#Fallout 3 Anchorage

[submissivekillers]

kinktober day 3 - public sex (john hancock)

very mild cw on this one for mention of needles/injection near the end, in the context of radaway use

It was never out of the ordinary to see John Hancock out on the balcony of the Old State House — at least for residents of Goodneighbor, who’d had plenty of time to get used to the sight of a ghoul in colonial garb getting stoned out of his mind.��

Especially on a cool, clear night like this - almost unreasonably pleasant for an evening in the nuclear wasteland - the citizens who hadn’t flocked to the Third Rail weren’t surprised to see their Mayor perched on the landing over their heads, elbows braced on the flag-draped railing and the cherry of a lit cig glowing amidst the street lamps. Some raised a hand or shouted in greeting as they passed, while others lingered, exchanging pleasantries or giving reports from the Neighborhood Watch. 

If Hancock’s answers came delayed, his voice notably quavering, no one thought much of it. And from their vantage point on the ground, no one could see how his hands gripped the rail, so tight that his knuckles would have been white beneath the radiation-damaged skin. 

All the better for you. 

“Shit, sunshine.”

Hancock hissed, barely audible. His thighs were shaking, the lean muscle flexing beneath your fingertips. You hummed, swallowing with an audible gulp, and heard the railing behind your head creak worryingly. 

Pulling off his cock with a sleazy gasp, you replaced your lips with a loose fist, clicking your tongue at John in mocking disapproval. “Careful baby, this is a historic building, remember?” 

“I’m gonna be history if you don’t stop teasing me, sweetheart,” he wheezed, hips twitching into your hand when you pressed your thumb into the dripping slit at his cockhead. You rolled your eyes fondly and chased the pump of your hand with a long, languid swipe of your tongue, flicking at the deepest ridge of his textured skin that you knew would make him whine around his cigarette. One of his hands released the rail and found its way to your hair instead, curling into a loose fist at your nape. 

You drew back and swiped at your mouth, cleaning some of the drool and come that had accumulated on your chin. “Okay, just try not to be too loud — mmph.”

In the same movement, his fist tugged your hair back and his hips pitched forward, sheathing himself in your open mouth. You whined through your nose as Hancock pressed deeper, bullying his way into your throat with little pumps of his hips. He paused, your throat tight and hot around him; you could feel him leaking steadily into you, the taste of his cum vaguely metallic on the back of your tongue. When he pulled out, a thick, glistening strand connected your mouth to his tip. 

“Deeper, baby,” you slurred, saliva dripping from your swollen lips.  “Don’t wanna waste a drop.”   

“Sunshine—” He rasped, and that was the only warning you got before he slid back into your throat in one smooth slide. Your nose pressed into his rough skin, the short, whimpering breaths you managed to huff through your nose heady with his scent, and your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a final groan around him. That was enough — Hancock came with a curse down your throat, one, two, three pulses before he pulled you back and let the rest trickle onto your outstretched tongue. You shivered, your head light and thighs wet. 

“Jesus,” you croaked, swaying as you rose unsteadily before he caught you by the waist, “You were a little backed up, huh?” 

“Your fault, leaving me behind so long,” he growled, hands sliding down your hips to give your ass a squeeze. You smiled, swiping the last drops of cum from your chin with your thumb and sucking it into your mouth. A low groan rumbled through him as he watched you, fingers flexing tighter against you. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” 

You grinned. “But what a way to go, right?” 

His answering chuckle was muffled into your mouth as he leaned in to kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you through the door into the State House. “We should, uh, probably get some RadAway in you.”  

“Way ahead of you.” A familiar voice drifted from Hancock’s quarters. 

You locked eyes with John and laughed, a flush rising to your cheeks. Nick was lounging on one of the couches in his shirtsleeves, a prepped IV of Radaway beside him. He glanced up from the files in his hands when you stumbled through the door, a playful gleam in his yellow eyes.

“Sorry, Nick,” Hancock drawled, not sounding particularly sorry at all. “Hope ya didn’t wait long.” 

Nick scoffed, automatically reaching out to hold your waist as Hancock guided you to a comfortable seat, slumping on the armrest beside him. “Should’ve known better than to leave you two alone for ten minutes.” 

“Hey, at least nothing’s on fire this time.” 

The grey skin of his brow ridge quirked, his gentle hands holding your arm steady as Hancock slid the needle into the crook of your elbow. “Small miracles, I suppose.”  

You laughed again, then cut yourself off with a grimace as the RadAway started to take effect — it always gave you a killer headache, a pulsing in your temples making you wince and shut your eyes against the bright lights in Hancock’s quarters. Without waiting for your word, John was already up and moving to hit the lights, replacing the glare of the ceiling light with the dim glow of a table lamp you’d scrounged from Sanctuary (he’d teased you, as they all did, for picking up everything electronic that you could get your hands on, but had accepted the gift with pleasure all the same.) 

Nick’s hand on your chin, the cool plastic of a water bottle raised to your lips. You took a few eager gulps, then let yourself recline on the armrest again, breathing slowly.  

“John,” you called as his footsteps drew nearer. His palm cupped your cheek, warm and rough against your skin, and you nuzzled into the touch. “How d’you think we should apologize to Nick for making him wait?” 

