#kl smut

[starmocha]

you are my favorite mistake Sylus/Reader | 2155 words | AO3 It was supposed to be a surprise visit for you, but now Sylus is the one surprised. A/N: Naming your toy after Sylus is just a form of self-care. 💁‍♀️ MDNI

Can’t you just use the stairs like a normal person?

Don’t just come in uninvited!

This is an inappropriate use of your evol!

Sylus smirked as he stood in your living room alone, uninvited, recalling all of the instances where you had nagged at him about using his evol to come into your home unannounced. However many times you had chided him was also the number of times he, unapologetically, ignored you and continued to do as he pleased.

Today was no different, albeit, Sylus could argue that in this particular instance, he wanted to surprise you with a romantic gesture. With both of your busy schedules, it had been a while since the two of you were able to see each other for some one-on-one time.

He had already set a bottle of wine in the fridge to chill and placed some beautifully bloomed red roses in a glass vase on the kitchen counter for you, so now all that was left was to set the mood in the bedroom. Carrying some extra roses in hand, Sylus made his way to your bedroom.

As he made his way to your bedroom, he could have sworn he heard noises behind the closed door.

Strange…

He was almost positive you wouldn’t be home at this time today. The closer he gotten to the door, the more his frown deepened, feeling a sense of unease at the kind of noises he was hearing.

Dropping the roses, he drew in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth when he realized he was hearing you moaning in the bedroom. His body tensed up with anger as his mind was already clouded with dark thoughts. He raised his fist, ready to pound the door down, but he stopped.

He froze, fist midair, confusion flashed across his face.

“S-Sylus!”

He slowly lowered his fist, calming down, but his confusion remained.

You were moaning.

You were moaning his name.

Alone in your room.

As the cloud of fury finally cleared up, Sylus realized he could also make out a faint buzzing noise inside. He started to smirk, laughing quietly to himself as he finally connected the dots.

“What a naughty little kitten,” he said to himself, wondering if he should leave you to have your fun or perhaps let you know that he was here. His ears perked up as he heard a change in speed from the toy, hearing louder, faster vibrations from behind the closed door and your moans reaching a new pitch.

“Fuck…” He leaned back against the wall, feeling a tightening in his pants.

“Oh, Sylus, please, please…”

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered, his hands were already reaching down to unzip his pants and free himself. He grasped the hardened member, already pumping himself hard and fast to match with the sound of your moans.

Sylus was losing his mind just imagining you laying completely nude in bed, legs spread and pleasuring yourself with a toy as you fantasize about him. He was panting hard as he stroked himself faster, his ears picking up on every desperate moan and whine coming out of your mouth. God, he needed to know the kind of dirty thoughts that were running in your mind that was making you sound like this.

“Oh, god, oh, god, Sylus…ahh, ahh…”

That was it. He could hear your moans growing needier, your release was close, but he didn’t want you to come just yet.

He wanted to be the one to make you come.

Sylus closed his eyes and with a deep groan, he used his evol to teleport inside your room.

You gasped in surprise when the bed shifted, a heavy weight was on top of you. You opened your eyes and met Sylus’ aroused gaze as remnants of his evol slowly dispersed, the dark feathers drifting all around the two of you before disappearing altogether.

At first, he said nothing and just let his eyes do a slow, appreciative sweep of your nude body, taking in the sight with a growing desire. His hand reached down to pry the vibrating toy from your grasp, tossing it to the side and not even wasting time to turn it off.

“You need something bigger, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked with a lecherous grin, his deep voice heavy with arousal. You tossed your head to the side, moaning as he pressed his bulge close to your cunt, teasing you of what is to come.

“Sylus…” you whined, your hands tugged at his clothes impatiently, and with a deep laugh, he made quick work of discarding his garments.

“Playing with yourself and moaning my name,” he kissed your lips roughly, his hands were on either side of your head, keeping you trapped under his body. “Just what has this naughty kitten been doing by herself?”

You cried out in relief, arching up, as you felt him push his thick length into you, filling you in a way that your toy couldn’t.

Sylus immediately set a hard, fast pace, well past the point for gentle lovemaking. You could only grip the bedsheets, unable to do much else as he was fucking you senseless. You nearly screamed when his strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you even more than you thought possible, his thrusts were now harder and deeper, making you see stars.

“Ahh, Sylus, ahh—"

Your eyes widened in shock when his large hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries.

“Shh, just listen,” he said, hushed, a soft groan followed his words, “Can you hear it? You’re so wet, sweetheart.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your moans muffled by his hand as he made you listen to every squelch whenever he thrusted in.

“Such a lewd sound,” Sylus groaned with a deep chuckle. “Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”

He removed his hand and you cried out his name again. He kissed you once more, his tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore. You responded to him with equal fervor, your arms wrapped around his neck, desperate for a deeper connection with him.

“Mm, taking me so well,” Sylus said, breaking free from the kiss. He chuckled as he took in your desperate expression, all flustered and on the brink of pleasure. “It’s like you were made for me.”

“Sylus, I can’t…ahh…”

He kissed your forehead. “I know,” he murmured, “You were close, weren’t you? You want to come, don’t you?”

You gripped the bedsheets, head tossed to the side, the agonizing pleasure building up inside you becoming overwhelming as he took you relentlessly, not showing any sign of easing up now that he knew you were close to your climax. You were practically sobbing in pleasure as each powerful thrust brought you closer and closer to your release until, finally, you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy.

The sound of your climax was music to his ears, but even as you clenched around him, Sylus did not show any sign of slowing down or stopping, his own release was also near. He gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh, leaving marks, as he drove into you again and again. He panted hard, dark crimson eyes taking in the erotic sight of you overstimulated and overwhelmed, tears in your eyes, mouth opened in soundless pleasure as you allowed your body to be used by him for his own satisfaction.

“What a good girl you are,” he murmured, groaning as he came, pumping you full of his seed.

As you both came down from your high, Sylus relaxed his body on top of yours, not enough to crush you, but still enough that you can feel his weight. You peered up into his ruby red eyes, both of you still softly panting as you try to catch your breath. You leaned up and pecked his lips, causing him to chuckle before he kissed you back more deeply.

As you break free from the kiss, you nagged him playfully, “I thought I told you to stop sneaking into my apartment unannounced using your evol.”

He rolled his eyes before he carefully pulled out of you, rolling over onto his back and dragging you on top of him. He held you firmly against his chest. “It was supposed to be a romantic surprise.”

“Breaking into my apartment is not romantic.”

“What an annoying tongue you have, sweetheart,” he quipped, earning a slap in the shoulder instantly. He playfully glared at you. “I was going to surprise you with a romantic evening of wine and roses, but I see you would rather fuck yourself silly on some toy instead.”

You blushed, half out of embarrassment and the other half in irritation. “Excuse you, don’t make me sound like some kind of sex addict!”

He raised his brow, smirking in amusement at your outburst. “Oh?” He leaned in closer, his face mere centimeters from yours. “Didn’t I catch you with a sex toy just a while ago?”

“Well…technically…”

“Weren’t you screaming my name?”

“Yes and no…”

“Pardon?” Sylus had to pause, his earlier arrogance being quickly replaced with confusion. “What do you mean ‘yes and no’? You either screamed my name or you didn’t.”

“Yes, I screamed your name, but also…”

“Also what? How many Syluses do you know?” He glared at you, growing increasingly annoyed by your roundabout responses.

“Um…two?”

“Two?!” He pulled away and stared at you shocked, repeating, “Two?”

“You…and…” You reached over and picked up the toy that Sylus had tossed to the side earlier, its battery now completely dead. You gave him a sheepish smile. “Meet Sylus II.”

Sylus stared at the toy in your hand and then your embarrassed face, and even he couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from the sheer ridiculousness of this moment. “You seriously named a sex toy after me? I don’t know whether to feel flattered or aghast.”

You dropped the toy on the mattress and laid down, burying your face in your pillow in horror, hoping that you could just suffocate yourself to death in that moment. You held onto the pillow tightly, whimpering, even as Sylus wrapped his around you and pulled you back into his embrace.

“Don’t kill yourself, sweetheart,” he said, amused by your reaction, “I suppose I can understand you needing a stand-in for whenever I am unavailable to satisfy you.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled into the pillow.

“How rude,” he quipped, unoffended. He planted a kiss on your neck. “Just out of curiosity…”

You peeked behind you, wary of what he was about to say next.

“It is just Sylus II, right? You don’t have any others?” He paused, frowning, “Or rather…you didn’t name any others after other men, have you?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Yes, this is the only one.”

“Only one you have or only one named?”

You flustered. “Sylus, knock it off!”

“Alright, alright,” he conceded when you started swatting him with your pillow. He reached up and grasped both of your wrists, forcing you to drop the pillow. He easily pinned you back down to the bed, his grip on your wrists was firm and unyielding, but still gentle enough that he wasn’t hurting you. He leaned down and nibbled on your lips.

“You know, I had planned a surprise romantic evening for us.” He kissed your forehead. “It would be a shame to see all of my efforts go to waste.”

You raised a brow at him. “What did you have planned?”

“Reservations at only the finest restaurant for the most beautiful woman in the world—”

You scoffed at his overexaggeration, earning an “I’m serious” look from him before he continued, “A night drive. We can chat for a while, catch up. And then back here where a bottle of wine is already chilling in the fridge…”

“Hm,” you looked thoughtful as you pondered his words, “It does sound nice.”

“And we would have ended the lovely evening with…” He raised a brow suggestively, eyes traversing up and down your nude body. He loosened his hold on your wrists, letting his hands skimmed down your body before settling on your hips. “But it seems we are going in reverse order of my plan. Not that I am complaining.”

You flustered and hit him in the face with a pillow again.

Sylus sighed, mildly annoyed, and grabbed the pillow, tossing it to the side. He pinned you back down, his hold on your wrists strong. “You really shouldn’t be provoking me like this, sweetheart.”

You squirmed in futile, half-glaring at him.

“You know,” he started, amused by your defiance, “I can be flexible with the plan I had.” He pressed his body closer to yours as he leaned in and covered your neck in kisses. You shivered with anticipation when his voice dropped lower, dripping with seductive intents, “I wouldn’t mind spending the whole night in bed with you.”

[kyoobie]

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John Hancock x f!reader

Description: After three weeks on the road, you come home to Goodneighbor to find a sweet surprise from Hancock. Naturally, you fuck him about it. 

Tags: Such sappy smut guys, holy shit theyre in love, Hancock is a simp. Reader could be viewed as SoSu or not, no y/n, female anatomy

Warnings: smut! Pretty vanilla though, honestly, so nothing else to mention

Word count: 6K

Cross posted on my ao3

The last day of travel was always the worst; with the end goal in sight

The morning sun beat down on you, the trek from Lexington having seemed almost endless. There was only one thing on your mind as you marched over the Harvard bridge; Hancock's bed. You had the full intention of crawling right into it and staying there, comatose, for several days.

