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I firmly believe that Hancock is a Horndog

You can't tell me he isn't insatiable. They get better buy chillin in radiation.

Ghoul fucking, MDNI

The moment their relationship turned sexual, Hancock developed an addiction.

He wasn’t sure what it was. Her taste, her feel, her noises, the way she tried to touch him. He just couldn’t resist her, and just the tilt of a hip or a flash in her eyes had him wishing to drop to his knees and make her scream. She was far too serious, far too concerned with people around her that didn’t fucking matter. Watching her fall apart, her trusting him enough to do so under his hands, it was bliss. He honestly didn’t even need to get off. Watching her, touching her, Fuck he could spend hours just playing with her without complaint. The moment she let him have her, let him know her body, he became obsessed. He loved her as a person, loved her bravery sure but her ass, her hips, those thighs, the way that pretty little chest heaved and moved those- He could go on for a very long time.

He found himself jumping at any opportunity to play with her, especially in the adrenaline rush when coming down after a fight.

They were in the middle of a forest, having just cleared out the small vault of ferals that had been wandering out to harass people.

“Nothing like a little bloodbath to cap off the night” Nora sighed, leaning against an ancient abandoned car. Hancock looked over her once before dropping to his knees in front of her, placing his hands on her knees, nosing along the inner side of one. “You’re incorrigible” Nora laughed, blushing furiously and placing a hand on his head. Maybe it was something about how she would react. Her pretty face going red all for him. She hadn’t quite shaken off all her old world ideals, got deliciously flustered whenever he made a pass at her. He’d watched this woman face down a deathclaw with a fucking knife, but a few whispers in her ear had her weak in her knees and bright red.

“Sunshine, I'm never gonna get enough of you”. She giggled as he moved his way further up her body, moved to kiss her and swallowed those giggles down. Placed his hands on her hips, toyed with the zipper of her vault suit and pushed a leg between her legs. She whimpered at the pressure of it.

“Hancock?” She pulled away. Smiled at him. “We do need to get going if we wanna make it to-”

“Won’t take long sweetheart, just wanna taste you. Please?” He loved how she looked at him, bit her lip and nodded. He wished that her government hadn’t kept so much joy from their people, but the experience of showing her a new world of experiences was otherworldly. She was still a bit sheepish. He hoped one day she’d be asking him for what she wants.

He pulled down the zipper on her suit, shifted it over her shoulders and down her arms before tugging it down over her hips and to her knees. He pulled her panties down, hooked her legs over his head and dove into the meal of champions.

“Fuck! Hancock!” He pressed her back into the car, her thighs on his shoulders as he licked into her. He felt her heels hit his back, her hands grab at his head and arms. He relished this, the taste of her, the way she had fallen boneless over the hood of the car, no doubt lost in the pleasure he was giving her. He could hear her trying to bite back moans, whimpering his name like he was doing something deeply unfair to her. He pressed a finger into her and she arched her back, bucked over his finger.

“Jo-hn” She whimpered out between the thrusts of his hand. He could never get enough of how she sounded, especially when she started to feel so good she’d get teary eyed. He added another finger, rubbed over the spot he knew she loved and let his tongue work over her clit. More noised was his reward. He knew she was getting close when she clamped her legs together over his head and arched up and away. He adored that she let him do this to her, sear his desire into her flesh till she could hardly bear it.

Realistically, he was being particularly cruel this time. They did have to get going after all, he simply had to be fast and rough. He was sure it was intense for her. He pressed forward more, let her hips feel the weight of him as he worked her. Thrusted faster. She cried when she came, fell boneless back on the car. He licked off his fingers, started pulling her clothes up. Placed limp hands into the sleeves, helped her shrug it back on as she came too. Pressed kisses to her face before she could start talking about moving on.

“This is starting to feel like a routine” Nora sighed, sitting up on the car.

“I prefer the word tradition”. He winked at her.

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hancocksspouse · 2 years

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11. For Doll and Hancock? I love your writing so much, I've missed reading new FO4 content

Thanks so much! It’s a safe assumption this is for either the smooches prompt or the other? Cause imma mix em. This one is just too good to pass up.

11. …in joy.

