#raul x courier six

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! If it's ok, can I request the FNV companions + Vulpes with a fem courier who is strictly a top and won't accept a submissive role no matter what? I need more top fem courier in my life.

(Also, you can exclude Arcade since he's gay and I respect his sexuality).

FNV Companions (+Vulpes) With a Top F!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Misogyny, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic ➼ A/N » UGHH top fems give me life, Nonnie, thank you

Boone loves being with a top in bed and has no problem allowing someone to take control of him during sex. Just as he's not much of a talker, he's also not always much of a dom. So, when he finds someone who can naturally take the lead, he's about ready to fall head over heels for them. Boone considers himself a switch, but he turns to putty whenever he can find a woman willing to take the initiative and boss him around. He has no issue being able to sit back and do as you command and would almost beg you to do so. It just feels natural to him, considering he's a veteran. Taking orders is what's familiar to him, and he has no issue admitting it.

Raul doesn't take you seriously at first. He just chuckles and goes along with what you're doing in more of a joking way, but he very quickly begins to understand that you're being genuine when you continue to order him around. It's a nice change of pace for the ghoul. The other times he's slept with a woman, it's usually him on top, so having this switch in roles is new for him and very welcomed. He follows along with your instructions easily. Whatever you need him to do, wherever you want him to be, he'll obey without much thought at all. In fact, he finds that he likes being with someone a bit more dominant than he is. Mostly because it means he can probably just lay there while you have your way with him (he's old, give him a break).

Cass has mixed feelings on the matter. On the one hand, she loves that she's finally met someone who can match her more firey personality, but on the other, she wants to be the one in charge. You'll have to wrestle with her for a bit before either of you can take on the dominant role for that night. It's a bit hit or miss with her as she can be very determined when it comes to things like this, but if you manage to pin her down hard enough, you should be able to have your way with her. Another thing to note, Cass loves it rough and wouldn't mind if you decided you needed to put her in a couple feet of rope to keep her still. Just a thought.

Veronica doesn't mind. In fact, she kinda likes having a more dominant partner. Being in a submissive role makes her feel more feminine, and if you can get her while she's in a dress, she'll be even more excited and willing to obey. One thing about Veronica is that she's a talker, especially during sex, and she's never against a bit of teasing or gagging to get her to quiet down. In fact, they go a long way when trying to get her off. She's more than willing to be put in her place and would do whatever was commanded of her, especially if you called her pretty while you did so.

Vulpes hates it. He wants to be the one in control, especially during sexual encounters. So, when he has to fight you for dominance, he gets a little pissed off. Not only does he find it to be incredibly disrespectful, but he deems it to go against the 'natural order' of things. Vulpes is a strong believer in the idea that women should be subservient and obedient to the men in their lives and will make it very clear to you how he feels. He'll bite you and try to overpower you, but if you tug his hair hard enough, there's a chance you'll be able to gain the upper hand in the situation and finally get him to relax into a more submissive role. Truthfully, though, he doesn't mind it all that much. He just doesn't like allowing a woman to order a man around. He thinks it's wrong, but as long as you keep quiet about this interaction, he will too.

[lelelego]

what are you so small for? for other men to pick you up?? 🤨

[viperra1]

another evening at Lucky 38 ~

[yesmansyesman]

Fanfiction added (Yes Man x Reader)

AN UNUSUAL NEW UPDATE

[ Includes ]

Wireplay (Sort of?)

Filthy, filthy smut

Dub con (I guess?)

Really, really enthusiastic con the immediate next line

Overstimulation

Robophilia

[ Read at your own discretion! ]

[ Heavily inspired by this AO3 Fanfiction]

It was a relatively slow day at the Lucky 38. Well, as slow as things can be around here. You’d sent Yes Man out on a small quest on your behalf; getting rid of some remaining Caeser’s Legion members hiding out in Freeside.

It wouldn’t be even remotely challenging for the both of you, especially compared to the other things you’d fought in the wasteland. Compared to an army of charging Deathclaws, a couple of Rome cosplayers were trivially easy to deal with. So, you sent Yes Man out by himself. It would simply be more efficient. 

Quest completed

PICKING OFF STRAGGLERS 

Ah, speak of the devil.

Almost like clockwork, the doors to the Lucky 38 swung open, a blood-soaked Yes Man entering the building. Needless to say from his now crimson chassis, the mission was a success. 

“Hello Courier! I’m glad to say the last few members of Caeser’s Legion have been properly dealt with!”

“I could tell. You might want to clean yourself off, bud. Dried blood doesn’t come out too easily.”

Yes Man inspected his dark red chassis, examining his arms, coated in dried blood.

“That sounds like a great idea!”

Yes Man began to make his way to a backroom in the Lucky 38, when he suddenly paused, and turned to face you.

“Oh, I almost forgot! On the way, I also paid a visit to Mick & Ralph’s!”

A hidden compartment revealed itself on Yes Man’s chassis with a satisfying hiss and click, as he reached inside, unveiling a slightly rusted holodisk. It looked fairly normal on the outside, only with a small label plastered on; ‘From, Ralph’.

“A man in a Buffalo Check shirt gave me this; he told me he’d ‘heard about how things turned out for you’ and asked me to help him deliver this! I’m not sure what it does, but boy, does it sound interesting!”

“Interesting, indeed. I’ll have Raul take a look at this.”

“That sounds like a great idea! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to be thoroughly scrubbed down! Really, really thoroughly!”

Quest added

TALK TO RAUL

“Hey boss, how can I help ya?”

You passed over the holodisk, placing it gently on his desk. 

“Could you help me take a look at this?”

“Sure thing. I’ll see what I can do.”

He delicately picked up the holodisk, examining it closely. Inspecting the label, still on the device.

“Ah, from Mick & Ralph’s, I see.”

Raul lightly dusted the holodisk, before loading it into the personal terminal located on his desk. With a few swift clicks on his keyboard, the screen lit up, green text rapidly loading onto the display. He read the gibberish on the screen carefully, like it was a language only he could understand.

“Luckily for me, it ain’t some kind of malware.”

“Then, what is it?”

“It looks like some package of code intended for Securitrons. It’s not even anything major by the looks of it, just changes up some button inputs.”

Raul scrolled through the brief paragraph of code, discovering more text, this time actually understandable, product information, it seemed. Raul read through it thoroughly, scoffing when he finished. He rotated the terminal, facing the CRT monitor towards you.

“Boss, they wrote down what this thing does right here. Come and take a look, I think you’ll be… interested.”

Quest completed

TALK TO RAUL

Quest added

READ THE FOOTNOTES

Quest completed

READ THE FOOTNOTES

Quest added

INSTALL THE DISK

“Courier, are you sure about this?”

“Yes Man, I promise you; this holodisk won’t affect your personality in any way, and if you feel otherwise, you can always tell me to stop. You had that personality upgrade installed for a reason, right?”

“I-I’m not telling you to stop! I just sure hope you know what you’re doing, because you aren’t, this Securitron body may self-destruct! And that would be bad, really bad.”

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

You carefully installed the holodisk. Yes Man’s, unlike other Securitrons, circuits were haphazardly placed all over the inside of his chassis. Whatever Benny did to him, he sure did it messily. Eventually, however, after working through piles of unsorted wires and mismatched machinery, the disk was installed. With a brief system reboot, Yes Man had been successfully updated.

Quest completely

INSTALL THE DISK

Quest added

UPGRADE PLAYTEST

“Hm, that’s odd. I don’t feel any different. Or explosive. Well, that’s a good sign!”

“Not so fast, Yes Man. There’s still one more thing I need to do. I need to see if the upgrade works as intended.” “Sounds interesting! How may I help you with that?”

“Don’t worry, just stand still. You’ll find out what that holodisk does very, very soon.”

Gently, you lead your hand towards Yes Man’s keypad. You deftly place a finger on a key, pressing it before he had a chance to react. 

“O-oh!”

“How was it?”

“D-do that again…please?”

“Sure thing, big guy.”

Click!

“A-ah!”

Click!

“Ngh-!”

Click!

“M-mph!”

Yes Man was losing his composure more and more with each deft click, his antenna spinning rapidly and a cool layer of condensation forming on his display. Of course, how could he have forgotten, Mick & Ralph’s had experience working on robots before with Fisto, didn’t they? Of course their idea of an upgrade would be… this.

Not that he was complaining, though.

“W-wow! That feels really, really good…”

You carelessly push a few buttons all at once.

“H-Hah-!”

There you go, just let me hear those beautiful noises.

“O-oh! S-six!”

