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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hans Capon/Henry Characters: Henry (Kingdom Come: Deliverance), Hans Capon Additional Tags: After "For whom the bell tolls", Nightmares, Comfort, subconscious yerning Summary:

Hans has a nightmare and seeks Henry for (secret) comfort.

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Played Kingdom Come Deliverence II and am now playing the first (yes I have a bad habit of playing games out of order) I’m not far in the first but far enough to see how different Hans treats Henry when they first meet.

And it got me thinking, who did Hans have as a best friend before Henry. Sure he has his townsfolk who he drinks with but are they really his friends. Plus Hans mentions that he spent his childhood mostly learning and being chased by scribes.

At least Henry has friends, even if they are delinqunts, he had people, and without a noble title to have people fein friendship.

Hans meeting his match finely when a peasant like Henry dosen’t take his shit and fires it right back at him I think is what Hans ends up coming to appreciate the most. He mentions he gets treated like a delicate flower and how much it bothers him, but then there is Henry who is ready to shove his foot up his ass the moment he has the audacity to be a clown.

I think Hans subconsciously at first is grateful for Henry because he is the first person who isn’t afraid to swing at him. 

Henry is probably the first and only person who Hans realizes he is allowed to be open and vulnerable with without being Judged/scolded

Which is why I think if you romance Hans in KCD2 it makes the end scene so much better.

At one point, Hans believed he couldn’t lose anything, and then suddenly, he might lose everything.

His only real bestfriend (and more if you choose that path)

I hurt my own feelings thinking about how lonely Hans must really have been, before. How terrified Hans must have been at the prospect of Henry not returning, because Henry is the only one who truely see’s him.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Andarateia Cantori/Viago de Riva/Rook Characters: Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori Additional Tags: Frottage, Vaginal Sex, Morning Sex, Teia on top Summary:

"It's good to see Viago energized." "When have I ever not been energized? "Only after certain mornings." "Only after certain evenings."

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Finally finished the outline for this Teia/Viago fic.

I'm hoping to have it done by this weekend ✨️

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It makes so much more sense why Viago ignored Lucanis' flirting gift when you read "Eight Little Talons" because this man's got PHHHHAT heart eyes for Teia. This man's trousers are TIGHT.

He hates his skin exposed but if it's Teia twirling his hair, he's all Tee-hee

Viago is so SWEATY

This short story was an absolute FEAST for me and oh the fic I am cooking up rn

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Unfortunately/fortunately I am so amused by the thought that Spite is able to take control of lucanus's hands and or arms at times. He might not be able to get all of lucanas while he is awake but he is able now and then to use lucanus's hands against him. In which case when Lucanus is telling Spite no, Spite takes control of his hands and pokes him in the eyes or pulls Lucanis hair. Along those lines.

It's nothing if not just an inconvenience and an annoyance for lucanas. Which of course becomes entertainment for the rest of the party when lucanas is fighting one hand with the other and nobody can hear Spike arguing except Lucanus.

Also bonus points when Spite takes control of exactly one of lucanus' feet and trips him while he's walking.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Viago de Riva Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Viago de Riva Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Frottage, Younger Lucanis, Younger Viago, crotch grinding Summary:

In a universe where Viago accepts Lucanis' gift

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Viago/Lucanis Teaser

Oh! Oh how I have been thinking about this fic all day... So I started the outline. Have a taste,

Im still going, 4 pages of outline and Im still not done

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Just The Spot

Rook discovers the sensitive spot one night while they and Lucanis are in Arlathan one night. Perhaps a little before or early into their relationship.

They camp by a lake illuminated by hundreds of fireflies. It's rather beautiful, and the way the water reflects its glow against Rooks body and face, oh, he's starting to steam. Sheepishly, he turns, but at that moment, Rook reaches out and touches the space between his shoulder blades.

The hair on the back of his neck is rising, and he feels a jolt crack through his spine. It causes Lucanis to jump in place.

Unintentionally, Spite's wings pop out, hitting Rook and knocking them backward into the water.