. “I can’t breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up.”

😘

Uncomfortable situations were not Doll’s strong suit. Sure, she could worm her way out of one or sweet talk her way through it if need be, but this one. This one was directly involving her and bullshitting her way out wasn’t an option.

And neither was her wardrobe. It had to be NICE (as nice as possible, anyway) and more often than not, nice also meant UNCOMFORTABLE.

And she was right.

In her perfect world, she’d be able to wear a nice suit, perhaps with the top buttons questioningly undone so she could at least sit comfortably but no. Finding pants that fit her waist and thighs at the same time that WASN’T a pair of jeans or sleep pants was not happening and they really didn’t have the time to scavenge through all of Boston for a pair of pants that probably be damaged to hell anyway.

So, here she was, growling to herself as she struggled to willfully pull on the shimmering red dress that seemed to mock her, laid across her bed so loosely and yet, it seemed to look so heavy.

Magnolia had no problem lending her the dress for the time being and Hancock had no problem going with her thru town to grab it.

But fuck, she didn’t wanna wear it.

A resigned sigh left her and she managed to stop herself from rubbing her makeup covered eyes before standing up from her hunched over cross cross position on the chair next to the bed.

‘Just one night and we can give the damn thing back’, she thinks. She finally picks it up from the bed and unzips the back, stepping into it, and slowly shimmying it up. It fits and she frowns, pulling the straps over her shoulders. When she reaches for the zipper, she grunts and pays around her back for it, swapping arms each time and a mortifying fact slowly creeps up on her.

Doll can’t zip the damn thing up.

For a split second after the realization, she simply stops and hopes for the earth to crack open and swallow her whole and proceeds to throw wild hay makers at the air around her as if it would somehow rectify the situation and not just make her look like a jackass fighting air.

But she stops because she knows when she’s been beaten.

“Hancock? You in here somewhere?” She calls out down the hall and there’s a small rustle followed by footsteps heading to her room. She turns her back to the doorway in the meantime to find the shoes that she’d have to wear with the dress since, apparently, giant thumping boots wouldn’t ‘match right’. What a load of shit.

“Yea, I am. What’s u-“, Hancock stops upon coming into the doorway and for a moment, his brain shuts down on him as he sees Doll bent over in the shimmering red dress, the hem rising a bit as she shuffles around for something on the floor and when she finally rises, the air is almost punched out of him seeing the back of the garment unzipped with the zipper resting against her lower back.

The contrast of the bright red against her black hair already grabbed his attention but the triple whammy he had just received was something he hadn’t prepared for. His silence doesn’t disturb her though as she turns to him, stepping into her heels.

“Oh, good, there you are. I need you real quick”, she says, stepping close to him and sweeping all of her hair over her shoulder. She looks up at him and the mascara and eyeliner she’s put on makes her eyes sharper and Christ in heaven, somebody help him before he hits the ground when he combines what he’s seeing with what he heard.

“You need me?” He jokes, covering his nervousness with humor. “I thought you’d never ask”. She rolls her eyes and turns her back to him.

“Zip me up real quick”, she says.

It’s a simple request. A favor for a friend and he KNOWS this but the domesticity of the situation makes his hands shake a little at first. He clears his throat real quick and reaches down to hold the base of the zipper before grabbing the zip.

“Magnolia said it’s supposed to be a bit tight in the waist so heads up”, he says. Doll rolls her eyes a bit.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not that t-aaahhh!”

Now, they’re both red. Redder than the material that’s tightened around her torso.

Doll, because she didn’t think it would actually be that tight and could not believe the sound that escaped her when the zipper was jerked all the way up.

Hancock, because not only did that sound come from her but he was the one to cause it and the way the dress showed her waist to hip ratio after being fully secured made a shivering sigh leave his lungs.

The t-shirts and jackets did no favors for her and he couldn’t help but thank whatever god was out there, be it atom or something else, for the opportunity to see her like this.

“S-sorry!” She quickly blurts out, pushing her hair back over her shoulder, letting it drape across her back again. Hancock chuckles a bit, biting his inner lip.

“Heh, so what was that about it not being that tight?” He jokes.

