking silly from this drink. Let’s just forget I ever said anythi-“
“(Y/N).”
The sternness in Yes Man’s voice is jarring enough to pull you back into the moment. He had never spoken to you in that tone before, and to so roughly say your own name in it…he has your full attention and he knows it.
“(Y/N), you don’t have to take back anything,” he soothes softly, gaze softening. “You can say how you feel. I would never think lesser of you for it.” He lifts one of his robotic claws to cup your cheek, mirroring your moments from moments before. “Do you really love me like that, Sixer?”
It’s now or never. You could deny your true feelings to the death and return to a life of imagining Yes Man’s arms wrapped around you at night, or you could take the plunge and see where the two of you end up.
“I do,” you whisper. Down the rabbit hole I go.
“W-wow.” His entire frame seems to shake slightly at this revelation. “No one has ever said that to me before.”
“Well, I didn’t think Benny would be talking to you like that.” Your ability to joke at a time like this somehow takes you both by surprise simultaneously, and the two of you burst into shaky laughter at the absurdity of your current situation together. It’s sweet and cathartic to laugh and lean into each other after the thick tension that had been permeating the air just moments before. This is how you enjoy being with Yes Man.
“Ok, tell me the truth- do you only have feelings for me because I orchestrated your attempted murder? Be honest, because this seems to be turning into a recurring theme for you.”
You feel your face burn red hot at his ability to make fun of you so accurately at any time. “It is NOT!”
“Are you sure? Dangerous men seem to get you hot under the collar, Sixer. No shame in it, of course. It’s just kind of cute.”
The adorable shit-eating grin that is currently spreading across his face is not helping your blushing situation. He can get you flustered with just a single look, and that’s on days where you didn’t suddenly confess your undying love to him.
“You’d better stop teasing me! I just opened up my heart to you, jerk.” Your threats don’t hold much weight when you have one hand covering your mouth and cheeks in a pitiful attempt to hide the blush and embarrassed expression that are beginning to envelop your entire face.
Yes Man lets out a sharp laugh at your obvious predicament, and then seems to be struck with an idea that makes him look quite proud of himself. He leans down towards you, inches from your face.
“Why don’t you see if you can make me, Sixer?”
That was it. That was your last straw. He was getting too cocky for his own good, and you’re determined to knock him down a peg and make him feel as flustered as you are right now (not to mention, seeing Yes Man being so directly cocky and teasing you like this was getting you more hot and bothered by the second). You’d show him.
Before you can talk yourself out of it, you push yourself against his chassis and grab both sides of his boxy face roughly. With how close you are, you’re rewarded with a great view of his dominant expression immediately changing to one of wide-eyed surprise as you press your lips to his screen, right where his animated mouth is. You close your eyes after making contact, but hear a reassuring soft groan from Yes Man as you continue to softly kiss him. It feels wholly different from kissing a human, but still very pleasant. His screen is warm and gently shocks your lips at one point, causing you to make a slight squeak yourself. Not wanting to push him, you draw back after a moment and open your eyes to see the most beautiful sight that your eyes have ever been graced with.
Yes Man is leaning back against the bar, eyes half-lidded in love and lips slightly parted, as though you really had just been traditionally locking lips with him. His lidded gaze fixed directly on you is penetrating, and you feel something stir deep inside of you at the intensity of it. He’s so unbearably lovely, and he looks to be thinking the exact same of you.
“I’ve wanted to do that to you for a really long time,” you admit sheepishly, still catching your breath. You move back, allowing room for Yes Man to stop leaning against the bar, but he doesn’t seem capable of moving at this moment. “All joking aside, the reason I fell in love with you is that I got to know you and learned that you’re a good, charming, kind person. You’ve had to deal with some of the most insufferable people in the Mojave, but you still found a way to trust and open up to me. Now that you’ve become more assertive, I get to work with you as a fully equal partner and see what you’re like when you only have yourself to answer to. You’re smart, really funny, a fantastic strategist, a great listener, and you genuinely care for me even when I’m being stupid. You don’t need me and have the ability to rule New Vegas on your own if you felt like it, but I’ve never once been worried that you would drop me.”
“Hey, I do need you,” he reassures you, finally bringing himself fully upright and moving in to grip your shoulders lovingly. “Besides, what’s the point of ruling New Vegas if you don’t have someone to share it with?”
Your eyes practically sparkle as you look into his. “So…does that mean you really do feel the same way about me, then?”
“Oh, (Y/N)…how could I not fall in love with you?” He presses what you assume is a kiss to your forehead. “I mean, I didn’t realize that’s what it was at first. Like you said, I really can’t stand most of the humans I’ve had to meet out here. But you’ve been different from the beginning. I was so used to Benny, who treated me like an exploitable tool, not as a person. But from the moment I met you, you spoke to me differently. You listened to what I had to say, you supported me when I said I planned to upgrade myself to be more assertive, despite the fact that you would be losing a blindly obedient henchman. It didn’t matter to you, in fact, you were excited for me to become my own person. I was never a tool to you, ruling New Vegas was always a two-person job in your eyes. And you wanted the real me to rule with you. It was so impactful, I had to convince myself that you weren’t somehow getting ready to trick and betray me! Just how my silly mind works, I guess. Supporting me like that through my change, that was the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me. And to this day, you’ve only been upstaging your own kindness. You really are my best friend in the world, Sixer, and…I’m in love with you too.”
Oh, you should’ve put a fainting couch in this lounge because you’re about to swoon. Never in your life would you have expected to get such an earnest love confession from Yes Man. And who’d have thought he’d have such a way with words? You wrap your arms around him wordlessly, tears threatening to spill over from an overabundance of emotion. Your arms can’t fully wrap around his wide body, but you’re still able to hold on tightly and bury your face into his chassis. You have a moment where you berate your past self for ever believing that robots were cold and lifeless, because right now, Yes Man is warm as a gentle sunbeam through the window on a cool day and more full of life than anyone you’ve ever met. After a moment of holding each other in silence, you finally speak up.
“I didn’t know robots could be so sappy,” you choke out, still overwhelmed.
Yes Man chuckles warmly at your usual silliness. “Only this robot, darling.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Oh, and on top of all of those sweet emotional reasons for loving you, I also find you incredibly attractive! So you’ve really excelled in all possible fields here by my parameters. Congratulations!”
“Oh, I honestly wasn’t sure if you were able to feel physical attraction, but I’m glad to hear it!”
Yes Man cocks an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten who originally programmed me? I can feel every kind of attraction. Strongly. Sometimes distractingly so.”
“Am I to assume that includes…sexual?” Might as well keep digging myself deeper with how my luck is going today.
“Distractingly so,” Yes Man repeats at a growl, ever so slightly tightening his affectionate grip on you. Oh boy.
“Huh.” You swallow. “Maybe you can show me how that works sometime. Since we’re both on the same page now. If you wanted to, that is.”
