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aestrayla · 4 months

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cherries or peaches? ft. obey me! brothers

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! brothers x f!reader

cw: highly suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (darling, sweetheart), fondling, groping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry for some of them being so short, it was actually kind of challenging trying to elaborate on the ideas rather than just plainly stating them out as they are, but i hope u still enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them ^^ also, don't mind my shitty humour in the last two + i haven’t written for most of these characters before so they might sound off idk??

at first, it was hard to tell whether lucifer preferred ass or boobs.

he would always reply to you with a, "i prefer them both, equally," or a, "why should i choose when i can like them both?"

it drove you crazy because you clearly asked him to choose either one or the other. he was always dodging the question and at some point, you even got the brothers in on this, some bets were made too.

"it's obvious he likes ass more, have you seen the way he looks at y/n when they're wearing that skirt he bought for them?"

"nah he totally like boobs more, he can't keep his eyes off ‘em whenever they're wearin' a tight shirt!"

soon you started to take these signs into account, wearing much more revealing things to try and catch a reaction out of him, but to your demise, he never seemed to crack.

after weeks of bet-making and skin-revealing lucifer had finally had enough. the two of you were both lying in bed, facing one another while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"y/n," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed in response.

"isn't it obvious i like these better?"

he pulled himself closer to you as his face buried against your chest. oh you thought. he had always found comfort sleeping against you like this, his head stuffed between your boobs while his arms wrapped around you tightly, that it became natural and you had almost forgot he did it.

"shit— you should've told me earlier! now we've all lost our bets to mammon!" you whined.

you could hear his muffled chuckles vibrate against your body as you wrapped your arms around his head, squeezing him closer.

mammon is 100% an ass-loving guy, no questions asked.

with mammon, no matter what you're doing, what you're wearing, where you are, or who you're with, he just loves touching you all the damn time.

whether you're walking through the halls of RAD to your next class or taking a stroll through the devildom while window shopping, he won't hesitate to sneak his hands up your skirt to feel your plump ass.

"mammon stop, we're in public!" you glare as you swat his hands away.

"’m sorry can't help it, just gotta have my hands all over ya!"

oh well, maybe next time he’d be lucky enough to sneak his hands further down your skirt and— who knows, you might just find yourself begging him for more.

and if it's just the two of you in your own company, you'll always find that his hands like to slip past the waistband of your panties just to lay onto your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing at the plump flesh. always smiling in delight as you squirm under his carnal touch.

as much as you like to complain, he always swears that "it's just comfortable!" or "my hands were just cold!"

there is no doubt in my mind that leviathan wouldn't be on team cherries.

he always lets you sit on his lap whenever he's grinding a video game or on an anime-watching marathon. a recent occurrence you've taken note of is that, almost as if it's a reflex, he'll always end up having a hand or two resting on your boobs, casually squeezing at it as if he owns the thing.

"you must be real comfortable there, levi." you teased, motioning to where his hand laid.

"huh— OH! um, I-I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he shot his hands up in defense. "it's just really soft… and warm... I'm sorry y/n." his face was bright red.

"it's fine, i was just teasing you, silly!"

there was also a time where you scolded levi for owning one of those mouse pads where ruri-chan’s the characters boobs would be squishy.

in desperate need to make it up to you, he custom ordered a version with you on it, only because he swears out of all his waifus, you're his absolute favourite.

it was a rainy night, and in the comfort of the library beside a crackling fireplace, you were messing around on your d.d.d while satan was next to you, reading what you assumed to be a mystery book.

"hey satan?" you put your d.d.d down for a moment, turning to look at him.

"hm?" he hummed, while keeping his eyes glued to the page.

"do you prefer ass or boobs?"

he pauses to look up at you and closes his book, placing it beside him, all while sighing.

"what does it look like i prefer?" he deadpans.

you break his eye contact as you look down to see his left hand buried under your sweater, which was fondling with your boob this entire time.

"so... boobs?"

he replies while picking his book up again, "yes darling, don't ask such foolish questions."

asmo loves boobs. your boobs to be specific.

don't blame him, your boobs are just so pretty and he loves pretty things.

the way they sit when you're wearing a low-cut garment, or the way they shine when you're having a bubble bath together. he loves it all.

as you know, asmo loves pampering you and surprises you with random gifts whenever he finds something that he'd love to see you in.

one night as he's doing your hair after a bath, he suddenly remembers something and stands to walk to his closet.

