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draped1ncerecloth · 4 months

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Hear me out, Nick Valentine x TransMasc Reader

First off, bro is hot. No reason for the robot detective to have my mind in a grip.

SECOND, the disconnect from his own body/personality makes it match with the struggles the reader would also have so erm 😞

Nick Valentine x Trans masc reader

Some good old fashioned fluff since he’s perfect for it.

Warnings: tooth decaying sweetness, mentions of body dysphoria, swearing, ooc Nick valentine.

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“Have you figured anything out yet?” Nick called from his desk, sorting through the paper work as you scanned over your own newly discovered clues. “Nothing. I can’t seem to figure out we’re this bitch could be camping out at!” You sigh in frustration at the current project you had spend days of restless nights, the heat of the summer days and the soaked sweat clothes you’re currently drenched in makes the already tedious task much more daunting. It’s been about a year now since you first met Nick, him helping you with your issues and you of course saving him from people who wanted him dead. You hadn’t really known why Nick had been caught but all that had mattered was that you saved his ass and he was eternally grateful.

“Well, the sooner we are to figuring this out, the sooner we are to finding this man and putting him behind bars.” Nick called back. He never really took much bite of your tone or the way you would grow even more agitated by his words in the current moment. There was nothing he had done wrong but they way your very old and worn binder had been cutting into you after a whole days work, and the way your clothes clung made the whole action of breathing so much more difficult. Pain spreading through your body and the lack of oxygen made the oncoming headache much worse. But hey, in the end at least it was more comfortable and reassuring than anything else.

After some shuffling of the files Nick had neatly written and tucked away had been dropped and the way you let out a loud sigh, Nick finally popped out of his chair and asked if you were doing ok. Unfortunately this pissed you off to no extent. “No! I’m not alright Nick! I and tired I’m hot I can breath and worst of all, I can’t seem to figure this out!” Your hands thrown in the air as you fully turn to him, he watched in silence as he let you express what’s you felt. He knew you weren’t mad at him or whatever he might’ve said but he didn’t understand what had you this upset to begin with. “Hey, calm down kid, why don’t you take a seat and just breath.”

You threw the remaining files in your hand, down on the table and laughed. “I fucking can’t breath, I’m hot, I’m exhausted, I feel like my ribs are about to break, I need to take this off!” He watched in shock as you quickly removed your shirt and revealed your binder, quickly shoving your shirt back down and sucking as much air as you could. The pain was excruciating, and your back cracked from new found freedom of mobility. Then you sat. Only then did you start to cool down. To relax. To focus on breathing and letting the pain wash over you and out. “Forgot to take it off again?” He asked quietly, walking over to your side and rubbing your shoulders. “Mmhm.” He said, taking in his touch. “That’s unsafe, you need to be more mindful about these things, you could get hurt you know?” Nick tried to comfort you. “It’s unsafe but for me, I feel more safe. It’s….” You stopped yourself.

“It’s what dear?” He questioned. Worry washing over him. “It’s not like you really realize just how comforting it is to bind.” You winched at the way you said it, the way you doubted how much he cared made you feel guilty.

“You’re right, I don’t know the full extent of how much you need it kid, but I do know how important the comfort of needing something like that can be.” The synth let out a sigh and moved to sit on the desk in front of you. “Look, you know it doesn’t make me see you as any less. I am not bothered by you needing to take a break from binding. But it can be dangerous if done incorrectly, and you know this.”

“I know. I just don’t know how to explain it. It’s like, without it. I am just. Wrong.” You tried to puzzle your words together but only ending with half made sentences. “You feel as if, it is not who YOU are. That you’re incomplete.” You nodded. “Look kid, I love you, I hate to see you in pain. I can’t say I know how you feel but I myself have my own feelings about myself too.” He removed his coat and took his fedora off, setting them on the table. “A robot programmed to basically be part human. Used for something that I never turned out to fit. There’s no one like me, I don’t know who or what I am. But I do know that even though I can’t be at peace with what is missing, I do know I make peace with what is there.”

Nick and you talked back and forth about your own insecurities and he himself opened up slightly about his. Though things were different for each other, you still found that you felt the same about these situations. Standing up, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and Nick did the same in return. “I love you Nick, thank you.” You mumbled to him.

