Mayor Hancock

Hancock

For @yohunny

This guy has some cool cloths, and I think it turned out nice.

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This is part 2 of my Headcanons for Hancock, My favourite romance and companion in FO4 :)!

This is purely Hancock and Sole headcanons…I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible but sorry if I made some mistakes!

I gotta warn you…It gets seriously NSFW beyond the “keep reading”. It’s my first time writing anything like that and I really don’t want to offend anyone so if you’re not into it then PLEASE do not keep reading past that point! If you do decide to then I hope you enjoy ^_^;

Like I’ve said before, if you want to send in any requests or asks, I would love to answer them :)

Meetings

When Sole walked into Goodneighbor he was so attracted to them it caught him off guard. He knew as soon as he turned around that he needed to know them, he’d never felt a pull like that just from looking at someone before. He thought he’d took it too far by gutting Finn in front of them. He thought he’d scared them off and it would be the last he’d see of the little vault dweller. He wouldn’t find out until many months later that it was the biggest turn on Sole had ever experienced.

He started questioning his leadership and his purpose in Goodneighbor when Sole came in and started solving the town’s problems. It was so rare to meet anyone in the Commonwealth who would risk their life just to make it a better place for the innocent. He would get reports daily from Fahrenheit and his Neighborhood Watch about the scum that Sole would be taking out and would get restless that it wasn’t him doing it. He felt like he’d gone soft, people were hurting in his town and because of the political bullshit he had to turn a blind eye and let an outsider do the work. He was never resentful to Sole though, in fact he gave them a helping hand. Words could never express how grateful he was to them for what they did for Goodneighbor.

He was over the moon when Sole first approached him in their Silver Shroud get up. Hancock had a soft spot for old Kent, the guy had a good heart and those radio broadcasts were the best entertainment when he was high. Hancock started to realise how much he liked Sole when he saw how much they cared about the poor ghoul and making his little dream come true.

Decided to go with Sole because he realised he would never forgive himself if he let this person walk out of his life without getting to know them more. Sole was unpredictable, they were clever, gorgeous and so damn passionate. He felt an undeniable chemistry between them and the more he got to know them the more he saw just how amazing they were. When they first headed out together he honestly never expected anything romantic to develop. He respects them too much as a person and besides that, it was more than just raw lust when it came to Sole, it was something he’d never experienced before and he didn’t know how to approach or deal with it.

Together - Romanced

Sole and Hancock are complete dorks together. When they have free time in between missions and helping settlements, they love to get high and lay outside talking about anything and everything. They have a special little spot in each settlement. In Sanctuary it’s on the roof of Sole’s old house. If it’s night time when they have their little chem-break then Sole will normally snuggle up to Hancock’s always warm torso and fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. Hancock would lay there with them for hours tracing circles on their back and looking at the stars.

Loves flirty banter. Hancock is so charming and cheeky he winds Sole up ridiculously. He can make anything they say dirty and suggestive which usually has Sole completely flustered and he loves that he can get them going that way. If they try to challenge him with this then his game only intensifies and he demonstrates how alluring he can be. He teases them mercilessly when he can see how sucked in they get.

He’s very protective of Sole to the point that it can be dangerous. Whenever they encounter an enemy he will run at them full guns blazing before they can get a shot at them. He’s never been in love before Sole and being in love for Hancock means that he would trade his life for theirs without a second thought. He’s had more than enough partners and flings, but he never once thought it was love. He was so detached he didn’t know if he even could. With Sole it wasn’t even a choice, it hit him like a Behemoth, they were the best thing to ever happen to him and he would take on the world if it meant keeping them safe.

If Sole ever goes out with another Companion, Hancock can’t relax. He knows it’s stupid and that they can more than handle themselves but he just can’t unwind until they return. He takes more chems than usual and keeps busy by helping settlers and farming. When Sole does return he feels a huge wave of relief, He tries to act cool but the dopey grin on his face is impossible to mask. Sole usually knocks him off balance by diving into his arms as soon as they spot him.

His favourite thing to do with Sole is dance. The first time they danced together it was to Magnolia in the Third Rail. Whenever they’re taking a break on the road Hancock will play with Sole’s Pip-boy and tune into Diamond City Radio. He’ll take their hand and pull them into a slow dance just like the first time in the third rail. Their song is ‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ by The Ink Spots, Hancock mouths the lyrics to Sole while staring directly into their eyes the entire time they’re dancing. The first time it happened Sole realised they were falling in love with him.

