#fallout hancock fanfic

[willinglyghoulified]

Imagining Hancock watching Sole's memories through the Memory Loungers and tearing up when he sees that Sole went on a trip to historical Boston and saw John Hancock's coat in the glass case in 2076.

I'm not crying, you're crying.

[katt1281]

it's been a hot second since ive been so obsessed with an OC/Canon ship. your honour theyre in lovee

[shnargo]

shoop-ing

pairings: john hancock x reader warnings: sexual innuendoes?? a little?? word count: 564 a/n: i have fallen desperately for this man, and i am very disappointed to find there aren't that many fics for him >:( so i'm adding to the pool. also sorry for disappearing, char.ai held me hostage for a long time and i'm actually finding inspo for writing again

"You're staring you know." The ghoul finally speaks after taking another hit of jet, tossing the now empty canister into a nearby bin that's similarly filled with various used chems and needles alike. All the trash bins in Goodneighbor were like that, a common vice shared by its residents. "You gonna share why or are you just gonna keep enjoying the view? Not that I mind, a'course." He ends with a rumbly chuckle.

"How does one exactly kiss you?" The words come out before your brain can catch up, and you watch as he manages to look surprised by you for once. You blame the old wine you picked up earlier, it was a gamble in drinking it to see how potent it really was. Your eyes end up drifting toward his nasal cavity as you try to sort the idea out in your head. "Wouldn't the noses just.. shoop?" You pair your improvised sound effect with a hand gesture that's a lot more sexual in retrospect.

Hancock barks out a full laugh at that, the sound resounding in his office room that you're sure that Fahrenheit can hear it loud and clear from the other room. You would manage to feel embarrassed at yourself were you any less piss drunk. "You got a thing for nose-on-nose action or what?" He asks, onyx eyes sparkling with humor as he sees the frown his words bring to your lips. "I'm serious, Hancock."

"How about you make yourself a scientist and test that theory of yours, then?" It's far less forward than any of the other comments he's thrown your way in the past, but whether it's the buzz warming your skin or how his hand creeps toward your side of the couch as he tries getting closer to you, he seems serious this time. Lifting yourself from your laying position, you figure it's good enough to try calling his bluff. And if he's actually serious about it?

Well, you wouldn't be complaining either way.

He doesn't shift much himself, but his gaze is intent on your every action. By the time your hands are on his chest, his find their place on your back. Respectful, but firm in making its presence known to you. As you raise your head in meeting his lips, you can catch the way his breath hitches, giving away his nervousness that he has about this situation no matter how well he tries to hide it.

It's mostly his nose bridge, or rather, the nasal ridge that juts out barely enough to keep your still flesh-covered one from dipping into the cavity nearby. Though you find yourself distracted by his chapped lips already working yours, that are no less chapped. Lip balm wasn't accessible in the apocalypse after all. But saliva is exchanged, smoothing the process in more ways than one as his other hand comes up to the back of your neck to edge you closer to him.

Once you mutually pull away, the next few deepened breaths are found in sync. Hancock's fingers play with the hair by the base of your neck, he was never a man to keep still for long. "How unfortunate." He finally rasps, lips quirking up as his gaze is held in yours. "I guess you didn't have your "shoop"-ing after all."

You grab the rim of his hat and shove it over his face.

[ezfrog]

Milo: “I bet Hancock was really hot pre-ghoul”

Me: “Oh yeah I’m pretty sure nick even comments on it”

[lilacretrograde]

I'm sure Shaun is fiiiiiine.

[deathclaw-for-cutie]

My favorite loud and nitty gritty dirty little freaks.

This is the first thing I’ve drawn in literal years. Please enjoy an off-model Mac and Hancock.

Redraw posted here!

[zenithangelic]

How would the companions react to Sole!Reader having a pack of deathclaws in Fallout 4?

They basically act like dogs with Reader, but when ordered to attack....yeah it's not great for the victim.

Companions reaction to SoleSurvivor!Reader's pack of deathclaws:

Cait

At first, Cait is absolutely terrified. She keeps her distance, muttering, “What kinda lunatic keeps those things as pets?!”

Over time, she warms up to the idea when she sees how loyal the deathclaws are to you. “Well, at least they’re on our side. Beats any guard dog I’ve ever seen.”

She secretly starts testing their boundaries by tossing bits of food to see if they react, half-expecting them to eat her.

Codsworth

Codsworth is deeply confused. “Might I inquire as to why you thought deathclaws of all creatures would make suitable companions?”

He quickly adapts, though, treating them like oversized, clawed children. He even tries to teach one proper etiquette while it stares blankly at him.

“Oh dear, I do hope they don’t shed in the house!”

