#ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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what's she whisperin in his ear? we may never know. but it's definitely getting the desired reaction.

big thank to the amazing @janearts for this commission of my two fallout faves, maccready & georgia <3 pls check out jane's comms if you get the chance !!

#fallout #fallout 4 #rj maccready #maccready #sole survivor #ch: georgia tate #commissions #EEEEEE i've been waitin on this one for a while & waking up to the email was very nice :> #them..... #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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idk why but this is giving georgia/mac

#rae.txt #putting up w/ nate's lame ass unaware that in 200 yrs she will be getting into long winded discussions w/ a merc over comic book characters #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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soft georgiamac moments i probably won’t finish

#rae.psd #no hat bc i struggle 2 draw it every time #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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there’s good in this world, and i found a little of it in you.

going absolutely feral over this commission of georgia & mac by @horreurscopes. thank you for the beautiful piece :)

#fallout #fallout 4 #maccready #rj maccready #sole survivor #ch: georgia tate #commissions #IM !!!!!! THEM-- #the fact that i got it on the day i posted the first chapter <3 #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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this gun for hire (1942) / ao3 / marvel comics / caitlin van horn, twitter / @/antisocialxconstruct / virginia woolf, the letters of virginia woolf / @/chakrabite / @/hanunishi / @/fasterfaster / unknown / fallout 4 / unknown / unknown / @/starei

musings on georgia & maccready

#edits #they aren't as dramatic as deacon & whisper but by god. i love them. #web weaving #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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georgiamac is just brat4brat i think

#rae.txt #having many thoughts amidst my research #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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3, 14, 16, and 22 for georgia and mac? :^)

otp asks hehehe thank u ezra :>

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Well after they're already in an established relationship, Mac is able to borrow Georgia's button-ups because they're a little bigger on him (he doesn't do it often, probably only when he's out of clothes, but every time he does she just "you like me so much you'll steal my clothes. you like me so much it makes you look stupid [affectionate]"). Georgia steals his hat on a regular basis.

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

These two fill in the gaps of each other; where Georgia might be overly optimistic and naive, Mac tempers it with a healthy dose of realism and a reality check. Where Mac is less forgiving and expects the worst, Georgia is there with a "forgive, but don't forget" attitude and is able to even out expectations. If either start to get a little scatterbrained or spiral, the other is able to help recenter them.

They tend to clash when it comes to intelligence/common sense. There are times when Georgia can make Mac feel a little stupid when it comes to what would have been basic knowledge before the war, and vice versa for him when it comes to what's basic knowledge in the wasteland. They're both intelligent in their own rights, but said intelligence doesn't overlap as much and is one of the things they have to slowly work through together.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Yes, if only because they could spend the entire night rehashing their "who would win" argument between Grognak and the Silver Shroud.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

Georgia>Mac: The smell of gun oil, the color green, comics, rifles, the Third Rail.

Mac>Georgia: The smell of menthol cigarettes, old books, cat-eye glasses, cherry Nuka Colas, libraries.

#asks #devilbrakers #thank u again !!! #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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fifteen minutes.

fandom: fallout 4 pairing: rj maccready/f!sole survivor words: 2,544 rating: explicit (18+) summary: early bird gets the worm. happy valentine's day. have some smut. read on ao3

Just like it did every morning, the Pip-Boy on Georgia’s nightstand jolts the both of them awake at exactly 5:45 am. And, just like every morning, Georgia reaches a hand out from under their pile of blankets to turn it off while Mac buries his face in the back of her neck in an effort to get her to stay. Just fifteen more minutes.

5:45 had been their compromise after settling into Sanctuary in between making the settlement circuit. On the road, Mac could stand getting up at the crack of dawn to beat the heat, the raiders, or the pests. He just hadn’t expected sun-up to be Georgia’s natural alarm whenever they were settled down. Her, the forever earlybird, and him, a man prone to relaxation when the surroundings allowed it. Tucked into a warm, cozy bed with the woman he loves at his side allowed that kind of relaxation. So much so, that he’d hold onto her a little tighter every morning on the off chance she’d give in and allow him just a little more of her time before the residents of Sanctuary took up the rest of it.

This time, when he snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her against his torso, he can feel her relax into him. She’d spent the day before leading the construction of a new house in the neighborhood from sun-up to sun-down and her aching muscles must still want to melt into the mattress with how she barely moves to leave it.

“Is today the day I finally get my fifteen minutes?” he whispers next to her ear, breathing in the lingering smell of her hubflower soap.

