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John Hancock x reader
While high on Hancock’s couch, you get ready to tell him you’re leaving Goodneighbor tomorrow. Trouble is, the thought of kissing him just keeps distracting you.
︱ First kiss ︱ Getting together︱ Hancock is a simp ︱
Shake, rattle and roll ︱read︱
John Hancock x reader
You reunite with your lover after weeks away in the wasteland. The two of you are eager to reconnect
︱sappy smut ︱fluff︱ Hancock is a simp ︱
Well fed ︱read︱
Requested!
John Hancock x reader
After a scuffle on the road, Hancock takes care of you
︱ request! ︱pure porn ︱ trans masc! reader ︱ afab genitalia ︱ oral sex (m recieving) ︱praise kink ︱ knife play ︱service top! hancock ︱
Oh, the night's so blue ︱read pt 1.︱pt. 2 tbd︱ pt. 3 tbd︱
Something turned in my heart pt. 1
John Hancock x reader
implied/potential Nate (SoSu) x reader
After a drunken one night stand with your boss and mayor, you'd planned on hiding out in your room for several months. Those plans get delayed when Nate, general of the Minutemen and childhood friend, asks you and Hancock to join him on a quest in the west of the Commonwealth.
︱pining︱drunk sex so... dubcon?︱fell first/fell harder︱Hancock is a pining simp in this one︱ and a bit of a slut tbh︱ reader is not SoSu︱
Red nightgown blues ︱read︱
John Hancock x reader
Prompt from an ancient Livejournal Fallout kink meme. Not at all sure the original poster is active or has any idea I wrote this, but I figured I'd share it with you guys as well! Please heed the tags!
︱Miscarriage︱ reader has afab! anatomy︱ reader is the SoSu︱ angst (not much actually)︱ hurt/comfort︱ established relationship︱ reader worries about medical conditions︱
To be published:
A girl and her dog ︱August 20th︱
Cooper Howard x reader
A strange sight awaits you at the Super Duper Mart you'd been planning to make a trade at. He doesn't seem all that interested in you, but he does like your dog.
︱first meetings︱canon divergent from e4︱smut!︱
And wondering why it's me you're wronging ︱August 25th︱
John Hancock x reader
He said the mess with Bobby was nothing personal, but the glint in his eyes and his grip on your hips says otherwise
︱request!︱smut︱d/s vibes︱trans!masc reader︱ degradation︱mean Hancock in this one!!︱
Walk my way ︱August 30th︱
John Hanock x reader
You're acting like a schoolchild with a crush, despite being fully grown, second in command of the Minutemen and very much capable of holding John Hancock's hand without feeling like your face was on fire.
︱ new relationship ︱ flustered awkwardness from both of u︱ Nick and Nate are so sick of ur guys' shit︱ flirting︱ chem sharing︱ fell first/fell harder trope︱ terrible, terrible puns ︱
Currently unnamed three parter! ︱first part in september︱
John Hancock x reader
Tracking your relationship with John from neighbors in Diamond City to adults navigating life in downtown Boston
︱Childhood friends to lovers ︱ angst a plenty︱ smut! ︱miscommunication ︱Mistaken/concealed identity︱more tags to be added ︱
Promised never to ride (on another bronco) ︱tbd︱
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader
Captured and tied, your captors toy with you to torture their enemy, the Ghoul. Left alone, with some unknown chem running through your veins, you get him to comfort you.
︱ SEX POLLEN!! ︱so dub-con︱still enthusiastic consent from u︱ oddly soft cooper︱ his first time in 200 years︱ ooc cooper?? I hope not but I'm a soft bitch and I need soft love︱
We’re not above birds (let’s misbehave) ︱tbd︱
John Hancock x reader
A quick little chem break on the road ︱smut︱shotgunning︱intoxicated sex︱
My love is a rider ︱tbd︱
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader
The mojave: 2280. The backdrop for the perfect modern cowboy romance, right?
︱ohoh this one'll get freaky. I'm keeping my secrets︱
Singing my song (of loneliness) something turned in my heart pt. 2 ︱ tbd ︱
John Hancock x reader
Possible Nate Fallout (lmao what's his last name again) x reader
You weren't exactly sure how you'd been dragged from your comfortable bed in the Old State House to act as a therapist for the Sole Survivor, but here you were, in the great Green Jewel, with cooling noodles in front of you and a crying Nate on your shoulder
︱Very possibly maybe a threesome sitch? ︱ more of an introspective piece︱ reader is not SoSu ︱
Reduced to skin and bone ︱ tbd ︱
Multi-parter
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader
Falling in love with an older, failing actor in the throes of divorce was definitely not the best career move for you, an up and coming Hollywood script writer, but something about those eyes drew you in...
︱ pre-war ︱ post-war ︱ very romantic ︱ personal drama ︱ tons of smut ︱ older man/younger woman ︱ fucked up vault-tec experiments ︱ more tags to be added ︱
Happy 10 year anniversary to Fallout 4!
I've finished this Hancock, which was lying in my folder for half of FO4's life and was intended to be for the Fallout zine ahahaha
Nate (35) is the sole survivor but his younger sister (25) survived too. Nate is overprotective of his sister, kinda annoyingly so. Nate and his sister find Goodneighbor and meet Hancock, like a typical Fallout 4 play thru. They travel together. Sister is falling in love with Hancock because she sees how sweet he is and how ruthless he can be too. Is Hancock falling for her? Does he keep it on the down low? Sister is a bit shy, so she admires Hancock secretly. Mutual pining? Nate isn't too keen on how close they seem to be getting. Does Hancock secretly kiss the sister? Or does she kiss him first? Like what if Hancock gets a little injured and she takes care of him? Hancock is a little flirty while injured.