They love exploring old museums and historical landmarks. Hancock is complete history enthusiast and Sole has loads of knowledge due to growing up prewar. They compare their favourite historical figures and discuss what they would have done if they were in their position. Hancock gets enthralled listening to Sole speak passionately about making a better life for the settlers in their care and can’t help but thank the universe for bringing such an amazing person into his life.

Sunshine is a name reserved purely for Sole. Before them, Hancock was engulfed in desolation and self-loathing. He hated himself for everything he’d done in his life and was constantly trying to escape it. He regretted not being able to save the ghouls in Diamond City, for not standing up to Vic sooner. He even became a ghoul so he wouldn’t have to see the face of the man who let those things happen every time he looked in a mirror. When he met Sole, they were this pure, radiating light that broke through the darkness of the forest in his mind. They brought him back from the edge and gave him a new purpose. They were the warm rays of a fresh morning that brought with it hope and the sense that everything was going to be okay. Sole was literally his Sunshine.

Helped Sole bury Nate/Nora. He was the first person they took with them to Vault 111 and he’d never felt so helpless. He could see the despair in Sole’s eyes. He knew they loved him but he also knew Sole would always love their late spouse and they had to do this before they could move on together. Sole removed their deceased spouses ring before placing the body into the ground. While they were laying in bed with Hancock that night they delicately placed it on his finger before kissing him softly. He knew from that moment Sole gave themselves to him entirely and it was the first time in his entire life that he knew what true happiness was. After that night he would only ever take chems for fun. He didn’t need to run away anymore. He was right where he wanted to be.

Right Guys…below the ‘keep reading’ it is SERIOUSLY NSFW and pure smut! Keep reading at your own risk. If you are not into it then please AVOID. I do not want anyone to be offended so I cannot make this clear enough!!!

Whack-off material for @pistachiozombie

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This one is much nicer….

Hancock pinup!!  Thanks to both @katemaplebranch and @maqqy96 for joint commissioning me for our favorite beef jerky mayor!

“Atom Kitty” & “Nuka Girl” 8.5" x 11″

Vic Hollins, 2016.

Prints are 12$ each, or both for 20$!~

(CharonxEdwardxF!Sole)

Prompted by @vaultgirl113 (I’m sorry it took so long!)

Edward’s soft groans echoed through the seemingly empty Cabot house, finally getting a moment to himself while the family was away. Head leaned back; eyes clenched shut lost in his imagination with a firm grip around his cock. His pace was steady savoring every stroke with his legs spread wide on the couch wearing nothing more than an under shirt and slacks half hazardly opened.

HANCOCK/SOLE/CHARON

In which sole wants a threesome and Hancock knows a guy.

@monniequinn @vaultgirl113 @solesurvivorjessica @thesmellofpetrichor

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When she first purrs into his ear that she wouldn’t mind if he shared her with another man, a delicious shudder runs through him, mostly because the idea is hot as fuck, and also because he knows a guy.

That’s how he ends up leading her through the Third Rail to find their new friend.

“That contract I gave you earlier,” Hancock says pleasantly, “might be you wanna talk to him about that.”

And then he introduces her to the hugest ghoul she’s ever seen, tall and solid muscle.

“So you hold my contract now?” His voice is gravelly and rough.

“I, um, I guess?”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“No.” She admits.

“It means I obey your orders. I protect you and do as you say. Anyway, this can be discussed another time. From my understanding, that’s not why I’m here.” The pair of ghouls exchange smirks and she feels her chest tighten a little.

“Wait- you’re okay with this, right? You’re not just following an order?”

“Hell, when Hancock told me about it, I hoofed it down here as quick as I could. You don’t have to worry about consent. I’m definitely giving it.” His eyes roam her freely, “and besides, violence violates the contract. If I wasn’t giving consent… That would violate it.”

She considers it for a moment, knocks back the last of her drink.

“Let’s get to it, then.”

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“So how’s this going to work?” She asks Hancock, more than a little nervous.

“Well that’s easy, sunshine. You and Charon here are gonna get acquainted… And then maybe I’ll… Join in. Or perhaps I’ll just watch… Yeah… That sounds more my style…”

“You want to watch us?” Her eyes widen when she realises that Hancock might not touch her at all.

“That’s what I said, ain’t it?” He smirks at her, reclines on the couch facing their bed.

Maybe the other man senses her hesitation as she crawls into his lap, her hands fiddling with the buckles of his armor.

“Anything you don’t like, you can tell me to stop.”

Somehow she finds that reassuring, but she shakes her head. “I’m not going to give you orders. You aren’t a slave.”

His ruined mouth crooks into a smirk. “You’re the first person to say that.”