"the other day when i was shopping at majolish, i found this super pretty bra i thought you'd look just gorgeous in!" he approaches you with a box wrapped neatly with a ribbon.

as you open the box, you set your eyes on a beautiful red laced bra.

"are you sure i'd look good in this?"

"you look perfect in everything sweetheart, you know i’d never lie about that."

he's always buying you pretty things to wear, and trust me when i say, this definitely isn’t the first bra he's ever gotten you.

beel could not care less about choosing between your ass or boobs. they're both squishy and feel nice in his hands so it didn't really matter to him. well, not until today.

getting up from the edge of the bed and turning your heel to face him, you asked, "did you know a new cafe opened up in the devildom recently?"

"really? what food do they sell there?" he asked, his eyes looked as if there were stars in them.

"well apparently their cakes are a specialty, they're pretty popular for it."

"cake?" he drooled, "i love cake! hey we should go to the cafe right now, i'm starving." he sat up from the edge of the bed, drooling like a puppy dog.

little did he know, you decided to be a little jokester today.

"oh you're starving right now? then here," you turn around, bending over.

"what are you doing y/n?"

you turn your head back to look at his confused expression, "you said you were starving right? the cake's right here," you pointed to your ass.

he stares at you for a moment. then at your ass. then back at you again.

"so there's no cafe, is there?" he wipes his drool away with the back of his hand.

"nope. but there sure is cake," you smile cheekily while shuffling closer.

he sighs while grabbing ahold of your thighs, dragging you just inches away from his lips, "you're lucky i like this kind of cake too."

as long as he can sleep on them, belphie will like them no matter what. so when it comes to choosing between your ass or boobs, it can be a hard decision just to choose one.

belphie's "sleepability" criteria is: soft, warm and comfortable; and your boobs and ass were equal competition.

he sighs, "if i have to choose one over the other, i'd rather sleep on your ass all day" his reasoning being because your ass has more of an "even surface" compared to your boobs.

if you're ever just lounging around the house of lamentation, on your stomach specifically, within seconds you'll feel belphie's arms wrap around your legs while he lays his head onto you.

its crazy how instantly he falls asleep on you. he'd stay like that forever if you didn't have to get up to pee or because your legs fall numb.

"c'mon belphie, i needa pee so bad!" you squirm.

"mmmphh," he grumbles, half-asleep, while hugging onto your legs even tighter.

"hurry up or i'll fart on your face!" you threaten him jokingly.

"OKAY, OKAY!" he shoots up from his position and is scrambling to the edge of the bed. you laugh in response because it works every time.

"and i was having a good dream too!" he scowled, while rubbing his left eye from sleep.

lmk if u guys want a part two ft. the datables!

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 8 months

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since you want incest stories, i got one! andy barber remarried and has a step daughter who doesn't listen on what he says and wears slightly revealing clothes. so he decided to punish her for it

Andy's Reward

The mirror fogs up in your parents bathroom, air humid as hell from the showers hot water. The temperature rises, makes your wet, smooth cocoa brown skin warm to the touch. The steam billows from underneath the closed door like a thick mist but your oblivious to it all as you spread your legs wider on the shower floor, shower head aimed between your legs.

The water shoots out in firm streams colliding against your sensitivite clit and you have to bite your bottom lip hard to prevent from moaning aloud. It feels too fucking good, makes your head thump back against the wall of the shower as you move the shower head left to right slowly. Your brown and caramel ombre braids get a bit wet as you lose yourself in the sensations between your legs.

Your pussy flutters, the empty feeling in your core making your mind drift to the only man you wanna fuck. Your step father's face swims in you're mind making you shiver. Fuck, what would he do if he could see you now? Maybe slip his hands into his pants to stroke his girth as he listened to your soft moans. Would he scold you for being such a little slut for him? You fuckin hope so.

"Haaaaah, oooh fuck.. ah, ahaa shit.. Mmmmm.."

The throbbing below intensifies as you imagine him doing just that; has small gasps swimmin up your throat as you try and fail to stay silent. You really don't care if Andy hears you, fuckin want him to so damn much. But you don't think you could look your hardass mom in the eye ever again if she did. Since your not sure if shes left for the day yet, you try your hardest to keep quiet as you think about ya mother's fine ass husband.