Of course, it wasn't quite that simple. You needed to unload the spare weapons you'd picked up, throw those to KL-E-0. You also had some things to drop at Daisy's, some things to pass on to Ham for the Third Rail...

You pulled your pack higher onto your shoulders, ignoring the ache of your back from the weight of it, all the junk you'd decided to ferry back with you. The straps of the bag were sure to leave deep, painful indents in your skin, almost permanently rubbed raw after weeks of travel.

Downtown, you skirted between Diamond City outposts, making your usual wide berth around the city itself. Despite being human and technically welcome inside the city, you'd taken to avoiding it, as if their prejudice was infectious. You hadn't entered the gates in months by now, and even though you missed Power Noodles and stopping by the agency to bother Nick, you felt no real urge to step inside.

The inhabitants' paranoia, towards the institute and towards outsiders, made the air in the city oppressive. Compared to the freedom of Goodneighbor, even with all of its own problems, Diamond City felt tyrannical in comparison.

You made a wide berth around the old scrap yard, overrun by feral dogs, climbing a fire escape to reach the elevated turnpike.

The closer you got to Goodneighbor, the hard it was to push forward. With the end in sight, close enough that you could practically count the steps you had left, aware of every finite amount of energy you had to eke from your body. Still, you reused to break, pushing forward, hands wrapped tight around the straps of your pack, like a schoolchild with their brightly colored schoolbag

Just a little further. Just a little more. The turnpike turned North, and you had to duck and pause as some gunner scouts passed, the highway connected to some high-rises, precarious wooden planks forming bridges.

Crouched down low, your calves burned, your fingers ached as you gripped your revolver, checking the bullet count on autopilot and lining up a shot, just in case you were spotted.

You weren't, the mercenaries passing from one end of the bridge to the other, wood creaking under their weight, loud, unconcerned conversation passing between them.

You sneaked past them in a crouch, knees and back protesting, familiar flood of adrenaline humming through your blood, heartbeat in your ears. The thrill stayed even once you were out of eyesight, until you'd shaken out your joints and rolled your shoulders, back to your brisk pace.

One of these days, you promised yourself, zeroing in on the broken jaw of the freeway that you used to find your bearings, you'd find a way to make a portable Ham-radio. Staying away so long was making you half-insane. You hadn't heard his voice in over two weeks, and at this point you would have sold all the loot you were lugging around to see his face a few minutes sooner. You'd pay insane sums to be able to hear him on the regular while you were away. Joking, complaining, hell, even just reading off his fucking caravan logs.

The body of the freeway dropped to the ground, crumbling concrete surrounding a Gunner camp, probably the one those two idiots earlier were supposed to be protecting. Well, you thought, pulling a trip-mine from your pack, it wasn't your fault if they were fucking morons.

Behind the rusted body of a truck, you waited for the perfect moment to strike, listening with patience to the Gunners as they yelled and laughed, carefree in the way only over-confident assholes ever could be. On a different day, you would have attacked with something more complicated, something that could blast the entire camp in one go, but today, you were tired and homesick.

At the right moment, you activated the mine and tossed it, scurrying from behind your car to drop off the side of the freeway, landing in a crouch in an alley a street over from Goodneighbor, booking it as the mine went off and the yells changed from happy to panicked.

You'd often thought, as you and Hancock laid spread eagle on the bed, or sprawled over the couch, that between the two of you, you were by far the one more likely to turn feral. He was too clever, his mind too sharp, even dulled by drugs. You were the one running around the wasteland, scampering like some little creature, hoarding old-world junk, killing nearly indiscriminately. You survived on the high of your own adrenaline, surviving scrapes by the skin of your teeth, by clawing, biting, crushing, choking.

You held your breath until you could see the glow of the welcome-sign, neon arrow pointing at the door, like to the entrance of a dingy nightclub. It shone like a beacon even in the daylight, beckoning you home.

When your fingers touched the door, you swore you gained a second wind, the eerie stillness of downtown Boston turning into the hum of bustling Goodneighbor residents. You greeted the Neighborhood watch as you entered the town, and they variously tipped caps or winked at you, hands always on their guns.

Daisy's was full, the sure sign of a newly passed caravan. You spotted that Railroad guy, sipping from a bottle on the bench in front of the store, doing his usual job of completely failing to fit in by being almost unnaturally nondescript. That might work in Diamond city, but not in Goodneighbor.

Your steps were slow as you maneuvered through the crowd, aware of the pack on your back and the guns slung over your shoulders. You headed for Kill or Be killed, planning to unload some ammo and spare rifle you'd picked up. You kept your eyes peeled for that flash of red in your periphery, the heat that filled your chest whenever you were near him.

KL-E-0's store was empty, meaning she was probably on the second floor, conducting some less than savory business. You'd hustle out of there if you heard the sound of her laser powering up, but you decided to spare a few minutes.

You leaned your forearms onto the counter, taking some of the weight off your sore feet and back, eyes running over the visible apparel, wondering what things you should offload.

Sure enough, barely a minute passed before you could hear the wood creaking above you, footsteps descending the staircase and an achingly familiar voice:

"-Talk when my girl brings something new, call it a uh- personal favor."

You raised your head from where it had been lolling, that familiar voice sending a sweet ache through your chest and a giddy smile onto your face. His girl.

Hancock was turned away from you, speaking to KL-E-0, trusty shotgun in his hands.

If your pack had been lighter, you would have bounded into his arms and dragged him right back to the old State House. You would have indulged the exhibitionist in him, wrapped your legs around his waist and let him stick his tongue down your throat right there in the street.

Instead, though, you settled for walking over, supporting the bottom of your pack to keep it from rattling. KL-E-0's red eye flickered over to you for a moment, inscrutable as always, but she stayed quiet, allowing you to surprise Hancock as he chattered about the recoil of his gun.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, smushing your face between his shoulder blades. You breathed him in, the familiar smell of tanned hide, cigarettes and that ever present old-museum-smell that he'd tried many times in vain to get rid of. You inhaled with a shudder, pressing a kiss to his back, feeling his momentary frozen shock melt away as he seemed to register who was touching him.

He spun in your arms, leaving you face to face with soft eyes and a softer smile, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.

Warm lips pressed to yours and you melted arms sliding up to hook around his shoulders, pulling him flush to you. A corner of your mind– or your heart– which had spent the past two weeks growling about being apart from him, finally quieted down.

"Is that your gun digging into my hip, or are you just happy to see me, love?" He asked you when you separated, leaving you to snort and hide your face in his shoulder, so giddy you thought you might burst with it.

You swallowed past your joy, composing yourself so that you could lean back and flick the tip of Hancock's tricorn-hat upwards, giving you a better view of those lovely dark eyes, always so emotive, crinkled at the corners.

"Good to see you too, Mister Mayor," You breathed, hands sliding from his shoulders down to his waist, backing out of KL-E-0's store, dragging Hancock along with you. He came willingly, not allowing even an extra inch between the two of you.

All thoughts of bartering, even your own body's complaints were forgotten, your heart singing. You blinked against the sunlight, convinced suddenly that the weather was reflecting your mood.

"What's your plan for the day?" You asked, when it became clear Hancock was too busy staring at you to say anything. The two of you seemed to be wandering in a leisurely pace towards the old State House, but you didn't care where you were going. You'd follow him around all day if you had to. You could be going right back into the Wastes for all you cared. You'd trail behind him as he did whatever he needed to do, collapse from exhaustion and let him carry you back to bed.

"Oh, you know," He said, pulling you up the steps to the Old State House, opening the door for you, ushering you inside, "Was gonna get high and mope around all day, waiting for you." He had no sooner shut the door than he grabbed you by your belt, pinning you to the wall, your heavy pack hitting the wall. "Probably drive Fahrenheit crazy with my pining–"

You hum, smoothing out the lapels of his coat as his hands wander.

"Now, I'm thinking we go up and let the whole town we're reunited."

"Sounds perfect," You agreed, pressing a kiss to his jaw before pushing him gently in the direction of the staircase. He led the charge, half toppling over every step in his desperation not to let go of you.

The second you hit the landing he whisked you back into his arms again, hands restless as he squeezed your sides, traveled up your arms, touched your face, all before coming right back down again to squeeze your ass. Another breathy laugh escaped you, so happy you couldn't put your smile away even as you kissed him.

His hand slid up to your lower back, guiding you towards the bedroom, your lips still locked together.

you pulled away at the door as Hancock filled with the stubborn doorknob, always jammed right when you needed it to open. You keep your arms hooked around him, but you give a salute to the neighborhood watchman stationed in front of your door. His face stayed stoic, either used to yours and Hancock's antics, or from copious threats from Hancock. Both seem equally likely.

He did give you a nod, though, as Hancock crooned in victory, having managed to fling the doors open. You gave him a smile, right as Hancock grabbed your arms and pulled you in. You kicked the doors shut behind you, already laughing as Hancock showered your face with kisses, dipping you like a dancer.

You separated from him enough to finally drop your pack, which thumps to the floor. Your guns come off, placed down with more care, followed by your bandolier and scavenging jacket.

Hancock cracked the doors open as you busied yourself, calling out, "Make sure to keep all the riff-raff out today, yeah brother?" And then the doors were shut and locked. A peaceful quiet descending over you.

He takes your hands, pulling you to the center of the bedroom, leaving you bathed in afternoon sunlight peeking in from the open balcony door. The room was as clean as it ever was, five hundred years of grime that you'd long given up on trying to get rid of.

With the door open and the spring air flooding in, everything felt fresher, not weighed down by centuries of history, but just a normal bedroom. Your books had been stacked in neat piles on the dresser, where you could see one of your shirt sleeves peeking out from the drawer. The bed was newly made, and....

"Is that..?" You stared, taking in the sharp white color of the fresh sheets, looking brand fucking new. Not Commonwealth new either, no, this looked like the bleached and pressed sheets of a fucking prewar hotel.

Your eyes sought out Hancock's, expecting to find him grinning, boastful, the usual exaggerated ego coupled with his general cool-demeanor, but instead you found him looking... uncertain. One hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was... bashful.

"Where did you get this?" You asked, stepping over to the bed. You ran a hand almost irreverently over the fresh sheets, feeling the starched, crisp texture of it, not rotting and mildewed like almost everything was.

"Oh, a uh– new trade caravan passed through last week. From somewhere out west, they've been growing cotton and weaving shit.

As if in a trance, you started shucking off your clothes, not wanting to sully the fresh sheets with your blood and dirt stained layers. You only get as far as your outer shirt when Hancock's hands sneak back onto your waist, almost timid in their touch. You half wanted to slap them off in your urge to get naked, get under the sheets and let him touch you there all he wanted.