“If only,” she says like she means it, but still doesn’t try to leave his grasp. “There’s a couple’a generators that need fixin’, patch a few roofs, that leak in the greenhouse…” Her voice trails off, nearly falling asleep again before she catches herself. She yawns. “Lotsa stuff.”

She definitely still needed sleep. Mac breathes a laugh against the back of her neck and he can feel her shiver from it. When her back arches just a little, enough to shift her backside against rapidly forming morning wood, an idea begins to form inside his hazy, half-asleep mind, thinking of several ways to keep her in bed just a little longer…

“Stuff can wait,” Mac tells her and kisses her bare shoulder. “C’mere.”

“I can’t, I gotta get up.”

“You’re exhausted. I’ll make it worth your while. Fifteen minutes.”

This grabs her attention. She rolls over in his arms and in the faint blue morning light that makes its way into the bedroom, he can see her raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fifteen minutes, huh? What’re you up to this mornin’?”

He gives her a lazy grin before kissing the corner of her mouth. “If you stay you can find out.”

She seems to seriously mull it over for a second, even looking over her shoulder at the time on her Pip-Boy. When she does, Mac makes a split-second decision and puts his mouth to her exposed neck in an effort to convince her. Georgia gasps, goosebumps rising all over her skin, and very quickly she appears to put his scheme together.

“Robert Joseph, you are sneaky,” she says, but does nothing to imply she’d want him to stop the way he leaves wet kisses down her neck, nor does she stop him from adjusting their position so he can trail them across her exposed collarbone.

“Just how you like me,” he replies between kisses, his chin resting at the neckline of her tank top, pulling it down just enough to press his lips to the light freckles on her sternum. She shifts her legs to where he can lay between them.

“I can think of a few other ways I like you,” she mutters when his hands get under the fabric. The rough calluses of his fingers are feather-light over her skin and make her shiver again, arching her back into his touch.

“Now you’re starting to get it,” Mac says, and takes her breast in his hand, running his thumb across the nipple.

He pushes the hem of her shirt up past her breasts and wastes no time in taking her other one in his mouth, making her suck in a sharp breath. His tongue flicks along the sensitive nub in his mouth as he tweaks the one in his hand, fluttery, staccato gasps making their way past her lips.

Sneakily, his free hand goes under the blankets and rests on her hip, thumb toying with the weak elastic of her underwear. He ends up leaving a light bruise on top of her chest, one easily covered up, and starts to think of other places he can leave them.

“Thirteen minutes,” Georgia reminds him, then takes the hand he has on her hip and moves it under the waistband and into the bush of dark blonde curls there.

“Impatient,” he tells her.

“Realistic,” she counters.

Her breathing stutters again when Mac’s fingers move downward to slip inside the wet heat of her. She was already soaked for him, walls clenching around two fingers the moment they’re inside her. His thumb finds her clit and as he slowly starts to swirl it around, he draws out more of those fluttery little gasps and this time they go straight to his dick. He can feel his erection growing with her every sound and he endeavors to pull more from her.

Mac pumps his fingers in and out, quickening his pace around her clit but keeping the pressure consistent. She starts to squirm against him but he keeps her in place with the weight of his body on top of her. He situates himself to where he can take in the beauty of watching her eyebrow screw up in pleasure while also being the cause of it. Rather quickly, his name becomes the frequent subject of her mouth.

“Oh, RJ,” she breathes, breasts heaving with every breath. Her hands that had previously started to grip the sheets come up and cup his face, bringing it closer to hers so that she can place frantic, needy kisses against his mouth.

Mac obliges happily, their tongues tasting the familiarity of each other as she deepens the kiss between them. She kisses him like it’s the only way to cope with the current running through them, desperate and wanting, and wanting, and wanting. Georgia moans into his mouth when he moves his fingers in a come-hither motion, her own finding purchase in his hair. Her nails on his scalp make a chill of his own run down his spine, and he channels it in the hurried movement of his fingers in her cunt, adding a third for good measure. Her gasp is severe enough to break them apart. She tenses under him, thighs squeezing around his hand while he continues his work. Even so, her eyes flicker over towards her Pip-Boy and his follow. They haven’t much time left, and they were only just starting.

In response, Georgia wraps her legs around where Mac was still laying between them, pulling him close. “I need you,” she tells him, her walls flexing around his fingers. “Now.”

“Are you sure? We haven’t—” He’s cut off as he starts to slow down his movements, which is apparently the wrong thing to do, because she gets a frustrated look on her face and makes a low whining sound.

