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raiders-r-us · 5 years

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Headcanon • If Gage and Sole ran off to The Mojave

For the purpose of this headcanon, we will assume The Courier chose to fight for an Independent Vegas (A.K.A. the Yes Man ending)

Planning the Move

• Gage and Sole start to seriously consider starting a family, which necessitates getting far away from Nuka World and the enemies they made in The Commonwealth

• Sole jokingly suggests they go 'get hitched' in Vegas. Gage is unfamiliar with the prewar context and assumes she's asking him to marry her

• He accepts her 'proposal' without hesitation and begins planning their travel route

• Sole is beside herself with excitement, and fills Gage's head with all sorts of stories about prewar(and even historical) Vegas, and The Mojave

• Gage likes the sound of slow living desert life

Goodsprings

• First Notable place they hit is Goodsprings; Sole notes that the quiet town hasn't changed much since the last time she saw it

• Gage is taken aback by how polite people here are, it's the first time in a long time people didn't know him as a bloodthirsty raider

• They stick around for a while, helping out here and there. Gage takes a liking to the now extremely elderly Easy Pete. Pete even shares some explosive tales he never thought he'd tell another soul

• Trudy says the couple reminds her of a young Courier who passed through there almost a decade ago

• They poke around the old schoolhouse, and Sole thinks it's a shame no one uses it. Gage is intrigued by the collection of dusty old books he'd never seen before

• The man LOVES Sunset Sarsaparilla

• "Seriously FUCK Nuka Wild"

• They save the town from a tribal attack, and Gage feels strangely good about protecting people for a change

• He respects that the people of Goodsprings stood there ground to fight; he learns here that the people of The Mojave aren't willing to roll over without a fight

• After they've had their fill of exploration, they choose to settle down in Goodsprings, building their home just outside of town so Gage doesn't feel too crowded

• He's had his fill of close shoulder to shoulder living, and he relishes the quiet offered by the rural setting

• Gage considers this about the perfect place to raise their children, quiet without being boring

• Gage ends up taking charge as sheriff of Goodsprings; determined to have a safe space for his family

• They fix up the schoolhouse and Sole starts providing the children of Goodsprings(and a few curious adults) with a more rounded education

• Gage developes a taste for Gecko meat, and loves taking shots at Geckos off his porch

• He ends up keeping an especially feisty one as a pet though

• He calls him fluffy

• He takes a HUGE liking to Nightstalkers, he raises one from a pup and calls her "Miss Daisy"

• Miss Daisy wears a red bandana

Exploration

• Gage is surprised by the lack of radiation out west compared to the east; which really gives him an eagerness to explore

• He becomes a more adventurous eater because of that

• Still won't try Ruby Nash's radscorpion casserole

• Constantly amazed by all the different animals, plants, and even people that exist in The Mojave

• Sole never thought SHE'D be the one restraining HIM from adopting 30 million new pets

• FUCK Cazadors though

• First time he sees a centaur he actually throws up

• He never had much of an opinion on mutants before, but after seeing the centaurs it's really hard for him not to kill them on sight

• He won't eat vegetables for a full MONTH after exploring Vault 22

• WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY DEATHCLAWS??

• Absolutely despises Fiends, and would really like to stamp them out for good, if it weren't for the fact that he knows nothing he does will ever stop idiots from getting high and making trouble

• Holy Hell does everything out here breath fire??

• Nopes right the fuck out of Boomer territory

Vegas

• Cheats at cards BIG TIME

• He's good at it though, so never gets caught

• The one and only time someone voices their suspicions, they challenge him to a game of Caravan to test his card skills

• Turns out he's also very skilled at cards, and without playing dirty, he crushes his opponent

• He thinks the Ultraluxe is too pretentious, so he avoids it on principle

• The Tops is a but too friendly for his tastes; it's like the Chairmen all want to be his best friend...it's too fake and he doesn't trust them for a second

• The only Casino he actually likes is The Khans' casino after The Courier kicked The Omertas to the curb

The Great Khans

• He respects the Khans, and gets along with them pretty well as long as they keep their chems out of Goodsprings