Curie

Initially fascinated, Curie views the deathclaws as a scientific marvel. “Zhis is incredible! Zhey have such a social bond with you, it is unheard of!”

She begins cataloging their behavior and attempting to communicate with them using calming tones and hand gestures.

However, she’s visibly shaken when she witnesses them in attack mode. “zhis… zhis is quite unsettling.”

Paladin Danse

Danse is immediately on edge. “Deathclaws are extremely dangerous creatures. You’re taking an unnecessary risk.”

He grudgingly admits they’re effective in combat after seeing them in action. “As long as they’re an asset, I’ll tolerate their presence.”

Despite his stoic exterior, he always keeps his hand on his laser rifle when they’re nearby.

Deacon

Deacon’s reaction is a mix of amazement and mischief. “Okay, so… you’ve got killer lizards on a leash. That’s… a new one, even for me.”

He makes up wild stories about how you tamed them, ranging from secret government experiments to wrestling the alpha in hand-to-hand combat.

Occasionally tries to ride one, much to the deathclaw’s irritation.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat is wary at first, growling softly when the deathclaws come too close.

Eventually, he realises they’re part of the “pack” and starts trying to play with them, barking and wagging his tail.

One of the deathclaws humors him by nudging him with its snout, and Dogmeat takes that as a victory.

John Hancock

Hancock is completely unfazed. “Deathclaws? Yeah, that checks out. You’ve always been full of surprises, sunshine.”

He starts calling them “big scaly bastards” and casually talks to them like they’re people.

Hancock even offers one a hit of Jet as a joke. “What? You never know. Could chill ‘em out a bit.”

Robert MacCready

MacCready is immediately defensive. “You brought what into camp? Are you trying to get us all killed?!”

He avoids the pack as much as possible, muttering, “I didn’t sign up for this…”

Eventually, one of the deathclaws saves him in battle, and he awkwardly thanks it while still keeping his distance.

Nick Valentine

Nick raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Well, I’ve seen stranger things in the Commonwealth, but this is a new one.”

He takes a pragmatic approach, treating the deathclaws like any other tool in your arsenal. “As long as they’re on our side, I won’t complain.”

Occasionally jokes, “At least they’re housebroken… right?”

Piper Wright

Piper is torn between terror and excitement. “Blue, I don’t even know where to start. This is either the coolest or scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She writes a story about your “deathclaw pack” for Publick Occurrences, hyping you up as a fearless wasteland tamer.

Secretly keeps her distance, nervously laughing whenever they get too close.

Preston Garvey

Preston is concerned about the safety risks. “General, are you sure this is wise? They could turn on us at any moment.”

However, he respects your leadership and trusts your judgment. “If you say they’re under control, I believe you.”

He’s visibly relieved when they prove to be an asset during a settlement defense. “Well, I’ll admit, that was impressive.”

Strong

Strong is instantly impressed. “Human commands beasts! Strong approves!”

He tries to assert dominance over the pack, roaring at them and puffing out his chest. They ignore him completely.

Despite his bravado, he’s secretly in awe of your ability to tame such powerful creatures.

X6-88

X6-88 is indifferent at first. “If they obey your commands and don’t interfere with the mission, I have no objections.”

He appreciates their efficiency in combat, coldly noting, “They eliminate threats with precision. An effective strategy.”

Occasionally, he comments on their genetic makeup, speculating about their origins with clinical curiosity.

Ada

Ada is analytical. “Deathclaws are formidable creatures. Your ability to control them is… unexpected.”

She works on creating modifications for your pack, such as reinforced armor or tracking devices.

Occasionally remarks on their behavior: “Their loyalty to you is fascinating. Almost… endearing.”

Automatron

Similar to Ada, the Automatron is purely pragmatic. “Deathclaws detected. Command acknowledged: maintain non-hostile status.”

It develops strategies to coordinate with the pack during battles.

Occasionally malfunctions when a deathclaw gets too close, triggering a “danger proximity” alarm.

Old Longfellow

Longfellow is both impressed and skeptical. “Well, I’ll be damned. Didn’t think anyone could tame those devils.”

He warns you to stay vigilant. “A wild thing’s always a wild thing, no matter how tame it seems.”

Secretly enjoys watching the deathclaws scare off raiders. “That’ll teach ‘em to mess with us.”

Porter Gage

Gage is all for it. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Nobody’s gonna mess with us now.”

He views the deathclaws as the ultimate intimidation tactic, often boasting about them to others.

He tries to name them, giving them titles like “Chomper” and “Ripjaw,” though he’s terrible at remembering which is which.

