ghoulreaper38

[ghoulreaper38]

the ghouls + watching you try a bj shot.

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.

[ghoulreaper38]

the ghouls + giving you love bites.

pairings : the ghoul (cooper howard) x fem!reader | john hancock x fem!reader.

warnings : reader is afab—no descriptions given BUT babe, doll(face), sweetheart, pretty(girl), hun, & sunshine are all used as nicknames ! / mild mature content / suggestive themes / profanity / fondling / hickeys-love bites / slight possessive behavior / mild jealousy / chem use / alcohol use / smoking / very mild choking / ghoul discrimination.

a/n—my first time posting ever yay & writing for this fandom so please keep that in mind. i did my best but things may be ooc or incorrect. regardless, happy reading❕🤍

The Ghoul (Cooper Howard) 1.7k words

You are much too beautiful for this wasteland. Cooper tries over and over again to reassure himself that you are his and only his, but he notices every single unwanted stare you garner from practically everywhere you go. It’s so bad now that he won’t let you go anywhere unless he’s right by your side.

And you, his vaultie, bless that pretty little soul of yours… you don’t seem bothered by his behavior at all. You happily let him trail after you like a guard dog that’ll bite at anyone who tries to come your way. And my, oh, my, how scary he is…

Cooper comes back from taking the clingy ol’ dog for a morning walk to find you rummaging around inside the desolate and dilapidated shack the two of you were staying in, for a night or two at least. You’ve got your backpack on and you’re loading up one of your 10mm pistols from where you’re crouched on the ground by a coffee table with a missing leg.

“Where’re you supposed to be heading off to so early, little morning bird,” Cooper asks as he raises an eyebrow at you, almost accusatory.

You get the pistol loaded and pack it into the holster on your waist as you stand from your crouched position to meet his gaze.

“Just into the small town a bit west from here. I want to see if I can stock up on some medicine or food while we’re passing through. And, the earlier I get over there, the sooner I’ll be back here,” you explain as you double check you’ve got your dagger, pip-boy, and stash of caps on you.

“Huh.” The ghoul clicks his tongue as he gives you a brief once-over.

You head for the door and attempt to walk past him to start your journey for the day, but he immediately shakes his head and pulls you back by your hips until you’re trapped against him.

“Don’t think so, doll. You ain’t goin’ nowhere like that,” he lowly says as he leans down until his breath brushes over your exposed neck. You shiver against him but do your best to grab his wandering hands and hold them in place. Is he really mad about you wearing a tank top right now?

“Like what?” you frown and try to catch his gaze over your shoulder. “We’re basically living in a heatwave out here, I’m not layering up,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes.

“I don’t give a damn what you’re wearing, sweetheart. I’m well aware you’re all mine,” the ghoul says with a smug smile. He easily frees one of his hands from your hold and trails it all the way up until it comes to rest right against your throat. “Problem is, the fuckers out there don’t,” he practically growls as his fingers tighten just enough to be threatening against your skin. “So how ‘bout we write this in bold, huh? Make sure they can’t possibly miss that you’re mine, all mine,” he says as he leans down and presses his scarred lips against your neck.

Your body tingles as he moves his hands lower, brushing them both up under the hem of your shirt so they can travel over your stomach. His touch is so light, it tickles, and his lips are unforgiving where they brush against your throat. He leaves love bites scattered all over your neck, licking over the particularly brutal ones to soothe the puffy redness his bites leave behind. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain and you can’t help but moan as he dresses your throat up with yet another mark, poking at it teasingly just to get a reaction out of you.

Finally, after making sure he’s marked you well enough, he pulls back and steps away from you. You breathe in deeply and place a hand over your neck as your body comes down from the high that this ghoul always manages to give you, with nearly no effort at all. Sometimes, just a simple look in your direction has you weak in the knees and ready for whatever he’s willing to give you. It’d be more embarrassing to dwell on it if you didn’t find it so attractive.

“There now, that’ll do it,” Cooper says with a smirk as he scans all over your neck to see his work. You can tell he’s proud of himself by the way he runs his tongue over his lower lip subconsciously. It’s comforting to know that he’s just as intoxicated by you as you are by him.

“You done now, cowboy?” you tease as you fuss with your shirt to make sure it’s nicely straightened out.

“Just about,” he drawls as he steps into your space and grips your chin between his fingers. “You ready to go show the world you’re mine? Let a greedy old ghoul like me tie you down?” Cooper asks, but he captures your lips into a kiss before you can answer. His tongue glides along your own as he claims you once more just before you go.

When he finally breaks apart from you, he goes straight to throwing his bandolier on and readjusting his hat. He glances over at you once with that sly expression of his, as he cocks his head towards the door.

“You comin’, dollface?”

You smile your own little smile and nod your head, following him out of the building.

The town is nice for what it is. Not too many of the buildings seem to be as torn through as some others the two of you have encountered while traveling together. You manage to find most of the supplies on your list, and even a few extra lucky ones you hadn’t accounted for. It’s a win in your book.

The only trouble you wind up running into comes from an older group of gentlemen who’re leaned up against an old brick building down one of the streets the ghoul leads you through. They seem to be taking a smoke break outside of an old diner that’s just finding its legs here in the seemingly re-evolving town.

