they/them - fallout x female reader - smut purveyor
games: new vegas, 3, 4, and the show
characters: whoever i find hot, gender be damned
topics: smut, fluff, random adventuring, but mostly PWOP
i accept requests, but i will let you know if i am not down to write the topic or the character. feel free to be as unabashedly horned up in my inbox, even if it isn't a request. we are freeee!
completed –
dirty martini – robert house x reader (18+)
eyes on the prize – r.h. x reader (18+)
jealous heart – benny x reader (18+)
your fic dirty martini was THE first mr house x reader ive ever read and even after reading every x reader with him, in my ranking it is still number one !!! so very hot, the descriptions are to die for 😻 i mustve read it like 6 times and i still get kinda hot and bothered about it whew. especially house’s dialogue… eyes on the prize is also great bc i love jealous voyeur house and i feel like he would totally get turned on watching her through the lucky 38 cameras. im really hoping you write more in that series 👀
thank you SO much! this is the sweetest thing everrrr, i am so glad you enjoyed it to such a level 😈 i would LOVE to write more in that series, i just don't know what yet! if you have any suggestions, pleaseeee let me know ❤️
kinda new to Tumblr so I'm not sure if I'm doing the request thingy right😭 But could you please do a jealous Benny in the tops who sees someone flirting with the reader?? with smut if ur comfortable but mostly just super possessive benny🥹🥹
here you go <3 thank you so much for your request, sorry it took so long!
rating: 18+
word count: 2.6k
tags: est. relationship, possessive behavior, fingering, unsafe sex, light bondage, tops slang (a warning tbh)
link to archive of our own
“Fuck!”
You smack the side of the slot machine in annoyance– it has to have been broken. 300 chips in, and 0 out. Not one triple, let alone a single cherry. Of course, it didn't matter at the end of the day. It was Benny's money, not yours.
“Come on, baby doll. Have a little fun, courtesy of the Ben-man,” he tucks the chips in your clutch. “I have some caravan guys to butter up, but I'll be back before you can miss me.”
You hum softly, still smelling his soap faintly from when he kissed you goodbye. It didn't help the sting of losing without a chip in sight, especially when he lied: you do already miss him. The way he does his hair, all nice with the old-stock pomade he found, only using it on special occasions like making good impressions. Mussing it up was hard, but worth it all in the end.
“Hey-hey now, you're a pretty broad!”
A man barks at you from another machine, breaking your reverie. A quick look at him shows that he's a tourist from the NCR; his sunglasses scream California. He’s dusty and sweaty at the same time, and reeks of Dixon’s whiskey. Willingly partaking in Freeside’s watering holes was never a good sign.
You cock your head, turning to face him, “Already learned the Tops lingo, huh?”
“I dig this crazy slang!” He laughs and leans in further, “How about we head to the Aces? You look like you know how to, uh, swing.”
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“Boss, you know we can’t leave ‘em hanging any longer,” Swank follows Benny into the hall, the latter man reaching inside his jacket for a cigarette. “They’re gettin’ antsy.”
“So am I,” he strikes a flame from his complimentary Lucky 38 matchbook, “Just keep ‘em entertained, pour them something expensive. I need to, ah, do a patrol.”
A trail of smoke follows him as he walks to the elevator, and Swank is left to shake his head, “Yeah, definitely not to mack on your broad…”
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It was a no-brainer where you were on the main level, Benny knew you frequented a particular section of slot machines, swearing they were the best payers. It was an interesting belief held by someone going steady with the head of the casino. Taking a lengthy drag, he nods to the various Chairmen that greet him when the doors open. They could tell he was not to be bothered; it oozed off of him.
Checking his watch, he groans: half past 9 was far too late in the negotiations to be sidetracked. There would be ample time to make it up to the traders, he hopes. Moving a bit faster, he jogs up the carpeted steps to scan across the floor. Benny’s eyes find the pre-war fabric of your dress amongst the monotony; always have to keep your girl in the finest of digs. His heart calms at the sight of your laugh, that is, until he keeps looking.
“It’ll be fun, and I can buy you all the drinks you could ever want,” the tourist, in his desperation to sound enticing, only sounds like even more of a chump.
You roll your eyes, coming down from laughing at his absurdity, “Not my speed. How ‘bout some chips instead?”
Without missing a beat, he pulls out two fresh stacks of them. Your eyes light up with a new opportunity to waste money that wasn’t yours– even if it means letting this guy think he has a chance. Benny was taking too long anyway.
Before you could even entertain the idea of grabbing them, a loud yelp erupts from the Californian, and the chips roll across the floor. You look up to see your checkered-suit doll pushing his shiny 9mm against the man’s bobbing Adam’s apple.