A hundred apologies later, Lucanis helps Rook up. His cheeks are bright red, and he babbles as Rook takes his hands and leads him deeper into the water. When they are shoulder-deep, Rook holds onto Lucanis' shoulders.

On dry land, Spite hops around, yelling at Lucanis to tell Rook to do it again

Or alternatively,

One night, while Lucanis is resting against Rook's chest, Rook learns that Lucanis has a sensitive spot between his shoulder blades. The exact place that separated Spite's wings.

When Rook presses their fingers into the muscle, they hear Lucanis grunt. A few strokes and the assassin is butter against them. Lucanis' eyes peek open every few minutes, and Rook can see them flickering a faint pink.

Ah, a weak point for them both.

Rook isn't sure who is enjoying it more, Spite or Lucanis. Sometimes, Spite will manifest his wings, but one will hang limp over the chaise and the other half folded between Lucanis and the chaise backrest.

It's a nightly ritual, and Rook doesn't mind because Lucanis rests his head on Rook's shoulder. He always takes in a deep breath of them and sighs contently. Eventually, when Lucanis falls asleep, Rook finds comfort in listening to his deep slumbering breaths.

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Lucanis & Spite sleepwalk headcanon

I am so happy to see we are all on the same Brainrot level of believing Spite will walk Lucanis to Rook's room because Lucanis is taking too long.

Here's my take:

Spite is annoyed with Lucanis after the attempted and flubbed kiss. He hopes around Lucanis on the balcony berating him for not going for it. Because of this, Spite takes matters into his own demonic hands.

For the next few days, Spite purposely is quiet in Lucanis’ mind and presence. Because of this, Lucanis isn’t as focused as he normally would be and while he standing trying to prepare some veggies, his eyes grow heavier and heavider. They close, and a second later reopen with Spite giggling to himself.

Lucanis startles awake with his hand on Rooks’ room door handle. He is momonterily confused before gritting his teeth.

“Spite” He growls out in a low tone before turning back around and heading back to his pantry.

Unfortunately for Lucanis, Spite continues his silent plan, getting Lucanis again a few days later.

This time, Lucanis wakes, eyes blurry, and he blinks them into focus to see the back of Rooks head.

He stiffens, realizing he’s laying down on the chase, their bodies not quite touching, but close enough that he can hear Rook’s sleeping breaths.

He wants to jump back, but it might startle rook awake, so he does what he does best and moves as smooth as an assassin only could.

He thanks the maker he has the ability to make his footfalls silent as he scurries from Rook’s room. All the while his heart is pounding and his face feels hot.

“Stop doing that!” 

“No…”

It takes Spite a little longer to take control as Lucanis is wise to his goal now. But sleep inevitably calls.

Again, he wakes laying on the chase, this time, one arm is lazially slung over Rook’s waist. He is close enough this time to smell Rook’s gentle scent.

He gets up again, but as he turned toward the door, he pauses and looks over his shoulder.

Rook, still asleep, looks incredible with the glittering light from the fishtank draping them. Their features are soft, and their hair slightly covering their face.

Lucanis turners and stands at the chases side a moment before reaching a hand down and brushing the hair from Rook’s face.

“Lay down.” Spite’s voice is but a whisper. He knows Spite can feel how badly he want’s too, and he feels how hard it is to turn away as Spite tries to keep him in place.

It isn’t until the third time that he wakes up with Rook oon the chase that he realizes something is different. He dosen’t see the back of Rook’s head, and he feels warmer than usual.

It takes him a moment to realize Rook is tucked against his chest, head under his chin.

As he tries to quietly pull away, his shirt collar is tugged. He didn’t realize Rook had curled their fingers into his shirt.

“Stay.”

“Stay.” 

He feels warm breath on his neck as Rook’s voice grits out groggily.

Lucanis is frozen, wondering is Rook can feel his heart about to burst out of his chest. He blinks a few times before finally lifting his arm and draping it over Rook, letting his hand splay across their back.

