#Benny gecko smut

[falloutfangrell]

So I kinda wrote a fanfic after not writing one for 3 years so please forgive me if it’s not great but here’s a Benny x F!Reader. TW: SMUT, Swearing, smoking, slight spanking.

“Six…meet me upstairs in 5” Benny nervously ran his hands down his stupid checkered suit repeatedly as he walked towards the lift of the Tops, which you thought was fairly out of character for him. You’d gotten to know the casino owner fairly well since you tracked him half way across the Mojave, answers being one of the many things you found when you met him. You thought about putting a bullet in his head to return the favour, ‘an eye for an eye’, but you couldn’t help but like the guy when you met him, the way he spoke like a gambler having a stroke, his stupid dress sense, his unapologetic sarcasm, he was just your kinda trouble. That’s why you began sleeping with him, not for the money (like swank assumed) but because you genuinely had a thing for him, which you knew was completely insane, but what was even more insane was the fact you hoped he felt the same.

You finished your drink and sighed, wondering if it was the bullet that made you so stupid or if you were always this way, you couldn’t remember much about yourself after all. You headed up to the 13th floor, swank giving you a knowing wink as you got out of the elevator, causing you to roll your eyes at him, and fixed a stray bit of hair behind your ear before knocking on Benny’s door. He opened it, and you could see something was off by the look on his face, and the lack of a witty remark as you stepped through the door.

“Hey pussycat..we need to talk.” Because that’s not daunting. “No hello first?” You jested but he just walked to the table to grab a pack of cigarettes. “Uhh sure, shall I sit?” You asked, slightly nervous now. He nodded and lit up a smoke as you sat yourself down on his couch, almost laughing to yourself as you realised this was probably the first time you’d sat on it with clothes on. He passed you the lit cigarette as he took another out and lit it for himself. He turned to you with a look that bore into your soul.

“So doll, I’ve been thinking about some stuff, really using the ol noggin here, and well… “ he trailed off, unsure what to say. You stayed quiet, letting him find the words. “…well you’re the kinda ring a ding broad I dig, yanno?” You’d gotten fairly used to the way he speaks by now, his silly phrases that make your heart soar and brain cry for help. “Well yeah babe, I mean, I kinda hoped you dig me, we’ve been fucking for a couple of months now” you joked, trying to lighten the sudden serious atmosphere, and silence your rapid heartbeat.

He took a long drag on his cigarette. “Yeah Baby course I dig ya, it’s just, well, I guess I dug the hole a lil deeper than I intended…” he trailed off again, this time pacing around the room a little, puffing on his fag like it was an inhaler. You took a drag of your own, watching him, trying to figure out what he’s getting at, not wanting to jump to conclusions. His movements were almost erratic, he seemed almost nervous? You’d never seen him like this before.

“What’d ya mean?” You asked him, suddenly more serious. He looked at you with a look you’d never seen before, one you couldn’t quite place. He took another drag on his fag and stubbed it out and you did the same, and he sat down beside you. He looked at you but broke the eye contact quickly, and took a long, shaky breath. “Baby, listen, I know what we have going on between us is a little coo coo, and I know swank thinks we are utterly insane, but I like what we have…maybe more than I should, and I wanna make it more permanent, ya feel me? I like ya a lot doll face, I wanna make ya mine, show ya off and stuff, what’d ya say to that?” To anyone else it would sound like a shit way to be asked out, but you could see the nerves in Benny’s eyes, you could tell he really means it, and for Benny to genuinely care about someone other than himself is a goddamn miracle, and the best thing you could ever imagine happening to you.

You took his hand in yours and smiled at him, not a flirty smile like usual, a genuine, toothy grin. “I’d like that a lot Benny, been thinking it a while myself, and you didn’t even say anything too stupid in that sentence so I know you mean it” you said with a slightly joking tone but you knew he would know you meant it, you don’t get mushy very often. He smiled at you and breathed out a long breath you’re not sure even he knew he was holding in, and he laughed “damn pussycat, well okay, I didn’t expect ya to say that, I mean I shot you in the damn head after all, didn’t think you’d forgive me for that in the first place, let alone actually fall for this crazy cat.” He’d never really said sorry for it, but you knew he felt bad about what happened, he admitted that it haunts him, and you’d reassured him early on that it was okay, no hard feelings, yet he still dropped hints that he felt bad.

“Baby it’s okay, you didn’t kill me. Sure, I lost my memory, but who I was isn’t important anymore, I know who I am now…and I’m yours.” You knew dropping that on the end would make his heart skip a beat and you could tell it worked. He grasped your hand tighter and leaned in to close the gap between you both with a kiss, not your usual frantic heated kiss, but a more passionate one, showing care and maybe even love, leaving your lips tingling when he pulled away. You ran your hand up his chest and grasped at his shirt, pulling him close and whispering in his ear “So.. how about we seal the deal, huh baby?”

That was all he needed to hear.

Benny connected your lips once more, this time a familiar burning passion behind his movements, he grabbed your waist and lifted you onto his lab, moving his hands around to grip your ass as you kissed back fervently, grinding into his lap, feeling his hard on through his tight suit trousers. You began to undo his jacket buttons and slid it down his toned arms, never breaking the kiss, and began work on his shirt buttons.

He slid his hand up your dress and ran his fingers over your black lacy thong, groaning as he realised you’d been wearing something so revealing all night. You leant into his hand, begging to be touched, as you popped last shirt button out and hurriedly tugged it down his arms and tossed it across the room.

Benny’s chest was littered with wiry dark hairs and covered in scars. You thought he was absolutely perfect. You ran your hands over him, feeling his toned muscles tense underneath your touch, and you moaned into the kiss, causing Benny to cease his teasing and slide your pretty little thong down your legs. Gently he rubbed his fingers around your pussy, moaning at how soaked you were for him, and he stuck 2 fingers in you gently, teasingly, and coaxed a deep moan from your lips, causing him to break away from the kiss in a breathy chuckle.

“Damn baby girl, already such a mess for me, how about we take this somewhere with more room huh?” Without waiting for an answer he scooped you up, making you squeak in surprise, and he lovingly placed you down on his bed. Your hair was sprawled out around your head, your legs parted for him, thong long discarded, dress all tucked up around your waist, and Benny didn’t think you could look any more beautiful.

You grabbed his belt and pulled so he fell towards you, putting his hands either side of your head as not to crush you, and you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a wild kiss, showing him how hungry you were for him, and he returned the favour.

He began lifting your dress up and you elevated your back to let him slide it up off of you. He took a second to look at you and you swear you heard a faint “beautiful” leave his lips before they were on your neck, kissing down from your ear to your collar bone, finding that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll and lips whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He left a small mark, just enough to show you’re his, and began trailing kisses down your chest, stopping to show attention to your breasts, right one first, then left, drawing heavy moans from you as much as you tried to stifle them.

He slowly, painfully slowly, kissed down to your belly button, then your thighs, teasing you by avoiding the one place you so desperately need to be touched, but you knew better than to complain, or he would drag it out even longer. You’d learnt that lesson the hard way.

After what seemed like an eternity, Benny ran a finger up your folds, brushing against your clit and making you gasp and grasp for the bed sheets, clutching them in your fists. He parted your legs even more and began licking circles into your bundle of nerves, making your legs tremble in anticipation. When he began flicking his tongue you lost all composure, moaning loud, making him start to lose it too. Just when you started to feel that knot in your stomach tighten, he pulled away, making you whine for more. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and licked the juices off of it, making you feel so warm inside your core.

“Ugh pussycat, look at you, all wound up like a jack-in-the-box. Not gonna last 5 minutes with me inside you, are you now?” He teased, undoing his belt buckle, watching the way you stared at him with such desire, causing a pang of warmth to shoot through his heart. And his dick.

You sat up to help undo his trouser buttons, knowing he loves watching you do that, and he gave your ass a slap with the belt, he never did it hard, but just enough to make your body jolt, and god did he love to watch your tits bounce like that. You freed his cock, always taken aback by its size and girth, and he kicked his trousers off and threw the belt somewhere over his shoulder. You ran your fingers up his shaft, causing his breath to hitch, and lowered your head to lick the pre-cum from his tip.

You know how quickly he comes undone like this, and you glance up to see his eyes shut and jaw clenched, trying his best to stay sane. You took his tip into your mouth and began to suck, using one hand to slowly jerk his shaft, and he ran his fingers through your hair, breathing heavily and trying to stifle the steady flow of moans escaping his mouth. You put your other hand on his balls, gently squeezing them, and his breath hitched again, letting out a guttural moan, tilting his head back and pulling your hair, and you let him go with a pop.

“Fuck, Six, fuck” he breathed, and now it was your turn to tease him. “Aww is my man all fired up already? What are you going to do about it big guy?” In a split second he had you back on your back, kissing you harshly and grinding down on you, both of you moaning at the intensity of it, both of you desperately yearning for one another. Without breaking the kiss, Benny leant down and positioned himself at your entrance and proceeded to push in slowly, forcing the kiss to break as you both gasped, the both of you relishing in that feeling. You felt so tight around him and he felt so big, making you feel so full and warm inside.

He started off at a slow pace, but it didn’t last long before he was a mess, his pace erratic, both of your moans filling the room, you tugging his hair and him playing with your tits. He reached one hand down to rub your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He looked so handsome like this, hair falling in his face, sweat glistening off his torso, you could cum just from looking at him. And he thought the same about you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, causing a hiss from him and making him thrust even deeper, and you cried out as he brushed against your sweet spot, which he then aimed for, causing you to race towards your release.

“Benny, fuck, Benny I’m gonna cum” you managed to gasp out in between moans. “Fuck baby same, fuck fuck fuck…” he sped the pace up on your clit and you saw stars.

“Fuck Benny!” You came hard on his cock and the tightening of your walls pushed him over the edge too “shit Six, ugh fuck” he practically growled as he came into you.

He rode out his orgasm with a few more pumps and pulled out, rolling onto his back beside you and pulling you into his embrace. You lay your head on his chest and listened to his rapid heart beat, still coming down from your high. You started to let your mind wander back to his confession and found yourself laughing. It was a small breathy laugh, but he heard it. “Whatcha laughing at doll face?” He asked, amusement in his voice. “I love you, that’s what.” You could swear you heard his heart skip a beat. You looked up at him and without hesitation he lifted your chin and pulled you in for a soft gentle kiss. “I love you too Six, that’s what I was trying to say earlier, I dunno how you make it seem so damn easy” he flashed a wide smile and cuddled you close, and you lay your head back on his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep with him, feeling so safe and loved.

(Poor Yes-Man is fucking traumatised)

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[nukabrain]

Confession Series, Benny

Benny Gecko x Courier 6

“If you get together with me, you’ll be the first person to shoot a person in the head, and then date them later, and bragging rights too! Not everyone can shoot me and get away with it.”

Hello, nukabrain here, I decided to start a series where I go a bit beyond the "hey I was hoping we can be more than friends." cause what the hell is that. I wanted more! Of course there will be special cases, like Benny from FNV and Nick Valentine (ofc). Requests from other Fallout characters that are not companions will be accepted, but will be put on the back of my list. I don't write a lot, so it will take some time (also sorry for bad writing, trying to get back into the grove again. NOT PROOFREADED I WAS IN RUSH OK-

“Ugh, this trip was exhausting. If it weren’t for you sweet-talking them out of a high price, we probably would've been gunned down.”

Benny gave me a weird look. “But you would win against them anyway, right? You’re just saying that so you have a reason to take me on your trips.”

“True, but it saves me bullets, y’know!” I huffed, crossing my arms in protest. “So you’re coming with me on the next trip.”

Benny went to unlock the suite doors to head to the bar, grabbing the first thing off the shelf and pouring himself a glass. “You know the caps they received aren’t yours?”

“Yup!” I plopped on the nearest stool.

He let out a sigh of defeat, “Still don’t know why you haven’t shot me yet.”

I gave it a good thought before opening my mouth.

“Why waste a bullet-” “Why waste a bullet- HEY! If you knew the answer, why did you ask me?” :C

“Baby, you’re so predictable. Maybe I actually blew your brains out and it's just a hollow hole up there,” Benny sighed, taking another gulp of liquor.

“It is NOT hollow up there. I mean, if it was, I wouldn’t love you.”

Benny stared at me blankly, took another shot of whiskey, and looked at me again.

“What in the goddamn? Are you right in the he- right you aren’t.”

“I mean what I said,” I laughed at his reaction. “If you get together with me, you’ll be the first person to shoot a person in the head, and then date them later, with bragging rights too! Not everyone can shoot me and get away with it.”

“You twisted fuck. I like women so I'm not sure what you're doing,” Benny shooed the courier away but snuck in a glace at the man before him

Benny took in the courier’s dirty hair, his lips looking very kissable, and his eyes looking straight at him-

Maybe it’s the liquor.

He shook his head.

“Not happening, kid.”

“You were thinking about it!” I leaned closer to him.

“Was not.”

“Was too!”

Benny turned around in protest.

“Fine, I was. Are you happy?”

Courier's face instantly sparkled, to the point Benny thought he was staring at a second sun.

“Try not to smile so wide, baby. You might break your mout-.”

He was suddenly cut off with a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’m very happy you thought about it,” the courier whispered, holding his face.

Benny stared at him blankly.

“Oh fuck, kiss me again.”

