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stoat-party · 2 months

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Data from Vault 95 confirms that The Chair is not a magical-fix-all-your-problems machine — at the very least, it can’t cure the psychological side of chem dependency. It’s not stated in Cait’s quest because of fo4’s aversion to loose ends, but her story definitely isn’t over. (She references this if you do drugs in front of her afterwards.)

I think the next step for Cait is going to have to be expanding her circle of trust past The Player Character (All Hail). The Sole Survivor is wonderful and their relationship is lovely, but they have a lot on their plate, what with being responsible for every political and personal issue in all of Boston.

But… the team has a former addict on it! It’s Deacon! (Unless he was lying. Honestly it’s 50-50. We’ll assume for now that he wasn’t.) We also know that Hancock is really supportive about addiction! I really like the thought that he stops doing/talking about drugs around Cait (or Mama Murphy)(or the kids for that matter). Preston and Piper aren’t bad about it either. Other companions… well, we don’t see how they handle it past the intervention stage. I’m sure they try.

If I knew more about addiction, I’d write about how Cait handles it all. But I definitely do want to write more about the companions supporting each other, because the game’s limitations leave a lot of room to explore that.

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batz · 1 month

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commission for my friend of his fallout 4 sole survivor oc davis and hancock . this took one billion centuries bc idk how to draw hancock</3

#frank art #fallout 4 #hancock fo4 #hate how hancocks stupid hat turned out. tricorn hat my number one enemy #ask to tag #drugs m #kinda? idk you can see Drug Paraphernalia (scary) so tagging just in case fgdfgdf #id tag my friend but he doesnt have tumblr anymore . id say bc hes normal now but hhe isn't </3 rip....#his fallout oc davis so cute and fun to draw tho

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howcomethatthisishappening · 2 years

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Remember how Coby was sent to capture Hancock?

I love the idea of them just sitting drinking tea and talking about Luffy while just generally getting along

#one piece #boa hancock #coby one piece #they would just immediately be vibing #i don’t think this is what happened #but let me just have this for a while #one piece brain rot #withdrawals are hitting strong #i’m talking about one piece withdrawals #not drugs #don’t do drugs

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x688plsloveme · 2 years

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Wumptober? Can I make a request with the prompt of a secret injury with SS+Hancock? Maybe something where SS figured telling him wouldn't change anything, but he notices after the fight?

Considering that I didn't do this one last year, I figured I'd make it up to you this whumptober (pls forgive me </3)

Sole and Hancock were sent on what was supposed to be a routine clean-up for some random settlement that was getting attacked every other day by the raiders there. Unfortunately, intel in the wasteland is half-baked at best, and when they arrived, they quickly realized that there were many, many more raiders than what they were told. The bullets started flying pretty quickly after.

The warehouse turned into a game of cat and mouse with Sole and Hancock as the unwilling prey. They split up at some point during the initial confusion thanks to a grenade-happy raider, but even with the numbers at their disadvantage, they still sported vastly better guns and armor, so they both weren't as worried as they probably should've been.

They weaved through crates and shelves, shooting at opportune moments and sticking low to the ground. Raiders tended to spend most of their time high on hard chems, so they were brasher during combat, which made them laughably easy to hit when they all too often made poor decisions.

Sole was even starting to feel relieved that this group seemed dumber than most - them attacking a Minuteman settlement was proof enough of that. It was because of this momentary laxness that they didn't hear one of them sneaking up behind her.

He lunged, yelling and laughing soon enough that Sole was able to turn around before he bashed their skull in. They weren't quick enough to dodge completely though, and the left side of their face and their shoulder caught the full force of the hit. There was a sickening crunch as some of their bones were undoubtedly broken, but they couldn't feel more than a dull ache because of all the nerve damage that they have from being frozen for so long.

So when Sole just whipped their head around as quickly as it was forced to the side, the raider stalled. Suddenly there were alarm bells ringing in his ears and he felt like running away.

Fate was rarely ever so kind, and neither was Sole. They quickly shot the poor bastard down, not giving him a second glance as they moved away from their position.

They noticed they were moving a tad sluggish - as if their body was aware of what their pain receptors were not. They muttered a curse, there were still a few raiders left, and they couldn't afford another slip-up. They forced their body to move properly even when the dull pain flared into something sharper, but still tolerable enough to aim their gun properly.

Hancock, on the other hand, was doing his best not to get injured himself. He heard the raider scream, but considering there was a gunshot shortly after, he was sure that the guy was taken care of.

Another bullet whizzed by Hancock's head and he cursed - it would've torn a hole through his ear if he still had one. As shitty as a pipe gun was, they still weren't fun to get hit with. As he fired back at the raider, he shouted over to Sole to check on their side.

"Yo! You still alive over there!?" He was only half-joking.

"Just peachy!" They replied - no strain in their voice as if they weren't in the middle of a shootout at all. It was almost too collected, but he couldn't afford to think about it as another raider replaced the one that he had just killed.

Another minute and there was only one raider left. She was right in front of Hancock - another few steps and she would be right on top of him. He struggled to reload his shotgun and cursed again when it jammed.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He frantically looked around for somewhere he could dive without getting shot. No dice.