• Visits Red Rock Canyon whenever he misses the rough housing of raider life

• Likes to sit and listen to Papa Khan's stories

• Sole remarks that not much has changed since The Khans were a Motorcycle Club...except for the motorcycles of course

• The Khans definitely help to shape their opinion of The NCR

The NCR

• Gage doesn't trust them one bit, even the fragments The Courier left behind

• They remind him of the Commonwealth's Brotherhood of Steel; just another group of raiders who think they're special because they wear a uniform

• Disillusioned NCR deserters on the otherhand, Gage gets along with like a house on fire

• After hearing about Bittersprings, he will not hesitate to shoot loyal NCR remnants where they stand

• Thinks the propaganda posters are fuckin hilarious

Caesar's Legion

• He never really encounters much Legion influence after the Battle for Hoover Damn, since most of the legion either hightailed it across the river or is very tightlipped about their past loyalties

• He does meet a few people willing to discuss it; and they are heavily shaken; either born there or taken as children, seeing their God King fall was an extremely disheartening experience

• The more he learns about major Mojave factions, the more he feels like at the heart of it every goddamn government body is just an oversized Raider gang

The Brotherhood of Steel

• Steers clear due to the East Coast's reputation

• Basically if you're wearing power armor, you can go fuck yourself

The Kings

• Sole, aware of who Elvis was, is absolutely fucking DYING

• It takes her a while to calm down enough to explain to Gage

• He's seen his share of wackjobs, at least these guys play some good music

• He REALLY wants to try that sandwich

Powder Gangers

• Didn't give a rat's ass about them until they harassed Goodsprings

• Empathizes with some of them, he knows what it's like to be an outlaw and to cling to groups for survival

• Meyers is the one who gives him the idea to take up the Sheriff position at Goodsprings; best way for a violent man to turn his trigger finger for good

Jacobstown

• Heeeell naw to the naw naw naw

• A town full of Supermutants is NOT Gage's speed

• If Sole drags him in he's biting his cheek and keeping his hand on a weapon the whole time they're there

• Slowly comes around, once he realizes these mutants aren’t trying to convert anyone, or for fucks sake, make centaurs. They just want to live their lives, and he can respect that.

Big Mountain Research Facility

• Heebie Jeebie city

• Basically Gage's worst nightmare

• When he learns where cazadors come from he makes it his PERSONAL mission to murder the doctor responsible

• It's like The Institute but somehow even creepier

• Is that a fucking skeleton??

Zion Canyon

• Like Vault 22 but 1000× worse

• He's never seen so much vegetation in his entire life

• Torn between awe and being unsettled be the sheer quantity of life

• Fuck this wacked out bullshit I'm going home

The Divide

• Gage's self preservation wins out over his desire to explore and he turns right the fuck around

The Thorn

• Now we're talkin

• He likes the human vs. beast matches, mainly to see the heads fly when the deathclaws tear through people like tissue paper

• He only bets when he's pretty sure he's going to win

• He always bets on Sole

The Courier

• Sole and The Courier get along like a churchfire in Norway

• Sole, Gage, and Six are all relieved to meet someone who doesn't need their help

• Six totally calls Gage out for cheating at cards in her New Vegas Strip

• "Could've sworn you'd be ten feet tall and shoot lasers from your eyes" "Maybe I've shrunk in my retirement years"

I know there is a LOT more to New Vegas, but I am exhausted, and this list is REALLY long!!

If you want more Mojave Gage, I just made a RP/ASK/ART blog for him @m0jave-m0problems (for some reason it won't let me tag the blog???)

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joelthedinosaur · 4 years

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Porter Gage x Female SS | High Stakes

Porter Gage x Female Sole Survivor

Word Count: ~535 total

Warnings: language, suggestive themes, angry Gage

"Boss, ya gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!"

Irritation and a hint of disbelief coated Gage's words. Sole couldn't be serious. Not about this.

"What?" Sole raised her eyebrows and batted her lashes innocently. "Are you afraid, Gage?".

Gage grit his teeth and frowned. He knew things were getting a little stale for the raider gangs after the fiasco at the power plant. Things had calmed down, and everyone could use some new entertainment. This, though...this was nearly crossing a line. "Boss, ya can't just make that kind of an announcement!"