He sighs, his heavy eyes glancing up to see Spite with his elbows on the top of the chase. His chin is in his hands and he has the largest Shit-eating grin Lucanis has ever seen.

He takes in a deep breath and sighs, allowing his eyes to close.

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison Characters: Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, sex worker Gabriel, Flustered Jack, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Knotting, Creampies, aftercare and comfort/fluff, mentions of mpreg, Mutual Pining, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation, jack is bad at flirting, Jack can't get the D and just needs some assistance, Praise Kink, emotional jack, Multiple Orgasms Summary:

An Omega without an Alpha, Jack spends his heats alone until finally, one day, he doesn't have to.

I have gone through and edited every single chapter of this fic AND EXTENDED THE ENDING. There are also other additions sprinkled throughout the story.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Sole Survivor/Vault-Tec Representative Characters: Vault-Tec Representative, Nora (Fallout), Female Sole Survivor (Fallout) Additional Tags: pinning, Vaginal Fingering, Mutual Pining, Praise Kink, irradiated creampies, Enthusiastic Consent, Body Worship Summary:

A promise is kept, and two lonely souls intertwine.

Part of the RadxRomance gift exchange 

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Those of you who are following me from the Transformers fandom: I know I posted the last chapter of Wrecker Babies in October during tfcon and it was under the guise that the story was complete.... but I realized I never wrote a chapter of them sledding.... as I used to do holiday special chapters I think a December chapter being dedicated to going sledding would actually be really cute.

Soooooo... Wrecker Babies will be updating with another chapter this December.

( Unfortunately, Kup and I are not attending tfcon Baltimore this year )

For those of you following me for Fallout content I am in fact currently participating in a Fallout secret Santa gift exchange and within the next two week my work will be revealed fully.

But I do have a Nick Valentine/John Hancock whump thing I'm cooking. I'm just unfortunately a lot busier than I used to be so my posting of fics has regressed to a snails pace. But in the long run I am working on stuff!!!

Super open to suggestions for F04 and Fallout prime fics rn!

Fallout Fandom, thank you for all the love I've gotten since joining ❤️

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I turning 31 this October and I am pretty sure I've been writing fanfiction since I was 12. Me and naruto, kakashi, and rock lee were really piling on the Fanfictions on deviantART and fanfiction.net. granted I've had a couple Gap years where I didn't write but every once in awhile I get the call to write and I must answer.

Like a fine wine, my writing has only gotten better with age.

“thirty year olds writing fanfic is weird…” I hate to be the one to break this to you friend. but your favourite manga was literally written by a forty year old man

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Some Nick Valentine going on a first Date headcannons. (Can be anybody you desire)

Nick is anxious for his first date. What to wear? All he has is his usual detective attire. He spends the next few days scavenging anything he can find in the usual abandoned houses. Sometimes he gets lucky and finds a decent shirt that isn’t stained or torn. He even gets lucky and finds a few ties fallen at the backs of damaged wardrobes.

He spends hours swapping one tie to the next in front of a mirror, not sure exactly which one looks best. The red one? No no maybe this black one, but wait it has a small tear in it. How about this striped blue one? Hmm too bright. And he continues to rotate through them. 

He does the exact same with the shirt he finds but makes no effort to find a different hat.

Finding an undamaged coat of anykind was practically impossible unless he went into a vault, and he wasn’t too interested in getting stuck again so his current coat would have to do.

Nick is nervous and taps the side of his whisky glass with his metallic fingers unconciously as he waits. An ashtray full of burned down cigarettes sits by his glass. He chainsmokes when he’s anxious.

When his date arrives, he stands and pulls out their stool for them.

It’s awkward at first because Nick has a tendency to try too hard but he settles over time.

When he gets flustered, he pulls the drim of his hat down to hide his face, but only for a moment. 

He walks his date home like a proper gentleman, and when he gets an appreciative kiss on the cheek, he swears his hat pops off.

