#Fallout Danse

[tisthegrimreaper]

#Danse #Fallout 4 #Fallout #Fallout Danse #my art

[loafi]

danse 100% listens to Shania Twain

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 danse #paladin danse #fallout danse #come on girls #i know he wouldnt actually because she didnt exist but pretenddd

[blue-shark-named-blahaj]

I'm curious because my favorite is Travis Miles, and I doubt he's a popular choice or even well known

#fo4 nick valentine #deacon fo4 #hancock fo4 #fallout deacon #fallout danse #nick fallout 4 #nick valentine #deacon fallout 4 #john hancock #john hancock fo4 #john hancock fallout 4 #paladin danse #danse fallout 4 #danse fo4 #cait fo4 #cait fallout 4 #piper fallout 4 #piper fo4 #preston garvey #preston garvey fo4 #liberty prime #liberty prime fo4 #dogmeat #dogmeat fallout #codsworth #codsworth fo4 #maccready fo4 #fo4 maccready #fo4 #fallout 4

[roosterm3at]

damn good morning to you too

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #paladin danse #fallout danse #f04 #fo4 #my hand hurts but it twas sooo worth it

[winter-paladin]

#fallout #fallout 4 #ingame photography #paladin danse #fallout danse #danse #favourites #yeah it's that one #repost

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

little snippet that i don't think is really going anywhere anytime soon (it's just Nate thinking about his prosthetic and being briefly kinda gay for Danse):

The Brotherhood had made him a cybernetic hand. It wasn’t better or worse than the first one he had gotten, over two centuries ago now, after the initial loss. Just different. But still not good enough; nothing could ever be good enough.

The best way he could explain it was that there was a delay. Imperceptible to anyone watching, for sure, but that tiny fraction of a second was enough to make every movement with the hand miserable. So he usually went without.

The other issue is proprioception. And god, isn’t that an old world word now – and he doesn’t even remember where he learned it. In the doctor’s office, maybe, in those long hours where they outlined his recovery and fitted him for a new hand. He can’t feel the prosthetic the way he can feel his other limbs, even if he can make it move with a thought. It’s just dead weight hanging from his elbow.

It does make some activities more difficult, even if he’s mostly learned to adapt by now. He’s not as good with rifles, his attempts at sewing usually end in him cursing at the fabric, and he can’t do the fine manipulation he used to be able to when working on mechanical projects. That’s generally the only time he puts the arm on, anymore, when he has a vision he needs to make real and absolutely needs all ten fingers to pull it off. Otherwise, he asks for help.

He used to be bad at that. Used to go for days running on fumes because his stepfather and brothers and every other goddamn person had drilled it into his mind that asking for help was a weakness. He had gotten better because of Nora. Because she was bad at asking for help, too. It had taken a lot of nights going mad with worry over her before he realized that she likely did the same over him, and they came to a mutual agreement to just reach out to each other if they needed anything. That, more than anything, served as the foundation of their marriage. What was love, if not helping one another?

He missed her all the time. This skip into the future had been messy and confusing, a chaotic scramble to keep the people he cared about alive. Nora was often away on her own missions trying to eke out an existence in the wasteland, while he played nice with the Brotherhood or investigated the safer mysteries available to him. He spent his days playing twenty questions with Piper, teaching Dogmeat new tricks, cleaning up settlements with Preston and Codsworth. He knew he was being useful. He just...still missed Nora.

He scrubbed a hand over his beard and groaned. He had preferred to keep it trimmed neat, before getting flash-frozen, but that was less of an option now. He rooted around in his pack until he found his straight razor, idly flicking it open. It was a bit of a bitch to pull off, but he had managed to shave like this before. It was just a bit of a process, and he’d probably nick himself a couple times.

“Problem, soldier?” came Danse’s voice suddenly, and Nate barely refrained from flinching. The man was rarely stealthy, but Nate had been lost in thought.

“I just need to shave,” he said, tapping the flat of the blade on his thigh. Danse frowned – or rather, frowned deeper. There was usually a mild scowl on his face. Nate tried not to take it personally.

“Do you want me to fetch your-” Nate waved him off before he could even finish his sentence.

“No need, really. I can handle it. Thank you, paladin,” Nate didn’t mean to bring out the title, but he had a habit of doing such things when he got annoyed with people. Danse never seemed to notice. Sometimes, the man’s obliviousness was endearing. Other times...less so.