“I bet you have a real smart reason for talking up my girl,” he says, finger dancing on the hammer, “Let’s say you were giving her these chips out of the goodness of your heart, yeah?”
He nods rapidly; it was clear this gave him enough of the New Vegas experience for a lifetime. Benny laughs, patting the man roughly on the back before shoving him away. He gestures with his gun toward the floor manager to take him outside, and it’s swiftly attended to. You barely glance at the free money on the floor once he turns his gaze to you, steeled and unreadable.
You stand up, ready to let him know that guy never had the ghost of a chance– instead, he simply nods his head toward the elevators. A talkative Benny was one thing, but a silent one was unprecedented. Following him, you notice a couple of gamblers behind you, slyly picking up the forgotten chips.
His head brewed with a storm of jealous thoughts, despite his logical side telling him that droves of men from across the Mojave would do the same as that guy did. If you two weren’t together, he’d do the same, even if you were with Mr. House of all people. The thoughts of other men desiring you were not helping his state of mind, even if one of them was a freakshow like House. He pushes the call button roughly.
Benny runs his hand through his hair, uncaring that he is still holding his piece. He taps his foot impatiently.
You sigh, trying to break the tension, “It’s not like I egged him on, honey.”
The elevator doors open, and he quickly presses the button for the thirteenth floor after you two step in. As they creak closed, he practically pounces upon you. His chapped lips press against yours, as well as all around them, uncaring if he misses. You hum into his embrace, surprised but satisfied at the vigor, even if it came with a little bit of pain.
“I leave you alone for one night, and you let some NCR schmuck take a pass at you?” He gasps out. You can barely see him through the flickering light of the lift, but you can feel his eyes all over you. “I should've shot that guy from the jump.”
You're pressed against him and the wall fully now, at absolute mercy of his need. His leg pushes between yours, and you hum into his embrace.
The elevator dings and reaches its destination. Benny pulls back, finally putting his gun back into his pants. He grabs your hand and takes the quick left to his apartment. The guards on this floor pay no mind to the scene, too busy on their third smoke break. Ever the gentleman, he still opens the door for you in his jealous state. You shed your heels as you walk toward his bedroom, swinging your hips with every movement.
You turn coquettishly to face him past the threshold and lean against the foot of the bed. You finally see what this all has done to him: bitten lips, a tent in his trousers, and a look of need. Benny cracks his neck as he undoes his tie, pocket square hanging on by sheer luck. There is little else in his eyes besides fire as he stalks forward.
“Turn around for me, baby doll,” he mutters once he steps foot inside the room, facing you down. “I’m not keen on waiting.”
The height difference between the pair of you was not stark, but from this angle, it was doing everything for you. Doing as he asks, you let out a gasp when he grabs your wrists, the soft fabric of his tie wrapping around them swiftly. The touch of his hands near the small of your back gave you butterflies, even through the chiffon.
“Scared I’ll run off?” You try to up the snark, but your voice comes out dripping with intrigue.
He chuckles and tightens the crude knot, “No, just showing you the lengths I’d go to keep ya with me.”
Benny pushes you onto the duvet, bending you to be at his mercy. You wiggle, feigning an urge to be free, but you only notice just how much this got him worked up. His grip tightens, pushing your hands deeper into your back as he tries to find his footing again.
“Shit, the way you move…” He breathes out and stops your wiggling with his hips pushing forward. “Feel that, baby? Two can play at this game.”
You groan– he’s so close to where you want him, but so many layers in between. He moves his hands further down, fingers dancing at the hem of your dress. Gently, he lifts it to your waist, revealing the kind of lacy panties he has come to love about being with you– both of you have style. You keen, lifting yourself to meet his fleeting touch.
“There she is,” he chuckles again, letting his hands wander all over the sheerness, “That’s my girl, right?”
Nodding into the sheets, you feel him slide the lingerie to the side, exposing you to the cool air. Benny’s middle finger runs up your slit, relishing in the warmth you give off. Your wetness isn’t unnoticed, and he uses it to push his digit inside without warning. The pressure is not enough, but still sends your neurons firing.
“Bet that tourist wouldn’t even know what to do with you…” He mumbles, mostly to himself, as he relishes the wet noises coming from you once he adds a second finger. “I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”
You nod again, wanting to rock back onto his hand so desperately. All images of whoever tried to talk you up earlier fade from your mind. He curls and scissors just right, his other hand massaging the base of your thigh softly. Speeding up, he can feel your moans, even if he can’t hear them through the bedsheets. Your knees begin to buckle, and you feel your lower half warm even more so.