Instead, you spin around to face him, guide his hands under your shirt to the warm skin of your stomach. "You're an angel, you know that?" You said.

He laughed, "Only for you, sister. Devil to everyone else."

You laughed back at him, finally shedding your shirt. As you try to wrestle off your boots with the force of your heel, all the examples to the contrary fly into your head: Every kind action he'd done, every willingly shared drug, every situation where he'd chosen less violence than he needed to. The nights you'd spent watching him agonize over whether he was good enough for his community, whether he was making the right decisions.

Instead of bringing those up, you pecked his lips in thanks. With his 'help' (groping), you got your undershirt and bra off, leaving your torso bare.

You leant down to unlace your boots, your earlier attempts having been futile, but before you could Hancock had you off your feet, tossing you head first into soft, fresh sheets. He took over, hands trailing teasingly over the waistband of your pants before he turned to your boots, sliding them off and taking your socks with them.

You groaned, cheek smushed into the mattress, as nimble hands pull your pants down and off. Trailing fingers, tickling the backs of your naked calves, up into the hollow of your knees. You had to stifle a giggle as a feather light touch against your inner thigh made you jump.

The bed shifted as he climbed onto it, his legs bracketing yours, knees pressing into the flesh of your thighs.

Fingers on the waistband of your underwear.

"How about we get these off?" His voice, low and gravelly, suddenly hot in your ear. A gentle bite to the cartilage of your earlobe, the drag of fabric as your underwear was pulled down your legs and then tossed somewhere.

"You know," You breathed, raising yourself onto your elbows so you could crane your neck and tried to catch him in a kiss. You missed, but settled for kissing his shoulder, hovering just by your head. "I'm feeling a bit exposed here. You've stripped me bare and you're still clothed."

You turned underneath him, determined to get him to kiss you again, were met with his grinning face just above yours. "Well, let no one call me an unfair man," He said, sinking onto his haunches, just out of reach of your desperate mouth. He plucked his tricorn from his head, settled it onto your.

You raised yourself to him, stole a quick peck, languishing in every brush of his lips against yours. It was dangerous, how much you'd missed him on the road, pining to the point of distraction. The times you'd ducked into buildings to ease an ache brought on by reminiscing, imagining him besides you, or on you, or in you. Imagining him being beside you as you stumbled into firefights, imagined his hands patching you up, rather than your own.

"You didn't happen to remember to take any Rad-X this morning, didya?"

His words pulled you from your stewing. You groaned. In your excitement to get home, you'd completely forgotten.

"Can't we just... skip it? This once?" You asked, pulling on his collar, dragging him down to lie on top of you, his mouth in reach again. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hooking one leg around his waist to ground him to you, keep him from getting distracted.

"You and I both know you'd regret that in the morning, sister."

He was right, the bastard. Spending your morning throwing up, hooked to a Rad-Away was not your ideal first day back. So, lamentably, you release your grip on him, hands and leg flopping to the side as he leant over to grab a bottle from the nightstand.

"I'm sure we can find something to... entertain you, while we wait for it to kick in."

You pouted, making a show of how frustrating his interruption had been, how desperate you were to get him back. Here you were, naked, spread-eagle and waiting, with patience you didn't have.

You watched, silently, as he dug into the bottle, drawing out two pills. As he stepped back over, you pulled yourself back onto your elbows, waiting for him to hand them over, or maybe deposit them into your mouth himself.

Instead, as he kneeled onto the bed, he put them into his own mouth, leaning over you to meld his lips to yours. You grabbed at him, feeling his arms wrap around your waist to support your weight as you melted in his arms. Slowly, in long, deep, searing kisses, the pills moved from his mouth to yours. Once they were on your tongue, he pulled his mouth off yours, scarred lips shining with spit, and moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as you gather enough saliva to swallow the pills.

Rad-X was quick to kick in, but the effects weren't instantaneous, leaving the pair of you with at least ten minutes to kill. On a normal day, you would have been happy to spend those minutes making out, taking your time in stripping Hancock off his clothes, egging each other on with dirty words and dangerous fantasies. But you'd spent over three weeks away from Goodneighbor, over three weeks of precarious mental foreplay, dreaming of his touch at night, fantasizing of him in the day. Suddenly, even the prospect of radiation sickness was not enough of a reason to stay away.

You tore at his coat, rucking his frilly shirt out from under his sash, exposing his slim stomach. You watched the muscle there tense under your touch, as you ran cold hands over his hips, tugging him closer to you. With practiced hands, you made quick work of untying the sash at his hips, satiny fabric sliding from your fingers and onto the floor like a waterfall.

Hancock bit into the flesh of your shoulder, making you hiss and dig your nails into the skin by his hip bones in retaliation.

You pull his chin upwards, leading his mouth to yours again, keeping those teeth from doing any more damage just yet.

Your generous hands wandered, up and under his shirt, roaming over the breadth of his chest, feeling it expand as he inhaled. You nipped at his bottom lip, drawing out a rumbling groan, felt both in your mouth against his, and in the vibrations against your fingertips.

You scooted to the edge of the bed, bracketing his hips with your thighs, freeing his hands so you could tug his coat off. Your hands slipped up under his collar, pushing his narrow shoulders backwards, giving you enough leverage to push the heavy coat backwards, the heavy fabric thumping to the ground.

Sometimes, when Hancock looked particularly vulnerable, usually collapsed on one of his couches, bleary with the haze of jet, his outfit reminded you of a child playing dress-up. In ancient coat tailored for a man with broader shoulders, a hat fit for a pirate and a disdain for the sort power he wielded.

You pulled your lips off of his, formulating a plea that would get you what you wanted, what words would make him understand just how badly you  ached for him, just how unbearable the emptiness in you was. You pressed a chaste kiss to his sternum, bare but hiding in the ruffles of his shirt, and made a blind grab for the waistband of his pants, words suddenly elusive.

His hands stopped yours, stilling them just by the button on his pants, so close to their goal.

You whined, the sound almost entirely involuntary, tilting your head up to meet Hancock's gaze with your own, sure now that he was teasing you.

"John," You managed, "This is cruel."

His eyes crinkled, as if you were the one making the joke, as if you weren't the one burning from the inside out.

"Well, now, I can't have you destroying my reputation. I worked hard to be known as a generous lover."

"Then stop teasing and fuck me."

But he only snickered like a bawdy teenager, gentle hands guiding yours to grasp at the fresh sheets. You watched helplessly, heartbeat in your throat, as he stepped back, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows before sinking to the floor in front of you, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

"This'll coast you over, sister."

He grabbed you by your thighs, tugging you closer until you could feel his breath on your [core]. Your thighs trembled, heels digging into his back, desperate to push him closer, to get his mouth where it needed to be.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, hands balled into fists, half convinced you would burst into tears if he didn't do something. You swore you could feel him laugh, right up against your pussy, unable to hear it over the rush of blood in your ears, a split second before his tongue was finally, mercifully, on you. The slick drag of it landing quickly on your clit, lapping at it teasingly, every strike on your nerves making you seize, already so worked up from being near him.

You cursed on an exhale, lungs burning, every nerve in your body sparking, your blood heating. There was an obscene slurping as he sucked hard against your clit, pressure just on the right side of pain, his fingers digging into your thighs.

Your head pushed hard into the mattress, Hancock's hat falling into your eyes, rendering the outside world suddenly dark.

Suddenly, all pressure vanished, making you let out a long, pitiful whine, releasing your death grip on the sheets to raise the hat and see what the ghoul would be torturing you with this time. You raised your head, found Hancock on his knees by the bed, looking at you with pure reverence, fingers running up and down over the plush, soft skin of your inner thighs.

You could feel the way his ministrations had spread your juices, the way the skin at the meet of your thigh and pelvis were glued together, sticky, pulling at your pubic hair just enough to be uncomfortable.

"What are you starin' at?" You panted, trying to get his wandering mind back to the matter at hand.

He grinned up at you from his perch, "What do you think?"

Fingers, crawling slowly, teasingly, up your thigh, into the divot where leg meets hip, tickling. Then, slow, gentle strokes through your pussy lips, scooping up all your wetness. A teasing, fleeting touch across your clit, making you seize, arching off the bed with a whine.

Then, the slick, slow glide of those fingers inside you.

"F-Fuck," You huffed, meaning to say something more like 'fucking finally, you torturer'.

"Such a pretty girl for me," Hancock says, that sly purr sending its own spark up your spine, mixed with his fingers, a slow, tantalizing in and out, "Been thinking about you for  days,  love. All alone out there, with no one to help you out. Running back home, to me, to let me help."

His fingers stilled. You clenched around him, every muscle in your legs seizing, your chest heaving.

"Is that what you were doing?" His voice was delicious, closer now. There's a bite into the flesh of your stomach, just above your belly button and you tensed against it, squirming into his fingers.

"Yes," You breathed, grinding hard onto his fingers, willing something, anything, to put pressure on your clit. You try squeezing your legs together, but Hancock's arm is in the way. A pathetic whimper escapes you.

"Wanna tell me about it, sister?"

You get out a "Please," legs moving restlessly, trying to get him to do anything, go in our out, anything at all. Blindly, you reach out and get him by the back of the neck, trying to push him downwards. You can feel his smile against the skin of your hip.

"Nngh- mmm, yes, I thought of you. Every day I was away." His head sunk lower, chin resting on your pelvis. "Thought about this, or sharing a hit of jet, or letting you pour wine into my mouth."

His mouth found your clit again, and you were sure you could cry, feeling his tongue flicking at the little nub, fingers starting to move again, a slow, languid in and out.

You arched off the bed, hands gripping the back of Hancock's head, legs going over his shoulders, pressing into his back.

"Shit," You breathed, one hand shifting to grab his forearm. The pressure on your clit increased suddenly, sending a spark through you that left you limp. Your hands slid from their grips, spilling onto the bed.

You looked down, finding Hancock's eyes on you. Then, he twisted his fingers in a way you didn’t recognize increasing the suction on your clit until you felt like he was trying to give you a hickey. You gasped, fingers digging hard into the bed, fabric rustling in your palms, hips snapping upwards, further into his mouth.

"Wait, that felt– do it again," You panted, to which he happily obliged, tongue and fingers twisting in a way that lit a spark in your body, like the strike of a lighter. A few more repeated movements and you moaned, probably loud enough to wake the drifters in the attic. Hancock's free hand wandered up the bed, catching one of yours in his own with a gentle squeeze. A moment so sappily romantic it managed to push you over the edge, your orgasm cresting over you like a warm wave.

