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Kinktober 2024
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Hey all! It’s almost that time of year! I’m needing some ideas of who to write for this kinktober. All stories will be ✨NSFW✨ (duh)
Here’s who I’m thinking about this year:
Andy Gallagher - Supernatural
TF141 (Soap, Ghost, Price, and Gaz + Alejandro)
Hank Anderson - Detroit Become Human
Connor - Detroit Become Human
Arthur Morgan - rdr2
Charles Smith - rdr2
Alfred Pennyworth - Gotham
Victor Zsasz - Gotham
Mayor John Hancock - Fallout 4
Astarion, Gale, Halsin, and Gortash - BG3
✨✨✨Any and all ideas for characters/plots would be very much appreciated!✨✨✨
#kinktober2024#rdr2#supernatural#cod mw2#detroit become human#dbh connor#dbh hank#arthur morgan#astarion#halsin#gale dekarios#bg3#baldur's gate 3
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Quick Note
Hey all! Sorry I haven’t written anything in awhile. Shit hit the fan and I broke off my engagement so I kinda fell off the grid but I will be getting back to writing here soon!
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List of who I will write for
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Fallout 4 - Mayor Hancock
Harry Potter - Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Sirius Black.
Read Dead Redemption 2 - Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Kieran Duffy, and John Marston.
Call of Duty - Ghost, John Price, Soap, and Gaz
Baldur’s Gate 3 - Astarion, Gale, and Halsin
Gotham - Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne (he will always be 18 or older), Victor Zsasz, Oswald Cobblepot, and Edward Nygma.
Left for Dead 2 - Ellis, Nick
Detroit Become Human - Hank, Connor, Markus, and Gavin
**** If there is anyone else you’d like me to write for please let me know! ****
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Surprise!
Hancock x reader (fluff)
Reader tells Hancock he’s gonna be a dad
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Your heart pounded as you held the positive test in your hand. You had your suspicions but since Hancock was a ghoul, you didn’t think it would be possible for you to get pregnant.
You were yanked out of your thoughts when you heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Sweetheart? Are you ok? You’ve been in there awhile” Hancock’s muffled voice came from the other side. “Yep!” You called back “I’m fine, I’ll be out in a minute!”
Collecting your thoughts and stuffing the test in your sweatshirt pocket, you exited the bathroom and bolted out the door before Hancock saw you. You walked down the street deep in thought. You kept thinking about how to tell Hancock. You worried about what his reaction would be. He had never expressed interest in having children, you didn’t even think he really liked children as you’d never seen him around children.
You pondered for an hour before you walked back to the old state house. Opening the door your nerves spiked even higher, you almost walked back out when your husband called after you. You smiled at him nervously and walked up the stairs. He pulled you into his office and showed you this new plan he had to refurnish the third rail.
“I was thinking about sanding down and repainting those bar stools, although getting blue paint will be a bit…. Hey baby are you ok? You’re sweating bullets.” You burst into tears and bawled. Hancock immediately pulled you to him, holding you tight as you cried. “Hey hey hey, what’s going on sweetheart? Did I say or do something to upset you? Or are you just having a rough day?” He rubbed your back soothingly. You finally calmed down after a few minutes. He handed you a rag to wipe your tears and blow your nose.
You thanked him and told him to sit down. Taking a deep breath you pulled the test out of your pocket and handed it to him. He stared at it, then shook it, looking very confused. He flipped it around, studying it for a few minutes, “what the heck is this thing? He asked, shaking it again.
You bit back a laugh “it’s a pregnancy test, love. I’m pregnant… you’re going to be a dad.”
He sat there stunned for what seemed like forever before he jumped up and hugged you, tears flowing down his face. You hugged him back. Hancock stepped back and rushed out to the door. You walked out onto the balcony to see your husband running around below you. “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!” He shouted repeatedly as he ran up and down the street.
You laughed to yourself as you watched him, feeling so relieved.
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A couple days later, Hancock took you to see Kay, the doctor at Bunker Hill.
She did an ultrasound on you, and confirmed you were indeed pregnant, and about 12 weeks along. Hancock stood there beaming as he stared at the screen.
After Kay cleaned off your stomach, Hancock bent down and kissed your stomach. “Hi baby” he said in a gentle voice, “can’t wait to meet you little one.”
