#nate x nora

[ghoul-foolery]

Kinktober, Day 21

Cuckolding / Star Light

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> Cuckolding > Nate/Nora/Hancock (Mostly Nora/Hancock w/ Nate) >Tags: MDNI > Words: 3269

Notes: Ran out of time because I am a sucker for the build up babbbbyyyyy. Would love to come back to play with this some more.

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There was enough of a shake in her hands that Nora was afraid to pick up the shot glass. Whitechapel had delivered the shot with perfect, mechanical proficiency. It was placed in front of Nora with a quiet, “From the Mayor,” before he drifted off to see to the other patrons. Spilling the liquid wouldn’t be a travesty, but if she spilled it on herself Nora feared that she would lose her nerve. An old button up dress was selected for the evening. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a cornflower blue fit-and-flare dress that she would have worn to do errands back pre-bombing. Pre-bombing. She would have never agreed to any of this pre-bombing…

Taking a glance around the dimly lit bar she noted that the either drunk or stoned patrons were fairly engrossed in Magnolia’s performance. The spotlight caught the sequins of her dress, lending her a radiant sparkle. Posted up at the far end of the counter, she was far from where the attention was gathered. Stooping forward over the counter, Nora brought her lips to the rim of the shot glass, and slurped down some of the liquid. The alcohol was room temperature, and the burn was fierce enough to make her grimace, but not enough to deter her from taking hold of the glass and downing the rest of the contents. 

“Looks like you could use another,” came Hancock’s jagged voice, just as he settled onto the stool beside her. Hancock didn’t change clothes for their little date, but it did look like he may have cleaned up the fraying seam on his shoulder. There was a chipped glencairn in his hand, his fingers parting around the thick stem as he cradled the glassware in his palm. 

“Well,” Nora said as she rolled her lips together. “If you’re buying.”

There was a quick gesture of his hand. The light caught on the rings on his fingers, making them shine, drawing attention to the patchy barely-there skin – and then when his hand came to drape across the small of her back, she flinched. 

“Whoa, Nor,” Hancock murmured, his hand flexing against her back. He didn’t recoil, but seemed to hold her tighter. “You good, babe?”

Nora took a deliberate breath and nodded her head, “Just a little nervous about… this.”

A fresh shot was placed on the table, just as full as the last, topped with water-clear liquor. Whitechapel wasn’t typically one for such generous servings. He was usually so measured, so precise. It was probably because Hancock was doing the ordering. Instead of stooping down to slurp at her drink Nora picked it up - hoping that if she moved fast enough there would be no chance for her to fumble her drink. Alcohol dripped over her jaw just before she managed to down the drink. The liquid followed the slope of her chin, and tracked down her neck. She dried her chin with the back of her hand–

Hancock’s index finger crooked and dragged upward from the base of her throat, up along her neck. His hand was warm, his skin was hard, and rough. He stuck the finger into his mouth, cleaning off the gathered liquor. He did it like it was nothing, like drinking in alcohol that had been tracing her skin wasn’t some intimate thing. Maybe it wasn’t for him. Maybe she was overthinking it. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Hancock placed his glass onto the counter, turning in his seat so he could face her fully. He gave her body a push, urging her own stool to twist so she could face him too. 

Looking down into her lap, Nora huffed a quiet, “It’s not exactly a conversation to get anyone into the mood.”

“Fuck the mood, if you’re having any second thoughts we’re talking about it. I know we agreed to this, but you’re allowed to back out.”

She glanced up at him, meeting eyes so glassy-black she could see her reflection in them – and a hint of something else. Something soft, and hazy blue. When she sighed, a hand came to press against her knee. 

“It’s just… Everyone will know.” Everyone would know that she was sleeping around on her husband with the mayor of Goodneighbor. “What if they think that I���m… available?” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hancock murmured, his other hand coming to take hers. His thumb rasped over the back, working to-and-fro. “Look around. It’s like we ain’t even here. But if anyone says shit, I’ll fuckin’ kill them, okay? This is for us.” 

“You don’t have to kill anyone–”

“But I fucking will. If anyone here is stupid enough to think they get to take a turn or whatever, we’ll make them the goddamn example.” 

It was so casual the way he said it. Like it was some unquestionable, common knowledge that anything untowards wouldn’t be tolerated. Nora believed him. If it wasn’t because he was her – their – friend, then it was because she knew the truth in his words. He’d killed for her before, when he hadn’t even known who she was, and one of his people accosted her at the front door. 

“Promise?” she asked, trying to sound playful but sounding more like she actually needed him to make that promise. Even she could hear the desperate softness in her voice. 

Hancock’s fingers squeezed around hers as he rasped, “Promise.” 

Nora nodded. She sucked in a deep breath, one she hoped would work to clear her head and ease her ragged nerves, and then she exhaled. “‘Kay. Is, um… Is he here? Do we… start?”

“Mmhmm,” he hummed in confirmation. “Saw him skulking around in the back when I came in.” The hand at her knee drifted upward a little ways, dragging the material of her dress along with it. Black eyes drifted downward, taking in the skirt of the dress slowly drew back to reveal her knee. “We can start now if you’re ready.”

The rasping caress of his skin dragged up along her leg, sweeping up and in – Nora’s caught his wrist. There was a tingling warmth left in the wake of his wandering touch. It really wasn’t fair, the way he so easily made her breath hitch, and her body so deeply aware. They’d come together and agreed to this, and despite a couple of concerns, Nora hadn’t anticipated just how easy this might be… 

“I’m ready,” came the wavering whisper. 

“Then c’mere,” Hancock ground out, his voice just as quiet as he reached to cup the back of her neck. A gentle pull guided her into leaning forward, and he was moving to meet her. Just before their lips brushed in their very first kiss, he practically purred, “Let’s give Nate a good show.”