Slowly, with a few extra nips to your inner thigh, Hancock sat back. Face wet with you, mouth curved up into a smile. You squeezed your legs together, shading your clit from the open air, chest heaving as you recovered from over stimulation.

"Get up here, please," You called, voice languid, hands reaching out to embrace him, crush him to you, hold him there forever. He obliged, crawling up against you, the texture of his pants against your naked thighs sending goosebumps across your skin. He slotted perfectly into your arms, pressing his mouth to yours.

You ached for him, wanting to get him closer, to tangle with him until you were impossible to separate. You kissed him like you were starving, all teeth and desperation, hands moving to shove off his vest, to unbutton his shirt, to get him naked, get him closer. He helped you, tossing the vest and then the shirt to the floor, warm chest pressing to yours, your tits trapped between the two of you, his rough skin grazing against your nipples, heat building behind your sternum.

Between your bodies, you felt his hand work at his pants. You were pressed so close together that every fumble grazed against your core, sending shocks of heat through you. You were so overwhelmed with need you couldn't decide where to put your hands, sure you'd be more of a hindrance than a help if you tried to get involved.

He made quick work of it, tugging down his pants, followed by his underwear.

He lined himself up, your excitement mounting until you were sure you would come again the second he entered. He captured your lips in another searing kiss, and finally your hands moved without you having to think about it, settling low on his hips in an effort to drive him closer.

"Ready?" He asked, and you felt your mind flash back to your first time with him, a rushed affair after a night drinking with him at the Third Rail. Even then, as it was a desperate fumble to get naked as fast as possible, spread over the couch in his office, clawing and biting with ferality, both of you desperate to get closer, even then, he had paused, hands on your panties, and asked, in that same soft tone, if you were ready, as if he expected you to have changed your mind.

"Yeah, I'm ready," You breathed, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.

It's a slow, slick, delicious glide that has both of you groaning. Something in you slots into place, all your frenetic energy calm, as you grip at Hancock's back, burying your face in his neck as he starts to move.

"God, that's so–" you gasped, unable to finish, unsure of the words. You hitched a leg up onto John's waist, dragged him in for another kiss.

His pace was achingly slow, his touches sickeningly sweet. You focused on the fullness of it, the way the glide and drag of it seemed to fill your lungs even as he stole your breath with his tongue.

You wanted to live in this moment forever, here with him, inseparable in every way, as close as you could be. Hancock's hips drove deep, making you arch your back with a gasp for air, his lips vanishing off yours. The pace stayed sweet, sentimental, and you relished every sound that came from his mouth, every trembling breath.

"Wait," you breathed, tapping his shoulder like a time out, "Lemme, ugh–" With a few moves, you've twisted the two of you around, him on his back, you supporting yourself over him. He looked up at you, eyes twinkling with pure adoration, as you settled yourself with your legs under you, hands moving to his chest so you can keep your balance.

You settled yourself down onto his cock, your hips flush with his, and his hands found your waist, squeezing with that same softness. You set a pace, still calm, but decidedly faster, enough that your tits jiggle as you move.

"If this is some fucked up hallucination," Hancock rasped, voice choked, "I swear I'll lay off the drugs."

You laughed, breathless, grinding down to find that perfect spot inside you, hitting it over and over again, until the pleasure of it turns the inside of your eyelids white and your hands buckle, give out.

Arms caught you, of course, Hancock flipping you back over, managing to land that sweet spot again, enough that the tension spreads across your body, every muscle tensing up as you moaned, inches away from your second orgasm. His fingers on your clit do the trick, a few tight circles and the tension suddenly seeps out of you, a long, silent exhale. He fucked you through it, pace slowing down as you catch your breath.

You lean up to capture his lips again, grinding your hips to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to speed it up, to chase his own pleasure, relishing in the way his pace grows frantic, sloppier.

He gripped your wrists, bringing them over your head, held tight in his hands. Your torso lengthened, chin tilting upwards, exposing the length of your neck to him. He pulled away from your mouth so you take the chance, craning your neck upwards to nip at his skin, finding the soft tendons and sucking hard.

Through gasping breaths, he asked, "Where– nngh– where do you want me?" Your legs tightened around him, hands clawing at his back, using all the strength you had to keep him where he was.

Already, you can feel the way your own pressure is building back up, the way the repeated slide of it drives you right back to the edge.

"In– in me," You gasped, muscles shaking as he managed to hit that perfect spot in you over and over, back arching clean off the bed. You still weren't ready to let him go, even as you neared your third orgasm, still desperate to keep him where he was.

"Are you–"

"John," You cried, his hips slowing as he stopped again to check, your welfare always at the front of his mind. Sure, it would leave you raw and burning, making the next round a bit more pain than pleasure, but all you could think about was keeping the sensation of him imprinted on you as long as possible. "I'm sure, please."

He rutted against you, hips grinding against yours. His head dropped to your shoulder, gasping against your sweat slicked skin, two fingers sliding down against your throbbing clit.

You whimpered against him as pleasure flooded your body again, your grip on him weakening as your muscles shook, legs slipping from around his waist.

You mumbled words of praise as he came, hands roaming around his back, onto his cheek, your whispers of, "So good, so perfect, you're perfect, baby," audible only to him as he moaned. You felt the heat of him inside you, the slow building of fullness even as he softened.

You felt the slow, familiar tingling that preceded the lightly burning pain that would start. You felt Hancock shifting out of you, his mouth twisted into a guilty frown in the skin of your shoulder.

You clenched, feeling the slow dribble of heat spilling onto your skin.

Hancock's lips traced a path across your shoulder, down your arm, the occasional wet smack or nip at your skin pausing his journey. He detached himself from you slowly, regretfully, as if taking his skin off yours was some great sin. And it was, but in the service of a greater good, grabbing a clean strip of cloth from the bedside drawer, cleaning you up in gentle caresses, stickiness removed from your inner thighs, even softer touches over your pussy lips.

You let him busy himself, even as your fingers itched to get him back, wanting to tell him that you'd had worse pain, that you'd hurt for him every second if you had to. Instead, you only smiled at him when he glanced up at you, reaching up to pull him back to you. He came willingly as you pulled him back into your arms.

Tension faded out of your muscles and you melted into the bed, hands wrapped around Hancock's middle. "Did you miss me while I was gone?" You asked, smiling, voice soft. You just wanted to hear him say it, your own little version of 'I love you'.

Hancock raised his head, pecking your lips gently, leaving them tingling.

"More than you could ever know," He said, painfully earnest.

"Mmm, I think I have some idea."

Notes:

The smut chapter took me ages to write for some reason, so if it sucks... uh. No it doesn't (if u see any spelling errors pls let me know tho)

Thanks for reading! Please leave me a comment, or request something, or just come chat with me!

[sweetvelaryon]

I somehow will write a fic where Lucerys and Addam get somehow to the Riverlands where they bump into Benjicot after the Battle of the Burning Mills and Jace hears that a boy that resembles Luke is in the Riverlands. he'll leave searching for Luke while Rhaenyra is in KL. when she gets back Jace is nowhere to be found and she now thinks her son was kidnapped. word of Jace being "kidnapped" gets to Cregan which he hurries to travel to the last place Vermax was seen which was in the Riverlands.

I'll let you all know when I put it out. it will have smut. lots of smut.

[callmelyc]

✨My 2023 KL Fic faves ✨💞

(Aka my fic wrapped....some of it I read way too many I have 300+ pages of history ok)

This is my list from Twitter that contains:

- Fic Rereads

-New to me reads (recs etc.)

-New to the fandom in 23 reads

All fics hand-picked that I've read and loved (or thought about) alot this year! So let's do this 💫

•Disclaimer: this list contains a mix of ratings for fics so pls pay attention to ratings if you'd like to avoid NSFW•

✨. You don't have to say I love you by XRider

Rated G

-forbidden love, childhood trauma but a happy ending (also mute lance!)

-alt universe non canon/no voltron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45973999/chapters/115719643

💫. Life Sound by savemeaplate

Rated E (NSFW)

- prince Klance, enemies to friends to Lovers, non human Lance

-medieval fantasy setting, no voltron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28395438/chapters/69578217

✨. Lifeline by peachyaslans

Rated T

-soulmates, shared injuries, friends to Lovers

-pre-canon & canon divergent

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/51176287

💫. Due West by europa_report

Rated T

-secret relationship, angst, Krolia & Lance bonding

-post S6, canon divergent

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/15588417

✨. Home by erinwantstowrite

Rated T

-canon rewrite, alien lance, team as family

- a revamped canon universe that's currently ongoing

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/38455249

💫. How long can this love hold it's breath? by artimess_chimes

Not rated no NSFW

-love letters, mutual pinning, denial of feelings

-canon universe, BOM era Keith

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/50344408

(y'all knew this was coming I shouted about it as it updated on twit):

✨. My soul has your claim, my soul is in flames by TellyMauve

Rated T

-confess or be trapped, love confessions, not actually unrequited love

-canon universe, canon divergent s7

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/46906135

✨.status rouge by perfchan

Rated E (NSFW)

-lance skincare shenanigans, getting together, crack treated seriously

-post canon universe, cracked me up the situations are ridiculous in the best ways

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/48173959

💫. Insomnia by viren_writes

Rating E (NSFW)

-mating rituals, jealous Keith (I love this tag), aliens made em do it

-canon universe, post s6

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/21502387

💫. Challenger of the maze by erinwantstowrite

Rated T

-smart lance, team as family, lance arc

-canon like universe, lance centric with hints of kl

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/38368447

✨. I killed sendak for this by hiuythn

Rated T

-humor, husbands and temp amnesia

-post canon universe, very sweet

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/17659658

💫. Galaxy station 87 by iridania

Rated M

-mystery, illness, unreliable narrator (it got me good and normally I see thru them)

-canon like universe, missions

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/15930527

✨. One life for the two of us by iwriteshipsnotsailthem (a fave writer)

Rated T

-single parent Lance, tattoo artist Keith, fluff and angst

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800272

💫. The greatest unknowns by keithsgaycousin

Rated G

-single parent Keith, pediatrician Lance, falling in love

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/33240130

✨. One wheel short by youareinacomawakeup

Rated T

-alt universes, angst & langst, shit gets real

-somewhat canon compliance lots of alt universes

✨. Breathe into me by cyberkogane

Rated M

-jealous Keith, lance has a Galra bf, endgame Klance

-alt canon universe

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/15234423

💫. If it's not broken by emo_texas_toast

Rated E (NSFW)

-humor & smut, lance trying to seduce landlord Keith, happy ending

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/46620268

✨. Ten minutes on the clock, 20 years on the mind by negativefouriq

Rated T

-bamf lance, angst, hurt/comfort

-canon like universe, I think about this one alot

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/38976807

💫. You're a dream to me by icedpink

Rated T

-alt universe canon divergent, secret relationship, team as family

-v cute

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/45049723

✨. Love me twice, save me thrice by witty_name

Rated M some nsfw

-fae court, magic, intrigue

-alt universe no voltron, their love is so magnetic

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/25599466

💫. Wicked rather than virtuous by 2dick2down

Rated E (NSFW)

-dramatic lance (he's so funny), miscommunication, jealousy

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/19198666

✨. So, Darling (save the last dance for me) by negativefouriq

Rated T

-pov outsider, smitten Keith, soft klance

-alt universe canon divergent

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/48090406

💫. Dusk till Dawn by hannaadi88 & hunkydory

Rated E (NSFW)

-fae lance, angst, ambitious lance

-huge warning and spoiler: not klance endgame, Reccing it bc it was good but it hurt like a bitch at the end

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/26258401

[disinherited-dornishman]

Crisnyrent Smut Fic - Update

Okay before I start, I want to preface the update with the fact that I'm going to make this my first ever experiment in writing a full story before uploading it, in my life. I will be keeping you all updated here on tumblr so you know it's not abandoned, and maybe I'll take some days, at most a week, to write some short one-shots to keep you guys fed in between while you wait (actually short one-shots this time, it's not turning into another An Impossible Choice dammit!)

