#danse x reader

[everydayyoulovemeless]

To Victory ↠ Danse x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Danse has a crush on you and doesn't know how to communicate that.

"Get behind me, soldier!" Danse shouted, clicking the safety off his gun as he moved to shield you from the hoard of ferals sprinting your way.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You asked once everything had been killed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You keep stepping out in front of me. I've taken on ferals before, you know? I could've killed them." You smiled as you spoke. For a while now, Danse had been quick to defend you from any slight danger the two of you encountered on your mission. It was nice of him to do and you appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't at all necessary.

"I―uh, I do it for everyone." He sheepishly said.

"For squires maybe, but I've never seen you do it for any of the other knights." You were trying hard to meet his gaze, but he seemed to hold it strictly ahead.

Your statement seemed to fluster him as he started to stutter, "I―are you sure?"

"I'm sure." You giggled, "Maybe I'm just special." You teased, grinning when you saw how embarrassed he was quickly becoming. "Anyway," You began, "what's first on the list?"

"Maxson's sent us to clear out a building in Lexington. We wipe out everything in it, and then we're done for the day." He recited, messing with something on the side of his gun.

You shrugged, "Sounds simple enough. Are you doing anything after? Maybe we could go get a drink or something?"

"A―uh, a drink? From where?"

"The Prydwen I reckon. Unless you wanted to go all the way down to Diamond City, but that's a far walk. I'd rather just alert a Vertibird to our location and fly back home, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah―let's get a drink after this."

You nudged his shoulder with your own as you walked―or more so his side as he towered over you in his power armor, "No need to be so stiff, we've shared a bed before, remember? What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on, I'm perfectly fine, soldier." He answered, still avoiding your gaze.

You hummed, "If you so say."

You coughed as the smoke signal from the Vertibird grenade floated upward into the sky, calling the two of you a much-needed ride. The Super Duper Mart was packed full of ferals when you entered, and completely empty when you left. It was easy work for the two of you, even if Danse was on edge the entire time.

"Good work out there," Danse announced, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder once the two of you border the large machine.

"Thanks, Danse. We needed something easy after the last mission at Fort Strong."

The bar on the Prydwen was clustered, full of your coworkers as it usually is in the late afternoons. Tons of people stood together in the singular hallway where the weapon and drinks were being sold, the majority being there for both services. You felt yourself being pushed into Danse on multiple occasions, having to apologize after every shove.

"Cheers to another victory?" You spoke, holding your bottle out towards your companion, resting your hand on his arm to stabilize yourself in the overflowing crowd.

He grinned at you, clinking his glass with your own, "Yeah, cheers to our victory."

You stared at him expectantly for a moment, watching him take a sip of his drink, "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Danse, don't act like you haven't been acting stranger lately, you're all awkward and shit. What's going on?"

"I just―have a lot on my mind." He vaguely admitted, focusing his gaze on his glass intently.

"Oh yeah? And what's the big thing you're keeping secret?" You asked, leaning closer to the bigger man.

"Ask me again later." He responded, "I rather not be around so many people when I tell you."

The subject was then forgotten about as you rambled to him about your week, him adding his input as you went before the two of you went off to your respective bunkers. Danse's heart ached for you every step of the way as he watched you disappear out of sight. He'd tell you how he felt one day, it just had to be the right time. He just prayed that time would come soon, or never at all, that'd be nice. He wished he could just sweep it all under the rug and forget about it. He hated the way he worried for you, it did nothing but make him tense. You both had a victory on your most recent mission, but he still didn't make any more progress on admitting his feelings for you, it'd have to remain a battle for another day.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,050

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I was thinking about extending this, but I decided to just leave it at this for now. This was inspired by the fact that in my play through my characters charisma is maxed out, and what have you. Anyways Preston flirts with my character a little bit, him just being at a loss for words, and complimenting how pretty my character is. Anyways he'll do that while I'm standing there with Danse, and sometimes Danse will sigh heavily after he makes those comments. It's probably just a coincidence, but this idea bloomed because of those encounters. I might write about this at some point later on, but if you'd like to you're welcome to use this as inspiration. (But I'm sure someone else has probably already done this!)

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[fandom-go-round]

out of curiosity, do you write mlm?

mayhaps, could i get a mlm or gender neutral fallout 4 danse fic?

perhaps a smut,, and maybe a mirror kink,,

I do write MLM! It’s not my most popular requested pairing but I write for everything and everyone!

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Mirror Kink, MLM, Anal Sex, Mild Praise Kink, Danse Discovering his Kinks

            Danse had never mentioned his fondness for mirrors but it didn’t take you long to figure out. He didn’t go out of his way to find mirrors but if there was one in a room, he was drawn to it. Not during missions, of course, but when the two of you were stopped for the night and it was relatively safe, Danse liked to look.

            At first you thought it was a way to check corners, make sure no one was sneaking up on you. Danse was checking too often, looking more paranoid by the minute. It took a quick glance in the mirror nearest you to realize he was checking out your ass and it all made sense. He liked mirrors.

            That’s why you got him one, the best you could find. It cost a pretty penny but it was worth the look on his face when he walked into your shared house in Sanctuary. Neither of you talked about how domestic having a place made you but the intension was clear.

            Danse was frozen in the bedroom doorway, looking between you and the mirror. You grinned, leaning on the wall and letting him take it in. You watched him swallow hard, rocking back on his heels before standing up straighter.

            “What’s this?” His voice sounded completely fine, it was his eyes that gave him away, darting all over the room. You smiled, making sure to stay relaxed and not threatening.

            “It’s a gift.” Danse opened his mouth to respond but you keep going, not giving him the chance to argue. “I noticed that you seemed to like the mirror we found last time so I got you one. Figured we could give it a test run.”

            “Test run?” Danse asked the question but you could already see his cock hardening in his pants. Your grin widened, moving over to the bed and stripping.

            “I’m sure we can think of something.” He didn’t need any more encouragement from you, quickly moving to the bed and stripping.

            You had made sure no one would interrupt you while you were busy, sending the others to deal with any issues. Not that it would have mattered; both of you were too far gone to keep quiet. Everyone would know what was happening in your little house if they walked by.

            “Fuck Danse, keep going.” You groaned from on top of him, rolling your hips. Danse groaned back, hands clamped hard on your waist. He hadn’t stopped you from climbing onto his lap, eyes blown wide as he looked over your shoulder into the mirror. You chuckled, slowly easing his cock into you.

            “You prepped?” Danse was positively wrecked, mouth nipping and kissing your shoulder. He never turned away from the mirror and you gave a groan, eyes fixed on his face.

            “Figured you’d want to get started right away.” He looked up as you spoke, some of the heat being replaced with fondness. He leaned up and kissed you, hissing against your lips as he bottomed out.

            “I won’t last long.” Danse already sounded close and you nodded, slowly beginning to ride him. He groaned, jerking into you every time you almost pulled off, using his hands to tug you down. You weren’t as close as him but watching him get worked up was helping.

            “You’ll last until I’m ready, won’t you?” Your voice was sweet but Danse heard the steel underneath and groaned, nodding against you. You half groaned half laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “That’s my good soldier.”

            Danse’s face snapped up to look at you, eyes wide and you couldn’t help but smirk, bouncing faster. Apparently, you were going to figure out all Danse’s kinks tonight. You were looking forward to it.

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[randoimago]

Hey there! This is smilar to the radscorpion ask you got a while back, but this is like a dream of mine so jrnfjdn-

Anyways, how would the companions react to Sole having a pack of deathclaws in FO4? They basically act like dogs with them, but when ordered to attack....yeah it's not great for the victim lol. Like one day said companion is being overrun by Super Mutants and Sole calls from behind the group with "Oh boys~!" In a sing-song voice from atop their largest deathclaw and they start decimating the super mutants while Sole sits back with the companion fixing up their injuries

S/O Having a Pack of Death Claws as Pets

Fandom: Fallout 4

Characters: Cait, Curie, Paladin Danse, Deacon, Hancock, Robert Joseph Maccready

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Considering there’s like 10 companions for Fallout, I’m going to do some of this in this one and then the rest in another post!!

Cait thought she gave up drugs but something must've doused her with the bullshit she's seeing. Just lots of disapproval, those things are going to kill you both S/O! Stop looking like a proud parent and fucking run!

Curie hasn't been in the Wasteland too long so seeing the pack of deathclaws seemingly help you two is nice. She didn't realize there are friendly ones! Does this mean she can pet them? She would love to pet one of your deathclaws.

Danse greatly disapproves. You're relying on a pack of deathclaws to not give into instinct and rip the two of you to shreds? Sure, they're distracted by the enemy now. But he is not going to stick around for when they're looking to him as the next meal.