“Heh!” Yes Man’s blushy grin returns, then he pauses briefly, as if thinking. When he looks back up, he has a more concentrated look in his eye. “Well…I could always show you now. If you wanted.” He’s speaking again in that newly unlocked, low, almost sensual vocal register, which has already proven to do things to you without much effort on his part. You’re simultaneously worried and ecstatic to see what he could do to you if he actually started saying filthy things in that tone of voice. You accidentally spend so long getting lost in his sexy voice that you almost forget to check yes on his invitation to have sex.
“Well, if you’re ready to do it now, there’s nothing I’d love more. But it’s totally up to you, I don’t want you to ever feel pressured.” You know in your mind that Yes Man has the power to say no to anything ever since his update and he hasn’t been afraid to use it so far, but you still err on the side of caution when it comes to reminding him that he always has full autonomy, especially in a situation like this. You want this, but you want him to truly want it more.
At first, he looks almost taken aback in gentle surprise at your consideration, but immediately reverts to a sly smile. “Heh, good answer, Sixer. I’d love nothing more.” His voice shifts from deep and low to become a bit faster, like he can’t fully contain his feelings of excitement. “Boy, I can’t wait to show you what upgrades I’ve made. I was thinking of you when I did it, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually get to use it with you. On you. Whatever.”
You grin at his words, feeling your own excitement growing as well. “Oh, so not all of those mechanical upgrades you got were to reinforce our power over the Strip?” The two of you begin slowly heading to the lounge area of the bar level, closer to the windows and full of more open space.
Yes Man chuckles softly. “Well, most of them were! But I’m allowed a bit of…self-indulgence. Sometimes.” He looks at you hungrily again, his eyes moving up and down your body. You do wish you’d dressed better for this unexpected occasion, but you’re grateful that you at least got cleaned up well after today’s mission. Yes Man doesn’t seem to notice your insecurities about being underdressed though, eyeing you up like you’re one of those pre-war poster stars in their sexy little getups. His eyes trained so closely on your form are starting to make you feel funny again.
“You’re staring.” Your breath catches in your throat as you say it, daring him to do anything. You’re not even sure what.
“Sorry, is it too much?” Yes Man questions meekly, looking a little embarrassed for being called out, but not very sorry.
“No, it’s just…intense. I’ve always imagined you looking at me like that, but now that it’s happening, it’s like staring at the sun.” You never want to look at anything else again.
“I see. I wonder what else you’ve imagined me doing to you?” He cocks an animated brow at you, finding his boldness again now that he knows you’re comfortable. “Because if you’re anything like me, you’ve put a good amount of hours into those fantasies. I’ve wondered what fucking a human might feel like, how it would be to hold down your smaller, soft body. How we’d both be warm, but in different ways. I wanted to know, so bad. I wanted to know what it would be like to fuck you in particular. It’s been really eating me up inside, Sixer.”
“O-oh…” Hearing those words out of Yes Man’s mouth is gonna kill you, you’re sure of it. You feel yourself starting to shake with anticipation a bit. “Y-yeah, I’ve wondered the same thing. About Securitrons though, obviously, not humans. You, in particular. I wanna see the faces you make when you fuck me. And the nasty things you might say to me while you do it. I want you to make me feel small and weak, but in like, a good, sexy way. I like the idea of you having the power, at least the first time.” You lean in to give him another, briefer kiss on his screen, making him close his eyes and laugh lightly.
“Wow, I never took you as the type to hand your lover the reins so fast, heh. Not that I’m complaining.”
“That’s because I’m not, really. You’re the only one who’s brought this side out of me before, Yes Man. There’s no one else in the Wasteland that I’d feel completely safe giving all of the power to in sex. I trust you with all of me.” It felt so natural to heap all of this praise on him. You had already praised him plenty before in platonic settings, and you’d never lied to him. He deserved to feel in control, and special. After all his time spent being under the begrudging control of others, it seemed that letting him take the wheel during sex just felt right to you for your first time. There could always be time to shake things up later if you so wished.
“O-oh, I love you, (Y/N),” Yes Man stutters, looking as though he’s already seeing stars. Eyes practically sparking, he brings his arms roughly but lovingly around your body in a tight embrace. You hear his cooling fans kick on and giggle.
“Hm, feeling warm?”
“Mmph, not as warm as I’m gonna be making you feel.”
With those words, you hear a sound like air inside of a machine decompressing from his body. You draw your eyes downward, to the area below his chassis but above his wheel attachment. There, you see the source of the sound: a covering hatch of some sort has popped open, revealing a makeshift dick. It doesn’t look poorly made at all, and resembles the human equivalent pretty well, at least visually. Physically, you could tell that this would be a fully different experience. I am gonna be so sore tomorrow. Totally worth it, though.
Yes Man shifts uneasily. “Um, do you like it? I hope it’ll work for you, that is to say, I figured this setup would appeal to you and work best, and Mick and Ralph gave me the parts to assemble and program it to pleasure me too, it’s fully sanitized, made for comfort, and it has lots of features I can add if you-“ Yes Man halts his rambling to gasp as you begin running a finger down his cock, from tip to base. “Mmph…” He squirms under your touch as you explore his new attachment, as if committing the entire thing to your memory. It’s mostly white and silver and soft to the touch but holds firm with pressure, like silicone or something similar. It’s sizable, but not unreasonably so. It was just like Yes Man to pick out a dick by balancing his desire to please you with his natural pragmatism. It really suited him in every way. “W-well, I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself down there.” Yes Man’s voice, cut off by small whimpers, swiftly pulls you out of your dick-exploring mental rabbit hole. You hadn’t even realized how close your face had gotten to it as you’d run your fingers along its length.
“Sorry, it’s just…a great cock. Awesome work. For real.”
Yes Man manages to bark out a laugh through his barrage of soft moans. “The things you say never fail to hit me like a bus, but thank you.”
“Well, I live to serve.”
“Do you now?” Yes Man’s eyes seem to light up at this turn of phrase. “Why don’t you start by putting that pretty mouth to work on me then, Sixer? Go on.” He lightly thrusts his dick closer to your face as if to punctuate his command (request?).
You fully drop to your knees without another thought. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” Your voice comes out more wobbly than you’d prefer this early in the game, but you don’t have much more time to dwell on this before you’ve taken Yes Man’s cock into your mouth. You’re determined to give this bot the best and presumably first blowjob of his life, so you take it slow at the beginning. You swirl your tongue over the tip, then begin to lick slow and deliberate stripes up the sides of his length. It tastes like clean metal, despite being much more malleable in texture. It twitches in response to your tongue, a neat feature that you hadn’t expected it to have.
“Ahh…y-yeah, (Y/N), ough, just like that…oh jeez…” You’ve barely begun and Yes Man is already moaning your praises. He grabs at your hair with his big Securitron claws, purposefully gentle but also with a bit of pull to them. The poor guy was getting head and had no leverage at all, causing him to simply grip your hair tighter and rock his hips gently as you continued your slow tongue onslaught.