He held his breath and pulled out his knife as the woman approached and was seconds away from doing his best to attack her when all of a sudden Sole emerged from behind a crate about 30 feet left of him. They wasted no time in taking the raider out.

Hancock was. Incredibly relieved. He shot up from his hiding spot, about to shower Sole with every compliment he could think of, but he stopped short when he caught sight of their bloodied body. The entire left side of their body was soaked in blood - it seeped into their clothes, stained their hair, and made their rifle shine a sickening color. Part of their cheek was missing, presumably back where it came off from, and their shoulder was misshapen. It looked like someone took a hammer to a grapefruit until it was mush. The worst part of it was how unbothered Sole looked about the whole thing as if their life-threatening wound was nothing more than a paper cut.

Sole winced as Hancock's face went through an amalgamation of emotions. They knew they were in trouble. Also, they were starting to feel more of the pain starting to seep in the worse the wound got.

Hancock had already thrown his gun aside and was digging in his pack as he rushed over. He held up bandages and antiseptic, but he wasn't quite sure where to start.

"The bleeding. We... need to stop the bleeding." Sole offered helpfully.

"Jesus." If he wasn't aware of their nerve damage, he would have been freaking out way more than he already was. As it was, he was already too focused on trying to not throw up.

Hancock just did as they suggested and ripped the extra clothes they were carrying and pressed the cloth to the wounds as best he could.

"Ow! Hole in face, remember?" They asked incredulously, pointing at what could almost pass as a cheek... if you were a ghoul.

Hancock huffed out a laugh that held no mirth. "You deserve it for not telling me when it happened."

Sole almost rolled their eyes. "Oh, come on. It's not like that would've changed anything. You were too far to do anything at the moment anyway."

Hancock was in disbelief and made that very clear through his expression. "Sole. I could've made my way to you and you know that."

They refused to meet his eyes. "Well. Maybe."

Hancock sighed. Getting Sole to admit they were wrong was like trying to fight the wind during a tornado - damn near impossible.

He just waited for the bleeding to slow so he could administer some stimpacks. Once he did, he forced his friend to drink something as those meds tended to use a lot of energy from the body to heal faster. He watched as the flesh at the edges knitted itself up and the sluggish bleeding turned into patchy scabs. It still wasn't nearly enough to fix Sole all the way though.

"We need to get you to a doctor."

Sole grumbled, "I don't want to."

To be fair, the doctors in post-apocalyptic America were less than stellar, and they preferred not dealing with the probable biohazard. They caved quickly though when they got stared down by Hancock.

They sighed. "Fine."

Hancock smiled and moved to help them up. The stimpacks would have made them a little unsteady at this point.

Hancock made a point of saying, "I will leave your ass here if you don't promise me to never do that again."

Sole was silent.

Hancock started to walk faster, at a pace they couldn't keep up with now that their body had gone through the five stages of grief in such a short amount of time.

"Okay, okay! I promise!" They said in a panicked voice.

He smiled smugly and allowed them to catch up. "That's what I thought."

Hancock helped support Sole as they traversed the wasteland on their way to the nearest doctor, making sure to watch them closely so they didn't overexert themselves.

They had been through more than enough trouble today.

Sole really was grateful to have such a caring friend like Hancock and would be sure to prepare something special for him as soon as they were allowed out of bed. Maybe a new hat... they didn't have the heart to tell him just how many holes had been blown in it.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #fallout 4 #fic #gore #guns #canon typical violence #it just has more details :D #hancock #sole survivor #hancock & sole survivor #im actually stupid yall i actually googled gunshot wounds #it was...rough to say the least #anyway my required apology for being so late: im sorry fam it's been a year I have no excuse #if you see this anon i hope you enjoy it!#oh yeah one more tw #drug mention

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willinglyghoulified · 1 year

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Mama Murphy was an unnecessary character.

I don’t have a problem with Mama Murphy as a person. I’d just like her better if she was more of a background NPC. Or if she was the old lady in the group of survivors that you had to do wholesome quests for, chems or no chems. Where did Mama Murphy leave her glasses? Mama Murphy wants a foot rest to go with her badass fitted chair we made her. Yes, Mama Murphy, of course I’ll make you some tea just like your grandma used to make. You wanna get high together Mama Murphy? I’m down.

What I kinda have an issue with is that she’s soooo hopelessly out of place. Was she just supposed to serve as a mini-quest series full of hints to the player character’s main quest? Because if that was the point of her being in the story, it wasn’t a good reason. We could further the main plot without her hints. Other than that, it was super weird for her to be the only character in this otherwise mundane batch of characters to have chem-induced visions of the future.

Also, it was unrealistic for her highs to last for 15 seconds. It was also unrealistic for her to get high at all off of one hit of more easy-going drugs like Mentats or Buffout, which were manufactured and regulated before the war (you’d have to take more than the recommended amount to get high).

And if you keep giving her drugs like the game intended you just (spoilers) wind up fucking killing her. God forbid Preston is around when you give her drugs or kill her. Because Marcy sure as fuck won’t let you forget what you’ve done. I just think she could have been way more wholesome and way less out of place.

