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colossal-fallout · 1 year

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Paladin Danse 11 & 9 for fem!Reader please!

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11 - Praise Kink & 9 - Hotel

Warnings ⚠️ Smut. NSFW.

Danse flicks his eyes up to the sky, the orange glow of twilight quietly seeping into the blue was a sure sign it was starting to get late. Sweat beaded on his furrowed brow, knowing where he was and where the nearest hotel was, he was not impressed in the slightest.

Elder Maxson has ordered the two of you to clear out the super mutants that had claimed their home upon a major supply line running between Diamond City and ...Goodneighbour. Cringing at the thought, he glanced his deep eyes in your direction as you finished off the last abomination with ease. He mulled over ideas in his head, but no, the safest option would be to head into that town that reeks of garbage and is full of ghouls.

"Well done." His head nods with approval as you strut towards him casually, your beautiful form being tightly hugged by your Brotherhood uniform. "Its getting late. We should turn in, to the nearest settlement."

"Right." You nod in agreement, slightly out of breath from your killing spree. You begin taking in your surroundings. "Hotel Rexford it is."

You notice Dance is stiff lipped the entire time, from when you see the flashing neon sign to checking into the ancient hotel. You know he tries. Tries his damned hardest. But he's had years of conditioning, he's conditioned to hate any and all ghouls. Any synthetic human and anything deemed "unclean". Its going to take time, education and patience to get him to accept, not only those different from yourselves, but your friends too. Nick. Hancock. Heck, even Strong has been growing on you recently.

You place your weapons down on top of the clothes chest once you reach the room, the sound of Danse clanking behind you, stopping as he closes the door, the hydronic hiss of his power armour opening up to give him freedom from his metal body.

You don't even have time to turn around when you feel his hands snake around your waist and up to your breasts, his deep panting hot in your ear.

"I've been waiting for this all day..." He mumbles into your neck as his lips close in, his tongue tasting your flesh.

Your body instantly heats up.

When you first started being romantic with the paladin, he was like a lost little boy. He had no idea how to act or what to do.

But now?

Now?

Now, he's had a taste. It fuelled an appetite. A deep, primal hunger where it was impossible to keep his hands off you. Danse is a greedy man when it comes to your body. He loves you for many reasons but sexually, nothing turns him on more than knowing how perfect you are. You're untainted from radiation, being from the pre war era; you are the epitome of clean.

His fingers now pull down at the zip of your suit, his panting getting more heavy from each slow tearing sound.

You head almost spins as all your blood rushes quickly down to your sex, his solid barrel chest pressing against your back.

Back on the Prydwen, it was near impossible for the two of you to be intimate. It was always too busy. People in and out, needing your Paladin for certain tasks, permissions and paperwork. The Brotherhood never sleeps; there's always shift rotations to ensure there are plenty of tasks to be completed.

So you bet your bottom cap that when you were both deployed on a mission, you were both elated to spend some time alone, even if it meant waiting until the mission was done.

With a groan of impatience, Danse brings his left arm up over your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you, as his teeth grip his glove, pulling his skin free of any barrier between your now open suit and his hungry palms.

"You smell so good..." His moan into your neck rumbles you, his bare hand now in your suit and down your shirt, your breast being groped and rolled in his paw. You feel his monstrous hard cock pressing against your lower back, his hips rocking gently as he craves your friction. Danse's calloused fingers feel delightfully rough as he pulls on your nipple, his free hand now pulling down your suit, past your shoulders and to your waist. The same hand grabs your waist firmly, pulling you harder against his solid frame.

You're melting like butter at his affections, folding and collapsing into a haze of lust.

Danse isn't just lustful when he fucks you. He's so loving. He loves you, so much.

Your name escapes his lips in a fogged breath, your form trapped between the clothes chest and himself.

"D-Danse..." you stammer in reply, all control of yourself thrown out of the window.

"Gorgeous." He whispers as he spins you around. "So gorgeous..."

His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, invading, prodding and tasting. His brows are arched and desperate, his stubble rubbing against your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

Your suit falls from your waist to your ankles, and he doesn't waste any time picking you up out of your crumpled clothing on the floor, and sitting you upon the other chest.