“I love you too darling. Now, let’s pick up these files and get you cleaned up and relaxed. It’ll all be okay.”

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Authors note: Sorry this is short, I haven’t gotten much time w Nick valentine yet!! I do wanna explore his companion ship now that I finally got to play with him♥️

#fallout #fallout 4 #nick valentine #nick valentine x reader #Nick valentine x you #fluffy #fluff #Nick valentine fallout #angsts

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draped1ncerecloth · 4 months

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Hancock x a Trans masc reader with a praise kink???? (I saw ur rq's were open, and I really like your ghost fanfic stuffs) /nf

“Good boy.”

Summary: After meeting John in Goodneighbor, heading out on the road with him proves to be a challenge over the next few month. Little do you know, rads weren’t the only thing growing on him.

Warnings: drug usage, swearing, mentions of gore, oral sex and everyone’s favorite- sex.

The weather was cloudy and dull, your clothes smelt of death, your hair greasy, dirt littered your body, and the crust of whatever bodily fluids that belonged to who or what ever you killed, clung to you. You had to admit it but the only thing keeping you going was the ghoulish figured that lurked behind you.

It had been about two months since you first meet john and about a week after that, you managed to somehow find yourself traveling with the man. His charm definitely was something that out of a movie, but then when you paid a little more attention to him, his drug addiction is what stood out. It wasn’t anything unusual in the commonwealth, chems being almost as common and the caps that replaced old traditional money. But what were you complaining for? It never bothered you.

“Hey, can we slow down, Sunshine? Need a little chem break.” The husky voice called out from behind. You stopped and looked over your shoulder seeing John heaving raspy breaths and that was when you realized, he hadn’t offered you a bit of anything in the last three days. “Oh shit! I’m sorry you should’ve said you needed a break!” You panicked thinking he was in pain, but scanning over his face, you were only met with a scrappy smile.

“Look at you, worried about little ol’ me. I’m fine just need a little pick me up, doll.” As he stood in front of you, John shuffled through his pockets looking for anything he could ingest, but only to be meet with the fact he did use his last supply of chems. “Fuck.” He mumbles to himself. “What’s wrong?” And you were only met with a laugh and a signal to keep going forward to which you reluctantly agreed.

The travel seemed to last longer, only slowing down when a coughing fit would escape his lungs and after the 5th coughing fit you decided to speak up. “Hancock, we need to find a place to stop and rest. You need something and I can’t keep listening to you hack your lungs out. Please, let’s find somewhere for the night.” Black eyes meet yours and he nodded, realizing that the sickness of his absence of substances where starting to catch up to him. “Alright doll face, let’s get going I believe there’s an old shack nearby.”

After about 20 minutes of huddled walking, you managed to find this so called shack and you quickly got to work in setting up for the night, Hancock tried to help but you motioned for him to sit and wait until you were done. You scavenged through your luggage and we’re met with nothing but your scavenged supplies, but then you or luck right there in the room next to you, there was a workbench you would whip something up for him. “What’s up sunshine, where you heading off too? Not just gonna dip out on me right?” He looked at you as you were walking towards the new found chem station and smiled. “No I’m just gonna whip something up for you. I’ll be back just try to relax for now.”

It took a few attempts to get the recipe down, but you finally managed. Some grape flavored mentats and most importantly about 4 days worth of jet supplies for Hancock. You never really where into taking chems, worried as to becoming hooked on them, but over the months and all the offers from Hancocks wonderful gifts. You found yourself kinda excited to try your own creations. Walking back to John, he already stripped himself of his infamous hat and boots. “Hancock.” You announced his name as you walked over to him, getting on your knees in front of him and holding the jet up toward him.

“Fuck you’re so fucking amazing sunshine. Make this for me?” You nodded in response and helped him take a puff of the wonderful drug. His head tipped back as he rode out the high. It hitting harder since it’s been awhile since his last hit and boy did it worry you. “Are you okay?” You asked, his head lulling to the side and he smiles in pure ecstasy. “Better than okay, you done made this ghoul feel better that the time he’s first done chems.” He chuckles lowly as you sat up straight with a big smile.