Kissing Hancock was easy. 

Perhaps it was due to how readily he took control. Following his lead felt nearly as natural as following Nate’s. Nate, who was somewhere in the bar, watching as his wife sank under the influence of another man’s kiss. Nate, who two hundred some-odd years prior asked if this would ever be something she would be willing to do for him. 

Nate, who had asked their best friend and closest ally, Hancock, if he’d be interested in fucking his wife as he watched.

And then there was Hancock, who had not only said yes, but, an enthusiastic fuck yes. 

“That’s perfect, Nor.” Hancock’s tongue traced the seam of her lips. There was a soft nibble, another slow lick. “Now open up. Let me taste you.”  He was hot, and tasted like something smokey and barely-sweet, and he moaned as he sucked and teased.

Kissing Hancock shouldn’t have felt so good. It should have felt wrong. It shouldn’t have cause a full-bodied thrill to trip up her spine and make her shiver. And yet it did. As Hancock treated her with a slick curl of his tongue, she reached for him, fisting her fingers into the material of his coat to anchor herself to reality. 

“Gonna slip my hand back up your skirt,” Hancock rasped against her lips, between delving strokes of his tongue. “Want you to push me off a couple of times, just like you did. Like a good little wife should.” Another slow, lazy, inward stroke that stole her breath. “And then you’re going to let me touch you.”

The lurid image of being fucked on one of the bar couches came to mind, abrupt and unbidden. Nate’s face being among the too many onlookers. She could never. And yet her thighs pressed together, and almost immediately regretted it. Was she already wet from just a couple of kisses?

“Here?” Nora asked in a ragged whisper. 

A laugh left him. It was husky, pitched deliciously low and it dragged into an appreciative hum as Nora leaned in tongue his lower lip. Just as he said, his hand slipped beneath her skirt, and went to palming her outer thigh – she caught his wrist and pushed him away. 

Hancock leaned in even closer, leveling his mouth with her ear as he spoke. “Not here. I’d love to let the whole fucking town know that you’re mine but…” his hand dipped back up her skirt, skimming the top of her thigh. She clapped her hand on top of his, the material of the dress not concealing the heat of his skin against her hand – and it felt nearly scorching against her thigh. 

She was much more interested in the sudden image of being kissed breathless as he palmed her sex and rubbed…

“But there are some things I’d rather keep for myself. This is just a part of the show. For Nate.”

With a little bit of pressure, his hand slid out from under her hand and further inward. 

“Can you imagine? Nate watching you ‘n’ me kiss?” Hancock’s fingers brushed against her mons, soft and exploratory. “Maybe he thinks that’s the boundary. He sees you pushing my hands away.”

Nora’s lips parted, her eyes drifted shut as she listened.

“But he also sees me leanin’ in and whispering into your ear. Maybe I’m trying to convince you to spread your legs and let me touch you here in the bar, in front of him and anyone else who might be lookin’.”

Her thighs did indeed start to part. Between the little fantasy that had built in her head, and the crackling drawl of his voice, she wanted to be touched. With just enough wherewithal to be cognizant of the other patrons of the bar, her legs didn’t spread open to grant him unfettered access, but they parted just enough to allow his fingers to skim down against her weeping sex. 

“Fuck, Nora,” he growled into her ear. “Was all of this for Nate, or for you, sweetheart? Or is it for me?”

While the skirt of her dress hid Hancock’s questing fingers, and Nora’s decency, it didn’t really matter when she let out a breathy moan when his thumb pressed inward against the cleft of her sex. One of the patrons further down the bar turned to look over their shoulder, and her whole body flared with heat. Hancock smeared his thumb over the moist fabric of her panties, up, down, and up again, drawing a series of tight little circles…

“Hancock…” she whispered feebly, pressing her forehead down into his shoulder.

“You wanna get outta–”

“Yes.”

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It was a straight shot view from the shadowy alcove near the base of the stairs to the far end of the bar where Hancock and Nora were sitting. While Hancock’s body obscured the majority of Nora’s frame, he could still see the movement of Nora’s skirt, the upward shift in the material – and then Nora snatched at Hancock’s wrist. Like she was fending him off, but not actually pushing him away. Like maybe she enjoyed his attention, but knew that she shouldn’t. 

From his vantage point, he could see the hitch in Nora’s shoulders as Hancock’s hand slid further beneath her skirt. Hancock was whispering into Nora’s ear, the movement of his jaw just barely discernible as he spoke. The bastard was taking his role in this seriously. For better, or for worse, Nate and Hancock had a bit of a talk just before the main event, where Hancock asked about the specifics of his interests. He was surprised that Hancock had actually listened. 

It was hard not to rub himself in the privacy of his corner. Just watching the two kiss had stirred something in him that felt far more fierce than anything he would have ever expected. The fact that such a particular inclination existed in someone like him was already quite staggering. On the best of days, Nate was a jealous man, and yet the idea of watching Nora be with someone – someone that they trusted, someone that would be more than happy to see to her needs – was enough to leave him nearly drooling. Nora receiving pleasure from this was everything.

There had been a handful of times where he had thought that just hearing it would suffice. Like if he could be just on the other side of the door, listening as Nora moaned and cried out someone else’s name would scratch the terribly particular itch, but it didn’t work. Nate wanted – needed – to see. 

And see he did. 

Hancock’s hand suddenly withdrew from Nora’s skirt, and they both slid from their seats. With their fingers laced together, Hancock led them out of the bar. Just as they neared his hiding place, he pivoted his heels, taking a couple steps backward as he pressed a kiss to Nora’s hand… 

And then they were making their way up the stairs. 

