#piper x sole survivor

[everydayyoulovemeless]

[Piper Idolizes You]

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how Piper treats you once Idolized.

Piper will invite you over for dinner often, you're pretty much a part of her small family now, and it only feels right for her and Nat to treat you as such!

Loves going out with you to investigate or question niche groups of the Commonwealth. She's always referring to you as her bodyguard since you have better guns and combat experience.

Whenever she thinks you’ve done a good job at something she’ll put a glass of Nuka-Cola in your hands and tell you to “ease up a bit”.

Nat is always trying to play tricks on you. Nothing mean, just little pranks to entertain herself. Piper will have to warn you about possible traps every time you enter her home, though, it's just the cost of being a part of their group.

Expect a lot of surprise interviews or desperately wanted statements for Publik Occurrences.

The two of you have probably accidentally joined a few cults together.

You’re her go-to partner whenever she plans on doing something that could possibly get her in trouble. She needs someone who shares her same motivations and ideals to run with and support her.

She'll ask for your help in fixing old, rusted, pre-war cameras. Either for keepsake purposes or actual use.

The best part of being close with the local reporter is that she’s got all the best gossip and will gladly share it all with you if you ever asked.

Piper also has dirt on almost everyone in the Commonwealth, so if you ever find that you don’t like someone, she wouldn’t be opposed to slipping you a bit of blackmail.

She’s always trying to bounce ideas off of you, asking your opinions on certain matters so she can better develop her own thoughts on how she wants to write about a certain topic. Having a second perspective does a lot in helping her decide how to go about her work.

Piper likes to collect any pre-war books she can find and, if you help out enough at home (sweeping, cleaning, etc), she might just let you borrow some.

The type of person to dig around for a rusty lock, write your initials on it and secure it to a bridge, just for the sentiment that your companionship will last for as long as some of these buildings out here in the waste.

She’ll always be able to tell when you’re lying to her, or when other people are lying to you, and will be the first to tell you if someone feels off.

Overall, Piper is someone who’ll almost always be there, she’ll help you out with just about anything and isn’t afraid of calling people out to do so.

[harveywritings92]

Sole, tired: I wanna get run over.

Piper: Oh come on, Blue. it's Christmas! Get in the holiday spirit!

Sole: I wanna get run over by a raddeer.

Piper: ...

Piper: Not what I meant, but I'll take it.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 21 -- Piper Wright

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 21 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Hate Sex (sorta) with Piper x g/n! Sole

So, it's not so much hate sex as it is like, argument sex, but whatever, technicalities and all that 😅

Either way, I hope you enjoy! It was fun getting to write for Piper :) it's been a hot minute, so it was good to get back to her. 😁

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Hate Sex, cunnilingus, oral sex, fingering, arguments, rough sex, established relationship, couch sex, body worship, undressing, shouting, sort of dubious consent, but not really (just putting it to be safe).

2.1k words.

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“No, enough Sole. I don’t want to hear any more excuses, okay?” Piper attempted to slam the door shut behind her, the heavy slab landing hard against Sole’s shoulder as they stomped behind her and into their living room. 

“I get it. I really do.” The fiery reporter whirled to face them, continuing her rant with hands waving dramatically, “You’re busy, I know that, but at least I’m trying with you. I care. That much is crystal clear.”

“You think I’m not trying?” Sole piped up, their volume matching their furious partner’s as they took a daring step closer to her. 

“Oh no, I know you’re not.” Sole flinched at the words, “Sure, I’d like to believe that you are, I really would, but all evidence points to the contrary, Blue!” 

“How the hell can you even say that? After all I’ve done? All I’ve put on hold for us?” 

“You did. I know you did once. But that was then, that was when it was new, exciting, when you first realized that you cared. Now? Now I hardly even see you, and when I do, you’re so tired or still busy or your mind’s someplace else, someplace without me, and… It’s like it’s not even you! The one I used to be with is gone!” 

Sole's tired eyes widened, their mouth opening in surprise before they had a chance to sort their thoughts. 

“Well… Piper, what the hell?" They finally said, "If all that was bothering you, you should’ve spoken up! Said something before it got to this! I can’t change the–”

“Said something? Blue, you’ve got to be fucking– God, said something!? I said everything to you, for weeks, months I’ve been telling you all of this, but if you’d actually friggen listen, if you actually cared–” 

Sole lunged forward, gritting their teeth as their lips crashed into Piper’s roughly, both hands grasping either side of her face as their mouths clashed and teeth clacked together. It was heated, needy, the way their lips felt on hers, sudden, but savory, messy and direct, all at once. 