He's starving for you, his kisses getting more urgent and his beautiful dark eyes becoming glazed with lust. His cock throbs painfully within his suit as your fingers run through his thick, obsidian hair.

"You're perfect... and you're all mine." He whispers with the same amount of authority he does with his soldiers.

Your back arches and you cry out loud when he suddenly moves his mouth down to your wet slit, his warm, textured tongue licking its length.

Your thighs lock him into place and your fingers grasp at his hair as his tongue relentlessly flicks over your clit, your hips rocking into him.

He hums into you, the vibration of his deep vocal chords only increasing the immense pleasure that's washing over you in waves.

His rough facial hair feels divine in contrast to the target of pleasure he's hitting with his tongue, over and over again.

"You're so good at that..." you hiss, legs trembling.

His eyes flick up and lock onto yours as he works you. You were the one who taught him, after all.

"Oh Danse..." you breathe, the sight of his chocolate eyes from between your legs only helping your building pleasure build up to that sweet snap.

He can't take much more.

He continues lapping you like a starved puppy and begins to unzip his orange jumpsuit, his muscular chest, broad shoulders and strong back coming into your view.

"D-danse... I... ah... oh..."

He smirks into you as your orgasm springs into life, your body tumbling down the rabbit hole of ecstacy and sin. It's been a good few weeks since your last, and this one was making up for lost time as your vision fades and eyes roll, exploding and yet imploding simultaneously.

"You deserve everything..." He pants gently as you slowly come back to life. His own lust has now totally taken over, revealing his bare kinks. His pupils are dilated as he gets to his feet, grabbing the base of his cock and pushing the head of it just in and put of your spasming, warm entrance.

"G-god..." He stammers at the feeling of you.

His free hand runs through your hair before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. At the same time, he pushes his full length into you, both groaning into the others mouth.

He begins to roll his hips in a slow, yet firm rhythm, gazing into your eyes behind his heavy lids. You're both so far gone, you don't even notice the clothes chest banging off the wall.

You see his bare back and ass in the broken mirror that was upon the opposite wall, your senses being overloaded with stimulation. The muscles moving under his skin with every thrust.

"You're my queen" He whispers into your ear, in-between nibbles of it. "Let me pleasure you. Let me fuck you, whenever you need it."

This was the only time he really cursed. And it was so hot.

You can only gasp in return, the relentless pushings of his dick taking away most of your cognitive abilities.

"My dick is yours to use, to sit on, whenever you'd like." He offers with a smirk, his lust taking him to a different level of his personality. One that was buried deep in his primal DNA.

"So, perfect. You're perfect, y/n..."

He suddenly picks you up, his cock still pulsing within your insides as he places you on the bed and crawls over you, your knees being pushed up to your head as he slides in even deeper.

"Look at those beautiful breasts bounce with my thrusts..." He pants, totally enamoured by you. "You're so soft, so precious, yet so strong... I... ahh..." His pace picks up as well as the strength of his movements. "So clean... so pure... Good girl. You feel so good for me. You milk my dick so good."

His lips find yours, his groans increasing in pitch and frequency.

"Use me at your will." He begs, his grip on your skin tightening. "Ride me whenever you want... I'm at your service. You deserve to be relieved URGH... whenever you need it... my beautiful, gorgeous... fuck, I'm going to cum."

His words cut short as his release is near, his hand grabbing your face.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes. Cum for me."

You were already so close but that pushed you.

"Good girl. That's my girl. Shhhhit."

You both cum, hard.

His grunts are melodic as he keeps pushing his thick cum as far as he can inside of you.

He peppers you with kisses, desperate and Still amazed sex can feel this good. He's so glad you introduced him to it, and he's even more happy to have you be the one he fucks.

