#rogue robot

Urg. Why does he do this? All I said was that I had been able to grow a nice crop of carrots this year. Now Hancock has insisted I cook him “A nice meal”. “Charlie doesn’t do it right.” he says.

The man is lucky I love him. Anyone else I would have just walked out the door. When we got back to the Red Rocket I started looking through my books, remembering the cookbook I had found all the way back in 108. Thing has come up all the way from the Capitol with me and well, what better time than now?

After spending a few minutes perusing the book I came across the perfect recipe for the homegrown carrots.

And, Well. Mama didn’t raise a fool. If that ghoul asked for a dinner... a Dinner he will get. I am just going to have to go ALLLLLLL the way to Diamond City for the ingredients. Bastard better appreciate this.

Okay.... Well looking at this stupid book I am going to have to travel to at least 81 for some of these spices. Did people prewar have no taste buds? I have never felt the need to season meat this much! but... well maybe Brahmin really is that different from beef? Fuck. I don’t know. All I know is this is costing me a fuck tonne of caps and Hancock hasn’t promised to pay me back as of yet.

However because my need for writing Smut is ever present I might work on a few one shots some time soon. If anyone has anything they want written or ideas they want to see continued, hit me up. I am always open.

Just a little bit of the angst

“Out...2...3...4.” Anna exhaled the vapors, slowly and at his count as he twisted her softly in his arms to support her weight. Hancock shoved her pack to the other side of the couch and settled her in its place. Then he sank to his knees, resting himself on the floor, with his hands on her thighs, waiting until she could focus fully on her surroundings.  

Anna came back to the world slowly, the Jet clearing away the blackness and replacing it with soft neon light blurs and trails. Hancock was right in her view, tricorn perched on top of his head. She  summoned  all the strength she had in her still  stupored  state and knocked it from his head.  

“This is a fucking costume. I want you . Take it off.”  

Hancock searched her eyes softly, understanding passing between them.  

“It is Kitten, it really is. But I can’t properly here. Do you get that? As much as I want too... for you.” His voice broke slightly.  

She nodded as the world faded back properly into view. Her heart rate had returned to normal and even though her had only said a few sentences to her, she did understand what he had meant. In  Goodneighbor  he would always need to be larger than life, more myth than man, and Anna didn’t really know how she was supposed to respond to that information. She reached out and tugged his head down onto her lap.  

“I do. I just... I don’t like it.”  

“Neither do I Kitten.” Hancock nuzzled against the denim of her jeans, kissing her thighs from his prone position. He couldn’t let anyone other than Anna see him like this but the door was closed and locked. They were safe here. He leaned back and shrugged out of the coat, draping it across the table and picking up his hat to join it. He shrugged out of the vest and his frilled shirt, laying them all out on the table for her to see. For the cherry on top her slipped the warm ring from his pinky and dropped it into the  brim of  his tricorn.  

“I’m so sorry baby.” He laid he head down on her thighs again, resting his cheek against the warm material. “You don’t deserve any of this. You shouldn’t have to... I’m not...” The words caught in his throat, arms tightening around her waist as he buried his face deeper into her thighs. He felt a cool hand descend on his head, nails gently playing into the sensitive hollows and dips of the thin flesh. It made him miss his hair, and how soothing it had felt when someone would run their fingers through it.  

“Then how come when she pouts, you jump to your feet to grab whatever she wanted?”

That question hit hard and Hancock’s frown deepened. He had been asking himself the same thing about Anna for days now. The only answer that he had been able to come up with every time he asked himself was that when she was happy, so was he.

“What, you’ve never had pussy so good that you would do anything to keep it around?”

“Yeah, man.” MacCready nodded, “I married it.”

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And here we have the mens!

Happy Birthday to me. I am still working on a smutty chapter to hopefully post later on today but here is some traveling with Hancock and Anna

it is finally up.

god so today has been a good one and I was gonna work on the next chapter but I can’t keep my brain on right right now so I will probably be working on it on Sunday try to get it up for Tuesday.

I know not a lot of people are actually reading this one and most people prefer my one shots but I am actually getting  really proud of this and how the tone and imagery is coming out.

Meh I’m rambling

It’s done. I am loopin’ Mac in and we have nearly 9000 words of near pure smut people.