So the first chapter of this long-planned smut fic is 14000 words long!!! Ofc it's first draft, and now that I'm writing the whole thing before I upload, it might vary significantly, but that's the preliminary word count.

And it's all. plot. So much build-up, there's angst and fluff and build up to more heart-wrenching angst. The premise is an AU where Rhaenyra and Alicent befriend Criston sooner (the timeline won't be so fleshed out, just enough to get an idea) and the three of them become a known trio in KL. Bisexuality all around, though much of it in the form of pining and sending heart-eyes from afar, omahgaaa🥰🥰🥰

I actually like how its turned out so far, but now in the second chapter is when the angst I've been building up to is going to blow up and I'm kinda postponing because the first chapter ends on such a hopeful and lighthearted note omg i don't wanna hurt them 😭😭😭

Finally I get to write Criston more cunningly, like he deserves to be, even if it's not for as dramatic a purpose as Kingmaking in canon.

And god, when I finally get around to writing and making ideas for the actual smut scenes (which will be after a lot of plot), goodness. I'm very much excited for that.

Anyway, that's the update. Hope you guys are as excited to read as I am to write and share it! Love you all! Mwah mwah

[minniiaa]

FINALLLYYYYY THE SMUT CHAPTER DKLFJKLASJF;KL!!! This was so fun and satisfying to write I just loved giving Law the lovin he so desperately needed. <3

(One Piece, Law x Luffy, Explicit)

Law lost everything. His family, friends, and dream of becoming a doctor. Everyone who ever loved him had died and he was convinced he was cursed. He turns to drugs, unable to bear the pain anymore. One year after the death of his friends, Law decides there is no hope left for him in this miserable world and chooses to end his life but through a twist of fate, he is discovered by his neighbor, Luffy.

When he wakes up in the hospital with a strange and handsome guy by his side who challenges if he ever truly tried to move on, Law realizes no, he didn't. He decides to get clean, to give life one last try there has to be a reason he was given this second chance. Luffy declares that he’s going to be Law’s friend and help him through his recovery and Law decides to accept his offer, only because he knows he can’t do this alone. He would use Luffy and then he would move on, that was it. He discovers quickly that Luffy is unimaginably kind, stubborn, and desires to be more than just friends. It terrifies him that he feels the same.

He had been searching for a reason to stay and maybe it was right here, in the form of a cute, goofy, twenty-one-year-old firefighter. Who would have ever thought? Certainly not Law.

LENGTH - 7 Chapters / 65,782 Words

TAGS - Romance, Suicide Attempt, Drug Addiction, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Withdrawal, Drug Addict Trafalgar Law, Firefighter Monkey D. Luffy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Recovery, Healing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bottom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Top Monkey D. Luffy, Everyone Needs a Luffy, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Healing Emotional Trauma One Fanfic at a Time, Shared Trauma, Law Believes He's Cursed, Trafalgar D. Water Law Needs a Hug, Law Has A Praise Kink, Possessive Luffy, Codependency

[branwendaughterofllyr]

Do you have any other fic recs for your poison tree fans 🙏 it's dire out here

Anon, I KNOW. There are very few HoTD fics that I unabashedly like, and even fewer long form political ones.

But there’s some I can recommend.

I recently blitzed through Dragonskin by Missybee303 and it’s one of the few Aemond/OC fics I’ve actually really enjoyed. The premise seemed just a tad far fetched to me at the start but it completely earns it by the end. Jeyne, a farrier’s daughter and secret skinchanger in King’s Landing, encounters Aemond after Vhagar’s saddle breaks, and this changed the course of their lives and the Dance. The author clearly did their homework, and this is one of the few Dance fics that I’ve seen actually tackle the politics and emotions of the Dance based on the barebones F&B gives us, and it does it with grace and style. I loved loved loved the side characters the author built in (special shout out to Jeyne’s dad, Denys, who stole my heart and the show.) and how organically they meshed into canon. This the only long form Dance fic I can pretty unabashedly recommend, especially if you are interested in world building and wider ensembles. (It even avoids the over competent Aemond syndrome trap that so many show fics stumble into.) My one gripe is there is A Lot of smut, to the point that I was like “enough! Get back to the story!” But I know that will be a positive to many people, hahah. It’s almost done so you don’t have to worry about it being abandoned and it’s very long and satisfying.

I’m keeping an eye on Scorched Earth by 0Junebug0 which is a Rhaenyra’s daughter OC/Aemond fic. But wait!! Before you run away at this tired old premise, know that so far this has been primarily been a character study of the Team Black family dynamics, particularly how Rhaenyra would deal with a daughter and how being a Targaryen women is not all it’s cracked up to be. It’s only six (normal length) chapters at the moment but it updates frequently. As of the last chapter, Aemond has finally appeared on the scene, so I can’t speak to how the main pairing is going to play out, but I have high hopes. And the prose is genuinely very gorgeous and atmospheric, so if you are were drawn to “a poison tree” by the writing style, this might just hit the spot for you.

The oddball on this list is Salvation by Targresurgence, which is another Aemond/OC fic. Jeyne Hightower (wow, I really do believe in Jeyne supremacy in HoTD fics), the daughter of Ormund Hightower is sent to KL for Alicent to make her a match. Aemond decides that actually fuck all of that, his mom’s cousin deserves only the best (him) and shenanigans ensue. I like this fic, but it’s sometimes against my better judgement, but when it’s good, it’s good. I respect this fic primarily for the massive mommy issues it gives Aemond and Aegon II, and it’s attempts at worldbuilding that are a little hit or miss (but when it hits, it HITS). It also has one of my personal pet peeves in it, which is killing off Johanna or Elenda to make Jason or Borros into sexual threats to one of the female characters (why this is so popular, I do not know. Drives me bonkers) but that’s my nitpick. It IS a bit of a wonky fic in places, so fair warning on that, and prepare to suspend some disbelief. It is unfinished and hasn’t been updated in a little while, but it’s fanfic. Never give up hope.

If you are interested in more book canon and Alicent centric fics, I really like what we’ve gotten so far of The Heretical Education of Lady Alicent by @aifsaath. It’s part of a larger ongoing series, The Sky is Always Red Above Valyria, exploring various dynamics of book canon, with a heavy focus on Alicent, Aegon II, and Baela, but this one has to be my favourite. It’s also beautifully illustrated, so even though it’s only three chapters long at the moment, for sure check it out.

In the same breath, the joint work Our Father’s Clad in Red by @gwenllian-in-the-abbey and @aifsaath is a book canon Aegon II/Baela fic that explores the aftermath of the Dance and how House Targaryen is to rebuild in a world without dragons. If you like world building, psychological exploration, good prose, and gorgeous illustrations, this may just be the book canon fic for you.

A brief shoutout to signs amidst the starry mirth by xiaolongbaobei, because I know this one is very popular and gets recommended a lot (as it should). This is a fem!Aemond fic with very GRRM-esque writing and the most terrifying and well-thought out Daemon I think I’ve ever seen in a fic. I really love gender-bending fics that really think it through and this one just has a great prose style and is actually addressing the politics of the Dance.

Obligatory witchcraft in your lips by slaymond mention. This is Aemond/Sansa crack treated with deadly seriousness and somehow. It’s really really really good. Great writing style, on point characterization, I’m sure you’ve already seen this fic recommended somewhere.

…. I also kinda vibed with @charmtion’s Daemyra fics? I’m not a daemyra stan by any means, but I’ve loved charmtion since their Jonsa days, and I liked salt more than I thought I would. If you have an inkling of an inclination towards Daemyra as a pairing, check this out. They also have a Helaemond fic, thyme, if that’s more your speed. Charmtion has a very loose, vivid, dreamy style that I have just adored for ages, so I would not count these fics out at all.

And is it even an HoTD fic recommendation list without including the one and only See, What Happened Was… by the legendary @daylander1000? This Aemond/Rhaena fic asks the question “what if the Velaryons actually had plot and character relevance and also what if Aemond and Rhaena had the chance to be weird, slightly murderous children together?” One of my favorite depictions of Alicent and Criston to boot (especially since now Mine Was The Hand You Reached For by HaughtHightower appears to be deleted 😔). It’s not been updated in a while but the author is a very busy person and I’m very happy to let her take her time.

I’ve read a lot of HoTD fics by now and these are the ones that I’m like “other people should read these too actually.”

Oh! An addendum! If you are seriously looking for a long piece of fiction that deals with a succession crisis, you might want to read When Christ and His Saints Slept by Sharon Kay Penmen about the real history of the Anarchy, the civil war between Matilda and Stephen over the English crown that inspired the Dance of the Dragons in the first place. In this time of fandom drought, if you are a fan of “a poison tree,” you should seriously consider giving this book a read. It’s so good.

[jacqulinetan]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged!!!! thank you @ursae-minoris-world, you're truly so so kind to think of me.

I'll be real honest, I'm only on tumblr very intermittently and I don't really know how to use the platform at all. I'm scared that my formatting will be really messy and make people angry if I put a wall of text on their feed. So hopefully I figure out how to do the jump cut. But I just finished a fic so it's very fun to do one of these and talk about my writing. And I always like to see other people too, so I thought, hey I will give it a shot. Here's the questions:

How many works do you have on ao3? Right now I just finished my 74th work on ao3! Fifty four of those are vld, twenty four are sheith proper

2. What's your total word count on ao3? 993,716 words. I'm set to hit a million this year, I think!

3. What fandoms do you write for? LOL can you believe it? We're still loving Mr. Keith Voltron in the glorious year of our lord 2024

4. What are your top five fic by kudos? Oh well, my sk friends aren't going to be impressed--- my kl fics always take top spots for kudos and bookmarks. I attribute this not to talent or popularity but just because that side of the fandom has a much wider reach. For the sake of the questionnaire, I'll answer properly, in order: 'it's you that's haunting me' takes the top spot by a wide margin at 2,591 kudos to date. 'that mullet, etc' is currently at 1,788 kudos, and after that it's 'cross my heart,' 'swapping out silence,' and 'things that go bump in the night.'