#fallout #fallout 4 #mama murphy #chems #weird quests #npc #in my fanfic slash headcanon hancock is the one that gives mama murphy the drug that does her in #while my oc is recovering in a coma from the fight at the institute #when she wakes up mama murphy is dead and preston is hella pissed at hancock and tells him he has to leave #yay conflict

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cyntax-err0r · 7 days

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Minor Fallout show vent in tags

#it’s like they took the glowing ones healing room from FO3 and amplified it to the power of a billion #ghouls drug dependency huh???#what is everyone suddenly Hancock now?

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hauntingblue · 4 months

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The power of gay friendship healed luffy. As it should

#IVA SAN IS NAKAMA OF DRAGON???#see... the power of gay alliances....#its so funny how he just stands there #luffy just rallying a bunch of trans people to save ace #and hancock #if ace knew all this.......#oh and now pumped of drugs lmao #6 HOURS #AAAAAAAHHHH #AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 441

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hasnoname1982 · 1 year

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Do I want to write a story about all the people in the One Piece world who fell in love with the Monster Trio duking it out in a winner take idiot battle royale while the three idiots just watch completely clueless about why everybody is fighting but still enjoying the carnage—Luffy laughing in glee because all their friends are so strong, Zoro criticizing Tashigi’s swordsmanship while she’s fighting off Perona’s ghosts, Sanji being held back by all the other Straw Hats because Coby and Pedro (miraculously not dead because I say so) are fighting among the women? Of course I do.

Am I going to?

Probably not, no.

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frankenbolt · 5 days

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Between Cooper's opening scene and Hancock's opening scene, I can't pick a favourite.

If they ever met that ham off would be immense.

Ghouls need the following:

A Cool Hat. (Tricorn vs Cowboy hat).

A schtick, a gimmick, a persona. (Colonial King of the Zombies vs Good Sheriff gone bad).

A Signature Gun (Sawed off Shot-gun vs Whatever Coops' cool as fuck boom stick is).

A Signature Meele Move (Bowie Knife in the gut vs The Lasso).

Tragic Backstory (Naturally, everyone has one in the wastes but you gotta up the ante for Ghouls).

A Drug Problem (What's in the vials?!)

A Sassy/Sarcastic Attitude towards their Vaultie. (It's bonding to drag your Vaultie across the wasteland in a choke-hold ok? It IS--).

A Dramatic Opening Scene. (I was won over both times, love at first sight, that's my wasteland husband right there---)

Big Dad Energy (...Ok.)

#john hancock #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout tv show #fallout #fallout 4

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chocmoon-latte · 3 months

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"Hancock has no regrets about becoming a ghoul"??

It baffles me when some people think Hancock has zero regrets about becoming a ghoul. Absolutely none at all apparently. Like yeah, he plays it up when you first meet him before he's a companion, but let's be real he plays up pretty much everything in regards to the whole "sexy king of the zombies" image he projects.

It takes travelling with you away from Goodneighbor to give him some time to be introspective for him to finally realize that him becoming a ghoul was just another escape route from himself again. He's got several lines of dialogue that literally reiterate this. It's a key point of his character:

Hell, running from myself is what made me into… into a damn Ghoul.

Well, I mean, I didn't always look this good. The drug that did this to me, that made me a Ghoul, I knew what it was going to do.

I just couldn't stand looking at the bastard I saw in the mirror anymore.

The coward who'd let all those Ghouls from Diamond City die. Who was too scared to protect his fellow drifters from Vic and his boys.

If I took it, I'd never have to look at him again. I could put that all behind me. I'd be free. Didn't seem like a choice at all. Turns out it was just me running from somethin' else in my life.

I mean, after reaching max affinity with you, he realizes that maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all (because he's finally got an honest friend he can be open with now). He now feels comfortable where he is - but to imply that he doesn't have at least the tiniest amount of regret? Heck, if you go onto romance him (or attempt to), he stops referring to himself as handsome and literally starts calling himself ugly, which naturally goes entirely against the image he projects:

Why don't we just agree to keep it friendly for now or till they find a cure for ugly? Heh.

You don't want to wake up to this mug every morning. Never wish that on anyone I cared for.

You sure you want to be stuck with this ugly mug?

(You could even say he implies it beforehand with another line of dialogue elsewhere in-game when he says "I'd be mad too if I was that ugly." But that's a stretch I guess.)

Combine that with the fact that 99% of ghouls don’t choose to become ghouls. Hancock did. But he didn't do it for a fun experience. He was already in a bad place when he became a ghoul. He didn't turn to be cool and edgy like he pretended he did when first getting to know him.

He lost his appearance, any connections to his old identity and old friends/people he might’ve been associated with (for better or worse), and in return gained hostility from bigots towards him for merely existing, from an overwhelming majority of the Commonwealth population that hates ghouls. There's the Institute and Brotherhood who want to kill anyone like him on top of that. Plenty of people out there who think he and other ghouls are monsters for just being alive.

Not only that, but something which adds onto this is the fact that he's a client of the Memory Den, and they're very selective with their customers. And what's the whole point of the Memory Den? Reliving past memories. Irma's terminal entry about Hancock, as well as the other two ghoul clients Kent and Daisy, all imply the memories they go back to relive are primarily from their human days. (The one on Hancock straight up says "if you thought he was handsome and dangerous now, you should've seen him before he turned ghoul.")

