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coldgardengentlemen · 9 days

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Prewar! Jealous! Robert House x Reader

Got tired of the lack of Mr. House fanfic and took it into my own hands.

Content warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, mild arguing, spanking, dom and sub dynamic, hair pulling, degration, humiliation, crying but nothin too intense, use of sir by reader, sex, house calls himself daddy, fingering, oral sex (female recieving), piv sex, light choking, cigarette play, human ashtray, readers head goes burrrr when someone touches their ear, allusion to sugarbaby lifestyle, overstimulation, orgasm denial, aftercare, porn with some plot, no beta we die like men, no use of y/n

Note: you and house have pre-established relationship, in my mind he looks like the mr house from the TV series, plus i kinda headcannon him to be like Gomez Addams with his partners, very passionate and adoring, also writing this in my notes app on my tablet and first ever fic ever let's go

Summary: the reader makes Mr. House jealous during a party and fifty smut ensues

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The elevator ride up to the suite was quiet and tense.

Usually, the tension between you two in the elevator was sexual, passionate, and hot. The elevator door would close and no sooner would Robert turn towards you to connect his lips to yours. You two would make out like horney teenagers at the drive-in movies, tongues and teeth clashing as he desperately gripped your hips, you would run your hands through his hair. By the time the elevator door opens to the grand suite, you two would have begun getting undressed.

But not tonight.

Tonight, the elevator ride was filled with an awkward tension. At least for you it felt awkward, but judging by how aggressively Robert light his cigarette, the tension in his shoulders, and the way he's clenching his jaw. You could guess the tension he was feeling was of the aggressive nature.

Just as you began to open your mouth to break the silence, the elevator breaks it for you with a proment ding.

Robert began walking away as soon as the doors began to slide open, his legs taking him in quick, purposeful strides. Much quicker to his usual leisurely walk that he so confidently uses.

"Robert"

"I think I'll go to my study to work for a bit, you go ahead and go to bed dear"

He interrupts you from the walk-in closet, clearly trying to avoid talking about what happened at the party. A luxury you have no intention of letting him have as you make your way over to him.

When you step into the closet, you find him sitting on the bench, bent over, untying his shoes. His blazer, tie, and other accessories were already removed. He keeps his eyes cast downward at the task at hand, his eyebrows furrowed as he ignores your entry that was announced by the clicking of your heels.

"You're the one who told me to 'be nice and behave', I'm just doing what you told me"

Robert immediately abandoned the task at hand to sit up and look at you with a look that said, 'I knew you were gonna say some shit like that', equal parts pissed off and amused. He began standing up and stalking his way towards you as he spoke.

"I didn't tell you to flirt with some investor."

"I wasn't flirting with anyone, I was being nice"

"You were... enabling that man"

"Enabling?"

"Yes, you were enabling him, encouraging him to flirt with you like he had a chance"

"I know what enabling means Robert"

At this point, he was right in front of you, with you glaring at him stubbornly. His dark eyes stared into yours. He leaned in closer to your face, close enough to feel his breath against your face, never breaking eye contact, and spoke in a low, quiet voice.

"I think its best for you that I retreat to my study to work, I am in no mood to deal with your bratty behavour"

He remains in front of you to see if you have any kind of response, challenging you. You take a moment to decide, his demeanor almost making you consider listening to him.

Almost.

In one dramatic movement, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned your head to the look away from him with a dramatic eye role, a scoff escaping your mouth. The purpose of the action was to give him a taste of his own medicine, payback for him ignoring you in the elevator and just now in the closet. But your attitude is quickly ended as his hand quickly makes its way to the base of your skull, gripping the roots of your hair and pulling you back towards him, causing you to let out a yelp. With your back to his chest now and his hand still holding your hair, he reaches his other hand around your front and places his hand on your throat. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and drags his nose up your neck, nuzzles himself along your jaw before he traces his lips along the shell of your ear. A shiver shoots up your spin against your will as he abuses his knowledge of your weak spots. You swear you can feel him smirk against your ear as be whispers into it.