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[v1nsmoke]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 // 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

oneshot - fallout's john hancock x reader

tw: mentions of drugs (usual hancock activity)

summary: after days of exiting goodneighbor, you and hancock finally get to talk

fandom: fallout

a/n: there is not enough talk about this fella omg… now that liking the ghoul from the fallout show is accepted, i can come forward (i chose the “romance hancock” option every playthrough). no pronouns used, so gender neutral ig? also the inspiration for the title is that one song thats viral on tiktok rn, also galvanized square steel mentioned

tags: -

wc: 0.6k

“Day twenty-five since leaving Vault 111, today is Monday and my location is Diamond City, it’s currently 2:41 PM. Me and my companion are at the noodle shop,” you say, speaking into your Pip-boy. 

Recently, you’ve been documenting every day, usually just a brief summary on that day’s experiences. These experiences consisted of hourly radroach attacks, accidental overdose on jet, or encounters with hostile Mr. Handy’s. Or accidental near-death situations with a deathclaw. That only happened once. 

You weren’t sure anybody would ever hear these, even better, be interested in these daily logs. Your companion seemingly couldn’t care less about these logs, as he ate his portion of ramen next to you. 

“The Institute remains undefeated, and I doubt it will change today, I’m not in the mood for it,” you continue.

“If it depended on your mood, it would be there forever,” Hancock cuts in with his sarcastic remark.

A sigh escapes your lips at his words.

“Maybe I should switch back to Dogmeat and send you back to Goodneighbor,” you reply.

“Now, what good would that do for you?”

“It would spare me from more of these remarks.”

“But can Dogmeat give you this?” He asks as he slides you a jet.

Hesitantly, but you accept it with a smile. 

“John Hancock, the ghoul you are,” you sigh.

A smile creeps onto his features. 

“See? You like me enough.”

“Whatever helps you sleep…”

You’ve been traveling with Hancock for the past week or so, after you accepted the offer of Bobby, who just so happened to lie to you. One thing led from another, and after finishing off Hancock’s bodyguard, you managed to solve the bad blood between the two of you by killing Bobby herself. 

Hancock was useful and good company, helping out where he could and making small talk with you. Not to mention that he was supplying you with a different kind of drug every day. They don’t have that stuff in Vaults…

Last night, the both of you got high as hell in the home you bought with hard-earned caps here, in Diamond City. It was mostly a box, so you decided to illegally expand it with galvanized square steel and eco-friendly wood veneers. So, after the finished construction - that lasted four days with the cheap and friendly workforce including Little John (Hancock) and yourself -, the two of you decided to celebrate.

He plopped down onto the mattress - the construction fee was too much for you to spend even more caps on a normal bed -, resting his back against the wall. You popped open a bottle of Nuka-Cola, taking your place on the mattress next to him.

“So, how do ya like it?” He asks, taking a Jet out of his pocket.

“So far so good,” you reply with a sigh.

“That’s all? Not ‘I love this place more than the Vault’?”

“I do like it more than the Vault, cause you’re here.”

He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up.

“That’s good.”

“That’s all? Not ‘Wow I, too, am really glad that I’ve got you and get to share Jet with you and that you defended me from that Deathclaw’?”

He lets out a slight chuckle, hanging his head low. 

“Thank you, then. For these past few days I’ve spent with you. Never thought I would find anybody who would accept me as their companion.”

© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

[dez78]

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.

[radrat-pack]

Another small Hancock blurb bc I do love my little raisin man and I also love chems :)

CHEM USE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH!!!

i feel like Hancock is a big recreational chems kinda guy, hence why he likes things like Jet and Mentats. I can imagine the cool sting of Jet as he inhales, then exhales, eyes drifting to the ceiling fan as he tilts his head back, hat resting on his chest. It’s a faint buzz through his body and for a moment all of his stress and thoughts freeze, and he can finally breathe.

The Mentats help him focus if he’s working on some kind of project. cooking up a plan to improve Goodneighbor, to help his people the best he can. I also imagine that he likes to read when he’s on Mentats. it helps him focus a bit more on what he’s reading, and honestly, John will read just about anything he can get his wrinkly little hands on that won’t crumble when he does. He especially likes history books, and with the elevated clarity of the chems, he’s locked in and learning. That’s why he says they’re his favorite, they “make him feel smart”

My sole survivor (James), however is a much more performance based chem user. When a fight gets a bit too rough and he’s running low on ammo, he hides away for just a moment. and what does he do exactly? he’s dry swallowing a Buffout pill and shooting that Psycho right into his thigh. The adrenaline that courses through him puts a wild look in his eyes as he flashes a sharp smile at John before rushing the scene again. Sometimes it scares the shit out the ghoul, seeing the much bigger man rush out into combat like that, violent and crazed. He tears through his enemies, rushing forward with his crooked blade and slices and stabs. James is vicious and brutal as he cuts his enemies down. Snarling and growling as he fights whoever dares to shoot at him first, or worse, attack John.