“B-blue?” Piper pushed hard at their shoulders, shoving them back, but still within arm’s reach. “What the hell was that?” 

“That’s the last time you accuse me of not caring.” Her companion growled, and in the next moment, they were on her. 

Hands were grasping desperately everywhere, running feverishly along her sides, brushing over her hips, grasping at her ass, palming over her chest, and Piper felt the heat within her build with each scorching movement. She clung to her partner, relenting to their hastened steps and allowing them to guide her– damn near shove her– backwards onto the couch. 

They paused a moment, hazy eyes drinking in her form as she splayed out over the old piece of furniture, trying in vain to catch her breath. 

"I'll show you." They whispered, and they lunged for her again. Piper relented fully this time, a flame of desire burning within her. 

Maybe this was wrong, maybe they should talk, finish the argument, sit down at the table like civilized adults, but damn if this wasn't so much better. They could talk later, but for now? Piper threw her head back, lifting her hips up to allow Sole easy access as their fevered hands pulled wildly at her clothing. She felt their fingers brushing over her, the fabric sliding against her heated skin, the button of her pants popping open, the feel of their hands as they worshipfully dragged them down her bare hips and legs. 

Piper felt herself shudder. 

Her top was next, leaving her panties to soak with her desire as they tugged at her sleeves and descended upon her covered chest. 

They were consumed with the same fire she was, ravenous to prove their point, to show her how they cared, to consume her in the most intimate way. 

"I'll show you that I care. I've never cared more." They removed her bra gently, pulling it away slowly, savoring her as though it were the first time they'd laid eyes upon her in this state, so vulnerable, all laid bare beneath them. Piper swallowed, mind still reeling with anger towards them, but, at the same time, muddled with need. 

It's been weeks since they've looked at me this way. Since I've felt… this. 

Sole kneeled down over her, legs straddling her hips as their hands met her chest, kneading softly at the pillowy flesh as their lips fell to her collarbone. Their breath was warm over her skin, hands just on the cusp between gentle and too rough as they dragged the pads of their thumbs over her sensitive nipples. 

Piper couldn't hold back her breathy moan. Her hands clung to the couch firmly as her addled body refused to show Sole the affection they were showing her, even as it relented to the pleasure they were instilling deep within. She closed her eyes to the thought, her back arching as the only physical sign that she wanted them to carry on, to keep up this rough charade, to hold off on their argument in favor of this. 

"What are you waiting for then, huh?" Piper managed to speak through her hazy state and gritted teeth. "Show me." 

Sole paused their movement over her briefly, moving their body downwards and shifting Piper on the couch. Their pelvis rested against hers, their hips grinding wantonly against her damp underwear as their hands roamed her skin, grabbing and scratching lightly as they took one breast in their mouth, their hot tongue drawing circles over her hardened nipple as their teeth nipped at the soft flesh. She couldn't help it anymore, couldn't hold back the way she wanted to, the way she felt Sole deserved in this moment. Piper's hands went to their head, nails dragging over their scalp, down to their shoulders, her hips lifted and slammed into them wantonly, one leg wrapping over them to pull their body closer. 

"Dammit Blue," she breathed, "I'm supposed to be mad at you." 

They hummed into her, their tongue dragging over her chest as they moved to smother her other breast. 

"This isn't going to fix it." She tried to keep her voice steady as one of Sole's hands moved over her chest and the other descended to the hem of her panties.  "When this is over, we still need to have a talk. Still need you to know that things have to change if we're going to be able–" 

They pulled away from her breast, their lips making a sinful popping sound as they left her, and Piper gasped. Their hands went to her underwear and hastily moved to pull the soaked cotton fabric down her legs, their mouth littering kisses over her navel, her hips and pelvic bone all the way down. 

"You're not even listening a-are you?" Piper's body ceased as their cool hands met her wet heat, spreading her thighs with their face between them. 

"A little busy." They murmured into her, placing a heavy kiss at the seam of her lower lips. Piper's fingers clenched into the sofa. 

"What happens when you're not busy? I-I mean, what happens when–" a groan left her, unprompted, as Sole's wicked tongue darted out to delve between her lips. 