“Oh you like that? Getting me to complement you?” Heat began to pool at your cheeks and he smiled yet another grimace smile. You then handed him another jet and placed the rest of his newly acquired supplies on the floor next to him. “Grape?” He quickly picked up the mentats and you stood up. “Do you not like grape flavors?” You asked, worry coating your voice. “Sunshine, I love grape. But right now, not as much as I like you.”

And with that you got up and started to whip something together for the two of you to eat.

As night fell, light became absent and the lantern john asked about earlier in the week was well lit and the cram and iguana sticks you traded for began to taste even better now that there was a roof over your heads. “You got a pretty good thing goin (y/n), got a ghoul to finally feel comfortable and taken care of. I’m glad we met. For the first time, in a long time, I’m starting to look forward to tomorrow.” You blushed but it was hidden by the light and the cram you scarfed down. “You and I? I could get used to this.” You looked at him as you swallowed the last bit of food. Whipped your face with your sleeve. “Have you ever thought that. We could be more than just, this?” You asked.

John whipped his head towards you and with confusion. “Like more than friends?”

You nodded.

“That’s where your minds, huh?”

And you quickly tried to take your words back. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong, I just thought that with everything, you would’ve-.”

“Darlin, you and I have a good thing, I ain’t mad. I think that you wouldn’t want to look me in the eye and as a matter of fact, I don’t thing you wanna wake up to this mug every mornin. Beside, pretty little thing like you, I don’t think it’d be fair.”

“Who are you to say I wouldn’t want that John?” Your eyes met his, his face getting closer to you. Setting your food down. “You don’t get to decide what I want or don’t want, and I want you John, please.”

John cupped your cheeks with scarred hands and pulled you closer to him, planting a chapped kiss on your plush lips. Melting into his affections, you found yourself in awe. Everything that once worried you, melted.

As the two continued to kiss, the cold dark fell into the chilly point. The warmth of Hancock’s breath, made your skin prickle and as his tongue swipes long yours, the once passionate kiss, comes even more heated. Hancock grabs you, grabbing at anything that he can grab. Feeling his hands grip your now fired skin, you let out a small groan. John leads you on top of him and you oblige, top of his lap you feel his now hard cock, poking at your now heated core. Rolling your hips to relive some pressure for him, let lets out a jagged breath. Heavy breathing fills the room and as the two continue to explore each overs bodies, clothes begin to drop one by one until you both and down to your underwear. The pool of wetness between your legs makes you quiver as the cold air makes contact with the now drenched underwear.

“You are so handsome, sunshine.” And you moan at the compliments he showers you in. The staining of his precum makes you squirm in anticipation. Hancock takes note of how you’re staring and slowly starts to pull down his underwear, revealing his throbbing cock. The veins that decorate the sides and surprisingly it’s bigger than you imagined, almost intimidating. “Would you like to put that beautiful mouth to work?” He prompts you, and you immediately agree. Hancock stands above you, his shaft bigger than your face and dripping in excitement. You open your mouth and he slowly slides into your mouth, shuttering at the new found pleasure. “Fuck. So fucking hot.” He groans and you make work of your tongue, dragging along the tip and base and you slowly make work down toward the rest of it. Bobbing your head slowly so draw out more sounds from him. He rewards you with pleased sighs. “Just like that, such a good boy.” The new title makes you touch yourself in hopes to relieve some of your own pleasure. The wetness of yourself coating your fingers makes you sigh in content, feeling how he fills your throat. Drool falling from your mouth and falling to your legs, only helping you rub yourself out and your eyes roll back as you gag around him, struggling for air.

“Such a fucking good boy, you like how my cock feeling in that beautiful mouth? Bet I would feel so much better deep inside of you.” He huffs, as he thrusts deeper down your throat, feeling you close around him hard, smirking as you try your best to swallow around him, gagging at the length until it hits a point to where you realize you have to breath. Pulling away with a loud cough, snot running down your eyes as tears weld in your now blurred vision. You heave and gasp for air as he grabs your jaw and forces you back down on his cock. Feeling it throb inside your throat and try your best to keep going. Looking up at him and his blackened eyes stare back in pleasure. “Such a fucking good cock sleeve for me.” He grabs your hair and begins to fuck into your mouth harder, causing you to gag while choking him down. The salty taste of his precum now long gone and replaced with the saliva and smell of his body, your nose pressing against his groin. Causing him to buck his hips harder.