“The fuck’s that thing doing around here?” one of the men with a rather large cigar jeers as he takes one look at Cooper walking beside you.

Cooper doesn’t give any reaction, he only walks more surely of himself. It’s like the negative comments from them give him more confidence.

“Thought these damn ghouls would stay away from here after what happened to the last group that tried us,” one of the men sighs as he takes a long drag from his cigarette and gives the ghoul a cold glare. “Hell, I’d even take them fuckin’ mantises that crawled through here again over more of these freaks,” he continues with an animated shrug.

You try your best to ignore their harsh comments and instead follow Cooper’s lead, but one of them nearly steps in your way trying to gain your attention as you go to pass them.

“Whoa there, what’s a babe like you doing traveling around with that fuckin’ thing?” he asks as he looks between you two in disgust. “You better let this one here go, you rad-infested freak. They ain’t your prisoner no more,” the guy says darkly as he picks up a broken glass bottle and watches the ghoul with a close eye.

Cooper halts in his steps and clicks his tongue, watching the man next to you with an unimpressed look.

“You must be one dumb motherfucker if you haven’t noticed that this ‘babe’ ain’t a prisoner to me at all,” he chuckles darkly. “Now I suggest you put that there bottle down and take a closer look for yourself,” Cooper bites as he slides his gun out from its holster lazily. He’s not yet threatening the man, but rather, warning him.

“Oh, what the fuck,” one of the men behind the one with the broken bottle gasps as he must notice the marks on your neck. The other guy behind him joins and they both quickly shake their heads, seemingly deciding that this battle isn’t worth it. “Nah, I’m out, that fucked shit in’t none of my business at all,” the other agrees as they retreat back to inside the building.

“Guess that just leaves you, don’t it?” Cooper smirks as he licks his lips, taking a step closer to you, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of the ignorant man. He drapes his arm over your shoulder and you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, more than happy to play this little game with him. You know he loves the thrill, loves to show you off to the world.

“What… what the hell is goin’ on here?!” the man yells, waving the broken bottle around wildly as he tries to understand what exactly is unfolding before him.

“Well, let’s see…” Cooper sighs. “You were threatening to take my lover from me, ain’t that right? Still wanna try your hand at that now, big man?” Cooper practically seethes as he cocks his gun, the sound ringing loudly between the three of you.

“Oh, you’re fucked! Both of you!” the guy shouts as he drops the bottle and his cigarette, turning tale and running away down an old dingy alleyway.

You cover your mouth with your hand as a laugh slips past your lips. You can’t help yourself after watching such a comical display. He’s lucky to have survived, and you’re proud of how generous the ghoul’s become just for you.

“That’s some funny shit right there,” Cooper chuckles with that deep, sweet laugh of his. Your heart soars at the sound of it.

“It’s always so entertaining to see how they’ll react. This time was much cleaner than last,” you say with a relieved sigh, pulling Cooper into a warm hug. He immediately wraps his arms around you tightly as he kisses your forehead and smiles down at you. One of his rare genuine ones that gets your face all warm.

“I’d do anything for you, doll. I hate that you’ve gotta put up with so much bullshit just for walking with someone like me, but I can promise you that I’ll always give you a whole lot more than any of these other fuckers could ever dream up. Got it?” he asks as he pulls you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head.

With your face nuzzled against his neck, you nod your head and squeeze him back comfortingly. “Got it,” you promise with a genuine smile of your own.

John Hancock 1.4k words

a/n let’s pretend regular ‘ol jet would have the same effect on ghouls as it does humans for this one!

Hancock loves to see you dancing and freely enjoying yourself in his club, but he absolutely loathes to see how many watchers you attract with the striking way you sway your hips along to the music. You dance under the lights and that stunning jewelry you love shines so perfectly against your skin, it’s entrancing to any onlooker. Hancock wishes he was the only onlooker.

“Hancock, and of course his stunning plus one, are you guys joining us for a couple of rounds of drinks tonight?” Magnolia asks as she and her company, Emogene, wave you both over to their table only a few steps away.

Hancock’s unusually quiet tonight as he offers only cold glares and noncommittal laughter to anyone who tries to break the barrier he’s suddenly put up for the evening. You’ve attempted to figure out why, of course, but he won’t budge at all, just gesturing for you to keep enjoying yourself instead of worrying over him. So, you suppose that’s alright for now, everyone needs a little space sometimes, right?

“Of course, we’d love to! As long as you’re okay with it,” you say as you glance at Hancock who’s standing beside you with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, sure, do whatever you want. You know I’ll follow you anywhere, hun,” he rasps as he follows you to the table with the two other women.

The truth is, Hancock cannot control himself like this. Yeah, yeah, he could probably slow down with the chems to avoid it, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, he slides into the booth beside you and takes a long swig of his stiff drink, and taps his leg subconsciously as he tries to focus less on you and more on the conversation at hand.

“—It’s always a beautiful song if you’re singing it,” you say as you smile at Magnolia kindly, taking a small sip out of your own glass. The two of you are constantly flattering each other, it’s a sign of your strong and healthy friendship, you believe.