AHHHH I LOVE THIS ANON UR MIND!!!!
when hancock first met you and your older brother, he thought that the two fo you would be dead within the week, especially stumbling into a place like goodneighbor
he told the neighborhood watch to keep an eye on you two to make sure that no one gave you trouble, especially after your not so great welcome by finn
once the two of you are running around for a while, he truly sees how you're not just some chickens with your head cut off, but intentional about finding nate's son/your nephew
hancock sees how overprotective nate is of you and honestly doesn't blame him, after everything that his family has been through, but it sort of makes you a forbidden fruit for him
he flirts with you at the third rail whenever nate is off talking to maccready with an innuendo slipped in here and there, but nothing more than that really happens, and he doesn't expect it to
until the two of you were caught breaking into his storage room with none other than bobbi no nose
he was tickled pink when the two of you showed loyalty to a mayor you barely knew and talked it out peacefully with bobbi no where to be found afterward, but he was surprised that fahrenheit had given you ashmaker, which your brother immediately took away of course
nate had a shotgun on him at all times while he insisted that you have long-range weapons, you frequently switching between a sniper rifle and your beloved plasma rifle that you had spent so much time and money working on. the only thing that sucked was that the ammo cost an arm and a leg, so you usually had to save it for especially nasty enemies
the two of you went up to hancock's office after the incident and he thanked you both personally, offering to go out with the two of you on the open road to get away for a while
you said yes embarrassingly quickly, which immediately set off alarm bells in nate's mind
however, the two of you were going to have to go into the glowing sea soon and who better to help take you there than a ghoul?
plus nick liked him, so nate was a little more inclined to trust him
he also couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes, begging him to let the poor mayor join you on your journey
and so, the three of you set off after he made his goodbye speech to the town, like a terd of hurdles (herd of turtles, sorry its a family joke)
in your downtime when you're not helping settlements or clearing out buildings of raiders for basically table scraps for the brotherhood, the three of you stop in either trailers or homes that have at least 2 beds so you can rotate on who keeps watch while the others sleep
the three of you talk around a campfire, the two of you talking about life before the way and hancock spewing about all the dirty secrets of the people of goodneighbor, it was all in good fun
the way the three of you walked, nate was usually at the front while you and hancock formed a somewhat triangle formation behind him
the three of you usually travel in a comfortable silence, keeping an ear out for any enemies that might be around that you couldn't focus on if you were knee-deep in a conversation
but that's also when you and hancock shared stolen glances at each other, walking too close to one another that your hands brush or your shoulders bump, little moments that had hancock feeling like a little schoolboy with a crush again
of course nate saw none of this as the two of you would straighten out if he showed even an inkling of turning around
nate had been adamant about not doing any drugs, which you called him a hypocrite for since he was basically a drug dealer with how much jet he made on an almost regular basis
he almost had a heart attack the first time he ever saw you smoking a cigarette for god's sake
but with hancock around, he gets more lenient, which you definitely appreciate
plus, hancock is a good drug trip babysitter
the two of you laughed your asses off at nate's first jet high, he was so far gone that he didn't even notice how you fell onto hancock's lap as you clutched your sides
when it's hancock's turn to watch and you can't sleep, the two of you sit together and share a cigarette while nate is snoring away
you feel a tickle in your tummy as you realized it's technically an "indirect kiss", but you make no comment about it. hancock is flirty with everyone, there's no way that what he was saying was genuine to you... right?
over the next week, you find more plasma cartridges in your bag that you swear weren't there before, along with packs of your favorite cigarettes
you're pretty sure you know who the offender is, but you don't say anything. he's probably leaving stuff for nate too right?
as the three of you continue to travel on, the days turn into weeks and you see just how much hancock sticks to his moral code and helping those who can't help themselves
you had never seen anyone so passionate about helping people and wanting to live as authentically as possible, you couldn't help but admire him for it
it was sort of funny, the more your crush grew, the shyer you got around him while the more that hancock fell for you, the more genuine and specific his compliments got
"you really nailed that headshot today" "pork 'n beans has never tasted so good" "is that prewar perfume? how the hell did that glass bottle survive the blast? damn, well it was definitely made for you."
he doesn't use pet names because he KNOWS nate will smack him upside the head, little does he know that nate has been catching onto the two of you catching feelings for one another
nate has a serious talk with you about hancock while he's out bathing and it takes a LOT to wear him down, but he finally says that he trusts your judgment. while he might not like that hancock uses a multitude of drugs, he is a pretty decent guy overall
he still hovers and basically doesn't let the two of you out of his sight after his suspicions are confirmed, but he's been grilling hancock a lot about questions about his life LMAO
anyways, you're too chicken to confess and hancock is too apprehensive of nate to confess, so it goes on in awkwardness for a few days
until hancock gets injured
like BADLY injured
i'm talking knocking on death's door, you had to rush him to doctor amari, serious
you didn't leave his side the whole time she was patching him up, squeezing his hand in yours while holding back tears
when he finally wake up, he gives you a drowsy smile and says, "well damn, i thought i made it to heaven with such a beautiful angel waking me up."