"If that's how you're going to act, then a guess I'll just have to give you a proper attitude adjustment."

His warmth leaves you as he pushes you through the closet doorway by the hand that still has a strong grip on your hair. You let out squeaks as he dog-walks you towards your bed.

"Robert-"

He sits at the end of your shared bed and maneuvers you across his lap and gives you a quick but firm spank on your rear, the sound of its impacts and your yelp filling the room.

"You will speak when spoken to and only when spoken to, now stay still and take you punishment like a good girl and I'll consider letting you cum tonight."

You let out a whine and are met with another spank on your rear before his hands find your waist, and he begins manipulating your body to the proper position. When he is satisfied with your positioning and the fact that you seem to be obeying him, he begins letting his hands roam your body as you lay across his lap. Fingers dance along you spine and ribs as his other hand smooths over the swell of your ass and he paws it with a firm grip. You feel your body and mind surrender as he massages your body, your previous bratty behavior extinguished by the thought of what kind of scene he is planning for you right now. He hums in satisfaction at how quickly you surrender to him, taking pride in the trust you are giving him. He slowly slides the hem of your dress up your legs, dragging them across your thighs and pushing them over the swell of your ass before securing them around your waist. As his hands roam over the newly exposed flesh, you feel your face get even hotter as you no doubt have a blush covering your whole faces.

"Twenty-five, hopefully that will be enough to teach you not to play stupid games. Does that sound good?"

His voice is rough with lust, and you can already feel his bulge against your stomach. Your head is already swimming with anticipation that you barely recognize him asking you the question, and you feel your heart swell as you realize he is checking in on you. You give a lazy nod and hum a 'mmhm', but are met with another spank.

"Use your words, girl," He states firmly.

"Y-yes sir... please punishe me"

"Good girl"

His tone is akin to that of a owner speaking to a dog, and the humiliation of it gose straight to your core. He begins his punishment for you, alternating which cheek he is abusing, occasionally rubbing your ass to sooth some pain, and praising you with each milestone.

"That's ten, your doing so good for me baby"

"Fifteenth, you look so pretty, taking your punishment like a good girl"

"Twenty, you're almost done dear"

Until you finally hit twenty-five. At this point, you have begun to squirm at the pain and totally not to get friction for the painful arousal you feel. Your arousal is very apparent to Robert due to the large wet spot that has formed on your panties.

"There, that's twenty-five, my dear." He coos as he caresses your bottom with his hand to ease the pain. His other hand gently guides your face so you are facing him.

And what a sight you are to him, hair a mess and sticking to your face due to sweat, or was it due to the tears that have fallen from your eyes. He brushes the hair out of your face as he coos down at you.

"Oh my poor girl, did daddy go too hard on you?"

His tone is on the verge of being condescending, but you aren't too concerned with that as you feel his hand on your rear slip between your legs. You involuntarily let a moan slip from your mouth at the much needed contact and quickly shy away, hiding your face in the comforter out of embarrassment. Robert let's out a chuckle at your actions as he begins to slowly rub your clit through your underwear.

"Acting so shy now? Not even an hour ago you were so confident. Flaunting yourself in front of the investors, laughing at their idiotic jokes and flirtations. Where did all that confidence go, hm?"

The grip in your hair returns again as he forces you out of hiding. You let out a moan and arch you back at the force of it.

"Tell me dear..." He pushes your panties to the side and easily slips a finger in. "Was this your plan?" His finger slowly pumps into you at a steady pace "make me jealous so that I angrly fuck your brains out when we return? Go all cock dumb as I ravish your body?" He adds another finger and begins a rough pace, making you forget that you are supposed to answer him. There is another tug to your hair and you feel him lean over you, his breath brushing against your ear. "I asked you a question pretty girl, or are you already to dumb to answer?"

"Yes" you push out honestly, your voice rough.

"Yes? Yes, what dear? Please use full sentences. I know you know how"

"Yes... I wanted to make you jealous so you would fuck me hard sir" at this point he has been fingering you rough and deep while his thumb rubs tight circles around you clit.