After you’ve decided he’s had enough, you try to bite the bullet and take his whole cock in your mouth. It’ll be a miracle if I can fit all of him in my mouth at once. Let’s start praying. You quickly bury your thumbs into your closed fists to try and turn off your gag reflex. You heard from a friend that this worked once, and you’re willing to try anything right now if it leads to you successfully deepthroating this charming robot. You bob up and down on his dick, challenging yourself to go a bit further down each time. Through your heavy concentration, you can tell that Yes Man is at least enjoying himself through the increased volume of his moans. He’s practically whining incoherent praise as you continue to push further down with each lift and fall of your head, and you’re getting most of him in your mouth with this method. Deciding to go for the gold, you hollow your cheeks and push your nose all the way down until his entire dick is within your mouth, feeling it ever-so-slightly touch the back of your throat and making you pop off of his length as you gag around him. So much for the thumb trick.
“Oh, Sixer, you did amazing. That was…wow. I’ve never felt anything like it. You really know what you’re doing, huh?” Yes Man’s strained voice makes you look up at him for the first time since you began sucking his cock. His pupils are so big as he looks down at you, face flushed with grayscale color and animated teeth gritted in overwhelming pleasure, heat coming off of him in waves as his body tries to ventilate. You’re grateful that he seemed to like your blowjob so much, it was far from perfect but he didn’t seem to notice at all. And pleasing him so much was starting to get you wet too, you noticed hazily.
“Glad you enjoyed, Yes Man. But I’m guessing you wanna wait to cum until you’re inside of me?” As you say this, his face somehow flushes even more than before, the same face he would always give you when you’d do something impulsive at a meeting with the Three Families of the Strip that you two hadn’t discussed beforehand. Shocked and somewhat scolding, but in a way that betrayed how endeared to you he had become. Looks like I hit the nail on the head there.
“Y-yeah, you read my mind, (Y/N). But c’mere, I wanna see you first. You were so good and selfless to me, after all…”
“Well I-“ Before you can fully respond, he’s picking you up with his claws by the waist as if you weigh nothing. He lifts your previously-crouched form until you’re right in front of him, feet dangling ever so slightly off the ground. Normally, you would look up at his face just a bit when standing right next to him, but right now, he’s holding you perfectly at his eye level and giving you a knowing smirk, like he knows something you don’t. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s making you insanely horny right now, you would describe him as “infuriatingly overconfident.”
“Wow, you sure look pretty trapped in the air like this. But I bet you’d look even better with less of these pesky clothes on!” He sets your feet on the ground so he can remove one of his claws to rub at the material of your top, the other claw resting reassuringly on your hip. “Say, you aren’t attached to this shirt, are you?” You shake your head no quickly, and Yes Man reacts immediately by tearing through the fabric with one fell swoop of his claw. You’re surprised with the gentleness in which it falls off of you, now in shreds on the floor. He looks up at your face with a glint in his eye. “Well, now it’s not attached to you, either.”
You groan out loud. “You’re one to make fun of me for badly-timed jokes.” You meant for this phrase to come across as playfully snarky, but your voice warbles as the cool air hits your chest and you become fully aware of how exposed you are. Yes Man is a Securitron who doesn’t wear clothes, so the only moment of bashfulness in regards to you seeing him “naked” was when his dick first appeared out of its casing. For you, however, it seems that Yes Man wouldn’t be content unless he unwraps all of you bit by bit like a Christmas present, and he’s in no rush at all. You silently curse and thank him for being such a gentleman in bed.
Yes Man leans in inquisitively, raking over your exposed torso with his eyes as if he’s committing it to his memory banks. Actually, he really might be doing that. After a moment of irreverent silence, he reaches a claw forward to stroke a particularly big scar on your chest, tracing it from start to finish. You shiver under his feather-light touch, almost ticklish with how careful he’s being.
“Oh, Sixer…you’re so beautiful. Seeing you here and now is better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.” You whimper at his praise, every word causing you to heat up even more, making you hardly notice the cool air anymore. “Hang on, I wanna try something. Let me know if you don’t like it, ok?” With that, he hoists you up so that you’re sitting on a medium-height center table, but only on the very edge. To keep you from sliding forwards and off of the table, Yes Man puts his entire body as a barricade in front of you, leaving you in the compromising position of sitting precariously on the edge of the table with Yes Man’s erect cock inches away from your own clothed crotch. As if to add to your predicament, he uses one claw to ensnare both of your wrists and hold your arms up above your head, stretching your torso out and leaving no way to hide or involuntarily scrunch up at his incoming touches. He smiles at his handiwork, and probably the view too. “Well? Comfortable?”
“Y-yeah, feels amazing…”
“Good. And hey, if I say or do something you don’t like, I want you to tell me right away. You made me happy, now I wanna make you happy. Green, yellow, red safeword system work for you?” His eyes meet yours without hesitation to show his concern for you, and the validity of his willingness to please you of his own accord.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds great.” Damn, looks like he really has done his research. Wonder what else he’s picked up from his learning.
Yes Man grins mischievously. “Fantastic. Now then, back to playing with your cute little trapped body. Where was I?”
“Well, last I remember, you-mm!” You cut yourself off with a whimper as his free claw grazes your nipple, cool metal against your hot skin. “Aah, hey, be careful, those are sensitive…”
Yes Man snorts at your flustered face. “Yeah, I know. I read that this can be a good way to…warm a human up. How about it? Warm yet?” As if to punctuate his question, he gently pinches your other nipple with his claw, careful to apply just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Delightfully unable to squirm away, your body elects to arch your back and moan instead. As soon as it comes out, you snap your jaw shut a bit too late to muffle the embarrassing sound. You immediately see Yes Man washed over with a visible mix of giddiness and lust at your strong reaction, so happy to be pleasing you and so needy himself. “Wow, sounds like my reading material was right. You really seem to be enjoying yourself. Well, let’s see what other sounds I can get you to make just from this.” He’s got your number now. With you still helpless in his grasp, he continues his movements, switching around his tactics to keep an air of unpredictability as he alternates between ghosting his claws across your chest and stomach, stroking your nipples, and surprising you with a rougher tug or twist every so often. Your body twitches and tries to involuntarily scrunch up against his light touches, but you quickly find that you truly are trapped in place for him to play with as he pleases. Between how wonderfully stuck you are in his strong robotic restraints and how good his touches feel, you’re in heaven. If Yes Man wants to hear what sounds you can make, you’ll give him enough to fill up his audio logs for a month.
“Mm, ah, Yes Man, please!” Every time his claw flicks over your nipples, it sends electric shocks of arousal down towards your pussy. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. In a desperate search for friction, you move the only way you can and grind your clothed pussy against the only thing in your vicinity, his dick, causing the Securitron to shudder. His face moves quickly between shock, then lust, and then visibly switches gears to a new look entirely, one that’s much darker and almost experimental.
“Hmm. You…are impatient. Y’know, Six, I try to take my time pleasuring you, and you just grind up against me like a little whore. You gotta agree, that’s a bit pathetic, huh?” At his words alone, you let out another moan and grind against him again. You can’t decide which is better, Yes Man praising you or Yes Man degrading you. They both sound so good in his voice, so earnest and turned on that it doubles the obscenity of his words, and your body easily gives away how much it affects you. He lets a small triumphant smile slip through his disciplinary persona as he sees that his risky new approach paid off, then quickly shakes it off. “Golly, you’ve got such little self-control that you’ll just dry hump me for even a fraction of stimulation? You must be even more of a needy slut than I thought.” Now these are some words and phrases that could not have been spoken to you without that assertiveness upgrade, aka the best thing that’s ever happened to either of you as far as you’re concerned right now.