“But wouldn’t it be easier?” Danse pressed, moving so he was more directly in Nate’s line of sight. Nate grumbled something wordless, before flipping the razor around and offering Danse the handle.

“If you’re so worried about me, why don’t you do it yourself?” he asked. He meant it mostly as a joke, but watching the way Danse flushed and looked away, he was immediately swept up in the possibility. Danse’s hands on his face, careful and precise. He was sure Danse would take to it with the same brisk efficiency the soldier approached most tasks. And he wouldn’t dare let the blade slip.

Okay, let’s dial it back a little, Nate thought to himself.

#fallout 4 #fallout danse #oc tag: nate #my writing

[alocowberry]

stop he was watching me so closely i wouldnt flirt with gilda for you danse <3

#paladin danse #fallout 4 #far harbor #fo4 #fallout danse

[everydayyoulovemeless]

I wish I could take Danse’s power armor off so I could equip the Grognak outfit on him, bro would look sooo fineee 🙈🙈

#I need more strippers in my settlements #fo4 danse #fallout danse #paladin danse #danse fallout 4 #shitpost #fallout shitpost

[swndmehelp]

Spoilers for Death Shroud (kinda)

One of my favorite moments from Death Shroud was between the Silver Shroud and Hancock. When they were at the thing with ma and his son and shroud and Hancock were talking with one another. It went something like this:

Silver Shroud: “Stay low to the ground my crusty friend”

Hancock: “If you call me another derogatory term again I’m gonna lose. My. Shit.”

And I don’t know why but I couldn’t stop laughing. Another one was in the beginning after the mechanist bombed Diamond City and Nick and Danse talk, I know a lot of people already drew it but it was so funny to me:

Nick: “Want a hug from your older brother?”

Danse: “Uh n- don’t touch me”

Them there was one between Nick and that one guy with ma (I cannot remember his name to save my life sorry):

That guy: “Come on ma he’s not even a real man!”

Nick: “That may be true but your ma’s more of a man than you”

Then the guy gets all pissed it’s so funny. Then David just wanting to go home the entire time and the cab driver hating shroud with a passion was also funny. David and the cab guy were my two fav side characters in the whole thing.

#fallout 4 #Nick Valentine #fallout nick valentine #paladin danse #fallout danse #john hancock #fallout hancock #vault tech rep #silver shroud #death shroud #best series ever #i love it with all my heart #kinda sad about all the prople that died tho

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Someone I know told me she had never been to a concert. I said "Oh that's not that weird. I have a friend who's never even seen a movie!"

The "friend" I was thinking was Paladin Danse

Aww, omg 😂 I love this.

Poor Danse, I really wish there was a way to finally let him see that moving picture show on the big drive-in screen. It'd be such a nice way for him to relax for once in his life 😩

And really though, that was a valid response from you lol, cuz Danse is absolutely your friend, and he would be proud to be so <3

#fallout ask #paladin danse #danse fo4 #fallout danse #danse fallout 4 #fallout 4 #thanks for the ask! #fallout 4 companions #I just wanna be there to watch Danse watch a movie for the 1st time #I'd just be watching him the whole time tho #😅

[sixrandompirates]

The whole purpose of my latest playthrough … finally destroying the Institute with Danse 💕

(And I let Dogmeat come along - he bit many synths 🐾)

#fallout 4 dogmeat #fallout danse #fallout 4 danse #paladin danse #fallout 4 minutemen

[loafi]

pink danse ^^ Possible femboy ?

#fallout danse #paladin danse #fo4 danse #fo4 #fallout 4

[roosterm3at]

little early mornin danse

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #paladin danse #fallout danse

[chiefbeefy]

the adam (and danse) content we really need

adam’s not very good with talking nor is he smart. that’s all.

dante —> @sswitchblade03

lucille —> @technicallyoneofakind

#oc art #fallout #fallout danse #nick valentine #adam is REALLY not good at words #how does he make friends???

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

Nate: *kicks danse's ass once while they're sparring*

Danse: hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #fallout danse

[colossal-fallout]

Paladin Danse 11 & 9 for fem!Reader please!

Event:

11 - Praise Kink & 9 - Hotel

Warnings ⚠️ Smut. NSFW.

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

Your body instantly heats up.

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

But now?

Now?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He can't take much more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were already so close but that pushed you.

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

You both cum, hard.

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

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

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