#chaosfic

Starting the ride off with...

So, chaos and agony is something I’m looking forward to so much it makes me vibrate a little, but I can’t actually talk about that much. It’s a collaboration with someone else and they should get a say as to how much of it I babble about. (Though they’re welcome to comment on this and add some info if they’d like)

Stimulus, response - Connor/Hank ficlet, rated M because it didn't quite merit an E

wherein (Deviant!)Connor learns that a) erections can be deeply inconvenient, and b) that's what a crush feels like

Teaser:

“Morning, Connor.” Lieutenant Hank Anderson’s usual greeting is accompanied by the usual yawn, and by a familiar companionable clap of a hand on Connor’s shoulder.

[//Erotic stimulus received//] [//Arousal subroutine activated//]

Connor freezes in his seat, blinking in confusion.

>>CMD: cancel activation [//Error: arousal subroutine cannot be canceled while active//]

“Well?”

“Sorry?” Connor answers distractedly, looking up at his partner.

Hank, still standing next to their desks while taking a sip of his coffee, gives Connor a wry smirk. “This is where you usually tell me it’s not actually morning anymore.”

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Dalinar👏 gets👏 pegged👏 aka A Sample Size of One

Full work and kind of a hot mess of tags on AO3; a little teaser excerpt below!

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The phallus Navani straps on isn’t particularly large; but then, she can’t quite imagine wanting anything huge rammed up her backside, either. Not that she has any experience in that particular department, on the giving or the receiving end.

She’s still vaguely surprised that Dalinar does have that experience. Though perhaps she shouldn’t be; she’d certainly heard things about what soldiers got up to, travelling on long campaigns and sharing barracks as they did.

In any case, it had been quite the conversation she and Dalinar had had, embarrassing yet exciting all at once. Once Dalinar had made the suggestion, Navani had… pretty much interrogated him about what exactly he wanted. It had been rather fun watching her stoic wall of a husband blush and fidget like a youth when it came to explaining how, precisely, he wanted Navani to fuck him.

She might have teased him about it a little; Dalinar had teased her right back about taking notes of his answers.

In her defense, the notes had been extremely helpful. She’d studied them privately. And extensively.

Working hard - some classic Lokius desk-blowjobs smut

Lil opener teaser:

“Mobius, you work too hard.”

Loki waited; then he stood and heaved a long-suffering sigh when his comment got him nothing but a distracted grunt and mutter from his grey-haired TVA minder. They were at Mobius’s desk— still— in the echoingly empty TVA office floor because everyone else on the floor had already gone home for the night, leaving the two of them— again— the last ones there.

“More importantly,” Loki continued, dragging Mobius’s page slowly away across the desk with two fingers until the analyst finally blinked and looked up at him quizzically. “You work me too hard. And not in any sort of fun way, either, I might add. Which is quite rude of you, really.”

With that, he finally had Mobius’s attention. Loki didn’t bother trying to hide his smirk as Mobius turned slightly pink, jaw twitching for a moment before he found a way to respond to that.

“I don’t exactly see you actually doing much work, y’know,” Mobius said. Loki inwardly gave him a point for the brave attempt to sound unbothered. Attempt being the key word. “Maybe if you helped out a little more, we wouldn’t be stuck here so late every night.”

Ambushed - smut ft. flustered-but-horny Adolin

Includes tags such as Bisexual Adolin Kholin, Semi-public semi-blowjobs, and everyone's favourite planterlanche 🪴

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Flanked by a friend on each side, Adolin was already blushing within about three seconds of walking into the so-called “lounge” with Akedan and Jakamav.

“This,” he hissed quietly under the music while the two guided him towards an empty booth, “is a— a strip joint, not a lounge.”

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I finally accepted I'm never going to finish what I had planned for that Witcher x Assassin's Creed crossover fic, so! Here is a more open-ended short version instead that can at least see the light of day and get off my WIPs list 🎉

A Compromising Position on AO3; rated E

ft. Ezio smouldering at everyone, Geralt/Ezio Friends with Benefits & History, and some good old-fashioned Geraskier pining.

also orgasms.

The Heat Within on AO3

Mind the tags xx

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The Cinder King watched with satisfaction as his newest rebel captives were hauled to the holding cells. Another corridor, his. Another pathetic little band of short-sighted dissidents, his. As it should be.

There was work to be done before the next batch would be selected and left for the sun— but nothing that required his direct attentions for the moment. A smile spread across the Cinder King’s face, the glowing gem in his chest flaring with a surge of power and energy.

There was ample time to celebrate.

He sent a mental command to his Charred, all of them. They responded immediately; he felt them bounding eagerly to their destination with the Cinder King’s own excitement building within them.

He followed, not racing to the chamber as the Charred did, consumed and driven as they were by base ferocity and hunger. Instead, he strode purposefully towards his command ship at the center of the assembled city, feeling his Charred through the bond. They had already begun to converge and clash, spurred on by the energy burning in their chests and the desires of the Cinder King himself.

By the time he arrived, all his Charred were already there and the room was a sprawling tangle of half-naked bodies. Biting, grappling, writhing.