"Dammit Sole, when this is over, what happens then?" It was nothing but a breathy whisper, one she wasn't sure Sole even heard over everything they were doing, and God, what they were doing felt incredible. It felt selfless, it felt needy, as though the only thing that mattered in this world was bringing her the pleasure they knew she deserved. It was like it was in the beginning. 

Piper's hands went to their head once more, her nails digging in and pulling them closer. She moaned as Sole's fingers traced along her entrance, as one digit plunged within to stroke at her walls as their tongue frantically lapped over her most sensitive point. They were drinking her in like a stream flowing into the ocean, a concentrated point giving way to a vast feeling of pleasure and depth that had drawn her to them from the start. 

Sole's devotion and passion... They'd been so unlike anything– anyone she'd ever met in the Commonwealth, and these past weeks… she'd felt lost without that lust for life, that lust for Sole, and that need that they always seemed to give into when they were together. 

The need they had for her. 

Piper's thighs clenched around Sole’s head unwittingly, her fingernails scraping again at their scalp, the only remnants of her recent frustration with her partner, but even that action could be chalked up to the rising feeling deep within her. 

Sole had two fingers deep within her now, pushing and pulling, curling up to stroke that spongy spot inside her that damn near made her sing out her release. Their tongue drew pointed circles over her clit, her lips wrapping to periodically suck over her, causing Piper's hips to buck and thrust with each passing moment of sheer bliss. 

If she'd had the words, perhaps she'd have tried to argue some more, put up more of an effort towards a sit down conversation, but every conceivable sentence structure, every line and syllable escaped her as she closed her eyes tight and felt every muscle in her body clench up until one last thrust of Sole's fingers, one last seal of their warm lips over her clit, and she was soaring over the edge of her release. 

Piper cried out, walls clenching, wetness bursting from her, even going so far as to gush over Sole's wrist as they continued moving their fingers inside her. They milked her dry, until her body was loose and shaking beneath their stubborn touch, lips still caressing her lower lips as their eyes stayed locked to her blissed-out expression. 

They place one final kiss to her clit, smiling as her hips gave one last buck at the feeling, and pulled their fingers from her slowly. Piper looked on, hazy eyes at half-mast as Sole brought their soaked fingers to their lips, their tongue swiping over to clean off her juices erotically, their own smug smile crinkling their eyes and making them shine. 

Piper pulled herself up to lean back on her elbows, her body light and floaty after her shattering release, and Sole moved to lean over her.

Their hands left divots in the couch on either side of Piper's body as they pushed towards her for a kiss. A part of her wanted to deny it, to demand answers to her questions, to hear them promise her that things would change, but her mind debated the action too long, and next she knew, Sole's wet lips were locked to hers. 

They kissed her deeply, and Piper had to hold back a moan as she tasted herself on their lips. 

Damn them. 

Her mind was angry, but her body had never loved them more. Even as Sole stayed pressed to her, the evidence of their own arousal plain against her stomach, she couldn't think to push them away, or to keep from following along the receding path of their lips as they pulled back from her. 

"You wanna know where this is going? What was gonna happen after that, huh?" Their hand brushed a few strands of hair from Piper's face as she nodded to them. 

"Well, I can show you where it's going. Just give me another chance, baby." They whispered, pleading. "I wanna keep showing you."

Behind closed eyelids Piper heard the unbuckling of a belt, the shuffling of fabric, she felt the couch shift below her, between her legs. 

"You'll have to stop showing me at some point, you know." She managed as she felt their hands on her thighs again, encouraging them to spread wider, to move upwards, towards her shoulders, to leave her completely open to them.  

"That's what you think." Sole retorted, "I'll show you, Piper. Show you that sometimes it's okay to be wrong, sometimes it's a damn good thing." 

They leaned over her body to kiss her once more, only pulling away to touch their lips to the shell of her ear.

"I told you," They whispered, "I'll show you how much I care. Now, and tomorrow, and every day after that. I love you, I care, and right now, I need you.”

They kissed her once more, slowly, fully, pressing to her as though trying to commit the feel of her lips to memory, and finally, amid the fatigue of her release and her excitement at what was to come, Piper relented. 

We can argue some more later. 

And hell, if this is arguing? Maybe we really should do it more often…

[mahiiimahiiii]

Ladies with gentle hands, turns out I was burnt TF out on bg3 fanfic. May I present my newest wip which is just pure debauchery: FAALLOUUUUT TIMEEE have some snippets.

