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#Mayor Hancock
mahiiimahiiii · 3 days
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The (rad)est mayor around
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serknighted · 5 months
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Did you miss me Hancock nation
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memaidraws · 1 year
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did this delicious raisin man over stream! Thanks to everyone who joined and kept me company uwu/
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theranciddwarf · 11 months
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OKAY BUT. JOHN WEARING THIS WHEN HIS OUTFIT IS DIRTY.
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everydayyoulovemeless · 5 months
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if you’re currently taking requests, may i please request some nsfw headcanons for hancock 👀👀
NSFW Hancock HCs
➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » Knife Play, Bondage, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic
Hancock is 100% a switch and is down to do whatever with whoever. My man ain't picky.
He likes to take things a bit slower at the very start of the relationship so that he can get a feel for what the boundaries and feelings are, but he'll quickly begin to speed it up once he's found 'em.
He loves running his knife across your bare skin. There’s something so mesmerizing about watching the sharp tip glide gently over your cheek. It gives him such a power trip and he loves the look of submission glaze over your eyes.
On the flip side, however, he loves it when you wrap your fingers around his throat and throw him onto the nearest surface. He adores it when you grab him and pin him down roughly.
He immediately gets horny whenever you get a good shot at someone. Something about the confidence and the violent nature of it all never fails to get him to grab your hands and pull you tightly against him.
He loves seeing you in his clothes. Something about seeing his coat draped over your shoulders makes him want to leave kisses over your entire body.
Hancock has a thing for blindfolding you and gently tracing his calloused fingers over every scar and blemish you could possibly have. He loves being able to focus all of his attention on these areas, and he especially likes seeing you squirm at the sensation.
His eyes are always filled with an almost obsessively adoring way whenever you're even slightly in control.
Sometimes when your fucking he'll lick your cheek.
Hickies are a must with him. He'll cover you in them, he doesn't care. If you were to ever give some to him, though, he'd be the happiest ghoul in Goodneighbor.
He loves cradling your face in his hands and making out with you, especially after the more dangerous quests.
His favorite position has got to be doggy style. There's something about tying your hands behind your back and pounding into you mercilessly that makes him feel so animalistic.
The one thing he'll never do is include any drugs with sex. He's heard way too many stories of people getting hurt because of mishaps like that and always makes sure you're both sober before initiating anything.
Aftercare with him doesn't entail very much. He prefers just laying there with you in his arms as you two share a blunt and talk. He always looks forward to the vulnerability of this moment and couldn't ever ask for anything more.
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dez78 · 2 months
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Imagine:
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Hancock pushing you against the wall and calling you "baby girl."
Warnings: Use of a curse word and Hancock being charming as hell.
(Not my gif)
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Hancock pushed you against the wall, he leaned on it with one arm, while the other snuck around your waist. The neon lights buzzed above you, humming in the quiet alley.
His face was so close to yours you felt his breath on your skin.
"What's up, baby girl?" His voice was smooth and husky. You twitched your mouth and shifted your weight. Fucker got under your skin again, you felt your cheeks burning hot.
You averted your eyes, if you didn't look at him, you wouldn't fall for his charm.
Then he did the thing, that you had been waiting for. He moved his arm from your waist; he put his thumb and index finger under your chin. Slowly lifting your head up, your eyes locked immediately.
You felt like a hot mess, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as you frowned and snorted with a pout, making a subtle cloud of smoke in front of your mouth from the crisp air.
Hancock only smirked at you,
"Look at you all flustered..." He looked you up and down, his eyes darkened with lust. Your eyes met yet again.
"And for me, no less. How sexy." He purred in his raspy, low voice as he flashed you a devilish grin. You were at a loss for words. Literally your mind was blank. You just stared up at him, getting lost in his coal gaze.
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mae-peachie · 11 months
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this is actually a screen recording from the game it's a canon interaction
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fallout-new-mudkip · 7 months
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This is from years ago, but it's still my favorite Fallout 4 screenshot I've captured.
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spider-manunderoos · 24 days
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hamcock pt 2
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serknighted · 22 days
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...And this heart feels oh, so much pain.
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xxdeadlyxmermaidxx · 10 days
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I added these to the poll but I wanted to give them their own post! Censored version below the cut!