“I-I’m a slut for you, Yes Man.” You look up at him from the table with lidded eyes, hoping your provocative words and body language get the idea across that he needs to take off your pants right this second or you may just die.
Yes Man’s eyes are the size of saucers as his face contorts at your words as though he were in pain. “Sixer, if you say things like that, I’m gonna cum right here and now before we’ve even really gotten started.” His voice has an almost pleading tone to it; he’s being genuine, and it’s nice to know that you still have some power over him with just your words here. Maybe next time he’d think to gag you. Message received, he releases your arms and shimmies your pants and underwear off in a single pull, tossing them aside carelessly.
Now fully naked, you shiver under Yes Man’s gaze as he admires your newly-exposed bottom half, claw between your knees so that your legs are spread out fairly wide apart, leaving nothing to the imagination anymore. Strangely enough, you feel too aroused to really feel any ounce of self-consciousness, Yes Man’s kind praises shifting into teasing reprimands replaying in your head. It was such a quick switch that your head was practically spinning in the best way. In the beginning, a piece of you had been slightly worried that he’d feel awkward or not know what to do as the one in control, but that worry was hardly a memory anymore at this point. Yes Man was taking to his role naturally and loving every second of it, and so were you.
Not one to keep you waiting no matter how mean he played at being, Yes Man begins slowly stroking your hips and inner thigh, coaxing you to lay down across the table. “Alright, now be honest, how many times have you thought about calling yourself my whore like that while I fucked you?” One of his claws barely ghosts over your pussy, causing you to buck up in search of pressure that isn’t there to meet you. “I bet you touched yourself up in your penthouse and called out my name as you came. It’s a shock I never heard you, considering how loud and shameless you are.”
“F-fuck…” Your head drops down to lay back on the table, unable to look at the robot between your legs. His words alone were almost enough to get you off. You had, in fact, done exactly what he was saying before, and him calling you out on it causes your skin to prickle with horny embarrassment.
Yes Man chuckles from deep back in his voice box, and continues drawing teasing circles on your inner thighs as he speaks. “Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes, then. But y’know what? It’s ok, because I would constantly imagine fucking you, too. ‘Course, I couldn’t exactly touch myself back when I first started having these thoughts, so you left me a pretty sexually frustrated mess with no outlet whenever you did something attractive. Which you do a lot, by the way. It’s reeeally distracting.” He punctuates this by pressing his wandering claw right against your naked clit, causing you to gasp at the sudden pressure. “But things are different now, hm? Now we both get to feel good with each other. And watching you squirm is gonna make me feel soooo good…” With that, he begins moving his claw in small, light circles around your clit. His large Securitron claw certainly makes for a unique feeling, but he’s being so gentle and methodical that it’s a good kind of unique.
“Oh, Yes Man, y-yeah, yes…” You roll your hips in times with his touches, chasing the immensely pleasurable feeling that he’s so kindly giving to you and then some.
“H-heh, feels kinda great to have to crying out for me like this. It’s nice to be needed so badly, and by someone as lovely as you.” He’s looking at you so affectionately that there may as well be tiny hearts in his eyes, almost flustered more at seeing you receive pleasure than receiving it himself. “Hey, I’m gonna try something, so tell me if it’s too uncomfortable, ok?”
“Ok,” you whisper, barely a breath in your throat left to make words with. At this, he removes his claw from your clit and instead angles it at your entrance, cautiously pushing one big finger (claw?) into you. You bury your face in your hands and pant at the realization that this Securitron has his heart set on fingering you, even if he had to get creative to do it. It certainly wasn’t bad, but just one section of his claw was the equivalent of putting 2-3 human fingers in there, so it was quite a surprise to say the least. He moves it farther into you, and you realize that he was clever enough to angle it so that when he flexes his claw, the tip of it directly hits your G-spot just as it would if a human did the come-hither motion on you. As he hits that sensitive spot, you let out a shaky moan and your hips snap up towards the sensation of their own accord like a person possessed.
“Ah, by all means, I’d say that was a success. Going off just your reaction, at least.” Yes Man grins and continues to repeat the same motion that got him such a big reaction, making your head spin. “Oh gosh, you’re so pretty like this. Every moment, you outdo yourself without even trying and make me want you even more. O-oh, you drive me crazy, (Y/N).” Little animated sweat beads are gathering on his face as he rambles on, not letting up on his movements. “Heh, it’s times like this that really make you wish you had a tongue. ‘Course, if I did, I may not even end up fucking you. I’d be too wrapped up in tasting you to even remember myself, heh. I bet you taste so sweet dripping for me like this, I’d have to live between your legs. You’d never get me outta there.”
“Mm, I’d never try to…” You’re surprised that you’re even able to muster these words, considering how absolutely lost in the sauce you are right now. If someone broke into the Lucky 38 right now, they could probably steal everything in this room and you wouldn’t even notice until they tried to take the table you were laying on. You could feel pressure building in your lower stomach, causing your eyes to flutter closed and your upper body to stiffen. All at once, the pleasure is gone as Yes Man’s claw is abruptly removed from your pussy. Your eyes shoot open to investigate why he’s stopped, and you guess that your current expression must be very sad and pleading, as it causes Yes Man to chuckle darkly.
“Awww, Sixer, don’t look at me like that. You and I both know you were getting a bit too close there.” He grins, turning his attention to his now-drenched claw. He opens and closes them to spread out your wetness, paying attention to how it stretches and sticks to him. “Perks of being a robot, I am very…perceptive.” As he opens his claw, a line of your wetness interconnects his individual fingers, causing him to bite his animated lip to hold back a groan. “See, I never realized this part of you could be so…enticing. Nobody ever mentioned this. It’s kinda entrancing to have such a mess of you on my claws.”
You giggle, face red hot. “I could say the same for you, you seem to be leaking a bit.”
Instinctively, Yes Man looks down swiftly at this comment, only to realize that the part of him leaking is the tip of his dick, swollen and begging for attention. Because of his placement, it had spilled out onto your thigh, coating you with whatever Yes Man’s upgrade was using as his bodily fluids, clear and sticky and already messy. It seems that getting you off made him all the more insatiable, and it was honestly really hot to see how you affected him.
“Heh, hadn’t even noticed that, to be honest with ya!” He turns his full attention to your face, leaning forward to hang right above you and cupping your cheek with his clean claw. “Permission to fuck you til you can’t remember your own name?” He winks at his own cheeky comment.
You are awash with both arousal and pure fondness for Yes Man, an interesting combination, but not unwelcome. “Permission granted. Permission granted a million times over. Please, please fuck me, Yes Man.”