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“You settling in there Hun’?” Your hands drew circles onto the thighs of the reporter beneath you, her long black hair tied back into a loose messy bun which strands escaped from. She let out a low keen shifting her hips to accommodate the two things that penetrated her. The strap was settled decently, nesting against her womb, allowing the ghoul beneath her (albeit in an odd position) to embed himself in her gut.

“And you're ok piper? This is ok?” You cupped her cheek, thumbing the soft flesh.

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“You're taking us quite well, songbird. I could be more proud.” You trilled quietly into her ear nibbling the outer shell. “Let us know when you're all tuckered out okay? You dont have to take us to completion, Kay? Y’hear? Nod or shake.”

She slowly nodded, her lips slicked with spit, her eyes barely stood open.

You leaned back admiring the view beneath you hips setting a slow and sure pace, you gathered some pooled slick at the edge of her cunt using it to lubricate her clit.

She shuddered under your touch, her thighs flexing as she fucked herself twice as silly. Her toes curled, a low panicked moan tearing it's way though her throat. Your lifted your other hand to her chest, circling and pinching the nipple “easy there sweetheart.”

[fengxdeep]

raider ss and piper wright bitter exes in love

the question is will they get back together? will ss redeem themselves? is it even possible.

[fallrimxreader]

Companions react to sole going AFK

Cait: Goes and leans against a tree or building. Keeping eyes open for anything alarming.

Curie: Stands by Sole and takes notes of what they do. (Nothing)

Codsworth: Begins to groom sole, cleaning them of dirt and brushing hair. Then checks the area for enemies.

Deacon: Depending on what sole is wearing, like a hat or jacket, Deacon will take it off sole and put it on himself. Then he will wait for sole to come back and notice. 

Dogmeat: He sits in front of Sole, looking up to them whining, his head tilted.

Danse: Keeps his guard up and patrols the area for enemies.

Hancock: Checks sole out, admiring the view. (If romantically involved he makes a mental note to make love to that beautiful frame.) Then starts trying to move their limbs to put them into a funny position.

McCready: Sits against a tree, takes a drink, then a nap.

Piper: Looks around for a new story, taking notes, leaning against sole as they are more comfortable than a tree.

Preston: Sticks right next to sole assuming they will be back soon. He’ll sit when his legs get tired, but usually he’ll just walk circles around sole.

Strong: He nudges sole trying to get them to move. But when he realizes they are an immovable force he will leave. Just to get himself some food, then he comes back to munch it while watching sole.

Valentine: He takes a seat, pulls out a book, and reads until sole returns.

X6-88: Times exactly how long they go AFK for. As soon as sole gets back he lets them know how long they were gone for and tells sole all the things they could have done in that time. 

[fallout-through-the-crawlout]

[exploring Vault 95]

Piper Wright: Shit does anyone have a flashlight?

Deacon: Sole is the only light I need

Piper Wright:

Piper Wright: Cait is going to die, Deacon

[eemamminy-art]

wife 😊

[imdoingaokay]

Do Romanced!Fallout 4 Characters like kissing on New Years?

Told ya'll.

Happy New Years BTW.

This will probably be the last thing I write for this year. But don't worry! I'm still working on writing more for you all~!

Cait: Yes, it’s sloppy though because she’s literally pissed drunk. 

Curie: Yes, but it’s a quick peck on the lips while she’s all giggly and going “hehehe” to herself

Danse: Big yes, but he’s blushing, he pulls you away from the party and gives you a nice little smooch.

Deacon: Yes, in front of everyone. Hopefully, both of you are in front of Carrington, who pretends to vomit.

Gage: No. Not in public. Not in front of the rest of the gangs… the second he gets you away though… He’s doing more than kissing.

Hancock: YES. And it’s great. He’s also drunk, but he’s holding his liquor a bit better. So it’s a bit more gentle.

MacCready: Yes, he’s happy to give a lil’ kiss to you. He’s totally all over that and checks his breath three times minimum to make sure it smells good.

Nick Valentine: Yes, it’s very romantic. He stops paying attention to the countdown a focuses completely on you, the second the clock hits zero he gives you the most breathless, sweetest kiss you can imagine. Totally takes off his hat and uses it to hide whatever kissing you two are doing.

Old Longfellow: Also piss drunk, also kisses you, smells so bad though.