5. Do you respond to comments? I do! for me, one of the best parts of fic is the community between authors and their audience. For the majority of my fandom life I've considered myself more of a reader than a writer, so I really treasure it when I leave a comment and an author responds. It's so special. As an author, I do respond to every comment, though sometimes it takes me a long time. I'm always so impressed that people are not only reading my words but digesting them and thinking on them too. It's wild to me. A very precious gift.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, my friend, that fic is yet to come. the wip I've got on my closest back burner has a real humdinger of an angsty ending. I'm excited about it. hmmmm if I had to answer now.....I'm not sure! usually I'm a happy ending kind of girl

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? well well well, now I have to answer this one properly don't I? Are we thinking happiest like 'biggest emotional pay off for the reader'? Or happiest like 'Keith is wildly happy' by the end? I think 'heart nailed open' has a very good emotional pay off (though I wrote it so perhaps I can't judge too well on behalf of the reader). If I am really thinking, in which fic is Keith truly the happiest he could ever be by the end...well, I try always to make Keith happy but, in 'the whole story' he has everything he could ever want AND a very nice couch.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not routinely. I did, actually, get a very nasty comment on a fic in 2023 and it legitimately hurt my feelings. Made me feel like I should not be writing at all, actually. But, can you believe it? Friends came out of the woodwork-- people I rarely talk to, even-- and jumped in my comments section and really defended me. like, I really had all kinds of people on my side, defending me! So that meant a lot to me, and I was honestly so surprised, and I'd like to give every one of those friends the kindest hand press because I really did feel very taken care of in the aftermath.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh, I don't know! I have plenty of E rated fics but I don't know if I will ever master a true PWP. to me, the sex scenes I write are not so original or exciting, nothing to really write home about lol. I'm not a fan of publicly being negative about my stuff, so I will simply say that I wish I could write some really off beat toe curling wild kink, but it's probably just not my personality to do so LOL

Is this getting really long?? should I be embarrassed ? should I close the tab and never think on this again? hmmm no

10. Do you write cross overs? Cross overs with what, my dear? There's only one Keith

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Oh I think 'it's you that's haunting me' strolled on over to wattpad or some such site without my permission back in the day, but I've never really looked into it. What I don't know cannot hurt me, right? I highly doubt that there's been some crazy highway robbery for perfchan words.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't think I have! But I did have someone ask to record a podfic for one of my stories, and I was so flattered and thrilled!!!!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! I don't have much interest in this, I am very shy about my writing and I fear I would be too cagey to be a very good collaborator.

14. what's your all time favorite ship? Keith x Being Loved and Cherished the Way He Ought to Be

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? (covers face) I don't have any unfinished WIPs.... it's not in my Type A personality to leave things undone.....

16. What are your writing strengths? This is something to really ponder!!! What /are/ my strengths!!! huh!!! well. I figured out early on that my favorite things to write are atmospheric and setting heavy -- both my most popular fic (it's you that's haunting me) and my most personally beloved fic (heart nailed open) have this in common: they have a lot of detail about the setting, and a lot of effort put into ~vibes~ of the story. so I think, if I could be self indulgent and chose which writing bits I'm good at, it's that type of thing. I really like crafting a scene you can settle into with all of your senses

17. what are your writing weaknesses? too many to list!!! I very often read my own writing and I always enjoy it (I wrote it for myself afterall) but sometimes I wonder....why did I spend so long on this particular bit? I think I am not very good at making a story tight. I wish I could master the art of being able to 'trim the fat' so to speak, really be precise with the story, but I simply don't have the chops! I can never understand how to make it better than I already have! perhaps if I keep writing long enough, I will get better at this

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? this question would really open up a can of worms on the kl side of the fandom LOL. I will admit it, I've had Lance speak spanish a time or two. I don't speak spanish myself so in those rare instances I have been VERY careful to keep things straightforward and try really really hard to not be cringe worthy to native speakers

19. First fandom you wrote for? the first thing I posted online was a USUK fic in a hetalia LJ comm. I can distinctly remember the first time I ever read a fic with *there was only one bed* (it was usuk) and WHEN I TELL YOU MY EYES WERE OPENED. I was forever changed on that day. of course I wanted to try my hand at writing after that

20. Favorite fic you've written? You would ask me to chose a favorite of my children!!! Oh! I simply could not!!! No, seriously, it's 'heart nailed open.' I love that fic

This got so long !!!!!! I can't imagine anyone reading all this !!!!!!!! but omg if you did thank you!!!!!! I'm shy about tagging people in the best of times, and like I said at the very beginning, I am very very shaky on tumblr etiquette, so I had better not tag anyone. but if my friends enemytosleep or grem or kacy or monday happen to see this, I would be very excited to read your responses!!! okay bye!!

[beelxshartic]

𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 ℝ𝔼𝔻𝔻𝔼ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔸ℕ 𝕎𝕀ℕ𝔼 :Chapters on ao3

tags: First Meetings, Love and Envy at the same time, Is it an Arranged Marriage if Aemond is scheming his way into it?, OC POV, Aemond POV, Scheming, Romance, Mutual Pining, Eye Sex, Smut with scheming, Dry humping, Oral Sex,

THE UNHINGED FIC SUMMARY CHAPTER 8-12

Jaehaerys and Aegon in chapter 12:

Viserra in heaven after seeing who her granddaughter's husband is:

Helaena and her kids through all their povs and moments in fic: if only Dreamfyre could have stickers

Vereena to Helaena about Grey Ghost, when Helaena praises him;

Aegon after Vereena raised all prices on wine, moreover he can’t get his money back in No way because he signed in blood that for her support HE CAN’T TAX her after the war 

What Viserra and Saera were putting on Vereena when she was a child;  

Daenera during her rare times in KL: 

[cambion-companion]

And you really are simping over a man who burned many people alive because he was angry he didn’t get to fight Daemon as he thought and you basically are writing smuts for this sociopath? And when he will be doing this you will tell good, burning alive is not a crime, but grooming is so bad. Well, it might escaped your notice but Aemond got outsmarted by Daemon 2 (whole situation with Daemon taunting him and then Daemon jumping off the Caraxes and making Aemond No Eye). Well, Daemon is much smarter than Aemond, knows how to use other’s weak points to his advantage and is basically so fearless and badass to jump from his own dragon to other. I can’t wait for you all to see what a loser Aemond truly is. He basically left city undefended which made it easier for Rhaenyra to take it and all you have to say is that he loves his family. May I remind you that Alicent and Helaena suffered as prisoners because of his arrogance. He hasn’t seen war before yet he thought it would be great to go and fight Daemon while his mother and Criston told him not to. They saw right through Daemon's behaviour and he didn’t care about their opinion. Is this a proof of his love for his mother? Totally disregarding her? And then, when he died Daeron needed to somehow clean the mess in KL which he caused and died during this. So basically if Aemond had never left KL, Daeron will fight near the Oldtown and the Greens could have won. Your view of him loving his family is so twisted and horrible, he was the reason B&C happened and Alicent and Helaena were r**ed repeatedly. Such a family man indeed. Your level of delusion is really out of this world. Killing innocents just because he got angry, are you practising this way of dealing with anger so you can relate to him or what? I wonder what stupid excuses you will come up this time? Maybe 4 men attacked him, he got flashbacks from childhood and lost his mind in the process? He is nothing but bloodthirsty sociopath who can't be left unsupervised

Guys! Guys! I found the crazy Daemon stan! Hahaha or it found me! I'm honored, truly. Anon, you've provided the perfect example of why I cannot stand most of "team black". Most of yall are still sucking on pacifiers 😂 you're probably not old enough to even be reading smut, so please begone.

[tobiastotoby]

Nate x John Hancock

Smut warning, but long chapter about their beginning together

Hancock sat on the dusty couch in the old state house, chems laying all over the place. His room over looking his balcony covered in nothing but shadows. Most of the guards expected for a few down stairs had left for the night, drinks at the 3rd rail, they had even Invited him but this time was a rare no.

Hancock felt he had done enough for that day, a new face in good neighbor, an old “friend” dead and a inspirational speech, He thought about how he looked so cool with his little speech he had given that after noon, the one After He arrived, Nate the soul surviving human from vault 111, as he Nate had told him almost instantly upon arrival, the tall man had caught his eye instantly.

Nate looked to be 6’3”, hair as dark as the night cut into clean crew cut, sharp eyes almost the same dark color as his hair, a strong jaw only lined with a bit of stubble. You could see the muscles he had in his thigh alone through the bright blue vault suit. The man looked like he was straight out of a pre war magazine, a super soldier just ready for action. Maybe Hancock really had just never seen someone look that out of place, body untouched by the harsh wasteland. Still when he was Finn was trying to push his usual scam he felt like he needed to get into it, before he could even take a step, Nate had gotten aggressive immediately.

Watching Nate’s face twist, he could tell he was going to cause a fight. Finn tried to keeping pushing it, going as far as to reach for his knife but only really getting to pull it out, Nate mr super man was faster. Not even going for his throat or the immediate kill, just seeming to want ti cause pain, pulling and twisting the knife as he pulled it out. Chunks of dark red making splat sounds as they repainted the whole area, nate had pushed his body into Finn’s in a tackle and just kept stabbing the side of Finn’s body pulling back while still holding on to Finn to bring his carnage up to Finn’s chest. The loud screams Finn let out as bled out rather quickly, Nate had stabbed him up along the side of his body and into his chest damn near 17 times. You almost had to respect it, the speed and accuracy, Nate had attacked him with almost a personal vengeance. How prefect it was for this man to walk into the down town common wealth. He was happy to welcome Nate into his lovely little neighborhood, Nate would fit right In with the crazies, That’s how it was it good neighbor, how Hancock made it.

Nate’s attack was all he could think about, it was like it was a hit of buff out, or just a demon but the violence Nate was so capable and clearly ok with was enticing. It was like a rush, the rush of his beloved chems, ‘Does Nate use chems too? What was he doing in good neighbor? How does this man operate before being frozen for so long?’ Even KL-E-0 was impressed, offering him some jobs too. Hancock fiddled with his sash, the red, white and blue made him think about what life was before the war. How people would walk down the non cluttered streets, the building standing tall. How did Nate feel coming back to this world?