“Not enough time,” she says quickly and shudders when he pulls his fingers out of her. Mac, ever the tease, decides to take the time to lick her slick from them, making her face flush even in the low light.

She swallows but doesn’t allow him to waste anymore time, and slides down the hem of his underwear. His aching cock springs out and she takes it into her hand, giving him a few strokes and running her thumb over his leaking tip. She doesn’t even take the time to take her own underwear off the rest of the way, instead pushing it to the side just enough for him to line up against her and slide between her folds, making them both sigh together. She’s tighter than usual, having blown past their usual foreplay in favor of a passionate quickie. Mac tries to keep this in mind as he slowly presses into her, but the way she clenches around his cock, legs wrapped around his waist, he nearly bottoms out in her anyway.

Inch by inch she takes him, her hips meeting his once he has her fully stretched around him. They don’t stay like that for very long, just long enough for her to get comfortable as he twitches inside her. Now that they’re this far, it takes everything in him not to screw into her like an over-eager teenager.

“Ready?” he asks, mouth dry. She nods and he begins to rock into her, rolling his hips gently into hers.

“Fuck,” she swears and just hearing the curse fall from her perfect, pouty mouth, one he would kill to have his cock in later, almost does him in.

“Keep going,” he says, encouraging her. “Tell me.” Once he got her going, her dirty talk knew no end until she herself was pleasantly satisfied. In turn, it did a lot in reaching his own climax.

“Faster,” she demands first and Mac acquiesces, picking up the pace. When he does, her eyes roll back and her lips form a perfect O before stammering out, “Oh, ah, RJ, RJ, RJ. Oh, honey, yes, just like that.”

Her words have some profound effect on him, because he thrusts into her with a specific kind of need now, pulling out only to thrust right back into her again and again just as she asked him to. She’s hot and slick around him, wet enough that he can slide in and out with relative ease. Still, he spits into his hand and lets it move down his fingers before bringing it down to add a little more lubrication between them. He eats up any moans that make it past the lips against his, mouths sloppy and passionate and electric against one another while she rolls her hips to meet him again. They move together in sync, her mouth never stopping all the while.

“Oh, fuck me,” she says with particular emphasis when he pulls out almost entirely only to thrust into her again. One hand ends up in his hair, pulling, while the nails of the other dig into his shoulder. Her heels press into his back, every part of her squeezing against him like she wanted to fuse their sweating bodies together.

“RJ, baby, please, I want you,” she cries into his mouth, “want more of y–Oh, God.”

“How’s that?” Mac rasps, his hand reaching down between them to start playing with her clit again. She throws her head back against the pillows in response, eyes screwing shut the more he screws into her.

A repetition of “you’re so good to me” and “faster, RJ, honey, please” come from her between thrusts. If she cares about the time anymore, she doesn’t bother to let him know in the mixture of praise and begging she heaps onto him, breathless. When she asks him to go deeper, to fuck her harder, it takes all his strength not to finish right there. He pauses only to take one of her legs from around his waist and hook it over his shoulder before picking back up again, faster and deeper than before.

The new angle does wonders for the both of them; more of her clenching around him and more of him managing to hit just the right spot inside her that makes her turn to putty in his hands. All the while his finger is circling her clit in ways that only fuel the fire within her. Her words go incoherent and her hands struggle to keep their hold on his hair, his back, plush thighs squeezing boney hips.

Mac pulls back just enough to get a look at her face during this moment, his favorite part. Her freckles stand out against the red flush across her cheeks and her hair, loose and tangled from sleep, is sprawled out on the pillow. When the first rays of daylight filtering in through the curtain hit it, it looks like a golden halo around her. Her eyes, closed in a concentrated effort to meet her anticipatory orgasm, flutter open just enough to let her look at him half-lidded, mouth parted in the shape of his name. She’s beautiful, just like this, and Mac wants to sear the image into his mind forever.

“Ro–Robert,” she moans and her voice catches, burying her face into the pillow while he fucks her near brainless enough to make her words slur together, “oh, RJbaby, you’regoodtome, so goodtome.”

His name strung together with the endearment breaks any sort of restraint he has left. Mac pounds into her with everything he’s got, the sounds of skin slapping against skin intermingling with the words she can only just get out. “Sogoodtome, so good,” she repeats like it's the only thought that can make it out of her, but what she says when he feels her tense around him does him in.

“I’m gonna, ah–Bobby, hun, I’m—”

And that’s all it takes. One version of the many nicknames she’d bestowed unto him, but the one that makes him come so hard his vision nearly whites out, every time.