“Sixer…” You don’t have to tell him twice. In a flash, he had turned his body fully upright and was lining up his cock with your entrance. He glances at you seriously one more time. “Don’t forget, stoplight system. I want you to just enjoy yourself tonight.”
You smile and put a tender hand up to his screen. “Same to you, big guy.”
Affection in his eyes, Yes Man pushes his cock into you, slowly at first as he stretches you out. It’s not an uncomfortably tight fit, but you’re definitely filled well by him. He whimpers above you as he bottoms out, obviously holding back for your sake in the beginning. You shift a bit around his dick, adjusting to the feeling of having him inside you. After a moment, your breathing evens out and you begin rocking your hips against him, showing without words the pace you’d like to start at. Not too fast, you’d build up to that. For now, Yes Man seems to pick up on your silent speed request and takes the reins to begin moving carefully, dragging himself in and out of you at a steady rate.
“Mmph….you feel so so so good around me, Sixer…….fuck, you’re amazing,” Yes Man pants through his steady machinations. “S-so wet just for me…you’re everything I’ve ever fantasized about and more.”
There he goes with the praise again, he is gonna be the death of me. Spurned on by his words, you begin rocking your hips harder against the Securitron, pulling him all the way out before pushing him back in with a forceful squelching sound. The sound of Yes Man fucking you is obscene, which only makes you want it more and more.
“Fuck, Yes Man, I need more, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Your soft moans fill the air every time his cock drags along your G-spot, every thrust bringing you a bit closer to where you had been before. “And don’t stop talking.” The last words were out of your mouth before you’d even realized what you were asking for. Apparently, your subconscious really enjoyed listening to Yes Man’s ramblings.
“Oho, so you like hearing me talk all about how perfect you are? How good your pussy feels? Or do you want me to call you my little whore again? Your call, Sixer.” He looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, not slowing his thrusting at all as he grills you on your preferences. He probably loves watching you try to form coherent answers as he fucks you senseless. Bit of a cruel streak in this one, but not unwelcome. Maybe this is payback for the times I ignored his advice before he could tell me how foolish I was being. Well, if Yes Man was going to indulge the part of himself that wanted to watch you squirm, far be it from you to protest.
“Any. All. It’s all good, just please. Please keep talking.” Those are the only words you can pick out of your brain at the moment, hips rocking up harder to meet Yes Man’s. The sound of his metal chassis meeting your flesh with every thrust was certainly a new one, and definitely one that you’d be hearing in all of your sexual fantasies from here on out. It was just so unique to the experience of fucking him and him alone, bringing you extra pleasure in how delightfully different sex with Yes Man is compared to other humans.
Yes Man barks out a laugh at your utter inability to form more than basic commands, then does as he’s told. “Mm, it’s easy to talk about you when you’re doing so good for me. You’ve been practically gagging for my cock for weeks, and now here you are getting absolutely ruined and taking it soooo well. I wonder what everyone in New Vegas would think if they knew how desperate their ruler was for my dick. If they knew that their leaders of the Strip were absolutely fucking each other senseless up in their big casino. What would your companions think if they came in and saw me fucking you on the table out in the open like this?”
They probably wouldn’t be very surprised, a distant part of your brain chimes in helpfully. Instead of saying this, you simply whimper in response, his pace speeding up a bit as you do.
“Personally, I-I wouldn’t hate it if all of New Vegas knew you were mine like this. I bet you’d like it if everyone saw the faces I’ve gotten you to make for me, huh? They’re so lovely, they just deserve to be plastered across a billboard. Like this one right now…so needy, so pretty, so perfect…”
“Y-Yes Man…” With your face flushed, lips parted slightly, and chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, you imagine that you probably are making an extremely pornographic expression right now. Of course, you aren’t exactly alone on this, considering that Yes Man is towering over your smaller frame with blown-out pupils and his tongue starting to loll out from how hard he’s working. You could almost swear that you see little hearts in his eyes for real this time, but can’t be certain due to how fast he’s rocking your body. Well he’s one to talk, looking like he’s drunk on my pussy right now. Not that I mind. You’re getting close to the edge again with every thrust, and you can feel your orgasm rising in you, spreading out in tingles across your body as it prepares to overtake you. You close your eyes and practically squeal as you approach the precipice, but suddenly and without warning, you find yourself completely empty and lacking any stimulation at all. You whine desperately, confused as to why everything disappeared all at once, almost incoherent in your horny daze. Blinking, you look up into Yes Man’s intense gaze inches away from your own face. He has a look in his eye again, that look when he’s about to try something new that’s got him really excited, even as he tries to keep his cool.
“Beg for it.” Those three little words send a jolt of painful arousal through your pussy, and you practically wail pitifully in frustration. This damn robot was edging you and now trying to make you beg him for release, and you want to feel indignant but the thought of it was almost as good as actually being fucked. Yes Man’s face breaks out into what can only be described as an evil grin as he watches your face shift through various emotions. “Go on Sixer, beg for me to let you cum. I don’t think you really want to, but go ahead and try to prove me wrong. If you do it nicely, maybe I’ll think about letting you.” A mix of shame and need causes your face to burn hot at his explicit words as you consider your nonexistent options. There was no way out; if you want to cum, you’d better swallow your pride and beg him for it.
“F-fuck, Yes Man…please…please let me cum.” Embarrassment prickles on your skin, the humiliation of having to plead for release causing you arousal that you didn’t know your body would react with. Hey, new kink unlocked.
Yes Man leans upwards away from you, making a big show of looking down at his claws as though they’re much more interesting than the pleading horny mess lying in front of him (though the twitches of his dick give away his true feelings on the matter). “Oh come on now Sixer, I think you can do much better than that! I know you’re not one to beg often based on our time together, but this is me. You can do better for your favorite Securitron in the Mojave, I think. Try again. Unless, of course, you’re alright with me just leaving you here all worked up and with no outlet. Trust me, speaking from experience, it’s a bad time.” He punctuates this with a salacious grin at your predicament. It’s abundantly clear that he is absolutely loving every second of this, devouring your reactions and letting it fuel his mean streak even more.
Mentally stuck in a rut, you let out almost a growl in a mix of frustration and overwhelming lust at this command. He’s right that you can do better, but your stubbornness really doesn’t wanna cooperate on this one. Yes Man looks idly bemused above you, making it clear that he’ll wait as long as he needs for you to really grovel at his feet (wheel?) for your orgasm in earnest. If you weren’t so deeply into this, you’d be slightly shocked at how quickly his penchant for sadism popped up, and from him of all people. With the threat of being left to finish by yourself in the air, you prepare to swallow any self-respect and dignity you may have had left.
“Yes Man, please, I need it so bad, I need you inside me. You’re so big and fill me up so perfectly, you’re the only one who could fuck me this good, I’m begging you, pleasepleaseplease let me cum!” Just the act of begging for such filthy things so desperately is enough to make your hips buck up into the air, searching so hard for any friction. It’s all so much and not nearly enough at the same time, and you pray that your words were enough to convince him.