When the fight is over, James can still feel the rush of the chems, ever fleeting in his system as he and John clean themselves up. Ranting about the battle and the sheer audacity of the enemy to even try and lay a hand on his ghoul. He’s wired and jittery and has far too much energy to settle down for the night quite yet….

It’s good thing John knows how to bring someone down from that kinda high ;)

[bonesxbows]

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Hancock x Reader)

My Masterlist

There's a radstorm brewing, and you and Hancock need to find shelter, fast. there's a place nearby that'll work, but it's awfully cramped, and the thunder isn't comforting

(WARNINGS) - fear of thunderstorms - anxiety and fear behaviors - slight panic attack - minor drinking mentioned

had a small fallout 4 obsession a bit back, so enjoy this spur of a fic that came out of it!

reblogs and comments appreciated!

hope you enjoy!!

Banners by @strangergraphics

The surrounding area was filled with a roaring *crack* as a thread of green lightning pierced through the commonwealth sky, warning everyone of the impending storm. 

The noise had caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks to look up at the sky, just in time to catch a glimpse of the sickly green light fading away as quickly as it had arrived. Hancock caught up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he also saw the green flash of light. 

“Looks like a radstorm’s brewing.” He spoke softly since he was so close to you. He didn’t seem all that concerned about the storm, however. 

“Hm. We need to find shelter before it gets worse.” You scanned the horizon for something, anything that could be used to wait out the rads. Hancock followed suit, looking on the other side of the abandoned street. 

“What about a tipped-over train car?” Hancock asked, pointing to a nearby train station that still had a few train cars littering the area. One was tipped over on its side, its top hatch exposed to the vines and foliage that tried to reclaim the car. As much as you didn’t like the idea of spending the night in a rusting 200-year-old train car, the threatening clap of thunder that shook the sky reminded you that you didn’t have much of a choice. 

“Looks like it’s all we got, come on.” You rushed forward towards the train station, Hancock following closely behind. You sent your rifle down next to the hatch and tried to pry it open. When it wouldn’t budge you quickly found out why; vines had grown around the handle, holding it shut. Hancock also noticed the vines and wordlessly handed you his knife, to which you made quick work of the foliage with. You acted as quickly as you could without accidentally cutting yourself, and by the time you were able to pry the door open, the sky was already beginning to change color. 

“Go!” Was all Hancock said as the wind gusts grew stronger all around. You grabbed your rifle and tumbled into the train car with Hancock no more than 2 steps behind. He slammed the hatch shut against the wind once the two of you were inside. You could feel the gusts rock the car slightly, and more thunder rumbled the ground. But the two of you were safe and away from the rads.

The train car had been used as a shelter by another wastelander, the recently lit oil lamp and bedroll made that apparent. Thankfully though, it didn’t look like anyone or anything had died inside. You crawled over to the bedroll to inspect it and it seemed relatively clean. Nothing but a new layer of dirt covered the top, to which you just brushed off the best you could. It would have to do, you didn’t exactly have any other options at the moment. 

“Not exactly the coziest place to spend the night, huh?” Hancock struck up a conversation, pulling out a half-empty bottle of whiskey from your abandoned backpack you had tossed on the ground. He made himself comfortable near the bedroll, outstretching his legs and crossing his ankles. 

“Yeah well, I’d take spending a night in here over becoming a ghoul any day.” You lightheartedly joked, using the knife you still had from Hancock to slice open the top of a can of potato crisps. You popped one in your mouth and spun the knife around in your palm, handing it back to Hancock handle-first. 

“Fair enough.” Was his only response as he took another swig from his bottle, grabbing the knife from your hand and pocketing it within his jacket. 

The two of you had been in the train car for a few hours, or so the time on your pip-boy told you so, but the storm didn’t sound like it was stopping any time soon. Thunder still rocked the ground and strong gusts of wind still shook the train car. 

Hancock had finished what little was left in the bottle a while ago, resorting to just falling asleep right where he was. 

Which left you alone, by yourself, in a dimly lit shaky train car surrounded by crashing thunder and pounding radiation. 

To say you were on edge would’ve been an understatement. 

You had tried to relax on the long-abandoned bedroll, but ultimately you stayed sitting up, pulling your knees into your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. The wind howled around you and you felt the next clap of the thunder in your bones. 

You tried to even out your breathing, tried to tell yourself that you were being scared over nothing, tried to coax yourself to just roll over and fall asleep. But just when you were debating whether to fall asleep or not, a particularly loud roar of thunder made you jump, protesting against any thought of sleep. You could feel your heart rate pick up and your body ached for something stable. 