Deacon plays along. Sure they're pets. Of course they're listening to your orders to kill the Super Mutants, not because those guys are fighting hard. But hey boss, while the Deathclaws are distracted you both should sneak away. Wouldn't want to kill the Mutants instead and put them out of a job.

Hancock thinks it's the drugs. It has to be the drugs. There's no way that many deathclaws haven't killed you both by now. He doesn't care if you say they're pets. They're not real, he's just high.

Fu- dge you if you think Maccready is sticking around with what's going on. He's not risking his life for any goddang Deathclaws no matter how trained you claim them to be.

#fallout 4 x reader #cait x reader #fo4 cait x reader #curie x reader #fo4 curie x reader #paladin danse x reader #danse x reader #fo4 danse x reader #deacon x reader #fo4 deacon x reader #hancock x reader #fo4 hancock x reader #maccready x reader #fo4 maccready x reader #robert maccready x reader #snakesaremisunderstood

[softrozene]

Comforting Synth Reader

@pagingdoctorbedlam​ requested: Roze, I only just realized you write for Fallout 4!!! If you feel inspired to do so, could you please grace us with some headcanons for how Nick Valentine, Danse, Piper, and/or MacCready would comfort a (GN!) reader who's just discovered that they're a synth? Thank you~!

m.m

Gosh, you have no idea how happy I am for finally doing this request! I love Fallout 4 so much so I am so glad you put this request in! I honestly loved the idea so much potential angst (I only did a wee baby amount for this though afldjal) and comfort being born from it ahhhhh Lol, anyway, I hope you enjoy this, Love! <3 (I just had to do them all because I love them all omg)

Danse, MacCready, Nick, and Piper x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)

Warnings: slight barely any angst, comfort, game spoilers.

Words: ~ 1,300

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Danse:

Oh my, oh my oh my – so this could go two ways depending on how he finds out

BEFORE he finds out himself that he is a synth, he will most definitely end up being hostile

It is just who he is, because he is so loyal to the Brotherhood of Steel (poor baby) and because he thinks he is human himself before he will just be not comforting at all

Now AFTER he finds out he is also a synth himself, that changes everything

He understands what it is like for your whole life to end up feeling like a lie, how everything feels like it is and isn’t, your whole world just turned upside down

He is the one that will be the most understanding in this situation then and that is only after he finds out himself, and how the Brotherhood of Steel betray him despite him being the most loyal one of the bunch beforehand

He went through the whole thing having his whole identity questioned, stripped away, and having to mourn whom he thought he was, but he made it through. He came to terms with what he was and the fact that he is still a living thing

He vows to help you through it all and promises to be there every step of the way, whether that means romantically or platonically as well

Danse will try to explain how he felt with his own human emotions through it and how he went through the grieving of his false self full of planted memories. He is so patient through this and very confident you will pull through too (honestly especially with him taking the lead due to him being used to it), he expects you to pull through and he will carry you emotionally if he has to

He doesn’t push anything, and he answers any and all questions you have throughout the process

You can confide in each other about the whole ordeal, and it makes your relationship stronger

Awkward gestures he tends to do to help you feel better includes the awkward placement of his hand lingering on your shoulder but it does turn into your thing lol

 Robert MacCready:

Honestly, I can only see this man comforting with some awkward attempts to cheer you up, wrong phrases or words that may come out more hurtful but he is trying

After of course, letting you mourn with this new information, and through all the shit you have been through together, Mac will push you to get over it, in a caring way of course

Example 1: “Who the hell gives a shit – crap – I meant crap – you’re a synth? I don’t. If anyone else does, I’ll put knock their teeth out. No one’s opinion matters.”

Example 2: “Don’t let this information make you second guess yourself. You know who you are. I know who you are. This doesn’t change anything for us.” Honestly, this one is sweeter and will definitely be said if you’re romantically involved

If he sees it really is getting to you, he may get your other friends involved, if they are allowed to know if you’re a synth or not though

He does understand the issue, especially with the Institute scaring everyone with all types of synths, so he does understand why you are freaked out and would feel your life is a lie with this information, he does care, and he tries to show you when he is protecting your back at all costs

He will bring up Duncan a lot more, but just to say how much his son will love you and he knows that will cheer you up big time

If he does catch someone giving you shit for being a synth, he will proceed to go through with his threat and knock their teeth out

He also tries to make sure no one says anything insensitive when you are around places that are on the untrusting side *cough Diamond City cough* but of course, he can’t always catch in time so when he sees that their comments about combining synths and the Institute with evil together, he will be a lot kinder in his words and actions after that and reassure you later that night

 Nick Valentine:

The one that shows instant sympathy at the very start

He may not understand the whole losing a part of yourself as you realize you are a synth immediately, but as a synth himself he knows what this means for you

It means a bunch of commonwealth people give you crap if they find out, their trust instantly falling, the looks and even actions that they may take upon you

Hell, he deals with quite a lot of bullshit himself, but thanks to him being a detective and helping all sorts of people, they were able to see him as not just a synth but someone caring about their problems

He also knows you will come back from this. Besides you have him and Elle on your side and he will stick with you through the worst of it, while Elle for the hell of it works with Nick and receives some backlash herself for doing so

To help comfort you, he will show you what being a synth really means

He is a 2nd generation synth and because he is a prototype, he does feel like you have it a smidge better, and he does not hesitate to tell you. Since you at least were not named after someone else and while your memories may not be your own, your feelings were and that is something he technically doesn’t have with his along with an original name

He definitely brings up the original Nick Valentine and though he has feelings towards that past, and obligations he has, he knows they might not really be his and for that, he does try to play it off

So, he may not completely understand what you are going through, but he does try his best and he will constantly remind you that the love you have for him, your friends, and your “family”, are all real and valid

He hopes to see you see that one day

 Piper Wright:

As for Piper, she is such a compassionate person, but with the way she writes the newspapers for Diamond City, her stance may be a bit difficult at first

She has nothing against synths, in fact, she loves the Railroad for what it does, helping synths and in a sense, helping people. She just doesn’t like how synths are mainly used by the institute so going by this, Piper is more than willing to comfort you in your time of need

In fact, Piper is heartbroken with you at the fact that almost all your memories are not really yours, but she does have Nick come along and help you if you so desire it

She also explains how she sees you, and that you are a good person because otherwise, she wouldn’t have been hanging out with you for so long, she sees something in you and that is all you, not what the institute or some synth card may or may not have programmed you to be

She will definitely still write articles about synths, but in a different light, she will still write about how much she hates the institute and to be aware of them – how they are the true boogeyman of the commonwealth, but she will also write about how some synths we know (definitely puts Nick on a highlight here) and how nice and understanding they are, how all they want is a life they can truly call their own

And that is her way of supporting you, comforting you, and making sure that you know you are loved synth or not

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[enavi]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People Ch.6

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Y/N - your name

H/C - hair colour

S/C - skin colour

E/C - eye colour

" - Talking

' - thinking

A/N Heyyyy.... yeah no I dont have an excuse for why I havent done jack shit with this story I just forgot about it, but hey, I graduated highschool :D

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“Man, I don't know who you are but your timing’s impeccable. Preston Garvey, commonwealth Minutemen…”

Through the door stood a man, or rather Preston Garvey as he introduced himself as soon as they walked through the door. Closing the door behind them, leaving the dead bodies out and away from sight they nodded a greeting, their face twisted in exasperation and sarcastically spoke, “MInutemen? So now I'm travelling backwards in time?” 

Garvey did a small nod of his head, a little confused on what the person in front of him was implying but just went along with it. “Protecting people at a minute's notice” That was the idea. So I joined up, and wanted to make a difference. And I did, but… things fell apart.” he paused, shoulders slouching, while he didnt really show it on his face, it wasn't hard to tell he was exhausted. “Now it looks like I’m the last Minuteman left standing..”

Looking around they really didn’t see anyone else that looked the part, and they guessed the person who was laying in the front of the museum was probably one of the last of these Minutemen, aside from the man in front of them. A woman with black hair and a scowl on her face pacing back and forth on the ground, a man sitting on the ground next to her with his head in his hands. An old woman sitting on a couch that looked like it had seen better days, but that could be said for anything in the building, the dog they had followed laid near the woman's feet staring up at her. And to the other side of Garvey was a man in overalls and a pompadour, trying to hack the computer?

Exhaustion and confusion seemed to love creeping up on them as they let out a sigh, they’re still barely able to wrap their head around that it had apparently been over 200 years since the bombs fell, “The worlds changed so much. None of this makes sense.” they practically felt a headache coming on from the fact that they just had to kill people, sure Nate had given them tips on how to shoot a gun but they never thought they’d have to use it against other people. And now as they felt their adrenaline ebbing away the prominent cuts, bruises and possibly some shallow bullet wounds made their presence known. 