It's sending you straight to the heavens visualizing Andy standing over you, dick tenting in his suit, as he spanks your ass unforgivingly. He'd stare, gorgeous blue eyes raking over you with intense desire, licking at his sensual pink lips as his hands roamed every inch of your young body. What you really wanna feel is the sting of his punishment, have the palm of his hand printed on your ass for days.

It's no use trying to stave off your orgasm anymore, the bubbling beating building as you switch to spray quick small circles on your clit. You pulsate intensely as you daydream of your step dad sticking his clothed dick between your firm brown ass cheeks as his big hands paints them red.

Andy doesnt usually speak in your minds eye, so it completely throws you off track when you hear a knock coupled with his sexy commanding tone speaking on the other side of the door.

"Hey, I really needa shower. You've been in there over an hour, honey. Gotta finish up now sweetheart, its my turn."

It's impossible to comprehend what he says through the pounding in your ears, only know his voice is the extra little push you need to gush all over the shower floor. You throw caution out the window and let your agonized moans out into the air freely. Your hips hump upwards repeatedly, wishin to God Andy would come in to assist you. You don't meant squeal his name, your sounds uncontrollable as you move the shower head closer to pussy.

"Uh, uh! Oh! Andyyyyyy! Ohfuckfuck, feelsoooogood! F-fuh! AH!! Uh, Daddyyyy!"

Your orgasm amplifies, noisy unauthorized pleas for Andy to do any and everything to you slip out knowing he's just on the other side of the door. Was he listening? Maybe touching and groping his big dick through his black jogging pants; they're your fave ones that leave nothing to the imagination. Fuck, maybe he pulled his cock out for a stroke after listening to you whine his name.

When you're finally done cumming you realize how quiet it is outside the bathroom door. It's undeniable that he heard you, knows you were thinking of him as you played with your little puss in his shower. You can't help but to be a little apprehensive as you stand, shut off the shower and step out to dry off.

When you finish and open the door you step into your parents empty bedroom, a lavender towel slung around your damp body. Andy is nowhere in sight. You do however see the time on your mothers blinking alarm clock and race to your bedroom. Clothes already laid out on your bed, you hastily rub on your favorite lotion and get dressed. After fixing the part in your hair, you take a glance out your bedroom window from the second floor.

Your mom's small black Mercedes sits in the driveway, Andy's suv is missing from its usually spot parallel from hers. SHIT! You had hoped she was outta the house already. Would Andy tell her what he just witnessed? Well he could try but your mother hardly ever gave him more than 5 minutes of her time. Made you wonder if she wasn't getting attention from him, then who?

You just dont understand how your she's able to stay away away from her smart, handsome new husband. Only married for 6 months, she spends her time with anyone, anywhere else. As a young adult, it been like a decade since you wanted to be attached to your mother's hip so on some level you were happy she stayed gone and away from the house. (This just meant Daddy was left home all alone, perfectly wrapped gift just for you.)

And when she was home, she constantly complained about him wanting to spend time with her. You know for a fact they haven't fucked since their honeymoon months ago. It was baffling considering you'd be honored to sit on the man's dick, be his perfect little hole to fuck into at the drop of a pin.

Grabbing your backpack, you bound down the stairs, taking two at a time. Your tits and ass flop up and down wildly, the ripped, black denim booty shorts and sheer, thin, too small spaghetti strap doing nothing to help contain them.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen, expecting the worst, you see Andy there alone. He's bent over the counter with back to you, scrolling on his phone. Your mother's thankfully nowhere in sight, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your shoulders lower a bit, some of the tension in your body leaving you. Opening the fridge door, you loudly announcing your presence.

The noise makes Andy's back straighten immediately, standing at his full height refusing to face you. You break the awkward silence after taking a swig of juice from the carton and setting it back on the shelf.

"Where's mom?" Closing the door to the fridge you lean against its and stare at his backside.

"She's, uh.. She's already gone for the day. Let her use my truck.." He is voice trails off like that's the last thing on his mind.

"Surprise, surprise." Sarcam laces your tone as your eyes travel up and down Andy's figure.

He's still wearing his navy blue muscle shirt and black jogging pants from his run. A light perspiration still covered his athletic frame; must be why he needed a shower. Makes his skin glisten and you're instantly a bit jealous you didn't get a front row seat to see him work up that sweat; witness for yourself how his chubby dick looked swingin while he worked out.