#fallout 4 fic #fallout #paladin danse #fallout danse #fallout 4 danse #danse x sole survivor #fallout smut #fallout 4

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solesurvivorkat · 2 months

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Shadow of Steel ('Remastered' - 2.0!) - Chapter 1 - Kat123 - Fallout 4 [Archive of Our Own]

For anyone who might still be interested - with the 'Fallout' Amazon series coming out in April (can't wait! Hope they don't screw it up!), and having taken a chunk of time to settle into my new job and have a 'mental health break', I knew it was time to finally get the ball rolling on my 'redo' of my Fallout 4 fic, 'Shadow of Steel'.

I'm by no means a great writer - but there were little things that I wanted to tweak w/ my fic, and this is my chance to do so and finally take the story forward.

I've started posting the chapters from the beginning again. They're largely the same - save for a few grammatical fixes and a slightly different wording here or there. If you choose to skip any, the main story will basically be the same and you won't really miss anything. However - as I get into later chapters, I might change a few more details. Again - main story will be the same, but... well, I leave it up to you guys to do as you wish. Obviously I hope whatever 'fans' I have will continue to read it, but if not, I understand. I just want to get my story finally told (hopefully).

#fallout 4 #fallout #Shadow of Steel #fallout 4 fanfic #my fanfic #my fic #fallout 4 fic #ao3 #archive of our own #back in the saddle #Knight Nora Taylor #female sole survivor #sole survivor

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vaultdwellerfromthesouth · 4 months

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"Next person that asks me to shag is getting a well-placed kick, if you get my meaning."

Cait, from Fallout 4, and also one of the main characters of my fic At The Precipice Of Something New, which you can read on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad! Click for higher image quality.

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slaasherslut-side · 10 months

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Me playing Fallout 4 and Travis Miles does anything: 💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕

#i adore him hes so nervous #fallout 4 #travis miles #slaasher speaks #video games #fallout fic #fallout 4 fic

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callmewisteria · 4 months

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Something Remembered (At The Precipice Of Something New Chapter XXV)

With Amari and Nick, Nora is plunged into Kellogg's mind and memories? Travis, Scarlett, Rowdy, Cait, and Lissy go to rescue Vadim? An Institute Directorate meeting ends in a surprising decision made by Father and Dr. Madison Li? The Minutemen work with the people of the County Crossing while off to help several settlements in the area? Piper and MacCready run into another frustrating snag in the search to prove McDonough to be a synth and an Institute agent?

Things are bending and getting close to breaking. Read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!!

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 7 months

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Hi I’m just checking in to see how you are doing, as we haven’t heard from you in 2 months, hope you are doing okay!

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Hey! I'm doing good and I hope you're doing wonderfully, too! To tell you the absolute truth, I've just been ridiculously busy and I ran fresh out of motivation for reacts so I kinda disappeared and I'm sorry about that 😅💖 It gets hard to say when I'll be gone for a while because I never know when the motivation's going to hit or how long I'll be gone when I'm just taking a small break 😅😬

However, I am starting to do some requests for drabbles, so if any of y'all would be interested in requesting any of those, please refer to the pinned post on my @simwoman2002 blog (my main) and feel free to send in a platonic request from the pinned list for Nora + any of the Fallout girls 💖 I'll reply with a link to your requested fic where I post it on AO3 🥰

I really do appreciate you checking on me 💗💗💗 This fandom really is filled with some of the sweetest people that I've ever come into contact with across any fandom I've been in 🥰 Y'all are the best 🥺

#nora #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout companions #piper wright #cait #curie #fallout 4 fanfic #fallout 4 fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #platonic #female sole survivor #sole survivor #fallout

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vvalengogh · 10 months

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heyheyheyyyy… me and my bf are working together on a fic featuring my fo4 oc and his budding romance (as well as his struggles & healing thru the commonwealth) with hancock.

a quick summary: lecter d. longfellow, born resident of far harbor and adopted son of old longfellow, is taken to the commonwealth for a change of scenery to deal with the revelation that he is, in fact, a prototype synth himself; a cyborg between a gen 2 and gen 3 and falls in love with none other than john hancock.

all warnings needed for the fic are tagged! but to give you an idea, things that will be prominent throughout chapters are drug usage, alcohol abuse, and topics of death, among other similar topics.

you can give it a read here:

#corvid chatter #fo4 #fallout 4 #oc x canon #fanfic #hanlec #lecter d longfellow (oc)#fallout 4: so much more than a rat (fic)#fallout games #fo4 fic #fallout 4 fic #john hancock #hancock fo4 #hancock fallout 4

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gaqalesqua · 2 months

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Snuggled between the two biggest cosplayers in the Commonwealth, Nora enjoys their assistance with the weather.