you laughed and finally let your tears flow, a weight off of your chest as you leaned down and finally kissed him
you could feel his breath hitch against your mouth before he returned the kiss, his rough lips pushing back against yours
doctor amari shooed you off him to check his vitals and make sure he was stable, well stable enough for a ghoul before sending him off with a clean bill of health
nate was waiting outside of the memory den for the two of you with his arms crossed and a knowing look on his face
he gave hancock the protective "if you hurt her I'll kill you" speel that you're sure your father would've given him back in the dayand you couldn't help but smile as he reminded you of your fallen family member
you hugged nate tightly and smiled as you felt his arms wrap tightly around you, a silent 'i love you' from him
pulling back and lacing your hand with hancock's, the three of you set off once again into the commonwealth, ready to face whatever was in store for all of you
a/n: im so sorry yall i kinda ran rampant with this one /pos
got this idea in my mind somehow and had to see it through 🫡 pray for me chat
pairings : the ghoul (cooper howard) x fem!reader | john hancock x fem!reader.
warnings : reader is afab—no descriptions given BUT honey, hun, pretty(lady), girly, babes, sweetheart, and sunshine are all used as nicknames ! references to blowjobs / suggestive themes / alcohol use / chem use / mild mature content / profanity.
The Ghoul (Cooper Howard) 1.7k words
Settling into an actual room for the night is exactly what you’ve been needing. Cooper had been dragging you around the wasteland with him for days now, so you actually felt relieved at the first signs of a radstorm approaching overhead. It wasn’t common to get any sort of storms at all in the desert, but maybe luck was finally on your side.
You would’ve been fine with just getting some rest in an abandoned shelter out of the direct sunlight and stifling heat, but the added luck of coming across an establishment with room accommodations and entertainment was more than welcome. And, you even managed to become a new acquaintance to the lovely bartender.
Speaking of, you took your shower first after settling in, thankful that the Frontier Alehouse and Inn even had the type of facilities to allow you to do so. And while it had been a much needed self care moment, you were now sitting in the part-lounge part-bar area of the old building while Cooper stayed back in the room to wash up as well.
You expected to order yourself a drink or two and plot out the next destination for you and your companion, but surprisingly the bartender offers you some great company.
She’s a young woman as well just like yourself, but she’s got a confidence to her that you aspire to learn for yourself. In just the eight minutes you’ve spent at the bar, you’ve already witnessed her set two burly men in their place without so much as batting an eye at their threats.
“So, what’d you say brought you here to the old alehouse?” she asks as she refills your mug with ice cold beer. Another welcome commodity.
“Just passing through until my companion and I head out for our next job. The radstorm made us stop here for the night,” you explain as you take a small sip of your beverage.
“Well how lucky is that?” she says with a grin as she polishes a freshly rinsed rocks glass in her hands. “One thing we’re known for around here is our specialty drinks menu. We offer unique flavors and challenges for any wandering travelers willing to put their drinkin’ to the test.”
You swallow another sip of your beer and tilt your head curiously at her. “A specialty menu sounds great, but challenges? What’re those like?” you ask as she passes you a small menu with the names of many drinks you don’t recall ever having heard of, and you can’t imagine what they would taste like.
She smiles at you excitedly as she taps at one of the drinks on the list. “Okay so for example, here we have what we call a flaming shot. We use vodka for this one. If you can take it in one go and not react, at least outwardly, it’s on the house,” she explains.
“Hm, really? So, the game is trying to take these special shots successfully, and if you do then you get them for free?”
“Exactly! It’s a win-win honestly, people come from all over just to try them. And once you build up such a great relationship with ‘em, they keep coming back as regulars. Brings in the business,” she says as she refills a drink for a guy a few stools away from you, before returning to your area.
“So, what say you, honey? Wanna give one a try?” she smirks, leaning over the bartop as she watches you curiously.
You laugh softly as you glance at the menu again. “Hmm, I mean…” The bottom of the menu explains that each shot is around five caps if you fail a challenge, so you shrug and decide to roll the dice. “Okay, sure, why not?” you smile, finishing off your beer and sliding the glass over to the side. “Which one should I go for?”
She claps excitedly as she snatches up the menu. “I know the perfect one. We call it a blowjob shot,” she laughs. “It’s made up of an almond-flavored liqueur, our take on Irish cream, and our famous whipped cream. You take it with no hands and in one go. You know, to really let it live up to its name,” she smirks. “Wanna try?”
You laugh shyly at the idea and think it over for a moment. You suppose it could be a fun experience… “Um, okay! I’ll try it,” you smile, laughing again when she calls you ‘the best’ and blows you a kiss, getting right to work on your drink.
The sound of boots against the floorboards beside you catches your attention, and you smile brightly when you notice Cooper’s joining you at the bar.
“Oh, you’re done! Just in time too, I’m about to earn myself a free shot,” you joke as he takes a seat next to you and scoffs.
“Is that right? And what’d you gotta do to get that deal?” he asks with a suggestive gleam in his eyes. You sigh and shake your head, waving him off lazily.
“Oh, you’ll see~” you tease as you watch the bartender, Janet, prepare your shot.
Cooper raises an eyebrow at the mysterious drink she’s working on. “The fuck did you order?”
“Just you wait a damn minute and you’ll see for yourself, oldie. Like she already said,” Janet chastises as she wags a finger at the ghoul. You suppress your laugh behind your hand as he grumbles grumpily and orders himself a glass a whiskey from the other bartender a few steps away.
Cooper’s become a big softie since traveling with you, you’ve noticed. He’s much less quick to jump into battle—and you admire that. He’s got a big heart whether he’s willing to admit it or not, and you’d do anything to let him express it, even if it’s in his own unique ways.