The defined muscles in his shoulders and back look stiff as a board. He stands stagnant against the counter. You wish you could see his eyes; really wanted know what the hell he was thinking. Was he mad? Maybe horny? Lord knows you are. It's hard to ignore your weepy little puss dripping straight into your shorts since you skipped out on panties today.

"Look," Andy begins, finally turning to face you.

He stops dead in his tracks once he sees your outfit. Can almost see your dark nipples in your damn near see through shirt. If you could call that a shirt. It's more like a scrap of cloth, barely covering your voluptuous breasts. And your shorts are no better; the outline of your little pussy lips peek out at him through the fabric. Andy can only imagine what the fuck you look like from the back.

His cheeks heat up, but not from embarrassment. He's fuckin pissed! First he catches you playin with yourself when your motherly could have easily returned and done the same. You moaned his name like his own personal floozy while cumming, then skip in here like nothing fuckin happened. Him turning around to see you dressed like a build-a-whore is icing on the cake.

"What. The fuck. Are you wearing.." Andy speaks through clenched teeth as he continues to assess your outfit.

His 180 from normal to enraged gives you whiplash. It kinda scares you a bit. His tone prevents you from answering right away, afraid to say the wrong thing to your furious step father. He glares at your scantily clothed body as your moans from the shower play on loop in his head.

"Andy, I-" your quick to silence yourself as he stomps your way angrily.

The stiff bobbing tent in his pants catches your attention immediately as he slips his cell in his pocket. He backs you up into the fridge, large palms laying flat on each side of your head. His strong athletic build and brawny arms cage you into place as he presses his rigid dick against you. It's so hot and hard that you gasp aloud. Your eyes involuntarily dart down to Andy's twitching bulge protruding from his pants, before snapping them back to his as he starts to speak.

"I don't know what the fuck has gotten in to you today but I've had enough. Normally I'm good with your bratty ass behavior. From you're bad ass not so secretly starin at my dick in front of your mother or purposefully fuckin rubbin against me when I let you sit in my lap. But today you've gone too God damn far. Naked. NOW."

The way he irrefutably snarls his demand has your pussy drooling as you think about if you should comply. He takes a small step back to give you space to undress, eye fucking you blatantly while he crosses his arms on his chest. There really isn't any room to decline or try to escape. Andy looks fuckin pissed; your not sure sure what he'd do to you if you tried. Your heart pounds in your chest as you think about if you wanna find out.

No, You stash that game away for another time as you strip outta your shirt. He's intently focused on every inch of you, especially the way your tits swing low as you bend to peel your shorts from your full figured hips. You step outta them and toss your clothes to the side as you put your naked body on display for Andy.

"You're so fuckin pretty, honey. So God damn perfect for me huh?" His tone softer this time.

He ogles you fixedly, appreciating the almost ethereal glow to your perfect brown skin. Fuckin fat 8" dick so intolerably taut, he unsheathes it and starts to pump. Stiff nipples stare back from perky plump round tits making him wanna wrap his lips around them, suck em to see what kind of pretty noises you would make.

And normally he would do that, get you nice and wet to take his large prick. Not today, not after your infuriating behavior. You were going to learn the kind of Daddy he was. And he's not the type to compensate mischievous behavior.

"Fuck you're gonna regret actin' up sweetheart. Seems like you needa reminder of whose really in charge. I'm gonna show you what I can do to a little bratty girl like you. So keep your mouth fuckin shut, be my good princess and I might just reward you."

Andy traces a finger down the sides of your pillowy soft breasts to your tummy. Doesn't stop till he gets to the wet stickness covering the inside of your thick chocolate thighs. He scoops at your arousal, takes a moment to groan and savor your taste as you softly tremble in anticipation. Fuck, you had an unbearable craving for him to lick up into your drippin pussy but your step father has other plans.

Andy bends at the knees, his strong solid forearms hooking behind your knees. When he stands you're spread wide over his angry lookin dick; the motion so flawlessly swift that you gasp. The head of his cock settles at your entrance and your drenched little puss starts to drip on him. You've never seen one so big and it makes you nervous as fuck. Will he fit?

He doesn't give you more than a second to ponder this before his hips buck into yours, skewering you with the tip of his wide dick. The stretch is fucking brutal; has your head thunking against the fridge door as you cry out. Your nails dig into his shoulder and you blankly stare at the ceiling above. Fuck, he's HUGE!