He spends the night at his desk, a dopy smile on his face and the palm of  his good hand pressed against the cheek that was kissed.

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just finished reading Third Gear ooh boi, valencock is inscribed in my soul, i ship these stupid fucks so hard

While I was playing Fallout 4 I happen to have Nick Valentine with me while I entered good neighbor and they're interactions with one another Had Me Like... what if I push them together and made them kiss

And I'm rubbing my little hands together because I've got other things formulating in my little brain already.

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John Hancock/Nick Valentine "Third Gear: Chpt 2" +18

Read on A03 - Chapter One

Word Count: 3,139

Chapter 2/2

John Hancock/ Nick Valentine

It was a chilly early fall evening. The sun was only starting to go down over Goodneighbor's horizon. As nightfall drew near, the sky slowly shifted from a light blue to a deep orange and purple.

            A thick cloud of jet hissed past Hancock’s teeth as he leaned back against his balcony. Sighing contently when he felt the head rush swirl around his brain and radiate down to his core, he sagged contently. 

            It had been three days since he had snuck into Diamond City to confront Nick about his sneaking around. Three long and tedious days without seeing the synth since, and he was half wondering if he should make a second stealth mission back. Nick’s flustered face had parked itself firmly in the back of his mind, popping up during quiet moments of his day. They had been welcomed thoughts, often leaving Hancock with a cheesy grin that Farenheight called him out on. 

            As Hancock turned and bent over the balcony, he lazily let his eyes wander the random people sprinkled around the streets. Flicking from person to person, he yawned, his attention suddenly snapping straight when his eyes zoned in on a familiar hat, coat, and crooked tie.

            Nick was standing on the sidewalk at the corner of the street, conversing with two of Hancock’s ghoul guards. He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but he could hear them exchange a laugh before Nick parted ways. He walked casually along the sidewalk, hands in his pockets as he made his way to the Memory Den. Upon entering, Hancock smirked and trained his attention on the double doors. He was patient for the first two minutes, but as time ticked on, he became antsy. An agonizingly long twenty minutes later, the Memory Den’s doors creaked open. Nick stepped out and let the door swing closed slowly behind himself. At first, his face was obscured by the brim of his hat, but as he moved to the corner of the sidewalk, he looked up.

            Golden eyes wandered up the side of the state house until they reached the balcony. There, he met Hancock’s voided eyes. 

            Above, still leaning his arms against the banister, Hancock extended a hand, palm up, and beckoned Nick with a single finger.

            Come here.

            Nick stepped off the curb, reaching up and tipping his hat downward slightly to hide his sheepish grin at Hancock’s gesture. He hurried across the street, making his way to the main doors of the State House.

            As Hancock entered back into the state house and closed the French doors leading to the balcony, he smirked when he heard the soft wrap of knuckles on his door.

            “It’s open,” He calls out and spins on his heels to face his guest as they enter. As expected, Nick enters and closes the door behind himself with a soft click. 

            “Everything alright?” Hancock asked with a raised brow as Nick walked into the center of the room. 

            “Why? Worried about me?” Nick chuckles before continuing, “I was just following up with Amari, letting her know everything has been… er… working as intended.” His gaze wandered slightly, bashful. “Everything is fine.”

            “Oh good,” Hancock snorts, “I was starting to think I scared you off after the other night.”

            “Hardly.” There was some sass hidden in Nick’s response, and Hancock loved that. He would have been lying if he said it didn’t twist something up in his gut when Nick was just as much of a silver tongue as he was.

            “Are you headed back to Diamond City?” Nick could already see the devious look glossing Hancock’s eyes and how the corners of his mouth curved upward when he was planning on causing trouble. He hoped Hancock never played cards because his poker face was dreadful.

            “It’s been quiet at the agency this week. Husbands and jewelry seem to be where they belong. I’m in no rush to head back.”

            Hancock hums thoughtfully at that and steps closer to the synth, a single hand reaching out. Scared fingers wrap around Nick’s tie and twist the fabric around his fist, tugging Nick towards him.