Sole had went live on Raider Radio just a few moments prior declaring a new twist to The Gauntlet. Rather than some unlucky settler running the traditional labyrinth of gruesome traps, Sole felt the need to liven things up for the gangs.

The Overboss proposed that anyone could try their hand at Cola Cars - Raider versus Raider. The winner...well, the winner would get to sleep with The Overboss.

Gage rubbed his temple in frustration and sighed. What a dumbass thing to do. He knew that Sole had only done it to get back at him after the tense last few weeks they'd had. Sole had been upset at his lack of "romantic gestures" outside of the bedroom.

"What the fuck else does this woman want from me?" Gage muttered under his breath and swore. He didn't like to talk about feelings. Shit, Sole knew that. He thought all the touchin' and fuckin' was really doing the trick. That woman made him say things in bed he would never dare admit to anyone. Hell, they even cuddled. Porter Gage would never admit it, but they snuggled in bed at night and it was his favorite part - better than the sex. He still kissed and fucked her good morning every single day, though. They even held hands sometimes!

Gage begrudgingly stood waiting at the entry to the Cola Cars arena after Sole's little announcement. He watched as his Overboss sat on the platform up above with the other gang bosses. A few other younger raiders whom he assumed was the competition hung around near him. He growled at the first one who tried to speak to him and spat at their feet.

"Fuck off, asswipe". He should have known that a few numbskulls would jump at the opportunity to fuck the Boss, but he'd be damned if he let them win. Several of the Raiders backed out when they discovered that they had to fight Gage, but some were not so intelligent.

By now, it was assumed that he and The OB were together. Gage thought it was pretty obvious. Why else would he stare down any other man breathing the same damn air when they were together? Sure, maybe he didn't say "I love you" in front of Mags or Nisha. That was private, though. He sure as hell wouldn't cuddle his little princess- er, Overboss - outside of the bedroom.

This really made him feel vulnerable. Sole knew Gage had no other choice than to fight these fuckheads, and his face flushed from anger and a twinge of embarrassment. This was all a game for her, and he was trapped.

This shit was really starting to piss him off. The audacity of the other men to even step forward was enough to send him into a blind rage, but the fact that Sole did this on purpose made his a confusing mixture of both angry and aroused.

Gage clenched his jaw and shot Sole a look as he prepared to enter the arena. She was in for a real hard fuckin' when this was over. Honestly, at least five separate ones since he had five skulls to crack. After all, that's just the prize for winnin'...

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jangofctts · 4 years

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Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two)

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh

a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr

You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days.

Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules.

You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone’s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell.

You’ve got other shit to do anyway.

There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman.

Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.

“I’d be careful snooping around in those,” Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”

You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”

Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.

“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”

“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.”

Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”

You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch.

“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”

Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking.

Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”

Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”

Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”

You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.

You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever.

The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.

“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.

“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.

He doesn’t choose that option.

With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent.

Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.

“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—

Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.

He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.

The next time you part, Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm.

“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile.

Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”

“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”

He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”

You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.

An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”

That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.”

Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”

You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare.

Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”

This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong—

He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”

Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”

Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—

All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.

Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.

You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.

It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him.

You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp.

Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”

Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly.

He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.

Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch.

“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”

There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit.

His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all…

He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life.

“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth.

It's perfect. So fucking good.

The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—

Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts.

“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.”

“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..."

You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“

He complies.

Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight.

You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue.

Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick.

Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—

“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”

You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork.

“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.

“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.”

Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you.

With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—

You can feel him in your fucking guts.

Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic.

Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare.

His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”

Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.

Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—

The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.

It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are.

“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”

His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.

He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”

You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—

Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor.

You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said.

Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—

You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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libertybri · 3 years

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OMG SO HAPPY TO SEE ANOTHER FALLOUT BLOG!!! I’d like to request some good ole soft romanced!Gage x f!sole 👀 maybe like, freshly romanced. He was so cute in game, being flustered and all. Wouldn’t be mad if it turned spicy 😳

Oh my gosh, sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I was really excited to write this one because I love cute, flustered Gage so much.