But your stepfather doesn't think your response is visceral enough. Plants his feet, aims for your soaked hole and bounces you on his dicks head. The muscles in his thigh strain as he uses gravity to help fuck you viciously. He's not even in halfway but your sobs are loud, y/e/c eyes tearing up as you push and whine at him frantically.

"Sweetheart, if you wanna keep fightin me, I can more than bet you Daddy can really give you somethin to fight me about." He warns you and wrecks you simultaneously.

Andy's doesn't give a damn, smiles proudly at his handiwork. He quickly pulls out only to slam back in, penetrateing your quivering walls with frenzied strokes. He's presses his pecs to your tits, can feel how your heart beat hammers in your heaving chest. The feeling of his warm breath tickles your ear. His palms are scalding on the top of your thighs as he forces the first few inches of his dick into you repeatedly while your wails fill the kitchen.

"A-And- pleeeease! Toomuch, itstoooobig! Hah! Andyyyyyy, pleasepleaseplease! Ohfuh- AH!"

Those pretty pleas are music to your stepfather's ears as he attempts to spear you further. Your pussy resists, clenching around him hard, seemingly trying to strangle his cock. The hold of your tortured little puss has him groaning his pleasure through clenched teeth as it prevents him access.

"Open up for Daddy- aaaahfuuuck!- lemme in, honeeeey."

Andy sharply shoves into you, his strong hips knock into yours roughly, the unintentional pushing on your throbbing clit leaving you to pant heavily. It's not enough to make you cum but it does compel your delicate walls to flutter rapidly, finally offering him the chance hastily probe deeper. His breath puffs out triumphantly as he finally gets in halfway.

You sqeal, eyes wide as saucers while you scratch and slap at his face, shoulders and neck. Your weak blows do nothing. Andy doesn't even notice as he stares hungrily at the where he invades your feeble body. He's feral with how he punishes you and you're helpless, completely defenseless to the gratingly deep strokes that threaten to break you. Andy's groaning at your ear increases in volume but you're too fucked out to notice.

"Fuck! Sooogood! Gonna make me bu-shit! Fuckin bust before I even g-get all the way in princess."

The pressure in your tummy is overwhelming, makes your eyes roll back and arms hang limply at your sides. All of your energy goes into breathing as your pliant frame sags against the fridge door. Overstimulation sparks like wild fire and your tears finally fall from your long lashes and stretching down your cheeks.

"Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck y/n, can't take this tiny lil pussy! Milkin my dick sooooo good, perfect girl. Myperfectgirl, soooo goodtome! FUCK!"

You moan as Andy tugs his dick from your destroyed little puss, letting your legs slide from his arms to the floor. You wobble on your feet before your knees buckle and you slump downward, eye level with his dick. You almost fight your muddled mind to stay conscious and try to breathe while he tightly grips you your braids and aims his cock at your dazed face.

Your stepfather howls as he sprays a massive spurt of cum at your open mouth. The hot liquid runs messing down your chin as the next one splashes heavily against your cheek. You close your eyes as his cum rains down your face like a hot ass waterfall. Andy can't take his eyes off you as he paints your face.

"Haaaaah! Holy fuuuuck y/n! Ahhh, feelssogood baby girl! YoursogoodtoDaddy!" His praises for you jumble together as the pleasure in his dick rises.

His 6th shot takes him by surprise. It's fucking intense and has his thick dick convulsing in his hand. He aims at your gorgeous tits, still holding you in place by your braids, watching intently as he sprays your flawless brown skin milky white with his nut. Andy groans loudly at the way he let's the rest of his release leak on your perfect stiff nipples.

Your stepfathers quick to grab his cell and snaps more than a few pictures of your ruined state. You're damn near shell-shocked, beyond willing to accept whatever he decides to do. But your so fuckin greatful he didnt get a chance to get to the hilt, you know now how much more ferocious that'll be.

He gives a small appreciating hum when he notices you still swallowing around his cum. Andy sticks his phone back in his pocket, finally letting go of your hair as he uses a finger to push a glob of his cum back between your lips.

"Did you like Daddy's reward, honey?"

#black reader #andy barber x reader #daddy k!nk #cumontheface #cumonmouth #bde #size k!nk #rough smut

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wasteland-reacts · 7 years

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Could you please do fallout 4 companions+Maxson reacting to a really pretty/handsome sole survivor getting hit on all the time. It's the norm and SS says they're used to it, but the companions hate it and one day when a guy gets just a bit to handsy, they snap.