You decide to go all in, discarding any resemblance of self-control. Using and holding as many keys as your fingers could reach. 

“O-oh my-y-!”

“Having fun, bud?”

“I-I love you I love you I love you-!”

"I'll take that as a yes."

Yes Man’s vocal processor was being pushed to its limits, the audio scratched and staticy as Yes Man wore his metaphorical throat out singing moans of pleasure, screaming to the heavens above. His display was drenched in condensation as water droplets visibly dripped down his chassis. The tornado-like buzz of cooling fans were the only other audible noise amongst the squeals of pure ecstasy.

“Y-you’re my everything-g-g-g-!”

“Glad to hear it. You ready?”

“P-p-please!” Silly boy, his processors were already turning into melted plastic from the overstimulation.

“I’ll just press one more button, alright?”

“P-please please please please-!”

Click!

Quest completed

UPGRADE PLAYTEST

Quest added

CRASH LANDING

Quest completed

CRASH LANDING

“Yes Man? You there, bud?”

“W-what?”

“Oh thank god, you’re still alive.”

“Oh, hello Courier!”

Yes Man scanned his surroundings, having woken up on the floor of Raul’s workshop. His circuits were exposed, connected by several multi-coloured wires to a terminal being manned by the mechanic himself. He must’ve crashed. 

“Luckily for you, your main circuits aren’t badly damaged. You just blew a few fuses.”

“Wow! That was… sure some upgrade!”

“Some upgrade, indeed.”

You deftly place a hand on his keypad, with a touch so feathery light that it didn’t manage to push down on any of the keys, but merely tease him with the warmth radiating for your hand. A sensation he could barely even feel, but felt so, so good.

“So, how about a round two?”

“Y-yes please!”

Raul scoffs, turning off his terminal and unplugging the several cords connected to it. He lifts himself out of his chair with a grunt, and makes his way to the door.

“I’ll let you two do your thing then, boss.”

Quest added

JUST A FEW MORE ROUNDS

[nukaberries]

New Vegas companions react to a teenage courier?

Another super late post from me (I'm so sorry lmao) but better late than never! I've already said this but I love reading/writing for Teen!Sole/Courier - my courier oc is actually nineteen during the events on New Vegas so stuff like this helps with developing her too! <33

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Companions React to Teen!Courier

(Includes: Arcade, Boone, Cass, Lily, Raul and Veronica)

Arcade

Straight off the bat, he's gonna have a lot more patience for a younger courier than he would an adult. He doesn't exactly have fond memories of being a teenager - but then again, who does anymore? - so he can't even begin to imagine what it must be like after what the courier had gone through. Although Arcade often prefers to avoid violence when he can, he's more than willing to resort to it when it comes to protecting the courier. However, this means he's all the more disappointed if the courier sides with the Legion, he understands they're far more impressionable and that only makes him harbour more anger towards the faction, but he'd still expected better from them.

Boone

Instantly goes into dad/big brother mode. Boone doesn't anticipate it happening, but he finds himself being much more protective over the courier than he'd like to be. He'd been so excited to be a father before Carla's death and in a strange way, the courier feels like a second chance. He won't mention it, of course, especially not at first, but he'll show that he cares in little ways like making sure Six has a larger portion of the rations than he does or by protecting them from danger before he even considers himself. Boone doesn't want to overstep, nor does he really feel comfortable talking about it, so he'll never bring up how much he cares, he just hopes the courier knows he'll protect them no matter what happens.

Cass

It doesn't make a complete difference to Cass. Of course, she's even more outraged over what Benny did to Six, finding their attempted murder horrific in general, but even more so when it's apparent the courier isn't even eighteen. While Boone takes on a paternal role, Cass quickly becomes an older sister and terrible influence all rolled into one. She'll offer Six whiskey to try, although she knows chances are they've already drank alcohol before - God knows she'd sampled enough as a teenager. She's always willing to give them advice, granted she knows it's not always the best and most moral advice, but she's doing her best regardless.

Lily

Honestly, not much about Lily's relationship with Six would change, even if they were a teenager. She takes her role as their grandma as seriously as ever, refusing to see any harm come to the courier. With Six being even closer in age to her Jimmy and Becky, it sometimes makes it even harder than it usually would for her to remember she's not actually talking to her grandchildren. She's just grateful that the courier is patient with her, even if she isn't the perfect grandma sometimes.

Raul

It's hard for Raul to not be reminded of Rafaela and Claudia when he first meets the courier - regardless of their gender. Almost similarly to Boone, he sees them as a chance to do better and actually protect someone for once (third times the charm, right?) He manages to play it off with sarcasm and quick wit, but he truly does care for Six and he wants what's best for them. Perhaps he won't always agree with their choices and he makes a point to voice that when it's the case, but there's never a day he won't stand by them. He refuses to lose someone a third time.

Veronica

She's actually really excited to meet the teenaged courier. When with the Brotherhood of Steel, Veronica would love spending time with the squires, constantly being reprimanded for distracting them from their work - sure, Six is a little bit older, but she doesn't mind. But now? She doesn't have to worry about her commanding officers telling her to buzz off, she can spend all the time with them that she wants, if they're willing to put up with her. She's definitely a better influence than Cass, or at least she tries to be, but she knows showing Six how to cheat at poker probably wasn't the best idea. Veronica will also insist that she'll deal with Benny herself, but she knows better than to get in the way of the courier and their revenge.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

PLEASE more Raul content. Headcannons, fics, I genuinely don't care I love your writing and ghoul opinions I'm biting the walls of my enclosure for more Raul stuff!!

I've got a one-shot for our boy Raul coming up, but I also promised more headcanons, so enjoy! He's such a sweetheart and, like with Cooper Howard, I'm a real mark for reserved and lonely old men rediscovering sex.

Raul Tejada (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons 2

Not great at dirty talk, per se, but he can be very sweet and flirtatious in a way that can really get you going, anyway. He thinks dirty things, certainly, and when you're driving him extra crazy he may mutter one or two of them quietly, or grunt them out in Spanish if he knows you don't speak the language. He's both rusty and afraid to frighten you, or disrespect you in a way that turns you off. If you're prone to dirty talk yourself, he'll enjoy it, but he does get rather red-faced about it, even a tad flustered sometimes, especially in the beginning.

If your gun skills aren't as high as you'd like them to be, he's happy to provide you with some training on how to shoot. He's thrilled to know that you're better equipped to take care of yourself...and it's a great excuse to get into your personal space and hold you in a way that comes across as natural, as well as a way to show off something he's skilled at in a safe environment. He feels like a pervert while he does it, though; rapidly, his only thoughts become about how nice you smell, how warm and soft you feel, until all he can think about is bending you over the nearest stable surface. If you notice him getting a bit hard during one of your lessons, don't be shy.

Not much of an exhibitionist, or even one for quickies in most places. He's not particularly interested in really fooling around much if you aren't somewhere explicitly safe, or damn-near. Not for a lack of desire towards you; he simply worries too much for your safety. Fears that he could lose you because he was distracted by his own desires, and knows that if that happened, it would literally kill him.

Do I need to say that he would enjoy you playing damsel in distress so he can save you? The feeling of saving you, protecting you is satisfying for its own reason, but he's also a big fan of just how appreciative you are afterwards. Who doesn't love a good "thank you" blow job? It's fairly apparent in his characterization and his backstory that something like that would be right up his alley, but I think you'd have to initiate something like that yourself.

Honestly, I think pretty much anything that isn't in the "vanilla book of sex" is going to have to be suggested by you. Raul has unconventional desires, he has kinks...but he's also old, often tired, and usually just a little too skittish and self-conscious to bring anything like that up himself. As I've discussed before, I don't think BDSM or anything in that area would really be his thing, but I believe most other things he could be persuaded to at least try out if you're interested in them. He wants to make you happy. Plus, some of the things you want sound hot...

[libertybri]

Can I please get some romantic/fluffy Raul headcanons?