Piper: Yes! She loves that New Years' kiss! She does something where she gives you kisses all over your face first, then goes in for the actual kiss.

Preston: Like Curie, he’s all “hehehe I get to kiss the General” and totally bounces on his feet waiting for the countdown to be over so he can give you a kiss that has your foot popping off the ground. Also uses his hat to hide your faces.

X6-88: Kinda lame, he doesn’t kiss you on the lips, not right away. He kisses you on the cheek and when you get upset, he pauses and gives you a proper kiss.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Good evening! Can I request an NSFW alphabet for Piper?

Piper NSFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » Public Sex, Orgasm Denial, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

She's always talkative after sex and would rather just lay there with you and chat instead of taking a shower or anything else like that. To her, the best aftercare anyone could provide is the emotional one that happens by just being around the person.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves hands. Calloused, soft, big, small — she adores any type of hands. Maybe it's the writer within her, but she has such a big fixation on people's fingers, and, as long as you run your hands are on her in some way, she won't ever get bored.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She doesn't have much of a preference. Wherever is fine.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's masturbated in one of the Alleys of the Boston Commons before. It's not her proudest moment, and she still cringes every time she walks past it.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She's got a general idea, but you might need to guide her through a few things here and there.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. She loves being pushed over her desk and pounded. It's just the easiest and most fun position in her opinion.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Piper is constantly tossing little quips your way and she likes it when you tease her back. Serious sex just is boring to her, she'd much rather have at least a few jokes thrown into the mix.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She's fairly well groomed considering the circumstances of the world.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She sees intercourse as more of an activity rather than something romantic. The more sentimental parts of the relationship can be left to the dates and actions outside the bedroom.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Occasionally does it, although, now that she's with you she'll go out of her way to find you to get off instead. Still, she's never opposed to it.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Public Sex, Hair pulling, Voyeurism, Cunnilingus, Hand Fetish, and Orgasm Denial.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Diamond City alleyways (or you could take her to the Boston Commons again to reignite those past memories). She also doesn't mind doing it in her office if a Rad Storm is raging outside.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Quite honestly, anything. She's got a crazy high libido so, as long as your hands are on her, she'll be rearing to go.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage or anything that could cause either of you serious pain. She hates being restricted and provoking any discomfort just doesn't sound all that great.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers to receive. Her gag reflex isn't all too great, but she'd still be willing to try it out for you.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Spontaneous? She goes for whatever the mood calls for, whether that be relaxed or rough. It's better when there's no plan in mind.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She loves them. You tell her you want one and she'll gladly pull you toward the nearest alley (it's a theme with her) and help you out in whatever way she can. Just tell her what you want her to do, and then you both can get back to whatever you were doing before.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Who do you think she is? Of course, she's down to take risks — as long as they don't include any injuries, she's down for anything you throw her way.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She normally only lasts 2, but she likes to stretch them out into longer periods with the orgasm-denial aspect of her sex life.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She's found a few when wandering around, but she prefers to only use the ones she's certain are sanitized properly...

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The whole thing's going to be a tease with her. She likes to banter playfully with you during the moment and wouldn't mind if you cracked something back at her.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Piper is fairly medium when it comes to volume, she's not too loud but not very quiet.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes she'll write out one of her fantasies she has with you onto her typewriter, before tearing it off and stashing it far under her bed.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has relatively short black hair covering her. She'll trim it up whenever she finds an item safe enough to do so with.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her libido is comically high but definitely controlled.

Z -Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She would normally spend the rest of the night talking with you or just lying beside you and tracing the bones of your fingers. How could you expect her to sleep when she feels so warm inside?

[harveywritings92]

[Hancock is annoyed that Sole's been spending too time with Nick.]

Piper: Hancock, you shouldn't be jealous of Nick. Remember, it's all about helping Blue.

Hancock: I'm not jealous! I'm envious! Jealousy is when you worry someone will take what you have. Envy is wanting what someone else has. What I feel is envy.

Piper & Maccready:...

[They check a dictionary Hancock uses to level his desk legs.]

Maccready: Wow, he's right.

[incorrectfallout-4quotes]

Piper: Why are Sole and Preston sitting with their backs to each other?

Curie: They had a fight.

Piper: Then why are they holding hands?

Curie: They get sad when they fight.