Forgetting the other people in the room they jumped a bit hearing Garvey speak up, “You alright? Listen. We need your help. And then maybe we can help you, huh?” He handed them a stimpack for the injuries, as they sat down on a metal cabinet. “What brought you out here?” sighing they thought back to what had transpired barely a day ago, or what felt like a day ago, time doesn't seem to be clicking in just yet. “That’s my business” they huffed out, the pain, both physical and mental, making them tight lipped, and they didn't know if they could honestly trust these people, not yet at least. 

Garvey let out a hum, “Alright, fine. Forget I asked, but we do need your help.” sighing he continued, “a month ago there were twenty of us. Yesterday there were eight. Now, we're five.” a tired anger rested in his tone, “first it was the ghouls in Lexington, and now this mess.” Ghouls? They didn’t know what they could be but now didn’t seem like the time to ask, “Tough break..” they wish they could have a more meaningful answer but they were running low on energy.

“You don’t know the half of it. Anyway, we figured Concord would be a safe place to settle. Those raiders proved us wrong. But… well, we do have one idea” he spoke hesitantly, “Well let's hear it” In response he looked towards the man mumbling at the terminal screen in frustration, “Sturges..” The once muttering man turned his head to look at them both quickly, “tell them”  The now named Sturges huffed as he turned fully around facing them, leaning on the desk he was first hunched over

“There's a crashed vertibird up on the roof. Old school, Pre-War. You might have seen it.” he crossed his arms, his voice now sounding more light and excited, “Well, looks like one of its passengers left behind a seriously sweet good, Im talking a full suit of cherry, T-45 power armour, military issue.” humming with a smile that subtly formed on their face, they reminisced back to when Nate had talked about being in power armour, and the serious protection that it gave a person. “I like it..” 

Giving a quick but nice chuckle Sturges continued, “yea.. I thought you might. Protection with an added bonus. Get the suit, and you can rip the minigun right off the vertibird, do that and those raiders get an express ticket to hell. You dig?” A small huffed laugh escaped them as Sturges motioned ripping the minigun off of its stand, “minigun, now we’re talkin’” the promise of better armour and high grade weapon made them perk up their body a little, bringing back some of that energy that was lost after the adrenaline high.

“I know right?” he said back, but the smile he had twitched into a small frustrated frown, “only there's one hitch.. The suits outta juice, probably been dry for a hundred years. It can be powered up again, but we're a bit stuck..” motioning for him to continue “so what's the solution?” standing up straighter he rubs the back of his neck in thought. Then Garvey steps up and says, “What you’ll need is an old Pre-War F.C, a standardised fusion core. Your high-grade, long term nuclear battery. Used by the military and some companies, way back when. And we know right where to find one..” then once again Sturges begins to talk, “But we can't get to the damn thing. It's down in the basement, locked behind a security gate.” Sturges started looking more exhausted as he went on, “look.. I fix stuff. I tinker. Bypassing security aint exactly my forte… you could give it a shot?” 

Nodding they turned back around and went all the way down once more, honestly it surprised them how quickly the bodies started to smell, moving more quickly and reaching the gate that had a generator working behind it they first looked at the lock, they didn't really have anything for those, no lock picks or even bobby pins that would work, so they went to the terminal just beside it.

While they were a lawyer, they also had friends in other departments that would work with decoding and opening terminals that were locked by criminals, so they had some idea what they were doing, and after a few attempts they managed to get the door lock to disengage. Pulling out the battery they proceed to walk back up, even with the stimpack in their system doing its job to repair the tears in the skin and muscle it still wasn't pleasant and the wounds still hurt as they walked. They really needed to make sure they kept their body in check.

Opening the door back up they waved the fusion core around lightly, and a smile was set onto Garvey and Sturges faces. “Well, alright. Maybe our luck is finally turning around. Once you jack the core into the power armour and grab that minigun, those raiders’ll know they picked the wrong fight. Good luck.” smiling they started to walk to the door on the other side of the room until the older woman spoke up

“now look who Dogmeat brought to us” they looked back then decided to talk for a bit, letting their body take a bit of a rest, besides, they haven't actually stopped since they awoke from the vault. ''So he’s your dog?” to which the woman just continued. They learned the woman, Mama Murphy as she refers to herself as, had something called “the sight” a bit odd, but at this point they didn't care, they nodded a goodbye and started to go through the door, til they heard her call out, “careful kid, there's.. Something coming, drawn by the noise and chaos. And it’s.. it’s angry”

….well then that's enough crazy old woman for one day.

They just did a quick nod and left, telling Dogmeat to stay. Opening up the door to see a crashed vertibird, and just like the others said there was the armour and minigun ripe for the taking. Popping in the fusion core, and hopping into the armour they could feel themselves gain strength, that or its placebo, either way it was more protection then what they had, going to the gun it ripped off the stand with a good tug. Then came a cry “Boss? Boss! We got somebody up here!” Then out came a raider on the rooftop across from them. Well now's a good time as any to try this thing, the minigun geared up and started spraying the bullets, and honestly (Y/n) was glad they put the armour on, they could just see the force of the gun slinging them back if it weren't for the extra stability the armour gave.

The gun made quick work of the guy, then they jumped off the roof, with minimal feeling of damage to their legs, the adrenaline kicked back in as they started shooting the raiders on sight, they didn't even hear what the raiders were shouting at them, just kept going through. That was until a loud bang was heard and a growling snarl came from the large sewer grate, and out came . .

. . WHAT THE FUCK  IS  T H A T?!

They didn't stay to find out, taking shelter in the open building next to them. Quickly climbing the stairs to the second floor, and peering out of the broken wall a lizard creature that was bigger then some tanks they’ve seen came roaring out. The damage the thing did to the people was gruesome, tearing them apart with teeth and claws, it made quick work of the people. And they were going to just let the two enemies wear themselves down, and it almost worked, until they saw Dogmeat running to the overgrown lizard dino thing…… 

‘Nope, no, nuh uh, are they really gonna do this? This is a terrible idea’..they jumped on the back of the lizard thing from the second story building. They're exhausted, haven't had coffee, been up for too long with no real rest, they're gonna make stupid decisions. Sue them. 

It started to try and buck them off, the only reason they were able to hold on was because of the armour. It steered away from the dog as it tried to shake off the person in its back. They lifted the minigun and started spraying bullets into the thing's neck. A rumbling roar was heard, and more violent jerks were made.

After a minute of the bullets practically drilling into the head of the beast, and a few close calls with its claws practically tearing off the metal armour plating on their legs like a tuna can the thing went down, its head basically holding on by the skin as the flesh of the neck is all but torn away from the bullets. Tumbling off the thing ungracefully they slumped against its body, hands and legs shaking, from adrenaline? The movement of the lizard thing and gun? They didn't know, didn't care. Laughs of disbelief and panic set in as they sat against the now cold and unmoving creature. Getting up before the adrenaline all but left them for a third or fourth time that day they entered the museum to find everyone in the main lower section. 

Getting out of the armour they hear Mama Murphy and Garvey arguing about something, (Y/n) really didn't pay attention to that, rather to the leg of their armour, torn to shreds, maybe they can get Sturges to help fix it? Sighing they walk over to the commotion, getting bits and pieces of the conversation. “She knows about it? More like she had one of her “visions” while stoned outta her gourd!” was a particularly loud one by the black haired lady, which was followed by more arguing then Sturges trying to break it up.

Ignoring that they went straight to Garvey, who looks more than a little relieved, “that was, a pretty amazing display. I'm just glad you’re on our side” he chuckled, then stopped as they started to shake more. He guided them to a wall to lean against, (Y/n) signing out a shaky thank you. “Will you all be okay now?” leaning beside them Garvey nodded, “We think so.. Mama Murphy found a promising spot, Sanctuary, I hope it lives up to its name.” he then thought for a bit, “would you want to join us?” they nodded, not only did they need to recoup, but they also needed to tell Codsworth of their findings with these people. Then from the side Mama Murphy started talking once more, “that's wonderful kid.. But there's more to your destiny, isn't there?” that got (Y/n)’s attention, “i've seen your destiny, and I know your pain. I can feel, your son’s energy he’s alive” 

In haste they step closer to the old, probably senile, woman. “Are you sure? Please, where is he? Can you tell me?” the woman sighs, “The sight aint always clear, but even I don’t need the sight to tell you where you should start looking, The great green jewel of the commonwealth, Diamond City” it felt like ants were under their skin, hands jittery, “who would help me, will my son be there?” The older woman reeled back, her expression turning into one of pity, “I’m sorry kid, that’s as much as I can manage. Maybe if you bring me some chems later the sight will paint a clearer picture?” that's when (Y/n) blanked out, they didn’t know if they should really listen to a woman who seems to be off her rocker but this is the most info they’ve gotten, any lead they’ve gotten. 

