I WAS BLIND TO SEE

"you're the one i need."

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★ — obsessed with fallout.

noir. 22. he\they

18+ writing is mainly gender neutral. i'll write for more characters as i get a better feel of their personalities.

constructive criticism is always welcomed! i'm always looking to improve.

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intimacy headcanons. warnings: negative self-image, self-doubt, possessiveness. ⤷ featuring gob.

he's not a fan of pda, not that he doesn't care for you, but he's still much too afraid of other's reactions to go through with it. but, in the emptied bar or the safety of his room. he's more than willing to show you how much he loves you.

he likes complimenting you, whether it's about your appearance or prowess in certain things. he thinks so highly of you that words seem to tumble from his lips when he's in your presence, much to his embarrassment.

if you asked him what his favorite part of you he liked, he'd automatically say your smile. the way it lit up your face is a sight he'd never get tired of seeing. now, if you were to ask him later on, he'd reluctantly say your ass (your chest, thighs, even your hands). the clothes you wore hugged you like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. he couldn't help but steal a glance whenever he could. he’s rather obvious about how much he likes you.

he's oddly possessive of you, not in the way you'd expect. it doesn't manifest as a domineering or controlling attitude, but more of a — i want you to be mine, and only mine — sort of way. it’s more sappy and bordering on pathetic. he doesn't wanna lose you to anyone. you're one of the few good things he's got going for him, and you've chosen him of all people. so, he plans on holding onto you tightly, very tight.

sometimes, he'll sneak extra stimpaks into your pack or alcohol if that's more to your taste. there's not much for gift-giving in the wasteland. so, he makes do with things that'll be useful to you.

⤷ nsfw below

you'd have to take the initiative for gob to take the hint. having sex with you is something that he's thought of plenty. a few fantasies here and there to keep him company. he never wanted to seem too eager and scare you away.

he prefers to have sex in the dark at the beginning of your relationship. he kept most of his clothes on or positioned himself behind you so you couldn't face him. he'd tell you he liked watching you squirm under him. but, it’s mostly because of his self-esteem. he doesn't have the best views of his body. he's come to terms with what he looks like decades ago.

the compliments you lavish him with are quite the ego boost, but his negative thoughts can't help but rear their head to the forefront of his mind when he's laid bare next to you. his rotting visage, an eerie contrast to your smooth skin. it's not something most would consider a pretty sight, himself included.

gob doesn't strike me as someone who's particularly dominant in bed. he’d take a more submissive approach and prefers to let you guide him. he's alright with taking the lead and being rougher if that's something you like.

he's willing to try the kinks you're into because he wants to please you. (mostly, because he’s a bit interested too…) as long as it's nothing too painful or something that'll put you both in danger, then he's down to try.

he's definitely into praise. if he's the one saying it, or you're lavishing him with it. he'll turn into putty in your hands if you praise him. telling him how good he's being or how great he's making you feel. nothing gets him going more than that. the thought that he's making you feel that good. whether it's from his mouth, fingers, or his cock. he’ll be ready for another round in no time.

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gob gets a little bit of loving.

warnings: gn pronouns, reader has breast, boobjob, blowjobs, facials.

“uh, you sure you want to do this,” gob questions, practically white-knuckling his belt. he’d be sweating if the pores on his body functioned properly. he isn’t sure how he got himself in this situation, with you on your knees, looking up at him, but he isn’t gonna stop you.

the sound of you unzipping your vault-issued jumpsuit pierces through the soft silence of the room. it seems you chose to forgo a bra today as well, giving him a view of the steady rise and fall of your chest.

“i wanted to do something special for you,” you admit, teeth biting into your lip. “i’ve been talking to nova. she told me that men like this sort of thing.” you place your hand on top of his, giving him a soft smile as you look at him.

“please.”

he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and releases his grip on his belt, allowing you to undo his pants. the belt clinks to the floor as you pull his pants down. your hot breath ghosts over his erection as you palm him through his boxers.

“go easy on me, kid,” he sighs, combing his fingers through the scraps of hair left on his head. it’s been so long since he felt the touch of another person that he could consider himself a virgin at this point, but who’s counting?

his cock slaps against his stomach as you pull his underwear down. you take him into your hand. it’s warm to the touch, almost as if it’s emitting heat. you shuffle closer into his space, bracketing his legs with your arms as you take him into your mouth.

your technique is clumsy and sloppy, making your inexperience obvious as droll drips from your lips. he whimpers, hand gripping your shoulder as you moan around him. the vibrations make his cock jump in your mouth, precome leaking from the tip, leaving a tingling sensation on your tongue.

his hand snakes its way from your shoulder to your head, tangling in your hair as he thrusts into your mouth. he takes in the sight of you, eyes glazed over as you rub your thighs together. he’ll never get used to it. a pretty smoothskin on their knees for a ghoul—not something you see every day.