Nate, himself, was having a blast. No longer did he have to participate in the contest that was his life. His son was out there and he was just having the time of his life. Everyday he woke up he would feel the guilt in his chest, his son was out there but the blood. This would was unbound by strict almost dictatorial rules obeyed. The second Nate had come out of the vault the radiation burned softly, he was forced into so many different fire fights but nothing he couldn’t handle. Nates previous life had almost prepared him for this, being a pre war soldier, he knew how to use all different kinds of guns, how to craft explosives, and of course how could he forget the battlefield.

Nate sat on the ratted barstool flagging down the mr. Handy robot for a beer. The bad lighting of the bar hid a lot in the shady little club. The people smelt of garbage and the beer was warm but at least the music wasn’t bad, the woman on stage wasn’t ugly either. Nate had felt himself get a little uncomfortable the converted subway station was once one he used to get to get home from work a few times. ‘These people wouldn’t know, fuck em’. Leaning his head back and finishing off the can he slapped some Capps down onto the unpolished wood and he got up.

Good neighbor was definitely different, he almost wished this was his introduction to the wastes, diamond city just made him feel bad about the people who were struggling. This town was full of something, and somebody, not that he hadn’t seen a ghoul at that point but one so friendly. The man dressed in John Hancocks clothes then took his name, watching him announce himself as the mayor then throw down jet off the balcony in front of everyone. The people hung onto every word he said, a wild man John was, he felt a little bad about the job he was gonna do.

After he killed Finn and speaking to the mayor, Nate was really just focusing on getting money, vendors often had jobs and setting his sights on the first he saw, the robot KL-E-0 had a job warning him it wasn’t fun. He would help Bobbi no nose another ghoul who was apparently a con, with a reputation like that he almost turned the job down but she offed him some pretty good money. So when Nate found himself unground with Hancocks little friend telling him that Bobbi lied to him and that they were stealing from Hancocks it was no surprise that Nate pulled a gun. Thankfully they let him handle it himself, pulling out his gun a pointing it at her head to pull the trigger was calming, he head flew back as red sprayed over the wall behind her, a gaping hole of busted eyes and brain matter fell to the floor in seconds. Hancocks lackey had told him to report to Hancock and explain himself.

All with 2 days of stepping into good neighbor he had killed way too many people to count on his fingers and almost stole from a beloved mayor. ‘This couldn’t be anymore humiliating, this man I’ve never done anything to and I was think we were cool, now I have ti fight him maybe’ the old state house was in even worse shape then he thought it would be caving in floors and ceilings at the very least the circle staircase was being kept up, you could see the new wood they were trying to use. He felt no different standing before the ghoul, As Hancock sat on his couch huffing some jet

“Listen I didn’t think Bobbi and I were robbing from you, she said diamond city, the bitch” Nate feeling like he had to clarify as fast as he could, as ready as he was the guards outside were at his back and Nate couldn’t rush anything.

“Don’t worry I got the story from my people, Bobbi’s always been a con artist, please take a seat” Hancock couldn’t deny he was excited you could hear it in his cheerful voice and smiles. “What’s your poison?”

Nate almost wanted to leave, he had a feeling something was going to change the corse of this conversation, slowly he walked over ti the opposite facing couch sitting down on the old red furniture announcing “mentats”

“Oh really, you must be my kinda my man” Hancock started to speak but as he moved around looking for the specific Chem his voice had kept up the cheer. Finding them in his coat pocket the closest pocket to his heart he handed the fleshly man the pills.”So I assume you are asking why you are here, well in the few days you’ve been here you’ve caused quit the stir, can’t predict what you’ll do next”

“It sounds like this is a bad thing” Nate dropped his voice to a much darker tone, he would not let Hancock force him into submission.

“No actually it’s the opposite, I like you, you are a wild card, you do what you want when you want and you are having the time of your life, I can tell” Hancock’s face wasn’t something Nate was used to the gruff voice was different but the grin on his face was different. A real charmer he was, Nate could see it.

“Listen I know you travel around the commonwealth just basic doing mercenary at work, I’ve also heard some word of your good deeds, I want to help” the grin has slowly disappeared when he said that, the rough voice was asking so nicely. Why not.

“Alright, why not I could use an extra gun” Nate didn’t really know him but what harm could he do to him realistically. Nate would’ve crushed him. Popping some of the white pills in his mouth as a celebratory gesture of their new budding friendship.

Mentats were a little slower than other chems in the wastes but hey Chems are chems and Nate wasn’t a bitch. Hancock being the self appointed king of Chems wha a perfect person to have with him. After the night they met that’s all they did was blow stuff up and so chems together, It was nice though. the two were able to talk the entire afternoon well into the night after everyone had when to sleep, being with a mercenary made it so Hancock was comfortable letting all his guards out for the nigh, it was his house after all. The drugged up pair were still up in the dark of that old state house room crushing up mentats and snorting them. The clear sky being the only light they really had but it was just enough. Nate and Hancock sat on the couch laughter filling the room as the two recounted their lives to each other, the two were rather fast friends but how could the two not be. A raging superhuman with anger issues and a Chem addicted walking ‘monster’, In the time they shared it brought feelings of almost trust. Nate was happy to have someone understand him, he felt like Hancock not just understood him but wanted to encourage Nate’s behavior. The two has been wrecking the wastelands, blowing up raiders up for at least a month now. How little time it felt to them, all the Chems they did definitely made things between the two clear.

The drugs were in a full effect, their brains felt like they were melting into a puddle together and they were bathing in it. Warmth is all Nate felt and to feel it with Hancock was just more bonding the world wasn’t ready for. Two violent men it was almost uncanny how calm and fun they looked in that moment. The pair had been climbing over the couches wrestling each other, Hancock was definitely losing but he couldn’t be mad if his hot friend wanted to rub up on him he was not going to complain.

“Hey Hancock not that I’m not enjoying it but your hand is in a spot” Nate’s giggles we’re almost alien to him if you didn’t know that deep down the beast that was Nate was really immature man who liked drugs and guns.

“Well hey if it’s not a problem then I should keep my hands here, maybe move them around” Hancock was taunting him trying to get Nate to fight him back.

“ well if it’s not such a problem you should press a little harder” reasoning with Hancock, Nate will always lose. “You should push a little further down.” Hancock almost thought it was a prank but he had to see where it went this beautiful man was enticing him to do more, so pulling his hands down pash Nate’s waste he lightly pressed his hands into Nate’s groin. Laying out the tiniest sigh Nate couldn’t help but throw his head back and try and communicate through body language that he wanted more of Hancock

‘This is your chance Hancock don’t blow it’ the thoughts in his mind were rampant. Nate had moaned because of him and wanted more of him. It wasn’t hard to find other guys in the common wealth but one so pristine he almost felt he needed papers for Nate. Not wasting time Hancock pushed his hands up to Nate’s face while pushing his knee closer to the larger dent in Nate’s pants.

“Come closer, I know you want more” Hancocks voice was so confident and compelling Nate could feel his body move closer into Hancocks push his body into Hancock almost entirely covering Hancocks body. The sound of Nate breathing heavily was so close to his ear, Hancock lifted his upper torso ever so slightly to just barely touch Nate’s lips. Pausing for a moment to see signs of any kind of hesitation, the only thing that could be seen though was Nate being the one to push down into a kiss. Starting out slow the two have soft short kisses, pulling away just enough to look the other in the eyes and do it all over again. Soon enough Hancocks felt the kisses become deeper and start lasting longer, Nate almost not wanting to come up for air. It became apparent Hancock would need to give the same in return so wrapping his arms around mates neck, as they stopped pulling away for each other Hancock pushed his tongue out just barely enough to even get a hold of he felt Nate slide his tongue under his into his mouth. Accepting the invasion Hancock began to play with the tongue in his mouth, the attention Nate was giving to him felt unreal, almost an animalistic approach to it.

With Nate on top of Hancock it was easy for Nate to push himself onto Hancock, leaning all his weight into him. Nate could feel his dick twitch as he kept grinding himself into Hancock body. The ghoul was warm and surprisingly quiet soft to Nate, his soft body only made Nate want him more, A strong desire to be ‘on top’ in more than one way. After letting Hancock make the first real move Nate felt he needed to step it up his game. Grabbing Hancocks hands he held then above his head pushing, Nate putting hand up his shirt slowly lifting it above Hancocks chest.

“Nice tits if they were any bigger I’d fuck em” Nate couldn’t help but crack some sly horrible joke at that moment, he really did imagine getting a boob job from Hancock but it’d just be Nate jerking his cock off on Hancocks chest. This was the first time there were gonna be together, Nate wanted to do right. Deciding Hancock hadn’t hand enough teasing, Nate pulled his pants down ever so slightly leaving Hancocks chest and boxers were exposed to him. The look Hancock was giving note was one he’d never forget. This ruthless man’s face was redder than normal, panting ever so slightly and eyes almost begging Nate to rip his clothes off right then and fuck him into the rug.

“Come on,you can’t just stare at me” Hancocks shakey voice wasn’t unheard “at least hit me with some jet” Nate was happy to comply, holding the inhaler up to Hancocks mouth he pressed the top and released the gas inside. Giving Hancock his dose had made him visibly calmer then he was, Nate had decided while watching him take the hit that Hancock was clearly in need of a different kind of love. Pulling the belt from his suit he tied Hancocks hands together and to the leg of an end table. Nate finally began to take off his vault suit leaving him in nothing but boxers and some socks with a lot of holes. Nate’s boxers looked uncomfortable, the large bulge in his pants suggested a very fun time for Hancock. Nate could feel Hancocks started at him, it really only made him harder, his friend wanted him bad. Taking Hancocks pants off completely was just torment for him, Hancock almost wanted to beg him to just rip a hole in his pants and start fucking it. With the tent that had become all to obvious in Hancocks pants Nate pulled hancock around to push his clothed ass into his dick, throwing Hancocks legs over his shoulders.

“How do you feel Hancock” Nate’s voice was lower yet concerned for him.

“It’s just really hot in here, I’m ready though, you can put your dick in me” Hancocks shy voice had been out all night but this time he spoke so clearly.

“Ok, but I can’t just start going let me touch you a little bit, I promise you’ll like it” Nate’s concerned voice was one only close people got to hear and even that was comforting to Hancock.

“I don’t mind a handsome beast like you touching me” Hancock excitement was unmistakable. When Nate ran his hand down Hancocks body he pulled his boxers down to show his cock at full attention. Nate softly grabbing his cock, doing the same to himself Nate pushed the two of themselves together. Showing his full attention to the 2 cocks pushed together Nate sit on them. Now it was a wet feeling, Nate’s cock was bigger than Hancocks for sure but how could he be mad when his beautiful dick was pushing up against his. Nate wrapping his hand around the two, gently pulling on their cocks together. The precum from Hancock just made the whole thing wetter making Nate have to pull harder. His dick felt so warm in Nate’s hand.

