hi guys; i just posted a prompt list for those who’d like to request ! please feel free to send in an ask and i will write a one shot based off said request. there are no limitations to how much you send! i hope to spark back my writing as i’m returning to the fandom.
[ ex: “deacon + hugs #2” ]
please read the rules before requesting and understand i will not do every request.
prompt list can be found on my blog as it is one of my most recent posts, or you can click the link here > (x)
Don’t miss your chance to attend the last @usnatarchives sleepover of the year! Kids become superhero citizens and meet heroes from history throughout the night before sleeping next to America’s most precious treasures: the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights.
History, Heroes & Treasures is supported by the National Archives Foundation; John Hancock; Susan Gage Catering; and American Heritage® Chocolate. Chocolate history demonstrations led by Mars Chocolate History Ambassadors.
Attempts at drawing Danse by memory all triggerman style. Done with the pencils you see in the left picture. “By memory” I mean by being stuck on a plane for 6 hours without any internet service, so I had to do something to pass the time. Kinda looks like Gomez Addams but what the fuck ever. I tried my best to fix his face. My apologies for the shit quality, my phone sucks and JPEG doesn’t help.
Director - Norman Jewison, Cinematography - Russell Boyd
“You know the damage one ignorant Negro can do? We were in France in the first war; we’d won decorations. But the white boys had told all them French gals that we had tails. Then they found this ignorant colored soldier, paid him to tie a tail to his ass and run around half-naked, making monkey sounds. Put him on the big round table in the Cafe Napoleon, put a reed in his hand, crown on his head, blanket on his shoulders, and made him eat *bananas* in front of all them Frenchies. Oh, how the white boys danced that night… passed out leaflets with that boy’s picture on it. Called him Moonshine, King of the Monkeys. And when we slit his throat, you know that fool asked us what he had done wrong?”
was real worried that my birthday cake would be “inconsistent with the positive images and goodwill with which Baskin Robbins wishes to associate” but I’m IN THE CLEAR
i like the headcanons about danse being able to draw but more specifically i like the idea that he’s phenomenal at drawing mechanical things but when it comes to organic things, like people and animals, he’s just
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
I’ve talked with a couple folks on this subject, and John Hancock seemed a decent choice for, so cheers to my fellow ghoul-lovers reading.
Unimportant Fact: While ‘studying’ for this one, I found a page on glory hole etiquette that was a mash-up of professional/entirely unprofessional language and I about died laughing.
Summary Anonymity can be really useful for a fun evening - but it’s not always easy keeping one’s identity a secret.
Kinktober 2021, 16: Glory Hole (Reader x John Hancock | Fallout 4)
It had been a long day, though a day much the same as many in the wastes of Boston. Scavenging, hiding, and avoiding everything else you came across that so much as twitched. But the hardest, most dangerous part of your routine was over. You had tucked away your ‘haul’ to sort through later, and now you were craving a bit of no strings attached fun.
There was plenty of opportunities for that in your hometown of Goodneighbor, that you were sure of. The question was, just which one of them should you choose? Drugs, sex, all were easy enough to be had, but that made it hard to choose. Abruptly you recalled there had been some renovations ongoing in part of The Third Rail, some private and anonymous areas for those who’d gotten a bit more ‘spring’ in their step while drunk or high.
Not having to see who you were dealing with sounded like as good a deal as any - plus if you changed your mind, you could just leave and no one would be any the wiser it was you. Or at least your potential partner wouldn’t be. Plus, you could pick up whatever fix you wanted ar or near the bar, so it was really killing two birds with one stone.
Mind made up, you set off at a brisk pace towards The Third Rail. You greeted the bouncer cheerily as you approached the door and went through. You weren’t exactly a new sight at the sunken establishment, so there was little cause to stop you, which just made things smoother. Heading down the stairs, it didn’t take long to find your way to the new ‘private areas’ that had been set up.
There were several makeshift stalls of shorts, each with a small ring to hang on the handles to indicate they were in use. You noticed none of them seemed to be occupied, and the area was quiet, save for the distant song from the main lounge area. Moving to one door and grabbing one ring, you opened a stall.
You peered inside for a second, taking in the small area, noting the blank wall and hard floors, a small light with a dangling switch hanging from the ceiling. There was a worn cushion or two discarded in the corner, and a tiny wastebin, as well as some bits of armor that you could only assume were knee or shin gear. At least your eyes flickered to the dark hole in the wall the stall shared with another, and immediately you knew what kind of game it was for. Hanging the ring on the door, you closed it tightly, shifting around the cushions and kneeling down by the hole.
You hadn’t arrived at looking specifically to blow someone, but in the moment, it sounded as much fun as anything else. Something to scratch the itch and get a little thrill at the same time. A thrill that didn’tinvolve running from a raider band or irradiated giant roach in fear for your life, at least.
As you waited, noted that the stall itself was surprisingly clean. You were thankful for that, of course, and wondered if the cleanliness was from lack of use or due to actual effort to keep it that way. You wondered next, as minutes ticked by, if you’d be kept waiting for nothing, and have to find some other way to have fun. But just when you were considering getting up and leaving, the sound of footsteps caught your attention. The sound of a stall door opening and closing followed, and you realized excitedly it was the one bordering yours.