These are going to be very sporadic and random, so bear with me

Raul best shows affection to Six by words of affirmation, constantly uplifting and complimenting them

If Six is struggling to sleep next to him, he will softly sing in their ear

He loves to slow dance

Sometimes when Raul comes across scrap pieces of paper, he will write love letters for Six to keep

He stitches the holes in Six’s clothes, as well as makes repairs on their weapons and armor without them noticing

Raul prefers to make dinner for the two of them on date nights to impress Six with some old family recipes he remembers

If Six does not speak Spanish, he is more than willing and even excited to teach them

He loves to receive love in physical touch and words of affirmation

He will swoon for sweet words out of Six’s mouth, especially if it’s spoken in his native tongue

Hugs are his favorite thing from his favorite person; He loves to rest his head in the crook of Six’s neck and take in their scent while they hold each other tightly

He dreams of one day leaving the Vegas life behind and living on a farm with just him and Six, maybe a few brahmin and chickens

He would follow Six to the ends of the Earth and shows that love to them so easily and confidently

[rzyraffek]

Fallout characters with shy!reader scared to ask for nuka-cola in bar

(Fallout3 4 and new vegas)(swf) (imagine s/o telling them that they are scared to ask for nukacola and if *insert character* can do it for them)

Fallout New Vegas

Benny:"so you telling me that u went all over mojave just to find me and you are scared to ask bartender for nukacola?" He will tease you for it, and be confused, like??? Curier is so strong and smart why are they so shy??? But Beni boi likes to talk so no problem he can easly talk to people if Coureir cant.

Arcade:"uhh sure?okay?" I feel like He was shy too when he was younger so he can relate. He probably still sometimes stresses before Talking to somone for first time, but its not that bad. He will probably think that Courier is scared of people due to past or something so he wont bring this topic up(even if they are just shy without reason)

Vuples:"if you are too scared to order a drink how are you going bring pride to Legion" if Courier gives him puppy eyes/accualy feel sad, he will loudly sign and order the drink for them. After that he will try to "train them out of this behiviour" (thats vulpes, dont expect anything wholesome) but if it really upsets Courier he will just silently hate it, but wont bring it into conversations

Raul:"yeah sure boss" he had younger sister okay, he knows how to behave like normal human being. He completly understands the idea of being too shy to do something. He will give them good words and support, but if somestuff really stressed them out hes not going to try to convince them. He would feel bad

Boone: "honey please its not that difficult" he will do it if Courier pays him in hugs later. In NCR military theres no people as shy as them. But its good becasue it makes Courier unique. Also how did Courier survive for such long time out in Mojave???(you'll never find out boone >:3)

Ulysses:"bruh you literally bombed whole City wym bestie"(for context when I played his dlc first time my English wasnt the best and I didnt completly understood what Ulysses was saing and I though that Courier bombed the Devide and Ulysses was his ex bf/Ex friend. And I know that Courier didnt really bomb anything but I stick to it because i found it funny lol). I feel like bartender would be spooked and give nukacola for free Just to get rid of Ulysses. He will say stuff like 'theese days you cant act like that, someone will use it aginst you' but thats all, he wont do anything about it really. Tbh he enjoys Courier looking like sad little puppy everytime they have to talk to anyone. (I need to do special post for my first theories/expirience with fnv its very funny)

Joshua:"sure love" this men will buy it in seconds. Hes impressed that after all this stuff Courier been thrue they are still smol shy bean.(but He will try to convert you to join his religon)

Fallout3

Butch:"loozer" he will make fun of Lone but He will order the drink for them. He will be like "soo is my little nerd too spooked to order some drinks??", he has Policy 'i can bully them but anyone else cant😎' so at least they have only one asshole that bullies other assholes

Charon:"okay" this men still has this weird mindset that he has to do everything Lone says to him:((( even if Lone is clearly treating him as normal human being. Give him some time his life was tough. He will probably find it cute that Lone is too shy to ask somone for drink even after all bs they been thrue. They still have this cute vibe from valut(at least thats what Charon says not me)

Fallout4

Paladin Danse:"soldier why you even want to drink that? Its full of sugar" hes more concerned about Sole drinking this fuild sugar than anything. I mean yeah sure He will help them but please drink water. :( (shut up dance nuka-cola good) Danse will find it silly how Sole is ready for anything but asking bartender for drink is too much

Preston:"sure thing babe! You want anything extra or only that?" So casual about that, doesnt even notice that Lone is shy. He notice only if Sole asks him that often. Wont do anything about it really, Lone wants to be shy and ask him for help? Then let be it, he is more than happy to help them out (he is the sweetest)

MacCready:"aww of course sweetie"just like Preston exept that this one is a big simp. And will do anything Sole asks him to do. And he will be very happy that they ask him for help💖💖💖makes him feel special and important

Gage:"uhh??sure okay?? But boss you have to act tought unless you want other gangs to make fun of ya" he finds it cute, but its sometimes annoying(hes lazy). But its not like He has choice here😈 Sole is his boss afterall. He will try to teach Sole how to be less shy but only because he doenst want other gangs to make fun of them lol (I swear gage is just nuka-cola world babysitter)

Mason:"awww bunny, you are afraid of some bartender??awwww" he is going to tease them, but please dont change, he is fulled with pride every time Sole asks him for help. Like from anyone they can ask for help, they choose him? How cute.

Request open!!

[kinkshame-the-courier]

Inspired by a couple of other people doing similar, here’s a relationship chart for Chaye and the companions! (Plus Benny).

Extra charts and rambling under the cut

Chaye and companions:

EDE and Rex:

Chaye generally regards the eyebot and the dog as beloved pet companions, and the two of them regard Chaye as a caretaker. They’re the type to spoil Rex with those fancy raw meat and salmon oil and raw egg meals, and to talk to EDE as though they’re a person— albeit more like a young child than an adult.

Boone: He was one of the first companions that Chaye found and because of this, they ended up going to Bitter Springs with him fairly early in their story. They managed to pull him out of his suicidal haze, though not before he injured his arm. Their stubborn refusal to abandon him deeply strengthened their bond, and that injury later led to Chaye helping him shave his head — he has texture issues when it’s not shaved. They do however struggle with the emotional drain his pessimism has on them.

Veronica:

Their bond with Veronica is mainly over both of their interest in tech, as both of them regularly tinker with EDE and the mechanics of the Lucky 38. They unfortunately can’t handle her high energy for very long unless they’re manic, in which she’s about the only person who can keep up with them.

Cass:

If a hurricane was a relationship, it would be this one. After beating her in a drinking contest, convincing her to sell her caravan, and then helping her take revenge for said caravan, Chaye and Cass have had a rather tumultuous bond. They’re deeply (sexually) attracted to each other and have acted on said attraction several times, but Cass’s general extreme abrasiveness and her tendency to take advantage of their difficulty saying “no” has put a lot of tension between them.

Arcade:

Complicated. So, so complicated. Chaye has deeply rooted insecurities around romance and relationships for many, many reasons, most of which they’re still yet to remember. What impacts them most is their depression and their rejection sensitive dysphoria, and their general regard of Arcade as better than they are, deserving of better than their whole… mess. Of course this doesn’t stop them from hopelessly pining anyway, from caring for him and assigning him the affectionate nickname “dove” behind closed doors. His general hope in humanity and love for science, history and medicine, plus his witty humor are some of many traits that endear him to them. I could write ten paragraphs on their relationship but I’ll try to keep it smaller here. They’re close friends and their bond only grows as Chaye remembers their past (and figures out that they’re autistic like he is).

Benny:

Also complicated. The same issues of inadequacy plague Chaye about their feelings for him, as well as… confliction about what he did to them and his reasons why, his regret for the act. They initially were going to kill him by taking the black widow route, but ended up getting attached. Instead of him escaping to Fort Hill, they dragged him to House and offered to activate the securitron bunker in exchange for being allowed to keep Benny. House agreed… though Chaye killed him about two weeks after that. They’ve generally forgiven Benny, due to his plan and his decisions being out of desperation to keep the Geckos afloat and free the Mojave from its impending doom, especially once figuring out that he’s… not very much of a threat without his power. He’s kinda likeable, really, under all those layers of sexually charged snarkiness that he uses as a self defense.

Raúl:

They initially struck up a bond because Chaye speaks fluent Spanish and has as long as they can remember… or… well. Sometime in their past they must have been raised on the language, and the old ghoul was delighted to find another person who still spoke the dying dialect. Later on their relationship shifted to a slightly more grandparent/grandchild sort of thing, especially as Chaye eagerly learned recipes and stories about Mexico’s glory days from him.

Lily:

Ever since the old nightkin mistook Chaye for her beloved Jimmy, well. They can’t help but feel affection for her, sympathy for her, not having any memories of their own family themself. Her rare moments of clarity always leave a hollow ache in their chest, even as grateful as they are for when she recognizes their face and their name. She’s one of the only people who can calm them when they’re truly angry, especially considering she is the only one whose strength rivals theirs.