Courier did not need to be told twice as he kissed him deeper, holding his waist and neck. When they went for air, the courier instantly loosened Benny’s tie, leaving a trail of kisses down the neck, and sucking on the collarbone, leaving a dark mark.

The man let out a sharp sigh, as his skin felt like it was on fire.

Before they could go any further, someone knocked on the door. Benny instantly got up and fixed his tie.

“Y-Yes? What the fuck do you need? I’m a bit busy here.”

“Sorry, boss, but there’s something you should double-check downstairs.”

Benny grumbled some unsavory words before giving a reply.

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

As the footsteps faded away, Benny finger-combed his hair a bit before getting up.

“Hey, so that’s a yes, right?” I asked, smirking.

“Baby, of course, it’s a yes. Otherwise, you would’ve been shot in the head twice.”

I laughed and gave him a kiss, which Benny grumpily took in.

Bonus:

“Hey, boss, are you really dating the courier that you shot?”

“Yeah, wh- hey, how the fuck did you find out?”

The henchman just pointed to the courier skipping happily, saying, “Ben-ny is my boy-friend,” in a sing-songy voice.

“Goddamnit.”

FOR MY POOKIE @songsaa

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[tinfairies]

Pegging Benny Gecko Headcanons, if you write for him?

"Uh, you wanna do what now, doll?"

He'll need just a smidge of convincing.

Really for no other reason other than he's never been fucked in the ass before.

Benny would be so cocky and use jokes and witty quips to hide his nervousness.

He's very much a fan of the prep and foreplay involved with pegging.

Likes being on his back so he can see your tits, but he'll get on his hands and knees if you ask nicely.

Loves the feeling of your fingers stretching his ass open, curling and finding that sweet spot.

Will fist at his cock while you prep him, though if you tell him no, he'll pout and beg

Moans like a whore when you finally slide the strap in.

Grabs at your hips, tits, waist, anything to ground him. Benny gets lost in the pleasure quickly.

Once again begs you to touch his cock, or at least let him do it.

"C'mon baby please. It aches."

He could absolutely cum without being touched, especially if you pound into his prostate.

Once he has finally cum, he'll be dizzy and limp. Pulling you towards him, wanting to kiss you and cuddle you.

His whole suave facade melts away and he becomes soft and needy.

Forget cleaning up, he's gonna cling to you for a while.

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[bisexualiteaa]

Burning Love

Benny x Fem Courier Six (Smut!! Also fluff and slight angst)

CW: NSFW MDNI! Mutual pining, slight OOC Benny, slight deviation from the game, black widow dialogue, established friendship, enemies to friends then friends to lovers, flirting, dirty talk, perverted thoughts, P in V, p0rn with some plot, unprotected seggs, 0ral (male and female receiving) praise, cursing, mentions of alcohol, briefly proofread, possible grammar/spelling errors

AN: Hey everyone! I’m back with some more content! It’s a little different than the usual Cooper Content ™️ I usually put out but it’s still Fallout themed. I wanted to try my hand at writing for Benny from New Vegas and allow some of my other character hyperfixations to have a moment in the spotlight to shine! I’m still rather new to Fallout in general, and especially to New Vegas so please be kind and patient with me if I have some things wrong, I’m still learning! 🥺 I know this wasn’t an ask from anyone, and I will be getting to those as I can! Writers block has been absolutely dreadful lately so I hope y’all can understand, I’ve only just started to come out from the hole and try to write when the days are good 😭 But I hope y’all dig this piece! Enjoy, and happy reading! 🥰

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This was bad. This was really, really bad. At least that’s what he proceeded to tell himself over and over internally as he paced around his room. Just what was it that was so bad? So bad that it left Benny Gecko, the head chairman, in a bind? You. You; the courier that he executed once upon a time for simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. You; who just so happened to somehow actually be alive despite a bullet being discharged into your skull. You; who had come to the strip months ago on your journey through the Mojave, siding up with him and becoming his business partner. You; who not only managed to become his best friend, but now held a place in his heart as something more. How could he let all this messiness happen? There was a rule in business where you never allow yourself to get involved with the people you work with, especially when you were someone who was as powerful as Benny. Yet you were all he could ever think about. You were his inspiration and guidance in trying and gain power over all the factions, you were the reason why the Legion no longer stood in his way. You were his right hand through everything, there for his every plan, there to help in the execution of them no matter what it could cost. You were loyal, beyond that, you were a confidant and a friend.

It took him ages to finally put the pieces together leading up to this moment. To finally understand why he would feel so disgusted watching Swank flirt with you, or so angry when someone would threaten you. He knew you could handle yourself, you were your own person, independent and deserving to live how you wished. Hell there had been many occasions where, had it not been for you, he likely wouldn’t have made it out alive. When you saved him from the Legion, that’s when he finally saw it. Seeing him down on his knees before you, giving you the perfect opportunity to take your revenge if you wanted to for him killing you back then. You could have murdered him in cold blood, leaving him to the radroaches and feral ghouls like he did to you once. But you didn’t, instead you showed him mercy. You *saved* him. Something he wasn’t sure anyone else aside from his body guards, would have done for him had they been in your shoes. Since that day, it’s been all he could do to pry the thoughts of you from his brain. By day, you were always by his side, and at night you were always on his mind. How was he supposed to be able to work like this? Fuck, how was he supposed to tell you? Should he tell you? He wasn’t sure. But he supposed it was too late to back out now seeing as you were on your way up to his suite.

His heart jumped in his chest upon hearing the knock on his door, a signal that let him know it was his people coming by. “Come in” he said, finally pulling himself from his thoughts to see who was at his door. Of course, to no surprise, it was you. He let out a breath of relief upon seeing you. You had grown to become his comfort, even in a moment such as this, he took solace in your presence. “You came” he said softly, just above a whisper but his tone held something akin to disbelief in it that you were here. You spotted a rocks glass in his hand filled with a drink that was likely just freshly made, wondering what it was that was bothering him so much that it had him drinking before bed. He watched as you stepped inside his suite, closing and locking the door behind you to ensure privacy. “You called” you answered genuinely, wondering why he seemed so shocked to find you here when he had asked for you to come. “What’s wrong, Benny? You doin’ okay? I’ve never seen you so many glasses deep in one day” You asked, noting that he had been drinking earlier too, growing concerned for him and the way he seemed to be so caught up in thought. “You’ll have to forgive me, my mind is a bit mixed up at the moment” Benny said before taking a swig of his drink, watching as you sat down on his bed. He wished you hadn’t, because despite being the well-mannered gentleman he was, he was still a man with needs. Even he couldn’t help the thoughts that started to race through his mind as you sat on his bed. Thinking of what you would look like splayed out on it, free of your clothes and him on top of you. Normally he would be able to keep such thoughts under control, but with the buzz of the alcohol running through his system, he was finding it hard to keep them from running rampant. “What’s on your mind? If somethin’s buggin’ you, you know my hands can make light work of it. All you gotta do is say the word” you offered, making him chuckle. Your hands could make light work of him. What in the god damn? “stop that” he told himself, cursing himself for feeling this way towards his close friend of all people. “Afraid what’s on my mind can’t be helped that way, baby. What’s got me in a twist is all my doing” he replied, and it left you rather confused, he could see it in the way your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him. Your head tilted sideways a tad like a dog who couldn’t seem to understand what their owner was saying. You were so fucking cute. “Well then what’s got you all in a twist? You called me here for a reason, Benny. I just wanna help” you replied, pleading with him to give you something to work with. He could groan at the way his name fell off of your tongue so melodically. You just had to show up in uniform too, with your dress slacks hugging your thighs, your blazer really showing off your curves, and your blouse that dipped low enough for him to get a peak of your cleavage. He was eating you alive with his eyes, he knew it. He couldn’t help it, you were a sight to behold. You could tell he was lost in thought at the way he was staring, leaving you chuckling before you waved your hand to grab his attention. “Earth to Benny, you still in there?” You asked jokingly with a grin as he snapped out of it. “Maybe it’s time to lay off the booze for the night” you added with a chuckle as his eyes met yours. Everything was screaming within him to tell you, but at the same time, everything screamed at him not to. He was at war within himself on what to say. Does he tell you and risk losing you? Or does he keep it and risk hurting himself when there comes a time you fancy another man? Neither sounded great to the conman, but between the alcohol in his system and the respect he had for you to always be honest with you, he knew he had to tell you.

“Fuck it, I’m just gonna bite the bullet and hope we can still keep this in the groove, dig?” He asked, and his words weren’t slurred and he didn’t feel drunk. So why was his head spinning? His heart racing? He was a certified mess, and it was your doing. “Oh c’mon Benny, we been runnin’ this show for how long now? You know you can always talk to me! Ya got girl trouble?” You asked with a devious grin, knowing he had a new flavor just about every month if not more than that. He was almost amazed at the way you figured out what was wrong, but thankfully not down to the specifics. It was reasons like this he called you not only his business partner but his best friend. But god how he craved for you to be more than that. “I wonder sometimes if you’re a damn psychic with that prime intuition of yours, babe. Girl trouble ain’t even half the start of it” he replied, sitting across from you in a plush chair as he placed his glass down on the small table next to it. You gave a chuckle. “Ya never did have good luck in choosin’ broads, Benny. Kinda funny to see that hasn’t changed since Vegas became ours” you quipped playfully, making him chuckle. “Very funny. I think I remember calling you here for help, not to take jabs at me, pussycat” he replied, making you laugh. “Aww c’mon you know I’m just yankin’ your chain. What’s got you all in a twist then? You didn’t get one of ‘em pregnant, did ya? Because I can’t help you there with that one” You asked, an eyebrow raised at him in suspicion. “Fuck no, the Ben-man ain’t nothin’ if not responsible. Have a little faith” he said, making you playfully wipe your forehead as if you were super worried. “Whew, that’s a relief. I ain’t ready to be an aunt just yet” you joked, making you both laugh. You always were great at helping him calm down. “Well then what is it? She do something wrong? Steal from you?” You asked, killing yourself internally with each question knowing that it was another woman he was speaking of. “My heart maybe” he said boldly as he took another sip of his drink, and it was true, you had his heart in your hands at all times. But you didn’t know that. You gave a smile that hid the pain inside from his statement, believing he was speaking of another woman. You wanted him to be happy, he deserved it, and you knew when you started working with him that it could never be you that would make him feel this way. But damn if he didn’t have a way of charming himself into your own heart, making you hope that it could work. “Awww, well ain’t that sweet” you replied, trying your best to coat the poisoned words with saccharine falsity, to disguise the ache resting in your chest at the thought of another woman stealing his heart. “I said smooth, baby doll” he said, making you both chuckle. “What? A girl can’t be happy for her friend who’s in love? Sheesh. She sounds like a lucky gal” you joked, making him chuckle once more. friend. God how that word killed you. A constant reminder of what will never be, especially now. Or so you thought.

“Well, c’mon, don’t spare me the details. Who is it?” You asked, not really wanting to know the details but you could put your feelings aside for the happiness of Benny if that’s what it took. However that’s when his face turned red. He should’ve known you’d ask that question. His heart slammed against his sternum as he tried to think of what to say. He couldn’t just straight up tell you, not when he didn’t know if you felt the same way, and he’d be royally pissed at himself if he managed to scare you off. He couldn’t just not tell you either, you deserved to know. “Is it one of the broads over at Gomorrah?” You asked when he didn’t pipe up with an answer right away, making him scrunch up his nose in distaste at even the inquiry. You laughed at his response. “The Ben-man’s got taste. Didn’t know you thought so little of me, babe” he replied, making you giggle at him. “Alright I admit, bad guess there” you responded. He wondered if you would ever guess it, if you would either seriously or jokingly say yourself and then maybe it could be laid to rest easily. “Some of the frequent fliers here are a little questionable Benny…I’m starting to second guess on if I wanna know” you said with a joking grin, wishing you’d figure it out already and save your heart the pain. He shook his head no at all the ones you knew off the top of your head that frequent the casino, leaving you nearly out of options already. “Quit pokin’ around Benny and just tell me already! You got me hangin’ on the edge of my seat here” you said, making him take another swig of his drink to work up the proper courage to tell you the truth. It was now or never. “I ain’t got no other way of sayin’ this sweetheart, but the Ben-man has gone and caught a fever for the fine looker layin’ on his bed” he said, making you blink a few times as you registered just what he said. He was caught up on you? Was he drunk? Surely this was a joke, he couldn’t actually be serious…could he?