After waiting a solid thirty seconds, Nate followed after them. He ignored Ham’s questioning gaze as he passed. Upon exiting the Third Rail he was immediately greeted by the view of Nora and Hancock making out against the side of the building. Hancock had Nora corralled up against ancient brick, his hands gripping at the material of her dress, pulling her hips towards his as he drew a whimpering moans, and pleased sighs.

It was as if they had to make a stop because they were so hungry for each other, not because they needed to buy Nate a little time to get up into the room before they did.

When Nate got into Hancock’s room he flipped on the bedside lamp. Warm light doused the bed, but left the far recesses of the room shadowy and dark. Not dark enough to erase his existence, but just bright enough to show that he was actually there. Watching. 

He heard them before he saw them. Their footfalls were hard on the outside landing, stumbling and awkward. When the door swung open it was Hancock coming in first, already pulling the hat off his head and tossing it to the dark of the room – right towards Nate’s feet. Nora came in after him a beat later, only to be gathered up before she had a chance to survey the room. Hancock was a commanding partner, grabbing and taking, assaulting her lips with teeth and tongue as he cradled her face then gripped her hips. And Nora clutched herself to him as he did, taking what was given, greedy and wanting.

The sigh was perfect. The stilted gasps and wet smacking sent the breath from his lungs. There was a pull of a dress button, the rustle of fabric as Hancock shrugged out of his coat and chucked that, too. 

“You take the Rad-X like I told you?” Hancock’s voice was breathy as his fingers worked button after button. The very moment he was able, he pushed the material from her shoulders, shoving it down over the swell of her hips. It pooled to the ground with a whisper of sound. 

Nora nodded, “Just before going to the–” Hancock popped the hook-and-eye of the bra with one hand and an easy twist. When her breasts spilled free, Nate nearly groaned. When gnarled hands cupped the undersides of both, and a tongue flicked out against a pert nipple, he actually did. It was a low, quiet sound that clawed from his throat as a wave of heat flooded his body. 

Nora’s head twisted towards him, eyes so wide he could see the whites, chest heaving–

“Eyes on me, sunshine,” Hancock rasped as his hands slipped down her ribs, down to the swell of her hips. “Do be a doll though…” He twisted Nora’s body so she was facing Nate, then took a knee. He was just off to the side of her, giving Nate the full view as he peeled her panties down along her legs. There was a viscous thread of moisture that connected the material and Nora’s sodden sex. It drew tight, then broke, smearing against her thigh. “Tell your husband who got you this fucking wet.”

“Hancock…”

Nate wanted to cross the room, wanted to slip his fingers into Nora’s wanting body to feel just how hot she had become under Hancock’s devout attention, but he remained seated. 

“Tell him who is going to fuck you.”

“Ha–” her voice tumbled apart as Hancock shifted, leaning up and in, opening his mouth to lap at her folds. Her hand clasped at the back of his scalp. “Hancock–!”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled into her glistening flesh. “But it’s just you and me now, okay? He’s not here anymore.” There was a wet slurp, and Nora’s whole body grew taught, then she shivered.

He couldn’t wait to see him fuck her. The very idea of Hancock’s crackling voice filling the room, mixing with the sounds of Nora’s need, left him feeling light headed. Would he talk her through her orgasm? Would he talk to Nate as he did? Letting him know just how perfect Nora felt as her pussy gripped and fluttered around him? He hoped so.

The pressure in his body suddenly felt like too much. Like one wrong move would end all of the pent up need that had been building since they had agreed that tonight was the night. Nate’s hands felt weak as he undid his belt. He felt a little frantic as he tugged at the button of his pants, and yanked at his zipper. The pressure eased in a lazy wave that left his legs tingling.

His wife was beautiful, bathed in warm light and surrounded by shadow, she looked like a painting. In comparison to Hancock’s weathered frame, she looked damn near ethereal – Nate didn’t realize how much he would enjoy the contrast. The mottled hands gripping divots into her smooth thighs as he shook his head and shivered his jaw and suckled.

Nate palmed his cock, dragging his hand from root to tip over the material of his briefs.

There was a sudden hitch in Nora’s shoulders, her jaw dropping as her brows furrowed. Her breath came and went in a series of shuddering, hitching, gasps – she was coming.

“Mmm,” came the appreciative hum from between her legs, mere moments before Hancock stood. The motion was fluid. He was kissing her sex one moment, then kissing her mouth the next, gently guiding her back towards the bed. “You ready, for me to fuck you now, baby?”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please Hancock,” came the breathy plea. “Fuck me.”

Nate jerked his hand back and away. There was a sudden pulse of pressure, something so damn exquisite it nearly hurt. Nora begging. He wanted this to last. Nora begging for Hancock. For all of his waiting – Nora asking to be fucked by another man – he needed this to last.

[dez78]

Nate and Nora (Fallout 4)

Nathan and Elinora have come a long way. From when they first came out of the vault....

To leading the Minutemen in the conquest to take on the Institute to get their boy back.

[stoat-party]

You are dating Paladin Danse.

Despite spending half of most nights pacing, he always wakes you up at exactly 5 AM to work out. It does not occur to him that you might not want this.

He tends to stroke your hair or rub your back. You realize this is because Emmett the cat is the only thing he’s given affection for at least five years.

He informs you unprompted that he would still love you if you were a worm. You ask if he would still love you if you were a ghoul. He has to think about it.

There’s usually a settlement on fire somewhere, but occasionally you have to come up with problems for him to solve. If he doesn’t feel useful he gets sad.

He tries very hard to be nice to your friends. Hancock tries very hard to make him fail.

You tell him he doesn’t have to feel responsible for Shaun. He agrees, for the time being. He will listen to Shaun talk about anything. For hours.

You catch him white-knuckling the bathroom sink and staring into the mirror. That sink hasn’t worked in 200 years. Why is he doing that.

[forbeswho]

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[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Im well aware you probably have a million and one asks/requests but can you pretty please with sugar on top do some head cannons for Hancock?