Hancock was softly snoring away, unaware of your panic crisis. And right now you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms, a place where you felt warm and safe. 

“Hancock?” You loudly whispered. You stopped and rubbed your hands on your upper arms, unsure of yourself. Would he be upset that you woke him up? No, no he wouldn’t want you to sit here and suffer...right? 

“Hancock!” You spoke a little louder. Maybe it was fruitless trying to get help from him at this hour. He seemed dead to the world. But then you saw his fingers start to twitch around the bottle he was still holding. 

“Hm?” He lowly hummed, his eyes flickering open. The rest of his body twitching to life. 

“Hancock?” You said again, this time knowing he was hearing you. 

“Sunshine? What’s a matter? Ugh...what time is it?” 

“I...um…” you recoiled, glancing at the time on your pip-boy. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to wake him up…

But then another boom of thunder rolled through the train car, startling you and making you jump. 

“Hey...you okay?” He asked. He may have been half asleep, but he still noticed when you jumped at the noise of the thunder. 

You were going to tell him no, explain what the problem was, but the sound of the wind picking up outside and the way it howled against the metal container made you lose your words. So instead you just shook your head, holding onto your knees tighter and curling in on yourself. 

Hancock wasn’t stupid though and could tell what the problem was as another bout of thunder shook the train car and you jumped again at the sound. He set the bottle that was still in his hands to the side and crawled over towards you. He sat cross-legged next to you, facing your balled-up form. You uncurled slightly to look at him, and he held out a hand. 

“Come ‘ere.” Was all he said, so you took his hand. He pulled you closer to him, situating the two of you so that you were in his lap with your limbs wrapped around him and his arms around you. 

You melted into him, the warmth he radiated soothing your frazzled nerves. He held you close, letting one hand tangle itself into your hair. His head fell into the crook of your neck and you placed your cheek on his shoulder. 

“It’s just a storm, sunshine.” He mumbled. You hummed in understanding, listening to his breathing slow down as he fell asleep again, the two of you tangled around each other.

Maybe it was the storm that had you so rattled, maybe it was the feeling of being alone. Or maybe it was the confinement of the train car. Whatever it had been, it didn’t matter anymore. The feeling of Hancock’s embrace was soothing enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

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[hancocksbestgirl]

i think my fic's biggest divergence from canon is making mcdonalds exist, pre war at least, so that Deacon can constantly call Hancock "Mayor McCheese" when they're in a room together

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

Rubber Toys & Fun

+18 if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary: Hancock and Reader find an old toy factory, and they find something unexpected. Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, toy kink.

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You are walking for hours, your feet are hurting so badly that you fear they're bleeding.

At your side, your companion Hancock continues to sigh, clearly tired as you are.

A large building reveals itself from between the debris of two big skyscrapers.

The Insignia says "Rub__er Toy_ & F_n", it's a rusty mess, and some letters missing.

It seems safe enough, empty even, with no Raiders or supermutants in sight.

You enter and the nauseating smell of burned rubber attacks your nose, John however doesn't seem bothered and you envy his lack of smell.

"What the hell was this place?" You ask, trying to open a closed door.

Hancock rummages through some desks in the Hall before finding a working terminal, "They produced rubber toys, you know...rubber ducks, squeaky toys for dogs and all those sorts of things"

"That's why this place is empty" you murmur, "There's nothing of value here"

"At least we have a place to rest for a bit" Hancock adds.

You manage to open that door, revealing a big room with machinery for mass production.

On the conveyor belts, there are ducks of all shapes and colours, toy aliens and other everyday objects.

You wander into the dusty old factory, John following you.

As you enter the farthest area which looks like a dedicated shipping area, there are trucks parked in long rows and crates upon crates of goods ready to be shipped.

Hancock forces open one of them, with a big red X on one side, and he whistles and laughs, "What?" You ask.

"Well, this is unexpected" he giggled, "Come and see"

You approach him, and he looks into some opened crates  Inside them, there was a rich assortment of sex toys, from dildos to vibrators and cock rings and many more.

You blush vigorously and step away.

"Uh... hehe...well, that's... nice...but useless" you stammer.

Hancock can't help but laugh, "Useless? We could use some of these!" he smiles.

"Imagine all the fun we could have!" You look at him, disbelief in your eyes.

"Hancock..." you say, shaking your head "We don't have time for that..."

"Oh come on!" he insists, holding up a large strap-on dildo.

You sigh, heavily.

"Look, we need to find food, water...things like that. Not toys for our... private time." You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool.

You can't help but feel a stirring between your legs as you think about the possibility of using those toys, it would be nice to have some release but the thought seems so absurd that you try to repress it.