They almost didn’t feel Sturges hand tapping their shoulder as everyone was getting up and leaving for Sanctuary. So they hopped back into their power armour, and trailed behind.

Man they wanted to sleep..

#fallout x reader #fallout 4 #nick valentine x reader #danse x reader #john hancock x reader #maccready x reader #piper x reader #curie x reader #cait x reader #preston garvey x reader #Deacon x reader

[stoat-party]

You are dating Paladin Danse.

Despite spending half of most nights pacing, he always wakes you up at exactly 5 AM to work out. It does not occur to him that you might not want this.

He tends to stroke your hair or rub your back. You realize this is because Emmett the cat is the only thing he’s given affection for at least five years.

He informs you unprompted that he would still love you if you were a worm. You ask if he would still love you if you were a ghoul. He has to think about it.

There’s usually a settlement on fire somewhere, but occasionally you have to come up with problems for him to solve. If he doesn’t feel useful he gets sad.

He tries very hard to be nice to your friends. Hancock tries very hard to make him fail.

You tell him he doesn’t have to feel responsible for Shaun. He agrees, for the time being. He will listen to Shaun talk about anything. For hours.

You catch him white-knuckling the bathroom sink and staring into the mirror. That sink hasn’t worked in 200 years. Why is he doing that.

#is this what an x reader is #i don’t think this is what an x reader is #this one’s for my danse lovers. and my danse haters. #fallout 4 #Paladin danse #danse #fo4 #fallout #hancock fallout 4 #synth shaun #shaun fo4 #danse fo4 #danse fallout 4 #sole survivor #the sole survivor #hancock fallout #hancock fo4 #i had to be mean to him #you understand #changed it to 5 am because i remembered i wake up at 6 and both nate and nora would be used to that

[mrs-sharp]

Everytime you realise your favourite fictional character is... fictional.

#gaming #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts legacy #professor aesop sharp #aesop sharp #fallout #professor sharp #fallout 4 #paladin danse #danse #nick valentine #fallout nick valentine #ignis scientia #final fantasy xv #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #aesop sharp x mc #aesop sharp x reader #professor sharp x oc #professor sharp x reader #professor snape #snape

[imagine-silk]

Hello! May I request fallout 4 companions (Nick especially) with Sole who shares the bare minimum of information about themselves? Not because Sole doesn’t trust them, they really enjoy theirs companions company. Perhaps they busy themselves so they don’t have to think about all the little and big things they miss. (I bet Codsworth would find pristine things that Sole would miss (like a favorite movie, vinyl, or comic?))

Sorry if its not something you’re interested in doing right now. The ask kinda came out as a ramble, I’m lacking sleep haha. Thanks again for considering my request!

》Honestly one of my favorite kinds of characters.

【Cait】 She doesn't appreciate it. Her contract was traded to some random weirdo who barely says anything. It took three days before the topic of your name came up. And two weeks to know what you were looking for, who. But in return you don't ask what she does on her own time or what she's done. It feels like you don't mind rather than you don't care and that makes her feel seen. It stays between you unsaid in her eyes.

♡If romanced she doesn't push for any information. You'll tell her if it's important. People think it's weird the two of you to not share about yourselves like normal people but you're happy, that's all that matters.

【Codsworth】 It's just like it was before. He, unlike the others, already knows you. He knows you very well. Not only did you do an intake for daily preferences but he also served you for a few years. While you're out and about you'll do something or say something that sounds like no information to others or out of context and he'll answer, "Just as I was thinking as well." While you camp with some of the other companions he does chores the way you like without needing to ask, making comment on recent events, which makes them jealous for sure. He digs up things from the house he preserved or found and fixes them up brand new before presenting it to you. Songs you liked or wanted to hear. Movies and shows and comics. Clothes pressed for you and the furniture is redone the way it used to be. He knows you and wants to keep it that way.

【Curie】 Low-key doesn't care. She has one thing on her mind and that's her own goal to better medicine. Finding things to do that is all she needs of you. When she goes to be a synth her feelings overwhelm her and you guide her through that. She's never ever asked about you. She'll tell you about what she's feeling but never thinks to ask what you feel. In her defense, is doesn't understand the nuance of social interactions. And to her credit, it works for the both of you.

♡If she's romanced she realizes she wants to know what you feel and if it's the same as her. She's mostly interested in what you feel now rather than what your opinion is in the past or isn't currently relevant.

【Danse】 Right away he doesn't care for it. A mercenary who talks very little can be dangerous. But you followed orders well and are a damn good shot. The way he asks is more like demanding. It was all for a vetting process but still rude. After the intake he didn't care about your lack of openness. Didn't matter to him personally. After BB he suddenly regrets not knowing you. He was so rude and dismissed you as another faceless soldier and you saved him, from the Brotherhood and himself. Now he wants to know you.

♡If romanced he makes effort to know you, like really know you. For a long time he refused individuality so his own sense of self is not great. But you know yourself and make no attempt to hide it. You are so sure of yourself you don't need to explain. That's one of the things he loves about you.

【Deacon】 He thinks you're like him, that you want to hide in plain sight. As much as he gives that to you he's nosy as fuck and takes every chance to learn about you, mostly from afar. It doesn't take any time at all for him to realize you'll just tell him. Most of them are one word answers. It takes him even less time after that to realize you'll comment on things from before the war especially.

♡If romanced he goes out of his way to show you stuff. Old posters and toys. If you follow my headcanon that he's pre-war, he makes old references and generally adds comments on things to bait your answers.

【Hancock】 He thinks it's pretty cool. "Oh, tall, dark, and handsome/beautiful." He does play twenty questions with you 24/7 and is very happy with your half-answers because an answer is still an answer. Plus he knows at least two other people like you. He is the one who figures out that you just don't have the time or think about talking about yourself rather than purposely keeping secrets the fastest. He knows people so he knows better.

♡If romanced he plays with it. You want a kiss? Tell him what's your favorite color. He'll get on his knees if you tell him what you like about your new home. But honestly he'll do it anyways. All he needs to know is that you want him like he wants you.

【MacCready】 He was more concerned about you putting a bullet in his head while his back was turned. Everyone in the Commonwealth was looking out for number one. So imagine his surprise when you were looking out for your number one and it wasn't you. Not only were you looking for your son but you stopped to help every person who asked for help. Your actions spoke to him in a way your words, he figured, couldn't. You didn't need to help him but you did. You didn't take the caps back. And you killed the gunners the second they turned their guns on him even when they said their beef wasn't with you. It was what you did, not what you told him.

♡If romanced he will ask things. Basic ones are like, "How was your day?" Normal questions that are the peak of domestic life. Then the more personal things. Some sound silly, "What's your favorite color?" But most build off of a quick thing you said in passing, "Wait, you've been to California? What was it like?" He trusts you'll tell him the truth.

【Nick】 As a private detective this simply won't do. He gets it at first, you just need him to find your son, it's business. However, you want him to stay with you after that. It confuses him because you made no indication you like him in the slightest way. He's the second fastest to realize you're not keeping to yourself on purpose. As one of the only ones who are pre-war he's able to get things the others can't. He'll talk about things and give his options and bait you into answering it. That was a common way to get people to talk back then when you were trying to be polite and keep up the conversation, even if the conversation stays a bit thin.

♡If he's romanced he makes fun of the fact you forget to say things about yourself. Don't get it wrong, he makes it clear you don't need to share. He's just poking fun.

【Piper】 This simply won't do. She asks as many question as they come up but she gets depressing short answers. You either give one word answers or say you're not really in the mood, on some occasions you admit you don't know, you never thought about it. It takes a long time for her to stop and that's only because the questions start getting old. And you still feel like a mystery even though you've told her everything.

♡If she's romanced she realizes how much you've told her and pushes it. What is your type? How do your lips feel? Why do you look so good? It becomes playful and light, never serious.

【Preston】 In the beginning he didn't realize he didn't know much about you. He took your help selfishly to get him and his people back on stable ground but you told him you were happy to help. So he takes time to learn about you and give you everything he could possibly help you with. In hopes you would share by yourself he gives things to you without any prompt. It doesn't really work most of the time.

♡If romanced he asks things with hearts in his eyes. He is so lovesick he takes all of your half-answers and files it away in his mind. It hardly matters at that point.

【X6】 It wasn't his mission so he didn't care. You owed him no explanation or justification. Doesn't mean he doesn't question you. He asks why you helped someone, why you stopped for a distraction. And of course you give short answers like, "They needed help." or "I wanted to." Later, after the Institute is gone, he sees how you carry yourself and tries to copy it. Obviously he can't so you help him too. You showed him he can figure himself out by himself and he didn't need you. So he held the same opinion; he doesn't need to know you like that.