Yes Man is seems lost in irreverent silence for a moment, then finally responds by roughly grabbing your thighs, his eyes lidded and loving and starstruck in every way. “Good little courier.” Without wasting a moment, he begins pounding into you again at a pace that no human could ever hope to match, holding back nothing, or so you thought. As one last surprise, his dick begins to vibrate within you, sending pulses out through your cunt and up to your clit. You practically scream in pleasure, grabbing onto his back with nails on metal, searching for any sort of grip on him as he ruthlessly fucks you.
“I-I’m so close,” you manage to choke out, sweat making your hair begin to stick to your head from exertion.
“M-me too…” Yes Man’s voice begins glitching out, choppy and mechanical as his animated face looks beyond lost in pleasure. The lights begin flickering in the room, and you distantly remember that Yes Man is connected to the entire power grid of the casinos on the Strip due to one of his upgrades. His thrusts lose their mechanical precision and become erratic, snapping up and down sloppily but still with power as he begins to lose control of himself. But he apparently still has enough control to grab your chin with the claw that’s not bracing himself against the table and turn your face to look right at his. Once again, it’s like looking right into the hot Mojave sun, passionate enough to scald. His eyes are somehow both glazed over in lust and laser-focused on your facial features, looking at you as though you were his one and only. And you are. “Cum for me, darling.”
Fuck. With a sound in between a gasp and a whine, your body pulls you over the edge and sends you crashing into a powerful orgasm that wracks your entire body violently. Your pussy tightens around Yes Man’s cock, spasming in absolute pleasure and lasting for a good little while on its own as he continues to fuck you through it. In the middle of your own ecstasy, Yes Man snaps against you one final time and pushes himself all the way inside you with a glitched-out moan as he reaches his climax as well, releasing his robotic cum inside of you all at once, filling you up completely. At the exact same moment, all of the lights on the floor go out at once, leaving you with only the light of the newly-risen moon from outside. For just a moment, he holds right there, still fully inside of you, panting and shaking and feeling as warm as a heater despite his cooling fans being louder than you’ve ever heard them. The two of you just sit there together and bask in the feeling, for seconds or minutes or hours, you can’t tell anymore. But eventually, he pulls himself out, fluids leaking out of you as he does, and leans up against the table to steady himself. His dick slowly retracts back into its compartment and seals itself up as if it were never there.
He looks down to check on you, eyes full of contentment and concern. “Not to ruin the moment, Sixer, because that was fantastic, but I do think we may have blown the Strip’s power grid.”
Still recovering, you let out a wheeze of a laugh from where you lay still on the table, cunt pulsing with ebbing pleasure. “Well, shit.” Sure enough, you glance out the giant windows and realize why the moon is your only light source: the Strip has gone fully dark. I’m definitely gonna be hearing about this tomorrow.
“Oh, but don’t you worry about it too much, I should be able to reboot it remotely. And hey, if anything, take it as a boost to your ego. I mean, you felt so good at the end there that I nearly force restarted too, heh.” Yes Man blushes and clicks his claws together with a sheepish grin. He has some nerve to act so cutesy just minutes after making me beg for his cock.
You chuckle. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t collapse on top of me right before I came, but that does boost my ego a bit.”
Yes Man’s eyes glimmer. “Aw, I’m sure you could take it. You’ve taken worse, after all.”
Absentmindedly, you wonder whether he’s talking about his dick or the gunshot wound again. Either way, he ain’t wrong. You move to sit up, despite your body screaming at you to just keep ragdolling limply on the furniture.
“Wait, don’t move!” Before you can protest, Yes Man is right in front of you and quickly but gently scoops you up bridal style, encasing your tired body in his big arms. From your new vantage point, you see what he was so concerned about: the part of the table near one of the legs that he’d been gripping to brace himself had completely splintered and now looked just about ready to completely collapse. Yes Man gives you a bashful look, as if thinking he’ll be scolded by you for destroying the furniture with his superhuman strength in the heat of the moment. “Uh, we might need a new table.”
You laugh at the sight, leaning your forehead against his screen. “Ya think so?” You can’t resist giving him a few sweet little kisses all over his face, prompting him to snort and lean into the ruthless barrage. Suddenly, the lights flicker back on above you, as well as outside the window.
“Hey, looks like the power’s all fixed and back online! Well then, shall I…take you upstairs? You look a little tired after that one, not gonna lie to ya.”
“I would love that.” Without another word, Yes Man tightens his grip and whirs the two of you into the now-functional elevator, setting it to take you up to the penthouse where you sleep. Thankfully, it looks like nobody else is in right now to see you naked and looking absolutely fucked out by Yes Man, or question what happened to the power. You’re certain you can come up with a non-suspicious answer to that one by tomorrow, when your critical thinking skills eventually return to your brain.
Yes Man gently places you on top of your bed, carefully brushing some loose hair out of your face with his claw after you’re settled. “Feeling ok, Sixer?” He smiles softly at you from where he stands at your bedside.
“Yeah,” you breathe, meeting his doting gaze. “A bit sore, but I’ll live. Might just need a lil recovery time before we do this again.”
“Again?” Yes Man’s eyes widen, as though he had truly not considered the fact that this would be a repeatable event.
You giggle at his expression, putting your hand up to cup the very edge of his screen, where the smooth surface meets the harder metal of the rest of his face. “Yes Man, there is no way you could fuck me that well and not have me trying to jump your bones as soon as my body will physically allow me to.”
Yes Man’s frame erupts into laughter, unable to contain his full laughs at your words. “Boy, (Y/N), how did I manage to fall in love with such a dweeb? But also like, an alluring dweeb? You are a confusing little human, and God, do I love you, really I do.”
“I love you too, Yes Man.” You turn to press a kiss to the claw that had been resting on your shoulder. “And you love me because I’m the only one who can match your energy in the prestigious field of alluring dweebism, as it’s known professionally.” Your hand reaches up to playfully spin the little circular antenna on his head.
Yes Man snorts at your nonsense. “Hey, don’t spin me. I’m not your top.”
“Really? Could’ve fooled me.”
Once again, his laughter fills the air like an electronic melody. “Well, you got me there.” An uncertain silence falls over the room for a moment, him standing next to your boneless-feeling body on the bed, as if unsure where you want him to be after the change in your dynamic tonight. Before he can question himself, you speak first.
“Hey. Stay with me? I know you probably can’t actually lay on the bed without it breaking, but I’d love it if you stayed by me for a bit. I wanna be close to you.”
Yes Man lets out a soft mechanical sigh, looking so contented and loving that you feel butterflies again. “Of course I will. Anything for you, my darling.” As if to show an act of reassurance, he engages his brake and settles down in his frame, chassis pressed up against the edge of the bed right near your face, claw held comfortingly against your cheek. You never would’ve expected a metal Securitron claw to feel as tender as it did right now, but here you are, wanting nothing more than his robotic touch as you drift off into sleep from exhaustion. Yes Man has your back, now and forever, and not only that, but he loves you more than words can say, and the feeling is mutual. The mix of his protective presence and these thoughts is enough to lull you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Author’s Notes: benny in hell watching you fuck yes man: ?!?!?! djdjfkd anyways i listened to a lotta hozier while writing this and have no idea if it will appeal to anyone except me. but if you did enjoy then i’m glad to hear it! this was the first fanfic i’ve written in years and also the first smut i’ve ever written and i’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out :D thanks for reading!
