#g: fallout 4

[kharonion]

Played Nuka World DLC. Met Oswald the Outrageous. Am very salty that I cannot adopt him into my stone cold pack of weirdos.

RIGHT???

Why can't we wrap Oz up in a blanket burrito and protect him from all future harm.

Bethesda, fix this shit. 😤

[mintsalsa]

relationship hcs — hancock

a/n: the girls that get it, get it

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

hancock is a tough nut to crack

under all the swagger, the sarcastic remarks and the self-deprecating jokes, hancock is actually pretty sad

sad and a little lonely - despite the sense of community tying the people of goodneighbor together

so when he first starts following you around, it's precisely for the reason he claims: to clear his head and find purpose again

the fact that he finds you cute doesn't have a terrible lot to do with it

because while he doesn't always sell himself short, he likes to think of himself as a realist - he's him, and you're, well, you're you

it doesn't help that half his security personnel in goodneighbor can't seem to take their eyes off of you anytime you visit

and while the thought of it kind of pisses him off, he knows that he's the one sharing stories, bottles and cigarettes when you're sitting around a fire at night, out in the wastes, just him and just you

it takes a long time for him to admit his feelings to himself

which doesn't deter him from flirting with you, obviously

and despite you laughing and blushing before hurling an ironic retort in his direction, he never believes the bickering between you to mean anything

but somehow, you make him less afraid

less afraid of everything, and especially of himself

he'll start dropping hints about his feelings, but given the dynamic between you two, it only manages to leave you more confused

so you'd end up having to take matters into your own hands and ask him about his behavior to make him fess up

less big on pda, but trust me when i say emotional intimacy is such a huge thing

like this man is your soulmate, end of story

he loves showing you off (bc ur sexy)

and when you inch closer to him at night, your soft skin reaching out to touch his rough hands and face ...

let's just say the entire wasteland had never seen a ghoul smile brighter ever before

★ ! nsfw

i'm convinced hancock fucks, first of all

but with you?

he's insecure as hell, and it'd take him a short while to work up the courage to initiate any physical intimacy

freak in the streets and the sheets!

he'd never do anything you're not comfortable with, though - if you're more on the vanilla side of things, he'll adapt

you're his top priority after all

and even when he's going sweet and slow, it's always so, so hot

he uses his words and voice a lot and praises you like there's no tomorrow

[mlmxreader]

Fallout + pet names/terms of endearment

these are ALL m!reader - please don't be weird abt it if you aren't mlm/nblm

jncludes: MacCready, Preston, Hancock, Nick, Cooper Howard/The Ghoul & Maximus

MacCready

handsome, trouble, sugar, bad boy (playfully)

MacCready rolled over from his place on the left side of the bed, a soft groan coming from the back of his throat as he noticed the sunshine starting to trickle in through the cracks in the wall; he couldn't believe it was morning already, but when he set his eyes on you, still fast asleep next to him, he couldn't help but to smile as he gently nudged you.

"Morning, handsome," his voice was quiet and low, still thick with sleep. "C'mon, it's time to get going."

Preston

sweet, General (playfully), husband, Prince charming

It was getting late when you and Preston finally got back home after helping out a settlement in need; the stars were shining brightly, almost as if the world hadn't turned to utter shit around you. Preston couldn't help it, stealing a fond glance your way as he smiled and allowed his shoulders to drop all their tension for the first time that day.

"We're almost home," he said softly. "Not long now, sweet."

Hancock

love, beloved, sweetheart, casanova, sunshine

Hancock had been locked in his office all day, dealing with the various goings on in Goodneighbor and hardly speaking to anyone at all except to ask for the odd bit of Jet here and there to keep him going; he was completely oblivious when you sat yourself down opposite his desk, tilting your head to the side and raising your brows expectantly. You had to clear your throat to get his attention, and when you did, he looked up at you with the upmost fondness.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he almost laughed. "I'll be right there."

Nick

honey, old man, beau, darling

The music was playing loudly as you and Nick sat down at what you could only guess was a pub, although there was hardly anyone around except for a few regulars. It was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of Diamond City, as well as the nastiness from its residents that weren't exactly kind about your relationship with Nick. A quick look around, and you hummed under your breath at the realisation that nobody actually cared or even noticed.

"Alright, beau," Nick said as he lit up a cigarette. "You sit here, and I'll go get your drinks."

Cooper

cowboy, daddy-o, hot stuff, romeo

At best, Cooper was difficult; selfish and violent, he didn't exactly care what anyone else said or thought about him. He was always the shoot first, ask questions never type - whatever brought him whatever it was he wanted at the time. But even still, as he worked on getting a fire started for the night, he did find it difficult to take his eyes from you; you were the most fucking handsome guy he had ever seen in all his years, and at night, it seemed like the stars became trapped in your eyes.

"C'mon, cowboy," he said suddenly. "Sit down an' eat somethin'."

Maximus

sweetheart, angel, pumpkin, tiger, teddy bear

Maximus grinned as he sat down beside you, thankful to have some spare time just for the two of you; a little bit giddy, he handed you the glass bottle of Nuka Cherry. Outside, the weather was hot and almost sweltering, but amongst the wooden walls of the abandoned shack, it wasn’t so bad.

"I managed to find the last one," he told you, nearly laughing. "What'd you think, angel?"

[gobald]

I CAN'T UNSEE IT

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 31 -- Edward Deegan

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 31 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Aphrodisiacs with Edward Deegan x g/n!Sole

Lordy lordy, how I was SO excited to write for this man. And hopefully this doesn't disappoint!

Sorry it took so long to get out as well, some life stuff came up this past week that held me up, but it's out now! 😁

I hope you all enjoy immensely lol 😏

Also, thank you to everyone who indulged me this October! Your support (especially with some of these lesser-known characters) was absolutely amazing! ❤️ I'm going to be taking somewhat of a lil break for the next couple weeks to post everything on AO3 and recover lol, but after that, I'll post an update and see about opening up requests for the first time in... Jesus, a VERY long time. I'll talk to y'all then!!!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Aphrodisiacs, masturbation, fantasies, voyeurism-ish, attempted confessions, actual confessions, kissing, touching, hand jobs, affection, sweetness, cuddling.