♡If romanced he's still comfortable with you keeping things to yourself. It's only after months of being together do you realize he's never asked you a personal question, that you've never shared anything that personal. When you bring that to him he tells you that hardly matters. But seeing you make the effort after that gives him a feeling he can't describe. It's a good feeling he thinks.

#ask and you shall receive #fallout 4 #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #companions react #gender neutral reader #cait #curie #codsworth #danse #deacon fo4 #hancock #maccready #nick valentine #piper wright #preston garvey #x6 88

[gogogodzilla]

day 9, size difference

paladin danse x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, from danse's pov, mentions of riding & blowjobs, no dialogue, mentions of reader's breasts kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Danse was a hulking figure, and he knew that. His power armor helped, of course, but even out of it, he towered over his peers. He towered over you. 

You stood tall in your own ways. You were a leader in every sense of the word. When you defended him against Arthur’s rage, he swore you were eight feet tall. 

Danse loved how small you were, physically, compared to him. It was cliché, but he loved to hold your hand against his, taking in the difference. He also loved the difference in a more selfish way. His size made him feel like he could protect you, even if you were perfectly capable of handling yourself. You’d proven that time and time again. 

In a more intimate setting, he loved towering over you and bending your smaller frame however he liked. His favorite was to have you under him, legs pushed up so they were nearly over his shoulders, taking his thick cock like you were made for him.

He loved watching you squirm as he pushed inside you. You were so good for him. He was nearly drooling as your tight hole swallowed him inch by stimulating inch. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly fit another centimeter inside you, he was buried completely. He was gentle, most of the time. He knew he had to be and he didn’t want to hurt you. Other times, however, he’d lose himself and get so wrapped up inside you that he couldn’t contain himself. He’d bury himself to the hilt over and over again, the tip of his length brushing up against that sensitive spot over and over again. 

He’d apologize profusely when he saw you wincing as you rose from bed. He wasn’t a monster, and beneath his rough exterior, he cared for you. It’d gnaw at him for ages afterward, and he’d be terrified to touch you. You’d coax him back into your bed when you were ready and convince him that you’d speak up if you were hurting. 

In your not-so-rare moments of boldness, he loved when you rode him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you slowly sunk down his cock, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you focused on taking every single inch of him. Large hands palmed your breasts as you began bouncing up and down on his cock. When your thrusts became sloppy or you slowed down, he was quick to grab your hips and rut into you from below. He loved seeing you become a whining, cockdrunk mess as he took what he needed. If he was feeling particularly nice, he’d grab the globes of your ass and help guide you up and down on his cock. He loved watching your tits bounce as you leaned back and let him move your body how he wanted. 

He loved it when you jerked him off, your small hand barely wrapping around his length as you stroked him. You quickly made up for it by using both hands to milk his cock or using one hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t reach. Fuck, he loved that mouth of yours. He loved the way you gagged around him when you tried to take all of him. Trying to be so good for him. 

You were always good for him, in any way he could get you. He thanked whatever omnipotent being was out there that he was lucky enough to spend even a second with you. He loved enveloping you in his arms when he held you at night. He loved the way it felt like he was keeping you safe in a world that was hell-bent on killing you at any waking moment. He loved that he could provide that solace for you.

#paladin danse #fallout 4 #paladin danse x sole survivor #reader insert #no y/n #paladin danse x reader #fallout #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #fallout 4 x reader #fallout 4 paladin danse #paladin danse smut #paladin danse x sole survivor smut #paladin danse x reader smut

[nukaberries]

Hey, could I have some reactions to the male companions *coughValentinecough* reactions to seeing a female Sole Survivor outside of their radiation suits for the first time?

This is actually a really cool idea!! and I'm loving the appreciation that Nick's getting right now (Bethesda make him romanceable NOW)

//

Male Companions React to Seeing Sole Outside Her Radiation Suit

(Includes: Danse, Deacon, Hancock, MacCready, Nick and Preston)

Paladin Danse He can relate to always wearing a suit that hides most of his appearance. However, Sole has seen Danse out of his power armour a fair few times while they've been travelling together, he's never seen Sole in anything but her radiation suit. He won't say anything at first, wanting to keep their relationship strictly professional, but Sole may catch him staring for a little too long from time to time, before snapping out of it and pretending nothing had happened.

Deacon He'd definitely already made his guesses on what Sole looks like outside of the suit. His personal favourite theory - that Glory and Tom got sick of hearing about - was that Sole had six heads and fourteen arms coming out of her stomach. Still, he can't deny that he's somewhat taken aback when Sole eventually does take her radiation suit off. He'll make a comment on how he's relieved she has a normal amount of limbs, to which he'll refuse to elaborate on. If they're in Railroad HQ, Glory will definitely smack him across the head.

Hancock While he never would've openly admitted, despite a few passing comments about Sole's 'interesting get up', Hancock was so curious about what Sole actually looked like under her suit. He would've never outright asked though, not wanting to come off as weird. When Sole does take her suit off around him, depending on how close they are, Hancock might mention how he prefers them without the suit. He won't want to make Sole feel uncomfortable though, especially if they're not very close, so he'll leave it at that.

MacCready He has no idea why Sole insists on wearing her radiation suit everywhere. The Glowing Sea, sure. Boston Commons, maybe. But Diamond City? If MacCready ever brings up Sole's suit, it'll be more about how he doesn't understand why they wear it everywhere. When Sole finally takes off her suit in his presence, he's initially just relieved it doesn't look like he's travelling the Commonwealth with an alien, then he realises how beautiful Sole actually is. It makes travelling with her afterwards a little more awkward - for him - often finding himself quite flustered around her. He just hopes that Sole hasn't caught on yet, or that she ever will.

Nick Valentine With his own get up being rather unconventional - how often do you see a synth detective? - Nick actually appreciates that Sole only ever goes around in a radiation suit. It somehow balances out how unusual they both appear alone and makes him feel just a little less abnormal. Admittedly, he is quite curious as to what Sole actually looks like, but he'd never outright ask or make her feel like she had to show him. When Sole does take her suit off, he's pleasantly surprised, but he won't mention it, wanting to avoid making her uncomfortable, even if he does think Sole's a sight for sore eyes. Whether Sole decides to keep the suit off or she puts it back on right after, Nick won't mind either way, he's just happy to have the company.

Preston Garvey When Preston first met Sole outside the Museum of Freedom, he was almost dead certain she was an alien, seeing her take down all those raiders in her radiation suit. He's only ever mentioned Sole's choice in clothing a few times, mainly wondering how she got into that power armour when she took on the Deathclaw. He'd never actually ask Sole to take her suit off, worrying she might not feel comfortable enough to, so when she finally does, he's relieved that she trusts him enough to take it off around him. Sure, her beauty is a bonus, but he decides to keep that part to himself for now.

#i tried to write extra for nick #but i think i wrote too much for mac by default #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #paladin danse #fallout deacon #fallout hancock #john hancock #maccready #rj maccready #nick valentine #preston garvey

[fandom-go-round]

Could you do shy reader hinting at sex scenarios with Danse, Gage, Hancock and MacCready?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Teasing, Obliviousness, Implied Dom/Sub, Oral Sex, Public Sex, Begging, Implied Canon Typical Violence

Danse:

Danse is oblivious, especially if there’s a mission to be done. He has a bit of a one-track mind and gets absorbed in what you’re working towards. It’s great when you’re looking to get more supplied or hunt down raiders. Less so when you’re trying to hint at sex. And have been hinting at sex for over a week now.

He only really gets the hints if others point them out or if you get really desperate. He’ll completely deny it if Hancock teases him, or Nick gives him the side eye but it will prompt him to talk to you about it. When you confirm that you’ve been trying to get his attention all week, he’ll get embarrassed but suggest that you go somewhere private.

Danse likes to take his time if the two of you are going to have sex. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart and he wants your time together to be meaningful. It’s sweet to have him shower you with kisses and his fingers but it can also be maddening. You’ll have to beg if you want him to go faster and he’ll eagerly let you set the pace. You’re the boss here and he’s not going to complain about that.

Gage:

Gage is torn between thinking it’s really cute and shaking his head. How long have the two of you been together? And you’re still so shy? He loves it but it is kind of funny. He notices right away when you start hinting at sex, letting you get more creative as time goes on. He especially loves it when you lean over and stick your ass out; a great view and an excuse to pinch.

He turns it into a game of how long he can pretend that he doesn’t notice while leaving hints that he really does. He’ll ignore you leaning in closer but then drags his fingers over your sensitive spot in the next conversation. Gage will rev you up as much as you rev him up and it’s all in good fun. It can get frustrating when he doesn’t go to the next stage even if you both know he knows.