“Nate come’on you can’t just keep playing with me” Hancocks moaning out seemed to only make Nate’s hand pull on their cocks even slower.

“You’ll have to tell me what you want Hancock, be specific” Nate’s voice was so close to his ear it could be heard clearer then church bells.

“My demands are simple pull the rest of my clothes off, stick the more mentats in my mouth and fuck me into this floor” Hancock felt like the wind had left his body the second he finished his sentence.

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The mentats siting on the stained and cracked coffee table almost felt like they were staring right back at Nate, how could he stop himself. Pushing some down his own throat Nate grabbed Hancocks face opening his mouth while pouring the mentats into Hancock mouth.

“You demand is my command” Nate’s response hinted he was far deeper in this than Hancock had originally thought.

Happily Nate pulled Hancocks shirt up over his head leaving his hands tied and his shirt thrown around his arms. Nate had moved his hands to Hancocks chest only to hold his chest still as Nate began to kiss down his stomach. Hancock could feel his cock twitch, only for his reaction to be met with an ever so slow Nate stopping at his cock, looking Hancock in the eyes Nate wrapped the head of his shaft around his lips, using his tongue to explore the new flesh.

Hancock was almost completely stunned, Nate staring him in the eyes while continuing to suck in more of the skin, Hancock could feel Nate’s tongue on the underside of his cock making sure to give that spot extra attention. Hancocks body felt warm, and the slow wet push of a finger near his ass. Nate’s finger gently began to push inside him, as Nate began to explore Hancock, Nate’s eyes intensified as Nate began looking for any sign of distress. Seeing Hancocks face only get redder and that he has begun to pant Nate had taken it as the go ahead to begin pumping his finger.

Hancock let out a moan as he felt his ass fill, ‘what is his cock gonna feel like’. Hancock felt so different as Nate had taken his charge, his body felt so good. He felt it in his stomach he was gonna cum.

“I’m gonna cum” Hancocks whining finally pushed Nate to push into his ass faster. Hancock body pushed his dick up into Nate’s mouth, he felt the release and cooling in his body as he painted Nate’s throat white. Nate being the absolute trooper he was let Hancock push into his throat not wanting to waste a drop of cum. How long it’s been since Nate’s dead wife allowed him to be himself and suck some dick, too long.

Finally pulling up off Hancocks dick Nate said “still want me to fuck you into the floor, seems only fair after only you’ve cum, hmm” the hum in his voice sounded hungry.

Hancock turned himself over onto his stomach to wave his ass towards Nate “come on big guy, stick your fat cock up my ass” Hancocks voice was a command to Nate. Grabbing his ass Nate pulled his checks apart, if he was going to fuck Hancock as hard as he wanted Nate wasn’t going in dry. Nate felt so comfortable pushing his tongue all over Hancocks taint, feeling like that would be enough on his ass Nate spat into his hand and began to rub it into his dick taking his time lining his cock up to Hancocks hole. Soft gentle massage could be felt on Hancocks hips.

“Please tell me if I hurt you” Nate’s concern filled voice reminded Hancock Nate really does care for him after everything said and done. Only a quick nod was returned, Hancock felt his hole stretch to fit even the tip of Nate, he wasn’t small by any means. Discomfort slowly turning to pleasure as Nate quickly hit Hancocks prostate. Noticing the loud moan out of him Nate focused all his energy on that spot in his ass. Nate’s hands staring to hold on tighter to his skin, gripping his hips Nate did something a little unexpected by slapping Hancocks ass.

“OH FUCK, do that again, slap my ass!” Hancocks begging was instant he didn’t even know he liked it but fuck he wanted Nate to slap him around.

Fueling the fire inside Nate he had begun to seem to go harder. Holding Hancocks ass with one hand while the other left red prints as Hancock moaned it out. Nate began to pull his ass onto his dick, he wanted to cum in his ass he wanted to mark Hancock as his, he could feel himself getting closer, Nate couldn’t let Hancock cum after him he needed to last long, grabbing onto Hancocks dick again he pulled on the skin feeling the twitching in his dick he knew Hancock was going to lose it.

Nate was right as within a minute Hancocks dick burst into Nate’s hand, the sight gave Nate what he needed to finally bury his cock deep in Hancocks ass and let himself cum. Little trusts here and there to rid out his high.

“Oh fuck Hancock your ass, you have not idea” Nate’s huffs could be considered words as he rolled over and out of his ass.

“So my ass is that good huh” Hancock let a little awkward hoping this was going to make anything weird.

“Look I can’t ask you to like be my boyfriend or anything really but can we at least keep doing this” Nate said, he wanted Hancock just as much as Hancock did.

“Absolutely”

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

Now is the violent Alysmond smut in response to the letter he recieved from Daemon? I mean this has the potential to get nasty AF, sad boy Aemond 'pretending' to be all guilty but then Daemon drops a bomb on him.

I hope his heart fell out his arse when he read that letter.

It is not.

So, the story starts with the letter that y'all saw in the sneak peek, but then we go back in time to the day Rhaenyra and Daemon took King's Landing and actually kick off the story from there.

The violent Alysmond smut I teased comes after Aemond learns that KL has been taken and he has no way to get to Wifey without either losing the war or prompting Daemon to kill her. He's insanely stressed, so he "needs" a good, angry fuck lol

[diddeoglaurapaatur]

De sidste dage

Så er min rejse ved at være slut.

Jeg forsøgte at presse så meget ud af den sidste uge med familien i Australien, og i søndags holdt vi både fødselsdag for David, Eddie, Joy og Jeanne og afsked for mig.

Til fødselsdagen/afskeden gik vi en tur ned og gav køerne gulerødder. Chris og Joy lejer et hus ud tæt på deres eget, hvor udlejer har to køer gående i en indhegning.

Det var ret koldt, så vi pakkede os godt ind, hvilket var heldigt, for det var den eftermiddag det begyndte at sne lidt.

I lørdags havde jeg inviteret Chris og Joy ud at spise på en lækker restaurant, som tak for deres gæstfrihed.

Mandag blev brugt på at pakke, jeg nåede også et smut ind til David og Kat for at sige ordentligt farvel. Jeg var med David henne at hente Eddie og Jeanne i børnehave, hvor Eddie meget begejstret sagde hej, og Jeanne kom løbende mod mig og gav et kram.

Jeanne havde også næsten hver dag efter børnehave de sidste par uger spurgt "Laura?", så det varmer da, men det gør også afskeden hårdere.

David og Eddie tog med ud på farmen og sov nattwn til tirsdag, hvor de så kunne køre mig til bussen, som skulle tage mig til lufthavnen.

Jeg lavede aftensmad mandag aften, og Eddie hjalp en lille smule, hvor han kunne.

Tirsdag gik vi også en tur til køerne, lavede puslespil og legede lidt. Eddie var begejstret for at se mig om morgenen og sagde, at han havde ventet længe på, at jeg skulle vågne, så vi kunne lege.

Virkelig hyggelig formiddag. Det var da hyggeligt indtil, det blev lettere kaotisk, for 1,5 time inden David og Eddie skulle køre mig til bussen, kom Chris med hunden og sagde, at hun skåret sig på noget, så hun skulle måske til dyrlægen og have et par sting. Chris og Joy var noget uenige om planen, og vi skulle have frokost midt i det hele, så lige pludselig blev alt rimelig kaotisk og stressende.

Vi endte med at køre en halv time tidligere ens planlagt, for så kunne Chris hente deres truck, der havse været til syn, for de kunne alligevel ikke tage hunden til dyrlægen før efter kl. 14.

Jeg var ret glad for, at vi smuttede før, for jeg blev stresset af bare at være i huset. Eddie var også smuttet uden for og legede selv efter hans frokost, hvilket jeg godt kan forstå, for stemningen i huset var noget presset, og David var der ikke lige i den tid, hvor alt sank i kaos.

Men jeg kom på bussen og kom til lufthavnen og sidder nu i Singapore og kan snart boarde mit fly mod Doha, Qatar.

Flyet er længe ventet, for ankom i Singapore i nat 3.30 og kunne først komme af med min bagage kl. 7.45. Jeg fandt et hjørne at ligge i, hvor jeg kunne få en lidt urolig søvn, men jeg fik da lidt.

Efter dette fly har jdg 36 timer i Doha, og det er svært at glæde sig til, når jeg er så træt, men jeg ved, det bliver godt!

- Laura

10/05-2023

[wonderingduke]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

— BASICS

NAME : Vinny/Vincent

PRONOUNS : any tbgh but people usually use he/they

ZODIAC SIGN : Libra but I was born at like the right time at night that Scorpio was also in the sky so I consider myself a cusp of the two

TAKEN OR SINGLE : taken but I am poly and pan!

— THREE FACTS

I've always loved dinosaurs and history ever since I was kid, I ate up those fact books on ancient histories and animals like nothing else mattered!

I was a practicing pagan for awhile but due to mental health and living situation I've had to put on hold but, I've been told the few times I've done tarot and oracle card readings for people they were well done and correct! Ive been told by a few that I have good natural talent for it KLHKLJH

For Spotify wrapped I've been in the top 1% for Mika and Orville peck I love these two a lot as well as the indie band Rare Americans. music fills me with so much joy and I love applying it to ocs and muses.

— EXPERIENCE

PLATFORMS USED : discord and tumblr I honestly don't have much experience rp I'm not like those people who have been doing it for years I mostly write and developed ocs and talk about events and headcannons for them mostly wasn't until the last five years I've picked up rping way more.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES : I honestly don't mind whatever but I do love writing up replies for prompts and stuff it's a fun thing and I enjoy it.

—MUSE PREFERENCE

GENDER : mostly end up doing masc characters but it's not by much I have pretty much equal fem and masc muses

MULTI OR SINGLE : I do have a few single blogs but, my need to rp so many characters and such caused me to make a multi as well (current my most active single muse blogs are @wonderingduke and @hauntedmoonstone

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S) : Idc as long as it isn't like you know racist homophobic etc people from real life and shit.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF: I do like fluff but mostly for shorter rps there has to be a lil more than sickly sweet fluff for it to go on for a long time for me.

ANGST: LOVE it haven't rped it much but Im constantly thinking about it KLHKLJh

SMUT: IDK honestly I'll rp it I don't mind a lot of my muses are lowkey easy to get into that mood KJHJKLH but I haven't rped smut before other than with my boyfriend and an old close friend.

tagged by @imposingclaymore tagging: anyone who wants to do this I can't think of anyone right now who either a) hasn't done this yet or b) would actually do this KL;HJJKLh