“Oh, God, Georgia,” is all that he manages to get out before he thinks to pull out in time.

He manages to replace the emptiness inside with four fingers this time, allowing her to ride out the rest of her orgasm before falling limp beneath him. He lets her leg drop from his shoulder after they manage to collect themselves. She pulls her tank top back down and he stuffs himself back into his underwear and they settle down beside each other.

Unsatisfied being apart now, he lays down with his head between the valley of her breasts, and she rests her arm on his back. From his angle, he can see the hickey he left behind peeking over the stretched neckline, already darkening into a nice bruise. Her other hand finds itself in his hair again and his head rises and falls with her breathing before the post-orgasmic haze clears from his mind enough to speak.

“How was that for making it worth your while?” he asks, catching a glance at her Pip-Boy. “And hey, right on time.”

“Mhmm,” he hears her mutter faintly in response, “so good to me…think I might stay…a couple more minutes…”

He glances up at her and her eyes are drooping, threatening to close completely.  When he shifts beside her, she moves to wrap herself around him, legs and all. Her head ends up pressed into the hollow space between his neck and shoulder and it doesn’t take long before she’s out like a light. A smug, but soft, smile works its way onto his lips. Mac opts to catch a few more winks himself and relaxes into her grasp.

#fallout #fallout fic #fo4 #rj maccready #FINALLY...i have finished a smut fic for them. now i know i can actually fuckin write it. #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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tagged by @aartyom & @devilbrakers to make some ships in this picrew so have my fallout girlies & their various boy toys <3

florence "flora" gallagher + butch deloria (fo3) temperance "em" nolastname + benny (fonv) georgia tate + rj maccready (fo4)

tagging: @anoras @ghostespresso @lavampira @nuclearstorms @narshadda @girlbosselrond @mrs-theirin & you !

#thank u both for the tag !!! <3 #ship: absence makes the heart grow fonder ( flora x butch ) #ship: you say 'dig' & i hear 'shovel' ( em x benny ) #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready ) #the clown benny was inspired by serena lmfao

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tagged by @denerims to do this cute lil ship meme !! so obvs i had to do the objects of my brainrot <3 thank u for the tag !!

tagging: @girlbosselrond @nuclearstorms @reaperkiller @lavampira @malefiicarum @kyngsnake & you !

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georgiamac brainrot under the cut. y'all know how it is.

1. this gun for hire

ohhh maccready. you're much more than that and you've got a big storm coming.

2. just here for the paycheck

which is what he tries to tell himself in the beginning. he does think georgia's dedication to the minutemen is a bit silly, a lot more morally righteous and "do no harm" than he's used to (little does he know that georgia is a "do no harm but take no shit" kind of person), but she pays well, she's consistent, and keeps it fair.

3. calling someone by their last name is the best way to flirt, actually

georgia almost exclusively refers to him by his last name, so this comes into play a little more once she allows herself to be a little flirty.

4. a ship dynamic that's less of an "italicized 'oh' moment" and more of an "italicized 'ah fuck' moment"

this is pretty much mac's reaction once he realizes he's got it bad for georgia. it snuck up on him and when it's finally staring him in the face he is very distressed by it for multiple reasons. he worries if it'll change things between them, feels a little guilty upon realizing he's slowly moving on after lucy, and fears that georgia won't return the feelings...

5. yes yes i do like you. i am afraid to write the stronger word.

...so he represses them. his "oh i never thought about that" line in his romance in this instance basically means "i wouldn't let myself think about that." on georgia's end, she's got all sorts of mixed up feelings thanks to how her relationship with nate went. is she allowed to move on? should she even be worrying about this when she's trying to find her son? she can't keep her emotions hidden for very long, but she'll allude to them in this case.

6. when i'm with you the line between 'friends' and 'lovers' blurs and i don't care which side i end up on as long as you'll have me

their whole relationship can be squarely defined as friend to lovers. potential spoilers for BLP, but i don't have them planning to outright tell each other their feelings until right before georgia goes to the institute for the first time (subject to change, but probably not). so they have a looooot of time in that will-they-won't-they area, both afraid to make the first move, but knowing that whichever way it goes, they still want to be at each other's sides.

7. i don't know. i mean, we're two sides of the same coin, right?

there it is ! one of my favorite lines in his romance. both are widowed parents trying to do right by their kids while also trying to survive by themselves at the same time. even before they get to know each other, without even knowing, they already understand what the other is going through.