“Okay one special shot for this pretty lady right here,” Janet announces as she slides the shot in front of you. You notice a trail of whipped cream dripping down the side of the glass and give her an unsure glance.
“Start there, hun,” she says with a smirk, moving her eyes from you to the bottom of the shot glass. You laugh as you realize the implication, glancing warily to the ghoul beside you. It’s making you a bit nervous to do this shot with Cooper watching you, especially since he’s got no clue what he’s about to have a front row seat to.
You’ve noticed the way Cooper watches you when he thinks you’re not looking, and you’ve certainly felt the temptation between the two of you on your journey together. You’ve already tried flirting with him in passing before too, hoping he’d reciprocate the attraction you feel for him, but he never budges. You think maybe now you’ll finally get a more satisfying reaction out of him—you just hope you don’t mess up.
Cooper stares at the glass with furrowed eyebrows, to him it just looks like a messy presentation, but you seem to like it if the twinkle in your eyes is anything to go by.
“Ready to try your luck, girly?” Janet asks as she pulls out a an old bell from beneath the bar counter.
“Mhm! Just say when,” you reply, bracing yourself for the moment.
Janet taps the bell and it rings out loudly into the air. A few of the other patrons around the bar look over to watch the challenge, and the second bartender joins Janet at your end of the bar, to help judge how you do.
“Ah, good choice,” the guy chuckles as he notices which shot you’ve chosen to try out. You offer them each a small smile as you clasp your hands together behind your back.
“And… Go!” Janet cheers, rooting for you through and through.
You immediately lean forward at her cue and start at the bottom of the glass. You smile as you run your tongue up from the bottom of the shot glass to the top, and then lower your mouth completely over the top of it. You catch Cooper’s eye for just a brief pause, and his gaze burns into you. You immediately glance away and toss your head back with the shot in your mouth, as you successfully take it all in one swig. You grab the glass deftly with your fingers and slam it down onto the bartop as the crowd around you cheers loudly into the room, claps and whoops resounding around at your first victory.
“One victory for you, babes, I knew you could do it!” Janet grins as she slides the five caps you laid out back to your side of the bar.
“Thank you! That was great, you’re amazing at what you do,” you compliment.
Janet goes back to serving the other guests drinks after that, and you find yourself left with just the ghoul beside you as company.
It’s silent for a long moment between the two of you. You can’t find it in yourself to even look towards him, so you instead focus on putting your caps away.
“Took that shot there pretty well, I’d say,” Cooper suddenly drawls out lowly, his voice smokey as usual. “No hands either, ain’t that somethin’?” he chuckles.
You finally turn your head to look at him and feel your heart race at the way his dark eyes watch you so intently.
“Got somethin’ else you can try your luck at, too, sweetheart,” he teases. Your eyes widen at the implication and you nearly gasp, feeling your face heat up under his watchful gaze.
“I do gotta warn you though,” he says, a curt laugh slipping past his scarred lips. “What I offer might just be a little bigger than you’re used to takin’, pretty.”
You take in his appearance beside you where he’s leaned back comfortably on the stool, legs sprawled out like he owns the place. You can’t help the way your body heats up at the attention he gives you.
“Now what do ’ya say? Wanna give this ‘ol ghoul a shot?” he smirks lecherously.
You nod your head immediately, taking the hand he offers to you without a second thought. A silly wink from Janet off to the side makes you smile victoriously for a whole different reason than before.
He leads you through the lounge and to the ‘inn’ part of the building, where the two of you had rented a room for ten caps. And when the door closes behind you, the lock clicked right into place, you can hardly contain your desire for what comes next.
John Hancock <1000 words
The Colonial Taphouse has got nothing on the Third Rail, if you were to ask Hancock. But when it comes to visiting diamond city, it’s one of the best places they got.
It’s late one evening after a long day of traveling with you, and to be quite honest, Hancock is exhausted. When the two of you finally stopped into the city for the night, Hancock was more than welcome to the idea of getting some drinks in his system before a long, warm sleep consumes him.
Now, after enjoying some mentats and ordering himself a drink to wind down with in the corner of the tavern, Hancock finally feels at ease.
It’s a nice night in the wasteland, all things considered. He’s got a drink, chasin’ a high, and if he looks over towards the bartop, he’s got a pretty amazing view of you, too. Even with your back turned to him, just seeing the side of your face every now and again, along with the sweet sound of your laugh filling the air, well, it’s all plenty enough for this ghoul. What can he say? He’s a simple kind of guy.
He knew you’d been wanting to stop in here for some time now. Apparently you and Darcy had been making up some pretty unusual drink ideas, and you’d finally managed to get all the supplies you needed to try them out. More of a chem user himself, he didn’t focus much on the details. Still, just seeing you out and about and clearly happy with your little friends fills him with a sense of pride.
That’s my girl, he thinks as he takes another long swig of his drink. He rests his head back against the wall behind him and lets his eyes fall closed, a relaxed sigh escaping him as he fully relishes in this rare moment of peace.
The bartop where you and Darcy sit is scattered with many different ingredients. You brought a lucky find you copped—some almond extract. And Darcy managed to get her hands on a cream-based liqueur to pair with it. And, of course, some yummy homemade whipped cream had also made the cut. The two of you were bristling with excitement at the idea of these shots. You’d been inspired by an old recipe you remembered from before back in the prewar days. When you explained it to Darcy as the ‘bj shot’ she found it both funny and fitting, and you agreed to try it out for yourselves.