“Me?” You asked, sounding taken back by his answer. “You sound shocked, baby. Weren’t expecting to be the broad to catch my eye?” He asked, making you blush. Now this was suddenly going to be difficult on you. How do you tell a man who shot you in the head once that you’re in love with him? “Honestly no, I didn’t think I would. I figured out of all the women out there, the last one to catch your eye would be me” you replied, and how it broke him to hear you talk so little of yourself. To share in a vulnerable moment that wasn’t hidden behind false confidence and bravado. He always respected the way that you were a different woman outside of work, that you could detach yourself from the persona you had to carry with you in the casino and around the other chairmen. He wished he could be more like you, more in touch with his humanity, but he was a conman, and a good one. His work is all he’s really known until you came around. “You’re the prime article baby, ol’ Benny here ain’t ever met a broad like you” he replied, making you blush as your stomach started doing flips with excitement. It was everything you’d been dying to hear from him for so long now. It felt as if fate herself was shining down on you in this moment. “I certainly ain’t met a man quite like you either, Benny” you said with a growing grin, making him chuckle. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s a real good thing I got a case of Benny fever then, huh?” You asked with a far more confident grin as you looked at him, sat across from you with his legs spread to help ease the growing tightness of his dress slacks. “Benny fever, is that so?” He asked with a mirrored grin of excitement, making you bite your bottom lip as you shook your head yes in response. “That bullet scramble your egg? Or have you always been a naughty broad?” He asked, finding himself more and more intrigued. Not to mention hot. The laugh you gave in response was breathy, and he wasn’t sure if it was just because it came from you, or the alcohol toying with his mind but he found it sexy. “What can I say? Girls like bad boys, and you have been downright awful” you replied, sensuality dripping from your tone as you flirted with him. “You’re one sick pussycat, baby. There’s quins and then there’s…I don’t even know what to call you” he commented, making you giggle playfully as you crossed your legs in front of him. “I’m saying I dig you too Benny, have for a while now” you said, making him grin even wider at your admission. Thank god, now he could no longer worry. “If I heard “dig” from you back then, I’d have told you all I can think of is a shovel. But you got a real twisted up way of showin’ the Ben-man your forgiveness” he replied, making you giggle once more. “I can think of another way to show you my forgiveness” you suggested, making him raise a brow at you and let out a sound of intrigue and excitement. “Oh yeah?” He asked, watching you bite your lip in excitement as your body language screamed for him to get closer. “And what idea is on that wild mind of yours, baby?” He said, making you hum. “How ‘bout i put my past profession to good use and I show you how well I can…handle your package? If you let me?” you responded. Oh, he definitely wanted you to.

You weren’t sure when it all began, but the next thing you knew, you both were down to your underwear. You made a show of stripping yourself of your uniform, being sure to be slow and teasing as you slipped out of your blazer, blouse and dress slacks for him. You made a show of bending over when you took off your slacks, then moving to your bra that soon found its way to the floor to be forgotten about until the next day. “You are the prime article baby. Nice Charlie’s too! Give ‘em a shake for the Ben-man, would ya?” He asked, making you giggle as you shook them and made a show of fondling them and feeling them up in front of him to tease him. “Hellooo!” He responded as you straddled his lap, taking a seat and pulling him into a heated kiss. He relished in the way your lips tasted like the sweet bourbon cherries that rested in your drink from earlier that you shared with him while you were both still downstairs. He tasted of vodka and cigarette smoke, a mixture you’d have never found appealing had it not been upon the lips of the addicting man you were tasting it from. You hummed into it in delight as his hands rested on your hips, softly moving your hips to grind against his. You moaned softly as you felt your clit bump and rub against his clothed length through your panties, effectively working you up even more than you already were. As you opened your mouth to moan, he took the chance to slip his tongue in to dance upon yours, needing more of that sweet taste of you. Your hands rested on his shoulders, using it at leverage as you continued to grind your hips into his before trailing their way up to tangle in his hair. He moaned at the blissful feeling of your nails scraping his scalp and the occasional tug of his hair. “Fuck baby, got me all kinds of worked up and you haven’t even taken those cute panties off yet” he said, making you giggle as your lips started to migrate down his neck in search for a sensitive spot to suck on and nip at. “Gotta make you as crazy for me as I’ve been for you, baby” you replied with a grin, leaving small but dark hickies in your pleasurable wake. He groaned in response, making you giggle as you felt it rumble from his chest and in his throat as your lips were pressed to his pulse point. “Oh trust me, I’ve been just as crazy for you, pussycat. No doubt about that” he responded, making you grin as you worked your way down his chest and stomach before you were on your knees in front of him.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down, watching as his dick slapped his stomach just below his naval as it was freed from its confines. You bit your lip at the wonderful sight, and it was like a dream come true in his eyes. Seeing you here, on your knees in front of him, looking up at him the way you were right now was the fuel to so many of his fantasies he had nightly of you. “Like what you see, baby? I saw those pretty little eyes light up just now” he teased, making you chuckle while your lips littered kisses along his inner thighs before working your way to where he needed you most. “Sure do sugar, wondering if you taste as good as you look” you said before licking a fat stripe from base to tip of the underside of his cock. He groaned, his fingers digging in and clenching tightly the sheets beneath him in his fists from your hot, wet tongue. You made direct eye contact as you did it, one of your hands coming up to cup and fondle his balls as you brought him into your mouth. “Shit…can’t believe this is what I’ve been missin’ out on this whole time” he said, tipping his head back some as you worked his balls with one hand and what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with the other as you started to bob your head up and down on him in a pleasant rhythm. “Can’t tell you how many nights I’ve pictured this baby. Mmm and I gotta say- fuck! You’re a dream come true, honey- oh fucckk…” he moaned, tilting his head to look down at you between his legs on occasion. If he wasn’t careful, he’d find his release too soon and he couldn’t have that. Not when the fun’s just getting started between you two. It was when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making your watery eyes look up at home through your lashes that he had to call it quits. “Oh baby, stop, stop, stop. Shit, you keep going like that and I’m not gonna make it to the fun stuff” he said, unashamed of admitting just how much you turned him on. You let off of him with a pop before standing back up.

“Treated me so good baby, least I can do is return the favor. Sit up here and give the Ben-man a taste” he said, lying on his back and motioning you to sit on his face. “Shit Benny, I haven’t done that before. Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…” you said bashfully, making him chuckle and slip you a grin. “If it’s between these pretty legs? I would die a happy man, baby. Don’t be shy c’mon, promise I’ll take good care of you” he insisted, and you had to admit, you rather liked the idea of having such control and trying something new. He watched as you removed your panties, tossing them to the side where they too would be forgotten until the next day, then as you crawled your way up his body. Your legs straddled his head as your core hovered just over his lips, his hands soon resting upon your hips and ass to pull you down and onto his face. You threw your head back with a pornographic moan as his tongue explored your cunt. “Fuck, oh Benny, baby…” you moaned almost breathlessly as his tongue trailed your slit before coming to dance along your clit. “When were you gonna tell me you’re such a tasty treat, doll?” He asked, and it was a whole different sensation receiving pleasure this way, one that left you bucking your hips in rhythm with his tongue to feel more of that wonderful friction against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Benny! Oh my god, just like that!” You moaned, getting lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling and fluttering against your sensitive bud. Your hand came down to rake your fingers through his hair once more in appreciation of the way he made you feel. “Keep moaning my name like that baby, tell this whole joint how good I make you feel” he egged on before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently, making your body jolt in response before letting out a pleased yet surprised moan. “God yes! Oh I’m so close, please don’t stop…” you begged, looking down at the sight of him between your legs as you fucked yourself on his tongue. He gave a chuckle and a moan into you at the way you were riding his face, using him for your pleasure. It made his dick throb almost painfully. “Keep using me babe, fuck your pretty self on my face. Wanna feel you cum on my tongue baby, give it to me” he begged, drilling his tongue in and out of your entrance and then back up to your clit. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum…oh god, yes! Benny!!” Was all you could get out before his head was squeezed between your thighs, your body spasming and shaking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the sheer force of pleasure your orgasm sent sky rocketing through you. If he had no restraint, he’d have cum just from the sight of you, paired with the way your pussy fluttered on his tongue and the way you moaned his name like a sinful mantra.

“Holy fuck…oh my god. Oh shit!” You said breathlessly, realizing you needed to release him from the tight grip your thighs had on him as you made your way off from his face to straddle his lap instead. “Are you okay?” You asked, trying your best to catch your breath and climb back down from cloud nine. He made a show of licking your slick from his lips as he sat up before wiping his mouth. “Better than okay baby, you’re fucking delicious. How do you feel? You look like you high-fived the heavens there, baby doll. I make you feel that good?” he responded with a confident grin, pulling you into a heated kiss once again, loving the way he made you feel so damn good. “Better than good, you’re fucking dangerous with that tongue of yours” you replied into it, making you both chuckle before seating yourself on his hips once more, gliding your soaking cunt along his throbbing cock as you kissed. “Insatiable little thing, you’re right up my alley baby” he said, making you giggle and moan into your shared kiss as he fondled your tits, lavishing them with kisses and hickies. “And so gorgeous, I’m a damn lucky man” he said, making you bite your lip as your fingers laced in his hair once again, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he brought your nipple into his mouth and sucked. “Damn right you are- fuck…god I need you so bad Benny, please” you pleaded, making him chuckle as he flipped you both over, your back against his mattress as your hair fell around you like a halo.

“You ready, baby? Benny’s gonna show you the Tops! Hope you’re built sturdy you crazy broad” he said, lining himself up to your entrance. You hissed at the painful stretch of his length sliding into you, as wet as you were, it still burned with the way he spread you open. He felt like he had the wind knocked out of him when he slipped in even just half way, you were a tighter fit than any of the girls he fooled around with. “Almost there baby, doing so good for me. Feel so good wrapped around me like this” he complimented, leaning down to kiss you softly and sweetly to distract you from the pain as he tried to fully slip the rest of himself inside you. You both moaned in unison as the last of him slipped inside you, his hips stilled, waiting for your signal that told him he could move. “Doin’ okay, baby doll?” He asked, checking on you to make sure you were okay and not in too much pain. It had certainly been a long while since the last time you had sex. You’d go as far to say that the last time might have been before you were shot in the head. You shook your head yes in reply, scared that your voice might betray you if you tried to speak. “I won’t move until you tell me it’s alright. Wanna make sure I’m making my girl feel just as good, if not better, than she gets me feelin’, dig?” He responded, making you bite your lip as you tested a roll of your hips to feel if it was okay for him to move. He took that as his sign, but just to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt you, he slowly slipped nearly out of you completely before slowly working his way back in. He watched as you laid your head back against his pillows, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss as you covered your mouth to keep you from moaning too loud. He wasn’t having that. “None of that baby, I wanna hear you. Wanna hear how good I make you feel” he replied, pulling your hand from your mouth and testing another thrust, making you moan in response. “That’s it baby, you moan so pretty for me. Love hearing you” he said, starting to set a slow but nice pace, enjoying being able to watch your expressions and the way your breasts bounced with his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours from beside you, pulling it up by your head and intertwining his fingers with yours as a sweet show of compassion. You smiled up at him, feeling him lean forward to close the gap between you before his lips connected with yours once more. It was gentle yet passionate, just like before. Your free hand traversed the expanse of his back, needing to feel every inch of him you could against your own skin. It was intimate, intimate in a way he hadn’t been in quite a long time. One could even say there was love put into it with the way he cared for you. You weren’t just any run-of-the-mill broad, and this certainly wasn’t just any night in the sack for him, no. He wanted to show you how much he meant it when he said all the things he did, how much he cared for you and wanted you. He wanted to make it apparent that he wasn’t fucking you, he was making love to you. And that wasn’t something he did with just anybody.

He felt your legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close to you. He groaned at the feeling, how your legs pulling him into you made him hit deeper inside, pulling a delighted moan from you. “You play a dangerous game there baby doll” he said playfully, making you giggle and bite your lip as you looked up at him. “Maybe it’s a gamble I’m willing to take, sugar” you said, and it was mighty tempting for sure, a thought that grew more and more enticing the closer he was to reaching his end. “Benny…” you moaned breathlessly as you felt him nudge your sweet spot inside, making you keen and dig your nails into his back each time he hit it. “That the spot baby?” He asked, making sure to angle his hips where he would be able to hit it repeatedly, even with his slower pace. “Yes…fuck, just like that honey. Feels so good” you replied, looking up at him with your brows furrowed and lips parted as your moans filled the room like a sinful symphony. His lips trailed down to your neck, littering your neck and chest with kisses and playful nips at your soft skin. “Fuck baby…feels like this pretty cunt was made just for me with the way you’re huggin’ me all nice” he said through a groan. “Just for you baby” you replied, feeling the coil in your stomach growing tight. The mixed melody of your shared moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the suite. With the way the bed seemed to creak and squeal beneath you in time with the movements of your bodies, you wondered if anyone in passing could hear what was going on behind closed doors. “So close Benny…please, don’t stop” you pleaded, looking up at him, watching the way his eyes drank you in beneath him like this. “Cum for me baby, wanna see that pretty face all twisted up in pleasure” he encouraged, using his free hand to slip between your bodies, rubbing gentle circles against your clit.