Ya Don’t Care What They Think? - Gage x fem!Sole

It didn’t take long for her to win him over. Truth be told, he was head over heels about her before he even knew her name. Just watching her take down Colter and march right up to the window he was at with that smug grin of hers was enough to win over this raider’s cold heart. He was entranced by her beauty, her charisma, and her sheer desire for leadership. She was the perfect Overboss, and he believed she was the perfect lover as well. No one could quite pull the ropes on him the way she does. Hell, he never would’ve allowed anyone else besides her.

Her will to immediately get into action and take back the parks is what really sets of his desire to have her as his lover. She wanted him at her side the entire way through, clearing the parks, asking his opinion of which gang best fits each park even if he could care less about who gets what, and of course when they restored the power to the park. He stood behind her as she stood at the edge of the building, taking in the beautiful sight of the power restored. His view was much better than hers though, as he saw her silhouette in front of the sunset and the mesmerizing lights of Nuka-World. When she turned around and asked him what he thought that day, he was speechless, for once in his life.

Eventually she began to catch onto his changing behavior, as he spoke less gruffly to her and was suddenly more willing to do as told. She giggled at his turn in submissiveness and even poked fun at him, watching as a blush grazed over his scarred cheeks and of course he would deny everything. Truthfully though, she didn’t mind. In fact, she was partially reciprocating those feelings. The more time she spent with Gage, the closer she felt to someone personally, and that was a feeling she’s longed for so long. After everything she never imagined she could fall in love again, but here she was, standing with this flustered raider, ready to pour her own heart out in order to gain his.

They stood at the top of the Grille, looking out at their gangs below as the sun began to set and everyone was returning to their own territories. She looks over at Gage and gives him a warm smile, taking his large, callused hand in her much smaller and smoother one. He gently jerks back subconsciously and musters out, “Y’know they can see us from ‘ere, Boss?”

“I know,” she says without paying him much attention, only tightening her grip on his hand.

“So, ‘ya don’t care what they think? About us?” He asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. She only shakes her head as a response. “What if they try an’ revolt?”

“Because we’re together?” This makes her turn to look at him again, quirking a brow as she’s amused by his concern.

“Well, Boss- Look, I’m just tryin’ to look out for ‘ya, is all. I don’t need to be the reason ‘ya get distracted and they get upset with ‘ya.”

“That’s cute, Gage. You think you distract me that bad?” She bites her lip as she watches his cheeks glaze over a deep crimson shade. She takes her free hand and places it on one of his warm cheeks, turning him to face her. “Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?”

“No,” he answers.

“Then you have no reason to doubt this,” she tells him. She moves her hand to grab his collar and pull him down slightly to meet her lips.

Their entangled hands break apart as both of his find their place on her hips, bringing her into him. She rests a hand on his bicep as the other holds the back of his neck, somewhat guiding the deepening kiss. He pulls apart from the kiss as his lips begin to trail down her neck, leaving sloppy kisses along her skin. She giggles and pulls his head away, “Now look who’s not ashamed of showing their love.” She jokes with him. “Let’s turn in for the night.”

“Sounds like a plan, doll.”

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badsext · 4 years

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I know this is a non-Halloween related one, but could I get a robbie x reader fic where the reader isn't cleanly shaved anywhere, and when it's time to get intimate, she gets insecure. he reassures her, and fluffy smut ensues. 👉👈

Natural: Robert Sheehan x (Fem) Reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it.

⚠️ Drugs, Alcohol, and Smut including unprotected sex

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“It’s not a party. Niki takes one last toke on her vape. “It’s just a small group of friends getting together,” she says on the exhale. She offers you some, but the contact high inside the car is more than enough. Your anxious mind doesn’t want you too relaxed.

“I just think it’s a little weird that we had to park in the cul-de-sac.”

“I’m just being polite.”

“And you know someone at this party?”

Niki scowls at you playfully. “I know, I know, not a party.” You hold your hands up in mock defense.

You follow her on foot through a very nice neighborhood and up a steep incline. Suddenly Niki stops at what you assume must be your destination, a huge modern six bedroom house. She grabs your wrist. “Come on.” Breaking into a trot, she circles you around to the back of the house. “Now just blend in.” You look around. There must be thirty people in the backyard alone. You shoot Niki a look of betrayal, but she has already struck up a conversation with an attractive group of strangers. She winks. You slink off to find the bathroom.