“Okay, these are all done! They look pretty good for being wasteland shots,” you say with a smile as you examine the fluffy cream on top of the shot glass.
“Mhm, but now… you should come join us over here, Hancock,” Darcy calls as she turns to give the mayor a mischievous grin.
“And why’s that? Thought you ladies were havin’ a girl’s night,” Hancock says as he stands from his seat slowly and makes his way to the bar.
He wraps his arms around you from behind when he reaches you, kissing you on the cheek slyly as he looks over your shoulder at the concoction before you.
“Whaddya got there?” he asks, taking a curious look towards the shot glass.
“It’s a secret,” you reply with the most innocent smile you can conjure up.
“Interesting choice so far,” he laughs gravelly. “What’s next?” he takes a curious glance from you to Darcy, who’s hiding her wide smile behind her palm, pretending to focus her attention on the bartender instead of you and Hancock.
“Well, Darcy will take hers while I take mine. Just make sure you keep a close eye on me while I do,” you wink, adjusting your hair and then glancing to the woman beside you.
“Alright then, ready?” Darcy asks. You nod excitedly and then the bartender calls out loudly for the both of you to start.
While Darcy does her shot monitored by the bartender, you and Hancock have your own special moment.
You fold your hands behind your back as you lean down towards your drink, and smile at Hancock teasingly as you circle your tongue around the sugary rim of the shot glass slowly. He immediately straightens his posture and stares at you with intensely dark and slightly dazed eyes. You hum softly—playfully—at the yummy taste of the sugar, delighted with the way Hancock watches you longingly play out your little show. Then, your lips wrap around the shot glass and you jerk your head back in one quick move, downing the contents of the drink in one gulp.
When you take the glass from your mouth and gently set it back to the bartop, Hancock slides directly into your side and whispers in your ear lowly, “Think that’s enough fun for you tonight, sunshine. You’ve got me all worked up here, you know,” he uneasily chuckles, seemingly a bit embarrassed at his situation. “I say it’s only fair that you come and help a fella out, yeah?” Hancock suggests as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and then pulls away.
You notice the way he adjusts his pants just slightly and then heads for the door. You’re already up from your stool and following after him before you even register Darcy giggling and shouting after you two, a teasing, ‘have fun and be safe’. You wave her off with a little laugh and then take Hancock’s hand when you step outside of the Taphouse.
Finding a room for the night is easy enough, and the hard part is making sure the two of you don’t get too rowdy. But with Hancock of all people, that’s a nearly impossible task. Still, simply being thoroughly satisfied and embraced in his arms by morning light is more than enough to convince you. You’d do it all over again even if you did have to pay an extra five caps for the disruptions.
girl the fact i scoured and saw u haven't written a full length hancock fic is crazzyy. so officially submitting a request. maybe some smut where reader gets high for the first time 🤭 u write instructional sex so well from ur cooper howard fic but like idk go wild i just need more hancock immediately
Hancock x Fem!Reader, word count: 750
gosh by the time i got to this i have done a couple little hancock bits and pieces BUT i am excited to do some instructional stuff for him hehehe what i wouldn't give for him to trip sit me while he eats me out PLEASE ☢️
request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist
minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: reader has a vagina but there's no gendered language and no mention of breasts, oral sex, fingering, substance use, guided/narrated orgasm kinda
Hancock's quarters always smelled like recently blown out candles, damp cigarettes and the sticky residue of Nuka cola. He himself had a musk with hints of old dust, likely from his clothing, and a little bit of mint that you could never place where it came from. You could smell it on your nostrils without even having to take a deep breath.
"Ok, big inhale... There you go, that's it... Proud of you, kid. You're a pro already. You might be able to outdo me soon."
You lay back on the lumpy mattress, letting the chemicals pulse through you as you listened to Hancock's voice. It was always softer than you expected, like you could never remember how he sounded despite hanging on his every word from the moment you met him.
"That's it. Is it hitting?"
He didn't wait for an answer, he could already tell. Your eyes were half-lidded, threatening to roll completely back, and you were smiling wide, a wonky grin you had no control over.
"Good! Now you're all ready to relax... Let it happen, let everything in... I'll take care of you."
Your body was exposed in its entirety. Nude and reposed on his bed, there for pleasure with certainty.
"I'm gonna get you warmed up, 'kay? If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing right, huh?"
Hancock's hands began to slide upwards on your thighs, carressing them gently, his body falling to the bed as he let his mouth find your ankle. He kissed up your calf, then your thigh, admiring your smooth skin, enjoying the way it felt against his cheeks which were still soft, but more textured by comparison. He nuzzled against your flesh, ready to be ruined by him, his fingers following in the gentle wake of his lips, jagged nails leaving white, then red, marks that showed the journey they travelled on your body.
"Can I keep going? I wanna kiss you more, I wanna taste you."
You were sure you nodded. You intended to at least. Whether or not you conveyed it clearly was another matter. But you must have, as you were very aware of Hancock's face falling flat against your warm cunt, his flat, or missing anyway, features meaning he could get as close to you as possible.
"You ready?"
Your hand reached for the back of his head, finger tips pressing onto the smooth skin, his hat already removed and sitting to the side of the mattress. The way you pushed him into you told him the answer.
He let his wrinkled lips peck at your pussy, sweet little kisses that felt like gentle flutters over the sensitive skin there.
"Gotta keep it polite at first, I am a gentleman. Sometimes."
After a few more soft pouts that met your eager lips, he pushed out his slightly dry tongue, rough from his years of toxin intake, and he separated your folds with the point of the muscle. That first taste of you had him salivating, drooling from the corners of his mouth as soon as his tastebuds recognised you.