Words: 4.6k

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The door burst open with a crash, almost rattling off its hinges in his haste, in his salacious wrath and desperation. Edward closed it just as aggressively, feeling the surface of his skin itch, feeling his breath pull in with heavy, heady gulps that had his chest straining at the seams. Sweat poured from him, in a way the ghoul didn’t even know it could, with his ruined skin. 

Is it happening? Is it… working?

He hoped so. 

After the hell he just went through? The embarrassment of the overwhelming heat that was encasing him, the labor of his breaths, the haze in his expression. Normally, he’s cool as can be, smooth, stoic, even, but he was gasping, shaking, and more so than that, he was tenting out the front of his cargo pants to the point of blunt obviousness. 

The symptoms don’t matter. He told himself, as the memory of Sole's baffled expression flashed in his foggy mind. As long as it works, none of it matters at all. 

They’ll see him, for the first time, he hoped, Sole would see what he was before he was… this. 

Edward didn’t like to wave his own flag too vigorously, no, he wasn’t a vain man, but he had been… maybe handsome was too strong a word, but he hadn’t been this, that’s for certain. Jack had reminded him time and time again, that he had been more attractive back before his ghoulification, but now he was more intimidating. It made his job of protecting the family and occasionally threatening people a bit easier, they both agreed on that account. 

When it came to Sole though… he wasn't sure he wanted to be intimidating. 

He didn’t know what he was doing, trying to get wrapped up with a pre-war widow(er) like them, but logic had nothing to do with this shit. Before them, he hadn’t cared, hadn’t minded the way he looked, hadn’t minded his solitude, his loyalty to this family and lack of contact with anyone outside of it. Edward had always promised not to dabble in Jack’s serums, no matter what outcomes they promised, but when it came to Sole, when it came to being… acceptable by their standards, he’d thought this was a good idea, thought it could make him… well, desirable was another strong word for him to use, but he at least hoped they could see him as something more than Jack Cabot’s bodyguard. 

Edward growled as he tugged his hat from his head, throwing it to the worn, wooden floor below. His room was dark, musty, and consisted of nothing more than a weapon’s trunk, a dresser and a single bed on the far side of the little room. He cast bits of armor and clothing over the whole of the floor as he moved towards that shoddy mattress, hearing it squeak and protest as he laid back on it and tugged at the stiff fabric of his cargo pants. His underwear followed shortly after, both being kicked to the base of the bed as he spread himself out on it. 

He felt he could crawl out of his own skin, hell maybe he wanted that. Maybe the transformation was happening now, but… goddamn, why was he so hard? Why was his mind so... stuck?

It’s true, he was usually thinking of Sole these days, but never this… disrespectfully. That curious expression of theirs as he excused himself from their and Jack’s meeting, the way their eyes had followed him out, the concern he saw there, right at the end. Oh, but how he craved their attention, even when it worried for him. 

He imagined the sort of expressions they’d make if he had his hands on them now, if he could’ve stayed, thrown Jack out of the dining room instead of leaving himself. He could take them over the table, lying down the dining mats to keep the wood from harshly bruising their soft skin as his hands moved over their body, as he laid overtop them, pressing them into the oaken hardness until they were arching against it, setting his mouth on them, his lack of lips, his hot tongue, hearing them gasp, feeling them grow needy beneath his worshipful touch. 

Edward’s breaths left him in pants now, very nearly moans as he found his dry, rough hand moving over his rigid, drooling cock. 

What the hell?

He hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed ahold of himself, he’d been so wrapped up in his fantasy. Already, the sensitive skin around his shaft burned with the ungentle friction of his hand, but… he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how he tried to use logic, tried to think about the pain his thrusting palm was causing him, it was even more painful to consider pulling away, to leave himself stiff and wanting. 

It was impossible, too, not to think of Sole. As much as it made him feel dirty, it made his teeth grit and his chest ache, there was nothing else in Edward’s head. No thoughts beyond them. He had no past, no present, no Cabot issues, no frustrations beyond the need to be near to Sole, the want to feel them in his arms, the gripping, dizzying necessity of feeling their warmth all around him, caressing, encasing his cock. 

It was shallow, it was rude, it was creepy, but fuck… it felt too good. 

He kept imaging it, in details like brushstrokes of a world-famous masterpiece, he saw the light in their eyes, the way their hair spread like a crown around their head, splendid and mussed from his attentions, the glisten of their spit on their lips, of his spit mingling there from their recent kisses, that vein bulging in their neck from the strain of holding back, from the greatness of the pleasure he brought them. 

“Sole, holy shit…” Edward rasped through gritted teeth, hearing the slap of skin as his hand moved rapidly over his erection, hitting the base of him with such force it had him flinching and bucking into his touch in the same movement. 

“Wish you were here.” He growled out, his voice a dry husk, breathless and scratchy. 

If they were here though, is this really what they’d want to be seeing? Want to be doing... with him?

Probably not. Edward’s mind tried to reason. Still though, shit doesn’t stop me from wanting it. Needing it. 

What the hell was in that serum? 

 The ghoul felt his cock might burst into flames with the increasing friction of his hand. He felt the foreskin catching at his textured palms, his calloused fingers, he felt pre-cum drooling down steadily, slicking what little it could as his hand tugged and bullied himself until tears sprung to the corners of his pale, bloodshot eyes. 

Sweat poured in rivers down the grooves of his flesh, unchanged, unsmoothed and still just as ghoulish as it’d been yesterday and a hundred years before that. 

If it doesn’t heal me… what will this serum do?

It was all his mind could afford to think. In short sentences, simple collections of words, as the bulk of his focus remained on Sole. Their face in the throes of pleasure, the imagined feel of them all around him. Their sweet scent, gritty but old-fashioned, somewhere between the adventures of the Commonwealth and home. The way their nails would scrape at his skin, the way they’d breathe his name, the way they’d seek him out, their eyes, their lips, their affections, all for him... In this ideal, fictional headspace of his. 