I genuinely refuse to believe that Hancock has never had any regret whatsoever about becoming a ghoul. The man who's spent a decent chunk of his life running from his own problems instead of confronting them, has NO regrets about taking a drug that alters his entire being and functionality on a biological level and will force him to outlive everyone he knows? This man is FULL of regrets!

#I tried writing this out months ago initially. I don't believe it was ever posted #every main aspect of his character is about how he regrets his actions #that doesn't mean he'll hate himself forever though #fallout #fallout 4 #hancock #john hancock #I wrote the word regret too many times and it doesn't look real anymore

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everydayyoulovemeless · 5 months

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if you’re currently taking requests, may i please request some nsfw headcanons for hancock 👀👀

NSFW Hancock HCs

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » Knife Play, Bondage, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic

Hancock is 100% a switch and is down to do whatever with whoever. My man ain't picky.

He likes to take things a bit slower at the very start of the relationship so that he can get a feel for what the boundaries and feelings are, but he'll quickly begin to speed it up once he's found 'em.

He loves running his knife across your bare skin. There’s something so mesmerizing about watching the sharp tip glide gently over your cheek. It gives him such a power trip and he loves the look of submission glaze over your eyes.

On the flip side, however, he loves it when you wrap your fingers around his throat and throw him onto the nearest surface. He adores it when you grab him and pin him down roughly.

He immediately gets horny whenever you get a good shot at someone. Something about the confidence and the violent nature of it all never fails to get him to grab your hands and pull you tightly against him.

He loves seeing you in his clothes. Something about seeing his coat draped over your shoulders makes him want to leave kisses over your entire body.

Hancock has a thing for blindfolding you and gently tracing his calloused fingers over every scar and blemish you could possibly have. He loves being able to focus all of his attention on these areas, and he especially likes seeing you squirm at the sensation.

His eyes are always filled with an almost obsessively adoring way whenever you're even slightly in control.

Sometimes when your fucking he'll lick your cheek.

Hickies are a must with him. He'll cover you in them, he doesn't care. If you were to ever give some to him, though, he'd be the happiest ghoul in Goodneighbor.

He loves cradling your face in his hands and making out with you, especially after the more dangerous quests.

His favorite position has got to be doggy style. There's something about tying your hands behind your back and pounding into you mercilessly that makes him feel so animalistic.

The one thing he'll never do is include any drugs with sex. He's heard way too many stories of people getting hurt because of mishaps like that and always makes sure you're both sober before initiating anything.

Aftercare with him doesn't entail very much. He prefers just laying there with you in his arms as you two share a blunt and talk. He always looks forward to the vulnerability of this moment and couldn't ever ask for anything more.

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gogogodzilla · 6 months

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day 19, 69ing

john hancock x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, drug use, sex while high, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, hancock calls reader sunshine kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

To Hancock, getting high was second nature. He was always popping one chem or another on your travels. You didn’t mind. Whatever he had to do to get through the day.

You ventured through the gritty streets of Goodneighbor, looking for your friend. You had a surprise for him, after all. The raucous sounds of the Third Rail on a Saturday night graced your ears, and you found yourself being pulled there.

You nodded to the security guard and descended the steps. Smooth jazz and the low murmur of voices greeted you as you entered the bar. A grin fought itself onto your features as you spotted, through the cigarette smoke and lively conversations of the patrons, your favorite Mayor seated at the bar, talking to Whitechapel Charlie.

You sidled up next to him, leaning on the bar, nodding to Charlie as you sat. “Room for one more?”

“Look who decided to finally show up,” Hancock drawled, pushing his tricorn hat back to let his eyes rake over your form.

“The super mutants trying to kill me didn’t seem to care that I had a date tonight,” you retorted, chuckling a little at your joke.

You and Hancock weren’t exactly together, but you couldn’t deny that you felt strongly toward him. The lingering glances and semi-sexual remarks while you were traveling were enough of an indication that Hancock liked you too.

The usual grin on his face widened at your reply. He rubbed his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Date, huh?”

You leaned into his space, emboldened by his gaze on yours. “Yeah, although it’s a little crowded in here,” you titled your head, glancing around the room and its various patrons.

“Why don’t you and me get outta here, sunshine?” Hancock suggested as he slid from his stool and offered you an arm.

You stood and took his arm, “Thought you’d never ask, mayor.”

You were giddy as you made the short walk to the Old State House. While on your adventures out in the Commonwealth, you’d found a bottle of Day Tripper. It was popular back in your day for those attempting to escape the troubles of their everyday life, and you didn’t think that Hancock had ever tried it before.

Fahrenheit nodded to both of you as you entered the old building from her usual place at the bottom of the spiral staircase. Her gaze danced between the two of you for a moment before Hancock led you up the stairs.

You sauntered toward one of the couches in the middle of the room, and Hancock shut the double doors to his room behind him. Your heart rate picked up at the telltale sound of the lock clicking. You took your seat and patted the cushion next to you.

He sat next to you, eyes dancing across your features. “There’s another reason why I was late,” you mentioned as he reclined and threw an arm over the couch.