"You're wet, I'm wet. This is going to get messy."
Hancock preferred it that way, he would be the first to admit that.
"We're getting there now, little addition so we can see you through."
With that, he reached one of his fingers to your cunt, letting is slide into you, crooked as he reached for the exact spot he knew would have you moving, and like clockwork, he had your hips rising from the bed and your thighs closing around his shoulders.
"You like that, hm? 'Course you do, takes more than crowd work to win over your constituents. You gotta know exactly where to hit them."
His tongue flitted over your clit, tickling and teasing as his finger explored your insides, his arm pumping up and down gently, but quickly, exactly the way you liked it.
"Just a little bit more. You're doing so well. So relaxed. So happy. Good to keep your neighbours happy."
A second digit slid alongside the first, a little bit more friction, a tiny amount of stretch as he fucked you with his fingers. And to accompany the new pleasure, he clamped his lips around your clit and sucked, harder and harder until he could feel your fingers clawing at him, tearing at the thread bare fabric on the bed below you.
"That's it, almost there. But before I let that happen, tell me. Who's your guy, huh?"
You barely managed to choke out his name before you felt yourself losing all control, drug addled mind slipping into a stupor as your tension and focus dissipated with the arousal of your orgasm.
Ever think a ghoul like Hancock would get off on not knowing what his partner is thinking? Like he’s with someone who never plays the game. No moaning, no dirty talk, no signs of being overwhelmed...but keeps coming back for that intimacy. Do you think that’d drive him nuts in a good way, like “I’ll figure you out one day, sweetheart,” or does he thrive on the ambiguity?
I think something like this would be kind of a mixed bag with John, honestly.
Most of the time, I think he'd see it just as you described; you're a sort of mystery to be unraveled, a cautious animal he must earn the full trust of before he'll be allowed close. It can be very motivating for him when the two of you are in the moment, him pushing both of you further and further in search of whatever it is that will earn him that sweet, sweet reward.
HOWEVER: this man's corporeal form is composed of about 30% deep-seated insecurity, so there will be plenty of times where your aloofness hits just a little different. What is often alluringly mysterious suddenly begins to feel more like a cryptic displeasure. Surely, if he were actually making you feel good, you'd let him know somehow...right? Even if he's not doing something wrong, what isn't he doing right? What if he's imposing himself on you somehow and you're only tolerating being with him?
When he gets like this, you'd notice he's a little distant after sex, which isn't really like him. Typically, he's extra clingy afterwards, drunk on endorphins and pheromones. However, he won't fess up about what's bothering him when you ask. He's already feeling raw and emotionally exposed, and he's not sure how you'll react.
Notes: We're ending the month on some really strong candidates, folks, and John's always such a thrill to write for. He's the open-minded sort of freaky, but he's also really sweet and supportive, so I think he'd be a really great partner to explore kink play with. Also, Fallout 4 gave me a knife "thing", so this has been a long time coming. Hope you like it.
Knives had never been a particular interest of yours. Though they came with the same amount of intrigue that was attached to all things that could potentially kill someone, you'd always been more partial to weapons that kept you more than an arm's length away from whatever you were fighting. You'd never particularly understood defaulting to such an intimate style of fighting...until you met John.
The artful way that he handled and fought with his favorite knife burrowed into your brain like an insidious parasite, haunting you in your dreams and leaving you with a hot ache in your chest when you awoke. Any time he fiddled with it, which was often, you caught yourself staring. Eventually, he started catching you staring, too. He was quick to start teasing you about it, but something about the way you reacted seemed to tip him off that your admiration may have had less-than-innocent motivations.
That was when the real teasing started.
After a long night of socializing and partying at the Third Rail, the two of you had wandered back to the room you shared at the State House, hand in hand, and had collapsed onto the couch in front of the fire. You'd kicked your boots and shoes off, feet thrown up into his lap as he fiddled with his knife, his whole body cast in the orange glow from the flames. Watching him flip the blade back and forth, the meticulously sharpened glinting as it caught the sunlight, made you tighten your thighs.
The thin ghoul caught your eye for a moment and grinned wickedly.
"What're you doing there?" you asked, trying to cover your tracks and squirming as you failed.
"Mm. I think you know what I'm doing." he said, giving the thing another flip and watching as your eyes followed. His own had that gloss they took on after he'd had a few drinks.
Blushing hotly, you pulled yourself up into a cross-legged position and leaned against his side.
"Don't be mean." you said, looking near, but not at, his smirking face.
He held the blade up closer to your face, analyzing the deep, steadying breath you took as you stared at the thing. Your hand began to sneak up his thigh, hesitantly dancing its way up towards his crotch.
You weren’t fully confident in initiating this kind of contact quite yet, much to your chagrin. When John touched you with intention, there was no mistaking what he was looking for—confident strokes along your thighs, your sides, along your chest. Passionate but firm kisses, the way his hands would gently guide yours to where he wanted them when you were uncertain. You knew he worried about frightening you, or stirring up bad memories, or physically hurting you. Often, you could feel him holding back.
His confidence and experience intimidated you somewhat, only contributing to the problem. The small handful of times you had attempted to move things along yourself, you'd slid up alongside him or clattered into his lap, lacking the finesse you had in most other things you did. Your hands shook, and you found it agonizing to make eye contact with him for more than a fleeting moment as you tried to stroke his chest or his arms in the same bold, confident way he would stroke yours. Though your strokes always came across as more of a series of gentle pets given by trembling hands, John was very good at picking up on what you were trying to do, kissing you gently and encouraging you to lean into him further.