This is so specific lol i love it thank you!

Cait: “Why do ya let everyone flirt with ya all th’ time?” She groans. “Eh, it happened Pre-War too,” he shrugged. One day, some guy in Diamond City started groping Sole, and when Cait saw, she was furious. “Get yer hands off of him!” She smacked the stranger. “Whoa! Who are you to stop me, babe?” He smirked, which earned him a punch in the nose from Cait. After the guy ran away, Sole said, “Uh, thanks, heh.” Cait grinned. “Don’t mention it.”

Codsworth: “Sir, how many times will you let this slide?” Codsworth inquired after Sole finishes another flirt session. “It doesn’t bother me, Codsworth. Calm down.” Sole laughed it off. Codsworth decided to stay quiet about it, until one day a settler overstepped his boundaries by putting his hands all over Sole, and Sole looked pretty uncomfortable. “Pardon me, but will you please stop?” Codsworth poked the settler. “Hey, rust-bucket-” The settler began, but Codsworth burnt their clothes so that they were naked. Sole laughed their butt off and thanked him.

Curie: Curie never understood why Sole let everyone flock around him and say things. “Does it not bother you?” She asked one time. “Nope.” Was his reply. Curie just shrugged it off til one day she couldn’t shrug it off when someone put their hands on Sole and tried to push him into an alley. “Come on, baby…” they muttered, despite Sole’s protests. “Hey!” Curie shouted, running towards them. “Leave him alone!” The guy laughed. Curie narrowed her eyes. She may be small, but she is packing. She punches the guy, knocking him back. “Take that, you jerk!” She growls. Sole nearly falls over in laughter, not thinking his small friend would do that. “Good job.” He ruffled her hair.

Danse: Danse thought it was odd that Sole was always flirted with. Honestly, it made Danse a little jealous. He wanted people fawning over him! Danse usually just watched from a distance, but today he noticed a problem. Someone was forcing themselves onto Sole and he did not look happy. Danse had to intervene. He grabbed the stranger and glared at them. “Go away.” He dropped the stranger and they scurried off. Danse turned to Sole and asked, “You alright, Soldier?” Sole nodded and thanked Danse.

Deacon: “Y'know, Boss, you probably shouldn’t let everyone sweet talk you,” Deacon said, “They might be trying to get you into something you don’t want.” Sole shrugged him off, though, which made Deacon frustrated. He walked around, upset that Sole didn’t care for his advice. Soon he stumbled upon some stranger holding their hand over Sole’s mouth and touching them. Deacon felt disgusted and snuck up on the guy. “Hey, buddy,” he whispered, putting his gun to the guy’s back, “get off my friend.” The stranger didn’t respond fast enough, so Deacon shot him. The guy stumbled over, letting go of Sole. “Are you alright, Boss?” Deacon asked, gently holding Sole’s shoulders. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Sole smiled, “Thanks!” Deacon grinned. “Hey, we Death Bunnies gotta stick together.”

Dogmeat: He bites people that bother Sole and make him visibly uncomfortable.

Hancock: “Y'know, instead of tangling with those rascals, why not tangle with me?” Hancock smirked. “Aw, are you jealous, Hancock?” Sole chuckled. “I just don’t want you to get hurt is all.” Hancock replied. Sole understood that, but no one had attempted to hurt him. Yet. One night, while patrolling Goodneighbor, Hancock found some drifter trying to get Sole to follow them into a nearby ally. Hancock knew exactly what was happening and intervened. “How’s my best bud doing, Sole?” He slung his arm around Sole, glaring daggers at the drifter. They caught on and ran off. “See, what did I tell ya?” Hancock rolled his eyes, walking Sole over to the Third Rail.

MacCready: MacCready did not like when other people were around Sole. Sole was his friend, not theirs. He told Sole multiple times that they shouldn’t let everyone dawdle over him; the Commonwealth is full of dangerous people. Sole never listened, though. He liked being the center of attention. One day, things got bad. MacCready couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Sole being touched by some idiot. MacCready stomped over and aimed his gun right in that idiot’s face. They quickly ran off, but they didn’t go too far before MacCready put a bullet in their head. “Just keeping you safe,” He said, helping Sole fix his clothing. “Thanks, Mac.” Sole said, glad he had such a good friend.