It wasn’t long before stars filled your vision, sending your back arching from the mattress as you tipped over the edge into sweet bliss. Your nails of your one hand dug into his back, your other gripping his hand, that still lay entwined in yours, tightly as you cried out his name. You couldn’t care less about those who may have heard you in passing, all that mattered to you right now was this moment, spent with Benny. He wasn’t far behind you, pulling himself from you to spill all over your stomach with a groan. You giggled as he collapsed next to you, but not before grabbing something to help clean you both up. You turned and looked to him with a dreamy smile plastered to your face. “That was a nice bit of hey-hey girly. You’re a real ring-a-ding broad” he said, making you laugh at his compliment. “Not so bad yourself, handsome” you replied through your grin, feeling his hand come to rest along your hip as you both settled in beneath the covers. “Did ya really mean it when you say you dig me, baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t just something said in the heat of the moment, and that if it was he could properly detach his heart and move on. He wasn’t usually the type of man to show his hand, but now all his cards were out on the table for you to see. He wanted to be sure he hadn’t mistaken your words. “Of course I meant it, Benny. I ain’t a fink” you replied, your hand coming to rest against his cheek softly, your thumb rubbing his skin gently. His hand came up to rest against yours, smiling back at you. “I know you aren’t. I can always rely on you to be real with me, just makin’ sure I’m not betting a losing hand” he said, making you scoot closer to him. “Far from it. So long as you’re the cuddling type, and that this ain’t a one time thing, I’m here to stay” you replied, making him chuckle. “I’d be a dunce to quit you, baby. You’re as addicting as a gambler chasing the high of a winning streak” he complimented, making you giggle as your faces rested rather close to each other now. You smiled as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. “What’dya say we give this a shot, you and me? Be my dame” He asked, and you couldn’t have been more delighted by the idea. “I’d like that” you answered softly with a smile, your eyes flickering between his and his lips, making him smile happily at your answer. “Yeah? You’d be mine, honey baby?” He asked. “About time you asked me, we’ve been dancin’ around each other for long enough. Don’t you think?” You asked, making him chuckle as he leaned in to kiss you. “See that right there? That’s what I like about you. I knew I made the right call” he said into your kiss, making you giggle once more. “Good. Now hush up and kiss me, would you?” You said playfully, making him hum in amusement as he kissed you like it was his last day he’d ever have by your side.

As you both pulled away for air, he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes as he looked at you, feeling his chest grow warm with joy. Finally, he no longer had to worry about the way he felt, or wonder if you felt the same. He had you, and you had him, and to Benny that was the way he felt it should be. Like this, all felt right in the world. When he laid here in your arms, head resting against your chest, he felt at peace. He only hoped he could do the same for you. “Hold me, will ya? I swear you wore me out” he said, breaking the peaceful silence and making you giggle as your arms wrapped around him, your fingers carding through his dark hair. He let out a sound of contentment as you did, making you smile happily as you continued until you too fell blissfully asleep.

It was earlier that next morning, about the normal time the chairmen would meet up to discuss plans and all things business for the day. Swank, who normally stopped by your room to have someone by his side to talk to for the trip up to the thirteenth floor to Benny’s suite, was left rather confused when you hadn’t answered his knocks at your door. Normally you were either already out the door and waiting on him, or you’d be out the door the moment he knocked. He’d tried for a good ten minutes to get to you. He stood outside your door knocking at least five or six times, not knowing that you weren’t inside your room before finally giving up. He assumed you were either dead asleep and going to be chewed out by Benny later for being late, or up and there already and for some reason decided not to wait for him. Needless to say, it came as a bit of a shock when Swank knocked on Benny’s door, came inside, and didn’t already see you sitting there. Where were you? Had Benny sent you out for a personal errand maybe? Something didn’t feel right. “What can I pour you to drink, baby?” Benny asked as you were still in the bathroom, leaving Swank confused. He must have invited another girl up to his room, something he hadn’t done in a few months now that he came to think about it. You gave a chuckle, and soon his question about where you were was answered. “Interesting way to start off the morning, sugar. I can think of a far better way to start it than liquor could” you said suggestively, completely unaware of the added person in the room and only earning a chuckle from Benny in return. Swank watched as you walked out from the connected bathroom in nothing more than Benny’s dress shirt that looked as if it nearly swallowed you whole, clearly just fresh out of the shower. It was as you were drying your hair with a towel when you padded into the room to see Swank sitting in the chair across from Benny, leaving you wide eyed in surprise and red in the face. “Shit, Benny! You didn’t tell me you were having the meeting now!” You said, and both Benny and Swank gave a laugh from seeing you so flustered. “Busted. Now I know why I didn’t get an answer when I knocked on your door earlier” Swank said with a grin, eyeing the hickies adorning your neck that gave away what you were up to last night. His eyes soon dragged to the exposed skin of your legs, before coming back up and delighting in the slight peek of cleavage from the dress shirt you were wearing. His eyes soon came to the few hickies that seemed to peek from Benny’s collar, further answering his suspicions. “Warn a girl next time, would ya?” You asked, tossing your towel at the back of Benny’s chair before going back into the bathroom to change into your uniform and hopefully hide your embarrassment. “Have to say, rather jealous of you Ben-man. Been chasing her for a while. She seems like the real deal” Swank said after blowing his cigarette smoke out after a drag of it. “I take it you two had an…eventful night last night from the looks of it” he added, Benny chuckled with a grin that told Swank all he needed to know. “You sly dog you” he replied with a grin of his own and a laugh as he poured himself a drink. Once you stepped back out, this time in uniform, you made yourself a drink before sitting next to Benny, a dusting of red still lingering on your cheeks from embarrassment. “Been wondering why you’ve been holding off on your monthly flavors the past few months there Benny, guess I know why” Swank spoke, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction before taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t sound so jealous Swank, the girls over at Gomorrah got you wrapped around their pretty little pinky” you bit back playfully. “He’s just mad I stole a prime article from right under him” Benny teased back, making Swank laugh. “Well unless you’re just here to cock-block me from having a good morning, I suggest we get this meeting started” you spoke, making Swank grin at your sass being thrown his way as business ensued. But not to worry, you and Benny had your share of fun once you were alone again.

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[sharkssharpteeth]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ Fallout ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

“Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now - Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave”

- “Wagon Wheel” by Old Crow Medicine Show

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Featured Characters:

Craig Boone (NV)

Caesar (NV)

Paladin Danse (4)

Deacon (4)

Porter Gage (4)

Arcade Israel Gannon (NV)

Preston Garvey (4)

Benny Gecko (NV)

Joshua Graham (NV)

Vulpes Inculta (NV)

The King (NV)

Robert Joseph MacCready (4)

Mason (4)

Arthur Maxson (4)

Pacer (NV)

Sturges (4)

Swank (NV)

X6-88 (4)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Tag Guide:

Fluff - ☀️

Angst - 🌧️

Smut - 🍒

Triggering content - 🔪

Ship - 🚢

Non-Ship - 🧊

One-Sided - 🥀

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Get to know the character

N/A

Headcanons

Caesar’s NSFW Headcanons🍒🔪🧊

Reactions

N/A

Drabble

Home - Arcade Gannon x Benny Gecko☀️🚢

Threads

N/A

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #craig boone #Paladin Danse #deacon fo4 #porter gage #arcade Gannon #preston garvey #Benny gecko #Joshua Graham #Vulpes inculta #the king #robert joseph maccready #Mason fo4 #arthur maxson #pacer fnv #Caesar fnv #sturges fo4 #swank fnv #x6 88 #fandom ships #fanfic #drabble #headcanons

[falloutwithmegirlypop]

Request rules

Hi, FWMGP here. I’ve loved the fallout series since its debut, and I think it’s time I put my skills to work. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to write everyone requests, but I’ll sure try. No Smut (for now) but slight spice is all good. Ageless blogs please leave, 17+ only.

Characters

✨My faves✨

Show

Chet 💛💙

Lucy 🥺🥺💙💛

Maximus ⚔️🛡️

Thaddeus 🤴

Norm 👾📀

Game

Travis miles (Love him) 🥺❤️❤️

Nick Valentine 🤖🕵️❤️

Preston Garvey 🤠

Piper 📝

Benny Gecko 🔪🔪🔫

🖐️other characters🖐️

Cooper Howard

The ghoul

The raiders

The brotherhood of steel

Moldaver

Siggi witzig

Steph

Barb

Handy

Potentially other characters( put in request)

Readers

Only x readers, but poly including reader is ok.

Any kind of reader, please put preference in ask, specifics are ok. Don’t be afraid to ask. I write MxM FxF MxF etc, but I’m best at Female and male as-well as female and female.

Rules

No gross stuff

No incest

No generally upsetting kinks

No under age

Absolutely no bestiality

Dub con in certain places is ok, but no non-con.

Current requests

In progress:

Chet x fem reader

Next:

Fallout Max x reader

Chet x reader getting married

Chet fluff headcannons

Ghoul!Thaddeus x reader

Done:

Norm x unenthusiastic reader

Please ignore any grammar mistakes, I have shaky hands.

#fallout chet x reader #norm maclean x reader #thaddeus x reader #norm x reader #maximus x reader #fallout maximus x reader #fallout #fallout 2 #fallout 4 #fallout ghouls x reader #fallout show #x reader #reader #chet #the ghoul #moldaver #Thaddeus #fallout x reader #travis miles x reader #fallout travis miles x reader #preston garvey x reader #fallout 4 x reader #nick valentine #nick valentine x reader #preston garvey #travis miles #Chet x reader #fallout x you #fallout new vegas #Benny gecko x reader

[ecoamerica]

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[jt-artsandfics]

List of fandoms I write for.

Rules: I'm pretty lenient with what I write I'm happy to do alot but these are what I won't write

I do not:

write characters under 18

Non Con, Rape, under age

Abuse

Will write:

Smut/nsfw

Gore

Pretty much anything that isn't in the will not write.

Character inserts

Ships( they are down below that characters)

Stranger things

(not the kids I don't write for them)

Characters:

Steve harrington

Eddie munson

Nancy wheeler

Robin Buckley (x fem only)

Argyle

Jonathan byers

Henry/001

Billy hargrove

Ships: steddie, ronance, Jagyle, harrigrove(on thin ice)

Star wars

(All media games/shows and movies)

Characters: all and any if you find one o won't do I'll let you know but pretty much any star wars character clones, bad batch, mando, OGs, Prequel, sequels, any star wars one I'll try and do I just haven't seen Andor yet (please be patient if it's anyone from that)

Resident evil games

Characters:

Leon Kennedy

Wesker

Ethan winters

Karl Heisenberg

LADY D

Ships: lady d x Ethan, Ethan x Karl. (Cute family Ethan and Rose)

Dead by daylight

+ (movie slashers from dbd in there franchises)

Characters:

All characters in dead by daylight slashers and survivors this includes characters from movie/ game and TV series

Fallout 3, NV, 4

Characters:

Charon

Butch deloria

The king

Benny gecko

Joshua Graham

Vulpes inculta

Nick valentine

John Hancock

Danse

Porter gage

Skyrim

Characters:

Followers in game

Miraak

Serena

Thalmor agents ancano and such

Daedric princes

Dark borhterhood members

Thieves guild members

+ ( lucien lachance oblivion)

Mortal kombat

(I'm trying to get back into writing MK)

Characters: I'll try and write who I can if I can't I will let you know.

The Arcana

Characters: all romance options in game

Lost boys

(I love my vampire boys)

Characters:

Dwyane

Marko

Paul

David

Dragon Age Origins, 2, Inquisition

Characters: all followers from each game

+ krem

Dorian is (male on insert)

Sera is (fem only insert)

Monster boyfriend or Girlfriend of your own design and I'll draw them up too

#star wars #star wars clone wars #nick valentine #Joshua graham #dragon age #skyrim #stranger things #fallout #lost boys #monster

[seafcamchild]

***

Every time I open fallout New Vegas, I get the urge to start a blog for Benny Gecko and talk like a gambler who’s having a stroke.

#ooc #//like ‘Shake those Charlies for the Benman’ is SUCH A RIDICULOUS LINE #//I COULD NEVER WRITE SMUT WITH BENNY GECKO #//honestly he deserved more screen time in the game he was the single most important character in the game aside from the courier

[flashgloria]

The Morning After

So here’s some stuff

My ao3

Benny/Female Courier

Benny couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. Sure he had done a lot of dumb shit in his life but sleeping with the courier, someone who until a few hours ago he imagined rotting in a shallow grave, took the cake. He was still in bed, looking down at the dame who was snuggled up against him, her head and arm felt hot on his chest as if they were trying to burn his skin right off. Slowly, as not to wake her, he tucked a stray hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on the scar that reminded him of what he had to do next. I’ll get it right this time, he thought to himself.

The courier shifted and turned away from him, giving him a nice look at her back. There were three long, wide scars that jagged their way under her ribcage. He had felt them plenty of times earlier but only now that he had a clear view of them did he realize what they were from. Back in his tribal days he had seen wounds like this every so often but only on corpses. She had fought a deathclaw and lived. As much as he would love to hear that story he knew he couldn’t let her get away again. He carefully got out of the bed to reach for his jacket, reaching in to pull out Maria. Sighing, he aimed the barrel at the back of her head.

“It’s been fun, kid,” his finger started squeezing the trigger but stopped when she rolled over so now he was looking at her face. Fuck. The last time he shot her had been in the face and that didn’t work out so well. He thought about the look she had given him right before he shot her, how before she had been completely stoic, but in that final moment he could see her starting to say please. He didn’t like thinking about it and if he was completely honest with himself a part of him had been relieved to see her alive. The stupid part of him anyways.

“Shit,” he turned around, running a hand through his hair. Looking down at where her crumpled clothing lay he noticed a bump in the fabric. He bent down to inspect it, finding a small hand gun hidden in the folds. He laughed humorlessly to himself. This really was the stupidest thing he had done. How many times had she had the chance to kill him last night? Had she planned on waking up before him and doing him in like he was about to do her? More importantly why hadn’t she killed him as soon as they were alone together? He stood back up, more determined this time, aimed, and….

“God fucking damn it,” Benny lowered the gun, “What’d you do to me, Pussycat?”