“Well, I could certainly say the same for you, hm? Your dancing is so spectacular each time, it’s a shame only the third rail gets to witness it,” she tuts as she sends a knowing glare in Hancock’s direction.

You laugh sweetly and thank her while you rest a hand on Hancock’s knee, hoping to calm him. You’ve never seen him so jittery on jet before, but you hadn’t noticed him take anything else.

Emogene nods easily, “I have to agree myself. Magnolia told me your dancing was good, but seeing it with my own eyes tonight was a complete surprise even so. You’re talented in that regard for sure,” she compliments, and then she snorts, gesturing to the room around you. “And, I mean, clearly you have plenty of admirers who feel the same way.”

…Okay, yeah, the alcohol didn’t help one bit, Hancock decides.

Before you can reply, Hancock abruptly sits up straighter and grabs your hand.

“You’ll have to excuse us for a moment, I forgot I needed to speak to my pretty girl here in private for just a sec,” he says as he begins pulling you along with him out of the booth.

“Oh dear, just be gentle, you silly ghoul,” Magnolia sighs as she lights a cigarette for herself and takes a long drag. Emogene looks at Hancock like he’s a crazy man, but she just sips on her drink and leaves the two of you be.

You’re shocked by how clumsily Hancock’s pulling you along with him, he’s seemingly pent up with so much energy that he’s not entirely thinking straight. But alas, you go along with him anyways. He said he needed to talk, right? You always have time for him.

He pulls you along until you reach the VIP room, and thankfully it’s empty at the moment. He shuts the door and then he’s immediately attaching himself to you.

“Ah, um, Hancock? What’s wrong?” you attempt to ask, but it’s hard to focus when he’s wrapping you up in his warm embrace, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

“I… I just need ‘ta feel you right now. Like, genuinely feel you in my arms,” he breathes as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Okay… are you alright? What’d you take?” you ask as you wrap your arms around him in return, letting him soak up all your body heat.

“Just some jet, but, I can’t stand the way those other people were watching you. I just get this insane urge to keep you all to myself, make ‘em all jealous because you picked me, not any of those shitty guys,” he growls as he pulls back just enough so he can give you a soft kiss on your lips. Your gleaming eyes staring into his has his heartbeat going wild. He loves you way too much to be good for him.

You smile at his words and pull him closer, kissing his left cheek, then right, then his nose, and lastly, his scarred lips that always manage to give you butterflies when they collide with yours. And just like always, he fits so perfectly against you, slipping his tongue further into your mouth until you’re moaning against his lips. His sly hands traveling further and further down until he grips your ass playfully, pulling you flush against him.

You squeak cutely which only makes him want to hear you more. He tilts your chin up with his gloved fingers so he has better access to your neck, and then he nibbles against your smooth skin, leaving traces of him over every spot he touches. After ensuring you’ve got three love bites too many, he nips at your earlobe playfully before pulling away, chuckling at your cute little noises as he does.

He breathes deeply as he completely backs away from you, absorbing how pretty you look with your lips swollen and face flushed.

“Alright, gotta stop myself there for now, sunshine. You’re just too tempting for me,” he says as chews on his lip subconsciously while running his eyes over your body. “If you don’t wanna leave our dear old friends hanging then we’d better get back out there soon,” he reminds.

You nod your head and follow him to the door. He leads the two of you back to the booth from before, where Magnolia and Emogene have patiently waited, both having finished a drink or two in the time you and Hancock were gone.

“Welcome back, lovebirds. I see you two had some fun,” Magnolia slyly smiles, bring her eyes from your face to your neck with a tantalizing laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I take full responsibility,” Hancock says as he raises his hands in surrender. “I hit too much jet before, and when she dances like that in slow motion, well, can’t blame a guy for getting a tad bit overzealous,” he grins with those bright and happy eyes, clearly proud of himself.

You shake your head at his antics but still lean your body closer to him, and he immediately wraps an arm around you, keeping you warm and safe right beside him.

“It does seem to have worked out in your favor though, I will say,” Magnolia smiles. “The eyes seem to have wandered back to where they came from,” she again gestures to the room around you, and you notice how the other men are very obviously trying their hardest not to give any inappropriate looks to the mayor’s girl. Against your better judgement, it leaves a fuzzy feeling in your chest.

“My savior,” you tease as you snuggle into Hancock’s side with a silly smile.

Emogene says something that catches Magnolia’s attention, and the two of them delve into a conversation. Hancock kisses your head and pulls you just a bit closer, until one of your legs rests above his own.

“Dance for me like that again, sunshine, and I might just have to get you all pretty on your knees for me. But don’t you worry, hun, I’ll go slow,” he whispers into your ear. You feel your face heat up instantly at his sudden words but he only chuckles in response, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek before he pulls away.

He calls over Whitechapel Charlie and asks for a round of shots for the table, and you graciously take the one he offers to you, hoping that maybe that will be able to calm your sudden longing for the enticing man beside you.

When Hancock catches your eye as he expertly downs his shot, a devious smile on his lips, you realize you’re already in too deep.