Your breaths mingled together in the dim light of the fire for a quiet moment before his lips set to pressing a beeline along your neck, down your shoulder, fingers coming to grab at your waist, tugging you up onto your feet and spinning you to face the bed. A shiver ran down your spine as you arched your back against him, goosebumps breaking out along your neck and arms when the curve of your ass brushed his length, earning a hiss from him. The sounds he made as he explored you with his lips were electric to your ears, zapping your spine and making you squirm against him, brushing him more.
As his lips found your thrumming pulse point and latched on, his hands fanned across your rib cage, splaying across the expanse of your soft skin as they smoothed down your sides, caressing you as they came to rest on your hips. They slid forward slowly, toying at your groin and groping at your thighs as he ground himself against your ass.
Distracted by the feeling of his mouth’s bruising attentions, you didn’t notice him slowly working his hand down your torso and into your pants. You let out a sharp gasp once more when the rough pads of his fingers brushed the rather prominent damp spot he found, making you blush and wriggle against him.
"Geez, what a freak." he teased, nibbling at your earlobe as his hips bucked.
You made to playfully pull away, tittering in embarrassment, but he didn't take kindly to it. The hand that remained on your hip gripped you rather harshly, pulling your ass flush with his body once more and sending your heart racing as you felt a quiet growl rip from his chest, rumbling against your back. Your head spun as his hand quickly and roughly made its way back into your pants, fingers immediately brushing your most sensitive spot, causing you to mewl in response.
You were slightly taken aback at his behavior; he didn't typically allow himself to be this rough with you when he'd been partying, afraid that he'd lose control over himself. Head swimming with how much you liked his strong grip, his insistent pulling, you leaned further into him as his tense body radiated predatory energy. There was a throbbing between your legs as his fingers just barely brushed over you once more.
You jumped a little when you felt John’s teeth graze the crest of your shoulder, recalling the possessive, painful way he’d sunk his teeth into the flesh near there the last time he'd gotten this aggressive with you in bed.
Your body clenched around nothing at the memory.
You let out a whimper when he did it again, this time matching the brushing of his teeth over you neck with the brushing of his fingers over your now achingly swollen flesh. You wavered, righting yourself on your feet after a moment, his hands never pausing. Again and again, his digits slicked across you, just barely making contact, enough to give you a slight taste of what he could do.
His fingers against you were just barely moving, but they were more than accomplishing what he was setting out to do, leaving you leaning more and more of your weight against him as your legs became weaker and shakier and your back arched, pushing your hips closer to his hand. But you wouldn’t be able to stay that way for long, as your legs increasingly threatened to give out on you with each twitch and half-stroke of his sinewy hand against you.
That threat jumped much closer when he gave you a sudden but firm pinch, stroking his fingers much more firmly with a quiet grunt. The grip of his other hand on you tightened noticeably, the fabric of your salvaged shirt bunching under his palm.
“John.” you whimpered in response, leaning fully against him for support as your greedy hips ground down on his hand. His cock pulsed against you, and he squeezed you against him even tighter, crushing some of the breath out of your lungs as a deep, low growl vibrated from his chest.
“Say it again.” he hummed against your throat, his fingers moving to pinch you once more.
“John!”
His name came even louder from your lips this time, sharper and higher as you stumbled back, your knees finally buckling. He caught you easily, steadying both of you before firmly guiding you forward, shepherding you across the rug to the nearby bed until your shins met the edge of the bed frame.
The sound of the knife from his hip ripping through the back of your shirt hissed through the air as John steadied the thin material in his hand, slicing through the whole thing in a single move and leaving you wrestling yourself out of your bottoms, leaving you standing naked before him. The fire snapped and hissed quietly in the background, buried beneath the duet of your harsh breaths mingling. Your nipples, already peaked from your rapidly growing arousal, hardened even further at the lick of the cool air.
A shudder ran up your spine as his hands made their way down your sides, squeezing the softness he found along the way, until they came to rest on your hips. He turned you to face him so quickly you were barely able to keep up, wobbling in his arms as a nervous, heady giggle bubbled forth from your lips. You cast your eyes up towards his face, drinking in the sinister set of his mouth that was rather unexpected. His eyes conveyed more than all of his face combined, however, and at that moment, they burned with a lust that made your stomach flip.
Quickly, John encouraged you down onto the bed, and you slid up towards the middle on your rear, the blanket bunching up behind you and falling to the floor. You smirked at him teasingly, flaunting your nudity as he stripped out of his own clothes, dropping them in a pile with what remained of your shirt. He crawled toward you with intent, lean and deadly. You weren't sure when the knife had turned back up in his hand, but suddenly it was there, glinting as it moved, quick and fluid.
There was a pop as he plunged the blade deep into the center of the old mattress, the fabric puckering around the puncture as it gave way.
"Aww." you pouted as you looked between him and the knife. "All done?"
"Not even close. Come here." he encouraged, moving up onto his knees. Carefully, you crawled to him, the knife handle at your hip as you stopped in front of him. He leaned down to kiss you again, hand disappearing between your thighs to touch you again, stroking and petting until you were a huffing, begging mess.
"Need you to fuck me." you muttered against his lips between caresses, and you could feel them twist into a grin in response.
"Oh, I'm gonna. This way." he said, tugging you a few more inches to the side until you were hovering over the worn grip of his knife.
For a brief flash, your eyes met his, undoubtedly conveying an unspoken question.