She’s a little cautious at first; it’s strange to kiss another man in front of her lover. However, Hancock doesn’t seem fazed by it; he’s still lounging, smoking a cigarette and watching with keen eyes.

She’s surprised by how comfortable it feels to be pressed against the other man’s chest as they undress each other. She supposes it’s because they’re both ghouls; under her eager hands, he feels almost like John. His kisses are different, though. Raw and brutal and eager. She doesn’t mind, moans into his mouth when big, rough hands paw at her breasts. His teeth nibble at her throat, fingers slipping into her panties and teasing her slowly.

She sighs against his ruined mouth, grinds down onto him then squeaks in surprise. She almost wants to smack herself in the head; of course a man this tall is going to be well endowed.

“I don’t know if you’ll, um, fit…” She blushes heavily and keeps her voice low, afraid her comment might wound Hancock’s ego. He smirks.

“Trust me,” his fingers circle her - he slips one inside her slowly, “I will.”

She moans as he crooks his finger. He’s gaining confidence now, she thinks as he adds a second finger, teasing her, stretching her slightly. She reaches between them, starts stroking his impressive length, smirking into the kiss when a low growl rumbles in his chest.

He pulls her close against his chest, adding a third finger, making scissoring motions in between in-and-out motions. He’s watching her expression as her eyes drop closed, mouth open in a strangled moan.

“Ready now?”

She glances over his shoulder at Hancock; he’s watching them still, stroking himself slowly, eyes on her. Somehow that eases her fear, that if she’s hurt he won’t allow it to continue. Somehow she doesn’t think Charon will hurt her, though. Not on purpose.

“Ready.” She buries her face in his neck as he guides her down onto him slowly, inch by inch. At first there’s a faint searing pain; she was right in her guess about it not being easy. She takes slow, shallow breaths, trying to relax herself. It works, though perhaps that’s in combination with his slow, gentle easing into her. There’s another faint pain and a low rumble of approval in his chest as he finally bottoms out. He holds her still for a moment, clearly intending to let her set the pace.

“Take it easy there.” He says as she shifts her hips a little too fast, wincing, “nice and slow…”

He lets her set the pace at first, slow, rhythmic grinding of her hips into his, adjusting slowly to his length and girth. And she had thought Hancock well endowed.

“Jesus,” she hisses through gritted teeth, keeping her voice low. She doesn’t want him to stop, that’s for sure. His hands settle on her waist, gripping her a little too tight as he starts lifting her up and down his length, slowly at first then building up a rhythm, thrusting harder and faster.

She moans, looks over at Hancock who’s growling obscenities as he strokes himself, eyes not leaving the scene in front of him. Somehow, the fact that she’s being watched turns her on even more. Her hands dig into Charon’s arms.

“Harder…” She breathes.

A low growl forms in his throat as he pulls out of her, turns her over, pulls her close against him by her hips. She keeps her eyes on Hancock as the bigger ghoul thrusts into her slowly, gripping her hip with one hand and her ass with the other, setting a deep pace that’s more close to what she craves.

She likes keeping her eyes on Hancock as best she can, keeping eye contact seems to turn him on even more. Each smack of Charon’s hips against hers, each moan from her lips, it seems to drive Hancock closer to the edge. Keeping herself propped up with one hand, she beckons to him. She knows when he’s close and she can’t help it- she needs to touch him. He takes the hint and approaches her, standing beside the bed.

She leans forward just a touch and takes him into her mouth slowly, kissing the soft head of his cock before taking his entire length in.

He groans, grips her hair, her moans muffled by her ministrations as Charon continues a deep, rough rhythm behind her. She’s close, so very close. But she’s not going to come until she’s given Hancock what he wants. He’s close, she can tell. His hands tighten in her hair as he practically fucks her throat. She moans around him, the vibration setting him off. A stream of curses tears from his throat as he cums.

She’s not used to it; he very rarely does this. Either way, her mouth is greedy and eager, she swallows what he gives her with no complaint. He waits til she’s swallowed before pulling away from her, kissing her slowly. She bends down, allows Charon to thrust deeper and harder. She bites down onto a mouthful of bedsheets to muffle her screams of pleasure; he pulls her back up by her hair so he can hear her as she finally cums, tightening around him and screaming his name.

That’s what sets him off; she can feel him twitching and pulsing inside her, the hot wetness of his release, the roaring feral growl that accompanies it. She collapses onto the bed as he pulls out of her, rough hands stroking her back.

She ends up squished between them, her face pressed against Hancock’s chest, Charon against her back. It’s a reasonably comfortable feeling, and even if it wasn’t, she’s too exhausted to complain.