John looks at you with the most incredible puppy eyes an adult ghoulified man could ever manage to do.

You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the growing wetness between your legs.

"Goddammit...alright! Take the ones you like most, don't take everything. We need to travel light." 

Hancock looks at you, a playful grin on his face. "Alright, you're the boss." He takes a few items, and you don't dare to look at what he chooses. "These'll do fine for now." 

You turn around, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. The last thing you need is for him to know how turned on you are right now.

For a brief moment, your mind drifted away to the lewd image of Hancock squirming on a large dildo.

Fuck.

As much as you try to deny It to yourself, you like John. He's smart, he's reckless and passional, he loves to help people without asking for something in return and he has a charm that's hard to resist.

His look doesn't bother you at all, you find him oddly fascinating, handsome even.

You are so gone for him.

Exploring the factory a bit more you find a room with a few mattresses scattered around. It looks like it might be used as a shelter for the factory workers or someone else in the past centuries.

You head over to them and start pushing some debris aside to clear a space for you and Hancock to sleep.

"We should take turns on watch," You say to him.

Hancock nods in agreement. "I'll take the first watch, you get some rest." He says, looking around the room. "There's not much activity in this area, but I'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

You lie down on one of the beds, trying to ignore the discomfort of the old mattress. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional creak of rusty springs as Hancock shifts his weight.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep. 

Your dreams are filled with images of the world before the apocalypse: people laughing, cars driving, stores filled with food, your old job and colleagues. You find yourself missing those simple things.

Suddenly, you are awoken by the sound of something.

It's not loud, but it's definitely not normal. You sit up, looking around the dark room, your eyes adapting to the scarce light, trying to figure out where it's coming from.

That's when you notice Hancock, his pants around his ankles. He's grunting and moaning softly as he thrusts his hips.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously, and a wet sound fills the air with each thrust.

He's obviously jerking off.

You blush, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

Clearing your throat, you try to get Hancock's attention. "Uhm...Ehm... John?" you call him.

Hancock jumps at the sound of your voice, his hand going to hide something in his bag. He looks around wildly, then sees you sitting up on the bed. "Oh, uh... hey," he says sheepishly. "I didn't mean to wake you." 

You blush even deeper. "It's... it's alright," you manage to say. "I just... thought I should let you know I believe it's my turn to watch now." You try to sound casual, but you're not sure if you succeed.

You could set fire to the damn mattress.

Hancock nods, taking a deep breath. "Right. Yeah. Of course." He pulls up his pants, wincing as the movement causes his cock to brush against his clothes "Sorry about that. I guess I got a little...uhm carried away."

You can't help but be curious about what he hid. If he was not using his hand, what was he using?

"Uhm, no worries...does that feel good? What you were...using?" you ask, trying to sound normal about It.

It's Hancock's turn to blush.

"Well, I found this..." he says, holding up a fleshlight. "I didn't know what it was at first, but I figured it out pretty quick." He looks sheepish again. "It feels good, yeah."

You nod, unable to hide your interest any longer. "Do you..." You clear your throat. "Do you want to... show it to me?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. 

You know what a fleshlight is, even if you haven't ever seen one up close.

Hancock looks at you, surprise flickering across his features. "Uh... sure?" he says hesitantly.

He hands you the fleshlight, unsure of what to expect.

Taking it from him, you inspect it closely. It's soft and pliable, and filled with some sort of lubricant.

You hand it back to him, giving him a shy smile. "Why... don't you show me?"

The question slips from your brain to your mouth and you curse to yourself, that's not something you should ask a friend.

Hancock's eyes go wide and for a moment you fear he could push you away and simply insult you.

Then takes the fleshlight back, nodding.

He unfastens his pants again, letting out a content sight as he frees himself from the confinement of his now damp thigh underwear.

You can't take your eyes away from his length, even in the dim light of your Pip-boy, you see the size of it.

It's stupidly thick, not very long and scarred like the rest of his skin, and a part of your brain asks if that means he feels less or more than normal.

John positions the fleshlight over his cock, guiding it slowly onto his shaft. There's a wet, sucking sound as it seals around him, and he lets out a moan of pleasure. "Like that," he whispers, beginning to thrust up and down.

You watch, mesmerized by the sight of him using it. The fleshlight is designed to mimic the feel of a tight pussy, and it seems to be doing it wonderfully.

Hancock's hips move faster now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that feels good," he mutters.

He looks over at you with glassy eyes "God, I wish..." His voice trails off as he bit his lip.

You decide to encourage him, to see where this goes. "Tell me what you wish," you whisper, reaching for his cheek and caressing it.

Hancock looks down, squeezing his eyes shut "I wish this was you" he confesses. 