I’d be more than happy to share some with you in DMs or reblog a post with my own ideas, but I just wanna hear yours :3

Oh also your post about ghoul cum is incredible lol, I have never seen something like that before. But thank you for putting that out into the world.

You're very welcome for the several hundred words about ghoul cum; around here, I'm really going for a sort of "erotic mad scientist" vibe. My DMs are always open! I just may be a bit spotty with consistent replies at times.

NSFW John Hancock (FO4) Headcanons

(Follow up to the SFW headcanon post here.)

Doesn't like to have sex when he's especially messed up on chems. Of course, as someone who uses in great amounts and regular frequencies, it takes quite a bit of use at one time for him to feel like he's truly intoxicated, but he doesn't trust himself to be able to keep control of his strength when he's truly high. With Hancock, there's "doing a shit load of chems" partying, and there's "fucking like animals" partying, and never the two shall mix.

However, when he's sober enough, he likes to flex that strength; picking you up to fuck you, tossing you around, being able to pin you down despite his small build...it really turns him on. It's one of his favorite things about being a ghoul.

Pan king. Though I think most ghouls eventually come to fall into the pan/"whatever, genitals are genitals" camp, I think John was likely on that train before he was even a ghoul, little open-minded slut that we know he was. I think he might also be open to sharing his partner, but there would be some serious boundaries put down first.

That said, I think he would be especially sensitive to tender sex where you spend time worshipping one another's bodies, getting to know every curve and scar and flaw and coming apart together. He's no stranger to casual flings, hook-ups, one night stands, but someone who loves him for him, wants to have sex as a means to express that love physically...yeah, he'd be a real sucker for that.

He's open to whatever, wherever, whenever. If you're into it, he's more than willing to give it a try if it means it'll make you happy. That said, he won't do anything that he thinks will really, permanently harm you, but it's hard to think of many things you'd ask for that would fall under that category. I mean, Med-X and Stimpacks exist for a reason

[imagine-silk]

May I request something with Nick? Like, Sole was a detective who worked with the Nick who Nick was based off of? So Nick would definitely be surprised to see Sole. I could kinda see that perhaps this could cause a bit of inner conflict with Nick too. Thank you for considering my request, hun!

》I need to learn how to make dividers. If any of you know how to make them let me know. (oh my god I never knew I liked to be called 'hun' (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝))

Nick back then was different for obvious reasons. The war was still going on but it was still not a lost cause, and he didn't encounter it day to day by force but by choice. He was married to Jenny, the girl of his dreams that he always thought was out of his league. His identity was unquestioned and never in doubt and he never had a problem with his body. He was happy with his life.

You had a huge influence on him. When he met you he was just barely out of his cop uniform and getting used to wearing what he wanted. You were the one he was assigned to to learn the ropes. Something you weren't very happy about in the beginning but you were never mad at him, he wasn't the one to make the call. So you showed him what you did and taught him what you knew at the time.

From the start he wanted to make a good impression and was very eager to please. It took a second for him to calm it down. He still admired you. After his tutelage was done neither of you asked for a change. It was silently agreed you were partners, no talk needed.

You were there when he scanned his brain. It was for college students and their studies. You told him it was strange and to think twice about it but he laughed and said it was for science. That's the last memory he had when he woke up in the trash.

While he was adjusting he stumbled a lot. Then when he was welcomed into Diamond city and given his agency he tried to take hold of his life. The way he did was to pretend like he was you, to do what you would do, to take authority and be the one in charge. Over the years he changed. After a lot of reflection he realized you wouldn't have wanted that, you didn't want him to be you. You would want him to be the best version of himself. So he strive to be the person you saw in him.

Time stopped for him when you saved him in the vault. He felt so many different things. And he saw your confusion. You were under the impression he survived like you did, because no one told you he was a synth. Neither of you remember who said you should get moving but one of you did.

At the agency you asked your companion to wait outside for this reunion. "Nicki." A nickname you always called him by fondly. "You do remember me, right?"

What was he supposed to do, lie to you? But that was the problem. How much of him was a lie? He tried to explain but that made him think in circle. He did remember you but he wasn't yours, he wasn't who you remembered. He wasn't Nick. But he did know you. He still wanted to please you. He wanted you to see what he made of himself and tell him he did good. But you weren't his to claim because he wasn't Nick. But he was. He was Nick and there was no running away from that.

You hushed him, "It's okay. If you want to go back to us we'll do that. If you want me to be a stranger we can do that. I'll go at your pace. No matter if you're my Nick or your own. And if you never want to see or speak to me again I'll leave after we find Shaun." Again you put the ball in his court, just like he remembered. And he knew whatever he said you would pick the ball up and play the game with his rules.

"I'm not him. I'm not. But I want to be with you again." It was all so much. He knew you but you didn't know him. Somehow you knew exactly what he meant; I want you to know the me now.

He never really thought about how much he missed you in the last couple of years but now that you were here it was kind of embarrassing. You hired him to help you but he still looked up to you. It felt like he was hired help instead of a private eye. Every step of the way you smiled and told him he was doing a good job.

Throughout your time together you bond. It's different but familiar, it's built on what you had and became what was new.

He actually held Shaun once. He actually held him several times but he only remembered the first. This was personal for him too. The child of his best friend.

He was so confused when you came back through the telepad without Shaun. He followed you when you stormed away to your house and saw your break down. "I lost everything. Every fucking thing! My world, my wife, my partner, and now my son. What am I here for? Who do I need to kill-" You stopped when you saw his face and realized what you said. "That's not what I meant. Nicki. Nick!" You called out but he was out the door.