Gage loves it when you beg and these are moments that he craves. You between his legs, not looking him in the eye but whimpering out ‘please’ as you tug on his pants. Nothing is as big of an ego boost than you on your knees and he loves every second of it. Play by his rules and you’re in for a fantastic night.

Hancock:

Oh he knows the minute that you start hinting at sex. He can look at you and know that you’re aching for him. Is that going to get him to do anything? Depends on how generous he’s feeling. He loves a good chase and if you’re with him, chances are you do too. He likes to flirt and tease and he’ll give as good as he gets.

He loves to tease you and get you flustered, especially if you turn away and try to ignore him. His jokes with get dirtier and his praise will get more suggestive as time goes on. The others might scold him for being too up front but he truly does mean most of what he says. If you flip the script and say something back to him, a teasing comment or sexy reply, Hancock shuts right up, getting flustered himself. He knows that you’re attracted to him but some days it still surprises him.

Sex happens one of two ways. He’ll either crack, after a fight or some other high stakes incident. You get a perfect shot between the eyes, and it was the sexiest fucking thing and he has to eat you out right then and there. Or you hint at sex and he makes it more romantic, getting you dinner and finding a place with nice sheets. Both ways show that he cares, it just depends on what’s available at the time. Let this man between your legs and you will never be disappointed.

MacCready:

He’s somewhere in the middle; he might not notice right away that you’re trying to hint at sex but he will figure it out. MacCready is rusty when it comes to flirting but he does enjoy it. He’s not as big a tease as Hancock but he will hold out on you for a little while.

He really enjoys touching you, everything from innocent to sexual. Giving your shoulder a squeeze, holding your hand, pulling you out of harms way; MacCready could die a happy man if his hands were on you. It can drive you crazy how much he doesn’t seem to notice he’s turning you on. His hand will rest on your thigh and start rubbing circles without him realizing and you’re dying on the inside.

MacCready loves nothing more than when you get demanding. Grab him by the jacket and tug him into a room and he’s all yours. Alternatively, he likes to make you come to him, smirking and crooking his fingers at you. He makes up for his teasing by getting you off as many times as you’d like. He might play dirty but you’re always going to end up on the winning side.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 imagine #danse x reader #gage x reader #hancock x reader #maccready x reader #fallout #fallout imagine #paladin danse #paladin danse x reader #paladin danse imagine #fo4 imagine #fo4 gage #fo4 hancock #fo4 maccready #john hancock #john hancock x reader #hancock imagine #maccready imaigne #gage imagine

[mintsalsa]

relationship hcs — danse

a/n: yes fo4 in the lords year of 2023 bc i clearly havent gotten over this man in 8 years! 😀

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

danse is an incredibly layered character - it would take him particularly long to develop feelings for someone and even longer for him to actually realize he's falling in love

even when he can't help but finally acknowledge the strange feeling in his chest everytime he's around you, he would most likely still play it off

because he's so inexperienced with relationships, even friendships, he believes he's simply grateful to you for sparing his life

it's tough for him to express this gratitude with words early on, but even then he always has this burning desire to simply do things for you?

whether that's improving or polishing your weapons while you're asleep or organizing your desk when you're gone

all he knows is that he wants to be close to you, to protect you, to serve you - after all, you were the one that gave his life purpose after he left the brotherhood

it's only when one of your mutual friends starts teasing him about it that he questions his feelings further - and it's like a switch flips in his brain

all of a sudden he can't look you in the eyes anymore

he gets so flustered and overwhelmed by these new emotions, convinced it must be inappropriate for him to be feeling this way

when you stand a little too close to him his brain short-circuits, his breathing becomes unsteady and all he can think about is how much he wants you even closer to him

he does awkward pauses and clears his throat a lot when you're talking

obviously, he's terrified of losing you - or worse, scaring you away - so he wouldn't ever be the one to make a move, no matter how much the emotions in his stomach threaten to boil over

so when you finally pick up on it - it's actually not that difficult, he's kind of obvious - he'd be so, so relieved at you taking the lead

when your feelings are out in the open and he grows used to the change in relationship, there's a lot of inconspicuous flirting and delicate teasing

he finds out that he really, really likes kissing you (it's even better in reality than what he dreamed it would be)

whenever your lips find his and your hands his chin and neck, his heart feels like it's melting in his chest

even though his hands are rough, all his touches are so, so soft, so loving - a stark contrast to the image of the soldier he used to be

he handles you like a piece of fine china, afraid you could break and leave him behind all by himself

danse finds purpose and joy in your happiness, your love - emotions he was scared would stay forever lost

★ ! nsfw

ngl i headcanon danse as demisexual with medium to low drive to be physically intimate

he's not familiar with intimacy, and only after he falls head over heels and has his first experiences with you does he realize how rewarding it can be

his focus lies on your pleasure first and foremost, always, he's absolutely more on the giving end

he loves watching your face while his fingers play with you, he loves hearing you, feeling your body shift in his lap

he's so mesmerized by everything about you that his heart threatens to burst out of his chest every time he hears your soft moans

really, there's little in the world that gives danse the same satisfaction as making you cum

not much dirty talk, he prefers to whisper soft praises down the side of your neck every once in a while

despite everything he can be somewhat of a tease sometimes - the only time he'll enjoy having any kind of power over you

always takes such good care of you after and holds you in his arms while you drift off to sleep

© 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #paladin danse x reader #paladin danse x sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #f: fo4 #c: danse #g: hcs #need him biblically... #but hes pixels :(

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Paladin Danse x f!reader || Under you || SMUT

Title: Under you

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Danse (can be read as ss x Danse)

Characters: Danse, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, power dynamics in a sense that he outranks her in bos and that's used as a flimsy thread for pwp??, desk time, p in v, doggy, threat of being caught, injury that's basically forgotten halfway through, argument, ooc

Wordcount: 2800

a/n: the first fanfic for fallout and first time writing in a while so its has its issues but we ignore that for the serotonins my boiiii Danse gives me

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Opening the door to Danse's quaters onboard the Prydwen, you were greeted with his back towards you, broad shoulders covered by his BOS uniform. It wasn't every day you were faced with the realities of him outside of his armour.

However, you didn't look forward to this conversation given how he had left you at Knight-Captain Cade To get stitched up. His disappointment wasn't without merit, you had disregarded that order but with good reason, the civilians were the priority to you, not your own sensibilities of survival or self preservation.

You cleared your throat as you moved your hands to hook at your back. "Danse."You closed your eyes briefly and took a breath. "..Paladin Danse." You stated, keeping the clench of your teeth out of your voice as best you could ad you took the formal route.

He turned to regard you, eyes raking over you in a way that made you feel small before he took a breath.

"Did Knight-Captain Cade clear you?" He inquired, voice void of emotion as the remnants of the battle still courses through him, the images of your body bruised and bloody, the results still shining on the arch of your brow prominently. It's been a few hours and he's kept busy but it lingers on him, haunts him in a way he hadn't anticipated.

"Yes." You stated. "Well after few days rest, its honestly not even that bad Danse." You pulled against your shirt to reveal the stitched wound on your stomach, slight redness to the skin but nothing that would cause any worry. "Few days and I'll be back to kicking ass like I never even left."

Danse stood frozen for a moment, hands tightening ever so slightly at the clipboard he was holding at the sight of the exposed skin, knowing he shouldn't feel this way and much less when it was such an innocent gesture on your part when all you wanted to do was set his mind at ease. But the problem was that he had imagined it, had imagined his hands curled around that very skin, indenstations on your hips, on the smooth skin.

He knew his duties and what should take precedence but thoughts sometimes got a bit jumbled around you, feeling something growing in his chest, movement within in a way he couldn't decipher, anger at your actions and fear at your failures which he could argue was because of his role as your sponsor but he knew there was more to it and he should probably create some distance... but at the same time he had been elated when you asked him to accompany you on your outtings.

"That's.. uh that's good. "he stated, averting his eyes for a moment to think as he cleared his throat. "We still need to discuss your performance on the battlefield today, (Y/n).“ he took on the professional demeanor as he placed the clipboard on a nearby surface.

"I understand." You stated as you moved a few paces in his direction.

"You failed to follow a direct order." He stated. "You know what I told you when I chose to sponsor you. You are my responsibility and I can't have you-" he sighed and ran his hand over his face as he boiled at the thought. "You have a duty to this team."

It was definitely not an opportune moment as you watched him chastise you to feel the warmth in your body, the firmness in his stance, the power as he spoke. The brief flashes of when he carried your body to safety. Your attraction to the man was your own issue to deal with but it always creeps up when you need it the least.

You had imagined it was the lack of action that had you so wanton for the man but after a few nights with your hand between your legs with his name on your tongue and even a few drunken nights in goodneighbour, you had come to the conclusion that there had to be a little more to it than that but even so, the knowledge didn't stop the way you felt weak with his attention solely on you, it didn't stop your gaze from lingering or the butterflies in your stomach as his voice carried within the room.