Your heart skips more than a bit, and you swallow hard, maybe your ears are playing tricks on you, "You want it to be me?" You ask, incredulous.

His movements become more erratic. "God yes," he whimpers, looking at you this time. "I want to feel you around me, feel your tight..." He closes his eyes again, grinding against the fleshlight. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

You watch as his face contorts, his entire body tensing. "Cum for me," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Cum in there like you would cum inside me." 

Hancock's orgasm is sudden and powerful, his entire body jerking as he cries out.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shots into the fleshlight until it is so full of it that it runs down the edges, I drip it down his pants, leaving it slick and sticky. He collapses onto the bed, gasping for air.

After a few moments, he looks up at you. "I'm sorry," he says, both hands covering his face in shame. "I didn't mean to... to suggest anything like that."

You nod, your heart still racing from the hottest sight you ever witness, "It's okay," you say,

"It was just... a fantasy, I guess." You force a smile, trying to make it look casual. 

Hancock nods, sitting up and pulling himself together. "Well," he says, looking back at the fleshlight with guilt. "I guess I should clean this up." He stands up, awkwardly tucking himself away, and heads for a nearby bathroom.

You sit there on the bed, heart pounding in your chest, trying to make sense of what just happened. Was that real? Did he really want it to be you? And what does it mean, if he did?

As Hancock returns from the bathroom, he looks at you, his expression unreadable.

"Listen," he begins. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I shouldn't have... I mean, I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's okay, really," you say, forcing a smile. "We all have our fantasies... it's just something to make us go..." You hope the words sound convincing. "Let's just put it behind us, okay?"

Hancock nods slowly, but you can tell he's not convinced at all.

As the tension in the air begins to ease, you realize that your palms are sweaty. And the worst part? You can feel the wetness in your panties, and you're sure your pants are stained too.

You curse your body's betrayal, wishing you could make it go away. But as you sit there, you can see that Hancock has noticed as well.

His eyes flick down to your crotch, and then back up to meet yours. 

"You okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah," you manage to choke out. "I'm fine."

Hancock hesitates for a moment, then moves closer to you. "You don't have to hide it," he whispers. "We've all been there."

"I...I know. This is not the right moment, tho" you lie to him.

There's something unspoken in John's eyes, you want to know what he's thinking as he sits next to you, and you understand he's asking for permission.

As his fingers slide beneath your pants and the fabric of your panties, you feel yourself trembling.

"A little help, mh?" He whispers in your ear "Like you did for me"

His touch is soft and gentle as he caresses you, you bite your lip and nod.

"It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to," he says.

It feels so good, you close your eyes, unable to resist the sensations any longer.

You grasp at the lapel of his redingote, pulling him towards you, your hands slip on his cheeks as you kiss him for the first time.

You grow wetter and more needy. Your hips begin to move on their own, searching for more contact against his hand. 

"John...more. More please" you whimper.

His fingers find your clit and circle it expertly. You cry out, your body arching, but it's not enough.

"Fuck," you gasp, your head spinning, and the room seems to shift. "I need more."

He pulls away, eyes locked on yours. "Want a toy?" he asks, "Because I...took some for you..."

Your mind reels as you process what he's just said, your body, however, has already decided.

It aches for release, for something more than just his hand on you.

You nod mutely, not able to speak.

He goes to his bag, pulling out a ridged glass dildo. He hands it to you, but you shake your head.

"No," you croak out, "You use it on me." The words are out before you can stop them, and you feel a flash of embarrassment wash over you.

But the need for release is too strong, and you find yourself throwing your pride out of the window.

With rapid motions, you remove your boots and clothes and return to the mattress.

You spread your legs some more, Hancock's eyes widen in surprise, but then he smirks and takes hold of the dildo, positioning it at your entrance.

"Nice and slow, sister." He murmurs against your lips.

Slowly, he pushes it inside you, and you moan at the sensation of being filled so completely.

He begins to thrust, aiming the dildo against your G-spot with each stroke. 

"Did you take... a ridged one because...?" you say between moans. 

Your eyes meet Hancock's, and you see the amusement in his gaze. "Because, It looks a little like mine, yes" He answers as he thrusts deeper, "I guess I liked the idea of you using it"

Your body is on fire, and as he continues to fuck you with the dildo, your orgasm building. You grip the mattress, digging your nails into the fabric as you feel yourself coming undone. 

Your hips buck up, meeting his thrusts, urging him on.

You cry out, your back arches and you throw your head back. Wave after wave of ecstasy curses through your body, making you tense tight around the toy.

A hot liquid spurts from your core, coating his hand and the bed beneath you.

John watches you in awe "Yes," he groans, "Like that." 

He doesn't stop, continuing to piston the toy inside you, he pushes deeper, harder, driving you over the edge again. 