Is it safe?
John gave the thing a firm tug to demonstrate that it was securely lodged in place, even bobbing his weight as he gripped the handle, a sly grin on his face as he did. It made you giggle, and you felt the bit of anxiety that had pricked at you dissipate.
"Go on." he said, hands guiding you to the spot.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and carefully lowered yourself down, your face tucked under his chin. The handle of the knife didn't fill you as satisfyingly as his cock did, but feeling of the firm wood grip splitting you open made you moan nonetheless. He rumbled out a growl at the sight of you sinking down all the way onto it, a bend in his waist so you could keep your arms wrapped around him as you started to wriggle.
John was back to touching you again, finger pads dancing over your nipples and around your navel, the tickling sensation sending pinpricks across your skin. His free hand curled around the mass of your ass, encouraging you back up.
"C'mon." he said as you followed his guidance. "You said you wanted to be fucked."
You let out a whining huff in protest, but kept moving, bouncing yourself up and down on the handle the same way you'd move on top of him. He let out a low whistle at the sight, and you felt your face heat up, your eyes falling to the bed. His rough fingers moved under your chin to lift your face, giving you a reassuring little smile before kissing you again.
While you were distracted by his tongue wrestling with yours, he resumed stroking between your legs, making you buck towards him and cry out, pulling up so high that you slid free of the knife handle.
"Mm-mm." he chastised, strong arms guiding you right back down. "You're gonna cum while I fuck you or you're not gonna cum at all."
You could only grunt through the overstimulated tears that had sprung to your eyes, your heavy head lolling into the crook of his shoulder as all your energy was focused on keeping your hips moving, on keeping his fingers where you wanted them as you edged closer and closer to your orgasm. The hand that wasn't strumming at you threaded into your hair, holding you firmly against his chest. Your lover's lips and teeth were skimming at your ear, and his warm breath tickling across it was just enough sensation to send you clenching around the knife. You huffed and whined his name against his chest, slumping as you twitched with head-spinning pleasure as he continued to touch you.
Once you could no longer hold yourself up, you lifted yourself off of the handle and flopped back onto the bed, mindful of the knife's placement as you tossed yourself down. John crawled up after you, coming to rest at your hip. When you could finally open your eyes again, you watched him grip the thing firmly and wrest it from its place in the mattress, a fair amount of strength put into the gesture. It made your heart race.
Holding the knife carefully by the blade, he ran his tongue along the back of the handle, not breaking eye contact with you as he did. You giggled, scandalized, face hot.
"If you're gonna get yours, you should probably get up here." you said, a heavy yawn chasing the words. You were exhausted, and could feel the warm haze of sleep coming down on you.
The ghoul beside you twisted to place the knife aside before lying down beside you, nestling up beside you and throwing his arm across your sweaty body. You could feel his erection pressing into your hip.
"I can wait." he said, smoothing your wild hair. "You seem like you could use some rest."
You grinned, reaching down to grip at him and sending him hissing.
"You sure you can wait?" you teased.
John reached out and gave your nipple a pinch, sending you rolling onto your side, and spooned up behind you. He settled his cock into the cleft of your ass, and a new pool of heat started up between your legs. You sucked your lip between your teeth as he gave you a few sweet kisses on the shoulder.
"Don't you worry about that." he said, tugging the discarded blanket up over both of your bodies. "It's not going anywhere."
🫐 okay but high sex with hancock for the first time thought 🫐
after shotgunning jet, he leans back on his ratty couch back in the old state house and has you ride him. he sent his entourage away earlier but the doors are wide open so the ones guarding the entrances on the lower levels can hear every whimper, whine, and moan.
every husky exhale and the wet slapping of your thighs as you take his dick nice and fast, the rough glide of his fingertips making you squirt over and over again.
you’re a fucked out sloppy, mess; eyes half-lidded and drooling as you bounce on his lap. his raspy voice coos in your ear about how pretty you look, how lucky he is to have someone like you. rough lips press kisses to your sweaty temple, the sweep of your cheekbone.
his broad palms cup your hips and knead the fat of your ass, guiding you into languid grinds against his pelvis.
and when he’s finally, finally ready to cum - to fill up your pretty little cunt because you begged so pretty (damn the rad sickness), he tucks his fingers into the slick heat of your mouth. fucks the scarred flesh across your tongue a few times just to hear you whine before he replaces it with the hard plastic of a jet inhaler.
he depresses the canister with an aerosolized hiss, bucks his hips up into the cradle of your body, and nibbles your earlobe. husks, “nice deep breath for me, sunshine. enjoy the ride.”
bleary eyed and half aware, you obey with a sloppy swivel of your hips. the world spins in a blur of motion, time crawling to a stop as your back arches with a wounded noise. pleasure burns in the pit of your stomach, spreading out along your limbs as you feel every nerve ending light up like a supernova.
your clit throbs so hard it hurts as you clamp down on his cock, the shaft jerking against your gummy walls.
he growls, the low sound guttural and drawn out to your damped senses and there’s an endless bloom of warmth deep behind your navel. every spurt of cum filling you up makes you jolt.
when the jet high finally wears off, you’re slumped over hancock. your fingers unlatch from the collar of his frock coat, stiff with disuse.
sweat soaks you from head to toe, and you feel wrung out like a used towel. aches and pains settle into your joints, your muscles too weak to hold up your hazy head.
a thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, wicking away a dribble of drool. hancock sucks his fingertip into his mouth with a hum, “dontcha worry. i’ll clean you up real sweet and tender like.”