"...and how is that working out for you?" He whispers into your ear before letting out a chuckle and sitting up straight again. He quickens his pace, and you let out a whine, feeling your stomach tightent as your orgasam starts fastly approaching. "Did you really believe I would let you get away with that?" His hand in your hair leaves causing your face to fall back into the bed, and he uses his now free hand to grip your hip and keep you in place as you begin to buck at the feeling of your upcoming orgasam. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten further as you are pushed towards the edge. "No s-sir...ah... I'm so-orry sir, please. Fuck. Please, I'm so close"

"OH I know dear, I can feel how tight your cunt is gripping me" His fingers keep pumping at the same pace, your thighs clench around Robert's hand as you feel yourself about to fall off the edge. "I'm just not convinced you deserve to cum" and just like that he removes his hand from your wet heat, leaving you aching and dissatisfied as another whine escapes you.

"N-no sir, please I wanna cum" you plead, using you forearms to push the upper half of your body up so you can look at him properly. When you look at him, you find him leaning back onto his hands, distantly watching as he traces random patterns along your back, over your ass, and down your outer thigh. His face wears a look of faux boredom as he pretends to consider what you say before lazily tilting his head towards you, making eye contact that you have no choice but to hold.

"If you want to come, you have to earn it first," He states sofly as he arches his brow towards you. You push yourself up and crawl backward until you are kneeling on the bed beside him, his eyes following your every move. As you kneel beside him, you lean towards him and desperately grip his crisp white dress shirt. "Please sir, just tell me what to do," you plead. He takes a moment to appreciate the way you look at him in this moment before moving his face closer to yours, cupping your cheek. His eyes never leave yours as he gives a simple command.

"Kneel"

And as if hypnotized by him, you begin to slide off the bed, sinking to the floor and kneeling at the space between his thighs. He looks down at you proudly, and you can't help but excitedly start pawing at his crotch. As you reach for his belt, his hands stop you with a grip on the wrists. "So eager to please but, thats no what I had in mind." He reaches behind him and grabs a pillow for you to kneel on. As you get yourself situated and wonder what else he could possibly want from you, you hear the flick of his lighter. As you look up at him, you find he already has his gaze set on you as he lights the cigarette that is caught between his lips. When it's lit he closes the lighter and takes a long, dramatic drag before blowing it down towards you, his eyelids heavy with lust as you close your eyes to better feel the cloud reach you face. He then leans forward, elbows on his knees as he takes another drag of the cigarette. He cups your jaw with one hand and squeezes your cheeks before fully leaning forward to blow the smoke into your mouth. He allows himself to kiss you fully and slide his tongue into your mouth before pulling away and leaving you breathless. He pulls back slightly, loosening his grip on your face as he seems to be distracted by your lip. His eyes meet yours as he slowly raises the cigarette into your sights, and he flicks the ashes off. You watch the ashes as they fall to the floor like fresh snow, the particles dancing in the air as they make their way to the ground.

"Do you know what I want from you?" He speaks softly this time, as if worried someone will hear him, as if what he is about to tell you is a secret. You slowly shake your head 'no', and he removes his hands grip from you and slowly begins dragging a single finger along your jaw before he holds it just under your chin. He holds eyecontact with you again, but this time with purpose, he is speaking directly to you now, outside of your little scene. "I want to use your mouth as my personal ashtray dear"

A sound escapes the back of your throat. This is unexpected. You won't lie, you have caught yourself admiring him while smoking. Watched how he would lazily hold a cigarette between two fingers, or how he would blow smoke out between his smirking lips. You begin to wonder just how long he has been wanting to ask this of you.

Seeing the surprised and confused look on your face, he begins to backtrack. "You can say no dear, won't be mad about it, I know it's not everyone's cup of tea -" you cut him off.

"No, I wanna try it." He studies your fave for any sign of a lie. "Are you sure, love?" You melt at how much he cares as you nod your head "Yes baby... just tell me what to do. " His eyes soften at you for a second before he readjusts his posture again, returning to the scene and his role in it.