There he was hiding in his office like he did after your first fight on the job. But that was the problem wasn't it, he wasn't the one you upset at the time. Of course you knew he was hiding there and showed up. He didn't stop you when you sat down next to him. "Do you remember-"

"I probably do." It was bitter and pointed but you continued.

"Not like that. Yesterday I said 'tomorrow this will all be over'. And you said?"

"'It's not over until the fat lady sings'."

You chuckled, smiled, like nothing was wrong. You were so good at that. "That was the first time I'd ever heard that. You, Nick, never said that. It surprised me. What a weird saying. You're not Nick, I know that. I lost him. But I have you."

You'd just found out you lost everything from before the war and here he was being selfish, having the gall to need reassurance from you. The sweet thing was he knew you would tell him that was a stupid thought and you'd always have time for him no matter how silly. "You do have me." Like that he tilted and put his head on your shoulder.

[mahiiimahiiii]

Girl send help girl, he's going to get 3rd degree burns.

[marvelnatasha12346]

New story on Wattpad about the legends of tomorrow please go check it out

[laiqualaurelote]

chapter fourteen - be not afeard; the isle is full of noises

Ted is standing in the sea. He has rolled his pants to his knees and the water laps cold against his calves. He is gazing at the horizon. If he could he would strain his eyes to see the other side of the sea, to look across space and time at another life, another Ted Lasso, who was husband and father and son. But it is on these shores that he has washed up, like a seaworn shell with something rank hidden in its whorls. “Full fathom five thy father lies,” he says to himself, “and thy son i’ th’ ooze is bedded.” Ted knows he is being watched. This is something he is used to. He has been watched all his life, and he has performed constantly for that audience. What he is still getting used to is that there are some people you don’t have to perform for.  “Hey, Trent,” he says without turning around.

The Station Eleven post-apocalyptic theatre AU in which American comedy actor Ted Lasso, in the wake of a worldwide pandemic, winds up leading a Shakespearean theatre troupe through the ruins of England (no knowledge of Station Eleven necessary to read).

Almost there! One epilogue left.

[gaqalesqua]

He’s almost jealous how good the uniforms look on them.

Kinktober Day Six: Formal Wear | Uniforms | Threesome (or more)

[ghoul-foolery]

Flufftober, Day 27 

Overstimulation / Soulmate AU

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> Soulmate AU > Nate/Nora/Hancock >Tags: MDNI, Soulmate bullshit, Dirty Windows universe, abrupt ending > Words: 1920

Notes: One of these days I’m just going to do a whole soulmate month because I had too many ideas I wanted to play with. This is Dirty Windows +Nate, because I still need more Nate/Nora/Hancock.

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Nate’s hands were covered in Nora’s blood and panic was coming at him from all directions. It was his, and it was Nora’s, and it was someone else’s. It was overwhelming, and it was acrid. It mixed with the smell of pennies, and death and it took everything he had not to succumb to the urge to drop to his knees and puke. Then came Nora’s pain, electric like a livewire and absolutely breathtaking in its ferocity – Nora had been shot, she was bleeding, and Nate had been absolutely helpless to help– but he could help now, if only he could focus. 

The first wave of Nora’s raging panic came crashing into Nate with breath-taking force, but somewhere between the armored guy glaring in through the viewing portal of Nate’s so-called sanitation pod, and vanishing before his very eyes, the ferocity behind Nora’s feelings waned. So did her energy. One second she was gripping her side, eyes bulging as she screamed for help, and the next her whole body was sagging, and her eyes were fluttering, “Nate? Nate please…” Her usual husky voice sounded rusty, and weak.

Then there was the new presence in his heart, and head. Not there one moment, but there the next. The presence was loud, and demanding. Confusion and alarm rushed to greet him like an over eager pet, as a new voice filtered through his consciousness. It mixed with Nora’s pleas, and his own rampant thoughts. “Who the fuck is Nate? What is – oh god, yer hurt. Hey. Hey you need to help her–” The man’s gravelly voice was lost one moment, but so sweetly desperate the next. 

Visions filtered to him, coming from perspectives that weren’t his. The images overlapped with one another – Nora’s bloodied, drooping figure, his hands pressed against the oozing wound– his own panic-stricken face – gnarled, ringed fingers and dirty hardwood floor– Nate’s own voice mixed with theirs in a cacophony of sound. Nora’s whimpered apologies, the man’s increasing demand for Nate to help. It felt like he was shouting in an overcrowded bar and not just telling his wife that she needed to apply pressure to the wound so he could go look for a stimpack. 

Focus. Breathe–

“I’m so sorry, Nate. I lost him–”

“Fucking do something, man! Look at her!”

He closed his eyes tight and blocked it all out-

The phantom pain in Nate’s side ebbed and then vanished all together. Nora’s waning presence did, too. Reaching out to this new entity was as easy as breathing, but it still felt fresh and new. A second soulmate. To have one was a gift. To have two was a rarity. And to have this person enter into their bond now, after years of it already existing, was a rarity if not an impossibility. 

But it was something to be considered when his wife’s life wasn’t on the line. 

“Hey, I–” they didn’t have time for formalities, but he found himself asking. “What’s your name?”

“Brother, are you not fucking hearing me? She’s losing blood–”

Asshole. Like he didn’t know. The blood was seeping through his fingers. It was oozing down his wrist and staining the cuffs of his vault suit.  “What is your fucking name?”

“Hancock.”

“Hancock, I need you to calm down and stay with her. I’m going to go look for a stimpack.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Nate guided Nora’s hand up to the bullet hole, she whimpered as he pressed her hand into place. He murmured, “I know, honey, I’m so sorry…” then to Hancock he said, “Keep her talking, keep her focused. Tell her to keep pressure against the wound until I get back. Can you do that?”