#fallout new vegas #benny #female courier #benny gecko #fanfic #fallout #this is the first fic i've uploaded to here or ao3 #it's dumb and self indulgent #but i thought i'd share #not smut #i hope you like it #my stuff

[scaredyplane]

Name: Billy

Age: 28

Basics :

Preferred pronouns: he/him

Sexuality:  homosexual

Zodiac sign: Libra

Taken or single: Single

Three facts:

1). I own the world's clingiest cat

2). I play about 6 DnD games per week

3). I'm terrified of flights but am okay on planes

Experience:

How’d you start: Deviantart chat and MSN

MUSE  PREFERENCES :

Female or male: Male for sure, I've always had a preference for male muses even before transitioning

Favourite face: I’m going to assume this means muse??? Lol I'll take it as that. I'm gonna say Wheezy, he's kinda legendary.

Least favourite face: They are like my children, I couldn't choose a least favourite. Also Benny Gecko.

Writing  preferences:

Fluff, angst or smut: I love all three!

Plots or memes: Memes, but I do enjoy plots.

tagged by: I stole this from @gamblealife

tagging: Steal it >:^3

#out of cigars #about billy

[downwiththeficness]

In the Bond-Chapter 17

Summary: Lilah often wished she’d never said yes to working with the Gecko brothers—usually while dodging gunfire. At no time was she regretting that decision more than when she’s hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring down a group of hungry culebras and one (1) extremely powerful sun god.

Word Count: ~7,500

Warnings: Blood drinking, smut, drug mention, heavy drinking

A/N: This is an AU of my Story In the Blood, which can be read here. Basically, this fic explores what would have happened if Lilah had met up with Geckos before she met Brasa.

Taglist: @symbiont13  

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Lilah made a mental note to ask Brasa where the fuck he purchased his mattresses from—no, she’d have to ask Javier. She would bet an absolutely huge amount of money that Javier had been the one to pick out the bed and all its accouterments. It screamed luxurious comfort, molding around her and lulling her into some of the best sleep of her life.

Stretching her legs, toes pointed, she drew in a Brasa scented breath, his body warm and comforting against her back. He was wrapped around her, arm thrown over her waist, leg pushed between hers. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, ruffling the hair that had fallen out of her high bun.

The room was completely dark—he’d turned off the nightlight before sliding into bed with her. Lilah couldn’t see anything, not even her hand laying a few inches from her face. It made the waking slow and lazy, made her want to snuggle down deep into Brasa’s arms and tip effortlessly back into sleep.

It was the bond that kept her conscious. It rumbled at the back of her mind, wide open. Lilah turned her attention to it, physically rotating her chin up a bit towards the ceiling. He was content. She could feel that. He was also...restless. His presence simmered along the bond, like a big cat pacing in its cage. It was the Benny situation, she had no doubt. Lilah knew it was going to come to a head soon. She also knew that there would be unavoidable bloodshed.

She prodded at him, made an attempt to reach out and soothe. At her back, his breath was still slow, even—unconscious, he reached for her. The bond flared up, heat burning through her mind and wrapping solidly around her body. Lilah’s breath caught and she bit her lip, that hot feeling settling low in her core.

Resisting the urge to roll her hips back against him, Lilah tried to squeeze her legs together to put some pressure on her folds. She met the barrier of his thigh, the muscle flexing in reaction to her movement. Lilah froze, listening to see if he was waking...No, his breath remained steady, though his arm tightened around her waist. She felt his fingers spasm against her belly before relaxing.

Once assured that he was resting peacefully, Lilah reached out again for the bond, mentally touching along its length until got to the very center of it. Like Brasa, it burned pleasantly, a heavy thing that was both ephemeral and solid.

Letting it settle around her, Lilah dipped down inside, letting the pleasure rush over her. It was...fizzy. Like a million bubbles all over her body, more than a tickle and less than a kiss. She felt her mouth spread wide in a smile even as her heart picked up, pumping blood into her muscles. The fogginess of a slow waking was gone, leaving her alert and focused.

So deeply immersed in the bond, Lilah didn’t quite catch when he began to stir, didn’t even notice he was awake until he groaned into the meat of her shoulder. Her eyes flew open with a little gasp. When she tried to turn over, he stopped her, his chest arching up to anchor her in place.

Lilah stilled, waiting.

His mouth pressed to her shoulder even as his arm wiggled underneath her body to pull her even closer. Lilah sighed into the motion, reaching back to trail her fingers up the line of his jaw and into his hair. He buried his face into her neck, the scratch of his stubble adding sensation. She could feel his growing erection pressed intimately against her ass.

Across the bond, his arousal echoed, vibrating with more and more intensity until it resonated so deeply that, even if she could see, Lilah would be blinded by it. Her throat worked around a moan, her hand pulling at his hair. He loosed a snarl, and she could hear his teeth clack together, as if he’d snapped his jaw shut.

Lilah loosened her grip, “I’m sorry.”

His hand was immediately covering hers, “No, no, its okay. I like it.”

She wasn’t too proud to admit that it took several seconds for her to process that statement, “Okay. I can keep that in mind, if you want.”

His body relaxed, all the tension melting out of his limbs. Lilah rubbed the forearm braced across her waist, the fingers in his hair playing with an errant curl. He traced down her body with a firm hand, squeezing her hip, thumb circling. The question that asked what he was thinking about was braced on her tongue, cut off when he laid his forehead against the back of her neck.

He rolled her ever so slightly, so that half her weight was leaning against his chest. Hands skimmed her skin, situating her however he liked. He cupped a breast lazily, rested his palm on her inner thigh. She let herself be held, let his fingers move sporadically over her, stoking the fire that was already simmering.

His voice was choked with gravel when he asked, “Can I feed from you?”

Lilah was nodding before he’d even finished the question,  baring her neck to him. A pleased hum rolled heavily against her as he nosed the skin, tongue tasting at the flesh behind her ear. He paused for a brief moment, taking his time in choosing the location of his bite.

Lilah squirmed, the anticipation winding down her spine. She bit her lip to keep the encouraging whine at bay only to yelp when his teeth dug in. Abashed, she huffed a nervous laugh, unable to catch her breath as he deepened the bite. Eyes shut, body shaking, Lilah felt the venom drip into her veins.

As before, everything came alive from the inside. Lilah’s nervous system fired on all cylinders, her arms and legs kicking out without conscious thought. Growling softly, Brasa rolled, pinning her to the mattress. Though he was immovable above her, his hands were gentle as they held her down.

Easing off the bite, he rasped, “Okay?”

Lilah nodded eagerly, back arching upwards to mold herself to him. She reached back, nails scraping his thigh as she tried to pull him down, to get more of him. Braced on his palm, Brasa grabbed her hand, yanking it up so that she was stretched out. He curled her fingers around the edge of the mattress, holding them firmly. Adjusting his stance, he did the same with the other hand.

She could feel the blood dropping down over the side of her neck. Warm. Sticky. He traced the path with his tongue, sucking fixedly on the wound. Lilah hissed, pain flaring past the ever rising tide of the venom. It made her groan into the pillows, made her roll her hips into the mattress, the fabric abrading her clit. The walls of her pussy clenched, empty.

As he drank, Brasa let more of his weight fall on her, his body laying against her from shoulder blades to knees. Straddling her hips, he gripped beneath her chin, turning her head so that he could get at the line of blood that had rolled over her throat to drip from her chin.

Lilah writhed, unable to keep still. The venom mixed with her body’s natural adrenaline, pushing her to move. Needing to come, she did whatever she could to get enough friction. Brasa moved with her, anticipating every roll and shift. Mouth sucking deliciously at her, he held her on the edge of it, physically pulling her hips up off the bed when her moans grew too needy.

Soon enough, she was pleading with him, words and nonsense syllables falling out of her mouth as her need climbed higher. In an act of pure frustration, she left go of the mattress and shoved her hand down  between her legs, pushing three fingers inside. The glide was smooth, her slick coating them. She groaned, flexing her hand to put more pressure on her clit.

Brasa released his bite, lifting some of his weight from her back to grab at her arm. He pulled firmly, overpowering any resistance. Arm at an awkward angle, Lilah’s gasp melted into a whine as he pulled the digits into his mouth.

She cried out his name, desperately reaching into the bond in an attempt to show him how much she needed him. Wide open, and pulsing with their shared pleasure, it fairly burst as she pushed as much of her want into it. Eyes rolling back, Lilah’s jaw went slack, the feelings overwhelming every sense.

Above her, Brasa tensed with a harsh, inhuman sound. Her fingers slipped from his lips as he fell upon her, fangs digging into the wound he’d made. Lilah screamed into the pillow, unable to separate the pain and pleasure that were twining together into nothing but visceral sensation.

He ground his cock against her, and she could feel him leaking onto the small of her back. The angle in which he was arched over her made working him inside her nearly impossible. Lilah tried to get her knees beneath her, tried to push up into him. Fuck, he was too heavy, too focused on the bite.

The sheets beneath her were saturated with blood, sex, and sweat, her body pouring them out as easy as breathing. Brasa wrapped an arm across her chest, mouth pulling from her skin with a sharp grunt. He curled one hand around her hip and finally, finally, let his hips shift downwards so that his cock rubbed against her folds.

Lilah’s head tipped back, and she opened her legs as far as she could between the powerful thighs that were keeping her in place. Brasa pressed his cheek into her shoulder blade, moaning as he dipped into the wet slick of her cunt. The fit was tight, the position keeping her from opening wide enough to accept him readily.

The first thrust was achingly slow, until he nestled against her thighs and ass. Lilah felt her whole body relax into it with something like relief. He pulled out with that same, aching slowness. The second thrust, when it came, was very unlike the first. He snapped his hips hard, grunting with the effort. His cock hit a place inside her that forced all the air out of her, a high pitched squeal punching unchecked from her throat.

Brasa stopped, and she could feel him thinking. The thumb on her hip rubbed at her skin in what might have been a soothing gesture if the rest of his hand wasn’t flexing hard enough that she was definitely going to have a bruise later. He hesitated long enough that she worried he might not move again.

“Please, please,” she whined, reaching back to dig her nails into the swell of his ass.

He rumbled deeply, and his hips snapped forward. Hard. Again, and again, he fucked into her, steadily losing any sense of control he might have once had. Lilah rejoiced in it, words of husky praise filling the minuscule space between them.

The orgasm was unlike any she’d ever experienced. High on the venom he’d pumped into her, aroused beyond anything in memory, Lilah felt everything below the waist lock down.  Her pussy pulsed hard, dragging him along with her until he let out what sounded like a sob against her shoulder. It went on for far too long, wrecking any hope Lilah had of thinking clearly for at least the next hour.

Shaking, Brasa eased out of her with a hiss. His palm floating up the length of her spine to settle at the back of her neck. He massaged gently for a moment, then he was gone.

Completely.

Lilah, to be fair, was barely aware of anything but her still fluttering folds, her mouth open as she tried to catch her breath. The bed grew rapidly cold, the damp sheets sticking to her skin. In the moment, Lilah couldn’t bring herself to care. That was a problem for Lilah five minutes from now.

The light of the bedside lamp clicked on. She could see the dim glow even with her eyes closed. Warm hands turned her gently to her back. Lilah rolled willingly, her limbs following limply. When she cracked her eyes open to look at him, she was startled at the amount of blood smeared over his mouth and neck.

Too tired to be self conscious about what she might look like, Lilah watched him with a half lidded gaze as he piled pillows up on the headboard. Bracing himself with a knee on the mattress, he reached underneath her and hauled her up to lay against them in a casual show of strength. She had just enough energy to smile as he laid her arms across her stomach.

Then, he leaned over her and grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the nightstand, opening it and tossing the cap on the bed. Hand at the back of her head, he helped her sip at it until she’d drank about half. By then, Lilah had regained the use of her arms and legs.

She touched his cheek, thumb rubbing at the dried blood, “I’m okay.”

He stared at her, unblinking. Then, nodded, “Do you still hurt?”

She took stock of her body. Her neck throbbed a bit, there was a strain in her legs and lower back, but she was otherwise feeling alright.

“I could use a shower,” Lilah prompted, when she noticed the tug of dried blood on her chest.

Brasa gave a curt nod and helped her to the edge of the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet while he started the water. Lilah rolled her eyes affectionately, grabbing at the towel bar and pulling herself to standing. Her legs were a little shaky, but she held her weight.

The water was blessedly hot as Brasa washed her, taking time to examine his bite to ensure that it was closed. Lilah didn’t miss the little smug smirk on his mouth as he looked it over. She pointedly did not comment.

When they were both clean, he bundled her in a thick robe and led her to sit on a cedar chest at the bottom of the bed.

“Finish this,” he directed as he handed her the Gatorade.

Lilah drank slowly, watching as he changed the sheets, noting that he had a waterproof mattress protector that was now stained pink. He pulled them all off, tossing them near the door before heading to the closet and getting out a new set.

She was half asleep by the time he finished, the empty bottle set carelessly beside her. Her vision swam as he knelt before her, his hand tilting her face down.

“You are near fainting,” he whispered, “Let me help you.”

Through the haze of her exhaustion, Lilah didn’t see him bite into his wrist. She only felt him cradle the back of her head, the warmth of his blood spilling over her lips.

“More than a mouthful,” Brasa directed against her temple.

She took it.

Lilah barely noticed him helping her to stand, tugging off the robe, and depositing her back into the bed. Naked, her skin laying comfortably against his, Lilah drifted.

The second waking was definitely not as good as the first. Her head ached, her body ached, and she was alone. Lilah rolled from the bed and stumbled through most of her morning routine, pulling on an over-sized shirt. Then, she blearily made her way to the door and opened it.