you pull off with a small pop, jerking his slick cock. “there you go,” you pant, wiping the mess off your face. “now you’re ready.”

you cup your breast in your hands, creating a space for him to thrust into as you wrap them around his cock. you move your breast in tandem with his thrusts, lapping at the head that peaks out from between your breasts. the taste of come permeates your mouth as you attempt to take him deeper into your mouth.

his muffled pants and moans fill your ears. you steal a glance at his face and see him staring straight at you. he looks at you with hooded eyes, making your face flush with heat. you’d be more embarrassed if the weight of him on your tongue wasn’t making your insides ache with want.

the heat of him on your tongue, the musky taste of his cock—it feels good, so so good. you want more. you want him to come. inside you. on you. everywhere.

you redouble your efforts in a lustful haze. the slick slide of your combined efforts makes it easy for his cock to slide through the valley of your chest. he’s practically fucking your breast at this point. the tip of his mottled cock catches on your lips with every thrust of his hips.

you mindlessly suck, teasing your pebbled nipples as he uses you for his pleasure. your mind is a hazy cloud of all things gob when you feel the telltale sign that he’s coming.

he pulls away from you with a moan, cock in hand as hot ropes of come spurt on your face and chest, painting your body white. you keep your eyes closed, tongue out, catching the last of it, as you continue to massage his spent cock with your breast.

“jeez, kid. i’m done… i’m done,” he says breathlessly, pulling away to tuck his softening member back into his pants.

you feel warm all over and disappointedly empty. it’s easy enough to ignore the dull ache as you draw a finger through the spend on your face and bring it to your mouth. it’s rather pungent and salty, but it’s all, gob.

“f-fuck, don’t… don’t do that,” he chides, seemingly procuring a rag from nowhere. he wipes off your face and cleans the spit and come off your chest. you note the tenderness of his actions as he cleans you. it’s easy to get lost in the way he makes you feel. he finishes wiping you down and places the rag to the side.

“i’ll get you some radaway,” he mumbles, moving away to riffle through his dresser. he looks back at you sheepishly. “j-just give me a moment, and i’ll return the favor, alright.”

“take your time,” you say from your place on the floor, rather proud of yourself.

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how do you guys describe the ghoul characters when they blush? i've seen some people write it showing up as a purplish hue than a traditional red. ( the pre-fallout 4 ghouls at least ) i want to know others interpretations because i like that description a lot.

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being in a relationship with a gob.

gob didn't think that you were interested in him at first. you wouldn't be the first smoothskin to try and butter him up and get something from him. it was pathetic how he always seemed to fall for any semi-decent person's honeyed words. you'd think he'd stop falling for it decades ago, but that part of him that he tried to keep buried deep down inside couldn't help but long for that so-called special person.

it was far too easy for him to grow attached to you. someone who didn't treat him like a monster for merely existing. he began to idolize you in a way. you were different from most smoothskins he had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting. you accepted him, not tolerated. he could see it in the way you talked to him. hell, you even touched him— a damn ghoul, like he wasn't a monster without flinching.

for some reason, you kept showing up to this dingy bar with a smile. he entertained the thought that maybe you were actually coming just for him. you weren't dumb, that he was sure of. there were better places that didn't overcharge for that piss moriarty called beer. ones that didn't have ghouls whose appearance disgusted customers. ones that didn't have him. a ghoul, latching onto scraps of kindness.

slowly, he grew used to your presence. he began to crave it, even. the soft words shared between the two of you, the fleeting touch of your hands, ones that didn't bring him pain. it got to a point where he couldn't ignore the signs right in front of him. you wanted him. you honestly wanted him, ruined flesh and all.

the way you always managed to be in his orbit made him sweat. the parts that still could, at least. he wasn't used to someone wanting to be around him unless they wanted to mock him or assault him. he couldn't help but second-guess himself, waiting for the other shoe to drop—for this, your attraction to him, the relationship you claimed you wanted with him, to be some sick joke to humiliate him.

he waited, and waited… and nothing changed. you didn't treat him differently. it felt like a dream half the time. seeing your face in the bar was a reprieve from all the other customers. the casual touch of your hands as he fills your glass. the twinkle in your eye as you stared up at him. he could feel it. the affection that you hold for him.

he grew more confident with you, practically preening from your attention. it was evident in his behavior. he began to say things he never had the gall to say, not to a smoothskin. the words rolled off his tongue a bit smoother, not so clumsy as they did when your relationship was new. the touches shared between you two came easily, more frequently. he didn't startle or flinch away at the feeling of your touch against him anymore.

he didn't feel like a secret or some weird fetish that you'd indulge in and throw away once you had your fill. it feels right having you by his side. maybe you were the piece he was missing after all.