[vaultscavver]

hancock: “ugh, i could barely sleep last night.”

piper: “y’know, when you can’t sleep it means someone is thinking real hard about you.”

hancock: “who the fuck would be thinking about me at 3am?”

sole: “y-yeah… i wonder who… haha…”

[cravencereal]

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Just a little something I did for my own amusement because let’s be honest, Cait pre-benign intervention is most likely a horny, angry, depressed woman that doesn’t know how to deal with emotions other than sex, booze, and physco. I made Sole a bit of a bottom but as gender neutral as possible, so anyone can read it! It doesn’t get all the way to smut, but damn does it get close. If you want a continuation that goes into a little more detail per-se, just lmk ;)

Also this is my first real attempt at nsfw so like… don’t burn me at the stake if it’s bad. <3

GN!Sole x Cait (pre-Benign Intervention)

Cait and Sole were sitting on the floor of an abandoned warehouse. They had cleared the place out and decided to rest for a bit. The smell of dust and blood was stinging Sole’s nostrils, Super Mutants have such a strong smell of death it’s ridiculous, they thought as they pulled out their gun and inspected it. Sole looked up at Cait, watching her open a beer before looking back down at their gun. “We’re not gonna go anywhere else tonight, so you might as well get comfy.” Sole spoke into the air.

Cait hummed in acknowledgement, taking a swig of her beer. She offered a drink to Sole but they turn it down, a hit to the head they had taken earlier in the day finally catching up to them making their head spin. “Y’sure? Might make that headache of yours better.” Sole declines once again and Cait shrugs her shoulders, taking another drink.

Sole could hear the beer slosh in the bottle as Cait pulled it away from her lips, the sound of glass meeting concrete echoed as she put the bottle down. It was quiet for a moment before Cait shuffled across the floor, the utility belt Sole had got for her in Bunker Hill scraping against the floor. Sole pulled their attention from cleaning their gun to whatever Cait was doing, but when they looked up their eyes met, barely even a foot apart from each other. Cait’s eyelids were hooded and a smirk Sole knew all too well spread across her face.

“No.”

Cait’s smirk dropped into a frown and her eyebrows furrowed, making Sole blow a sharp breath of air out their nose in amusement. Sole returns her attention back to cleaning their gun and Cait sulks back to her backpack, placing her head on the back part of it. She sharply turned to her side and groaned, letting out a bratty, childlike grumble, “Fuck you.”

“I’m sure you want to.”

The Next Day, Diamond City

While Cait was getting checked over at Dr. Sun’s, Sole lay on the couch at Home Plate. It’d been ages since they had stayed here, most of their time in Diamond City either being spent at the Wright’s or in the Valentine Agency. They had promised Piper they’d stop by for a drink some time this afternoon when they passed by, so they decided to spend what little downtime they had to get comfortable and get some shut eye.

SLAM!

“Wake yer ass up Sole, I’m not drinkin’ alone.”

“You’re grown Cait, you can drink alone,” Sole grumbled, keeping their eyes closed. Cait flipped the switch on the wall and turned on the bright fluorescent lights above them. Sole’s eyebrows furrowed and they threw their forearm over their eyes, “-Just let me be for 30 minutes please.”

A sly smile came across Cait’s face, “Have a drink wit’ me, an’ I might consider it.”

Sole is quiet for a beat before groaning and falling into her bribery. They push themself off the couch and make their way over to a shelf of ‘collectibles’ they’d made over the past year. Brands of whiskey, wine, and tequila donned the wooden shelves. Almost every bottle was full and in mint condition, the exception being the whiskey bottles which they heavily favored in their pick of poison.

“And you call yerself a drinker,” Cait chuckles, slapping her hand hard on Sole’s back, kind of like a divorced dad in his late forties would. “Nothin’ compared to what I’d have polished if I were you.”

“These are far and few between Cait, and those Bobrov’s are overcharging for their drinks, so I found a happy medium.” Sole shrugs and grabs glasses off the top shelf. Cait lets out a ‘humph’ and grabs a bottle of whiskey with the faded label reading ‘Crown Royale’ before mumbling, “How you’ve managed to make drinkin’ nerdy, I’ll never know.”