She thought halfheartedly about going to the kitchen and making some food, but her curious mind turned her head left and she looked down a previously unexplored part of the house. The hallway was not lit, but she spied a light switch not far away. With her forefinger, she flicked it on.

It was a hallway. Tastefully painted, but bare in the way the rest of the house was bare. At the far end were two doors, situated on opposite sides. She moved towards them and tested the knob to the door on the right. It was locked. The door on the left, however, swung open easily.

The room was dark beyond. Lilah peered in, feeling around on the wall for a switch. She found it, and when the lights came on, Lilah almost wished she hadn’t. The room was large, the walls all carved directly into the rock. In the center was a rounded pool that she recognized.

Lilah had kind of thought that the pool of blood was part of her dream, that it had been created by an overactive imagination. This was not the case. She hadn’t dreamt it. She hadn’t made it up.

Swallowing back bile, Lilah walked to the edge. It was as she remembered. Thick, opaque, and utterly still, the pool of blood sat silently in a too warm room. Dropping to a knee, she was irrationally tempted to reach down and dip her hand in it.

Mouth curling, she stood, spying the showers at the far side of the room. Mind tracing back to the dream-slash-memory of being pinned to the wall, Lilah stood and turned. Brasa was leaning against the door jamb, arms folded loosely across his chest. He’d donned a pair of sweatpants, the rest of his body bare. His hair was mussed, and she could see the shadow of stubble along his jaw.

“It is a healing pool,” he answered her unspoken question, “We use them when we’re gravely injured. It speeds up the process of getting back to normal.”

Lilah looked down at the pool and back to him, “How do you keep it from coagulating?”

Brasa loosed a soft laugh, “We filter it, feed in a cocktail of chemicals.”

“Very scientific,” she replied, moving towards him.

He shrugged, reaching for her and pulling her into his body, “I’m sure it is.” Then, “I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” When Lilah hummed in question, he continued, “I’d like for you to meet some of my people. Let me introduce you.”

Lilah stared at him, trying to discern his meaning, “Like, how?”

“There is a tradition. A communal meal, of sorts.”

She tried to process it, tried to understand what he was saying without actually saying it. There were a lot of ritualistic practices that culebras engaged in for various reasons throughout the year. It was common practice to sacrifice a human, drain all their blood, and feed from the same troth. Lilah desperately hoped this wasn’t one of those rituals.

“What kind of meal?”

Brasa tugged her into the hallway, closing the door behind them, “Javier has taken the time to procure several dozen donors. I plan to host a small gathering and offer their donation to the group.”

She followed him towards the living room, noting that a rolling wardrobe had arrived, “And you want to introduce me to them during the gathering?”

“Yes,” he pronounced confidently, though she could see the strain in his placid expression.

Lilah eyed the wardrobe, making a few deductions, “Introduce me as what?”

His gaze was level, straight-forward, “As my bondmate—you’ve already claimed the title back in the caves. I wish to make it...official.”

She couldn’t help the small smile that moved reflexively over her lips, “And you’ve had Javier pick out a few outfits for the occasion.”

Brasa followed her gesture toward the wardrobe, “I thought it would be best, given the short notice.”

“You thought right.” Lilah looked at it skeptically, “How long do I have to get ready?”

He rolled a shoulder, “The ceremony isn’t until this evening. You have time.”

***

Lilah had been in more than her fair share of high pressure situations. She had faced police, guns, car chases, and on one occasion a very irate moose. But, in this moment, Lilah would very much like to be facing down the moose. At least with the moose, Lilah was pretty sure she’d survive the encounter with some dignity.

She gave herself another once over. Lilah had to admit that Javier had done a fantastic job of picking a selection of dresses for the occasion. It had taken actually trying on every one of the ten garments to whittle them down to the gold sequinned number. Cut at the mid-thigh, it was, perhaps, at bit sexier than strictly called for. But, she thought the high neck and long sleeves balanced it nicely.

Giving her hair a final fluff, Lilah stepped into a pair of understated heels and left the bathroom. The little room tucked behind the bar glowed warmly in the lamplight. She took it in. The door to Brasa’s private office was ajar, the area beyond dark. The bed was made and hadn’t been slept in since he’d brought her home—to his actual home. Buried deep in the rock, a little oasis in the desert.

They’d had to load the wardrobe into the SUV and haul ass across the desert due to—she was going to call it ‘distraction’. Lilah still felt her face and neck heat up when she thought about how easily he’d kissed her senseless, how she hadn’t even managed to get free of her shirt before he was sliding home and fucking her into no less than two orgasms. Then, he’d carried her to bed and started all over again.

Not for the first time, she wondered at how much her life had changed—a total shift in direction that should have left her confused and disoriented. Brasa had become her touchstone, had used whatever gravity inherent in the bond to anchor her down. Every step of the way, he’d been there, ready to act if she needed. She had only to reach out to him, to ask. Lilah wished she had figured that out sooner.

Taking a fortifying breath, she turned off the lights and headed to Brasa’s public office where she knew he and Javier were waiting. Her heels clicked loudly on the stone. The rhythm was sharp, projecting strength and power that she didn’t quite feel. Projection would have to be enough, for now.

As she expected, Brasa and Javier were waiting for her. What she didn’t expect was to find them laughing. Brasa was doubled over, Javier leaning heavily on his cane. Lilah was so used to seeing Brasa interacting with Javier during times of stress and crisis. It was easy to forget that they had very likely been friends for a long time—that their working relationship was also a tightly woven friendship.

Standing at the threshold of the hidden door, she let herself observe from a distance. Lilah loved to see his smile. She was getting to see it more and more frequently, a fact for which she was grateful.

He noticed her too soon, caught between one breath and the next. Straightening, Brasa took a step toward her and held out his hand. She approached with measured steps, giving him time to take a long look. This was an important day for Brasa. She wanted to make him proud.

“You look beautiful,” this came from Javier, who was casting her a respectfully appraising glance.

Lilah smiled and thanked him, her eyes returning to Brasa. He hadn’t said anything, and the feeling of the leather between their skin was unsettling after...well, after. She straightened her shoulders despite the unease.

Because she couldn’t take the silence, she quipped, “Javier did a good job with the dresses. I should have him pick out my entire wardrobe.”

His mouth turned up in a smile, light glinting in his eye, “As long as you keep the shorts.”

“Deal.”

Javier’s cane clicked against the stone floor, “As much as I would enjoy discussing hemlines and accessories, we have guests.”

Brasa’s smile softened, “Of course.” Then, to her, “Are you ready?”

“To participate in ritual meal sharing with people I’ve never met and be introduced as the partner of their de facto leader? Sure. Never been more ready.”

Shaking his head at the deadpan in her voice, Brasa covered her hand and brought it to his chest, “You will do fine. Javier will be with you when I cannot.”

Rolling her eyes, Lilah stepped up to him, their heights leveled by her heels, “I’m sure it’ll go great.”

He gauged her sincerity for a moment, then nodded and led her by the hand out the side door and down the hall. Lilah recognized the path as the way to the church. She heard voices in the distance, growing louder with every step forward. Lilah focused on the sound of her heels and tried to calm the heavy beat of her heart.

The sound was sucked out of the room as Brasa entered half a step ahead of her. She felt his grip tighten on her hand, though his stride did not falter. A dozen pairs of eyes turned towards them. Lilah braced for the impact of whatever would come next.

Brasa moved with purpose to the front of the room, turning to face the crowd. Lilah kept hold of his hand, but let herself fall back into a submissive stance, partially hiding her body behind him. The curious glances were understandable, not a one looking at her with any kind of malice. She was, however, the only (sort of) human in the room.

It took her a few sentences to realize that he was speaking in Spanish. Lilah had a fair grasp of the language, though was nowhere near fluent. She got the gist, filling in the rest with context clues. He was thanking them for being there, thanking them for their support, thanking them for believing in him. And then he said her name.

A gentle tug ushered her forward. Lilah stood as tall as she could, put as much confidence as she could in her expression, forced her mouth into a soft, serene smile. It took considerable effort to not raise her hand and wave awkwardly at them as their attention focused on her. Nothing about this was normal for her, and she found herself hesitating between every movement or decision.

When he’d finished with the introduction, Brasa glanced at her to check her comfort. She gave him a deferential nod, letting the bond open just enough to project her well being. His expression (and body) warmed, pleased that she was becoming more comfortable with using the connection to communicate with him.

A staff she had seen periodically at the bar brought forward a large copper bowl that sloshed thickly. Lilah swallowed back the instinctual revulsion, knowing that people were watching and judging her every movement. This had to be as natural as breathing for her, as common as sleep.

The bowl was set carefully on the altar, a copper ladle hanging from the lip. Brasa let go of her hand, and Lilah stepped back and to the side. From her periphery, she caught Javier moving to within a few feet of her. He rested both hands on his cane as he observed. She took her cue from him, folding her hands in front of her and watching.

Brasa took the ladle and dipped it into the bowl. He brought it to his lips and took the first sip, then presented the ladle to the group. They clapped, a few let out a cheerful whoop. Lilah felt her shoulders relax in relief. Everything appeared to be going well. Another staff brought out a tray of copper cups that, had they been glass, could have been made for wine.

“He will fill the glasses,” Javier commented lowly, “A representation of how he will provide for them in the future.”

Lilah nodded, saying nothing. Although the ritual was fascinating, there was no way she was going to understand all the nuance that every action conveyed. For now, she was happy stand out of the way and to watch.

Movement at her elbow garnered her attention. She turned to see Javier offering her a similar cup, though this one was filled with fizzy liquid.

“Champagne,” he explained, “for the occasion.”

She took it, giving him a salute, “Thank you.”

“No need,” he waved her away, “It is my honor to serve you.”

Let me serve you.

She’d heard Brasa say something similar several times over. Similar rhythm, similar intent. Lilah cast Javier a long look, then discarded the thought. There would be time to ask about that later.

Brasa filled cup after cup for the group, saying something to each. Lilah looked at their faces, judged their body language. It was clear that they deferred to him, that he was at the peak of the hierarchy. It was also clear that there was no resentment for his position. Everyone in the room looked to be well fed, and grateful for his intervention. Lilah wondered how much he had done that she wasn’t even aware of.

One or two chanced to approach her. They took her hand, eyes cast downward. Lilah, unsure of how to act, took her cues from Brasa. She thanked them for being there and for supporting her bondmate. She smiled as genuinely as she could.

Only one person did Lilah approach on her own—the woman with dark features she recognized from the cave.  She accepted her hand, learning that her name was Naya, and that she had taken a position in marketing.

“I didn’t even realize we had a marketing department,” Lilah commented lightly.

Naya inhaled sharply, her eyes widening, “Its not big—just ten of us—we stay to ourselves.”

Too late, Lilah realized that she given the impression that she was somehow offended. Moved to quickly right the miscommunication, she laid her hand on Naya’s arm, “I’m sure you do. I’d like to see your work sometime.  Maybe we can set up a—a meeting or something.”

“Yes, of course, Lady Lilah.”

Pausing, Lilah nearly choked on her own spit. No one had referred to her by a title, not even the ever judicious Javier. She managed to stop herself from negating it, the words literally bitten back. Yet another change she was going to have to make adjustments for.  

When her champagne ran out, Javier filled her glass from a bottle sitting off to the side. Lilah sipped as slowly as she knew how, trying to pace herself. When every person in the room had a full cup, Brasa made his way over to her, taking her hand and leading her around to give less formal introductions.

There were so many names that she had a hard time keeping track. Brasa knew them all, knew their habits and their loved ones, knew to ask how their latest project or hobby was going. It boggled her that he could keep it all straight in his head when she’d already forgotten nearly everything she’d been told in the last hour or so.

The champagne wasn’t helping. Lilah could feel a good buzz coming on, which would turn into sheer drunkenness if she wasn’t careful. Javier would appear out of nowhere the second her glass got low, bottle in hand. She didn’t know how badly it would be taken if she waved him off, so she just kept letting him though she held it carefully in front of her longer and longer between sips.

Warm from the alcohol and the feeling of her bondmate pressed against her side, Lilah felt fatigue setting in. It took maybe thirty seconds before Brasa felt it, too. He looked over at her, then motioned for Javier, instructing him to walk her to their room. She was subsequently whisked away, a gentle hand on her arm.

Lilah walked with Javier back through to the private room Brasa kept at the bar. She laughed when Javier presented the bottle of champagne, only about a quarter of the way full.

“I plan on finishing that, you know?”

He smiled, “Of course. Might I suggest that you also hydrate.”

“Will do,” Lilah said, giving him half a salute.

When he’d bowed out of the room Lilah scooped up the bottle and sauntered to the private office. Setting the champagne down on a side table, she perused the stacks, one finger tracing over the spines. She took her time picking out a book, and then slouched down into the couch cushions to read.

Lilah had finished the bottle and refilled her cup twice over with water by the time Brasa finally arrived. Lilah could hear him shuffling about, the heaviness in his step as he moved through the room. She set her book aside and sat up, pulling her legs up and underneath her body.

He stood in the doorway, tugging off his gloves, “I thought you might be asleep by now.”

She shrugged, “Felt like getting some reading in, while I had the chance.”

Brasa followed the flick of her hand towards the book sitting on the table next to the empty bottle, “I first read that on a beach in Bali. Have you gotten to the part where Ginger jumps off the cliff?”