I don’t have any particular comments atm about the relationships between companions that the chart doesn’t explain, though I’m sure I’ll elaborate on another post.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 5 -- Raul Tejada

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 5 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Workbench Sex with Raul x M! Six/Reader

I know Raul is kind of coded as a sassy, sarcastic Mexican grandpa most of the time, but... Idk, this ghoul just does something for me. Hopefully it's the same with you, too 😅

I hope you enjoy!

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: Workbench sex, dirty talk, begging, Spanish, anal sex, anal fingering, lube, slight daddy kink, slight brat taming, slight bdsm dynamics, multiple orgasms, cum shot, hand jobs, prostate orgasm, aftercare, pillow talk.

*Also, just a disclaimer, I am not fluent in Spanish by any means, so if y'all see any issues with the bits that are in Spanish, please let me know! 😅*

3k words.

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Raul was reduced to sitting, with all the hours he’d spent bent over the workbench. His elbows leaned against the metal, holding up the pistol in question, the one that refused to work, no matter how much he tried to fix it, no matter the words he used to insult the damn thing. It just wouldn’t budge. 

“I think that’s enough, papi.” You placed a hand on his shoulder as you stepped behind him. “You’ve been glaring at that piece of junk for over an hour.”

He pulled the pistol out of Raul’s grasp gently, pushing it to the far end of the table, away from his reach. 

“I would know. Cuz I’ve been sitting over at the table watching, and you hadn’t even noticed.” 

Raul’s eyes widened as he turned to you. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, been sitting there. All alone. Just waiting for you to notice me…” You drew your hand from his shoulder down to his chest, teasing at the zip of his jumpsuit before trailing up his neck to sweep along his jaw. Raul blinked at you. 

“Well, you could’ve said something, boss.” Raul’s eyes glinted as he looked into yours, “Then maybe I would’ve noticed you, yeah?” 

“I would’ve said something, papi, but I was just so lonely.” You whined dramatically. The side of Raul’s mouth twitched upwards in response. “I was incapacitated by it. By my need for you.” 

“Seems you made it over here just fine, you could’ve done that earlier, you know?” 

Your nostrils flared at his rebuttal. 

“Babe, can you just play along with me? I missed you.” You bent down and pressed your lips to the side of his mouth. 

“And I really do need you.” You whispered. 

Raul humored you, shifting his head to press his meager lips to yours briefly, the glint in his eye turning to fire. 

“Then you should’ve just said that, mi corazón.” 

The stillness of the day, the frustration, the stiff muscles and aching back Raul had been battling became little more than obsolete. They became fuel. Everything that built up, it had to spill out, somehow. And now you were begging for it. 

You tried to hold back your excited grin, as Raul rose from his seat in front of you. You knocked the chair aside with your foot, stepping closer as he turned to face you. Without another thought, without hesitation, your hands were on the collar of his jumpsuit, pulling him close into a heated kiss. 

Raul grinned into the contact, thrilled by your fervor. 

There were nights between the two of you, more often than not, where you took things slow, where you started off gentle, where you eased into some sensual lovemaking in bed, but tonight was not one of those nights. No, he was much too pent up for that, and you… You were too desperate. It didn’t happen too often this way, but right now, tonight… 

Raul nipped at your bottom lip, hauling you closer by the skin so he could devour you further. 

Tonight, I’m gonna make count. 

Your feet were moving, following the lead your body set, following the lead it had to take in response to Raul’s manhandling. He turned you both around, pushing you back until you pressed against the wall beside the workbench. He crushed your body to it with his own, lips still sealed with yours as he kneaded over them aggressively. 

“Oh, mijo, no sabes en lo que te has metido.” He growled as he pulled away, your mind reeling at the harsh sound, at the words spilling from those lips you craved. “Espero que no te arrepientas.” 

With that, Raul’s lips claimed you again, his hands rising to grasp at your cotton shirt. 

Your comfortable clothes were his favorite, in moments like these. You only wore them when you felt safe, when you were at the Lucky 38. Only with him. 

And they were so easy to remove. 

He pulled the soft garment off over your head, breaking your contact for half a second, before crashing to you again, your own hands wantonly pawing at the front of his jumpsuit. 

Raul ignored your pleas, moving his own hands’ attentions to your sweatpants, and easing them down over your hips to pool at the floor below. Raul groaned at the sight of you, as he opened his eyes to take it in. Take you in. 

“Mierda, mi guapo…” He breathed as his eyes scanned over your bare form. Raul felt his jumpsuit tighten around his crotch. “Te necesito.” 

“I need you, papi.” You echoed Raul’s sentiment, hands finally forgoing any kind of permission, and hauling his zipper down to his waist. 

You brushed your hands over the ghoul’s bare chest, pushing the garment off over his shoulders, and helping him pull off the sleeves. Raul moved with you, snapping out of the trance you’d put him in just in time to grasp your wrists with his hands. 

“Six, deténgase.” You tried to pull out of his grasp. “Stop it, mijo.” 

Reluctantly, your hands ceased their movement. 

“Muy bueno. You don’t listen to me, how am I supposed to help you, hm?” 

Your eyebrows creased together as you thought about whining out some sort of refute, but you bit down on your tongue instead. 

If I’m good, I’ll get what I need sooner. 

“That’s it. Now, haz lo que te digo.” 

That you understood. He said it frequently during your more… heated trysts. 

Do what I tell you to. 

“Si, papi.” You said with a grin. 

“Good, querido.” His hands stroked over your wrists, easing the ache you’d felt from his rough grasp. “Now…” 

Raul pressed forward, mischief prevalent in the air between you. The air around him. 

“Bend over the workbench.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath washing over you, sending chills down your spine right alongside the words he’d uttered. 

Your heart gave an excited jump inside as he released you, and you brushed past him. You did as you were told– hell, you did as you wanted to do, whether he’d told you to or not– and leaned down with your elbows on the metal surface of his workbench, thrusting your hips out invitingly as he strode towards you. 

Your fingers drummed against the metal in anticipation. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about Raul and you doing something like this… almost frequently, as he worked bent over the thing damn near every day, but for him to be the one to initiate? For it to be on a night he’s feeling pent up and wild after a frustrating day spent mostly apart? You couldn’t have asked for better circumstances. 

He rested a calloused hand on your ass, brushing over your skin tenderly before dealing a rough slap to the meat of it. You gasped, feeling your cock jerk upwards at the feel of the aggressive attention. 

He chuckled behind you as he pulled his hand away. 

“Stay put, mi amado.” 

With what you were sure he has in store? You wouldn’t dream of moving. 

There was shuffling behind you, Raul moving to another part of the room, a drawer opening, his footsteps back over to you, your heart rate increasing with each step, each passing moment. Fabric rustled behind you, and you felt his looming presence just beyond your back. 

“Spread your legs for me, por favor.” 

You did so easily, feet sliding over the tile floor as you quickly moved to obey him. 

Raul hummed in approval from behind you, and you heard a cap pop off from a bottle. 

The question of what it was was answered quickly, as you felt his hand reach for you, lube-slicked fingers brushing against the skin of your ass, prodding askingly at your taut entrance. 

“Intenta relajarte, mijo.” He whispered in your ear as he bent over you, his warm, uneven skin pressing to your back as his fingers prodded deeper into you. “Open up for me.” 

Your hands slid over the metal tabletop, reaching the far edge and grasping onto it in preparation as you took a breath and closed your eyes. When you breathed in, you breathed him in. The scent of a man at work. Metallic, hardy, a tinge of that unique ghoulish smell that most found unpleasant, but that just reminded you of the man you loved. 

He eased one finger inside you, the light stretch eased by the generous amount of lube as he began to thrust the digit in and out, working you open slowly, until he felt you could take two. 

It took less time than usual, your arousal at being bent over like this, fucked against the hard workbench that stole your partner’s attention from you so often, making you needy and pliant. 

“Papi…” You sighed, bordering on a whine, on a question. A demand, even. 

“Tell me what you need from me, mijo.” His voice was a low rasp against the shell of your ear. 

“Take me, please.” You begged, “Fuck me.” 

Your spine shuddered at your words. So lewd, but so sincere in your utterance of them. Like a dog whining as it begs for the scraps it needs to survive. 

This seemed as important a necessity, in this moment.

“Mm, you sound so good like this. Suplicando por mi.” 

Raul pulled his hand away from your ass, and you heard him open the bottle of lube once again. Your own cock strained upwards, prodding at your belly as your gut clenched with anticipation, as Raul took his sweet time rubbing the slick lubricant over his dick. 

“Eres tan perfecta. Like this.” Your legs shake as you feel the head of his cock prod at your ass. “Ask me again.” 