There was a shuffling of clothes while you waited in anticipation, wondering what would greet you through the hole. The cock that popped through the hole wasn’t what you had initially been imagining, and to someone unfamiliar with ghouls, might have seemed something truly ghastly. But you recognized the discolored, mottled, and leathery-look flesh of the cock for what it was. In fact, there was something a little toofamiliar about it.
It hit you suddenly. You knewthe man that cock belonged to, having been intimate with him not all that many days ago. Wasn’t it just your luck that it was the good ol’ Mayor Hancock who decided to treat you that evening. Of course, he wasn’t going to find out it had been you - it was more fun that way, after all. Still, you grinned wondering if you’d swap stories later on about your recent pastimes when next you ran into him face-to-face.
It wasn’t the most appealing looking dick you had ever seen, given how most ghouls’ bodies looked to be decaying all over. But despite what some folks might have thought, they functioned generally the same, at least unless the ghoul in question was particularly unlucky. Hancock, though, while unlucky in his own ways, was notunlucky in that department, and you were glad for it.
You dismissed all your rampant musing, reminding yourself you were both in those booths for a reason, and the dick in front of you wasn’t going to blow itself. But you were going to ease into things, give the mayor a bit of a hard time when he was already having one of a different kind. You reached out, gripping his cock firmly, rolling your fingers over his shaft and fondling his head with your other hand.
Your stroke was firm, but slow, teasing directed by a remembered knowledge of just how you knew he liked to be touched, and what drove him crazy the most. You moved to wrap both hands around him, pumping both along the length of him, a few drops of dangerously green pre-cum oozing out of the tip.
You were reminded by the lurid color of the pre-cum that giving a ghoul a blowjob wasn’t exactly the safest thing to be doing, what with the radiation and all that. But unless you swallowed a lot, it was nothing some RadAway and a day or two worth of sleep couldn’t fix. Still, spitting it was, it looked like.
As you teased, you heard Hancock groan and curse through the stall wall.
“Figures I’d get the tease.”
You almost couldn’t hear the words, said huskily under his breath. You laughed to yourself, your plan to not give it to him so easily paying off with his frustration. But even your own patience for teasing wasn’t very long that evening, so you ceased teasing shortly after, eager to move on to the main attraction.
Smearing away most of the pre-cum from the head of his cock, you tipped your head and carefully replaced one hand with your fingers, using the other the ensure he stayed still. A vague, almost metallic taste spilled over your tongue as the head popped through your lips and slid further forward, along with the musky, salty taste of skin. You took in more and more quickly, dropping your other hand away.
More curses reached you through the stall wall, though you didn’t hear any more coherent words. His cock twitched on your tongue, and the metallic taste surged a little stronger as more pre-cum oozed onto it. You would need to work quickly since it seemed like Hancock had come to his stall already thoroughly wound up.
With your mouth full of his cock, you braced your palms against the stall wall and started to suck, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, slowly at first. As his cock slipped back and forth, more and more seeped onto your tongue, leaving a light tingling feeling behind. You dismissed the sensation, wringing your tongue on the underside of Hancock’s dick and sucking a bit more vigorously.
You pulled back and off a time or two, quietly clearing your mouth before diving back onto his cock.You were met with steadily louder grunts and groans, and eventually, Hancock met the pull of your mouth with the buck of his hips against the other stall wall. You gagged a bit, his cock thrusting deeper than you had intended, but you caught yourself quickly, pulling back just far enough he couldn’t accidentally choke you on his cock.
Your pace became sloppier the more his cock thrust toward you, his rhythm offsetting your own. But it also tipped you off that he was getting close to the finish line. The thought encouraged you to increase your speed, as messy as it was, chin spattered with drool and a few toxic green flecks here and there.
“Ooh, fuck,” you heard, long and drawn out from beyond the wall, accompanied by the sound of a fist or open palm banging into the same wall.
And then Hancock’s length was throbbing against your tongue before he came in thick spurts, the bitter, metallic taste almost overwhelming. At first, you wanted to swallow but reminded yourself to hold back, or you’d need a lot more than a bit of meds from Daisy’s shop to clear you up when all was said and done. When Hancock had spent himself, you moved to pull back and do away with your mouthful. Beyond the wall, you caught a satisfied sigh, following by the same rustling of clothes.
“Fuck, that was something. Thanks for the good night.”
You hadn’t expected Hancock to speak so clearly through the barrier that divided you, and said nothing in response. Leave it to him to have little care if someone recognized him thanks to his voice. Though you were silent, you laughed again on the inside.
Another few moments later, and the stall across from you opened but didn’t close, and the footsteps drew away. You waited until they had completely gone before your rose to your feet, wiping away any remaining saliva or cum with the back of your hand. It occurred to you, though, that your itch for fun wasn’t quite scratched. You’d have to find something else to keep you occupied for the evening it seemed.
Who asked you to be their valentine, and who didn’t (thinking that they didn’t have to)?