Still though, Edward's imagination had his body frantically catching up, growing closer and closer to his release as he painted the image in his mind of what they’d look like in the midst of their own climactic end, brought about by his hand. The way they’d cry his name, grip tightly to his cock, pull him further into their desperate grasp as they shuddered below his frame– it was so real, his imagining of it all, that Edward went tumbling over the edge right along with them. 

The ghoul couldn’t help the gasps leaving him, the moans that he begged the drywall not to allow to pass through, just in case Sole’s meeting was over now, in case Jack came to check on him, in case the house was silent, but for him. It was no use pleading with the house though, not when his voice was so stubborn. 

Not when his imagination decided to materialize something beyond his comprehension– beyond his wildest fears. 

“Shit… Ed– I’m sorry, I should-- yeah, I'll just...”

Sole’s voice was so quiet, like it was entering his ears from another dimension; distant, like melodies from a neighbor’s radio across the street. 

He almost didn’t react to their presence at all. 

Almost. 

No true words left the ghoul, then, as he frantically pulled the scratchy blanket over his lap on the mattress. It did little to cover the way his erection still stood, stiff and stubborn, tenting the fabric as he moved to conceal it and as much else of him as he possibly could in such haste. 

Edward allowed himself one clear of his throat, before he began apologizing, explaining his actions away, pleading their forgiveness, questioning if they saw anything– all at once in a strange amalgamation of nonsense that even he scratched his head at. 

“S-sorry. Not– This isn’t– You should probably– Ah, shit, Sole…” He ended with a defeated shake of his head, feeling embarrassment of two separate types heating his ears and cheeks with each passing moment they spent looking over at him. First, was the shame of this person that he loved and admired seeing him utterly debased and wretched in his dark little room, with their name on his tongue as he did it. Second… Well, the shame that he’d tried to change himself for them, without even knowing if they were interested at all, that he’d been so desperate as to do this to himself, rather than simply be honest with them. 

Two hundred years of protecting an ancient, powerful family from all manners of incomprehensible harm, and he was still a coward. Afraid of his own feelings, afraid of rejection, afraid of his own damn skin. 

“Are you…” Their gentle voice snapped him out of his mental anguish, “I just wanted to come and check on you. After you ran out on the meeting, well… It looked like you were gonna be sick or something. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

Edward gulped, audibly and visually, and felt another wave of heat threaten to consume him, his cock jerking angrily below the blanket as a chill ran up his spine. 

Knock it off. His command to his body became more of a plea as he felt the serum bubbling up in his veins once again. 

“Wish you hadn’t seen this, Sole.” 

They didn’t leave, didn’t cringe or cry out or laugh at him, not when they first saw him, and not now. No, instead, Sole reached around and closed the door with a click behind them as they stepped into the dim little room, and made their way to sit on the far edge of his bed. 

“Are you alright?” Their bright eyes stayed locked to his, “What happened, Edward?”

His name on their lips was like a firebrand to his heart, setting it aglow with new, resounding affection that made his fingers twitch and his teeth grit together. 

“The serum…” He managed out, “Thought I could take some. See what happens, see if…” 

Edward’s own gasp interrupted him, as his body carried on with its basal needs without his consent. His fists clenched until his knuckles ached, until he felt the blood flow from his wrists halt in its tracks. 

“That’s what did this to you?” Sole blinked at him, their eyes remaining respectfully on his face as his body reacted to their voice, their proximity, the continuing effects of that damned serum.  Still though, even with all their unflappable respect for him, Edward could see they way their fingers fidgeted, the way their face seemed to heat, the way they so stubbornly made sure to keep their gaze on his face, and as far from his lap as they could without being overtly obvious.

"Jack said that he was experimenting a bit with the serums, but this is... Well..."

Sole cleared their throat as Edward mentally kicked himself.

Should've checked with the boss before trying this shit out on myself.

Idiot.

They must've seen the way he chastised himself within, for in the next moment, Sole scooted themself closer, and put a hand on his covered knee.

"I don't know if it's any of my business, really, but... Why did you take it?"

None of their business..? Edward could've laughed aloud at that. If only they knew.

"Thought it could help." He said vaguely, his voice still strained, his breath still more rapid than it had any right to be.

The place where their hand laid over his knee, even with the bed sheet keeping their skin from his, zapped life-giving defibrillations all throughout his body. It charged the blood in his veins, collected in pockets of heat in his chest, the base of his spine, the back of his head, between his legs, imprisoning the words in his head that he fought to pull out through his mouth. He wanted to tell them the truth, felt he needed to now, that they deserved to hear it, but his body demanded more. It wanted to act on his debased musings and pull Sole into his arms right now, to set his hungry mouth upon them, to tell them, not with his voice, but with the grip of his hands, the aching need of his heavy breaths, to show them, in favor of messily prying the words from his throat.

Can't do that. His true self told his body firmly, as many times as it could, to keep his hands in place on the mattress, to keep his eyes on the wall, rather than sweeping over their vault-suit clad body.

If I give myself an inch, I may not be able to stop.

That terrified him more than any other effect the serum could have on him. It scared him and made his mind and body tremble like the thought of becoming feral.

"Help what?" Sole prompted with a gentle whisper, and he could taste their breath as it washed over him. Jack's dessert coffee. Chocolate bon bons. Those sweet, frozen cherries the family has managed to keep all these years.

Edward's mouth watered.

"Edward?"

He must've been silent longer than he realized, but finally, the ghoul was able to blink, to take in a breath and hold it there, rather than panting it back out straightaway like a dog.

Maybe it's wearing off?

He could only hope.

Yet... The persisting aching firmness of his cock, the sweat collecting at the base of his back and along his chest, under his arms, it all told a different story.

"Sorry," He all but choked out the word. "I... It was for you."

Forcibly, he took the chance and set his gaze upon their face, trying to keep his body under his firm control as he took in their reaction.

"M-me? How... Why?"

Why? He let out a dry chuckle. That's a dangerous question to ask if you want to be out of here before dawn.

"Wanted to be better. Wanted to change so you could... So we..." A forceful shudder ran through his body, stilling his tongue, forcing his muscles to clench until they knotted, making his hips buck up off of the mattress until Sole was forced to pull their hand away.

"Shit--" His voice was back to a growl: low, intense, and charged with carnal desire he only dreamed he could keep at bay. "Have to leave, Sole. It's coming back."