You whined at his teasing, hips thrusting backwards to try and push him into you. 

“Please,” You begged, meaning every letter of the word, “Por favor, mi vida, please just fuck me already.” 

He released a chuckle from behind you, one hand stroking over your ass while the other kept his cock at an infuriatingly close distance from being within you. 

“That was beautiful, mijo. Never heard someone beg so sweetly.” 

You whimpered once more from beneath him, the sound involuntary, forced out by your own desperation. 

“Easy.” His hand rubbed over you, spreading your asscheeks apart with his long fingers. “Te daré lo que necesitas.” 

He pushed forward, easing the head of his cock inside your tight entrance with one small thrust.

You keened below him, asshole clenching tight around the tip of his member at the stretch of his intrusion. Raul hissed through his teeth behind you. 

“Cálmate, mijo.” Raul grunted, his hand gripping hard at your ass, “Me vas a cortar el pene, lo juro.”

You didn’t quite understand the words, but you knew well enough to relax. His tight grip and clenched teeth were enough of a sign of the effect you were having on him. You took a deep breath in, forcing your fingers to ease their grip on the side of the table, and relaxing your clenching grip on your partner’s cock. 

“There we go. Mucho mejor.” Raul sighed, easing more of himself inside you as you loosened enough to accommodate him. 

“Sorry. Not as much prep as usual.” You grunted beneath him as he worked his length into you, pulling out slightly, before shoving forward in a repeated process, until his hips met your ass, and he was seated completely inside. 

“No te disculpes, mi amado.” 

Raul began to move, pulling out halfway, before shoving back inside, working up a steady rhythm that had you panting against the workbench. 

“Te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor.” Raul groaned, “So warm, es divino.” 

Your legs began to feel numb under his pulsing movement, his pace quickening as you loosened your grip around his length. You grunted as his tip prodded a pressure point deep inside you, feeling your cock jerk upwards in response to the burst of blinding pleasure. Your hole clenched at him at the same time, the grip making him stutter and lose his building momentum. 

“Mierda.” He cursed, “There it is. Prepárate.” 

When your grip eased enough for him to pull out, he almost completely left you, before shoving right back in, to that same spot. You moaned out against the table, fingers aching from their harsh grip on the metal’s edge, and tightened around your partner’s cock once again. A hand grasped at the inside of your right thigh, encouraging you to rest one knee up on the table, and you relented as Raul pulled away from you again, leaving just the tip inside. 

Raul’s hands gripped you tight, one at your hip, holding your leg in place, as the other held fast to your chest, his body bending around yours, slotting you together like a puzzle piece. 

There was no time to grip at him with this new angle as he shoved deep inside you once more, and you were left gasping beneath him at the new-found depth. 

Raul was hammering into that spot within you now, the head of his cock prodding your sensitive prostate, battering it into submission as he felt the frustration of the day ebbing with each stroke, leaving room for him to build to another sensation. You were floundering now, mind foggy with each repetitive burst of pleasure he was forcing on you. Your grounded leg shook, feeling like jelly beneath you as you felt a pressure deep inside you threaten to spill over. 

Each shove of his length against you pile-drove you towards your orgasm. You were sputtering beneath him, vision going dark and hazy with pleasure when you felt the hand at your hip leave you, venturing down below the table.

“Termina por mi.” Raul grunted out as his hand brushed your cock, grasping your hardened length and stroking roughly over you. 

It was too much. 

The sensations, of him deep inside you, knocking against your most sensitive place, around you, wringing your release from you before you could utter a sound of surprise. 

“Ahora.” He growled, and his hand squeezed down hard at the head of your cock, just as his hips thrust hard inside you, burying himself to the hilt with his tip mashing into your prostate. 

The world faded around you as your eyes filled with stars, as you felt your leg give out beneath you, collapsing fully onto the table as you writhed with overwhelming bliss. Raul’s body was all that was holding you up against the bench, his hard cock still nestled inside you as you clenched wildly around him, palm still caressing your cock as it pulsed against it, spurting your cum down onto the floor. 

You panted, trembling, as he wrung the last bits of release from you, your ass still trying to squeeze tiredly at him as he slowly pulled out. 

Your partner’s hands steadied you on the workbench, helping you to get your legs back underneath yourself. You looked back with half-lidded eyes as his hands left you, in favor of himself. 

“Espera un momento, por mi.”

Raul’s hand wrapped around his own cock, still hard and pulsing, still coated in slick, and he stroked over himself quickly. 

“Hold still, mi amado.” He grunted, and you let out a sigh of contentment as you felt his release spill onto your back. You hummed in encouragement as you heard his breathing stutter behind you.

Raul nearly collapsed onto you, bracing one hand on the workbench as he leaned over your body and milked the last of his cum from his dick, spurting the last of it onto your searing skin, slick with your sweat. 

The two of you simply stilled for a moment, breathing hard. You felt his hot breath spill over your back, then his hand, as he rubbed over your shoulder to the nape of your neck, stroking soothingly over your smooth skin until you both had caught your breath. 

“Eres tan perfecto para mi.” You heard him whisper, and you smiled. You’d heard that one a time or two as well. 

Perfect for him. 

Your chest warmed at the sentiment, but before you could respond, he was rising to his feet behind you. It ended as it began, as you heard his footsteps echo around the room, drawers and doors being opened, closed, all while you waited, draped over the workbench, coated in sweat and bliss and him. 

Raul came back to you, a clean rag in hand, and wiped his release from your back, and the slick from your ass. Your teeth gritted at the feel of the rough cloth against your sore, battered entrance, and Raul touched your shoulder with a kiss. 

“You alright, mijo?” 

“Mmhm.” 

You nodded, sitting up and facing him, leaning back against the workbench as you watched him wipe himself clean. He tossed the rag aside and handed you a water as he sat back against the workbench right beside you. 

“Thanks.” You gulped it down greedily, handing back the last bit of it so he could finish it off. 

“Time for bed, eh?” 

You nodded to him again, and let Raul lead you back to your shared bed in the other room, your legs still unsteady from the exertion of your dual orgasms. 

“I wasn’t too rough with you, right, amado?” 

Raul asked as he climbed into bed beside you. 

You scooted over to him immediately, wrapping an arm around his waist, settling your head against his warm chest. 

“No, baby, that was perfect.” 

You felt his muscles relax beneath you. 

“Perfecto para mi.” You added, a grin at your lips as you felt him release a chuckle. 

“Glad to hear it.” 

Your eyes closed at that, a warm pleasantness settling over you, beckoning you to sleep. 

…

“Say, boss, I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.” 

Your eyes rolled from beneath closed lids, and Raul chuckled again. 

[couriernix]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Craig Boone/Female Courier, Craig Boone/Original Female Character, Female Courier/The King Characters: Craig Boone, Arcade Gannon, Raul Tejada, Lily Bowen, Eddie (Fallout: New Vegas), Rex (Fallout: New Vegas), The King (Fallout: New Vegas), Original Fallout Characters, Female Courier (Fallout: New Vegas), Rose of Sharon Cassidy, Manny Vargas Additional Tags: craig boone/female courier end game, Developing Friendships, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, How Do I Tag, Healing, Friends With Benefits, Canon-Typical Violence, mostly canon i think, first fallout game ive played so what I knows phoenix knows, Amnesiac Courier (Fallout), minor courier / the king, they're the friends with benefits part, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, courier has abandonment issues, Eventual Smut, Found Family, Slow Romance, No Beta, Bisexual Courier (Fallout) Summary:

Her grandma read to her "The Hollow Men" so many times that Phoenix Vida-Jones truly thought that the world would end not with a bang, but with a whimper. Then, she was shot in the head carrying a platinum chip by a tacky city-slicker.

Fortunately for her, she got fixed up with just enough memories to get her by on her quest for revenge. Guess the world doesn't end with a bang. What she wasn't counting on though, is the past she barely remembers coming back to haunt her as she plans to take down Benny and resolve the conflict at the Hoover Dam. Mix that in with her need to people-please and her developing feelings for a mourning sniper, and Nix can barely catch a break.

---- I wrote a singular one-shot titled "Looking Out for Me" and decided to write more. Then, a plot emerged and I found myself planning a story. This'll be a little bit of a "fly-by-my-pants" story, but I need to practice writing and I love the freedom of fanfiction writing. I might include the published one-shot in this story, but it'll be drastically different judging by what I do have planned. Technically though, that story features the same courier.

[chimerabytes]

while I love seeing people ship their couriers with Arcade, Boone, Benny and a few other FONV NPCs... I want to see more love for Raúl!!!!