They sit down on the couch, the heavy glass bottle of Crown in Cait’s hand and two glasses in Sole’s. Sole places the glasses on the table and grabs the cigar box from the lower shelf on the table. “I dunno how you smoke those things. Gives me a headache.” Sole shrugs at Cait’s comment and lights the cigar, taking a long drag from it and blowing out a cloud of smoke. “And I don’t know how you drink 24 hours if the day and still function; but hey, we all have our niches, don’t we doll?” Cait lets out a grunt at Sole’s snarky remark and pours their drinks, filling her cup only slightly more than her counterpart, which is to be expected at this point.

Cait wraps her hand around her drink, already starting to take it to the head. “Sip on it, Cait, we’ve still got errands to run.” She ignores Sole’s warning, flipping them off as she finishes her glass, letting out a sigh of relief once she’s swallowed the liquor. She puts down the glass with a hefty sounding ‘thunk’ of the wood meeting the thick glass.

“Lucky for you, I’m a functioning drunk.”

Sole scoffs and rolls their eyes, “Functioning my ass! I’ve carried you out of the Dugout every time we’ve been there.” Sole’s eyes locked onto Cait’s when she started to move closer. Cait’s breath hitting their face; it was warm and smelled of the whiskey she’d just downed.

“If you didn’t like my sweet arse, you woulda left me there to rot by now.” Closer, closer, closer. By this point, Sole could tell you the pattern of the specks of brown in her green eyes and pat connect the dots with the freckles that covered her face.

“No, I’d just have to pay for a room if I left you there. Dugout policy.” They shot back quickly. Cait snickered at Sole’s hasty response and continued to move closer.

She was playing a game Sole always lost: ‘How Far Can I Push My Flirtation Before You Pounce Me?’ She especially played this game whenever either of them were drinking. Cait knew how to push Sole’s buttons in a way that always put one of them pressed against a wall and moaning each other’s name.

“I suggest you move back before something happens.” Sole takes a drag from their cigar before turning back to face Cait. She cocked her left eyebrow, the same sly, fox-like smirk as before painted across her face.

“Oh really? Is this 'somethin’' similar to what happened in Goodneighbor? Or is it closer to the police station? Either way I’m willing to try me luck.” She touched her nose to Sole’s, her eyelids hooded yet still maintaining heated eye contact with them.

“And I’d be willin’ to bet you’d want it too.”

Sole leaned in and parted their lips, their fingers moving to lightly grip Cait’s chin and pull her face closer to theirs. Their left hand slid over the curve that separated her hips from her ribs, eliciting a soft sigh from Cait. Sole could feel her body push further into theirs, her own hands starting to slide against and up their outer thigh, gripping the waistband of Sole’s pants once she got to it. Their lips brushed against each other, but before Cait’s lips could lock with her lover’s, Sole let out the puff of smoke they had been holding in, the grayish smoke covering Cait’s face and flooding into her mouth.

Barely able to get out her words over her coughing she growled, “You’re- cough -such a bastard!” Sole falls back onto the arm of the couch and starts to crack up. They dropped their cigar onto the ashtray on the end table, saving it for later. They continued to laugh after Cait’s coughing fit was over, but she stayed uncharacteristically quiet. They expected at least a snarky remark at my laughing; but there was nothing.

Starting to sit back up, they stop their laughter and start an apology, “Cait, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was just messin’ with you-”

Cait turned to face Sole; and before they knew what was happening, Cait’s hands, body, and lips were all over Sole. Their eyes went wide, completely taken aback from what was happening. Cait had pushed Sole’s shoulders back onto the arm of the couch roughly. It was like she couldn’t wait to be close to Sole.

Cait’s left hand made its way up Sole’s shirt and against their stomach, her calloused palm causing goosebumps to form on their skin. Her right hand was unbuckling their belt, pulling harshly on the leather before getting it off and starting on Sole’s jeans button and zipper.

Her lips were locked onto Sole’s jawline, sucking harshly on the skin, occasionally tugging at it with her front teeth; just enough to hear Sole’s breath hitch and feel their body melt further into the couch. Their head was trying to catch up with what was happening. Cait and Sole had definitely done this before, they (mostly Cait) were constantly making passes at each other, most of the time leading to quick and hot sex in semi-safe places. Didn’t matter where or when, if Cait wanted Sole, she got them. Sole didn’t mind, really; it was a nice release and Cait was a very attractive woman, but usually there was at least some type of foreplay, or hell even a warning.