"W-what is?" They stayed firmly, infuriatingly, next to him on the bed, their voice concerned, but also... something else.

"Edward," He felt his cock pulse and drool below the sheet at the way his name left them. "Tell me how to help you. I want to help."

"No." The ghoul shook his head, even as it fell backwards, slamming into the wall behind him as his body writhed and demanded attention.

"Please."

Fuck. He thought, his head still shaking in denial. Don't say that.

"It hurts me to see you like this. Especially if I had something to do with it."

Everything to do with it, more like.

"T-touch me."

It left him before Edward had a chance to reign it in, before his consciousness could plead with this serum-induced need of his and tell him to be patient, to speak to Sole, to tell them the whole truth, to take things slow, to make it last.

To his surprise though, instead of being offended, of scoffing and walking away, of looking disgusted or scared at his request, Sole, at last, let their eyes trail down his body. They even smiled as they bit their bottom lip, and moved their hands out towards him.

Without thinking, Edward leaned forward and into their touch, letting their palms press to the rough hills and valleys of his frame, letting them slide over his bare, glistening chest until one moved up to his face, and pulled him into a surprisingly lustful kiss.

Their passion rivalled his own, even, as they crawled almost on top of him, as their fingers thirsted for more area to touch, as they tilted their head and set their soft, warm lips upon his with vigor, kneading over his own marred mouth like his tongue held the key to their survival. It seemed theirs really did, in his case. His body needed them-- their touch-- like life needs water, needs air, needs sunshine, like a heart needs blood and a mind needs a thought. These feelings, the sensations they inspired, were a direct product of his being, but also the very reason he seemed to exist.

Edward finally gave permission for his own hands to set upon them in turn; though, he held back the force that the serum screamed to take them with. Stiffly, his palms caressed their waist, the jut of their hips, the small of their back, up to the base of their neck. He touched them like he was meant to cover them in it, like he was stained with paint meant to encase their entire being. Edward let himself kiss them, too, with the fervor this heat within him demanded. Let himself commit the shape of their lips and the sweet taste of them to his memory.

In case I never get the chance again.

He wasn't sure he'd blame them, if that was the case, but... at this point, there were many signs that pointed to something he hadn't considered.

Do they... Have they wanted me too? All this time?

Edward wished he could ask, but thoughts were like rising steam, and he wasn't able to grasp onto a single one and form it to words. Especially as Sole's hands travelled over him, as their lips left his and they moved their body downwards, adjusting so they could pull the sheet from overtop his bare form.

They did it slowly, their eyes asking before their voice could: 'Is this okay?'

He nodded to them, breathless, with his hands still firmly set upon their body, and they slid the scratchy blanket off him and to the unoccupied side of the mattress.

Sole barely took a pause, their eyes looking him over with just enough time for him to doubt their attraction-- no, their tolerance-- to and of his appearance. But then their hands were moving again, one sliding to the back of his neck, urging him back to their beckoning lips, while the other grazed over the head of his weeping cock, and took it in-hand.

"I've wanted this too, you know." Sole whispered into him, their hand moving slowly but firmly along the stiffness of his shaft, building that ever-growing heat in him to the point of pain.

Edward's mind was so addled, so distracted by their blinding touch, that he almost didn't hear what they'd just confessed. His eyes blinked open, his grip tightened unwittingly on their body as his expression pleaded 'tell me again.'

"You don't have to change a thing, Edward." Their thumb circled over the overly sensitive slit in his cock, and he pulled a hissing breath in between his teeth. "I want you just the way you are now."

Sole leaned in again, and he pressed forward more firmly than intended, thanking them with actions rather than the words he couldn't seem to muster in his current state. He moaned into the kiss, even, as their hand continued its relentless stroking, as it circled and tugged at his skin in a way more delectable than he ever seemed to master, than he ever thought was even possible.

But maybe that was because it was Sole's hand that was doing it.

They tried to pull away, to take in a much needed breath, and Edward couldn't help himself, couldn't pry his phantom lips away from their skin. He set them upon their cheek, down to their jaw, feeling the way their muscles clenched there in response, the way they shuddered when his rough lips journeyed to their sensitive neck.

Edward could feel everything.

He wasn't sure if it was the serum, or just the way his mind and heart clung to this contact-- to the fact that he was really here, doing this with Sole, with the man/woman of his dreams and most profound desires-- but he could feel every raise of a goosebump on their skin, feel their pulse thundering in their veins, could taste the essence of their being in their scent, on their flesh.

Their whole story: living before the war, the soap they'd used all those years ago, the cream they'd rubbed into their skin, and then their years locked away in their frozen prison, the hint of ice, of coolness they radiated from those long years, the ache of their great sadness, the strain of their muscles for undergoing that horrendous trauma. It was all there, beneath the touch of his lips, caressed by the heat of his breath. Edward cherished every bit of it, loved them for their scars, the same way they cared for him in spite of his own.

He didn't know why he didn't let himself see if before, didn't let himself believe it was true, but they really were a fine match.

Him and Sole... they understood each other. He knew their experiences better than any born and raised wastelander could, knew their struggles more intimately than the Cabot family ever could... and Sole knew of his own suffering more than any other human ever could.

Why'd I have to turn to extremes so soon? Risk fucking this up...

It was the only question-- the only thought-- he could stand to formulate as of now, as their grip squeezed over him, as their stiff fingers wrung his pleasure from his core out to the surface. Edward felt it building, felt the swell, the rhythm of his bucking hips grow fevered and desperate, and he felt their smile, even, before he glanced up to see it.

It was a focused sort of grin, their brows were drawn, their pupils blown wide and dark and wanting in a way that he thought it might just be his own reflection shining in them.

How could Sole look this way, for a man like me? A man, that isn't even--

The ghoul didn't have time to finish that thought, not as their thumb swiped over his tip again, as their other hand went down to join the first, massaging and kneading over his aching, burning, destitute hardness until he was holding back cries.

The meat of his wrist fit between clenching teeth, his forehead pressed to the hardness of Sole's collarbone as he leaned into the contact, aching and screaming for more with everything apart from his voice.