He hummed, turning his head to look at you. You rifled through your bag before your hands wrapped around the blue-green bottle. You pulled it out and handed it to him.

He took it from you and raised an eyebrow as he read the label. It was white and covered with flowers. From what you’d heard about the effects, you assumed that the label was supposed to reflect how you felt while you were on it.

“Where’d you find this?”

“West Roxbury Station, out by University Point. I wasn’t lying about the super mutants trying to kill me,” you laughed, giving him a half-shrug.

His mouth curved into a smile, “You’re somethin’ else, sunshine.”

You inched closer toward him, your heart fluttering in your chest. “I thought we could try it together,” you divulged, biting the inside of your cheek.

His grin grew wider, “Didn’t take you for the partying type.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you replied, coyly.

Hancock kept his eyes on yours as he undid the orange top of the bottle and shook out two small pills into one of his hands.

He picked up one pill, “Open up, sunshine,” he ordered, smirking.

Your breathing hitched before you opened your mouth for him, allowing your tongue to stick out over your bottom lip. Hancock held out the pill for you pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. You met his gaze as you leaned forward and you wrapped your lips around his fingers. His thumb escaped your lips to cradle your chin and his pointer finger stayed trapped within the wet confines of your mouth.

You were a little surprised at the boldness of your actions, but the thought was quickly replaced by much more obscene ones as you swallowed around Hancock’s finger and a soft growl escaped him.

He retracted his hand and popped the remaining pill into his mouth. He reclined against the red cushions of the couch, waiting for the effects to kick in. Slowly, the world around you began to transform. Color intensified and became more vivid, time seemed to slow, and the air around you hummed with energy.

Hancock chuckled as you looked around the room, “Welcome to my world. Ain’t it a trip?”

A laugh bubbled in your throat, and your eyes met for just a moment. Warmness spread throughout your body like the heat from the good whiskey Charlie served on special occasions. Hancock’s eyes were half-closed and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a lazy grin.

You watched as he slowly sat up and tugged off his coat, also feeling the warmth that felt like it was humming under your skin. His shirt shone like a beacon in the light of the nearby lantern in your drug-induced vision. It was like your limbs were moving on their own as they reached out and stroked the fabric on his bicep.

His breathing hitched in his throat as your fingers trailed up and over his shoulder to the bare skin of his neck. Something inside you ignited as soon as your fingertips dragged over the column of his throat, and it felt like your entire being was being drawn toward him.

You crawled toward him, settling yourself on his lap as you cradled his face in your hands. He chuckled as he gripped your thighs, keeping you still.

“I… need to touch you,” you murmured as you leaned forward and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It wasn’t enough.

You moved your face upward, eyebrows furrowed. “Need to taste you,” you practically begged as your lips ghosted against his.

He leaned forward, and your lips collided. Your movements were clumsy, the drug making your muscles uncooperative. Your senses were heightened, and you could taste a hint of the liquor Hancock had earlier on his tongue. You groaned against his lips, which were rough and marred against your own. You wondered if other parts of him tasted this good.

You pulled away and a small string of saliva connected the two of you. You moved to press sloppy kisses along the column of his throat, letting your tongue drag over the skin there. Hancock’s hands wandered over your body, squeezing and kneading wherever you could. He probably would’ve ripped your vault suit off of you if his limbs were working properly.

“Wanna taste you, sunshine,” he rasped out as he grabbed your hips and ground them against his hardened length. You whined at the sensation as arousal coursed through your veins.

“Lay back,” you ordered, shoving his shoulder lightly. Hancock followed your orders as you stood on shaky legs. You slowly peeled off your vault suit, thankful for the zipper, and Hancock palmed himself as he watched you through lidded eyes.

You tugged your underwear down and kicked them to the side. You were practically drooling at the sight of Hancock before you. His shirt was open, exposing his scarred chest to you. He had unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock from its confines. He slowly stroked himself as you neared.

In your drug-induced haze, an idea struck you. You straddled Hancock’s face so you could easily lean down and take his cock in your mouth. You could both taste each other that way.

His hands moved to grip your thighs as you hovered over him. His breath fanned against your core and you shuddered, rocking your hips slightly.

“All for me,” Hancock breathed against you, a hint of astonishment in his voice.

You nodded as you reached down and began to slowly stroke him. “Only for you,” you slurred, tongue heavy in your mouth. You were already drunk on the feeling of him.

Your grip around his cock tightened as he took you in his mouth. Your thighs squeezed around him as he devoured you, swiping his tongue through your folds before moving to circle your clit.

He bucked his hips, reminding you that you had a job to do. You pumped your hand slowly before swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering the precum dripping from there.

Hancock groaned against your core as you stroked him, sending vibrations through your body. You rutted your hips against his face, chasing your high.

Hancock dipped his tongue into your entrance, and you leaned forward, moaning. You swirled your tongue around his red-hued tip, and your eyes practically rolled in the back of your head from the taste of him.

Hancock’s grip tightened on your thighs as he brought you even closer. Moans escaped him as you slowly bobbed your head and clenched around nothing.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, taking him even deeper than before. Your movements became sloppy as you neared the precipice. Hancock’s mouth wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced before, and coupled with the finger he slid inside you, your release was rapidly approaching.