"All you have to do is sit there and look pretty with your mouth open and tongue flat. You can just sit there all dumb as I finish my cigarette and ash them onto your tongue. " He returns the cigarette to his lips to take another drag. "Think you can handel that for me dear?"

Instead of answering, you eagerly open your mouth and let your tongue hang out as you stare at him with lust filled eyes. A smirk ghosts his lips before he bites it, not wanting to show you just how much this is affecting him. He takes another drag before moving the cigarette towards your mouth, and he gently taps the cigarette so the ashes fall to your tongue. You didn't know what you expected, as the ashes hit your tongue they sting for a second before the pain melted away and it just felt like there was a bit of dirt on your tongue. Upon watching the ash fall into your mouth, Robert has to suppress a shiver that rackes up his spine and instead altered for taking another heavy drag of the cigarette.

"That's a good girl. Oh, you have no idea what you do to me. " He ashes into your mouth again and takes another drag, his eyes never leaving the spot where the ashes are beginning to pile up. A satisfied smirk that might actually be a genuine smile crosses his lips as smoke seeps out between his teeth. "I can't believe you would let someone do this to you... can't believe you would let me do this to you. "

He takes another long drag and ashes it into your mouth. The cigarette is almost done at this point, and you feel a bit disappointed. The ash is heavy on your tongue and you can feel your clit pulsing with anticipation. "You look so fucking pretty like this" He takes the final drag and the sound the escapes you is pathetic, you feel your face become flushed with embarrassment. "Oh don't worry doll, I'll give you what you want after this" And with that he flicks the final ashes onto your young.

"Now." He leans in close again, demanding your eye contact. "Do you think you can swallow it?" You hesitate for a moment before deciding to commit to this entirely, and you close your mouth. In your attempt to swallow your eyes shut as the ash coats the roof of your mouth. Most of it goes down, but there is still some coating your tongue and the roof of your mouth. You hear a sigh escape Robert, and upon opening your eyes, you find him looking down at you, eyes darkened with lust.

Maintaining eyecontact, you open your mouth wide, showing him that you swallowed, some remains of the ash still clinging to your mouth. Then, as if he suddenly lost all control of himself, Robert let out a low moan, and his hand shot out and gripped your face before he leaned in and kissed your open mouth. Shoving his tongue into your mouth, he runs it along your teeth, slips it around your tongue, and dips it into the inside of your cheek. The kiss is sloppy, wet, and full of unwavering passion as you two moan into each other's mouth. As the kissing continues you feel Robert begin to pull back, guiding you back up to the bed until you find yourself laying with your head on the pillow, his body over top of yours caging you in. His hands begin to roam your body as he trails his kisses over your face and down your jaw before he starts nibbling on your ear. You feel yourself clench around nothing as you wrap your legs around his body, locking him in place.

"Fuck dear, you did so good for me... such a good girl" He begins to suck on one of the sensitive spots on your neck, marking you as his. "I don't know how I deserve you..." the hands that paw at you slip under your body and pulls the zipper of your dress down. You arch your back to give him better access as your own hands begin to unbutton his shirt. He pulls away for a moment and a whine falls from your lips. "Oh hush dear, I'll give you what you want" He states before he gathers the hem of your dress again and pushes it up and off of your body.

He takes a moment to sit back on his heels and admire you. A praising sigh leaves him as he looks down at you, disheveled and wanting, your lips swollen from shared kisses. He pushes his own shirt off and throws it to the side. "Look at you, this is where you belong." He unbuckles his belt and removes it with impressive speed. "You shouldn't be working or forced to entertain the minds of men far below us" He delivers open mouth kisses to the tops of your breasts as he unclasps your bra and flings it to the side. "You should just stay right here, in our bed so that I can ravish and pamper you at any given moment"

He leaves the bed to stand and remove his remaining clothes, pushing his pants down, his underwear coming with it as his cock springs free before he is on you once again. He leaves a trail of kisses down your chest and stomach before stopping at the top of your panties. He looks up at you with admiration and desire as he hooks his fingers in your underwear and slowly drags them down your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs as he goes. He lays on his stomach, head between your legs as he breaks his eyecontact with you to stare at your wet heat, he let's out a guttural moan.