If Jack heard, or Wilhelmina...

If he hadn't been so occupied, he might've shuddered at the thought.

But this? Letting go, being vulnerable, allowing himself pleasure, a moment that was truly private between him and Sole? Anything was worth that. He'd lose his job, his room here, his name, his life, if it meant he could do this, see this, feel this again, with Sole by his side, in his arms, touching him this way.

He half wondered if he'd passed out in his bed after the last bout of pleasure, if he'd fallen asleep and the serum inspired the sweetest dream there was.

Sole's voice though, the feel of them, the way their scent and being surrounded him in every way... it couldn't be the case. It was sweeter than he believed reality could be, especially these days, but damnit, there was no doubt in his head that it was real.

"Let go, Edward."

Their voice was pleading with him, their hands pulling him along, never ceasing, as they brought him straight into that all-encompassing bliss. He couldn't hold back now, not at his climax, and Edward's head flew back, his muscles straining, his mouth falling open to release the most animalistic of sounds: a groan from the very base of him that had Sole writhing and gasping right along with him.

I made him sound like that. Their touch cried out as their hands squeezed and clenched until his essence was spilling out onto his clenching stomach, pouring down over their fingers and soiling the bedsheets below.

"Yes." Sole breathed, and he felt another shudder jolt through him, another spurt of seed from his pulsing cock. "That's it, hon. Let go for me."

Tears were collecting at the sides of Edward's eyes, his relief and euphoric release leaving him in trembles and heavy breaths.

It took a few moments, took the last of his pleasure to bleed out, and then Edward was back on earth, back in his room, back in this skin once more.

Sole pulled their touch from his over-sensitive cock, wiping their soiled hands carefully on the bedsheet before lying down beside him and resting their head on his shoulder. A cool hand smoothed its way over his body, making a home over his sweltering, still-heaving chest as Sole clung to him.

The serum hadn't quite worked, not the way Edward had intended it to, but... It really had worked though, hadn't it? Not the way he imagined, sure, but the end result was... close enough.

He didn't even realize it, not until his cheeks began to ache, but he was smiling, grinning toothily like a fool in love, as Sole rested against him, as he wound his arms around their form, holding them close, savoring every ounce of the person who accepted him, who didn't turn him away, who cared for him... as he was.

"Thank you." He rasped, sliding his hands over them as soothingly as he could manage.

Sole only hummed, a sweet, happy sound, and he felt the vibration of it throughout his body as they lay against him.

He felt at peace, then. He felt warm, he felt sated and valued and more content than he could ever recall before, and yet... A familiar sort of churning, a boiling sensation rose from deep inside him. His muscles twitched and his tired member gave a rousing pulse between his legs.

Edward could only swallow and do the ghoul equivalent of blushing, as Sole's wide eyes peeked up at him with one eyebrow quirked in question. Though, as he looked down at them-- in a coy, apologetic sort of way-- they still wore that fond, fiendish smile.

The night wasn't over just yet.

[portergage]

Trash Lord of Trash Town™️

Thank you so much @dr-vauclair-art for this absolute masterpiece ✨

[fereldanwench]

🏡 sanctuary hills → the banner household, october 2077

[came-out-of-the-coffin-desisted]

“you can howl, you can wail, you can blow what’s left of my right mind” - the kills, future starts slow

after 15+ hours, allow me to present: kitty and benny making a public spectacle of themselves at one of their MANY post-power-grab vegas block parties (people ABSOLUTELY die at the block parties. it’s honestly kind of a mosh pit situation at some of them, but details schmetails, they’re swingin’!)

(if you wanna see a full thing of progress pics they’re under the readmore mwah)

[callmewisteria]

the more i think about the institute in fallout 4, and the FEV experiments, the more convinced i am that the institute scientists who started the programme just played way too much resident evil as kids, and thought they could do what william and annette birkin couldn't in re2 with the g virus

[wetsocksinbed]

HELP I WAS TALKING TO MY COWORKER ABOUT PLAYING FALLOUT 4 AND I MENTIONED I DIDNT WANT TO ROMANCE HANCOCK AS NATE, ONLY AS NORA, AND NOW HE THINKS IM HOMOPHOBIC BUT I JUST MEANT I WANTED TO ROMANCE PRESTON WITH NATE. IM LITERALLY GAY IRL I JUST DIDNT EXPLAIN MYSELF PROPERLY 😭😭😭

[gifsofhubris-a]

Woe Nick upon ye

[kharonion]

Does John have an ass? Esper is an ass gal if I remember correctly but I can never find Johnny's booty D:

Unfortunately, in game, it doesn't exist. A goddang travesty. 😔

However, I firmly believe that he has a decent amount of lean muscle, as opposed to being just... a flat rectangle. I mean, the man has some of the highest agility in the game, and he just suplexes raiders like it's no biggie.

Of course, his booty is no exception to that headcanon.

It may not be Charon level of ass, but it's enough for Esper to appreciate.

[mintsalsa]

relationship hcs — danse

a/n: yes fo4 in the lords year of 2023 bc i clearly havent gotten over this man in 8 years! 😀

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

danse is an incredibly layered character - it would take him particularly long to develop feelings for someone and even longer for him to actually realize he's falling in love

even when he can't help but finally acknowledge the strange feeling in his chest everytime he's around you, he would most likely still play it off

because he's so inexperienced with relationships, even friendships, he believes he's simply grateful to you for sparing his life

it's tough for him to express this gratitude with words early on, but even then he always has this burning desire to simply do things for you?