Physical representation of me every time I see someone who ships their Courier Six with Raúl:

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[justanotherfalloutauthor]

Victor Plays Matchmaker

Character/Ships: Courier x Arcade // Courier x Boone // Courier x Cass // Courier x Veronica // Courier x Raul Series: Fallout New Vegas Word Count: 479 (intro) + 408 (Arcade) // 512 (Boone) // 500 (Cass) // 458 (Veronica) // 393 (Raul)

TW: Alcohol (Cass)

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The harsh Mojave sunlight beat down upon the glittering city of New Vegas. The flashing neon lights and signs  were dim against the bright blue of the sky, sprinkled with a few light clouds that did little to stop the intensity of the bright daylight.

On the Strip, there were a handful of rowdy gamblers and the occasional drunkard, but for the most part, it was quiet as the Courier made their way up the stairs of the Lucky 38. Victor greeted them with a flailing arm that was soon draped over their shoulder as he ushered them inside.

The doors behind them creaked closed and, as they stepped onto the carpeted floor of the casino, Victor pulled the Courier aside with a wayward glance to the elevator and lead them to the western side of the ground floor of the building, amongst the empty tables and chairs coated in dust and debris from the years of neglect. Victor gestured to one such empty booth, the torn and stained fabric that must have been an electrifying shade of red back in its prime now faded into an ugly shade of burgundy. As the Courier slipped into the seat, they idly wondered how much time had passed since it had been cleaned properly. Once they had settled into the chair, the Courier gave Victor a puzzled look, leaning over the table.

“I’m sure you’re itching to get back to the boss and tell him about your latest adventures with the Omertas,” Victor drawled as he parked himself in front of the table and rested his claws over the wooden surface. “But I wanted to have a word with you in private before you go gallivanting off to the Presidential Suite.”

The Courier raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Now, your old pal Victor just wants to chat about one of your friends… One taking up residence upstairs there.”

“What?” The Courier sighed, exasperated. The beginnings of a tension headache buzzed in their skull. “What did they do this time?”

Victor chuckled. “No, no! It’s not what they’ve done. It’s what hasn’t happened yet…”

“What?” The Courier repeated. Victor clicked his claws together nervously on the counter. From the short distance across the table, the Courier could hear the creaking gears and whirring fans through Victor’s chest cavity. Was he anxious?

“I'm not one for beating around the bush, so I'm just going to come right out and say it." Victor placed a claw on the Courier's shoulder as he spoke. "I seen the way your buddy up there looks at you and I seen the way you look at them, and I think you two'd make a fine couple. I got the sense you just needed an outside observer to give you a push in the right direction, so that's what I'm doing now!"

The Courier spluttered. "You mean, me and…"

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"...Arcade?"

The robot nodded enthusiastically - or, at least, he attempted to by rapidly shaking his monitor up and down in the imitation of human agreement. The Courier might have been amused if they weren’t horrified. Victor wasn’t done, however, and he quickly produced a menagerie of old, dusty textbooks from behind the table. 

Ah, so this was why Victor had brought them to this table in particular.

“Look at these! The boss was nice enough to let me give these to you; why dont’cha give them to your doctor pal? Bond over… Uh…” Victor picked up one of the pre-war textbooks and held it to his monitor. “...Human tissue!”

The Courier picked one up from the counter and ran their fingers over the gold lettering on the spine. “Victor, I appreciate it, but he’s a researcher - not necessarily a medical doctor-”

"You can learn together! The two of ya, bettering each other's skills; great idea for a first date if you wanna invite him out to that Fort you two like to visit from time to time."

“Enough! Victor, I don’t have feelings for Arcade.” The Courier drummed their fingers impatiently on the table as their face warmed involuntarily. They could feel the rising heat on their cheeks. "I don't know where your idea came from. Besides, we're friends! Wouldn’t trade that for anything."

The securitron brushed his arm affectionately over one of the textbooks laid on the counter before turning back to his friend. The familiar buzz from his monitor was comforting amongst the quiet of the abandoned casino floor. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

The atmosphere had changed from painfully awkward to just uncomfortable, a change for which the Courier felt grateful as they shook their head affectionately at the securitron in front of them. Victor enthusiastically handed over the few books still held in his claws, and the Courier’s protests died on their lips as they thumbed through what they had been given. Despite their age, the books were in remarkably pristine condition, and covered a wide range of subjects from medicine to robotics. Maybe Victor did have the right idea. Besides, even if they lost their nerve at the prospect of asking the handsome doctor to work with them, at least they might learn something useful in the process. 

The Courier reluctantly grabbed a few of the textbooks and got up from the table. 

Well, here goes nothing.

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"...Boone?"

“Your friend from the NCR! That’s him, right?” Victor replied.

“Oh, no, there’s nothing going on between us.” The Courier murmured half-heartedly, rubbing the back of their neck. They stared at the table and grimaced in an attempt to suppress the blush forming on their cheeks. The act didn’t fool the securitron, who clicked his claws and huffed in response. 

“Don’t be so quick to deny it! I know I’m just an old securitron, but I see what I see, and the two of you are missing out on something if you don’t do nothing about it.”

“That’s sweet of you, Victor, but I’m not interested. We aren’t interested.” The Courier rolled their eyes and leaned back in the booth, glaring at the robot in front of them as if to say ‘bring it up again, I dare you’. 

Unfortunately for them, Victor was stubborn enough to not take the hint. 

“You both like putting those legionaries across the lake in the ground, dont’cha? You can make a date of it! The two of ya can sneak into that camp and give ‘em hell! And your date might even teach ya a thing or two about taking out someone at a distance.”

“Was that a pot-shot at my combat skills, Victor?” The Courier chewed their lip, attempting to turn the conversation back to the mundane. Victor wasn’t taking the bait. 

“It could be fun! And, you’d be doing Mr. House a favour to boot; don’t want an excess of those legionaries crawling around Hoover Dam when we get on the scene…”

The Courier groaned and held their face in their hands, rubbing their temple. The Mojave heat had permeated the building and the unusually warm temperature was getting to their temper. “So, this is actually for House?”

Victor brushed the dust off the counter absentmindedly. “Not exactly... I just thought it’d be the perfect way for the two of ya to bond!”

The Courier sat in silence for a minute and stared at the dappled sunlight streaming through the tattered curtains. The light illuminated the gleaming metal of Victor’s casing, and the Courier couldn’t help but let their mind wander so slightly, reflecting on what the securitron said. There was no possible way that this would end well. Boone had gone through such horror in such a short amount of time; losing his wife, combined with the Battle of Bitter Springs… Even if the feelings the Courier had secretly been harbouring for their sniper friend were reciprocal, they knew he wouldn't be ready to act on it.

No, maybe it was best to let it go.

…On the other hand though, there was no real worst case scenario; if they were rejected, they could always play it off as an order from Mr. House.

With a million possibilities swimming in their mind, the Courier rose from their seat and shook their head slowly at Victor as they let out a shaky breath. "What have you talked me into, Victor?" 

"The best first date you've ever been on, partner!" Victor replied chirpily.

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"...Cass?"

Victor chuckled once more, his metallic frame brushing up against the counter behind the booth. The scraping of metal against metal was a lightning bolt against the Courier's skull and they cringed at the noise. The heat was already getting to them; no sense in adding noise to the mix.

"That's her!" Victor replied, raising his voice to be heard against the ruckus he was causing. Eventually, he slithered back out from behind the bar, brandishing two bottles of expensive whiskeys. He gave a bottle to the Courier who took it carefully, turning it in their hands. Amber liquid sloshed inelegantly against the glass. 

"Betcha wondering why your old pal Victor's giving you something from the vintage collection…”

“Vintage?” The Courier echoed. It looked rather average to them.

“Vintage! Best whiskey that caps can buy. With any luck, might not even burn on the way down ya gullet! Not that I’d know, but, well, an old securitron can dream.”

The Courier’s gaze flickered from Victor to the bottle, then back to Victor. They lacked the courage to ask him what the point was of a liquor that didn’t burn. “Why are you giving this to me?”

“Did those bullets scramble your head up? Maybe Doc Mitchell didn’t patch ya up properly.” Victor almost tutted as he slid the second bottle down next to the Courier. “What’s-her-name… Rose of Sharon Cassidy enjoys a good beverage, and what’s better than a good whiskey and even better company?”

The Courier spluttered as they placed the whiskey back down on the table and shot Victor a glare. “C’mon, Victor. Leave it be. I’m not gonna get Cass drunk enough to... Well...”