In that moment you knew that he was going to be a great dad.
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Morning Bliss
Hancock x reader (fluff)
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The sky was just starting to get light. You and Hancock had a rough night, super mutants had tried to attack Goodneighbor again in the middle of the night. Once you’d finally fought them off you were both so exhausted and hardly had any energy to climb the stairs to your shared bedroom.
You were snapped back to reality when your husband rolled on top of you in his sleep. Annoyed, you shoved him off and sat up, you placed your feet on the wooden floor and started to stand up before being pulled back onto the bed, “Where do you think you’re going?” Hancock asked. He kissed your temple, tucked you into his side, and pulled the blankets over you. You placed one leg in between his and laid your head on his chest, his heart beat at a slow and steady pace. One of his hands rested on your hip while the other stroked your hair.
Within minutes you were feeling extremely sleepy. You tilted your head up to look at him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. You made out with him for a while, but stopped before it went too far, you both knew you wouldn’t have the energy to do anything. You both laid there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. As the sky started changing colors, both of you fell asleep enjoying a blissfully quiet morning.
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I thought I lost you
Hancock x reader (fluff/angst)
Warnings: mentions of blood, guns, violence, and death
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The sound of gunshots is what woke you. Your husband jumped up and grabbed his gun, ordering his men to get outside. Goodneighbor was under attack.
You had never gotten dressed so quickly in your life. Racing down the stairs with your gun, you quickly shot down the raiders that had been trying to get into the Old State House.
You scooted against the wall and peeked around the corner, you spotted your husband and K.L.E.O fighting with a group of raiders.
While you were figuring out how to get to your husband, you didn’t notice a small group of raiders coming up behind you. They grabbed you, taking your gun. You screamed for your husband as they dragged you away.
Hancock came running, only to be met with a grenade being thrown at him. Luckily he wasn’t injured, just knocked back. When he came to, you were gone and the fighting had stopped.
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You sat in a bunker, you had no idea how long you’d been down there. It could’ve been hours, days, maybe even weeks.
As the weeks went past, you studied the group that had taken you. There were six of them. After three weeks, you feared the worst that everyone in Goodneighbor was dead and help wasn’t coming.
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“WEEKS! It’s been WEEKS since she was taken and not one of you has been able to find her!” Hancock screamed. He had searched everywhere, put out a radio message, and even contacted the minutemen. You were gone without a trace.
“Sir,” a guard approached, “I, along with a few others, think it may be time to consider the possibility that she may not be alive, it’s been three weeks, raiders don’t normally keep their captives alive this long.”
Hancock slowly turned and stared at this guard. He could feel his blood boiling. He threw a punch at him, knocking the poor guard out. “She’s alive, I know she is.”
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You were able to lift a knife off of one of the raiders while he was passed out. Your heart pounded, if any of them woke up, you wouldn’t be able to fight them all off.
The sandman kills went easier than expected, none of them made a sound. You grabbed an old backpack, filling it with supplies, you grabbed a gun with plenty of ammo and opened the door to the building quietly.
Looking around, you tried to see if there were any other raiders around. Only one at the entrance of the facility, it was a tiny bunker, a hideout you guessed. Quickly getting rid of said raider, you tried to figure out where you were. You wandered a bit, coming to a vault, it was hard to see in the dark but the letters read a clear 111. Your eyes widened in realization, you were near Sanctuary.
You started running and ended up tumbling down the hill towards Sanctuary. You got up and ran, finally coming face to face with Preston Garvey. “Y/N Hancock! Where have you been? Your husband put out a radio message to see if anyone had seen you.” You explained how Goodneighbor was attacked, how you had been kidnapped, and snuck your way out of the tiny bunker.
Preston called in a few minutemen who were able to escort you to the front gate of Goodneighbor.
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Hancock was buying chems from Fred Allen outside of Hotel Rexford when he heard it. “JOHN!” He froze, instantly recognizing the voice that called his name. Dropping his chems, he turned around to see you running from the entrance. He had never run so fast to get to you. Tears streaming down your face, you jumped up into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly.
You stayed like that for a while before he asked what happened. He started walking to your home, you explained what happened as he carried you up the stairs.
“I saw blood, and then I had a grenade tossed at me, which knocked me out. When I came to, you were gone and I was scared, I thought I lost you.”