The line stretches down the hall. “God, you’d think with a house this size there would be more available bathrooms,” you say somewhat rhetorically to the stranger next to you. You see him only in profile. “There are actually four bathrooms in this house,” he says. “The two upstairs are being used for some kind of intervention and ritualistic bathing.” His voice and his accent sound familiar.

“Really, okay,” you laugh. “What about the fourth one?”

“Oh, that one is for the cats. There’s a sign on the door.” He turns to get a better look at you and you recognize him. It’s Robert Sheehan. Your mind suddenly goes blank and you have to remind yourself to blink.

“Cats, yeah,” you mumble. You’ll have to snap out of it if you want to continue this conversation. “I’m y/n.”

“Rob.” He bobs his head in greeting.

Suddenly the bathroom door opens and its occupant emerges, holding the door for Rob to take his place. “You wanna go first?,” he offers.

“Thanks, it it’s not that serious. I actually just got here and I’m nervous about meeting new people so I’m stalling.”

He smiles. “Cheers, then.” The door closes behind him.

You stand there berating yourself for the 2.5 minutes he is in there pissing and washing his hands. He opens the door with smile and a gleam in his eye. “Will you come meet me in the kitchen for a drink when you’re done?”

“Um, yeah,” you respond happily, but with a hint of skepticism.

You look in the bathroom mirror just long enough to psych yourself up and not out. Then you head trepidatiously to the kitchen. Rob sees you from across the room and comes over with two bottles and an opener.

“Y/N, you made it! Beer?” Your name sounds so good in his voice.

“Sure.”

He opens it for you and clinks his bottle with yours. “To meeting new people...Shall we mingle?” You nod. He leads you back to the patio. There are a cluster of chairs facing one another. You take the one closest to Rob. Rob waves and greets the others “Dan, Steve, this is y/n.”

“Hey. We were just talking about strip clubs,” Dan admits.

“What do you think of them?”

Rob laughs. “I’ve been dragged to a few. I prefer burlesque.”

“How about you, y/n?”

“You don’t have to answer that.” Rob senses this topic might make you uncomfortable.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve only ever seen them in the movies.” You want to blend in, make friends. “It’s funny, I’ve always been curious what happens in a real strip club after they cut away. Do they take off their bottoms?” You regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth, a misguided attempt to be ‘one of the guys.’

“Depends on the club.”

“Wow, ok.”

“They do the splits and you can see everything.” The guys make faces at each other.

“Do they like move the hair?”

“The hair? What kind of fucked up 1970’s strip club are you talking about? No, they don’t have pubic hair!” Dan laughs. “Everybody shaves. Pubic hair is gross. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t shave.”

“Yeah.” You respond looking into your beer.

Rob turns to you and says loud enough for all to hear, “Let’s go somewhere else. I didn’t realize these guys were such assholes.”

It was a sore subject. You had very sensitive skin and from the first time you tried it shaving caused painful, visibly red irritation that never seemed to go away. You tried every razor, lotion and depilatory cream in existence, but it was no use. Finally a few years ago you decided you were better off with the hair than enduring such extreme measures to remove it. Fuck society and their beauty standards. Accept you hated the judgement whenever your hairy skin was exposed. When the weather got warm you started wearing long bohemian skirts to hide your legs and sheer coverups to hide your underarms. Draping yourself in long loose delicate fabrics became your signature look. It made you feel magical.

“I’m sorry about those guys,” Rob says walking away. “For the record, I do not share those opinions.” He tucks a few stray curls behind his ear with a smile. “Do you want to go somewhere less crowded, get something to eat? I’m already sick of this party.”

“I thought it wasn’t a party.”

“What?”

“Sorry, it’s an inside joke I have with my friend, Niki. She brought me here. I should tell her I’m leaving.”

“Where is she?”

“God only knows. I’ll text her.”

Rob pointed to the door behind him. “This is my room. I’m going to change and charge my phone.”

“Wait, your room? You live here?”

“No, I’m only staying a few nights in the guest room. Want to meet me back here in ten minutes so we can go?”