He quickly added another finger and pumped them inside you while he sucked on your clit. You moaned around his cock before relaxing your jaw to take all of him.

Hancock’s tongue circled your clit once and then twice, and then you were coming undone above him. Pleasure wracked through your entire body in waves, and your thighs began to shake. Hancock continued his efforts, allowing you to ride out your high.

He tensed under you before coming with a strangled groan. You pulled away and watched as white tendrils coated your hand. You continued to stroke him until pleasure veered into overstimulation and he tapped your thigh.

You slowly slid off of him, both coming down from the high of your orgasm and the high from the drug. You giggled a little as you took his sash and cleaned him off. You didn’t expect your plan to work this well.

“I’m glad we did that,” you whispered as you lay on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Hancock chuckled, “I should party with you more often.”

#fallout 4 #fallout #john hancock #fo4 #sole survivor #john hancock x sole survivor #john hancock x reader #kinktober #no y/n #reader insert #kinktober 2023 #john hancock fo4 #john hancock fallout 4 #hancock x sole survivor #love that my 100th post is this one #john hancock smut

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serknighted · 7 months

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Danse & Hancock's parallels are eating my sanity slowly so by God I will write them here

So. Usually incredibly shy about posting my feelings about characters and my interpretations of them, but I don't think I can sit idly by without addressing 1. how much I love this post about Danse and how his story ties back to the isolation and loneliness of autism, and 2. how much I need more content between Hancock & Danse to exist, because my god sometimes I forget they hate each other in-game. (I strongly suggest you read the post mentioned & linked, they do a fantastic job framing Danse in a way I don't think I could fully articulate)

Danse & Hancock both have stories filled with themes of intense loneliness. Despite their hard work, effort, and prowess in the things they love, it doesn't take good sight to realize that neither of them are very well liked. It's not that they aren't respected, but whether it's Danse's all-too-formal approach to speaking, or Hancock's combination of hard drug use & almost constant overbearing presence (on top of years of slander from bigger cities, but we'll get into that), people see them as a tool of success and a good asset to have around, but not much of a friend, so to speak. Especially in Hancock's case, many people he is overly-affectionate with are often more annoyed by his presence than anything else (even if they do like him).

For Hancock, despite how much he claims to not relate to the isolation of the common ghoul, he's likely over-exaggerating his charisma in an effort to make himself more easily approachable, mostly for his own peace of mind rather than for others. While he sounds quite passive about things many others would react strongly to, I feel it's a combination of him having replaced a layer of how he truly feels with an element of sass on top of the drug use that makes all the trauma more easily bearable (to mixed effect).

One of his lines that has always struck me as conflicting with how he portrays himself is a common generic line he has while traveling with Sole Survivor, praising them for "living out the day" when most others could not. Hancock has seen so many people die to the brutal hands of the Commonwealth; whether it be Vic and his boys gunning down innocent drifters, seeing people succumb to the elements, or, in this case, simply not surviving their travels with him, Hancock seems to have a track record of never properly establishing proper bonds with others before they either die, or decide he's too overbearing to deal with further. He's one of those characters who desperately wants to have a deeper connection with those he loves, but he has consistently lost the chance to do so before he was ever ready, and so he chooses to fill the void with meaningless sexual relationships and one-night stands- anything to make him temporarily forget how much he hates himself and his almost comical lack of social understanding. It's a train of thought that I, as an autistic person, can really understand and relate to-- the desire to know people, but always feeling like no matter how you portrayed yourself, no one seems to want to be around you if you don't provide them with what they desire. It's caused him to deeply undervalue both how much he's done for people (since he believes its expected of him to constantly bend over backwards for the needs of others), and himself, all at the same time.

I don't think Danse fully recognizes how lonely he feels, a lot. He's been so heavily indoctrinated by the Brotherhood of Steel into believing that this is how he should be treated, that his work is for the betterment of humanity, that his sacrifice is a necessary one. The way he speaks almost carelessly about late brothers and sisters in arms makes me think really hard about how rooted this idea of only existing for the "greater good" is. Individuality is questionable & almost taboo, being different is outright abominable. It's the reason why the rhetoric of "Us vs. Them" works-- the BoS as a collective believe that they are doing good for all of humanity, and any outlier to that "perfect" formula is a threat not only to the BoS, but to everything they know. Danse is expected to bend over backwards for people, and no longer questions his loneliness or isolation, as he has all but given up his sense of self for what he believes is right. Another thing that I and many of my autistic friends relate to; a sense of justice so strong that it's overpowering. Like us, Danse is willing to sacrifice anything to do what's right... including himself.

Knowing this, it's easy to understand why he hates Hancock, and that backwards mindset is the reason Hancock hates him. It's an especially vicious cycle that constantly feeds into itself if unchecked, and Hancock knows that he alone cannot convince Danse to break that cycle. Hancock knows he can't beat Danse in a fight; all he has are his words, and logic is useless against an enemy that heeds to no truths. Even after Danse discovers his true nature... you can't expect him to unravel the years of constant reassurance that what he was taught was right in a single night. "Rome wasn't built in a day," and no one gets over their trauma so quickly, either. It's traumatic to have an explanation as to why people hate you. A catch-all reason to people's fear and distaste to you, that is also something you can never, ever change. Danse would sooner hate himself for what he is than accept those he used to murder without a second thought. It's the difficult reality of anyone attempting to unlearn painful conservative narratives; the shame & guilt of hurting others that are more similar to you than you ever wanted to know is sometimes more painful than realizing what you really are.