whether that's improving or polishing your weapons while you're asleep or organizing your desk when you're gone

all he knows is that he wants to be close to you, to protect you, to serve you - after all, you were the one that gave his life purpose after he left the brotherhood

it's only when one of your mutual friends starts teasing him about it that he questions his feelings further - and it's like a switch flips in his brain

all of a sudden he can't look you in the eyes anymore

he gets so flustered and overwhelmed by these new emotions, convinced it must be inappropriate for him to be feeling this way

when you stand a little too close to him his brain short-circuits, his breathing becomes unsteady and all he can think about is how much he wants you even closer to him

he does awkward pauses and clears his throat a lot when you're talking

obviously, he's terrified of losing you - or worse, scaring you away - so he wouldn't ever be the one to make a move, no matter how much the emotions in his stomach threaten to boil over

so when you finally pick up on it - it's actually not that difficult, he's kind of obvious - he'd be so, so relieved at you taking the lead

when your feelings are out in the open and he grows used to the change in relationship, there's a lot of inconspicuous flirting and delicate teasing

he finds out that he really, really likes kissing you (it's even better in reality than what he dreamed it would be)

whenever your lips find his and your hands his chin and neck, his heart feels like it's melting in his chest

even though his hands are rough, all his touches are so, so soft, so loving - a stark contrast to the image of the soldier he used to be

he handles you like a piece of fine china, afraid you could break and leave him behind all by himself

danse finds purpose and joy in your happiness, your love - emotions he was scared would stay forever lost

★ ! nsfw

ngl i headcanon danse as demisexual with medium to low drive to be physically intimate

he's not familiar with intimacy, and only after he falls head over heels and has his first experiences with you does he realize how rewarding it can be

his focus lies on your pleasure first and foremost, always, he's absolutely more on the giving end

he loves watching your face while his fingers play with you, he loves hearing you, feeling your body shift in his lap

he's so mesmerized by everything about you that his heart threatens to burst out of his chest every time he hears your soft moans

really, there's little in the world that gives danse the same satisfaction as making you cum

not much dirty talk, he prefers to whisper soft praises down the side of your neck every once in a while

despite everything he can be somewhat of a tease sometimes - the only time he'll enjoy having any kind of power over you

always takes such good care of you after and holds you in his arms while you drift off to sleep

© 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳

[slocum-dodson]

I think I was wrong about Kiera. After traveling with her, she has proven herself to be a capable young woman. Despite me giving her only a knife, she has slaughtered countless foes.

So, I have decided to give her a Minuteman Jumpsuit and a proper flag bandana. In addition, I have decided to adopt her as my daughter. My army of sons now have a sister.

Besides, just look at her busting this nerd's balls. Just completely unhinged, friends.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 8 -- John Hancock

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 8 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Sensory Deprivation with Hancock x g/n! Sole

Oh, Hancock... he's such a delight to write for, especially in this context. I thought it might be fun to explore him at the receiving end of this sort of explicit attention, and I was not wrong. It really was fun 😅

I hope you enjoy it as well!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Sensory Deprivation, orgasm delay/denial, blindfolds, gags, restraints, light bondage, begging, praise, sub!Hancock, come swallowing, fellatio, hand jobs, teasing, edging, aftercare, pillow talk.

3k words.

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Another butterfly soft kiss landed beside the last at the base of Hancock’s neck, and he shivered. He couldn’t see a thing, the room was silent and his hands and feet were tied with smooth, silk ribbons. He didn’t have a clue how close Sole was, where their body lay in relation to his, but their presence was palpable. 

They were good, too. Hancock liked to pride himself on his own experience with this kinda thing, though he’s usually the one on the offending side when it comes to the ropes and the blindfolds, and the teasing, of course. There wasn’t much on this ruined earth that he liked more than to hear Sole’s begging and pleading for him to touch them all the more. To kiss them. To relieve them in the best of ways. Only thing he liked more than that, was seeing the way they came undone before him, completely unhindered by their own usual self-consciousness. He supposed it was only fair that they’d get a turn seeing him the same way… though, he doubted the sight was half as lovely. 

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt their mischievous fingers trail teasingly over his bare stomach, the muscles flexing below their delicate, maddening touch. Next, their lips found their way to his chest, littering his firmness with open-mouthed kisses that made him shudder. An involuntary moan escaped him as their hot mouth made contact with the sensitive peak of his nipple. 

He had no clue how long they’d been teasing him this way, touching so lightly, and never quite where he needed them to, leaving him clothed in his briefs below the waist, the rub of the tight fabric driving his mind to cloud over with the need for relief. 

“Shit, Sole.” He grit his teeth as they continued kissing over the most sensitive part of his chest, their devilish tongue circling over the hardening bud until it became almost painful. 

“Hmm.” They hummed over him, the vibration sending a shiver up his spine before they removed their lips from his skin. Hancock’s head fell back on the pillow, brows furrowing the fabric of the blindfold as he awaited his next blissful form of torture. 

At the sound of the bed creaking and the feel of movement shifting his tied-down body, he found himself holding his breath in anticipation. 

To his surprise, their soft lips suddenly met his, tongue slipping to mingle with his welcomely until they pulled away, his head following them as far as it could before plopping back onto the pillow again. He expected more attention to his neck or chest, more infuriating contact with the sensitive skin there instead of where he really needed them. Yet, their fingers trailed down his ribcage on one side, the light touch causing him to flinch at the tickling sensation of it. 

A moment passed as they pulled away, and their hands were on his ankle, their fingers pulling at the fastenings there until they came loose. They touched the bottom of his foot then, tickling, and causing him to jerk almost violently, to their chagrin, he realized, as he heard them chuckle softly at him. 

He couldn’t imagine how that must’ve looked from their perspective, his long limb flying up into the air while the rest of him was restrained to the old mattress, his hands clenching, mouth open like dying fish as he floundered on the bed beneath their playfully infuriating touch. 

Damn them. 

His other ankle was next, and he found himself withstanding their next tickle without complaint. Releasing his ankles had to mean they were making their way to his center, where he needed them so badly that he hurt. 

Just hurry for me, baby. 

Hancock's stomach gave a jump as he felt their fingers trail over the waistband of his underwear, and he heard them chuckle again. 

Bastard knows exactly where I need them. They know what they’re doing. 

Of course they did, and how many times had he done this very thing to them? Hancock knew he deserved this, knew they enjoyed the role reversal for the night, but dammit… He was gonna make them pay next time ‘round. 

They’ll be begging for me so sweetly next time they’re tied down. I’ll make them scre–

Another involuntary noise gargled out of Hancock’s throat as their tongue dragged along his stomach, the hot muscle trailing wetness right under his navel, before descending lower, lower—

And then passing the bulge beneath it in favor of the inside of his thighs. Hancock took full advantage of the fact his legs weren’t tied down and planted his feet on the mattress, bucking his hips to try for any type of contact he could get. 