The ire in the man’s voice ebbed, giving way to uncertainty as he said, “How do I… I don’t…”

“Her name is Nora. She’s our soulmate, and I need your help to save her. I’m just asking that you try…”

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The Pip-Boy’s geiger counter started to tick-tick-tick the moment Nora neared the edge of the stream. It seemed like just yesterday when the neighborhood kids were racing to the same spot after school to try their hand at fishing, and now it was irradiated – and their only consistent source of water. This whole post-bombing thing was heartbreaking. Everything had changed in a blink of an eye, and Nora was still doing her best to figure out how to properly cope with it all. Adapt or die had never been something she had had to consider. Not to this degree. 

And yet there she was. Adapting. Or, at least, trying to. Trudging into post-apocalyptic Boston with a heart full of guilt, and moderate to severe blood loss hadn’t exactly set her up for success. Thank god for Nate – and Hancock. 

Their new soulmate was an invaluable wealth of knowledge, and he was always so willing to help. He even helped her convince Nate to let her out of the house after a week of being cooped up inside under his and Codsworth’s constant care. She needed a bath, and she needed clean clothes, and Hancock was able to help convince Nate to let her have both but only after Nate found some Rad-X for the two of them. 

Nate was already in the water, stripped down to his briefs and holding his hand out to her as she made her approach. The Pip-Boy kept ticking even as she removed it from her wrist.

“Be careful.”

“Nate, please–” A week of ‘be careful’ was enough to last her an entire lifetime.

“The rocks are slippery.”

Slipping her hand into Nate’s, Nora stepped down into the water. It was so cold it almost hurt, and yet it was everything she had been asking for. 

“I’m fine. I promise.” Her bare foot settled down onto a rock, the smooth curve of the stone settling right against the arch of her foot. When she shifted her weight, she immediately slid. Not far, and not fast, but just enough for her body to jolt and twist to catch her balance. 

Pain shot through the sewed up bullet wound like lightning. 

She was mostly fine. “Ya know what, I think I’ll sit down and wash clothes first. Go ahead and get cleaned up.”

Nate grumbled a low, “Mmhm.” like he knew it hurt, and he probably did, but he said nothing else. He instead waded further into the water. Right when it got to his thighs he bent forward and dunked his head into the water to start scrubbing at his hair and scalp. 

“Fucking Christ, look at him…” Hancock’s voice drifted through the quiet of her thoughts, rasping and gentle.

Nora did. Nate was tall. Six-feet and then some, but he wasn’t just tall he was broad, and he was strong. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a stunning smile. And he was capable. So capable. He hadn’t stopped moving since they left the vault, always foraging, always securing their home. 

“Goddamn, he’s got a great ass don’t he?”

Nora clamped her lips together to keep from smiling, but she didn’t look away. If anything, she allowed her eyes to drift over her husband’s backside, over the shifting muscles in his back as he straightened and carded his hands through his hair. Water spilled over his skin in rivulets down to his waist. 

“Hey, Nate?”

Nate turned to face her – the water from his hair spilled down his neck, through his chest hair, down, down, down…

“Yeah? Are you okay?”

A flood of amusement surged through her bond with Hancock as he practically purred, “Thanks for sharing, doll.”

“It’s nothing. Nevermind,” Nora said easily as she submerged her bloody vault suit into the water. 

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Seven days. Hancock had known about his soulmates for seven whole days, and they damn near consumed his every waking thought with worry. 

Nate was a go-getter. He wasn’t the sort to want to sit idly when there were things that needed doing – and there was plenty that needed doing. He needed to hunt, he needed to forage, he needed to fortify his home, he needed to take care of his wife, and he needed to find his kid. Nate wouldn’t just sit the fuck down and breathe, and because of that Hancock was almost constantly checking in on him to make sure he didn’t get in over his head. The guy at least took it to heart when Hancock warned him that he needed guns and ammo before venturing too terribly far from home. 

Then there was Nora. While he couldn’t help but be attached to both of his soulmates, he was already terribly sweet on Nora. Maybe it was because he’d damned near lost her the moment they met. Maybe it was because she had warbled about how she would have loved to get to know him, should she be given the chance - like knowing him would be some kind of goddamn gift. Poor Nora had been bedridden, but going stir crazy. She was riddled with guilt, and forced to just sit with it all as she recovered from near death. 

Hancock spent his time going back and forth between the two, checking in on Nate to give him some Commonwealth advice, checking on Nora to make sure the stillness didn’t become too much. He’d gotten awfully proficient drifting between the two, or addressing them both. Slipping into the bonds that tied them all together, identifying who belonged to what emotions, got easier and easier. Especially with their guidance.

Which was to say the moment that Nate started to wade through the water towards Nora, Hancock shifted. One moment he was watching Nate approach him (as Nora), and then the next moment he was watching himself (as Nate) approach Nora. Hancock liked drifting between the two perspectives. Seeing the way they looked at eachother gave him hope that one day, given a little time, they might look at him that way too. 

In the meantime, he liked to throw a little harmless flirting their way; like commenting on Nate’s (perfect) ass, and telling Nate, “Look how happy she is just getting out of that fuckin’ house for a bit. And look at that blush – your girl is a stunner, Nate. Shit.”

She was down to a t-shirt that she had more or less been wearing since they left the vault. It was dotted with blood around the site of her stitches, but was mostly clean if not feeling a little grimy with wear. And she was beautiful, her feet in the stream, her hair tied into a messy knot on the top of her head as she scrubbed at the bloodied blue suit. She was a little tired, a little messy, but she was so incredibly authentic. Fucking stunning.

When Nate got close enough to Nora, damn near toe-to-toe with her, Nora canted her head back to look up at them. 

“Why are you blushing?” Nate grumbled, his voice playfully accusatory. 

“No reason,” Nora said, but the corners of her mouth tilted upward. 

“She’s lying Nate. Don’t you believe her for a second.”

“Hancock says you’re lying.”