In an instant your hands grab at his hips and pull your face from him, gagging and shaking from the near black out feeling. He moans loudly at the sight of you breathing heavily, his cock drenched in your saliva. Twitching and crying from the feeling of needing to throw up, he looks at you and starts rubbing your head, whipping the now fallen tears. “Such a beautiful sight. You and my fucking cock deep in that soft mouth. How about you pull them britches off and let me repay you for how well you just took that shit?” You only reply with a smile and nod, still recovering from such a wild experience.

As you stand you feel your knees ache and the soreness of your throbbing core, the neglect makes you whine and as you take off your underwear you finally realize just how soaked they are. Your excitement and spit making you realize that they are gonna be so uncomfortable tomorrow. “Well shit, didn’t realize how wet you were. Don’t worry sunshine, I’ll fuck you so good you don’t gotta worry about a thing.” Once Hancock removes his underwear, his hands are on you once more, pulling you to him kissing your neck, littering you in marks and bites, you grab for his hard on and angle it towards yourself, feeling him thrust in and ripping a gasp from your lungs. Somehow he managed to lift you and push you up against the wall of the shack, gravity doing most of the work in shoving you deeper onto his cock, letting out a loud moan. “F-fuck!!” Is all you manage to get out as he begins to thrusts into you, the angle hit all the right areas, and spreading you further out.

Painting and moan leave the two of you and the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin fills the room. The smell of arousal makes you forget the room your currently in, intoxicating and luring you into more of him. “Fuck your drenched, nice and warm for me to fuck.” His voice rings in your head as you try your best to watch him fuck you, looking up at him, you’re met with his lips, dominating your mouth and fucking into you.

“Hancock, I think-!” Your moans interrupt you as you try your best to squeeze around his cock, taking in as much as you can of his cock, milking him of all he’s worth. “Hancock!” He watches your face contorting into pleasure and he smirks, knowing how close you are. Feeling you squeeze, and clench around him. “Cum for me sunshine, cum over my cock, I know you can take it.” Your head hangs as you focus on the pleasure washing over you, moaning into his neck, your nails digging into his back as your legs tighten around his side. Your walls fluttering over him in an attempt to keep him deep inside of you and you let out a loud groan followed by weak screams of his name. “John! Fuck! John!” Your weak and trapped in his grasp, feeling his hips pounding into your now weak core. The feeling of his balls biting you and how deep he is inside makes you whine and scream. Raw and weak, drained and drenched in sweat. Hancock scans over your face as your eyes are rolled back into your skull. It drives him nuts, wanting this feeling to last forever. Your walls trying to clench but your body unable to move from cumming. “Fuck! So fucking good baby, just last a little longer for me, you got this sunshine.” He holds you close and continues to fuck into your limp body as your gasping. With a few more thrusts, John is cumming deep inside of you, filling you up with his warm seed. He’s groaning into your skin, continuing to fuck through his high. Feeling your walls drip with his cum and your own slickness.

He pulls out of you, painting and lowering you down, your legs give out beneath you and once more he has you hold you up until he can lay you down on the sleeping bag that was pulled out previously. Your mind completely blank as your tired fucked out body relaxes into the soft blanket. Johns panting and shaking, jittery and weak from fucking you. Only then he realizes you passed out and he is left you clean you up. “I love you so fucking much.” He mumbles to himself and while he’s watching you’re sweaty body breath, you smile and he smiles back, grabbing what he can to clean you up and tuck you in for the night.

Once Hancock has you cleaned up, he’s relaxed for the night and after about an hour or so, you begin to wake from your sleep and you look around, seeing your laying on his now clothed lap with him passed out while sitting up. You gently wake him and motion for him to join you in the sleeping bag and he agrees, your tired weak bodies laying as the night begins to fade into dawn and yet for some reason, there was no longer a rush to get to wherever you thought you needed to go too earlier that day.

Authors notes: anyways I hope y’all enjoyed this I really appreciate the love for this man. He genuinely is my favorite character to write ab even though this is my first time writing about him (I just wanna marry him already, I love my old scrappy men)

I did not proofread this and I never will proof read I think♥️ anyways here’s some jet, looks like y’all could use a pick me up after this one