            “Ellie isn’t going to worry you’re gone for so long?” Hancock whispered into the shell of Nick’s ear, smirking when he felt Nick shudder against him.

            “I told her not to wait for me.” 

            “Oh?” Tugging Nick’s tie a little harder, Hancock purred. “Well then,” Hancock sighs as he leans back and drinks in Nick’s bashful look. The synth wore it well; even if he couldn’t blush, the softening of his complex features looked good. He wore it well, and it drove Hancock mad at how fucking kissable the detective became when he was melting before him. 

            He also absolutely loved that pulling Nick’s tie even a little bit caused a slight indent in Nick’s trousers. Close, intimate proximity also had Nick fumbling his words sometimes, and that's what Hancock loved as well—tripping up Nick, who always knew what to say.

            Standing up on the tips of his toes, Hancock whispered into Nick’s ear.

            “Well, if you’re in no rush to return, maybe you’d be interested in a little fun.” Scared hands slowly slid behind the open folds of Nick’s coat. Splaying his fingers against Nick’s chest, Hancock moved his palms around to the Detective's sides until he gripped the hidden shoulder holster straps. “I think I would like the company.”

            The inner cogs of Nick’s being buzz to life at the proximity, and he shifts slightly, clearing his throat.

            “Certainly not opposed to it.” Was all Nick could get out before Hancock’s mouth was on his. Hungrily, Hancock kissed him, and Nick tried his best to reciprocate. It’s sloppy, but Hancock doesn’t mind and is not shy about using his tongue. He explores Nick’s mouth, groaning softly into him.

They break apart briefly; Hancock is slightly breathless, cheeks flushed pink, and his hat tipped drunkenly to one side. He removes his hands from Nick’s coat and instead busies them with untieing the knot keeping his flag belt around his waist. Tugging it loose and sliding it from his hips, Hancock swiftly moves past Nick to the room's leading set of double doors. Cracking open one of the doors, he quickly loops the flag around one of the doorknobs and then closes the door behind himself.

            “What was that for?” Nick asked as he watched Hancock shrug off his red coat.

            “So nobody disturbs us.” Tossing the coat over on the couch, Hancock turned to face Nick. 

            The detective didn’t have eyes on him, but instead, Nick’s gaze was locked on the dresser in the far corner of the room. Sitting on top of the dresser was a fragmented mirror. Nick stared at himself, his hands fidgeting with the bottom of his tie.

            His golden eyes drifted along his reflection, lingering at the silicone gaps along his neck. His eyes wandered up the side of his face, where part of his mechanical jaw was exposed. Subconsciously, he grits his teeth. 

            It wasn’t a well-kept secret that Nick was critical of himself. He was weathered, and he knew it. Even if he never expressed it out loud, Hancock knew it. Hancock could see the longing in those bright golden optics that had his ghoulish heart twisting up. 

            Returning to Nick’s front, Hancock placed his hands against the detective's chest. Nick’s gaze returned to him, and he watched as Hancock reached out and placed his hands against his buzzing chest. Slowly, gently, Hancock slid his hands up to Nick’s shoulders and helped him shrug his coat off. It was tossed lazily off to the side, leaving Nick in nothing but his slacks, tucked white shirt, and shoulder holsters.

            “So,” Hancock’s raspy voice broke the silence, “have you been thinking about this moment ever since that night?” Sliding one strap off Nick’s shoulder and then the next, Hancock dropped the holster on the floor. “I have.” The entire walk back to Goodneighbor Hancock sported a cheesy grin that night. 

            “May have crossed my mind,” Nick sighed, eyes half-lidded as Hancock’s fingers explored him. “A few times.” Nick’s breath hitched slightly when one of Hancock’s exploring hands grazed over the slight bulge in his pants. He’s barely touching him, and yet he already feels like he’s running too hot. 

            “You’re not going to blow another gasket on me, are you?” Hancock chuckled as he fiddled with Nick’s belt. Unlatching it, he yanks it free with one tug and drops it to the floor.