Nora’s smile was big, beautiful and brilliant. She looked like she had more life in her than she had in days as she said, “Hancock, you traitor.”

Most days Goodneighbor was it for him. It was home. He had the bar, he had the Old Statehouse. He had Fahrenheit, and Whitechapel, and Daisy – but he knew in his heart he’d give it all away just to be at the stream with them. He couldn’t wait until they were ready to meet.

[dez78]

It’s Just you and me

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Fandom: Fallout 4

Pairings: Sole Survivors Oc’s (Dennis x Destiny)

Rating: Adult 18+ 

Warnings: Smut

Summary: The sole survivors have a relaxing night after a stressful week

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I brushed out my hair, my robe wrapped around my body. My husband walked up and leaned on the bathroom doorway, his arms folded over one another and a fond smile on his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Dennis said softly to me, I looked up with a hint of a blush on my rosy cheeks. 

“Thank you.” I replied sheepishly, even though we had been married five years and had a child together, he still made me feel the butterflies. 

“Is there chance I can steal you away for an evening?” Dennis smirked confidently, I chuckled. 

“Where are you taking me, stud?” I questioned with a childish smile, 

“Your choice, we could go to the Tipsy Brahmin, The Diner, The Cat’s Paw, or we could take the sedan and go to Starlight.” Dennis gave me a few options. I thought for a while, thinking of which we haven’t been to in a while. 

“The Cat’s Paw.” I finally replied, Dennis smiled. 

“Deal.” He nodded, he kicked himself off the wall and went into the room, he had taken a shower that morning, so he didn’t need one at the moment. I finished brushing my hair, then I brushed my teeth, and put my makeup on.  

Dennis got dressed in a nicer outfit, it’s a faded black suit with a white shirt and ribbon in the shape of makeshift bow. He fixed his hair blindly, he sat on the bed and boot his shoes on, black dress shoes. 

“Baby, I’ll be in the living room!” Dennis called to me, once he was ready. 

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute!” I called from the bathroom. Dennis walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him. I finished styling my hair, it was an evening style. I fluffed it and walked out. 

My bare feet smacked against the wood floor as I walked to my dresser. I opened it and dug through it, I looked at different dresses in the tall-body mirror. I wrinkled my nose at most of my choices. 

Finally, I picked up the white dress, I looked at it and nodded. I set it on the bed and took my robe off. I picked up the dress again and slipped it over my head, putting my arm through the hole of the only sleeve. 

I smooth out the wrinkles as I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled at the way I looked. I twirled a bit and fixed any cricks in the dress. I sat on the bed and put the matching black and white heels on. 

I stood tall and got used to the heels, I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself one more time. I was satisfied with my look, so I headed out of the bedroom. Dennis looked up, his eyes lit up, like he was seeing me for the first time. 

“Wow, you’re stunning.” He said breathlessly, I bit my lip and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I walked up to him. 

“You look sharp, yourself.” I complimented, he smiled and held out his hand, I took it, and he led me out of the house. We walked outside with our arms locked. It was night in Sanctuary City, it was still bustling, despite the late hours. Traders were still going about with their brahmins. 

The streetlights lit our way, we used the sidewalk like we used to in the prewar era, we had it repaired, so there was no more cracks or holes in it. 

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We got to The Cat’s Paw, just a few moments later. We walked inside and noticed it was busy. The bartender was filling drinks and making food, most of the tables were full, a few people were on stage, a woman we knew as Olivia and a man named Otto. He played the piano while Olivia sang old world tunes. 

Dennis and I sat at one of the empty tables. We looked around and noticed some of our mutual friends inside. Like Piper, Deacon, Hancock, and MacCready. They weren’t sitting together, but they were present. 

The colorful lights set the mood. I sighed a long breath, 

“You okay?” Dennis asked, 

“Yeah, just nice to get out.” I replied with a smile, we haven’t gone out in a while and with everything that’s happened this week, it was nice to have a night off. 

“I’m going to get a drink and some food, what do you want?” Dennis questioned as he stood up, 

“A beer and a sting wing filet.” I replied quickly, Dennis nodded and kissed my hand before walking up to the counter. Hancock noticed him as well as Piper, they looked for me and headed towards me. 

I tapped my fingers on the table as I watched Olivia singing. She was a decent singer; I was impressed with her. 

“Hey sunshine.” Hancock said as he plopped down in Dennis’s seat, he took a swig of his beer. 

“Hey, Han. You get any ladies tonight?” I teased with a smirk, 

“Nah, Piper refused and your taken.” Hancock replied with a shrug, Piper rolled her eyes. 

“Find Cait, she’d sleep with you.” She snorted, I chuckled. 

“I mean unless your fella wants a little action with us, I can provide.” Hancock said in a flirty tone. I gave him my knowing look. 

“Oh Hancock, you’ve discovered out dark secret!” I cried dramatically. 

“Stop mocking me, a guy can try.” Hancock snorted, I laughed, 

“He’d so much as toss you over the wall than share me.” I smirked, 

“I bet you’d like to see that, huh?” Hancock grumbled. 

“Anyway!” Piper interrupted, 

“Blue, I was wondering if you’d be willing to sing tonight.” She said as she leaned on the table, she looked at me with batting eyes. I laughed, 

“I’ll think about it.” I replied, 

“I think everyone will agree that you can sing and would prefer to hear you.” Hancock commented as he took another swig of his beer. 

“Please Blue? We love your singing.” Piper was practically begging me now, 

“Oh, fine. I’m going to eat first.” I replied. Piper nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer, she dragged Hancock away, they back to their own tables. 

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Dennis came back with our drinks and food, he sat down, handing my plate and beer over to me. 

“Thank you.” I smiled as I picked up my fork and knife, 

“You’re welcome honey.” Dennis replied. 