“Alright alright so it’s a little small in the waist. I’m not exactly the same size I was before”, she mutters to herself.

Unknown to her, he knows. Oh, he knows she’s not the same size before.

She’s gained more muscle now and it’s making her figure fuller, which is in turn, making him melt. He could throw her across a room if he wanted to but that was because of the radiation in his body. She was strong from the extensive amounts of work they did on the daily. Could she throw him? Probably not, but she could probably pull and shove him around pretty easily and that thought alone was making him feel hot.

‘Head out of the gutter, head out of the gutter. Quick, uhhh brotherhood of steel, radroaches, oh! Remember that one time you accidentally saw super mutant schmekel?’ At that, he get his stomach turn but at least it kept the dirtier thoughts at bay.

“Relax, sunshine. It doesn’t look bad at all”, he says, looking her up and down while he adjusts the jacket of the tux he’s currently in, tricorn still sat atop his head. She looks his way and takes in his neatly dressed form.

“Same. At least once of us gets to be comfortable”, she gripes, lifting her leg up and sitting her foot atop her chair and tugging the hem of her dress even higher, strapping a knife to her thigh. Hancock shuts his eyes and takes a long, hard drag of his cigarette.

‘Super mutant dong, super mutant dong, super mutant dong’, he thinks to himself.

He’s pretty sure he’s gonna have heart failure at this point.

It wasn’t often there was a celebration like this in Goodneighbor and unfortunately, it wasn’t purely for fun. They were meeting up with several trading caravans to make a deal: trading for protection. They trade more with Goodneighbor and they’d have the protection of Mayor Hancock, his triggermen, and the sole survivor, in turn, allowing safe transport for synth escapees with old man Stockton and Dr. Amari. Sounded simple until it was found that Diamond City attempted to get involved and tried to keep the caravans from heading their way at all, so what better way to convince them to continue trade anyway then partying?

Especially since there would be a hidden Diamond City snitch somewhere amongst them.

Hancock could handle a lot of shit. But snitches were not it.

Lucky for him, neither could Doll.

He chuckles a bit at the way he can see her fidgeting with the hem of the dress (whether she’s trying to keep the blade hidden under it, he won’t ask), but does his best to keep her comfortable as the party in the Third Rail carries on. He even teases her and offers her his jacket, to which she gives him a deadpan look and flicks the brim of his tricorn.

“Thanks, but no thanks. It wouldn’t fit anyway, my shoulders are broader than yours”, she says, making him smirk.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Nobody wants a weak hug, anyway”, he teases before taking a seat on the couch in The Third Rail, the caravan seated across the way. He smiles and spreads his arms. “Welcome to my little slice of heaven. Lets get down to business, shall we?”

Doll is seated beside him, a Gwinnett in hand as she watches the caravan casually seated with drinks and chems of their own. The head of the group begins discussion with Hancock while she observes them, watching them closely but subtly to find the odd man out.

It takes a few minutes in but she eventually is able to pick them from the group and she keeps her eyes on them. He’s younger than the others but seems to hold himself as if he’s better. The fact he’s cleaner and not actually drinking his beer tips her off most. He swirls it around a few times but not once drinks it while he glances around the room, as if looking for something. The look he gives Hancock is very clearly one of disgust, not too different from the way he’s been looking at her, so once he makes eye contact, she smirks and winks. The way a shade of red sweeps him over is obvious and she chuckles a bit, giving him a smile before pretending to turn her attention back to the conversation at hand.

The small gestures work and she can see from the corner of her eye the way he continues stealing glances at her. He almost chokes on his spit when she crosses one leg slowly over the other, once again making eye contact. It’s not long before Hancock and the caravan leader are shaking hands, a deal being reached and they slowly trail off to join in the merriment around them, leaving Doll and the Diamond City snitch alone. She rises from her spot and slowly approaches him and he finally takes a long swallow from his beer as she makes herself comfortable beside him.

“First time in Goodneighbor?” She asks. The higher tone of voice she takes on makes her nauseated but she rolls with it, smile in place. He clears his throat subtly and nods.

“Y-yea-I mean kinda-I mean well not quite”, he rambles and she chuckles, running her hand up his arm to his shoulder.