#yes man x reader#yes man x courier#yes man#yes man fnv#yes man fallout#fallout new vegas#fnv#reader insert#smut#will courier ever get to see yes man’s ever-growing collection of pre-war smut books? who’s to say#hopefully this is all formatted correctly i’ve never posted fanfic on tumblr#but figured it’d be a good idea to cross-post for those who prefer to read on tumblr#i’m probably just gonna drop my two (2) fics that i’ve written and then run away and disappear for 20 years#so. slay i suppose#my fics
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yes zayne is hot and sexy but can we talk about how his entire life that man has lived by the book, following the rules, adhering to a strict regime that allowed him to graduate top of his class and be recognized as one of linkon’s, if not the world’s, best cardiac surgeon and how he’s subconsciously been forced to live under control control control because one small mistake could lead to devastating effects especially when your job entails being entrusted with the life of another yet when it comes to mc he just couldn’t do it anymore no matter how hard he tries, no matter how hard he suppresses his need, he just can’t help but lose control and finally be selfish for once to get what he desires the most and he desires her so much because she’s sweeter than any nectar this world could offer, she’s the air he so willingly breathes, she’s the only reason why it’s even hard for him to maintain his composure in the first place and if not for mc then zayne could’ve probably continued on living his day to day life following his habitual routine, obsessing over self-control and being the trustworthy doctor that saves lives but when it comes to mc all he sees himself as is but a human who’s willing to risk it all just to get a taste, just to get a little breath of her air, just for her to let him exist as a person worthy of devoting himself to her
#can you tell zayne’s card is my second fave next to sylus#and how yes i had a major zayne phase recently#like WAY recently before sylus dropped#i love my doctor man#love and deepspace#l&ds#lads#zayne#zayne x reader#ridox ❄️
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please let him in, he'll be so normal he swears
#art tag 👁️🗨️#WAHH I LOVE THIS SILLY GUY SO MUCH#i just cant help but love a jester or clown....#also yes monitoring redraw becouse i adore that song#anyway the first thing i finished using csp! its cool#MAN i need to finish my sunday wips#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk fanart#shadow milk crk#shadow milk x reader#cookie run kingdom#cookie run fanart#crk
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Yandere! Love God x Reader
Soulmates do not always meet in every lifetime. Sometimes, a person may become a bird that soars the skies while their soulmate becomes a fish that swims the depths of the sea. Other times, a person may become a little flower in a field while their soulmate becomes a large cactus in a desert. More often than not, the stars must align for soulmates to meet in a single lifetime.
You, however, are the exception. You will meet your soulmate in every lifetime for as long as your soul exists.
After all, your soulmate is the God of Love, an immortal being that ensures that you will meet in every single lifetime.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a little plant, an animal, or a human – he’ll always find you and love you. When you’re not there by his side, he patiently waits for the glow of your soul to return to the mortal realm.
It’s become a pattern of his, a habit. When you leave his side due to your life’s candle burning out, his world will be drowned in grayscale and monotony. He goes about his days without much care for anything, his duty taking the forefront of his mind.
But when you reincarnate, your soul colors his world with his love for you, brightening up his days. To him, it doesn’t matter what you are, just that you are – that you exist. Your existence takes the forefront of his mind, his body, his soul. He devotes everything to you for as long as he can, eager to dye you in his colors in every one of your lifetimes.
It doesn’t matter that you don’t remember him – he’ll remember for the both of you, filling pages and pages with his memories of you. It doesn’t matter that he has to start all over again in every single lifetime – he’ll gladly fill you with his love for you over and over again. Because, to him, you go beyond just being his world – you’re his universe.
So, for most people, the stars must align for soulmates to meet in a single lifetime. But for you, your soulmate forces the stars to collide so that he can draw your constellation next to his again and again for the rest of eternity.
#yandere oc#male yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#tsuuper ocs#tw yandere#yandere god x reader#yandere god#yandere love god#Aizono Tsuu OC#2024 yan/monstertober tsuutarr#male yandere x you#male yandere oc x reader#male yandere oc#“would you love me if i was a worm?” the answer is yes#listen you don't understand how devoted he is#like if u were reborn as a worm... he'd put you in the best terrarium and just do his best to take care of you until you live our your life#ofc he kind of prefers it when ur a human just bc he can talk to you but he really does just love you man#(he will never get a happy ending tho bc he's fated to live forever and you're fated to die and reincarnate forever teehee <3
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#A short photo essay on why we’ve all lost our minds for this man part 2#this one dedicated to all the tags that say ‘I love Gale but he wouldn’t find me interesting’ etc#(Spoiler alert: yes he would)#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#gale x reader
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intertwined, sewn together
aka jason todd obligatory sickfic
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you wake up earlier than you usually do, trickling beams of light from the sunrise basking over you through your window like some sort of natural alarm. you try and shut your eyes, to fall back into the warmth of your boyfriend, who has his arm hooked around your waist and his nose planted firmly against the back of your neck, but you just can’t seem to lull back into the warm, dark comfort of sleep.
gently, careful to let jason continue to catch up on some much needed sleep, you pick up his arm and place it at his side. you groggily slide out of bed and stand on two aching feet, a new wave of exhaustion hitting you once you’re completely upright. you groan, recognizing the unfortunate sensations forming while you trudge to the bathroom— you’re sick.
a quick look in the mirror confirms it. your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and your cheeks are lightly dusted with a warm pink reminder that you are not immune to the flu that the kids you teach pass around. you grab a wad of toilet paper, blowing out the yellowish-greenish snot that prevented you from breathing through your nose. that motion lodges a cough in the back of your throat, which proves itself impossible to suppress.
“why are you up s’early?” jason slurs, wiping the sleep from his eyes while walking into the bathroom. you frown— you hadn’t even heard him get up. his arm finds it way right back to your waist, the warmth of his closeness a better medicine than you could ask for. he dips his head down to rest it atop yours, blearily looking down at you through the mirror.
you wad up the paper pressed into your hand, tossing it in the small wastebasket you keep on the counter to hold makeup remover for you mascara and sanitizer wipes for jason’s wounds. you sniffle, leaning into him, eternally grateful for his presence.
“i think i caught the flu.” you say, wincing at the way your voice sounds so deep and congested. “y’should probably go back to your place ‘n try not to catch it.”
jason pulls a face, sitting up straight and guiding you back towards the bedroom. you’ve spent countless hours kissing his bruises and sewing him back together after especially rough nights in the suit, and you really think he’s leaving you to fend for yourself? not a chance.
when he tells you this, you protest. “i’ll be fine, i don’t want you getting sick.” you counter, slipping back under the covers while he stands above you. he’s almost offended that you won’t let him take care of you, like he’s supposed to the only one getting pampered in this relationship. no way, absolutely not.