"Oh God, is this what I do to you?" He uses both is thumbs to spread your folds and present yourself to him before leaning forward and placing a big, open mouth kiss to your exposed hole. He hums pleasantly at the taste of you, the vibrations going straight to your core, before he pulls back to lick his lips clean. "Fucking perfect" he growls before diving back in. Your legs lock around his head and your back arches off the bed against your will as he eats you out like a man starved. Deep moans leave you as your hand finds his head, gripping his hair as he alternates from sucking your clit and tonguing your hole. As he latches onto your clit again he tries a new approach, sucking your clit while swirling his tongue around it in circles as he pushes two fingers into you. Your stomach clenches at your incoming orgasm, even more sensitive due to the previous punishment and teasing.

"F-fuck Robert, I'm gonna -"

"Yes, do it, come on my face," He mumbles into you, his voice muffled as he continues pleasuring you.

Your toes curl from pleasure as tears fall from your eyes once again, pleasure overcoming you as you are finally pushed over the edge. A loud moan escapes the back of your throat.

Robert desperately drinks you up, embarrassingly wet slirping noises and his moans are all you can hear as you come down from your high. You weakly push on his head to signal you are too sensitive, and he pulls back to look up at you. He leaves wet kisses in his wake as he crawls up your body.

Your eyelids feel heavy, and you close your eye, relishing in the afterglow only for your eyes to be shot open at the feeling of his fingers entering you once again. His fingers pump in and out of you as a cry leaves you at the overstimulation. "Not quite done just yet dear, you still have to take my cock" You whine more as he removes his fingers and drags the tip of his cock along your folds, brushing against your sensitive clit before pushing into you in one go. Your walls are slick from the previous activities.

He lets out a low moan upon entering you, and his head falls into the crevice of your neck, overwhelmed at the feeling of you gripping him. He wraps one of his arms around your back as the other hoists your leg up further before he begins pumping into you. His thrusts are deep, passionate, hard, and precise, hitting that sweetspot inside of you over and over again. Your legs lock around him once again as you have no choice but to take what he is giving you, your body fully surrendering to the pleasure he is giving you. All that can be heard in the room are both your loud moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. You are hot and overwhelmed with pleasure and begin digging your nails into his back as you feel your orgasm fast approaching, when suddenly you feel his hand snake between your bodies to rub your clit. Your orgasm surprises you and you come crashing down with a loud howl, and at the same time you feel Robert meeting his own end as his cum fills you. After a few final, short pumps, Robert finally steadies himself and collapses on top of you. His body weight is a comfort, grounding you as you run your hands up and down his back.

You both lay there quietly for a moment before Robert slowly and reluctantly pushes himself off of you and removes himself from you, a sigh falling from both your lips. When he speaks to you, he is out of breath and panting still. "Fuck love... that was amazing" He kisses your forehead and temple. "You did such a good job...mmh so proud of you" He kisses you lips once again, much softer this time as he gently cups the side of your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"Let me get us some water and a washcloth, hm?" He speaks to you gently, and you nod in response, not trusting your voice. As he leaves the bed to get the supplies, he lifts your hand to his mouth to kiss you knuckles in thanks and appreciation before entering the bathroom. You can hear the water running as you come down from the high, exaution overtaking your body as your eyelids fall heavy again.

When he returns, he gently wipes your entrance, cleaning it from the cum that continues to seep out of you, before he helps you sit up a bit and brings the water to your mouth, you drink from the glass greedily. "Slow down dear, I won't take it from you," He jests. You listen to him and drink slower.

When the glass is finished, he puts it on the bedside table, turns off the lights, and helps the two of you under the covers. You lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead again. After a couple of minutes to relax, he speaks again, his voice almost a whisper. "How did you find it?... the scene, the..." and for once, he is the one feeling embarrassed. He must have been thinking about asking you to do this for quite some time now. You let out a pleasant hum before answering.

"It was good... I liked it"

"You did?" He seems almost surprised, looking down at you to see if you are lying.