#request #fanfiction #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfiction #Nora Pendleton #Nick Valentine #nick valentine x female sole survivor #nsft #fallout 4 fic #fallout 4 fanfic #female sole survivor #John Hancock #hancock #john hancock x female sole survivor

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oldworldwidgets · 10 months

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Summary:

Deacon's touch aversion haunts him with a vengeance. He begins to realize that something has to give.

join deacon and charmer as they trudge through the super duper mart and make lots of references to classic literature and cilantro. oh, and deacon almost gets himself and his partner mauled by a feral and then has to think about what he's done. teehee!

as always, the link above will take u to the newest chapter and this one will take you back to the beginning! <3

#fallout 4 #deacon #fallout #fo4 #deacon fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout companions #fallout 4 fanfic #fallout 4 fic #deacon fallout 4 fic #oldworld.fic

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littlemiss101 · 24 days

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when i offer you survival | ch 3

Unsurprisingly, being in battle has not changed since Nate was a soldier.

Adrenaline floods his system, sharpening his vision, cutting through the doubt and indecision. The only things he can do are move and fire, cranking the handle of the strange gun every change he gets.

“DOWN!” Cassanrda shouts, and Nate drops behind the little cover he’s got. Cass leans over and sticks him in the arm with a stimpack and depresses the plunger in one smooth motion; then without a word she’s back up and shooting. Her shotgun bucks as she takes down raider after raider, not even flinching as blood splatters against her face.

There’s a synergy to it. Not just him and Cass, but rather the battle as a whole, a call-and-response that he knows intimately. A raider fires and he moves, he fires and they duck, again and again until somebody lands a hit. Someone comes in swinging and Cass slams her gun into their face, cartilage cracking as their nose becomes concave.

The past and present overlap like film reels played simultaneously. Nate is in the Museum of Freedom, holding Nora’s hand as they pass through the exhibits. Nate is on the ground in Anchorage, battle raging around him as his commanding officer shouts increasingly desperate orders. Nate is scrambling for ammunition while Cass lays down cover, bullets shattering the hardwood floor beneath them. The images converge and reflect in his minds eye; Chinese soldiers where raiders should be, his wife’s laughter echoing in the sound of gunfire.

“Oh, shit ,” Cass says, and the world rattles back into focus.

read the rest on ao3

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #fo4 #nate williams #ranger tequila #fallout fic #fallout 4 fic #fallout fanfiction #preston garvey #101.fic

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sparrowsingsstories · 4 months

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For @bokatan - the section of Fly Away Little Bird that first mentions Reed. I am thinking there will be at least one more section...maybe two...or four...during the BOS section. We'll see!

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“You look like shit.”

“You broke two finger. Punch like little kid.”

“What do you know about punching?”

“More'n you. Raf taught.”

Sean and Emma stared at each other and then grinned. He had put her on the bottom bunk and it smelled like him and made her want to cuddle the pillow. Which wouldn't be wise with her arm wrapped and strapped with metal that bent at the elbow and held her bones still. And she didn't even want to think about trying to curl up with her sore ribs.

“If you could punch, why didn't you?”

“Knew somebody come. In airport. BOS evry'where. Can't spit not hit one.”

Sean chuckled. “True. Nobody noticed at first because it was so quiet an attack, but the first one there was some guard named Reed. His dog got a good bite on the guy who was punching you the most. Big fella, Reed and his dog, but that's besides the point.”

“How you hurt self?”

“Cause I then punched that ass who was hurting you. The punched another guy. But it was at a bad angle.”

Sean's right hand had two fingers in little braces and were wrapped. He frowned at his wrapped hand. “How am I supposed to thank Reed properly if my hand is like this? This is my good hand.”