You swallowed. "There were civilians, Danse. I could not let them be another casualty of war."

"You shouldn't have disobeyed." He stated firmly, brows furrowed as his voice raised slightly. "We would've-"

"They would've died." You interrupted. "You can't expect me to watch that happen when we could-"

He was always softer when it came to you, he knew that, he would wager that you knew it as well. He dismissed and even ignored many actions that might've seemed harsh in anothers eyes but nothing quite like the action he would commit when his lips met yours, a quick action that his mind couldn't quite compute but at the same time he felt vindicated. An entirely unprofessional offense against much of what he told himself and how he arrived to behave but you felt so real with his hands pressed to the side of your face, so soft pressed to his lips, so warm and pliable when you didn't pull away.

"You need to learn your place." He whispered against your lips as he pulled away, hands falling to your hips and pressing into the flesh. So many thoughts circling that were both impure and against the ideals of the brotherhood when it came to subordinates and colleagues.

You bit into your lip as you looked up at him, not quite the place you saw the conversation moving but it was definitely not unwelcome, just surpising and a little distracting with the way his fingers pressed into you, causing your brain to play catch up and wonder if this was real or not and whether you could push forth in the direction you desperately wanted to go.

"Are you gonna show me where that is?“ you whispered, breathe feeling like it was sucked from your body as you anticipated his reaction. Damn the pulsing between your legs that could have you on your knees in front of this man with a mere motion, a mere sliver that he wouldn't reject it.

He was quick to move you after the question, pressing you against the desk and hovering above you as a few small objects from his desk tumbled to the floor.

"Do you want me to?“ he asked, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort, wondering if he read the situation wrong, part of him wanting you to be the one to stop this so he didn't go against any of the bos ideals but hoping to whatever merciless god was out there that you wouldn't.

"Yeah.."you said softly, pushing through some forced confidence as you cleared your throat, meeting his eyes with a new form of what you hoped was seen as assurance. "Yes."

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes stayed trained on you, an act that felt soft and intimate in the way silence fell until his hand slipped into your hair, grip tightening and crashing his lips to yours once more. You gave as fervently as you got, hands pressed to his chest.

His own hand lingered at your chest, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and easily pulling it over your head and then came the bra, frustration evident as his need for you grew. An array of pushing and prodding as the frustration lingered in veins at the limitation the pieces of cloth supplied.

Finally he manages to push the small piece of clothing from your body to some place on the floor, watching you sit on his desk like this with an expression that anyone would call wanton. His hand cupped your breast in his hand, watching as you worried your lip between your teeth at the action. Softness even in sound when he ran his thumb over the bud.

He had been gentle in the journey to get you somewhat undressed but he hadn't forgotten the comment that lead him here, the boil within his blood at the thought of your actions and the unobstructed sight of the wound now before him. The image of you had not been enough to still the turmoil within him. The kindness he valued in you was the thing that would disregard order and yourself which brought him to this bridge but he could easily show you order, power, even show you your place as he had said. He would not be entirely wrong to say you place was under him but perhaps not in the sense that he would like and would enforce tonight.

He quickly undid the button of your pants, hands wrapping around your hips at a lingering thought, the need growing within him, a grip that lingered but didn't alarm you as he pulled you towards him but then a sudden shift as the direction changed, as he flipped you around, using his body to press you to the desk, hand pressing against against your upper back until you took the position he wanted. The new position added an ache to the wound on your torso, slight hiss that you doubt he even heard.

The desk was cool against your breast, anticipation as you kept yourself pressed to the surface, eyes looking behind at the man and only feeling the anticipation and want grow as his eyes travelled across your body.

"Such disobedience." He murmured as his hands slid down your back, fingers hooking in the waist and of the pants and pulling it over the curve of your ass along with your underwear. "Perhaps I had been too lenient with you." He stated, a tone that didn't quite match the content as his hands spread over your ass and squeezed. He lowered himself over your body, chest ghosting over your back as his lips pressed close to your ear and his own bulge pressing against your back side so temptingly. "I should correct that misstep, shouldn't I. Show you what insubordination gets you." He punctuated the word with the grind of his hips to yours.

You bit your lip as you spread your legs as much as you could given the pants around your thighs limiting your movement. Needing him to touch you in any way he wished, to use your body just as long as he touched you without all the layers between you.

The press of him eased up when he fiddled with his uniform, fighting to pry it from his body as quickly as possible at the sight of your pliable form. He hadn't bothered further than getting it passed his hips. For a moment he was dumbstruck, so many things he wanted but the uncertainty of whether he would get such a perfect opportunity to enact them made him slow to act, pressing two fingers to your entrance and spreading your slick and shallowly pressing into you to test the waters.

A whimper sounded past your lips as you closed your eyes at the feeling. It had been so long since someone else had touched you and though you had the nights where you had came around your fingers at the thought of him, it was miles apart from this, from his warm fingers spreading your cunt.

"That's a good girl."He commented, watching as his fingers disappear into your needy cunt, glistening in the light when he retracted, soft whimpers spilling from your lips and body rocking back against him softly. You were so compliant like this, such a pretty image that he would definitely be revisiting at a later time.

He removed his fingers from you, earning an annoyed sound and a glance back, he couldn't hide his glee at the state he could leave you in but at the same time, he needed to be inside you, needed you to clench around his cock and take him like you were meant to.

His hand wrapped around your hip, the other going to his cock and lining up. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the wetness until he settled, hips pressed to yours. The situation led you to believe he would give the time for you to adjust, he had always been accommodating and he had taken his time with pushing into you but he had other plans, other wants to allowed him to bypass that courtesy.

His hand slipped into your hair and tightened, pressing you to the desk if you just so happen to get any other ideas. His hips snapped, shallowly at first as he got used to the tightness. You cried out at the feeling, the pain that got dwarfed by the pleasure and he quickly pressed a hand over your mouth to silence your cries as he pressed closer to your ear.

"Wouldn't want anyone to come see what's wrong, would we?" He granted against your back, teeth scratching against your shoulder blade as he momentarily slowed his movements. "This is quite the position for a knight to be in."

Your hand wrapped around his wrist as his hips picked up the pace, closing your eyes as you took what he gave, imagining if someone did walk in, perhaps a scribe or Cade or even Maxson, seeing Danse give it to you, perhaps they could corroborate that this was real because it felt like you were floating, like he was splitting your skull in half and all you could do was think about how fucking full of him you felt. Punishment be damned, you needed them to know Danse was fucking you, that he chose you even if just a momentary lapse.

Suddenly he pulled out, flipping you over like you weighed nothing, you bit into your lip at the full sight of him, bare chest and cock at attention. He, on the other hand, had no notions of taking in the moment, taking hold of your legs and pressing them to your chest so he could get easy access to that tight cunt of yours, immediately pressing home at the first opportunity.

You moaned at the feeling, pressing your palm to your lips given his previous comments even with your own voyeuristic fantasies and the need to have him do it, to control every aspect of the situation, to set the perimeter and feel his hand press to the sides of your face as you just laid there and took it.

He could feel his end approaching, hand pressing and prodding at your skin at the thought of losing access, finally lingering at your clit at the thought of you coming on his cock.

"Hold this." He commanded, taking your free hand and wrapping it around your legs. You did as you were told, glossy eyes watching the man before you and then keening when he touched you, thumb rubbing against your clit in fast, tight circles and you knew you were done for.

"Danse.." you cried, hand slipping from your lips as you moaned into the air, neither of you seeming to care at the moment as his hips snapped into you with renewed vigor at the sound of his name falling from your lips. "Please-I.."

"I know." He stated, interuppting your train of thought. "Be a good girl and come for me."

Again, you did as he asked, feeling the warmth spread throughout your limbs as your walls clenched around him. The cry that left your lips would most likely be heard past his door followed by the mantra of his name as you fought through the intense emotion.

He had to fight to keep moving past the the clench of you, giving a few shallow thrusts before he came inside of you, ropes of his come hitting your walls as he stilled deep inside of you with a grunt of your name.

A few moments passed of heavy breathing before he pulled out, watching as his come slipped out of you which he promptly pushed back inside of you with two fingers which elicited a whimper from you.

Coming back to his sensibilities, he retracted from you, softly removing your hand from your legs and setting them to the floor and pulling you to a seating position. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your pants back over your hips and then picked you up bridal style, wordlessly. He hoped you were alright, that he hadn't made a mistake by giving into his most base desires for you. He cared for you and he hoped for more than the structure provided under this militarristic life but that was a whole other can of worms.