“Perfect.” As you go to find Niki, you realize that Robert Sheehan essentially just asked you on a date and walked you to his room.

Niki is found in the living room singing and playing the piano. An audience has gathered to watch. From across the room you give her the signal that you are leaving. She smiles and flashes a thumbs up between piano chords. That is when you notice the butterflies in your stomach. Rob is waiting for you.

You dash down the hall, footsteps speeding up to match your elevated heart rate. Your free flowing garments flutter behind you as you approach the guest room. Rob answers the door, looks at you and smiles. “Are you ready?” You stumble forward into his arms for a kiss. He responds, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you inside. At this proximity you become aware of his scent, thick and sweet. You part your lips for him, the feel of his tongue gliding against yours casting sparks down to your core.

He pulls his lips from yours and grasps your hand. “Would you like to see where this goes?” He searches your eyes for doubt. Your doubts are not for him but for yourself.

So he is not grossed out by a woman who doesn’t shave her pussy, but what about a woman who doesn’t shave at all? There is no way to be sure if you don’t ask, but asking might kill the mood.

He can sense you are conflicted about something. “We can still go out now if you-“

You sit down on the edge of the bed. “Before this goes any further, I think I should tell you that I don’t shave...anywhere.”

“You don’t?” His voice is soft.

You shake your head.

“Anywhere?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Nope.”

He looks down at your feet. “May I?”

You slip one foot out of its sandal and place your heel in Rob’s open palm. He rests the sole of your foot against his chest. The angle of your leg causes the fabric of your skirt to ride up. Your breath gets caught in your throat as Rob glides his hand slowly along your unshaven calf. He smiles deviously before tickling you right behind your very ticklish knees. You giggle and thrash around, pulling him on top of you in the process. Once the laughter subsides you hold each others gaze for a moment. You always thought he was gorgeous on film, but now, experiencing him in the flesh...You are spellbound.

Both of you start to undress. You instinctively cross your arms over your chest to hide the hair under your arms. Rob reaches up to cradle your face in his hand. “You don’t have to hide this with me.” He kisses the top of your shoulder while his green eyes stare. “I fancy you.” Your arms relax and a little smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. “There you are.”

You kiss him hungrily as your hand slides down to grasp his hard length. Rob inhales a shallow breath at the sudden presence of your touch. You start to work him up and down a little, but he stays focused on you. He boldly plunges his long fingers into your fuzzy little nest of curls. Rob rubs your clit in little circles while his mouth finds your nipple. You whimper and moan at the sensations building inside you. Then you are shocked by the sudden absence of his mouth on your breast. You open your eyes to find him nestled between your legs with his long hair tucked behind his ears.

“Oh, Rob you don’t have to-“

But his fingers are already gently separating your labia and his tongue is already licking you in perfect rhythmic strokes. He looks up at you and smiles. His licking turns to gentle sucking. It feels so good you grind back against his face. He slides his hands underneath you to draw you closer and squeeze your ass. Your body convulses into a powerful orgasm. He slides back up to gage your reaction, his lips coated with your essence. He picks a stray hair off his tongue.

“Fuck me, Robbie. I want you to fill me.”

Robbie grabs your hips and buries his stiff cock into your slick opening. He stretches you just right, grinding on your swollen clit. Each thrust bringing you closer and closer. Your muscles contract around him as this orgasm flows through you like waves crashing on the beach. Rob gets such pleasure in watching you cum it triggers his own release. He moans softly and kisses you as he pulls out. Then he throws the blankets over you both to shield you from the excessive air conditioning. “Weren’t we going out somewhere? What would make a good first date?,” he asks.

“‘First’ date?”

Robbie laughs. He is nervous a moment, but you smile and wrap your arm around him. “In a minute. I have to find out where you are ticklish.”

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thevaultturtle · 5 years

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WIPs

NSFW Alphabet WIPs

Requests

Can I request some headcanons for the romanced companions proposing to sole?

