Just some random One-Shots from different fandoms. :3
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Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
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*Rating: Mild to Diablo
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Warning: OOC, Female!Insert!Reader, Thicc!Booba!Reader, Simping, One-Sided, MILF, Mentions Of Drug Use, Oblivious Reader, Serious Talk Theme: Fallout MILF Fandom: Fallout Series (Game)
[1]When Hancock first greeted you to Goodneighbor, your partner, that paladin guy, Danse. Something about that man rubbed the ghoul in the wrong way or maybe it's how he acts towards folks like Hancock? No doubt.
The insulting bastard seemed to give Hancock lip, well, the ghoul could send the sass back tenfold!
But you being around made it a little more bearable. After the shock of seeing a ghoul had worn away, you were able to speak with the mayor properly. Hancock always laughed at the memory of your guys first meeting.
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Having never seen a ghoul before, of course you jumped a mile back with a scream. A gun raised with sudden freight, Hancock shook his head with a smile.
"I know. I'm quite handsome but there is no need to get aggressive." Hancock slowly approached, keeping his grumbling voice low and calming. "We're all family here." He said as he gently took a hold of your cold hands, easily making you lower your hungry gun.
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Hancock shook his head, his reverie disappearing among the other memories. The ghoul leaned over the white banister, it's paint chipping and falling to the street below. It had recently rained, the road and roofs shining as concrete walls dulled into a darker color. Hancock gave a half hearted wave when you laid your [EYE COLOR] orbs upon his leaning form, the corner of the ghoul's lips twitched upwards when you returned a wave of your own. Smoke bellowed from Hancock's part lips, nothing to special- Just a common fag[2] with no distinct flavor. He wondered how you'll taste, probably like grape mentats on the count of you drinking grape flavored Nuka Cola.
Why did you choose to drink that kind; Hancock would never know but the way your lips wrapped around the bottle's neck sure was a pleasing sight. Tongue curling and caressing the glass, licking up whatever liquid escaped. The ghoul's cock swelled from the memory, his length pressing against the fabric of his slacks. The way Hancock leaned over the banister concealed his growing need but it had been uncomfortable, a shudder shot through his body when the Mayor cupped himself- Trying to adjust oneself just enough to be comfortable again.
"Mmm, fuck..." Hancock muttered, taking in one long drag before flicking the cigarette butt to the land below. He held the smoke within his lung before releasing it into the open air.
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The Mayor of Goodneighbor sat behind his desk after his break, dark eyes couldn't focus on his paperwork, having read the same paragraph three times now. The chair groaned from the sudden weight change, Hancock casually leaning back with an annoyed sigh. Some good ol' Jet could help relax the man and maybe- Maybe then he'll start on work again. Lazily leaning over to open a desk drawer, the chair tipping ever-so-slightly. A few things of Chems, Jets, and one last container of his favorite Mentats (He's saving that for a special day) had all greeted him, corner of his lips quirked upwards. Rhythmic knocking caught the ghoul's attention, his eyes briefly looking to the door and back to his stash.