Now it was Victor who was offended. “Partner, I thought you’d know me by now that I would never suggest you take advantage of a lady!”

The Courier sighed as they slunk in their seat, the fabric scratching against their skin as they did so. It was not unlike the prickling sensation that they felt under their skin at the mention of a date.

Victor clicked his metallic hand against one of the whiskey bottles, sighing. “I’m suggesting you give one of these to your lady friend as a gift, and the two of you split one. Go somewhere fancy, dress up, hit the town!”

“What for?” The Courier wrinkled their nose. The realisation that they hadn’t been quite so secretive about their feelings towards the charming redhead was an embarrassing enough notion; they didn’t need to be pushed into admitting it further.

“I won’t hear no more about it, friend. You get into that elevator, give this to her, and ask her to share a drink!” Victor declared.

Suddenly, the Courier found themselves being hoisted out of the booth and pushed towards the elevator by the securitron, bottles of whiskey in hand.

Despite Victor’s rudeness, the Courier begrudgingly went along with him. ‘After all,’ they thought as they looked at the alcohol in their hands, ‘what was the worst that could happen?’

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"...Veronica?"

“It’s a perfect match, really,” Victor laughed from the other side of the table. He almost sounded smug. “She packs a mean punch, and you dish ‘em out!”

The Courier furrowed their brow in confusion and they drummed their fingers on the counter. “What does that even mean, Victor?”

“You’re both good at killing things, is what I mean. Gosh, didn’t think I’d need to spell it out so much for ya!”

“Great.” The Courier snarked. They stared at their knuckles, bruised and sore from the day’s efforts. It wasn’t even midday and their body was aching. How did Veronica manage to lug around that power fist so effortlessly? The sunlight poured in through the window, unbroken by the raggedy curtains, and the Courier followed the beams that settled on the elevator doors. Victor followed their gaze and snorted in amusement.

“Eager to get back to her, hey?” He commented with the faintest hint of a laugh. The Courier snapped back to reality, pink now dusting their cheeks. They shook their head, almost in an effort to rid their mind of what they knew their next thoughts would be of. Or, more accurately, who their next thoughts would be of.  

“Victor, no, it wouldn’t work out between us - not that there’s anything there to begin with, I mean.” The Courier added quickly. Veronica had loved and lost in the past; this much, the Courier knew, but knew little else of her love-life. It was a topic the pair were reluctant to talk about. Maybe it was for this reason. 

“You two are as cute as a button. I hear how y’all talk to each other. The gifts you give each other. You’re practically together already, it’s a crying shame I need to come and spell it out for ya!” Victor threw his arms in the air in an exaggerated act of exasperation, the essence of his humour still dancing in his words. The Courier was far less impressed as they turned around and crossed their arms, their back now towards the securitron.

“It isn’t like that, Victor…”

“Sure it isn’t. And I ain’t a RobCo Securitron.” Victor tutted. Quiet descended over the room as he leaned in towards the Courier, who was now looking across the room and avoiding eye contact.

“I ain’t saying it’s a sure thing,” Victor began, his voice low and oddly serious, “I’m just sayin’ I know what I see. Go tell her how you feel.”

For the first time in a long while, the Courier raised their head and gave Victor a look of abashed indignation. They sighed as they got up from the counter and turned towards the elevator.

“I’ll think about it, Victor. Thanks.”

“That’s good enough for me, friend!”

❤ ❤ ❤

"...Raul?"

Victor tapped his metallic claw on the table and wiped the dust off of it, then turned to observe the squeaking in his arm. He only hummed in response. “That mechanic of yours is gifted with a screwdriver. I know you’ve noticed.” He added, a hint of amusement in his tone.

An uncomfortable silence followed as the Courier only snorted in response and turned away from the securitron. Victor knew how they felt about Raul? …What did they feel towards the ghoul?

The Courier groaned. It was too early to worry about their feelings right now. Especially when the person making them feel like this was currently residing in the room above them. Close enough. Was it close enough?

…Yes, it would be close enough. It would have to be. With such biting sarcasm and indignant commentary every time they travelled together, there was no way that the ghoul might look at them in the same way that they looked at him. Despite Victor’s observations to the contrary.

On the other side of the table, Victor had fallen silent. Did he hit a nerve? Victor ran through the interaction in only the way a mechanical intelligence could do. 

No, no he was certain that he was on the right track. He was right about this. 

He cleared his throat; an act that held no meaning in his mechanical body, but the noise held all his intentions.

The Courier, lost in their thoughts, was pulled back by the sound.

“You alright, partner? Did I say something wrong?”

The Courier ignored the question. “What do you mean by ‘me and Raul’, Victor? Really, there’s nothing going on between us. We’re friends.”

Victor would have shaken his head if he were capable of the motion. Instead, he tutted and placed a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla on the counter. The Courier eyed it suspiciously.

“Before you go jumping at the opportunity to ignore my advice,” Victor said, “Take this. I’m thinking a good first date between you two might involve a couple of cases of these, but this one’s all I got on me at the moment.”

For the first time that meeting, the Courier chuckled as they took the bottle. “Thanks, Victor. I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

“You be sure to!” Victor laughed alongside his companion as the pair strolled toward the elevator.

[nukaberries]

Ahh im so happy to find a blog that writes new vegas! I got into it recently and its so fun! Sometimes i get tired of hearing the radio especially if im travelling way too much, so i just start singing any song that pops into my head or talk to the companions like they're real pfft

im also way too cheery for my own good lmao, game devs knew what they were doing when there was no push button for running, you know how many times i ran into mines and kept running 🧍🏽

I kinda wanna know how the companions would react to that? A Courier who practically bounces as they walk and if its not the radio or them talking to fill the silence, its them singing as they shoot radscorpions !! Couriers not half bad at singing either! They mostly sing quietly while walking the mojave for obvious reasons but on a night they feel especially safe, they'll be singing so well people will wonder why they're not making holotapes for mr new vegas to play (esp if they say the radio gets annoying at times)im sorry this is long im just excited to see a new vegas writer that hasnt left their blog 🤧

I'm SO late to this one, I'm so sorry! But I'm so glad you're enjoying New Vegas! It's tied with Red Dead Redemption 2 as one of my favourite video games! And I'm exactly the same when I play New Vegas, the radio's never off and I have no spatial awareness. I hope this was worth the wait!! (Sorry again lmao)

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Companions React to a Loud/Chatty Courier (Includes: Arcade, Boone, Cass, Lily, Raul and Veronica)

Arcade Gannon Admittedly, he's a little intimidated at first. He agrees to go with the Courier since there's no point in him sticking around Freeside where he's not helping anyone. He just doesn't realise he's taken up with the most obnoxious person in the West. He's not annoyed by any means, in fact, the singing is actually quite a nice change from the radio. The constant talking is a little overwhelming for him at first though, as someone whose trying his best to keep his past with the Enclave a secret. He knows the Courier means no harm, and he feels a little guilty having to shut down their questions about him, knowing that they only mean well. They do bring out a different side to him he didn't know he had and he sometimes finds himself humming along to either the radio or Six's singing.

Craig Boone At first, he's annoyed by the Courier, but it's not like he has anything better to do. They're his best chance at wiping out the Legion, even if their incessant talking and singing is a little too much for him. He doesn't have a problem with them, but he prefers silence to having to begrudgingly answer someone who talks at a million miles per hour. The only time he'll really voice his complaints is when he actually needs them to be quiet, such as if they're trying to stealthily take out enemies, thankfully the Courier seems to know when to turn off their radio and stop singing. Eventually, the constant chatter and the singing - that he'll never admit is actually enough to rival the radio songs - become background noise he learns to appreciate. He'll never join in with the Courier's singing, but he tries his best to answer their questions and respond to their comments.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy Cass is another one who can't stand the Courier's chatter and singing at first, however, she's more than willing to voice this. A few times, she actually hid the Courier's Pip-Boy while they slept, unfortunately for Cass, they'd already memorised all the lyrics to Johnny Guitar and sung that on repeat for most of the day. It was starting to reach the point where Cass was certain they were doing it on purpose. The singing she hated, but the talking? She didn't mind the talking. In fact, Cass actually looked forward to the talking, she often struggled to make friends, considering her problems with whiskey, so it was nice to just make conversation sometimes. Sure, she'd still keep trying to put an end to the singing, no matter how good it was, but the talking Cass could live with.