"Yes baby, now let's sleep..." You whisper, eyes already shut as you prepare for sleep to take you.

It's quiet again in the room, the distant sounds of Vegas the only thing you can hear as he pulls you closer to his body and delivers a final kiss you your temple.

"Goodnight dear" He speaks in a hushed tone.

"Goodnight baby"

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Isn't it kinda funny that the first fanfic I ever wrote was a smutty Mr. House fic where he uses you as a human ashtray... anyways, have a new appreciation for fanfic writers, this was three days of writing i think a total of 8 hours. Apologies for any Grammer or spelling issues its not my strong suit. Also open to any constructive feedback but please don't be mean to me I'll cry I hope you enjoy <3

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everydayyoulovemeless · 2 months

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How about the Fallout 4 robots meeting the robots from New Vegas?? owo

Fallout 4 Robots Meeting New Vegas Robots

➼ Word Count » 1.6k ➼ Warnings » Slightly suggestive (fisto) ➼ Genre » Platonic ➼ A/N » This takes place in the Mojave cause it'd be hard for a lot of the bots from nv to move across the country

Codsworth finds Victor to be quite the character. The moment he saw him and the amount of dust he tracked behind him, he immediately decided that he should step in and help clean him off. If it left any impression on the butler, then it was that RobCo didn't have the same prestige as General Atomics had.

Victor didn't care as much as Codsworth did about the mud and grime that clung to him, but he didn't stop him from wiping his screen down.

When Codsworth happened to meet Mr. House himself, he made sure to snarkily bring up how his company seems to be 'letting itself go'. Mr. House mostly just ignored him, assuming that that was just how he was programmed to be, but he's definitely not allowed in the Lucky 38 anymore out of fear that he'll find it dirty.

Another thing that gets Codsworth itching to grab a bottle of Windex is when he's introduced to Rex. The poor mutt! Not only is he covered in sand, but that awful paint job on his side! Dear God, if he doesn't get the poor dog washed off instantly he fears he might break down!

However, after he's done scrubbing him down, he decides he finds Rex to be quite the creature and would gift him one of the Jangles plushies that Sole doesn't stop flooding his inventory with. He'll certainly find it more endearing than he does.

If there's anyone Codsworth feels understands him most, it's Yes Man. At least he's inclined to sweep every now and then. The two actually get along quite well with how sarcastic and passive-aggressive they can come across as, as well as they're desire to be helpful in any way possible.

Codsworth thinks he's an absolute hoot and couldn't think of a better way to spend his afternoon than gossiping with the optimistic bot.

Curie drops everything when she spots Rex off in the distance. What a scientific marvel he is! She's never seen anything like him before and will take plenty of notes to see if she can't upgrade Dogmeat in the same way when she gets back home.

Rex also happens to be really fond of Curie (mainly because she gives him attention) because of how much better she makes him feel. Who knew he had so many broken parts? And without even realizing it? It's a good thing she came along when she did!

In fact, there are a lot of people who are fond of Curie. One of the main ones being Muggy. Her kind and gentle aura is something he never realized he was missing in his day-to-day life and he will beg her on bended knee to take him with her. He can't stand being with the Think Tank any longer! Please!

The Think Tank couldn't care less if Muggy went with her or not, they just want her out.

They can't stand how naive Curie is. She's clueless! And impossible to talk to! Not to mention how eager she is to put her grimy, wastelander hands on everything.

So, Curie leaves the wonders of Big MT with her strange, new friend to finally go and visit the place she came here for in the first place - Vegas. But she very quickly loses sight of the extravagant place around her when she meets Yes Man.

The two couldn't possibly be more of a perfect match and, although Curie can't ever pick up on Yes Man's sarcasm, and Yes Man can't do anything else but shrug at the scientific terms Curie spits out, they still seem to agree on most things.

They're both so kind to one another and have that same sort of curiosity about a world they've been sheltered from for so long, that they hardly leave each other's sides.