Could I please request some nsfw Deacon/f!ss where they are not in a relationship but there is pining? Bonus points if Deacon gets jealous of someone else and that’s what leads to the nsfw :3 (also I love your writing so much and you’re one of my favorite creators rn!! Keep up the good work

Companions decide to stop in and say ‘Hi’ after coming across Sole’s house. Sole being very tight-laced, well-groomed, and a meticulous dresser around them and others, they anticipate this tidy, little house to be occupied by a similarly neat owner. They thought wrong and Sole is hair-down, unshowered, in the comfiest rags in the Wasteland because, “Eh, no one’s going to see me today.” How do the companions react to Sole’s seemingly uncharacteristic outfit?

i have a very very stupid request, fo4 companions reacting to finding sole after not seeing them for like 2 weeks and they’re singing ocean man to a docile mirlurk queen

For the Hancock request can it be something along the lines of them being out travelling and a storm starts and they have to seek shelter in a small truck or shack etc? They’re not yet dating but this is where the feelings are confessed, and then it leads to more…? Thank you so much! ❤️🥺

I know now you’re doing a follower celebration thing but if you have time for it, can you possibly do a drabble thing for danse x reader based upon “a” on the nsfw alphabet you made for him. Super fluffy please?

What about companions react to sole breaking into tears in the middle of eating bloatfly steaks because they just remembered what it was like to eat pasta

Companions react to accidentally swapping Prohibitionist!Sole’s drink with their much harder stuff, and not realizing until Sole starts trying to persuade the companion to picket a bar with them so that it will close up shop and bring sobriety and morality to the Wasteland. (Sole is clearly not sober, but too drunk/high to accept that it’s possible for them to be drunk/high.)

companions react to being flashed by a female sole during a gun fight?

I would also like to request sfw/nsfw headcanons for poly nick/fem!sol/hancock~ Please and thank you =D

May I please request a companions react to their first kiss with fem!sol? Thanks

Random Things That I Have Ideas For

Gage x f!Sole Survivor NSFW scenario at Starport Nuka

NSFW scenario set in Home Plate (not sure who it will be with yet)

#admin post #wips

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atombombbagel · 7 years

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React Masterlist <3

The First Time Companions Meet The SS

Companions Not So Secret Crush on SS

Companions First Kiss With SS

Sole Was a Singer Before The War

Meeting Sole’s Ghoulified Parents

Cars Companions Drive (Pics)

Halloween Candies (Pics)

Companions React To Sole Turning Ghoul

Companions Helping Sole Who Is Stuck In Power Armour

Romanced Companions Reuniting With Sole After A Long Mission

Male Romanced Companions Find Out Sole Is Carrying Their Baby

Companions Looking Like Sole’s Deceased Spouse

Companions Turned On By Sole’s Sniping Skills

Companions Raising A Baby

Companions Holding a Baby That Begins To Cry

Female Sole Falling On Companions In A Provocative Position

Companions React To Sole Having A Panic Attack

Romanced Companions Watching Sole Get Tortured

After Care of Sole Being Tortured

Companions Overhearing Sole Confession Their Feelings To Another Companion

What Companions Would Dress Like If In Highschool (Pics)

Fem!Companions Pick Shoes from an Old Store (Pics)

Romanced Companions’ response to Sole out of the blue giving them a kiss on the cheek and saying “just wanted to remind you that I love you”

Companions helping a needy/kinky Sole

Companions react to Fem!Sole hurting herself after realising she might not see Shaun again.

Romanced Companions react to Sole doing something despicable, yelling at them and storming off, only to find out it was to protect them.

Companions Teaching Sole Skills/Hobbies

F!SS Husband is still Alive, but she Chooses to Stay With Romanced Companions ALT 1 ALT 2 ALT 3 (+Maxson)

Companions Age and MBTI

How Companions Kiss Sole Male Companion x M!SS Female Companion x F!SS (GIF)

How Companions Cuddle with Sole (GIF)

Romanced Companions Finding Out Sole had Cheated On Them

Companions React To Sole Looking Like Their Parent

Sole accidentally Sacks the Companions (+Maxson)

Companions React To F!ss Bleeding Through her Vault Suit Because She’s On Her Period (+Maxson)

Companions React To F!ss Being Cute Around a Child/Baby

Companions Finally Meeting ‘Guardian Angel’ Sole.