You scream his name, your body arching off the bed, the pleasure too much to bear. 

As your muscles relax, he pulls the toy free, his fingers still coated in your fluids. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you, and a shudder runs through you at the realization of what you've just done.

Hancock's eyes meet yours for a moment, and then he leans in, pressing his lips to your folds. His tongue darts out, tasting you as he laps at your fluids. 

His tongue flicks and swirls, licking up every drop of your cum, leaving your skin slick and glistening with saliva.

"John," you gasp, the pleasure building within you once more.

"I love you," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the wet sounds he's making.

You're not entirely sure where the words come from, but as soon as they leave your lips, you feel a weight lift from your chest. 

They feel so right, like coming home from a long journey.

Hancock pauses for a moment, his eyes searching yours, he smiles, and then leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate, possessive kiss. 

As he kisses you, his hand finds its way back between your legs, stroking you gently, soothingly. 

When at last you pull away, gasping for air, Hancock's eyes are still fixed on yours. 

"I love you too," he whispers, his voice hoarse and raw. "I truly do." 

"Make love to me," you whisper, your voice shaking with emotion. "Please."

Hancock's expression softens, he pulls away, sitting up on the bed, and gently guides you into his lap. 

His hands move to your hips, steadying you as he lines himself up with your entrance. John looks up at you, searching your eyes for permission. 

He pushes inside you, slowly at first, then with more force when he finds you meet his thrusts. The air is filled with the slap of flesh against flesh, of the moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Oh God, John," you moan, arching your back as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. Your nails scrape down his back, and Hancock sadly knows they won't last for long.

He leans forward, capturing one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking hungrily as he fucks you.

"Is it...like you dreamed?" You ask, your breath hot against his neck.

Hancock groans, his hips moving faster "No," he growls, "It's better. God, you feel so good. So tight." He thrusts harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen, "Aah! John!" you cry out, your body tensing around him as your orgasm washes over you. 

Hancock follows close behind, his eyes rolling back in his head as he releases himself deep inside you, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place.

You can feel it, the warmth spreading as he fills you to the brim.

At last, he collapses forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder and you hold him close, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heart against your skin. 

"Taking those sex toys wasn't a bad idea after all" you chuckle breathlessly.

Hancock, nuzzes his face into your neck. "No, it wasn't." His hands move up your back, caressing your shoulder blades. "But I don't think I'll ever need them again. Not as long as I have you."

It's romantic in some kind of way.

"Mh, not even that big vibrator?" You joke.

"Well, now that you mention it..." He grins playfully, his fingers teasing your skin. "Maybe there are one or two things I wouldn't mind trying with you." His voice lowers, becoming husky.

You smile, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I'm sure we can." You gaze up at him, wondering if this is happening. 

It feels like a good dream, too good to be true. 

But as you look into his black eyes, you know that's more real than anything that happened in your life.

Hancock leans in, kissing you, his tongue slides against yours, and you sigh softly into his mouth.

You shift your weight and that's when you remember he's still inside you, not softening a bit.

"John..." You breathe, feeling the familiar ache beginning to build inside you once more. "I think I'm ready for round two." 

His eyes darken and he smiles, his hand moving to your hip, guiding you to lift your hips. He pulls out slowly, letting you feel the cold air on your slick skin only to pull you down fast.

"I think I can manage that," he says, grinning. 

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Notes: Sorry, this wasn't very long. I wrote it in an hour while waiting for my turn at my Doctor's clinic 😅

Should I write chapter 2?

[lilacretrograde]

Please continue this trend, the content is fire 🔥

[emptyjunior]

One time a few years ago when I had food poisoning I was trapped in bed all day, obviously feeling terrible not wanting to move but not really able to sleep, so I read fanfiction the whole time, specifically John Hancock fallout fanfiction and I did that until I felt better.

And then like a year after that I had another stomach bug thing, and I remembered last time while I was waiting it out and looked up Hancock fanfiction again and read it again until I was better.

And I have endo, so often I have waves of nausea where I gotta just go lie down and wait it out. And to distract myself I ended up always going and reading John Hancock fanfic.

And anyways, I Just had a couple days where I was busy and missed some sleep, messed my body up a bit and got hit with a wave of dizzy/nausea, first thing I do is rush to google and open up the John Hancock ao3 tab and felt immediately better just seeing the Title Page.

And then realised what I'd done on instinct, didn't even go for the nausea pills I have in my bag, a calming tea, a water or anything😭 Just right to the Mayor of Goodneighbour, what do ya think of that pavlov😭

So anyways, thank you Mr mayor, I'm sorry I hardwired my body to associate you with illness, please keep granting me RAD immunity