All this tender touching, their breaths over his skin, the feel of their hot lips, their wet tongue, the light touch of their fingertips, all of it made him feel fit to burst. 

They tutted to him, their hands coming down hard to pin his thighs to the bed as he let out a groan of frustration. 

“Ah, ah, Mr. Mayor.” They said in their sickeningly sweet voice, “I don’t want to hear any complaining. Your pretty moans, I’ll take, and your begging. You keep growling and groaning like that though, an’ I’ll put the gag back.” 

Hancock growled at that, and felt their hand come down onto his thigh with a light smack. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, holding back a chuckle. He sucked in his breath quickly as their hand finally, finally, grazed over the bulge in his briefs, but it was so goddamn light, the touch only made him more frustrated. 

He bit his tongue to hold back the sounds of his utter dissatisfaction, his bucking hips making it obvious what he thought of that little trick of theirs. He didn’t need to see a thing to know they were smiling like a meddlesome cat at his physical reaction. 

Fuck them. 

Another moment, and the pressure over his hips moved lower, his underwear finally dragging down his thighs and allowing his hardened length the freedom he so desired. 

He let out a welcoming sigh at the feel of the tight, suffocating fabric being pulled away, down until Sole tugged it off completely. His erection sprang up to his stomach, the tip leaving a spot of wetness at his navel as it strained against the cool, evening air. 

“Ahh, fuck, Sunshine.” His voice nearly shook with relief, even as a new kind of pressure built on the foundation of his contentment. 

“Atta boy.” They said, voice silky and dangerous as fine wine laced with poison, “That’s what I like to hear.” 

He heard the fabric of his briefs drop from their hand to the floor, then their hands were on his ankles again, tying them both back to the bedpost, the silk tight, but soft against his marred skin. He felt everything as they crawled onto the bed between his spread legs. Their hands burned holes into his thighs, their breath stirred the coals in his stomach as it fanned over his skin, fanning the flames of his growing desire to flourishing life.

“Now…” They whispered, “I want to hear you beg.” 

Hancock thought on that for a moment. 

What do I want out of this night? Can I stand more teasing? Should I revolt, make things a lil more interesting? Could I even stand to do so? 

His smile gleamed in the moonlight as it streamed through the windows, and though he couldn’t see it, Sole’s eyes narrowed. 

“Why don’t you make me?” He said lowly, wondering if he’d regret it, but utterly unable to resist his rebellious nature. 

“With pleasure.” Sole murmured, and their hands left his thighs, their breath left his stomach, where it had been so close to his straining hardness. 

Did I make the right choice? 

The bed shifted again, and he couldn’t quite tell if they’d left it completely or not. 

“But for now,” Their voice sounded beside his ear, and Hancock nearly flinched, “ I think you’ve lost your talking privileges.”

“Wha–?” He tried, but the rubber ball gag from earlier in the evening was suddenly shoved between his teeth, the strap tightening against his cheeks and making his jaw instantly ache from the strain. 

He groaned, and the sound was soon rewarded by another smack to his thigh. 

Sole pressed on, crawling teasingly back between his legs, only to run their hands all the way up his body, back to his chest, ignoring everything below his stomach, even as their own rubbed teasingly against him every few moments, causing his hips to buck and beg in a way his mouth could only dream of. 

Fuck me. Why’d I have to play dirty like that? 

But it was never so easy with him, just like with his own infuriatingly pleasurable endeavors, Hancock liked to make sure they earned his begging, the same way he had to earn theirs. 

If they keep on like this, they just might. 

Sole’s fingers continued their ministrations, the light stroking of their fingertips turning to the pleasurable sting of their nails as they dragged them down his abdomen. 

“Make more sounds for me, baby.” They whispered, touching their lips to his stomach before grazing their teeth over the flesh there. “Beg me that way first.” 

They bit down, and Hancock let out a low shout behind the rubber of the gag. 

“That’s it. That’s more like it.” 

Their hands went to each of his nipples, their fingertips swirling over the hardened nubs teasingly, painfully. 

“Again.” Sole growled, and pinched their fingers together. 

Hancock cursed through the gag as his back arched to try and get away from the painful sensation. 

“Good boy.” They said lowly, and Hancock’s hips bucked unwittingly at the praise, cock straining at the sound and releasing another bead of wetness onto his stomach. 

They tutted at him, shifting back on the bed and dragging their fingers down his body as they went. 

“Oh? Now that’s interesting.” They paused at his sides, fingertips tickling at his prominent rib cage and Hancock flinched away from the feeling, borderline overwhelmed with the sensations streaming through his body. 

“Had no idea you craved praise that way, baby.” 

Yes you fucking did. 

If he hadn’t been gagged, there was no doubt his teeth would be gritting to the point of pain. 

“Just look at the mess you’ve made.” 

I can’t. 

“Oh, right.” Sole’s fingers grazed over his stomach, lightly brushing the tip of his cock as they dragged through the wetness on his skin. “I’ll just have to show you, then.” 

With that, their hands pulled away and the bed shifted once again. 

Please, Sunshine. His mind begged, his mouth thankfully unable to echo the words. You’ve had your fun. Quit playin’ with me. Just fucking touch me already.

Slowly, maddeningly, their fingers brushed against the shaft of his erection, not stimulating him whatsoever, but merely pulling him out of the way, their hot tongue dipping to the tender skin below, lapping lewdly at the wetness there. 

His cock jumped against their hand. 

They moaned at the taste of him, the sound traveling to his ruined ears and straight back down to his hardened length that strained into their too-light touch, begging for more. He felt his muscles twitch with each brush of their tongue against him, his mind cursing the blindfold barring this glorious sight. 

Goddamn, Sole was something else. The way they delighted in him, indulging in his sinful sounds, his musky taste, the roughness of his skin, like he was some pre-war chocolate delicacy, drinking in his every action, his every moan like he was a fine vintage, savoring everything before hungirly drinking it down like a starved traveler. 

They were fucking perfect. 