You shed a few tears as you kissed him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, rubbing your back while you kissed. The next few minutes felt like you were in slow motion. You stared at each other for a while, you yawned, signaling it was time for a nap. You were exhausted and hadn’t slept properly in the last few weeks.
Hancock lifted up the blankets, tucking you both under, he pulled you close until you were resting your head on his chest. “I promise no one will ever take you from me again” he said as he rubbed your back.
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Delivery
Mayor Hancock x Reader lemon
A/N - little Drabble I thought of where the reader comes to Goodneighbor to bring Hancock some chems.
Requests are open!
Warnings: drug and alcohol use, smut
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You sighed contently as you close the gate behind you. Goodneighbor was your favorite place in the Commonwealth. You loved to explore the Commonwealth, but Goodneighbor had always felt like home to you since Hancock had taken over.
Daisy gave you a quick smile as you walked past to the Old State House. You opened the door and asked a guard if Hancock was in. He nodded, pointing you upstairs to his office.
As per usual, Hancock stood there leaning against the wall thinking. His face lit up once he saw you with a chem cooler. “Y/n!! I haven’t seen you in awhile, how’s the traveling been?” You shrugged, “it’s been alright, raiders have been more prominent than usual, so I’m going to stay in town for awhile. I managed to swipe some chems from one of their camps a couple days ago and figured it would serve as my board.”
He smiled as he walked up to you, taking the cooler. Opening it, his smile got bigger, “what do we have here? Ultra jet, day tripper, and my personal favorite, mentats. My love, you spoil me rotten.” You blushed, “I’m heading to the third rail, wanna come with me?” “I’d be delighted.”
Music filled your ears as you and Hancock walked down the stairs to the bar. Charlie greeted you both and placed down a good bottle of whiskey that he saved for “special occasions.”
Half a bottle later, you and Hancock were feeling good as you walked back into the old state house. “Everyone out, take the night off!” Hancock called. One by one, his guards filed out. Hancock lead you to his office and locked the doors behind him.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a hit of something” he said while rummaging through the cooler. He took out several inhalers of ultra jet and offered you some to which you gratefully took them.
The world was in slow motion as you took it. You sat down on Hancock’s bed. He sat down next to you, looking at you with his piercing black eyes. He slowly leaned in, kissing you softly. “You ok with this?” He asked. You barely registered what he was saying as you nodded.
His hands carefully started to remove your clothing as he kept placing gentle kisses on your neck. Your body felt like it was on fire as he touched you. He gently laid you on your back and sat there for a second admiring your body. He kissed your neck again, this time moving down lower and lower until he reached your pussy.
Softly, his tongue entered your folds, the pleasure you felt was indescribable. His tongue circled your clit for a bit before he started sucking on it. You gasped and grabbed onto his hand which was resting on your lower abdomen. With his free hand, he slid in two of his fingers, curling them upwards. As he sucked on your clit he moved his fingers, working that spot that made your toes curl. You felt the coil tightening more than you had ever felt it. He sucked ever so slightly harder which made it snap, you came hard in his mouth and on his fingers, but that didn’t stop him. He kept going, working his fingers a bit harder, you tried to move away but in your drug-induced state, you couldn’t do much. He moaned at your struggle, the vibration sent you higher than ever as you squirted all over his face and chest.
Sitting up, he chuckled to himself as you tried to recover. He stripped off his clothes and leaned down to kiss you. He looked you in the eyes with a questioning look. You nodded and with ease, he slid his cock inside you slowly. He was long and had a good amount of girth, the stretch was welcoming to the overwhelming pleasure you felt.
He rested his hands on either side of your shoulders as he gently started to fuck you. The ultra jet had heightened your senses. You could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out, you could hear him praising you but your brain couldn’t comprehend his words. He kept his pace semi-slow as your felt yourself getting close again. Wrapping your legs around him, he went faster, pushing in balls deep. You cried out in pleasure as he went harder. It wasn’t long before you were cumming on his cock. He groaned as he buried himself in you, filling you up.
You both came down from your high, panting. Hancock slowly pulled out and went to grab a damp cloth, carefully cleaning you up. He grabbed an extra blanket, laying down, he tucked you into his side. He kissed your forehead as both you drifted off into a blissful sleep.
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