Nick: Nick kind of understood the flirting. Some people are just into synths and even though he thought that was odd, he didn’t mind. Nick didn’t particularly like how people flirted with Sole, as they were more touchy and feely. He didn’t like when he found Sole walking around Diamond City with some resident, hearing them chit chat. What really ticked Nick’s gears was when Sole looked at him and begged Nick to help with his eyes. Nick hurried over, standing behind them, looking casual. When he heard the resident mention something about getting a drink and Sole heading over to their place, Nick got closer. Sole said, “Oh, no thanks. I’m busy tonight, but thanks!” The resident didn’t like that. “You’re coming to my place,” they muttered sternly. Nick grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “Alright, stop it.” He glared at the flake. “You can’t tell me what to do, synth!” The guy shouted, attempting to punch Nick. Fortunately, Sole punched the guy in the back of the head, knocking him down. “We’re a good team.” Sole said, hoping Nick wasn’t too mad at him. “Just.. be more careful, okay?” Nick grumbled, thankful he got to help them in time.

Piper: “Y'know, Blue, you don’t need people fawning over you all the time,” Piper quipped, feeling a bit frustrated at Sole. Why were they so okay with that? Piper had been catcalled enough times to know that those people were dangerous, no matter how innocent they tried to be. She was walking with Sole around the Dugout Inn, and some jerk decided to call out, “Hey, hot stuff!” Piper didn’t know who he was referring to, but felt extremely anxious after hearing that. The person got closer, and Piper’s anxiety got worse. Thankfully, they started talking to Sole, but what they were saying was disgusting. The catcaller was suggesting that he, Sole, and Piper do something inappropriate and wrong. Before he could go any further, Piper decked their jaw. Of course security came over, but they just made Piper and Sole go back to Publick Occurences. “Thanks, Piper,” Sole babbled, “You put up with a lot, huh?” He shook his head sadly. Piper shook her head too.

Preston: “You should be focusing on supporting our cause, General,” Preston began, “not worrying about these strangers that just want to sleep with you.” Sole would just shrug and say, “This has always happened. I can’t really help it, Preston.” Then he would just walk over to some lucky stranger and chat them up. Preston would be okay with it if Sole was trying to get information, but flirting with everyone? That just seemed rude. Sole attracted lots of people to settlements, but they never really helped, just gawked at Sole. Preston was walking around one day, making sure everyone had what they needed, when he heard some guy saying stuff to Sole. Even though this happened frequently, Preston knew something was up. He stepped in before the guy could get any closer to Sole. “If you’re not going to help this settlement, leave.” Preston barked, sending the stranger off. When the settler was gone, Preston turned to Sole. “Told ya so.”

Strong: “Strong does not see how human flirting gets Milk of Human Kindness!” Being a Super Mutant, Strong didn’t understand a lot of things, like how Sole would let everyone get on him. So Strong decided to mind his business and just watch Sole to make sure he was okay. If anyone ever got out of line with Sole, Strong would pummel them.

X6-88: “Sir, I do not see the need for this ‘flirting’ exercise.” X6 monotonously said, adjusting his sunglasses. “It’s a human thing, X6.” Sole replied with a chuckle. That comment upset X6 so he walked away. Later on, he found Sole being harassed by some low-life idiot. Angry, X6 stepped up behind the harasser and kneed their back, causing them to stumble over. “That takes care of that.” X6 said, checking on Sole.

Bonus!

Maxson: “Knight, I do not want to associating with those people below us.” Elder Maxson ordered, staring Sole in the eye. “With all due respect, Elder, it’s just normal. They don’t hurt or touch me, so what’s the problem?” Sole responded, raising his hands in mock surrender. Maxson groaned and dismissed Sole. A while later, Sole and Maxson were in the Commonwealth, patrolling for anything out of place. They decided to split up, Maxson going right and Sole going left. After a while with no response from Sole, Maxson made a start for the direction that Sole went. He found Sole outside some rundown diner, with some rundown person touching him and whispering to him. “What’s going on here?” Elder Maxson demanded, stepping between them. The stranger widened their eyes and shouted, “Hey, bozo, go away! We’re trying to have some privacy!” Maxson looked between Sole and the stranger, and then he made a decision. Maxson swiftly punched the stranger. “No more, Knight.” Maxson ordered, looking Sole straight in the eye. Sole agreed.

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