He placed you in his bed, getting in behind you and wrapping an arm around your middle. He could steal this moment, could he not. If you were to resent him for his actions, at least he could pretend in this moment as you fall asleep pressed to his chest.

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[datsynthhoe]

Fo4 Companions and their Love Languages

Words of Affirmation

- Curie was locked in her cage for god knows how long, and really just wants to impress you. So when you say nice things to her, she gets all giddy.

- Deacon doesn’t like getting close to people, but he really enjoys your company. So when you tell him how you appreciate him, it really hits home.

- Hancock is like, lonely. Bless him, he doesn’t really have a lot of people around him, other than his citizens. It’s just nice to hear appreciation from someone who truly cares.

Acts of Service

- Cait doesn’t feel that she deserves good people in her life. So doing things to help her, no matter how small, she appreciates so deeply.

- Codsworth was literally built to please.

- Preston A SETTLEMENT NEEDS YOUR HELP-

Gift-Giving

- Maccredy grew up really poor, so any time he receives gifts, he’s a very happy bunny rabbit. Literally healing his inner child.

- Strong like shinny thing.

- Gage, much like Maccready, grew up with nothing, so he likes to receive gifts. It’s also how he shows his appreciation and love.

Quality Time

- Nick feels comfortable when he is with you. You stop the random memory flashes, the fear of people judging him, and you make him happy. That’s all he needs.

- X6 isn’t really sure how to express his emotions. He has never been allowed to. So just being in your presence has helped him get a good start.

- Ada feels lonely a lot, so when you guys just sit and talk, she loves it. And she has A L O T to talk about.

Physical Touch

- Danse is literally just a big teddy bear. He loves cuddling with you and just basking in your presence. He’s a big ol baby.

- Piper hates it, but she’s severely touch-starved. She just loves being held so much, it’s not even funny. But if you tell anyone she’s a softie, she’s killing you.

- Dogmeat is literally a dog lol. Just a baby :)

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[enavi]

Worry Worry Worry Ch.5

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Y/N - your name

H/C - hair colour

S/C - skin colour

E/C - eye colour

" - Talking

' - thinking

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Walking down the road away from Sanctuary, there was a dead body lying face first on the ground with what seemed to be a dog next to him with a tire iron stabbed into its side. The dead man was wearing something like a thicker leather coat, jeans, and a button up shirt, In all honesty it looked more sturdy than the flimsy vault suit they were wearing. With a lot of mental apologies Y/N took off all the clothing from the man and put it on, cringed at the dirty feeling, then continued on. They past the minutemen statue, to which Y/N found a duffle bag at the side of, full with a bit of ammo, a double barrel shotgun, and some type of canned food.

'was it dog food? Or had it just gone bad?' Thought Y/N as they leaned their head away from the contents of the can, the smell sticking to the inside of their nose.

Continuing a bit further they came across the old red rocket gas station, it was the one that Abigail and Louis would go to for parts.

Suddenly a figure ran up to Y/N. If it weren't for Y/N's quick mind they would have shot the figure, a dog they noted, in the face. The dog was friendly though, just coming up to them and bouncing a bit from foot to foot with his tail wagging behind him.

Kneeling down on one knee Y/N scratches the back of one of the dogs ears, to his delight. "Hey boy, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" They ask with a chuckle, "you wanna come with me pal?" To which they got a series of happy small barks as a reply, chuckling some more at the playful animal 'for a dog he seems pretty smart.'

"Alright then.." Y/N stands back to their feet and gives a small look around, then mumbles to their self, "let's stick together"

The Dog turned out to be really useful, smart too. Barking when he found things like stimpacks or bandages and thing a alike. In the backroom of the red rocket they found a metal container with the words caps scribbled on it, and looking inside there were caps, bottle caps that is, probably about 20 of them, 'why are people collecting these?' They thought to themselves but ultimately pocketed them like they did with the ones found back in Sanctuary.

Sudden they heard their companion whimper out as something outside burst through the ground. Pink large disgusting creatures popped out. Many of them. As Y/N ran out with their companion behind them they were almost immediately attacked by maybe 5 or 6 of the creatures. Fumbling with their 10mm pistol they shot wildly at the creatures in front of them. The dog taking their backside and killing off the things trying to ambush them from behind.

Gnashing teeth wasn't a sound they found that they enjoyed. Just as much as they hated the feeling of the teeth scraping and nipping harshly at their legs. The dog was able to bite the closest one on the neck and shake it around despite the size comparison, effectively breaking the creatures neck as they kicked and shot out to the remaining creatures around them.

Sighing out a breath as the last mutated animal fell down dead they assessed their own body. The adrenaline was still pulling through their body, and was a good thing to, their legs up to above the knee had a lot of blood, deep looking scrapes and bite marks were all over them. 'God I hope they didn't have any disease or illness..' was one of the many thoughts that crossed Y/N's mind.

Slightly limping into the run down Red Rocket they found more stimpacks in and around the garage, as well as fabric bandages that would be useful both now and most definitely later if the latest encounter means anything.

Quickly wrapping their legs, after using a can of purified water sparingly, they did the same to any of the injuries the dog had, which was not a lot thankfully. 'I can't tell if I'm happy or jealous that the dog is in a better state then I am ... but I guess it makes sense, he's lived like this longer then I have.'

Getting out Y/N didn't forget to grab the extra ammo they found after scrounging around for the bandages. With a little more precaution and a lot more nerves then before they continued on the road, dog in tow. Not even 1 minute away there was a large cow like thing laying dead on the road, it's body opened at the side, and on top, of course, more disgusting creatures.

These ones though were easier to identify, looking really similar to mosquitos, just... unfortunately bigger, a lot bigger. Crouching down Y/N motioned for the dog to do the same as they creep up to the bugs. With a gun in hand and a pipe on the ready they shoot.

The bugs went down faster then Y/N thought they would, when they got close enough Y/N switched to melee attacks which worked wonders. Once that was over and done with the two continued on, stopping to go into an open and safe (ish) looking house, which had some more canned food and more of the currency stashed away, as well as some bobby pins. Walking down the road it quickly became clear that there was something going on. Gunshots and shouting was definitely heard, coming up to a building near the road they hid behind it, peering out to see people shooting up to a ledge on the old museum, where another person stood. They couldn't see what was happening very well, or which side was winning, though that didn't matter, especially when one of the people on the ground had seen them and started to shoot.

Left with no choice Y/N ducked behind cover, a car, and started shooting, they really didn't want to do this but they doubt that these people were willing to talk. One became three quickly. Their dog companion running up and attacking where he could. They all were shooting at one another when one threw a bottle with a lit piece of cloth in it. Somehow catching it  Y/N yelled for the dog to come back as they threw the makeshift bomb back at the people.

As simple as the molotov bottle bomb was, it was effective, distracting the people for long enough to get clear shots in. From around five and leaving with two left alive the man on the balcony got rid of the last ones as Y/N slowly walked forward to hide again, not really knowing if the man was going to shoot, they didn't want to take chances. Well until they heard the man shout out. "We got a group of settlers inside! The raiders are almost through the door! Grab that laser musket and help us! Please!" Honestly, Y/N didn't know if they wanted to go in there if that meant being shot at again, but with their dog friend pawing at the door and trying to nudge it open they guess that there really wasn't an option, seeing as their only companion was trying to go in and help.

With a quick look Y/N grabbed the laser musket and ammo before quickly heading in. Almost immediately they were being shot at once they were noticed. Ducking into the corridor to the left they hid from the gun shots. Though some ricocheted and almost hit them, cautiously but quickly walking through the small maze of a museum they walked into a room with another 'raider', one that was thankfully looking away leaving their back open. Taking aim Y/N shot, and down went another, man they're really happy they let Nate teach them how to shoot a gun.

Being strategic, and by that I mean bolting up the stairway and ducking into an alcove.

Quietly they heard two raiders talking, they couldn't make out much of it, just that one wanted to leave and the other agreed but that they couldn't. 'Oh god damn, it really just hit them that their killing other people, granted yes the raiders are doing it too, but they forgot that their enemies may also not have wanted to fight, wh- ok no, not the time for this, have a crisis after, when it's not life or death.'

Wanting to give a relitively quick death to these two Y/N grabbed an actual small hand grenade they found and threw it in, seconds later an explosion and the sound of wet flesh hitting the ground was heard. It was disturbing for sure, the sight more so, fuck they felt terrible. With a shaky breath they powered on and carried on, they continued the bloodshed, killing the last two on the top floor before the sound of a door opening make them whip around. There stood the man from the balcony, "get inside, quickly" and with that they entered and shut the door behind them, the dog happily making his way to an older lady on the couch and laying by her feet.

"Man I don't know who you are but your timings impeccable," he held out his hand for a handshake, "Preston Garvy, Commonwealth Minutemen.."

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