Cait’s lips left their neck and met Sole’s lips, cutting them off from saying anything. She had finally got their pants unbuttoned and was feverishly pulling them down. She pulled away for a moment, Sole’s hand moving on its own and tangling in her messy, red hair in a faint attempt to pull her back down to their kiss. She let their hand pull her back in, but instead leaned down to their ear, kissing the top of it. Her warm ragged breath hitting the cold cartilage made Sole’s face heat up more than it already had. The sound of her breathing was hard and desperate; it tickled Sole’s ear, goosebumps forming on their neck.

Cait moved her legs to wrap around Sole’s waist, grinding against their hips. They could feel how hot her sex was, and it was only turning them on more than they already were. She made her way agonizingly slow up and down their neck, kissing and biting on the skin. Sole’s hand tangled in her hair and gave it a firm tug, making her moan into their skin, sending shivers down their back. Sole let their other hand find her hip, encouraging her hips to rock against their waist, loving the white hot flares of pleasure it was sending down their stomach.

Sole let a lazy smile grow on their lips and let out a soft mumble, “Guess this means you forgive me then?” Cait just let out a low chuckle that vibrated against her lips that abused Sole’s neck and continued her work. Sole shuddered before somewhat coming back to their senses. Their eyes roamed down Cait’s body, watching her hips ride back and forth in a needy, erratic motion. Her moans were getting louder the longer they went on, and when Sole started to rock in sync with her, Cait’s voice broke into a high pitched mewl that drove Sole crazy. Their voice hoarse and quiet, a needy request fell past their lips.

“Fuck, I need you, Cait.”

Sole unbuckled Cait’s pants, pulling them down to her knees and letting her kick them to the floor. Barely even spending a moment apart, they were back together, lips moving fast and hard against each other. Their tongues met and danced with one another, their saliva mixing along with the moans they traded into the others mouth. Cait had started grinding her hips down on Sole again, this time pulling up their shirt to put her thinly covered sex against their skin. Sole could feel Cait all over her. Sole could feel how those lovely lips below her waist glided across their stomach; the way they slightly parted when Cait’s hips moved forward and how their wet skin got cold from the air that hit it when Cait wasn’t atop it. Sole needed Cait, and Cait needed Sole. Bad.

Their moans and the slight squeaking of the couch was what filled the room; Cait picking up in volume as she rocked harder and faster into Sole’s hips. Sole pulled harder on Cait’s hair, which in-turn made Cait suck hard on Sole’s tongue. She would occasionally pull back while biting their lip, letting it pop back into place before diving back into the taste she yearned for. The pair’s lips were swollen and sore from the biting and tugging the other would do to entice the other.

Making her way from her lover’s neck and to their ear, her left hand found the soft skin of their neck and rested it there, her thumb rubbing back and forth on the purple-ish marks she had made. Once Cait made it back to her original position on Sole’s ear, she bit down hard and let the tip of her tongue dance on the tip of it. Her left hand started playing with the band of their underwear; her fingers dipping just low enough to glide against the crevice of their hip bone. Cait’s tongue, making sure to let her ragged, breathy moans sound in her ear. Sole was barely keeping it together at this point; the wet, lewd sounds entering their ear drums at an alarming rate, those fingers moving tantalizingly slow down their hips were causing them to short circuit, and dear god that moan of hers; everything about Cait made Sole go insane in the best way possible.

Cait gave a hard squeeze against Sole’s neck, making their breath hitch in their throat, a submissive whimper following. A wicked smile paints on Cait’s face, lustful eyes meeting Sole’s needy orbs. Another flare lit up in Sole’s stomach, this time shooting down to their legs.

Cait wanted Sole to know what she had been waiting for since last night, but was going to tease her just as she did before. “You shouldn’t have done that, lover,” she murmured, before placing a soft, almost unnoticeable kiss on the tragus of their ear, pulling down their underwear and placing wet, slow kisses on her way down their body. Cait stopped right above their navel, kissing it and making Sole’s hips arch in selfish need, “Cuz’ yer in for a long ride.”

Sole’ll just stop by Piper’s tomorrow.

Bonus:

One foot in front of the other, Sole walked to Piper’s door and raised their hand to knock on the metal, nervous smile on their face. The handle turned and the door flew open, an angry Piper standing behind it.

“I waited all afternoon for you to show up and you just-“ Piper cut herself off, her eyes widening when she saw Sole’s neck.

“Did a Yao Gaui chew on your neck last night?”

[jeweljessec-fallout]

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