Hancock, albeit not even close to "recovered" from his mental woes, is much further along the path of acceptance to Danse, but not far enough away that he wouldn't understand where Danse is coming from. For so long, he sat idly by and watched people get hurt, even during his time in Diamond City. The constant conditioning to accept other people's pain as long as it wasn't happening to you still eats at his consciousness; just like Danse, he knows it was wrong to accept it, but the guilt makes it harder to deal with. He, of all people, would understand what it feels like to try so, so hard to fit in, to be normal and accepted, but never quite hit the mark of understanding where he fits in society. That's the reason he is the way he is now; his signature, his "Hancock," is to be as loud and out-of-place as possible-- a constant rebellion against what people expect him to be, a rebellion of oppression and unfair treatment. Danse's sheer existence is an involuntary rebellion of all BoS values, and even if Hancock would be hesitant to become close to Danse for a long while, I think he would be impressed by him, in the end, and more importantly, understand where he's coming from.

Their combined interest in both protecting the people they care about as well as the collective societies those people come from, as well as how nerdy they both are about US history... I think, eventually, they will realize how similar their lives were, how similar they are to each other, and maybe even find some comfort in knowing that they aren't alone in all of the waves of shame, guilt, and loneliness. That there is an overarching group of people who understand them, and that they do have a place in this world. I think once they recognize that similar traumas can manifest in polar opposite conditions (ones that they used to have a narrow, black-and-white outlook on), they'll also find that there is no real reason to hate each other anymore; the world has told them that they must hate each other, but they no longer have any need to listen.

TL;DR autistic Danse & Hancock ftw

#fallout 4 #john hancock #paladin danse #sorry for the long analysis im just rotting over them so hard #fo4 #i think they deserve the world #and maybe also therapy #fuck you todd howard for not finishing Danse's arc i cry #ARGHHH i hope people understand my vision...

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wordy-little-witch · 2 months

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It's Shuggy (romantic) hours and I am still fixated on the Boa and Buggy vibes.

Imagine Buggy and Hancock and Alvida just hanging out and GUSHING over their beloveds (the girls have a semi-rivalry over Luffy), and both women have a moment of REALIZATION when Buggy mentions his boyenemy Shanks -

"Shanks...?"

"Red haired Shanks??"

"Yeah?"

"Red haired Shanks as in the man who gave Luffy his hat??"

"Red haired Shanks, the EMPEROR, who you hitched a ride with back from Marineford?!?"

"Yes, yes, that's been established, what are you both ON, damn-?"

Boa is having a moment because does this make her best friend her future step father in law? Is that an actual term? How does this math out??

Alvida is having a few crisises, but mainly ot's because she prefers women and has two exceptions - Luffy, and Redhaired Shanks - which just got REALLY weird because the man she considers an older brother is dating one of her exceptions and is kind of a step parent to the other. Does that make Luffy her nephew? That's weird. Oh man, now NONE of the men she's interested in are available. Wait, this is brewing SO many questions.

Both women are just having 72 different attacks, in just as many varieties, and Buggy is just sipping his juice and doing his nails without a care in the world.

Meanwhile Shanks is retelling the story of his first [insert silly event] with Buggy for the 2,483,738,423rd time to Benn, who is fairly certain he could plot the clown's life without missing a single flutter of his 157 top, 82 bottom (left) and 159 top and 82 bottom (right) lashes.

Shanks knows. Everything. Every single thing about Buggy. He is so obsessed with this clown, it's mildly intimidating to others.

When Shanks inevitably does show up at Karai Bari, everyone is shitting themselves bc he shows up, idle, easy smile, vaguely off-putting vibes, he seems so composed, so cool, so strong - and then he gets a boot to the face and he falls over and wriggles on the ground like a work on drugs because "Oh em gee, Buggy, hi! I missed you!!"

"Dumbass, why are you HERE?!"

"I wanted to see my princess~" and then he presses a kiss to Buggy's severed ankle, and now the clown is screaming, he's blushing and smiling like a loon, Alvida is rethinking her taste in men, and then Shanks makes a raunchy comment, Buggy screams louder, and everything is chaotic.

Simp Shanks and Tsundere Buggy my beloved.

#shuggy #shanks and buggy #shanks x buggy #shuggy (romantic)#one piece headcanons #look me in the eye and tell me Shanks wouldn't be absolutely SHAMELESS and Buggy wouldn't incinerate on the spot when made to be faced w/ it #red haired SIMP #buggy the harlot

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thesettlementneedingyourhelp · 5 months

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Fallout 4 companions as surgeons in a medical drama

This post has been brought to you by my old Grey's Anatomy hyperfixation clawing its way out out of the basement in my brain

Minus Strong because God no do not let Strong do surgery in any universe

Cait- Orthopedic surgeon, do not fuck up in her OR because it will not end well for you

Codsworth- Pediatric surgeon. He's very good with his paitents, good with teaching residents

Curie- Head of Cardio. Godlike in the OR, very passionate about her clinical trials.