            Trembling in place, Nick places his trembling hands on Hancock’s hips. His fingers did into the ghoul as he felt Hancock pop the top button of his pants and slide his zipper down. 

            Kissing the side of Nick’s face, Hancock lets his hand gently slide down past Nick’s waistband. He presses his fingertips into the synth’s groin before making contact with Nick’s growing erection. Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, Hancock gives a single lazy stroke, smiling against the synth when he feels a hot sigh escape him. 

            Above, Nick squeezes his eyes shut when Hancock’s thumb grazes over the sensitive head. A moan is bubbling up his throat as Hancock strokes downward to the base, but before it passes his lips, he feels Hancock’s hand suddenly retreat.

            “You have balls?!” Making an exaggerated effort, Hancock used both hands to tug at Nick’s waistband. 

            “Y-yes-” Nick stammers, rocking back slightly.”

            “The whole time?!” Letting Nick’s pants go and taking a step back, Hancock smirked. Not just any smirk, that shit-eating smirk. “You asked for those?”

            “No, actually, I didn’t.” Glancing off to the side, Nick subconsciously felt his cheeks burning. “Tom insisted on the authentic experience if he was going to build it.” Briefly, Nick let his eyes flick back towards Hancock, but that dumbass grin was still there. He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance. “But the authentic experience has been sitting on them.”

            As expected, Hancock tossed his head back and let out a loud bark of laughter. He pretended to wipe a tear from under his eye before moving himself back up against Nick’s front. Scared fingers reached up and hooked under the neck loop of Nick’s tie and gently tugged him forward to follow. 

            When Hancock backed into the footboard of his bed, he paused and got to work untieing Nick’s tie. Sliding it gently out from under the detective's collar, he tossed it over his shoulder and got right to work, popping the first few buttons of Nick’s shirt. One by one, Hancock eventually slid his hands between the folds and helped Nick shrug it off, just like his coat.

            Hancock wasn’t surprised to see Nick’s torso and limbs divided into silicone sections. He had seen his fair share of synth bodies in his travels around the commonwealth. The seams between the panels stretched apart when Nick inhaled and contracted back together when he exhaled. Hancock could hear the sound of ticking and mechanical whirring much more now without the buffer of clothing. 

            When Hancock finally looked up at Nick, he saw worry coloring those golden eyes. Despite that worry, he said nothing and watched Hancock lift a tentative hand and press two fingers against the seam that ran from Nick’s collar down to his chest. He takes in a shaky breath when Hancock’s textured thumb grazes over the faint outline of his nipple. His fingers continued to travel gently upward until they traced the seam along the side of Nick’s chest. Carefully, Hancock dipped his fingers between the crevasse. It must have felt good because Nick sighed and allowed his head to loll forward and dip between Hancock’s shoulder and neck. 

            “Good?” Hancock’s voice was all but a whisper as his fingertips grazed over sensitive wiring. He plucks a few of them and adds a little pressure here and there, egged on with each groan and whine that huffed against his ghoulish neck. 

            “Yeah,” Nick responds in kind, his hovering trembling hands now tugging at the tucked-in fabric of Hancock’s shirt. He’s careful with his metallic hand, knowing the fingertips can be sharp as he slides his palms under the fabric. Exploring Hancock’s belly for a second, he moves his hands down to the ghoul's hips, where he presses his thumbs into Hancock’s Adonis V. 

            “Oh fuck,” Hancock pants out, his erection now tenting his pants. He tries his best to keep teasing Nick’s silicone seams, but his hands tremble harder with anticipation as the seconds tick on. 

            Before Nick could register it in his fogged mind, Hancock spun him around and pushed him over the bed's footboard. As Nick falls and bounces on the mattress, Hancock busies himself with the buttons of his shirt. Tossing it to the side and quickly shucking off his pants, he finally removed his hat and placed it on the bedpost.

            Even with Hancock’s full attire, he was skinny. His body had been ravaged by radiation and chems over time, and it was littered with scared craters. Despite this, he wasn’t shy about any of it. 