Sole patching up a companions post-battle

Companions First Kiss With Sole (Extra Fluff)

Companions comfort a F!Sole who is in pain and doesn’t know what is wrong

Sole defending Nick / Hancock When someone Insults them

Male Romanced Companions React To holding Their baby for the first time Female Companions

Romanced companions react to F!SS using her body and flirts to get past a guard without a fight or get something off price

What makes the Companions Jealous

Companions React To Sole Losing An Arm To A Deathclaw PART 2 PART 3

(AU) Companion and Sole Honeymoon Location (Pics)

Companions Favourite Song On The Radio

Companions Give F!Sole Mouth To Mouth After They Save Her From Drowning

Romanced companions react to seeing a stranger relentless hit on Sole

Companions sassing Sole about their Skills, Sole gets payback on them

Companions Zodiac Signs

Companions React To Finding Out Sole Is A Werewolf

Companions Major in College

Companion react to Sole, who always wears a mask, taking it off and they realise they’re in love with Sole.

companions react to a sole survivor who has (to them) an embarrassing laugh

Companions react to M!SS single-handedly taking down a camp of enemies, out of anger.

Companions react to Dogmeat’s body being overwhelmed with radiation , to the point where he turns into a wild mongrel

Companions walk in On Sole Who is Crying

Companions look after Sole who had a cold

Romanced companions(+maxson) react to Sole waking them up in the morning by pecking many little kisses of their face

Romanced Companions react to discovering sole was an artist/painter pre-war

sole & the companions find a working photo booth what kind of pictures do they take (PICS)

Companions react to Sole grieving at the loss of Shaun at the Institute's destruction while everyone parties and celebrates

companion reactions to Sole recreating pizza

male companions react to F!SS calling them "Prince"

Companions meeting a child!Sole looking for their kidnapped little brother

Companions reactions if them and sole were having a deep conversation and them dating pops into the conversation

How do (romanced/platonic)companions feel about a busty Sole who likes to hug them by smothering their face in her chest

Companions would react to the SS finding out they really are a Synth

Region and Pokémon would the companions be from and have

Companions react to Sole being held hostage

Sole is jealous of the companions flirting with someone else

Female companions react to Sole proposing to them

Companions react to Sole saying “you’re the best, I love you,” Instead of thank you.

Companions carrying an injured Sole to safety

Sole and Companion fight and break up, reactions for when they see each other afterwards

Companions (+Maxson) reactions to hearing Sole moan when sleeping

Companions react to Sole become the Overboss of Nuka-world

Companions react to Sole dying (WIP)

OTHER!

Mushy Hancock

Purring Hancock

SS Makes Nick a Sweater for Christmas

SS Comforts Hancock After ‘In Sheep’s Clothing’

Hancock Gets a Kitten For Christmas

Sole Gives Hancock Rock Music Holotapes

Sole and Hancock find out Sole is Pregnant with his baby

Sole comforts Hancock during a ‘bad drug trip’

Hancock takes care of a sick F!SS

Nick Finds and Helps A Suicidal Hancock

Danse x F!SS Post-coital cuddles

Elder Maxson X F!SS Argument that leads to one of them kissing the other

Hancock reacts to Billy (Kid in the Fridge)

Hancock going through Withdrawal from Chems and Sole helps him

Curie trying to understand and deal with her feelings for f!Sole, especially sexual attraction

Deacon has a crush on fem!sole and she gets really injured, he isn't sure how badly, and he freaks out

MacCready react to hearing sole crying in the shower

MacCready and Maxson react to falling for a much older SS

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Companions waking up on Christmas morning, What would they get for Sole?

Companions and Phone Sex

Hancock taking the Radiation Drug

Companions' Hogwarts houses + patronus

NSFW Content.

Companions Dreaming About SS (NSFW-ish)

Companions First Time With SS (NSFW)

Companions Eating Out Sole (NSFW)

Companions Alone Time (NSFW)

Sole Giving Male Companions A Blow Job (NSFW)

Companions Catching Sole Pleasing Herself Porter Gage (NSFW)

Sole Giving Fem!Companions Oral sex (NSFW)

How about Hancock feeling self-conscious and a romanced female sole trying to make him feel better/ prove they love him just the way he is. (NSFW)

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