A gravelly chuckle as he moved around you, then the cushions shifting beneath you, a soft grunt from Nick and the sound of a folder scattering on the floor. “I got a few ideas, sunshine.” 

“Get started without me, won’t you?” You sighed, blinking in the dim as you watched Hancock settle in Nick’s lap.  “I’ll just enjoy the show for a bit.”  

Nick chuckled, exasperated, but tilted his head all the same as Hancock bent to mouth at the ragged skin of his throat. “Don’t you two ever turn off?” 

“What, with you and sunshine? Never.”

[some-brave-apollo]

Like with the last poll, assume the state of the affairs when the player first arrives. Also I'm counting the expeditions as "DLC Locations" hense why The Pitt is here twice. Also also to make room for those two I had to cut Vault 88 and Adams Air Force Base so if you really like those tell me in the tags (but still vote for the next best thing!)

[auntiemurdoc]

...Dark night, only bullets are whistling across the steppe, Only the wind is buzzing in the wires, stars are faintly flickering...

...The dark night separates us, my love And the troubled, black steppe lies between us...

[cherrraty]

if i told you i had strong opinions about the type of horrible gay situation my courier would have with arcade gannon would you be mad at me

small homophobic 10 year old belongs to @sunshinetidings as always he is famous to me

[falloutuniverse]

MTG x Fallout

Fallout 3 Locations

[this-should-do]

thinking about my lone wanderer,,, heres him at most a day out of the vault

[forthegothicheroine]

Not sure how I feel about my current mission in Fallout 3, so I'm putting on Tom Lehrer in the background to represent Talia's inner monologue.

[thefalloutwiki]

Pictured: A pre-release screenshot of a person in winterized combat armor looking across a body of water and into the blue sky in Operation Anchorage.

You can also read more about Operation Anchorage here.

[stymshots]

Where you go, I will follow. Unless you go into the Project Liberty antechamber. I’m not going in there.

[bellonathedragonborn]

Finished Operation Anchorage last night. Not sure if this dlc will be canon to Rok’s storyline or not.

[tacticalhimbo]

ok but i'm playing through the operation anchorage dlc and i just wanna know if anybody's made a commentary on the way the simultation PEDDLES propaganda through its presentation and through the miscellaneous holotapes you find throughout the areas.

like. i'm sure somebody has. but this whole story of the lone, green soldier recording tapes home to his partner (re: molly) being implanted into a combat simulation... definitely giving "here's how we, the u.s. government, are going to train your hatred toward this specific minority group"

[maplemonarchy]

I'm really surprised that no one has made a Fallout: Alaska Mod for Fallout 3/New Vegas. Operation Anchorage already has all the necessary assets that you would need to make even a short story based out of Sitka or Fairbanks or any of those other major towns in Alaska. It doesn't need to full be about the Sino-American conflict, but it would be neat to address it.

I'm just saying, it's highly disappointing.

[10yearsofventuriantale]

YESTERDAY was the Ten-Year Anniversary of “OPENING THE VAULT! - Fallout Tale 92 (Operation: Anchorage DLC)”

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[shatinn]

Fallout 3 - Anchorage memorial

[rentfreefallout]

I completed Anchorage last night!! There’s some vague spoilers under the cut ^^

I did encounter that damn dialogue bug at the end, which I thought was intentional, until I was just staring at the screen for 15 minutes thinking, “cutscenes don’t go on this long… do they?”

Anyways, I got the stealth armour for Sparrow and save the two friendlies. Which I save scuffed because I liked them and kept failing to keep them alive. The Botherhood Outcasts are no joke, let me tell you.

I got the Mysterious Stranger perk too, because my infatuation of Valentine and his loreTM won’t leave me alone, and I thought this was a neat lore way for all my OCs to interact with one another! :>

@doctorsiren / @leavingautumn13 thought you two might some of my rambles (doctorsiren with the artfight attack, and leavingautumn13 due to your comics) because you guys made me think of lore shenanigans with Neon, Sparrow, and Nick! :>

[stoat-party]

Every Fallout 3 Companion’s Approximate Birth Year (Part 1/3)

Fawkes — 2054

There are cut terminal files that imply he moved into Vault 87 as a married adult, so I’m going by that.

deadwifeguy fawkesssss

RL-3 — 2075

Mr. Gutsies were first deployed sometime during the Liberation of Anchorage, which lasted ten years and ended on January 10, 2077.

But they aren’t treated as novel or expensive in the Anchorage simulation, which was developed before the end of the war.

But a loading screen also says they were developed “shortly before” the Great War.

Jericho — 2212

He’s 65 according to the game guide.

Star Paladin Cross — 2216

Because she’s a cyborg, she can be as old as I want her to be, and I want her to be in her sixties because that’s awesome.

Charon — 2251

I will not elaborate.

Talk to Ahzrukhal.

Clover — 2254

She’s only been a slave for a few months, so no Cait Math for her, but I figure 23 is reasonable enough.

Butch — 2257

He has a Pip-Boy in the birthday scene, so he’s older than the Lone Wanderer, who was born in July 2258.

The vault didn’t randomly have eight kids in one year, right? They’ve got to be spread out a little bit.

Dogmeat III — 2274

Four is a normal age for a dog to be, I guess. He can’t be too old if we accept that Dogmeat IV is his son.

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