Lilah put her hands on her cheeks, gasping, “No, I hadn’t. Spoiler alert!”

He looked so completely off guard and apologetic that her little joke lasted no more than a few seconds before she was laughing.

“Its okay,” she soothed, “I’m past that part already.”

Releasing a steadying breath that ended in a chuckle, Brasa helped her to standing, “The ending is very good. I will look forward to hearing your thoughts on it.”

Arms wrapping around his waist, she murmured, “I’ll be sure to share.”

He held her comfortably for a while, hand splayed on her shoulder blade, fingers swirling. Lilah let herself fall into the rhythm of it, lulled peacefully into silence. The alcohol was settling in nicely, and she knew she would be asleep on her feet, if she let it go on.

With courage brought on by the champagne, Lilah recalled an idea that she’d once had. After about half a second of debate, she looked up at him and said, “I know you just ate, but now might be a good time to explore our idea from the plane.”

Brasa cast her a confused look. Lilah knew that he’d figured it out when his body temperature kicked up hard and the pupils of his eyes blurred into the irises. She smiled.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away so that he could look her in the eye.

“I am.”

It took maybe three seconds for him to consider it, and then he was nodding eagerly. When he began to pull her towards the bedroom, Lilah stopped him.

“Go sit on the bed,” she instructed. “Get comfortable.”

Without hesitation, he turned and did as she asked. Lilah took the extra time to down the last of the water in her cup and tug off her heels. Toes squishing into the plush carpet, Lilah steadied herself. She had a rough plan for what she wanted, but hoped she wouldn’t botch the execution.

When she stepped into the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed. His shoes were sitting on the floor, socks tucked neatly inside. He’d slipped the first few buttons free of his shirt, the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows. Hands resting on his thighs, Brasa watched her intensely, his eyes following every tiny movement.

Lilah walked up to him, cupping his cheeks and kissing him lightly, “Okay?”

He nodded, though the rest of his body remained still. Heat pushed at her, thrumming over her skin and giving her the confidence she needed to take the single step backwards. When his brows drew together, she smirked and gave a little shimmy, inducing a huff of laughter.

Reaching back, Lilah pulled down the zipper of her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting the material fall to the floor. Beneath it was another one of Javier’s purchases. A deep wine lace bra and panty set that fit her perfectly. Lilah had never purchased anything so nice for herself, but she’d buy ten sets if they always got the reaction she was getting now.

He was...entranced. That was the only word for it. Eyes focused and body taut, Brasa took her in hungrily. Across the bond, Lilah could feel how he wanted to move, to take her to the floor and hold her down. It was an instinct that he was resisting mightily, and for that, Lilah credited him.

Game plan.

Moving with conscious effort, Lilah rounded the edge of the bed and climbed on. The mattress gave beneath her, a soft welcome. She crawled up to sit in the center, lifting a hand to him in invitation. He took it, shifting up next to her, his palm running up her arm, over her shoulder, and to the back of her neck. Lilah let him pull her into a kiss.

He pulled away too soon, eyes checking for direction. Lilah pulled him fully onto the bed, traced her hands down his chest and pulling his shirt from his pants. He molded to her hands, going wherever she led him. All the while, the temperature in the room continued to rise.

Drawing him close, Lilah bared her neck to him. Brasa’s lips trailed over the bite he’d made earlier, thumb pressing underneath her chin to tilt her head further to the side. She closed her eyes, and waited.

The bite, when it came, was soft and careful. The bruising from the morning might have healed, but the flesh was warm and sensitive. She hissed, lips pulling back from her teeth, grateful for the numbing of the champagne and the precision of his teeth.

Groaning, Brasa took a long pull, throat working around the swallow. The skin around his mouth tingled, the venom pumping into her veins. Another long pull, and the arm supporting her weight gave out. He followed her down with a harsh groan, hands spanning her waist. Lilah held him to her, arching into his body. The lace rubbed sensuously against her nipples, the feeling intensifying as he cupped both breasts in his hands.

Sighing into the feeling, Lilah pulled at his shirt, reaching down to blindly thumb open the rest of the buttons. He pulled away, covering the wound with his hand to stem off the initial bleeding. Although he’d taken far less than he normally would, Lilah shivered under the onslaught of the venom. It pulsed with every heartbeat, lighting every nerve on fire along the way.

Resting his head on his arm, Brasa studied her face. His mouth was lined in red, fangs peeking out from between his lips. He blinked slowly, eyes glassy.

Lilah touched his cheek, “Okay?”

He laughed softly, taking her hand and kissing her palm, “I’m more than okay. I feel…”

When he didn’t continue, she prodded him lightly with a little kick of her leg. He rolled to his back, hands pushed into his eyes. Lilah had enough time to be worried before he spoke again.

“Warm,” he said. “And fuzzy.”

She smiled, “That’s called a buzz.”

He hummed, running his hands over his hair before turning to regard her lazily, “So that’s what its like.”

“That’s exactly what its like,” she managed around the escalating burn of venom.

At such a low dose, it would wear off in a moment. In the meantime, it sent a little frisson up her spine, “I guess that answers our question.”

Another happy hum, and then he rolled over and atop over, kissing her deeply. She could taste to copper of her own blood on his tongue, could feel his fangs rubbing at her lips. Lilah pulled him closer, wrapping a leg around his waist and undulating against his growing erection.

Growling, Brasa yanked at her underwear, “Off. Now. Naked.”

Inordinately pleased that she’d reduced him to single words, Lilah giggled as he pulled her legs free, wiggling a hand beneath her to unclasp her bra. Both went over the side of the bed without ceremony. He kissed a wet path down the center of her body, hauling both legs over his shoulders. Lilah was completely unprepared for how avidly he licked at her, tongue rubbing heavily through her folds.

“Brasa!” She cried, grabbing at his shoulders.

He gave her no quarter, sinking his fingers into her and ripping an orgasm from her so fast that it, quite frankly, shocked the hell out of her. Lilah barely had a moment to breathe before he was moving up her body, dropping kisses along the way.

Weight falling on her, Brasa kissed over her cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin, hands arranging her so that her thighs were as wide as possible. Her muscles burned, legs shaking with the strain. Lilah scraped her nails down his back, consciously relaxing the grip of her fingers so as to not dig in too deep.

Groaning against her jaw, Brasa licked up the side of her neck, nipping behind her ear. He shifted his weight, and Lilah could tell that he wanted to go down on her again—could feel it through the bond as if he’d said that words aloud.

Maybe later, she thought at him. My turn.

His hands tightened on her hips, but he let her roll him to his back, let her straddle him, let her kiss him until he was moaning into her mouth. Pulling back, Lilah looked him over. Breathing hard, mouth glistening, he was the picture of an aroused, needy male. She smiled.

Leaning down, she kissed him softly, one hand caressing down his chest, ruffling the hair that pointed downward to where he was straining against his fly. With nimble fingers, Lilah opened the placket, pushing the material down. The other hand grasped his wrist and settled his palm against his own cock.

His fingers circled his length moving slowly. Lilah watched him for a few strokes, her forehead against his temple.

“Faster,” she breathed.

He obeyed, air punching out of his lungs, hips circling. The tip leaked over his palm, easing the glide of his fingers. Lilah bit her lip, working hard to keep still even as her cunt pulsed with need. She wanted desperately to sink down on him.

The moment felt too delicate to break. This beautiful man moaning so sweetly beneath her, gasping and fucking up into his hand with growing need. Lilah deliberately set her want aside, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek softly.

“Please,” he rasped, “Please—fuck—need you.”

He tugged at her hips with his free hand, trying to line himself up so that he could pull her down onto him. She almost broke, almost pushed his hand aside and gave him what he wanted. Almost. Instead, Lilah grabbed at the hand on her hip and pushed it into the mattress.  

Licking and biting down his body, Lilah settled between his thighs, tugging his pants the rest of the way off his body. She ran her hands up his legs, massaging gently. The hand on his cock had slowed to a stop, his eyes watching in a glassy haze. Mouth pursed in question, Brasa’s body tightened while he tried to anticipated her next move.

Hands holding his hips, Lilah looked up at him, “Okay?”

He nodded eagerly, releasing the softest, sweetest moan she’d ever heard when she ran her tongue over his length. She licked lightly over the head, drawing it into her mouth to suck. Bobbing down, her lips met his fingers, tongue circling around the digits.

Gently, Lilah pushed them away, using her own hands to stroke what she couldn’t reach with her mouth. He gripped the sheets, hips moving with her, groaning loudly. When she glanced at him, his head was thrown back, the muscles of his chest and arms bulging as he tried to hold on.

Cradling his sack, Lilah relaxed her jaw and pulled him in as deep as she could go. He scrambled for her shoulders, holding his breath. Lilah had about two seconds of warning before the first pulse came. She swallowed down what she could, letting the rest drip down his length and over her hands.

When his body shied away from the stimulation, Lilah lifted off him and sat back, admiring her work. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving with every breath. His shirt was wrinkled, skin taut and damp.

Smiling, Lilah pushed from the bed and went to the bathroom, wetting a towel with hot water. She cleaned him gently, apologizing with every hissed breath. Setting the towel aside, she eased his shirt off his shoulders and dropped it off the side of the bed.

Brasa, having regained his ability to think, pushed back the covers and pulled her into his arms, turning off the light. With the room plunged into darkness, Lilah snuggled against him, soaking up the residual warmth.

She whispered his name, waiting for his answering grunt. Then, she said, “Do you think its different with weed?”

#from dusk til dawn #from dusk til dawn: the series #Brasa #In the Bond

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Title: A Beta to Bring Us Together

Author: GatorGirl2016

Artist: Nienor

Rating: E

Summary: 

Alpha Benny Lafitte and Omega Dean Winchester have been mated for the past four years. During that time, they have been busy building their careers, and their relationship has fallen to the wayside. Now that they have finally reached a comfortable point in their careers, they have a lot more time to spend together. They have quickly realized that their relationship isn’t as perfect as they always thought and have been fighting more and more. Neither wants to lose the other, but they have to admit there is a hole in their relationship. After talking things through, they agree to start looking for a Beta to help fill the void.

Enter Castiel Novak. The minute Dean and Benny read his online profile, the Beta sounds perfect. After a little hiccup, the three men start dating, and everything is going great. Castiel is a perfect middle ground, sharing similar interests of both Dean and Benny. As the three men go on dates and spend time together, they find themselves quickly falling in love. What will happen when Castiel calls to tell Dean and Benny that he’s sorry, but he can’t keep seeing them? Will the three men be able to overcome the secret Castiel has been keeping this whole time, or will it split them up forever?

Warnings/Tags: No Major Archive Warnings Apply, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Benny Lafitte, Beta Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean Winchester, Top Benny Lafitte, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Established Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Chef Benny Lafitte, Veterinarian Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel Has Secrets (Supernatural), Past minor Castiel/Anna, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Boyfriends, Domestic Disputes, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Angst and Feels, Comfort/Angst, Angst and Romance, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Dating, Online Dating, Falling In Love, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Matchmaker Gabriel (Supernatural), Major Original female character, Original Character(s), Minor Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, Leopard Gecko Cuteness, Cute Kids, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Benny (Fallout)/Female Courier, Benny/Courier Characters: Benny (Fallout), Female Courier Additional Tags: there's death. lots of death., lots of gun violence., canon divergent courier, you'll get some tribal benny content., Eventual smut., no beta lmaoooo Series: Part 2 of Eddie Summary:

Eddie has been many things. A daughter, a kidnapped girl, a courier, a fiancee, a dead woman- And eventually, a hero.

(My Tumblr is benny-gecko-official.tumblr.com , this is updated intermittently.)

(two fics in one day? unrealistic, chris)

#benny gecko #benny fallout #benny/courier #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #eddie

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Title: Redamancy ☀️🌧️🍒🚢

Meaning: A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return

Fandom: Pokemon (USUM + XY)

Ships: Guzma/Professor Augustine Sycamore🚢

Summary: After Lysandre’s death, Augustine never thought he’d fall in love again, but here he is, wrapped in the arms of a young Alolan criminal who he took in two years prior.

Completion Status:❌

Title: Running Errands 🍒🔪

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Ships: Jacob Seed/Sharky Boshaw🧊

Summary: Jacob takes Joseph’s advice and tries to help with recruiting those in Faith’s region by politely convincing them, going door to door like some sort of salesman. Things go a bit sideways when he visits Boshaw Manor.

Completion Status:❌

Title: Death By Stoning Doesn’t Sound That Bad 🍒🔪

Fandom: Far Cry 4

Ships: Reggie/Yogi | Donald🚢

Summary: While reminiscing, the two remember how long it’s been since they’ve gotten laid. Ajay isn’t too happy to see them going at it in his parents’ house.

Completion Status:❌

Title: Stitch Me Up ☀️🍒

Fandom: Fallout 4

Ships: Paladin Danse/X6-88🚢

Summary: Danse gets hurt while out on patrol around Sanctuary and X6 helps him get patched up. While they’re spending time together, he seeks to learn more about how different the designs of their bodies are.

Completion Status:❌

Title: Movin’ On And Movin’ Up ☀️🍒

Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas

Ships: Benny Gecko/Swank🚢

Summary: A year after Benny’s kidnapping and the end of Caesar’s Legion, Swank has gotten back into the groove of things. Benny is gone, but there’s still work to be done and he knows that, so he’s moved on as best he can. A mysterious stranger shows up at the Tops one day, asking for Swank. When they grab his tie and try to pull him along with them, he pulls out his gun, but he can’t bring himself to pull the trigger, not after they make eye contact at least.

