I Feel Like Hancock Would Be Into Recording His Dirty Deeds.

I feel like Hancock would be into recording his dirty deeds. …

I’m a dirty goul fucker.

i love that in that photo of dannt the eyes look positioned on top of the head. aquatic ambush predator

She is looking for shrimp or perhaps small fish

Do u write smut cause if you do i have an request can you please write this so yk when the frontman in ep 1 hes chilling and just drinking whiskey so imagine if the reader is riding his cock while he degrades reader

Red Light, Green Light (Front Man x Reader)

♡ Synopsis || Reader got a special invite to watch the ‘Red Light, Green Light’ game with the Front Man alone, until things take a more alluring turn..

♡ Content warnings || Superior + subordinate relationship (consensual), bulging, kissing, grinding, riding, over-stimulation, dom + sub, some degrading and humiliation, slight mentions of death and violence

♡ Author’s note || ajdkajjweofj sorry for the late answer, I am really bad at writing and idk how this stuff works. The same applies to all my other requests, but please keep them coming ;( I was intending this to be some hardcore porn, but it turned out a bit too soft and fluffy oops. Hope I didn’t write him too OOC. Regardless of my incapability to write, I still wish to fulfil and meet your expectations, so hope you enjoy!

+ The Reader does not have a specified gender or sex in this! They can be whatever you want them to be. And the position of the Reader in relation to the Front Man is not specified either, he is just a superior to them. They can be whatever you want them to be, a pink soldier, a normal person, you name it!

The difference on this floor was noticeable. No one else was here, which makes sense as this was the leader’s floor. The Front Man specifically asked only you to be here to watch the first game with him. It was a strange request, but you didn’t have a say in this. After navigating your way around the hallway, you find the room. The TV was turned on and he was already waiting for you inside, occupying the only chair in sight.

“You’re late,” he called out. “The game is about to begin. Take a seat.” You use this opportunity to look around. It was quite a sophisticated room, you expected no less. You watch him pour whiskey into the two empty glasses beside him. It was then when you realised you could see the back of his head rather than his hoodie. Does he have his mask off? Is he trusting you to see his face?

Without making eye contact, resisting the temptation to look at his face, you take a seat on the ground. “You can take your mask off, nobody else is expected to be here,” he said.

“Thank you, sir.” Guess your loyalty paid out. Even though hiding your identity here was reasonable, it was hard breathing in this thing. Taking your mask off, you try to sit in a comfortable position without destroying your surroundings. There wasn’t any other chair in this room, and you wouldn’t want to ruin his furniture anyway. The game had begun and one player already got eliminated. The death was quick but brutal, and frankly quite depressing, but you knew what you signed up for. You couldn’t let the games affect you personally.

“Come closer,” the Front Man suddenly said. “You cannot see anything from down there.” Listening to his orders, you walk closer to him, until you can almost see his face.

“Where would you like me to sit, sir?”

“Here,” he responds. You weren’t quite sure what he meant until you realised the empty space in between his thighs. No, he couldn’t mean that, get your head out of the gutter.

“Is there a problem?” he asked. His eyes locked right into yours, and for the first time, you saw his face. He was gorgeous. He was way more than anything you imagined. Without making him wait longer, you take a deep breath and rest in between his legs. So… comfortable. The screaming and gunshots on the TV were getting louder, but you could barely pay attention to what was going on. The Front Man turned on some slow jazz music as the deaths intensified. Fly me to the moon... a classic. You could feel the Front Man’s glaze on you, observing you instead of the TV. You could barely keep yourself tamed with all this, but you knew you had to control yourself in order to not humiliate yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to see you get all riled up. Wait… Fuck.

You felt something poke below your waist. Oh god… Now you were getting restless, this is just what he wanted. Taking a bigger breath, you try to hold yourself together, but was it the right thing to do? Was he testing you, or implying something? What is he even testing? The thoughts scattered in your brain stopped for a brief moment as you felt his arm wrap around your body, pulling you closer.