In the next moment, their hand released his length, allowing it to bounce back to its place over his stomach, shaking with his heavy breaths. He heard a wet noise, ears straining to identify it amidst the fog clouding his mind. 

Hancock’s breath left him with a throaty groan as Sole’s hand grasped at him firmly, his stomach tensing like he’d been punched as they began to stroke their palm over his hardness. The wet noise must have been the sound of their tongue running over their palm, as they used it to smooth their contact over him, that, and the excess of pre-cum still draining from his dark tip. 

Their thumb dragged over his slit, and Hancock whined at the feel, hips bucking as wildly as they could beneath the silken restraints over his limbs. 

“Mm, I like the sound of that, baby.” 

They did it again, and Hancock felt tears spring to his eyes beneath the blindfold, the pressure in his stomach building and building, threatening to spill over with the next stroke of their hand, his cock aching to relieve the pressure that had been there for what seemed like days. 

Their hand stilled and a choking noise escaped his throat. 

“Once more for me, love.” 

He made a sound akin to a sob as their hand released his cock, the next of their touches landing on the fastenings of his gag as they leaned over him. 

“Use your words.” Sole whispered, and placed a kiss to his sore lips that he barely managed to return before they were pulling away again, their hands falling to his sides as their lips trailed kisses agonizingly slowly down his stomach. 

Just fucking get on with it, Sunshine. 

His mind begged, but luckily, the words stuck in his throat. That would’ve meant the opposite of progress, surely. 

No, now he’d behave. Dammit, but he had to. He couldn’t take much more of this. 

“Please.” Hancock croaked at last, “Please, Sole.” 

He couldn’t really see it, but he could see the shit-eating grin on their face at the sound of his raw voice pleading with them so sweetly. 

“Please…?” They took him in their hand again, their palm cool against the heat of his raging erection, the skin frustratingly smooth and still against him. 

“Please, fuck, love, please let me cum for you.” He felt his face heat with shame at the words leaving him, his instincts screaming to be defiant, but his body relishing in his reward as Sole stroked him with a pleased hum. 

“That’s it.” They breathed against him, the wind of their breath catching at the wetness encasing his cock, “Good boy.” 

Fuck them, fuck this, goddamn it. Gonna make them pay. Next time, gonna make them beg, gonna make them plead and sob, and–

Their tongue met the head of his cock, and Hancock nearly shouted at the sensation, the sound coming out as a whine as they began to lick tantalizing circles over his dark, swollen tip. Their hand pumped in time with each of their kitten licks, the fire deep in Hancock’s stomach growing so close to the point of spilling over. 

“Fuck, please.” He whimpered between labored breaths, his muscles straining, hips bucking, cock twitching at the feel of them against him as they increased their speed, lips grinning against him before they dipped their tongue into his slit, and Hancock finally was allowed to release. 

He groaned, low and deep at the overwhelming feel of pleasure as the heat built to a crescendo of blissful feelings and utter relief, the evidence of which spraying over his stomach as Sole’s hand continued pumping over his length, their palm milking him of all he had as his body shook on the mattress. 

They kept going until well after he was empty. His groans of pleasure gave way to whimpers of oversensitivity, his thrusting hips driving into the feeling of their hand relented, bucking away as he tried to rid himself of their overwhelming touch. 

They gave one last hard squeeze as they ran their hand from base to tip, wringing every last drop from him, before releasing his softened length, letting it plop down onto his white-stained stomach. 

Hancock’s torso shook with his heaving breaths, his throat sore, and limbs tingling as he felt Sole clamber over his body until one hand could tug away at his blindfold. 

The ghoul blinked away the fogginess, his dark eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light as Sole’s face swam into focus. He was exhausted, worn and sweaty from their tryst, but Sole was fucking angelic.

A light sheen of sweat touched their almost-bare skin, a flushed color blossomed over their cheeks, their pupils were blown wide with desire, lips glistening with slick, hair mussed ever so slightly, and God, he wanted to touch them, but his hands were still restrained. 

“Baby, I–” 

“Shh.” They touched a finger to his meager lips, eyes locking to his as they slunk back down between his legs. 

Hancock’s breath rattled in his chest as their mouth went to his stomach, their tongue darting out to lap languidly at the product of his pleasure. His throat let out an involuntary sound at the tantalizing sight of his partner cleaning him so… erotically. Worn out as his cock was, he felt it give a weak pulse at the sight of their lewd attentions. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.” He couldn’t pull his dark gaze from theirs, their bright, half-lidded eyes staring back at him as they worked. “The hell I do to deserve you, huh?”

Sole didn’t stop until he was clean, their tongue even dragging lightly over his softened cock as they grinned sinfully up at him. Hancock shuddered, eyes rolling back as he let his head fall onto the soft pillow behind him. 

Sole’s hands went to his ankles then, releasing him from the ties, before they clambered forward to do the same with his sore wrists. 

Hancock rubbed at the skin as Sole settled beside him, their head falling next to his as they laid on their side. He craned his neck to face them, body following suit as he reached an arm out to pull their lips to meet his in a long, tender kiss, reveling in the taste of himself on them. There wasn’t much Hancock liked about himself, but he couldn’t remember tasting anything so sweet as this. 

And only cuz it’s mixed with Sole. His mind told him, and he grinned into the kiss, pulling them closer before allowing them to pull away. 

“Did you have fun?” Sole asked him, their voice returning to its usual pitch, rather than the sensual throaty quality it’d had during their tryst. 

“Oh yeah, Sunshine. You’re a natural.” He pecked their nose happily, his body buzzing with the after effects of their thunderous pleasing. 

“You like it?” He followed up, stretching his arm out over the pillows to invite Sole to scooch closer to him. They obliged, one hand reaching down to grab at the thin sheet still clinging to the bed to pull it over their tired bodies. 

They nodded to him after, eyes falling closed as they settled against his side. 

“More than liked. Loved it. Afraid I may have to do that more often.” 

They were murmuring now, fatigue washing over them in the same such way Hancock felt his own causing his limbs to melt into the mattress. 

Still though, he chuckled at their words as his eyes fell shut. 

“Sounds good to me, baby.”

[raventroll80]

I’ve recently found out that a never ending double barrel is possible in Fallout 4….