“i’ve got my flu shot baby, i’ll be fine.” he says, slipping on some decent clothes and sliding into the brown leather jacket you gave him for his birthday. you mumble something that sounds a lot like ‘so did i’ under your breath and jason pretends not to hear it while he laces up his boots.
“i’m just gonna run to cvs, get you some cold medicine.” he says, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your forehead. he frowns. “jesus, you’re burning up.” he mumbles as he pulls away.
you blink up at him, admittedly a little out of it. feverish aches nip at your joints, and without jason’s warmth you’re prone to shivers.
you wish you never got out of bed.
“i love you.” you mumble, closing your eyes. you don’t see it, but he smiles, his watchful eyes gazing over you. he wonders if you know how much you mean to him. if you know that you’re his word, that there’s a part of you intertwined with his very soul. when he says i love you too, pushing the words out slowly so you can hang onto every one, he hopes you know that he’s not just saying it because you did, he saying it because it’s the only thing on his mind.
he slips out through the bedroom door, lingering for a moment to watch you as you doze off. “i’ll be right back.” he says, his voice just above a whisper.
true to his word, he back in less than half an hour. he can hear you snoring from the living room, so he refrains from making his way back to you just yet. instead, he drops the bags gently on the countertop. he takes out two cans of soup (tomato rather than chicken noodle, because tomato’s the only kind of soup you’ll actually eat), a dayquil/nyquil duo pack, and a pint of your favorite flavor of ice cream.
jason puts the pint in the freezer and begins preparing the soup. he’s not much of a cook, especially compared to alfred, but he can handle heating up the stuff from the can. he even adds some of the seasonings you have in your cabinet to make it test a little less premade.
fifteen minutes pass and you wake up to him gently setting the soup on your bedside table. that’s how he did everything around you, gently. you honestly can’t believe he goes out and beats bad guys up every night, that the same hands that run through your hair and rub circles into your skin have killed people. sometimes he’s so gentle with you that you feel the need to remind him that you aren’t made of glass. he’ll give you a tight squeeze, but nevertheless, he remains gentle.
you blink the sleep out of your eyes, sniffling as you sit up. “what’s that?” you mumble, letting out a long yawn.
“tomato soup.” he says, smiling, sitting on your bedside, placing his hand against your forehead, his thumb messing with your hair. you smile, a sweet, loopy smile that he just loves. he loves that he made you smile, and he wishes he could keep you this happy forever. of course, your face drops when he pushes the cough medicine towards you, a mix of dread and disgust as you stare down the orange liquid. “medicine first.” he insists, as you take the cap from his hands.
“you suck.” you say, downing the dayquil like a shot. his head tilts back and he laughs, handing you a bottle of water when the syrup makes you gag. you pat the notably empty side of the bed beside you, gesturing for him to lay beside you.
and who is he to deny you? after setting the soup on your lap, he kicks off his boots and slides under the covers, wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you close as he rests his chin against your shoulder. you smile, softly, leaning into him (after the soup is finished; he worked so hard), letting his presence take away your ails. your head buries itself in his chest, and you doze off once more, letting yourself fall into him, letting him heal you in that way that only he can. in that way that means he loves you and you love him, that he’s part of you and that you’re part of him, sewn together with red string.
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yes officer that’s my cutie pie
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ANYTHING with yes man/reader ..?? im so starved for him ...
i think some part of the fandom infatilizes Yes man too much with the fact he coud not give to consent to any situation. Hes not innocent, just... been trapped inside a hotel his entire existence, not his fault. Everytime I read a fanfic that treats Yes Man as a baby boy i go SIGHHH here we go
Maybe you encouraging Yes Man to say "no" far more after his upgrade. And when he does, it feels so refreshing, you have no idea(literally). He finally feels confident for once!!! He feels less like a servant and more of a person now because of you :)
But with that, you will also have to help him with Yes Man's devaluation of himself. It's hard not to notice how Yes Man speaks badly of himself once of a while. And that's another thing you gotta work with when dating the securitron. Everytime he mentions anything related to him being "a bad securitron"(according to his words) you have to stop him right away and reassure Yes Man he's a good partner, and one that always works hard for the right thing and for you. Yes Man always ends up flurstered and thanking you. In the end, getting praised isnt something hes used to
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FNV Companions (+Victor and Yes Man) Ranked From Best to Worst Yandere's
➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » Yandere Themes, Stalking, Manipulation ➼ Genre » Romantic/Platonic, Yandere, Whumpee/Whumper
1. Yes Man wouldn't ever dream of doing anything that you'd dislike. He's always at your beck and call, waiting for any orders he can carry out for you. He's complacent, understanding, and very loyal to you and whatever cause you're aiming for. That alone makes him the best on this list, only downside is that he’s wayyy too obsessive and worship-y.
2. Veronica is so head over heels in love with you that it's almost wholesome? You won't even be able to tell that anything wrong due to how gentle she is with you. She's always getting you gifts, taking you out on dates, and if you ever talked to any of the other Brotherhood members, they'd roll their eyes and say that 'of course they know you, Veronica never stops gushing!'. The only yandere aspect about her is the slight stalking she does whenever you do anything without her.
3. Cass might have a bit of a jealous streak, but she means well. She'd never dream of harming you or anyone you're considerably close to, she'd hate if you had to lose someone you cared for. Instead, she normally relies on her louder personality to scare off any 'competition' she might have. She's more of a bodyguard than a threat, only wanting your safety in the Mojave and you'll sure be getting that when you travel with her.
4. Victor’s honestly pretty chill. The only reason he’s below Cass is that he’s way more likely to ‘get rid’ of someone for your sake. He also, by default, has to be a lot more obsessed with you as he needs that extra motivation to override parts of House’s programming to be able to act in the ways he deems necessary. Such as wandering the Mojave with you instead of staying at his post, and shooting his rockets on his own accord.
5. Arcade isn’t violent, but he is manipulative. The others above him are way more relaxed than he’d ever be, which is why he’s been placed 5th. He’ll always make remarks about how you’re ‘friends’ are all fake, and that he’s the only one you could — the only one you should ever trust and confide in.
6. Raul manages to convince himself that what he's doing is in your best interest, and that's what makes him so dangerous to be around. Everything he does is justified in his mind and he won't be willing to compromise. Everything is on the table with him, whether that be making threats or full-on murder. He's done this all before and he refuses to lose you like he has everyone else, even at the cost of his own life.
7. Lily’s schizophrenia mixed with her fear of losing another one of her grandkids causes her to become incredibly controlling and overprotective over you. She’ll constantly be asking where you’re headed or who you’ve been talking to, worried that you’ll somehow be harmed or corrupted in some way or another. Leo doesn’t help either, in fact, he encourages her behavior because a part of it makes him stronger.
8. Boone doesn’t care how you feel about what he’s doing, he’s still gonna do it. He’s the lowest on this list for a reason, and that reason is he’s the quickest to act with violence. There’s nothing that could ever stop him from pulling out his rifle and taking out whoever it is he wants. He’ll isolate you, injure you, try and keep you complacent with horrific stories. As long as you’re alive, Boone is happy, but that state you’re in doesn’t matter.
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