We dug into our meals and drank our beers. There was a comfortable silence that fell between us, I moved my leg and started to rub Dennis’s calf with my foot, he looked up at me and smirked. 

I gave him my knowing smile, my brown eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was looking, when no one was, I lifted up my dress slightly and showed my husband quite the view. 

He choked on his drink, when he saw I wore nothing under. His blue eyes shot up to meet mine. I smirked at him and put my dress down, smoothing it out. Then I continued to eat, knowing what was going to come next. 

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We finished our meal and drinks, before heading into the bathroom. The jazz was loud enough to drown out any other sounds. We walked into a stall and shut the door behind us. 

It was a tight fit, so Dennis sat on the toilet, I lifted my dress up over my hips and sat on his lap. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock for me, I licked my lips and sat down on him further. Feeling him slip inside my slick walls. 

I sighed getting used to his immensity, when he was fully sheathed inside me, I started to rock my hips, he bit his lip as he growled. He grabbed my hips and helped me ride him. 

When I thought I heard the door open, my head snapped to look, Dennis grabbed my jaw and made me look at him, his voice was drunk with lust and his eyes hazy, 

“Don’t worry baby, it’s just you and me.” He said breathlessly as he kissed me desperately, I returned his eager kisses. I bounced on his cock and felt myself unwinding, 

“God, your cock feels so good.” I hissed, resting my hands on his shoulders. 

“So does your pussy, so tight.” My husband growled as he kissed me again, his lips were wet from our constant hot kisses. He thrusted up into me, I felt him hit my sweet spot, I pinched my eyes shut. Huffing desperate breathes. 

“Don’t hold back sweetheart, let go for me.” Dennis said into my ear, I trembled as I felt the knot in my stomach coming loose, I let out long moans, my eyes closed as I rode my husband. 

He squeezed my ass and thrusted harder, I cried out finally and felt the knot come undone at once, my thighs shook as I coated his cock with my orgasm. 

“Good girl.” He said in a strained voice, he followed shortly afterward. He painted my contracting walls with his arousal. We rode out our orgasms slowly, enjoying the feeling of each other. 

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When we finally came down from our highs, we cleaned up and went back out, like nothing had happened, but both of us had a glow and knowing smiles. Olivia had just finished her song and took a break; I took that opportunity to walk up onto the stage. 

I stood in front of the microphone and waiting for the stereo to start playing, once it started, I went with ‘Man Enough’ by Magnolia, Dennis smirked as he got another drink and enjoyed the show, knowing damn well, he was the man of the song tonight. 

[callmewisteria]

Something Dicey (At The Precipice Of Something New Chapter XLIII)

Having made it past the Rust Devils, Paladin Danse, Scribe Haylen, and Knight Rhys enter the Fort Hagen Hangar with the unusual robot to track the Mechanist and their minions? Dr. Amari, Curie, and the Lone Wanderer receive an escaped synth at the Memory Den who wants to tell what he knows about the Institute before having his memory erased? Nora and Cait take in the progress being made in constructing the signal interceptor while ferocity in Nora's will continue to crack her? Having been admitted into the facility wherein Dima stored his memories by the Children Of Atom, the General, the detective, the secretary, and the General's right hand man and his daughter begin to retrieve the memories of Acadia's leader? Shaun and Nate look over what they have been informed of regarding the luring of Nora to them and the Institute and discuss a potential new member of the Institute with Dr. Alana Secord and Dr. Madison Li, who present them with further push back to what had been kept from them and the rest of the Directorate for far too long?

A lot is moving. Read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!!

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

So….anymore Hancock hc’s? NSFW or otherwise, ya girl is starved for Hancock content 🤤

Btw I adore your content and you’re a phenomenal writer!!! Thank you for teaching me things about myself that I wasn’t ready to learn 🤣🤣

John Hancock (Fallout 4) NSFW Headcanons 2

Doesn't this man seem like the type to have a cock piercing? Rhetorical question; you cannot convince me he doesn't. I'm picturing a frenum piercing, right at the base of the glans on the underside. You also cannot convince me he isn't an expert at using the thing to the point where it's a little scary. He'd really enjoy using it to tease you before he fucks you.

We all know he's into knife play (and if it hasn't occurred to you that he would obviously be into knife play, I urge you to watch the idle animation where he plays with his knife a few dozen times...it'll sink in), and I like to think it's quite the rainbow of knife play. He's willing to do quite a few things with it, from slicing your clothes off to threatening you with it. I think he'd even be willing to use it on you just a little if you ask nicely enough. Wouldn't be willing to cut you any worse than a mild cat scratch, however. What he would be willing to do, though, is fuck you with the handle.

He likes music a lot, likes to scrounge up old world stuff especially, so he's no stranger to a good "sex soundtrack". Big fan of having some music playing to help set the mood. When he gets serious about someone, he gets serious about seducing them, really trying his best to set the scene (outside of all the quickies, you know).

I said in my previous Hancock headcanons that he doesn't like to fuck when he's too fucked up, and I stand by that, but I also stand by the statement that he would greatly enjoy a small amount of shared intoxication with his partner before, during, or after sex. Do a shot or two together before you get cozy for the evening? He's down. Take a break between rounds to split a beer? Loves it. Share a joint after a good fuck? Say less.

Has a pretty serious praise kink he's not necessarily consciously aware of. He's a man of many, many regrets and insecurities, and genuine praise from someone he loves and trusts is a balm on his soul that also acts as nuclear fuel for his sex drive. Tell him how good he's making you feel, how special he is to you, how much you love him, and he'll be putty in your hands. Also not a stranger to handing out praise, especially as he gets closer and closer to finishing.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

it's been a while since I've written for my comfort show, if you have any legends of tomorrow requests, plz send them to me!!! I am desperate lol

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