Only able to focus on the pace Benny set, you feel the beginnings of your release. It was white hot and nearly painful, you were at his absolute mercy– and he wanted to prove that. As if he knew your body as much as you did, his fingers pull out unceremoniously right before the peak. You properly cry out now, face sweaty and breath wavering. It was clear why he would tease you this way, but it didn’t help the ache any less.
He unbuttons his blazer and undoes his belt while you attempt to recuperate, “D’ya think you’ve learned your lesson?”
You crane your neck, doing your best to look him in the eyes as you bat your eyelashes.
“Yeah, I’m picking up what you’re putting down, honey baby.” His demeanor can’t stay dark when he can see the way you’re dripping down your thighs. “Let’s get you untied so I can look at you proper.”
Benny fumbles the tie off your wrists and leans down to kiss them sweetly, despite there being no marks left behind. He flips you around and closes the gap before there’s any time to take in either of the others’ appearance. His tongue licks at your bottom lip immediately, wanting nothing more than to be inside, and is promptly let in. You fawn at the feeling of his hand running through your hair, pulling and undoing all the work you put into it that morning.
He lifts your legs to be closer to you, bending them and loving the feeling of you wrapping them around his hips. Pulling himself out of his slacks, he rubs the tip gently up and down your arousal. You moan happily into the constant kiss, deepening it as he becomes more daring in his teasing. It continuously catches on your entrance, but he never pushes far enough in.
“Please,” you pant out, separating the kiss only made him move his ministrations all over your cheeks and neck.
“Please, what?” Benny licks the sweat off your neck, kissing down to your collarbones.
You shudder, goosebumps forming as he blows on the spots he just kissed, “Fuck me, please, sugar.”
With a bite into your soft skin, he finally seats himself inside of you with the ease that makes sense with the amount of wetness you were producing. You hum in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure at all the stimuli, and let yourself experience all the love he wanted to give you.
“That’s right, that’s right,” he kisses the shell of your ear, pressing his weight against you, “Just take it all.”
The discomfort of still being clothed was no match for the edge that it gave both of you. Benny digs his fingers into the fabric of your dress, bunched around your hips so elegantly. You cry out as he’s seated fully inside, a grin written all over your face as you take in his nearly pained expression.
“So damn tight…”
You can’t help but giggle in pleasure as he starts to move, a rhythm much appreciated after all this machismo nonsense. He was wrapped around your finger, but still thought he called all the shots. His pompadour falls apart with every movement, and you run your fingers through it. He leans into your touch, kissing your wrist sweetly as he winks at you– ever the tease.
Moving your hand down to cradle his cheek, you relish the way he fills you up perfectly. He was right; he was the only guy in this whole irradiated world who could ever make you feel like this. You swipe your thumb over his bottom lip, coinciding with a particularly rough thrust that has your head thrown back against the sheets. With your eyes wrung shut, you can only feel as his tongue darts out to lick your finger.
You whimper at this; it’s almost too much. Benny groans, eyes darting all over your euphoric form as he wraps his lips around your thumb. His hips speed up with this, and you can feel his further groans reverberate across your hand. You open your eyes slightly to see a man truly undone: hair stuck to his glistening forehead, plump lips embracing you, and just a glance of his musculature beneath his now-damp clothing.
It hit you like a truck, the waves of pleasure crashing over you and letting your eyes close once again. You can feel your thighs crushing his abdomen in your ecstasy, and it only makes him shudder more.
“That’s my baby, get yourself off on me just like that,” he whimpers out, lowering himself to kiss all over your face. “You’re so, so good for me.”
His praise makes you beam, increasing just how much pleasure you feel. Your lips are engulfed by his, and only now do you feel just how hard he is pushing into you. It was on the brink of too much; his essence was all you could taste, feel, smell, everything.
With a final whimper into your mouth, Benny’s hips stutter against yours as he spills inside of you. You can feel him smile against you, and you can’t help but return it. He may be a jealous man, but you make him sweet.
Your legs relax against the bed, and the two of you slowly separate. He unbuttons the front of your dress, knowing that you’d hate to be sweating more than you already are. Still tired, you attempt to do the same.
“Shh, don’t worry about it,” he slicked his hair back, chest heaving, “Just lie there and look pretty for the Ben-man.”
Reaching back toward the bed, you toss a small pillow at him, “Do not call yourself that while we’re in the bedroom.”
“You love it,” he pulls the sleeves of your dress down your arms, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder. “I’ll get some champagne ready for us, baby doll. How about you start the bath?”
so I have Chronic Illness(combined with other things) and found out that when House is on screen I get too excited and my heartrate goes up and my vision gets blurry and I could potentially pass out.
OH MY GODDD, please be safe, i didn't know he could be that dangerous. i will say, he would love this about you