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scout985 · 2 months
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quick hancock doodle to get me thru finals
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atombonniebaby · 6 months
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I've been meaning to share some of the original footage for an age! 😁(because it makes me chuckle just as much as the tiktok version!)
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abiding-artist · 3 months
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Who's your fav jjk chara and fav fallout chara? Would they get along if they were in the same room?
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I don’t think so
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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months
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Was It Worth It? ↠ Hancock x Reader
➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » Possible Spoilers for the Ending, Angst, Vomit ➼ Summary » Hancock comforts Sole after they blow up the Institute.
With your shoulders slumped and arms hanging limp, you mindlessly walked through the excited crowd that had formed in Sanctuary. Everyone had come to celebrate after the destruction of the Institue and it was hard not to see why. Their biggest threat had been taken out in the span of a few hours—this was huge, especially for the people involved with making it happen. Of course, people would celebrate. You just wished they didn't have to do it right outside your house.
People clapped and shouted your name as you passed, some even giving you firm pats on the back and their thanks. You weakly smiled at it all, only wanting to shut your door and leave them all behind. Wanting to go back to the house you've seen so many times before. The house you had lived in before the war. The one that you planned on raising Shaun in. The house that had now since been overgrown by the surrounding shrubs. The house that you were looking at right now.
Hancock watched as you slipped away into your house, too high on Mentats to really put the pieces together and realize you weren't acting like yourself. But when Cait challenged him to a drinking game, he's quick to go find you. He needs a partner and who better than the person of the hour?
He didn't know what he'd walk in on when he stumbled down your ruined hall, but seeing you curled up on the floor wasn't it. For a minute he didn't even think you were real, certain that he must've been hallucinating, but as your tears continued streaming down your face he decided he needed to comfort you. Real or not, he wanted to be there for you.
"Hey, hey," He soothed, sitting beside you on the floor, "What's going on?"
You stared at him with blurry, tear-filled vision before sobbing into what was supposed to be Shaun's first stuffed animal.
You tried. You tried so hard to make everything work out—to not kill your son. But every attempt you made at peace and understanding was swatted away. The last thing you had, ripped away from you in the span of those last couple of hours. As a parent, you prayed you'd never have to see him laying on his death bed but not only did you witness it, you were the one who caused it. You doubted you'd ever be able to bounce back from something like this—you weren't even sure if you deserved to.
You felt Hancock's arms wrap gently around your shoulders, pulling you to lean on him as you wept. "Just let it out."
And you did. You cried until you threw up. Vomiting out the window of the old bedroom as your cries of guilt were drowned out by the party happening around you. You lay limp on the window sill for a moment, Hancock's hand rubbing small circles on your back as your insides ached.
Watching everyone celebrate hurt. It broke you way more than you could've ever imagined. And as you stood away from the window, peering back at Shaun's room, still intact from when you left it, you questioned where you had gone wrong. How did everything go so south?
"What you've been through," He began, wiping the corners of your mouth with a rag he had gone to go grab from the kitchen, "isn't something that's easy to come to terms with." You stared at him silently, eyes still flooded with regret. "But look at how many people you've saved—think of everything that's now possible for not only them but yourself as well. There's nothing setting anyone back anymore, you've made us free from that constant state of paranoia."
"Was it worth it, though? Maybe if I gave myself a bit more time, I'd still be able to have a relationship with him—maybe it could've ended peacefully."
"This was peaceful, sunshine. You're sacrifice made peace."
"It's hard to believe that it's that simple." You started to choke up again as your gaze met the Institute flag you had hung on one of the walls to hopefully convince your son to come to live with you—to really meet with everyone you've encountered, however, he didn't like the thought of being in a place so unclean.
"We'll all be here to help you through this." He spoke, wrapping his arms around you once again and holding you against him.
"Thank you." You whispered, over and over again, till he kissed the top of your head and you started feeling dizzy—dizzy from your lack of water and all the energy you spent mourning. He picked you up when he felt your body start to weaken, carrying you over to your bed and laying you down across the mattress. You passed out quickly as he threw a blanket over you, kissing your forehead once again before stumbling his way back out to call the celebration off and allow you to rest.
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