            Below, Nick had sat up on his elbows and watched Hancock climb over him and straddle his hips. He sat down, intentionally grinding his bare ass against Nick’s pant bulge. He ground down harder when Nick bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. 

            “Pull your pants down,” Hancock instructed as he leaned over Nick, kissing his cheek tenderly. While doing so, Hancock reached blindly for his nightstand table. Knocking a few things off the top, he grabbed the knob for the drawer and yanked it open. Rummaging around inside, he pulled out a small bottle. 

            Below, Nick had done as instructed. Hooking his thumbs into the hem of his pants, he wiggled them down over his ass until they were halfway down his thighs. With his erection free, Hancock sits back down, but just behind Nick’s cock. 

            “You’re gonna love this,” Hancock says as he flicks the bottle’s cap open and uses his free hand to grab both his and Nick’s cocks. Squeezing the bottle and drizzling lube onto their groins, Hancock begins to stroke the two of them together. 

            Immediately, Nick tensed, his hips jerking slightly at the contact but settling as Hancock set a slow pace. He watched with glossy eyes, puffing out soft pants when Hancock’s thumb swept over their cock heads.

            With his free hand, Hancock swipes his fingers over the excess lube on their hips and slides his hand behind himself. Sliding his middle and ring finger against his entrance, he prodded delicately. Licking his lips, he puffs out a hot breath of air as he feels the muscles quiver with anticipation. Gently, he slides his middle finger in, dragging it outward in time with his hand strokes. 

            “God damn, Nicky,” The ghoul's eyes are half-lidded as he works, his mouth slightly open as he pants, “I’m already on edge, and we haven’t even gotten to the best parts.” His cock throbbed painfully in his palm, and on occasion, he could feel Nick’s swell as well. 

            Below, Nick had let his hands come to rest on Hancock’s bony hips, squeezing them in response to Hancock’s tightening grip. He could feel Hancock’s thighs trembling against him when the ghoul slid a second finger in, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot. Involuntarily, Hancock jerked forward, his mouth hanging open slightly at the spike of pleasure. It shot straight up his core, twisting in his belly and radiating up his swollen cock.

            “Oh fuck, Nicky~” He prodded the area again, and when he jerked forward, he kissed Nick roughly on the mouth. 

            Sloppily, Nick reciprocates, whining into Hancock’s mouth when he feels the ghoul release their erections from his grip. The lack of contact is short-lived as Hancock breaks from the kiss and sits up straight. Scooting himself forward, he allows Nick’s shaft to slide under him and between his ass. He sits on it slightly, allowing the silicone cock head to prod his entrance.

            “W-wait.” Hancock stills himself instantly, looking down at Nick’s flustered face. “Just go slow,” He swallows hard, his eyes darting from between Hancock’s legs to the ghoul’s face and then back again. “I’ve never-” He trailed off when Hancock leaned down, placing a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth. It was so soft, so gentle, and even loving. 

            “I’ve got you.” Hancock’s raspy voice was all but a whisper as he placed another loving kiss between Nick’s eyes. The ghoul sank slowly, and Nick heard him suck in a tight breath when that tight ring of muscles gave way. 

            It was slow, but the slide was smooth, and Hancock soon sat flush against Nick’s hips. He rocked slightly, his head lolling to one side as a content sigh puffed out of him. 

            “Fuck, that's good.” 

            Below, Nick’s mouth hung slightly open, eyes flaring a bright orange as Hancock hilted himself. Static fizzled in the corners of his vision while his inner workings sputtered. It was a mercy that Hancock remained still for a few minutes, letting Nick adjust to the sensation before finally starting a slow and steady rocking. 

            Keeping his metallic hand clenched on Hancock’s hip, Nick allowed his silicone one to slide up Hancock’s belly. 

            “Fuck.” Hancock wheezes as he leans back, black eyes fluttering when Nick’s cock head brushes past that sweet spot. His prostate pulses in response, and his dick responds in kind with a thick flow of precum. 