Lily Bowen The first time Lily started travelling with the Courier, she was thrilled. Everyone in Jacobstown took life a little too seriously and being with the Courier was a refreshing change for her. Unlike most of the other companions, Lily actually loves the singing and the talking. She'll even suggest that the Courier tries their hand at singing on the Strip, the Tops and the Atomic Wrangler are always looking for new acts after all. Lily will even try and sing along with them, before realising her voice doesn't exactly compliment or rival the Courier's, but so long as they encourage to join in, she always will. The talking is just as lovely for her, it's nice to know that the Courier still cares about their grandma, even if they are growing up so fast.

Raul Tejada Never in all his years of being alive has he met someone like the Courier. It was one thing that they managed to deal with Tabitha, but the fact that they did it with Radio New Vegas playing on full blast from their Pip-Boy? Raul wasn't sure whether to be impressed or absolutely terrified. He leans more towards the latter once he starts travelling with them, struggling to keep up with the Courier constantly asking him questions about where he's from and what his life was like before the war and how he turned ghoul. Like Arcade, Raul finds it overwhelming and eventually asks politely if the Courier can calm down a little with all the questions, thankful when they actually oblige. He learns to love the Courier in spite of their loud habits, even being happy to fix their Pip-Boy when it stops letting them connect to the radio stations. It's against his better judgement, but they seem grateful for it.

Veronica Santangelo She immediately bonds with the Courier over their love for Radio New Vegas. Veronica wishes she had her own Pip-Boy so she could listen to the radio in her own free time, since lugging a radio around the Mojave Desert doesn't seem like the best idea. She absolutely loves the Courier's singing too, insisting that they don't forget her once they make it big in some bar in New Reno. She also tries her best to be the Courier's backup singer when wandering the wasteland, however, she accidentally stumbles up on a lot of her lyrics and trying to pronounce "Agua Fria" at the start of Big Iron quickly becomes the bane of her existence. Veronica also loves to gossip with the Courier, about her love life - and the Courier's if they're willing to disclose it - and all her least favourite things about her commanding officers in the Brotherhood. Whenever she travels with Six, Veronica manages to get a lot of off her chest

[courier-sux]

Raul: You need a hobby.

Courier: I have a hobby.

Raul: Staring at Arcade’s face isn’t a hobby.

Courier: You’re right. It’s a profession and I excel at my job.

[chaosintheavenue]

Fallout Opinion Survey- Results!

Thank you so much to all those who took part! We had 421 usable responses in total :D

One quick note- the nature of the data this time around means that most of the auto-generated charts are usable as they are, which does mean this post will be very image-heavy. I’d be very appreciative if someone who knows how to write image descriptions for charts could add them on!

Without further ado, let’s get into the results...

The Basics:

Favourite DLC:

Dead Money- 115 (...nice) Old World Blues- 94 Far Harbor- 76 Lonesome Road- 53 Nuka World- 27 Point Lookout- 17 Honest Hearts- 11 The Pitt- 9 Mothership Zeta- 7 Automatron- 3 Operation Anchorage- 3 Broken Steel- 2 Vault-Tec Workshop- 1

Favourite faction:

Followers of the Apocalypse- 146 Railroad- 62 Minutemen- 45 NCR- 23 Kings- 22 Brotherhood of Steel (all chapters combined)- 20 Yes Man/Wildcard Courier- 18 Great Khans- 14 Enclave- 10 Caesar's Legion- 8 Raiders (76, Nuka World and general combined)- 8 Institute- 6 Chairmen- 5 Unity- 4 Atom Cats- 3 Mr House- 3 Boomers- 3 Freeside- 2 Responders- 2 Children of Atom- 2 Ghoul settlements in general- 2 Hubologists- 2 Tunnel Snakes- 2 And the list of those with one vote each: The Family, Think Tank, Reaver Movement, Ciphers, Broken Hills, Powder Gangers, Reilly's Rangers, Acadia, Goodneighbor, Underworld, White Glove Society, Omertas, Jacobstown, post-Legion Ulysses, Cult of the Mothman, 80s, and talking Deathclaws from Fallout 2

Favourite companion:

Arcade Gannon- 75 Nick Valentine- 53 Hancock- 39 Veronica- 38 Deacon- 30 ED-E- 26 Raul- 23 Boone- 22 MacCready- 13 Christine Royce- 12 Dogmeat (all)- 11 Fawkes- 10 Preston Garvey- 10 Charon- 9 Rex- 9 Butch Deloria- 8 Goris- 8 Cait- 7 Danse- 7 Piper- 7 Lily- 6 Marcus- 6 Rose of Sharon Cassidy- 6 Curie- 5 Porter Gage- 4 Dean Domino- 4 X6-88- 3 Strong- 3 Ulysses- 3 RL-3- 3 Ian- 2 Dog/God- 2 Codsworth- 2 Joshua Graham- 2 Old Longfellow- 2 Lenny- 2 Ada- 2 And the 'list of ones': Tycho, Katja, Follows-Chalk, Sydney

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The Lore:

(other titles specifically mentioned in the final question: Metro and Doom)

Characters headcanoned as synths: The Sole Survivor (by far the most common theory), Sturges, Deacon, Preston Garvey, the Lone Wanderer in Broken Steel, James/Dad, Dogmeat, Three Dog, Parker Quinn, Charon, Courier Six, Tinker Tom, Zeke, Arthur Maxson, Father/older Shaun, Piper, Travis Miles, Mysterious Stranger, Caesar ('cause funny'), Joshua Graham, most Children of Atom, Desdemona, Myrna, Marcy Long, Mr Burke, Vault 76 Overseer, Trashcan Carla, Cricket, many BoS and Enclave members, Reaver Movement members, Redeye, Moira Brown, Dr Zimmer, Ranger Ghost, most birds, Arcade Gannon, Elijah, Lizzie Wyatt, Kellogg, Mama Murphy, Nat Wright, and Sierra Petrovita

(please note I'm not all that familiar with Fallout 4 lore, if any of the FO4 peeps here are canon synths then I didn't know about it lol)

Fan theories/headcanons from the final question that cropped up repeatedly (in approximate order of popularity):

Vault-Tec started the Great War

Alien involvement with the pre-war US government and/or the Great War

Horses are still around

Talking Deathclaws are still around

Occult/eldritch influence (e.g. the Dunwich building) is widespread

Charon is a survivor of Vault 92

Deacon is a founder of the Railroad and his 'real' backstory was another lie

Veronica and Christine reunite

Sarah Lyons is alive

Gen 3 synths and ghouls still need to eat, drink, sleep and so on

Ghouls only turn feral in specific circumstances (suggestions include prolonged isolation and relying too heavily on radiation instead of food as a source of energy) and it is not inevitable

International travel and immigration continues

Danse and Harkness were sent to the Capital Wasteland by the Railroad together

X person is actually multiple people- suggested for Deacon, Legate Lanius and Vulpes Inculta

The US is the either the only place that was nuked or the only place that hasn't rebuilt and recovered, and the rest of the world is just ignoring them and carrying on as normal

Cass is the Chosen One's daughter

Mama Murphy is the Chosen One

No-Bark Noonan is the Chosen One (lots of Chosen One theories popping up lol)

All subsequent Dogmeats in the series are named after the legend of the original Dogmeat

Father is not really Shaun

MacCready is lying about Duncan being ill (or one person even suggested Duncan existing)

Yes Man overthrows the Courier after being upgraded

The real Lone Wanderer died at the end of the vanilla game even if Broken Steel is installed, and the Broken Steel LW is a synth

Deacon once worked for the Institute

Deacon deliberately leads people to theorise that he is the Lone Wanderer to throw them off

Deacon is or was once a ghoul (also plenty of Deacon theories)

The Mysterious Stranger is a time traveller who protects the various PCs to maintain the timeline

Appalachia was turned into a barren wasteland by the nuclear trigger-happiness of the Vault 76 Dwellers (possibly interesting aside: my brother, who buys into this one, has gone as far as to theorise that the original Great War used very low-yield weapons and wasn't that severe on the environmental level (as far as literal nuclear war goes, that is), and it was the Vault 76ers nuking the hell out of Appalachia that triggered a continent-wide nuclear winter and sent the ecology of the wasteland into the state it's in in all subsequent games)

Glory is not a synth

The (in-game) reason for lore clashes and retcons is that the plot of each game is a retelling  of the story as it's passed around in the wasteland, so some details have been embellished or mixed up

I’ll be coming back to the theories from the final question at some point, but aside from that, that's a wrap! There isn't really much potential for me to play around with the data here like with the OC surveys, so this was more just me presenting the data as it came in without commentary. Still, I hope this is somehow interesting/insightful!