Danse- Trauma surgeon. Used to be a surgeon in the military. Can save a guy you're sure is going to be dead.

Deacon- Plastic surgeon, focus on reconstructive surgery. Probably does free cleft pallet surgery for kids.

Hancock- Not technically a surgeon but Hancock is an anesthesiologist. Cracks jokes in the OR. Has probably "accidentally" taken drugs from work home with him.

Maccready- Surgical resident, interested in pediatric surgery.

Nick- Head of General Surgery. Has seen a lot of shit in all his years of being a surgeon, very little surprises him anymore. Very calm in the OR, if he's worried everyone is worried.

Preston- Heart Surgeon. Amazing bedside manner, probably cries when he loses a paitent, does probono surgery.

Piper- Another surgical resident like Maccready, not sure what she wants to specialize in. Potentially interested in neuro but a little scared of X6

X6-88- Neurosurgeon, hardly ever says a word in the OR, no one knows anything about his personal life. Scares the shit out of the residents. Very talented, it you ask him about his research he'll show emotion around you

Bonus

Gage- Gage lost his license to medical malpractice

Elder Maxon- Nepo Baby Resident. Piper and Maccready talk shit about him behind his back. X6 yelled at him in the OR and he will never live it down.

Desdemona- General surgeon, been there almost as long as Nick, she is so tired.

Father- Used to be the head of neuro, got fired for something that the board is keeping on the down low. Even acting head X6 doesn't know what exactly he did.

DiMA- Radiologist, doesn't seem to have left the scan room in months, does he live there?

Dogmeat- therapy dog, we love you Dogmeat

#fallout #fallout 4 #companions react #fo4 companions #cait fo4 #codsworth #curie fo4 #paladin danse #deacon fo4 #maccready #nick valentine #preston garvey #piper wright #x6-88 #god imagine being a paitent at Commonwealth General #the workplace dynamics would be off the wall

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willinglyghoulified · 1 year

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Excerpt from Book 2, Chapter 16

Oops, super emotional Shaun piece. Enjoy this sappy dialogue. Warning: spoilers.

Full works here.

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Shaun: My father's name was Shaun. My mother's was Madison. Father always used me as his model for the Perfect Synth. He hardly talked to me if I wasn't being studied in his lab. He didn't want my mother or the other scientists to get too attached to me. Both the Synth and I had free roam of the facility but were kept at arm's length. I could tell my mom wanted to spend time with me, but... And when I found out that Father was going to give that Synth to you, I... I got so angry! He was going to save the Synth and not me! I... killed it... I murdered it. Him. It was during the evacuation. I followed him after Father sent him to the Relay room, and... with my bare hands, I —

Gwen: Enough! Stop. Please.

Shaun: You must hate me. I do. Every day, I... wonder if that Synth felt as lonely as I did. But I was so afraid I wouldn't make it out alive if I didn't take his place...

Gwen: I don't hate you. I could never. I've come to love you too much. And I feel better knowing the truth. You should, too. You can't carry a secret like that with you forever. Look, we all have done things to survive. Unfortunately, it's a part of this world now. And you were scared.

Hancock: Kid, lemme tell ya somethin'. The first time I ever killed someone was when I was eighteen. I was high on Buffout, and angry as hell, too. I was tricked and used, and I wanted justice. It wasn't until later that I regretted what I did. No amount of runnin' from your past will wash the blood off your hands, but... it helps to find people that understand. Trust me when I say you're in good company. Heh, I won't front, shit never gets easier. But it's our job to make sure that every death meant somethin'.

Shaun: What did it mean when I killed the Synth? What did it mean? Was it worth it?

Hancock: You have to decide that for yourself, kid. Grownup actions come with grownup consequences...

Shaun: But I killed someone. He was just a kid, like me.

Gwen: Exactly. You're still just a kid. So for now, we'll let this go, yeah? You still have to rest up. And here's an idea: how about we start over?

Shaun: Okay... My real name's Liam Jude Isham.

Gwen: Funny. I wanted to name your father Jude when he was born, but your grandfather voted against it.

Liam: My mom picked it. And Hancock? I hope you're not mad at me.

Hancock: 'Course not. But now that we've got it all cleared up, your mom — I mean, your granny — needs to get some rest. It's way past her bedtime.

Gwen: Oh, don't you start that "grandma" bullshit. I'm still younger than you.

Liam: Hey...

Gwen: Yeah, hon?

Liam: As far as I'm concerned, you're still my parents.

#fallout 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #excerpt #sole survivor #shaun #john hancock #hancock #dialogue #what have i done #i myself don't deal well with emotion irl so i try to let that emotion out through writing #i get really self conscious with a heavily emotional piece but i was really feeling this one #just not sure if it came across as well as i intended it to #oh well #that's why they call it editing #this post has been rated mature for themes of violence and mention of drug usage #i found it neat that madison li had been with the institute for exactly 10 years and that's how old little shaun was thought to be #may delete later if i can't sleep while thinking about this post

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