Completion Status:❌

Title: For Your Entertainment 🌧️🍒🔪

Fandom: Hannibal (NBC)

Ships: Frederick Chilton/Will Graham🚢, Will Graham/Mason Verger🧊, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter🥀

Summary: After hearing the good news that Chilton and Will are together, Mason invites them both over for dinner, curious to learn if this is true or not. He drugs them both and makes Frederick watch him spoil his ‘precious little boy’.

Completion Status:🛃 (3/5 Chapters Complete)

Title: Misdemeanor 🌧️🍒🔪

Fandom: The Quarry

Ships: Travis Hackett/Dylan Leviny🧊, Jacob Custos/Dylan Leviny🚢, Jacob Custos/Travis Hackett🧊

Summary: Before leaving the motel to take their roles as camp counselors for the next two months, Dylan and Jacob decide to have a bit of fun in the backseat of their car. Unfortunately, a cop ends up breaking up the party before it gets to the good part and arresting them… but that’s clearly not the end for these two

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Title: Not Cut Out To Be Prom King ☀️🌧️🍒

Fandom: Until Dawn

Ships: Ashley Brown/Chris Hartley🥀, Chris Hartley/Josh Washington🚢

Summary: Josh is chaperoning at Prom for his sisters. Despite having Ashley as his date, Chris decides to spend his time hanging around his date last year instead. Josh is still up to his usual antics, it’s a good thing Ash only agreed to go with Chris to make another guy she’s into jealous.

Completion Status:🛃

Title: How To Get The Top Dog Howling For You ☀️🍒

Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas

Ships: Arcade Gannon/Benny Gecko🚢

Summary: Arcade is escorted to the presidential suite of the Tops by one of the Chairmen. Apparently his boyfriend is finally ready to relinquish his control to him, and while he might’ve complained before, he certainly isn’t when Benny’s boner is pressed right up against his thigh

Completion Status:❌

Title: Bare And Bathed In Moonlight ☀️

Fandom: The Quarry

Ships: Jacob Custos/Dylan Lenivy🚢

Summary: Dylan and Jacob go skinny dipping in the lake together, they splash around and have fun, but in the end, the moments they share are more innocent than anything… maybe because tonight is the last night at camp

Completion Status:❌

Title: Ghostbusters? More Like Ghost Bustin’ A Nut 🍒

Fandom: The Quarry

Ships: Jacob Custos/Ryan Erzahler🧊, Jacob Custos/Dylan Lenivy🧊, Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy🚢

Summary: Dylan and Ryan are ghost hunters who were called to a house by an older couple dealing with a haunting. What they did not expect was to be faced with an incubus

Completion Status:❌

Title: Puppy Love ☀️🌧️🍒

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves + The Quarry

Ships: Simon Aumar/Dylan Lenivy🚢

Summary: Simon failed a spell and brought Dylan to his world a few months ago, and after spending most of his time with the Lycanthrope, he ended up falling in love with him. Dylan, on the other hand, has basically been in love with him since they met, as he was with Ryan… he just feels guilty for it. Most of the time he spends with Simon he uses to inspire him with music, help him with his spells, or help him with wooing Doric. After she comes out as a lesbian, Dylan tries his best to comfort a now heartbroken Simon

Completion Status:❌

Title: The Royal Ball 🍒

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Ships: Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar🚢

Summary: The kingdom is holding a festival of sorts to celebrate the Prince’s birthday. On this night, the knights are allowed to wear dress attire instead of their armor and mingle with others within their ranks so long as they keep on the lookout for any danger that may arise. On this night, a knight who’s part of Lady Sophina’s Royal Guard comes along with her to protect her, staying close to her side and keeping a watchful eye out should anything arise. When Prince Darvis finds her and begins talking to her, there is no one at her side, but Sir Yendar is soon to return with her drink, bowing to the prince and kissing his hand. It should be no surprise when Edgin finds himself infatuated with the older Omega and attempts to get him to dance with him

Completion Status:🛃

Title: Sugar Sweet 🌧️🍒

Fandom: The Devil In Me + House Of Ashes

Ships: Eric King🧊/Charles Lonnit🥀, Nick Kay/Eric King (Mentioned)

Summary: Eric getting a divorce with Rachel after finding out she was cheating on him with one of his past partners (Nick) fucks Eric up. He ends up getting in a purely sexual relationship with Charles just to make himself a bit less lonely

Completion Status:❌

Title: Bad Dog 🌧️🍒🔪

Fandom: Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II + III

Ships: Phillip Graves/Vladimir Makarov🧊

Summary: Graves is working with Makarov, and after fucking up one too many times, Makarov decides to punish him and make an example of him in front of his men

Completion Status:❌

Title: Thistle With Sharpened Thorns 🌧️🍒

Fandom: Uncharted: Among Thieves + A Thief’s End

Ships: Rafe Adler🧊/Harry Flynn🥀

Summary: Harry has to visit Scotland for a job and asks to stay with Rafe while he’s there since he has plenty of property for them to occupy. Of course it comes at a cost. Rafe clears out the other occupants and makes Rafe pay his due in the Cathedral

Completion Status:❌

Title: A Thousand Years ☀️🍒

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1

Ships: Johnny Cage/Kenshi Takahashi🚢

Summary: Johnny finally comes back home after being away for a few months to direct his new movie and Kenshi is more than happy to have him back home

Completion Status:🛃

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I will not write smut for any minor characters (17 or under) and I will not be making any adjustments to canon ages, if they're a minor, they stay a minor and any requests asking for smut for a minor character will be deleted immediately. Fluff will be all that's tolerated.

Specific characters that I know I will not write for are: Joker, Iron Man, Ciel Phantomhive, Micah Bell, Pearson, Reverend Swanson, Uncle, Lord Lucien, Any Brotherhood of Steel characters, X6-88, Lui Kang, Shinnok, Johnny Cage, Moriarty and Benny Gecko.

Ships I will not write for: Batjokes, Hattercrow, Harley Quinn x Joker, Ironstrange, Captain America x Iron Man, Gradence, Elastigale, Hevelyn, Johnlock, Hannigram, Arthur Morgan x Mary Linton, Benny x Courier 6, Kabal x Stryker.

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The Vault Sexteen End of Year Fic Rec List 2017

because i read a lot of fallout fanfiction in the last five months and i want to justify it

i get into the nitty gritty of Why I Like These Fics So Much because i love explaining things, so i’m shoving this under a cut!

Honesty, Industry, Prudence by meanoldauthor

Slaves of Caesar's Legion are all but invisible. Most use it to avoid punishment, but the clever might turn it to their own gain. A rare few, through a roll of fate, might gain unexpected influence on the Legion itself.

Caesar's Priestesses are the only women held in any regard among the Legion, and even then only as caretakers and nurses to children. A mysterious and select group, their influence seems to go no further than the Temple doors. However, one lucky slave sees beyond the safety and softness of their work--and into a far deeper potential.

a wholly self-contained, character-driven story that takes us through life in the Legion through a woman’s eyes, and also one of the first FNV fics i ever read that captured my interest. i love worldbuilding and i super love when fics explore and build upon established canon and give these worlds their own space to breathe, to take a peek behind the curtain. this fic builds upon the Legion’s lore excellently, weaving a rich tapestry that makes the setting come alive. Aquilina is also a very compelling character with strong motivations, and keeping up with her life was always super interesting.

Qui Sumus by ghostofshe

A deceiver, two frumentarii, and a Courier, betting on the future of the Legion with a stack of mismatched cards and stolen caps.

4 chapters and yet to be finished but i love love love it. the Courier gets replaced by his twin sister and it’s already an intriguing premise but the writing for the characters really sold this fic for me. if you can’t tell, i am a sucker for character-driven stories, but that’s really because the characters are the backbone of a good story, for me - and the ones here are super strong and distinct and are really fun to watch. Cato and Nox and Canus are great, but i also love the depiction of Vulpes Inculta here - here’s a version of him that’s around someone familiar, which is super jarring usually, but what we’ve seen of him so far works for the character in my opinion.

dear hearts and gentle people by cheloniidae

The Courier survives the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Her mother loses her all the same.

the Courier’s exploits told from her family’s point of view - a concept that’s been done before, but this one pulls it off the best, in my opinion. short but bittersweet! all the details about Johanna’s life and her relationship with her family come forward, and her motivations for the events of FNV, which take place off-screen, are at the forefront.

oasis of light by cheloniidae

A late night's work before the war.

(Instead of a family, Robert House has a city.)

if i am a sucker for anything, it’s character studies, and this was an excellent character study for House. it’s under 700 words but it perfectly encapsulates House’s motivations and feelings so well that it made a huge impression on me, and made me think about how i frame the motivations of my own characters.

G, You Look Good To Me by moon_crater & SynthApostate

Razz has a problem. O’Hanrahan is more than happy to help! Cheerfully, annoyingly happy to help. Whether Razz wants him to or not.

this fic is SO CUTE. it’s SO GOOD. minor FNV characters really got to shine in this fic, it has 6 chapters so far and i love every single one of them. it does a fantastic job of setting up the budding relationship between its main pair, their chemistry is so great. they’re finding that they have more in common with each other than they thought - but they also start to appreciate their differences, too. and it’s not just about o’hanrahan & razz, but poindexter and mags have integral roles, too, and their relationship as a whole unit is explored as well. i love how their friendships are slowly but surely developing together.

Here’s to the Losers by moon_crater

Fate decides Benny needs to acquire four-feet-ten inches of mouthy sidekick. Benny disagrees. Too bad he's got no say in the matter.

don’t you love it when characters are kicked down a peg or two or ten? ‘cause i sure do, and this fic hits Benny hard. Benny Gecko, shitty garbage man, has to take care of a smart-mouthed little kid, and it’s beautiful and also amazing. he’s still so obviously Benny, he can smooth-talk his way out of getting killed by raiders but he’s also always looking around every corner for anything that might kick him in the gut or stab him in the neck, and it’s just amplified when he’s in a situation where he has to look out for something other than himself. they got his character down cold and the situation they put him in is a great test of that character. plus, the kid is super funny and a great character in their own right, and i love their interactions! they play off each other super well!

The “Moron” in “Moroni” by TerribleAndSadThings

“Men like Graham do not change, Courier. His loyalty was never to Caesar, but to the war Caesar provided him. His religion is not that of New Canaanites, but that of battle. His god is not of kindness or mercy, but of slaughter.”

first off, THIS COURIER. WHAT A CHARACTER. seeing this Courier that is just a force of nature is so great, and my favorite kind of Courier if i’m being completely honest. just reading the other NPCs try to figure out how this Courier even works is always entertaining. and then there’s his relationship with Joshua Graham, which feels like such a cataclysmic disaster yet feels very very right. this fic has maybe one of my most favorite depictions of Joshua Graham ever.

and that’s not even getting into the SMUT PART

Case File: Vulpes Inculta by RandamHajile & turianosauruswrex

In the year 2299, over a decade and a half since the death of Caesar and the fall of the Legion, we’ve followed two reporters, Delilah Wells of Radio New Vegas and Carlos Rendón of the New Vegas Times, as they’ve come together in the capital city of the Mormon nation of New Deseret to uncover the mystery behind a grave anonymous tip they’ve been given–is Vulpes Inculta, the infamous war criminal said to have been slain in 2282, still alive and free in the Holy City of New Zion? And if so, what sort of danger could he pose, and can he be brought to justice for his heinous crimes? Join us now as the trail goes hot, and the mystery deepens…

now this list is NOT in any particular order BUT... this is the Best fanfic i have ever read this year, bar none. it’s at 2 chapters so far, but don’t be fooled: it’s an epistolary whodunit with loads of journal entries, audio recordings, letters, transcripts, and more to pore through and discover. what i can say here, i already said in the comments for chapter 2:

Words cannot grasp how much I love this fic, but by Jove, I'll try. It's SO GOOD. And wonderfully written and presented, holy crap. It's plain to see how much effort went into making everything look, and it adds so much to the characters and setting: examples that stick out to me are the pristine, color-printed recruitment pamphlets of Brotherhood of Steel; Delilah's photographs; Arthur Young's ADORABLE stationary; the sketches in Carlos' notepad; the New Vegas telegraphs... I'll be here all day if I list 'em all. And those are just the VISUAL element...

The audio recordings have mismatched volume levels for each actor and are at times hard to make out, which is explained in-verse by having the recordings be from a wire - not saying it's bad, in fact I think it gives the recordings lots of personality. And the voice talents themselves do a great job! Delilah has a nice, clear voice for radio and Carlos is mumbly with a sort of flat voice, which I think suits him perfectly.

The writing and worldbuilding is just stellar, too. Delilah and Carlos KNOW what they're doing, and I love learning more about them as more and more details begin to show themselves, and it's all very seamlessly integrated with the main story. Trying to figure out the mystery of Vulpes Inculta along with them never feels boring and I am on the edge of my seat wondering how things are going to develop aaaaahhhhh oh my GOD.

In short, I love this fic and I think anyone who loves Fallout should read it. Thanks!

THOSE HAVE BEEN MY TOP PICKS FOR THIS YEAR! YOWZA!!!

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