“You seem nervous. No need for that here. What’s your name?” She watches him struggle for a moment before he takes another drink and a deep breath.

“Jake My name is Jake”, he says. She nods and leans closer to him, making him look at her.

“Jake. I like that. Tell you what, Jake. Why don’t you and I wander somewhere quieter? Get to know each other in a more…private place?”

He almost rises from his spot faster than her, allowing her to take his hand and lead him away. She walks towards the back room and quickly glances Hancock’s way, making eye contact before giving him a smirk and a wink, letting him know she’s got him. He gives her a smirk back and tips his hat before turning back to his own business as they slip away from everyone’s view.

Whatever happened in that room, Hancock couldn’t say or even guess, as much as he’d like to.

But it works.

‘Jake’ or whatever the hell his name is, Hancock couldn’t care less, soon decides to make himself scarce from the caravan, making up some mumbled excuse to the merchant in charge before heading over to the Rex on his own.

“Do I wanna know what it was ya said to the poor kid?” He chuckles, taking a quick swallow from the bottle in his hand. Doll shrugs and reaches over, taking the bottle from him and getting a good pull from it.

“I mean it wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard from me before at some point”, she says, hissing at the burn before reading the label on the bottle. She silently mumbles ‘vodka’ to herself and hands the bottle back to Hancock.

They’re back at the statehouse already, both sprawled across a couch together, Doll’s head laid on his thigh and his jacket draped over her.

“Perhaps but it seemed to have worked, sister. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have high tailed it on his caravan”, he says. She kinda laughs and lets out a deep sigh before staring at the ceiling for a long moment, almost making Hancock worry.

“I can’t breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up?” She suddenly blurts out and Hancock laughs.

“Relax. Once Fahrenheit comes back with word from the good ol’ doctor, I can help you outta that dress”, he winks, making her roll her eyes.

“Look, I didn’t expect the zipper to be that hard to reach”, she mumbles.

“Lucky for you, I’m an expert at undoin’ em”

The sounds of footsteps approaching pulls their attention and Fahrenheit walks in, crossing her arms.

“Words been passed. Amari says they’ll start moving the refugees tomorrow”, she says. Hancock nods.

“Then I say everything worked out pretty well”. Fahrenheit nods with a smirk and heads off to her own room, leaving them alone until Hancock also rises from his spot, making Doll groan in annoyance.

“Relax, I’ll be right back”, he says and she dramatically groans again.

“Fiiiiiiine”

But her tone changes when he comes back with a baggy shirt and pants in hand with a smirk.

“Not so sassy now, are ya?” He chuckles as she gets up and speed walks over to him excitedly.

“Finallyyyyyy”, she excitedly says, taking the clothing from him with a sigh before turning her back to him, moving her hair. “Unzip me so I can change”.

The view of her back to him and her asking for his help undressing makes him grateful she’s faced the other way, otherwise she would see the breath he’s got to take to keep himself focused as he reaches up and carefully pulls the zipper down, slowly revealing her back to his eyes.

“There ya go, Doll. You’re free”, he says. She takes a deep breath and turns to him, pulling him down to her and firmly kissing the corner of his mouth excitedly before turning and heading into the other room to change. His stomach flutters as he watches her walk away and he undoes the bow tie on his tux, unbuttoning the top few buttons and wiping a hand over his face slowly.

‘Hell, at this point, I’m starting to think she’s tryna kill me’, he thinks to himself as he sits himself back down on the couch with a sigh, taking the vodka bottle from the table and swirling it around. ‘I mean…I’d die happy anyway’.

The shuffle of her socks and sleep pants draw his attention and the smile that comes over his face when she comes walking back in, complaining about having to wear the dress all night is not subtle but he can’t find it in him to care much when she reclaims her spot, head cozy on his thigh as she takes the vodka from him.

‘Yea…I think I could die happy’

———

Hey!

I am really sorry for the hiatus I took. A lot happened and I have not been that good, but I’m here! And I’m so sorry it took so long to get this out. I’m only just now able to catch my breath from the ass beating life has given me lol

🖤

-Hancock’s Spouse

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