You turn to look at his face in a way as if you were asking for permission. He grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. He holds you by your waist and interlocks your fingers in his own as you spread your legs over his thighs, not breaking his face from yours. Heat built up in your face, the passion spreading down from his mouth down into your body, spiking straight into your heart. Your body began to grow impatient and started grinding on this crotch at a rhythmic speed. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore...

His hand slipped under your top and grabbed your chest, trying to tear off everything. “Needy bitch,” he said after huffing into your face. He started taking off his own cloak as you took off your top. Gunshots played in the background periodically, you couldn’t give a shit about those anymore. Sweat built up on your forehead. You couldn’t wait any longer. You grab down onto his dark pants, but he quickly grabs your wrist.

“Red light,” he suddenly said. Oh shit, you forgot about your obedience, but is he really doing this right now? “Show me how useful you are, then you can deserve it.”

“Yes sir,” you reply.

“Green light,” he says. You continue to drag your body on his groin, making sure he felt every bit of it. He looked at you attentively, puffing from the tension. He takes everything off below your midriff, leaving you completely empty naked from your waist down.

“Look at you down there in your fuckhole, all sticky and disgusting. You are going to ruin my clothes,” he says. He pulls down his pants slightly, exposing his massive boner already glazed with precum. He unexpectedly sticks a finger into your entrance, making you moan from the impact. “Red light.” He cuts you off. Now he was the one pumping you up, and you could do nothing but cuff your hands onto your mouth. He slowly positions you and slips in the tip of his dick into you.

You take a big gulp and look at the man holding you up in approval. He slides in his length a little more into you. “Aah-” you cry out, not being able to contain your anticipation.

“Filthy slut,” he muttered. “Already all riled up over nothing.” He pushes you down deeper, making you grab onto his shoulders. Your insides stretched out, making room for him. Slowly, he makes you sink down until you took on his entire length. Yor moans cried out of your throat, tears trying to push out of your eyes. After resting to adjust, you slowly look him in the eyes, allowing him to continue.

Your interiors quivered as he bounced you on him. Right as you could keep up with his pace, you wrap your arms around him, picking up the speed, forgetting to wait your turn.

“So impatient, I expected better from a whore like you,” he said disappointedly. Despite his cold remark, he wrapped his arms warmly around your waist. “Green light,” he finally says, letting you go at your own tempo. Your body raced on him through your burning passion, letting out everything you have kept inside for the past long weeks. The force of each impact shook you, but you pulled all your muscles together and forced yourself to recover with all your energy. You swayed your hips in motion, hearing him grunt at each collision. After a long moment of you recoiling yourself in and out of him, he moves his hands down on your thighs. “Red light,” he says, taking the action now.

He pounded inside of you, thrusting his hips deep inside. You were nothing more than a servant to him. He used you as his own cock sleeve, shoving himself in and out of you. There was nothing you could do to control yourself anymore. “I’m-” you try to warn, but it was too late. You fling your head back from the excitement and let yourself cry out, while still craving more. Your insides started to hurt as his throbbing shaft still kept moving. You wondered how he was still going, but you really did not want him to stop. He continued to penetrate into your passage as he picked up momentum. After a long period of him using your heavy body as a fleshlight, he pushes you down on him as he exclaims, stuffing you with his love. His cum filled you up, as you dropped your body weight down onto him.

Your body is collapsed onto him, resting on his lean body, panting on each other’s necks. He slightly pecks on your scruff, making small marks as he went. After catching his breath, he lifts you up and rests you onto the chair sprawled out.

“You can relax out here as long as you need,” he says as he slowly puts his clothes back on.

“What about you?” you asked at his sudden departure.

“I need to make sure everything is still in place,” he responds. Right, he was the Front Man here after all. He slowly walks over to you and brushes your head off your forehead.

“Promise you won’t take too long?” you say, for once breaking your obedience with curiosity. He kisses your brow.

“I won’t,” he whispers towards you. Putting his mask back on, he walks out of the room, closing the door. After gaining your consciousness back, you sit up and grab your glass of whiskey. You take a large sip as you use the remote to turn the music up, waiting for a long night.

Fallout 4.

Commission for @ghouls-beneath

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everyone stop what you’re doing and look at this baby pelican