Nathan Hale did, of course he did! He bought a whole box of those cheesy ones that are supposed to be for elementary students, ones with lots of hearts and funny sayings. He may be out the door before you on Valentines Day, but there are no shortage of cards on every surface of the house. It’s a lovely gesture that even though you need no remember that you are his, it still brings a smile that you can never forget.
Thinking he didn’t have to, because you had already been dating for like a year-Benjamin Tallmagde did not. He insists that he’s already asked you, and you said yes, so he’s already covered his bases. Of course, will still buy you flowers and shake his head laughing at you, wondering where you’ve heard this nonsense that he has to ask every year. However, he will seemingly ask you every following year, just to make sure that he’s still got it right.
Marquis de Lafayette thinks similarly to Benjamin, thinking that you’re already his valentine and he doesn’t have to ask twice. However, he finds the cutest card in a random store one day before the holiday, and he can’t resist the urge to not pick it up for you. He loves the smile it brings to your face, and he can’t help but laugh sweetly as you bob your head yes, accepting his proposal.
Ensign Thomas Baker definitely will ask you every year. It just becomes a sort of annual ritual, pretending that you’ve just met and handing each other homemade cards. It’s just an overall sweet idea that’s caught on, and Baker will surely ask you every year if you’ll do him the honor of being his valentine. You never fail him with the answer.
If you think Alexander Hamilton will, you’ll at least get a good laugh out of him. He’ll ask if you’re joking, and you may be so inclined to yank on his leg a tad. Maybe make him sweat a little bit. You nearly make him believe that how could he forget the most important part of Valentine’s Day, before whipping out a: “sike! Got you!” And running away, Hamilton chasing after. If anything, it was warming to see the worry in his eyes that he had messed up the holiday. (That he scoffed about, saying he didn’t care).
George Washington will not, but you know that there’s no malice behind it. He very well may forget that it’s even Valentine’s Day, but that’s only because he’s suffering behind his desk instead of being home with you. He’ll definitely hear it on the radio or from a co-worker before you ever have the heart to tell him, but he will definitely make it up to you a million ways to one. It’s a Hallmark holiday, and no matter how much you insist it’s no big deal, he’ll at least buy you flowers.
Caleb Brewster does, of course! In the most outlandish way possible, every year he outdoes himself. He’s never one to forget any small detail you share with him, so anytime during the year you mention a new favorite candy, flower, or even accessory, it’s sitting squarely so it’s the first thing you see when you walk through the door. He’ll ask you to be his valentine, forever and always.
SometimesRobert Townsend does. Maybe he’ll say it in a moment of insecurity or in a moment of yours, but usually, he does not. He knows you are his, and he is yours, and overall is the number one guy on this list to find the holiday a hallmark holiday, but if it means a lot to you, then it does to him. Maybe on the simpler side, but he show you just how much he loves and appreciates you, in a way that a card could never share.
Hercules Mulligan does! Sweetly, asks every year if you’ll be his. He’ll definitely buy you roses, and smother you to death with kisses of appreciation and love. You would not have it any other way, genuinely in love with how much love he has to share. Hercules does not care a single iota if he’s already asked you seven times, he’ll ask you twice over if you’ll be his Valentine by the end of the day.
John Adams does not, to any surprise. We aren’t really sure he’s ever asked you, so we can’t qualify him as someone who’s asked you once and thinks it enough. Most definitely working if the holiday falls during the week, and probably will still be shuffling papers if it falls on the weekend. But this comes with the territory—while John loves you with his entire heart, you and him both know that he’s hardly any good at expressing it. He definitely does remember to pick up your favorite takeout on the way home though.
Sam Adams should, could, and would announce to any person in his immediate vicinity that you were his valentine. And maybe you weren’t in that immediate vicinity to catch his rather loud shouts, he’ll come home fast enough to make sure you know, with no doubts, that you are his valentine. He doesn’t even ask. It’s a fact, not a question.
Our lovely Doctor Joseph Warren absolutely does. He will greet you good morning with a sweet kiss and mumble goofily against your lips if you’d be his on this lovely holiday. Warren well and good knows that you are his and he is yours, but he can’t help it when the question makes you laugh, and he gets to see that amazing sparkle in your eyes. Of course, you’ll be his, and not only today, but every hour of every day.
A true coin toss, Paul Revere is a man of mystery that you can’t quite figure out sometimes. You’re half inclined to believe his forgot, but then the other half leads you to believe that he’s just pretending to make you think he forgot. Did he actually forget, we will never know. He will never own up to it, even if he forgets from time to time, and always buys you flowers. Some years, you may be able to tell if he’s forgotten, because he asks you to be his forever and always. (The answer is always yes).
John Hancock…does not. While I am ready to believe that he is this lovey-dovey romantic, I also feel like he would definitely be the first to forget, after Washington and Adams. The kinda “oh shit, that was today?!” Kinda vibe. But Hancock is a very loyal person, and an extremely kind-hearted man, and you know that he’s just got a lot on his plate. He would always be so appreciative of your forgiveness, and while he may never ask you to be his valentine, he definitely knows that he is yours forever.
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