“Use mouth?”

“Emma!” Sean gasped, injured hand patting at his chest like he was some old lady. “I am so proud of you!”

He wiped a tear from his face.

“You such smart ass.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah. Do. Love lots. You friend. You brother. Would not want be here if no Sean.”

Sean sat down on the bottom bunk and leaned back, pulling her gently against his side. It was cramped, but she didn't care. She pressed against Sean's side and closed her eyes. Maybe he'd let her sleep like this for just a little bit.

Just…just a little bit…

He held her all night.

#Sparrow “Emma” Williams #Reed #Sean Kennedy #Fly Away Little Bird #Fallout 4 fic #Fallout 4 ocs

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solesurvivorkat · 5 months

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...I'm up to chapter 7 in the 'Shadow of Steel' 'cleanup' so far. Hoping to release the updates in 10-chapter-groups. Wanted to have more done, but things have been tough @ home w/ my son & behavior @ school. Between that & work, I've been pretty mentally/emotionally exhausted lately.

They are coming, I promise. I will get there.

#shadow of steel #my fanfic #fallout 4 fanfic #my fic #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fic #spectrum mom #one day at a time #life is heavy sometimes #so tired

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ntzsche9 · 4 months

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Find the Vibe Tag

Thanks for the tag, @i-can-even-burn-salad

My tag: Perhaps this was a bad idea

Open tag for: Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons

Random chunk of banter featuring some of my Fallout OCs, back when Lafayette had a very toxic boyfriend (but this was early enough in the relationship no one figured that out yet.) Set in Fallout 4's Boston area.

"Holy shit! Are you good!?" Mateo asked as he crouched by Lafayette's sprawled, battered body. His voice was just barely more astonished than amused, and he jammed a stimpack into his thigh without a warning. Not that Lafayette would have benefited from one - his ears rang loudly, and three versions of the pretty brown-skinned man swam in front of him as he tried to sit up. The needle in his thigh barely hurt compared to everywhere else.

"M'good," he lied, his voice slurred.

"Christ!" Mateo huffed, sitting heavily beside him. He smacked dust off his jeans and laughed. "You are insane!"

Lafayette grunted as he sat up, touching his head in all the aching spots, making sure they weren't actual dents or lumps and checking his fingertips for blood.

"I told you, didn't I?" Mateo continued as Lafayette's eyes finally focused on him. "I told you! You heard me, right!?"

"Uh, yeah?" Lafayette had been showing off again, and now he felt foolish. He really needed to stop doing that. More often than not, it didn't go as he wanted.

"I said, 'Wait Lafayette, there are landmines on that bridge.' But you just.. took off! Why the hell did you think the super mutants weren't coming across already?" Mateo mocked, bobbing his head and gesturing wildly.

"Hey but.. I got 'em."

"It's like I have a dumbass dog. You see a target and you just run at it," he continued, pausing only to gulp down half of a bottle of water. He licked his lips and looked over the lanky man beside him, scoffed, and dumped the rest out on his leg where the fabric was burnt off around a slowly healing wound. "Here's some water for that burn, you dipshit."

"Yeah thanks," Lafayette replied dryly. He laid back on the crumbled pavement again, more winded than injured now as the stimpack knotted a dozen or so relatively shallow cuts and burns back together.

"I swear I saw your leg get blown off," Mateo marveled. Then he abruptly scowled. "Shit, that was my last stimpack."

"You hurt?"

"No. I'm not an idiot."

"Or? No, because I did all the hard work for you." Lafayette grinned when Mateo gave a rueful chuckle. Then his expression fell. "Wait. I specifically remember you saying to rush along the wall."

"You're concussed."

"No, no, you told me to go and you pointed along the wall."

"Ok but not through the mines!"

"What did you expect me to do, float!?"

"Fuck me for thinking you would know how to handle them, huh? I'm putting you on a leash next time."

#writeblr #my writing #tag game #fallout fic #wip #writing scraps #ntzsche misc #ntzsche Lafayette #fallout oc #fallout 4 fic

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