Nick feels a tinge of guilt when he sees Rex running toward him. Even though he's never lived it, he has memories of opening up the morning paper and reading about the reconstruction happening on the West Coast police dogs to make them look how he does. At least he seems happy though, right? Can't be mad at that. He'll scratch him on the head and smile a bit when Rex sits and tilts his head in recognition of his occupation as a detective, and he finds his instinct admirable when it comes to spotting danger, but there's something about the dog that makes him feel a bit off.

On the other hand, Nick can't get enough of Victor. The two will go out and shoot cans all day before returning to some saloon or bar and sharing stories from their time spent out in the wasteland. They're like brothers, just born from opposite sides of the country.

At some point, Nick had found himself tied up in another case while in Freeside and it led him right to where Fisto was stashed. He couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle and a sigh when the bot started offering his 'services', and Nick left as quickly as he arrived, deciding that he didn't want to be involved.

One thing he did get involved in, however, was the little Securitron Curie brought back from outta nowhere. How could he hate a robot who found some kind of... joy? when he cleaned mugs? Muggy warmed up fast to the caffeine-addict human Nick must've once been, as his synth counterpart can't help but down a few cups every morning, despite not ever feeling tired.

X6-88 finds Mr. House to be quite the spectacle. He actually really likes him and wishes to bring his ideas and plans back to the Insitute to try and do those same tactics on the Commonwealth.

Since Mr. House had gone to CIT before the war, X6-88 considers him to be a founder of sorts and has much respect for him and the work he's done in the Mojave.

On the other hand, he finds Victor's happy-go-lucky attitude to be annoying. Even if he were invented by House himself, he can't help but sigh whenever he hears him rolling over to him. He talks way too much and remembers way too little for him to be considered as anything but an inconvenience. He tries to avoid him at all costs if he can help it.

One Securitron that X6 does seem to like, however, is Yes Man. Although he's disappointed that he wasn't what House had originally intended him to be and was made from some dirty wastelander instead, he still finds his attitude and overall composure to be incredibly helpful. If only he were in more... responsible hands, then he could really be doing great things in terms of rebuilding the Mojave.

Yes Man almost envies how pessimistic and emotionless X6 comes off as. A part of him wishes he could express emotions on that side of the spectrum as well, but he supposes he's much more likable with a positive outlook instead.

However, if there's any part of the Mojave that X6-88 thinks could be useful for the Institute, it's all the tech stashed away in Big MT. He's not particularly fond of the Think Tank at all, and could only probably take a few hours of them bickering, but all the information they have with them is enough of a reason for X6-88 to want to kidnap them and bring them back to the Commonwealth to interview them further.

They, of course, make it impossible for him to successfully take them with him since they're all too paranoid to properly be teleported back and he quickly decides to just give up and go back to the Lucky 38.

DiMA likes to debate and challenge Mr. House on his political ideals and, as much as he loves the exercise, he's not fond of how accusatory DiMA can get. Not to mention how easily he seems to get people to rally behind him, so he gets locked out of the Lucky 38 pretty quickly if not Vegas entirely.

DiMA doesn't mind though, he wasn't a big fan of the flashy lights and large crowds anyway. Besides, Freeside is full of such interesting people, that he can't help but prefer it over the city. One of those people being Fisto.

When Nick approached him later one day and told him about his encounter in one of the back alleys, DiMA found himself... concerned, to say the least. And slightly curious.

What kind of robot must one be to be active in such a way? It's strange in any manner, and he was quite intrigued to meet him. However, he was disappointed when he found out he was a Protectron that had only automated messages. How disappointing...

Vegas was fun and all, but DiMA quickly found that he was being called for elsewhere... as he was messing around with one of the radios, he got ahold of the Mysterious Broadcast and disappeared to Big MT.

The scientists, like the other two who visited, were not happy. Especially since DiMA knows what he's doing when it comes to technology.

When he starts messing with Dr. 0's robots and reading through all sorts of Klein's legal documents they decide to ban him from their corner of the Mojave. They may even shut their satellite down altogether because?? they've got the worst types of people entering their lab.

He's honestly going to be the reason everyone has to leave back to the commonwealth. No one wants blud around.

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