8. please never leave / where would i go without you?

mac basically says it out right, we know he hates being alone, so once he and georgia get close and develop feelings, he really doesn't like being away from her if he can help it. really, he's worried something bad will happen to the one person in the commonwealth that took a chance on him who he's already invested so many feelings into. for georgia, she already decided long ago that mac was her partner (in the platonic sense of the word, to start) and she doesn't see herself going anywhere without him. she wouldn't want anyone else by her side.

9. i am better than i was; i will be better than i am

i am firmly of the opinion that despite him being a little shit mac wants to be a better person (he contains multitudes). it's why he lied to lucy about being a soldier, why he left the gunners, and why he's trying so hard for duncan. why would he lie if he didn't want lucy to think better of him? why would he leave the gunners if what they do wasn't "catching up" to him? why would he fight tooth and nail to save every cap he could for his son? why do all that if you didn't want to be, or at the very least be perceived as, a better person? working with georgia and the minutemen (as well as the railroad later on) kinda give him that push he needs to really decide what kind of person he wants to be.

10. there's good in this world, and i found a little bit of it in you

after first leaving vault 111, georgia was convinced the world was past saving and that she was never going to find shaun. she thought the world was cruel and without mercy. but then she found so many people, mac included, who proved her wrong. for mac specifically, she caught on that he wanted to do better and in doing so, she found another spark of good in the world.

#clenches fist i love them sm ur honor. #rae.txt #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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you are everything to me / the last decree, the guarantee / and I would go back underground / if ever you were not around...

template by @jacobseed

#edits #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready ) #y'all know i had to do them. legally obligated to <3 #a fun template to do tho !!!

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let's think of the future / forget the past / you're not my first love / but you're my last

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#fallout #ch: georgia tate #hi i'm completely normal about them #also shoutout 2 emily for doing this template & reminding me it existed :) #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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i think this is me retconning an answer to an old ask but here. georgiamac & their names/nicknames/pet names.

georgia > mac:

maccready: she's called him that a handful of times outside of like. introductions. rare.

mac: like 80% of the time. calls him that almost immediately & sticks to that most of the time.

hotshot: when she's feeling fond of him, almost always accompanying a compliment to his shooting. sometimes teasing.

hun/honey: go to pet name. she also uses it as a general term of affection for anyone she's particularly close to. (her favorite)

babe/baby: close second.

lover: for when she feels like being extra <3 she's a libra can u tell

rj: mostly when it's just them after they're together, but even then she'll fall back to just mac most of the time. usually placed before a pet name ("rj, honey, have you seen my glasses?" is a common one lmao)

robert: uh oh.

robert joseph: oh shit.

robert joseph maccready: ah fuck.

bobby: oh 😳 (his favorite)

mac > georgia:

boss: called her this when he still had delusions of them having a purely professional relationship. after they're together he pulls it out to tease her lol

georgia: only really starts to call her by her name after the shift between hired gun to friend so, probably after they deal with the gunners? guess we'll see 👀

georgia elise: he's said it two times. once, after they both shared their full names (he thought it was pretty). second & last time was the first time she robert joseph'd him when she was upset & he tried to georgia elise her back but it did not go well.

beautiful: go-to pet name after they're together. makes her all warm inside. (her favorite)

babe: when it's just them :)

knockout: catches her off guard with it on purpose after he realizes it makes her blush nearly every damn time. (his favorite)

#rae.txt #makes this post bc i cant write any concrete fluffy moments with them. Yet. #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )

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forbidden tall maccready under the cut

this was the sketch preview of The georgiamac comm from a few months ago before i realized i didn't put their heights in their ref document. i think abt it from time to time.

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💖💬 for Georgia! :3c

Misc. Ask Meme

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

I don't think Georgia goes out of her way to try and impress Mac, it just kinda happens? Like whenever she comes up with a plan and it goes flawlessly, or when she manages to get a really good shot off during a fight. Whenever he comments on it she just gets a big smile on her face like :D

Mac on the other hand, definitely goes out of his way more often than not. He lives for her compliments like the words of affirmation ass mfer that he is. Doesn't help that frankly, she is easily impressed, especially when it comes to the more survival-based stuff. He once shot a bloatfly a quarter mile away and she was like >:O !!! whoa !!!

💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.)

I don't even need to go through my writing to know that I've written her saying "Well" or "So" at least a couple dozen times lmao. She usually starts sentences with them when she uses them, so I imagine it's a way for her to organize her thoughts before speaking them.

#asks #krokaxe #ch: georgia tate #ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready ) #hehe thank u krok !!! <33