            Leaning forward and grabbing the headboard, Hancock kicks his rocking into the next gear. Grinding his hips down and sliding upward, their hips slapped together rather lewdly. Unashamed to moan, Hancock groaned and grunted freely. Now and again, he would look down between his arms at Nick, a drunken smile smearing across his face. 

            Was he steaming? He felt like it when they locked eyes. That stupid-ass smile, his cocky-ass look. Those deep voided eyes that had something other than pure lust swimming around in them. 

            “J-John-” Nick pleaded almost breathlessly. His inner workings started to click and grind, and he felt overheated. The hot coil in his belly was pulling too tight, and it pulsed each time their hips connected. “John, I’m going to… I don’t think I can hold-” The static at the corners of his vision started to overtake him. He could feel heat waves puffing out from the holes in his neck and body seams. His inner wiring began to feel like it was tightening with the impending overload. 

            “Fuck Nick,” Sweat glistened on Hancock’s brow, “Cum in me.” Clapping his hips down hard, Hancock ground his ass against Nick’s groin. 

            Body snapping tight, Nick’s spine arched off the mattress, and involuntarily, he twisted to one side. His bright orange eyes flared white, and his mouth opened to release a distorted cry. 

              The harsh thrust downward caused Nick’s cock to jab Hancock’s prostate just right. On top of the sudden and profound spike of pleasure, the sensation of warm fluid splashing his insides had his balls tightening. A hot stream of cum spurt from his cock head and painted Nick’s belly and chest. Two more spurts followed, and Hancock naturally slowed his rocking to a halt, exhausted. He sat back, letting his head roll back and his shoulders slump as he tried to catch his breath. Only when he felt Nick’s hand meekly slide off his hips and flop onto the mattress did he snap back to attention. 

            Afraid he may have cooked the detective again, Hancock looked down, his face anxious. He blinked several times in surprise when he saw Nick’s eyes open, halfway, but open and looking up at him. He was panting softly with A cheesy smile on his weathered face. 

            “See,” His voice was distorted, “no blown gask-” A singular spark popped from the side of his neck. “Never mind.”

            Above, Hancock laughed, relieved. Without saying anything, he leaned down and kissed Nick lovingly. He broke away momentarily, taking a second to drink the synth in before kissing him again and pressing their foreheads together.

            Finally, Hancock lifted himself off Nick’s lap and used a discarded shirt on the floor to wipe Nick down. Once done, Hancock flopped down onto the mattress next to him. Lazily, he hung his left arm over the edge and let his fingers search the floor until he found what he was looking for—a pack of smokes. He lit one, inhaled hard, and passed it to Nick between two fingers.

            After a few passes back and forth, Hancock finally rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. Even though the cigarette hung from one corner of his mouth, the other side was curved in a grin. His glossy eyes and pink-tinted cheeks made him look sappy. Before Nick could ask him what he was thinking about, Hancock spoke.

            “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

            “Do what? Have sex?” 

            “Ye-No. Heh,” Hancock hissed out a thick stream of smoke between his teeth before taking another hit. “Sex is great and all, but- kissing you is way better.” Taking the cigarette between two fingers, Hancock leaned down, cupped Nick’s face, and kissed him on the bridge of his nose.

            “Got a thing for ant-”

            “Fuck off-” The ghoul laughed and flopped back down onto his back. He stretched and giggled until a warm silicone hand cupped his cheek. Leaning in, Nick pressed a kiss against Hancock’s hollow cheek.

            Softly, quietly, they pressed themselves against one another, Hancock slinging one arm over Nick’s wait. 

            “By the way,” Hancock asked as he flicked the butt of the depleted cigarette away. “Should I be worried about what you just pumped into me?” It was mostly asked as a joke, considering a few days ago, he swallowed a belly full of it and was still alive to tell the tale. 

            Shifting against Hancock and laughing nervously, Nick responded:

            “I never asked Tom what he filled the reservoir with.”