Ryder, fresh meat to the Mojave, finds himself in company of one of the most vicious beasts to walk the land, a Deathclaw. He is forced to raise it, and could it have picked a stupider person to imprint on? To survive they must gather allies, all the way from robot geniuses to drug-induced animals, to combat the Purifiers that want to burn the Mojave back to the Old World ways.

His hand clamped down harder on Danse's face as the paladin's eyes widened. "And you know what? You're gonna let me. Cuz you want it, don't you, sweetheart?" His face dropped even closer, his bloody lips touching Danse's as he spoke. He could feel the skin of Danse's neck hump up into goosebumps under his fingers. "Don't you?" (Goes from Hate sex to Eh, I Guess He's Alright sex)

A love triangle between Female Sole Survivor, Hancock, and MacCready. Cheezy and fluffy. Rated M for eventual smut. Currently complete, but I hope to eventually write a part two. Your constructive feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Maxson needs to get laid. And he's not going to fuck around with someone under his command. So he makes the only sensible decision and decides to visit everyone's favourite den of inequity, Goodneighbor, and find someone to spend the night with. But he crosses paths with an ex-gunner and a lanky ghoul in a strange outfit who feel like playing tricks on this handsome douchebag.