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Black and Bronze

Yoroi-No-Kyojin

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Reads 1,036
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Parts 13
Time 5h 36m

Yoroi-No-Kyojin

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-- Evelyn finally turned her gaze back up to Hancock and when their eyes met, something warm and electric seemed to shoot through them both; the same white-hot arrow piercing both their chests. Her breath caught and her eyes widened... and she saw that same awe reflected on his scarred face.

Something was there. She wasn't sure what it was, but it scared her. Evelyn moved to pull back, to thank him for his help and make a hasty retreat, but his hand caught hers and that confident grin was plastered back onto his face, as if he too had caught himself and quickly put his facade back into place. "We can't disappoint everyone, now can we?" His voice was playful, but underneath that she felt like there was a genuine question. "After all, you did ask 'the handsome mayor' to dance." --

[[ A Fallout 4 fanfiction centering around Sole Suvivor x Hancock! This includes many of the NPCs and companions and also includes many different adventures, both canon and made-up. This fic has got it all -- angst, adventure, gore, comfort, romance, and steamy smut. ]]All Rights Reserved

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Wet Wild Summer || Ongoing by authorNavya

A mind fucking Dark romance. She is holding a Knife in her hands, and pointing it towards him. "Don't come near, or I'll stab you right in your chest." She whispers. A smirk forms on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward. Pressing his chest against the sharp edge of the knife. Her eyes widen with fear. Her knees felt weak. He presses his chest more against the edge, until the blood tosses out of the chest to the knifes blade then to her hand. "I'll gladly die, if you are the one to do it. But that ain't gonna happen." _________________________________________ It's him, who can do anything to get what he wants. ANYTHING. He is POSSESSED what's his, Forever. Obsessive, Eye Catching Side. The One who can bring Anyone on his/her knees. Same as he did with AISHA. -It's her who I chose, It's Her who belongs to me. ONLY ME. Dare you. *** Aisha, A hot fucking as fuck bitch. One controls the Around of her. Head over heels for this Lady. Eye catchy body with eye catchy sharp mouth. Her mouth works like a scissor. -I'm better than them, and I'll be better than them. ALWAYS.

Atom Bomb Baby - Hancock x Reader by Really-A-Huge-Nerd

It has been a year and a half since you awoke alone in Vault 111 and you still haven't found Shaun. So far you'd made many friends and created a life for yourself in Sanctuary Hills. You had thought that you'd never be happy again, until you found yourself in the town of Goodneighbor. You and Hancock had really hit it off and you'd been together ever since. Lately though, it seems everyone needs your help, and you're finding it harder and harder to find the time to spend with your favorite ghoul. This is a Hancock x reader and its finally finished. There's smut in the final chapter and sexual tension throughout. This is my first fanfic so give me lots of feedback! I don't own any of the fallout settings or characters!

Addicted by BD_Connoll

"You have no idea how badly I want to make love to you," he responds with a shake of his head. "I love you so much," he continues and my heart melts. "I love you," I whisper back. "Okay, I'm going to make love to you now, Angel. It will hurt a little, so let me know if it hurts too much," he says and leans down to kiss me. "I'll be gentle," he tells me. Keeping his eyes locked on mine he shifts his hips forward slightly and enters inside of me. My mouth widens as he enters, and I feel a slight pinch. He was right, it does hurt, but it's not terrible. "Christ! You're the sun!" he calls out. I watch his face crumble. He buries his face in my neck and then he's above me again, his hands on my cheeks again. ... For 20 year old Alison Scott, love was never something she deemed herself worthy of. Not until he came along. With his tousled brown hair, lean muscular body and smile that ignited everything south of her body; he was unbearably attractive and intimidating to Alison. She thought he could never be interested in someone like her, until he was. Was living in the same household together with someone you want and need such a great idea? As they embark on this journey together, Alison discovers her own desires as well as all the secrets Isaac keeps. You will become addicted to Addicted. Warning: 'Addicted' contains graphic depiction of violence, sexuality, strong language, mature themes, and drug references. Reader Discretion is advised. BOOK 1: ADDICTED BOOK 2: CRAVED (in the making)

And She Continued Pt 1 by MadamMuffins

At first she thought maybe it was a dream. Maybe the whole thing was an early afternoon nap induced nightmare. Until she opens her eyes and is greeted with her husbands corpse, missing son, and the total annihilation of the world she had once been a part of. When her survival instincts prove too strong to let her just fade away, the Vault 111 Sole Survivor begins a personal quest to get revenge on the institution that took everything away - including the woman she once was.

Hired Gun Turned Fun by SpicyLemons4Life

Female Sole Survivor (Y/N) A.K.A 'Charmer's meeting and befriending of the ex-mercenary MacCready in Fallout 4. This is my realistic interpretation of how it would feel, to be the sole survivor trying to find a second chance at living, in the wasteland, based on the events in the game. My imagining of what was said in between missions and how the trust between them formed. Slowish-burn, friends-to-lovers romance, with occasional angst and grief, commonly found in the Wasteland. Both Charmer and MacCready deal with having lost their first loves, due to circumstances beyond their control, yet somehow still manage to fall in love again. Charmer and Robert both face hardships along their journey towards saving their children. Will their newly budded romance be able to withstand the pressure? Or will it prove to be too much for these hardened individuals to take? This story follows and retells quests mostly for timeline and plot purposes. Based heavily on my recent/current playthrough, where I did all of MacCready's companion quests early in the game. Caution Mature Content: violence, death, language, drug-use, mental health issues and descriptive sexual content.

Pride and Promises ✔ by thorns_or_roses

"You found me as a kid. Now let my adult self grow old with you..." --------------------------------------------- "We'll marry as soon as we meet again." "Pwomise?" The little girl held out her pinky finger. The boy entwined his own pinky finger with hers and kissed her lips shyly. "Promise." -------------------------------------------- Two successful people with their equally giant egos... Will they be able to keep their pride aside and fulfill the promises they had made to each other? Or will their promises be burnt by their blazing pride? 26 year old Evelyn White is what you would call a perfect 10. Beautiful, confident, successful and with a mysterious air surrounding her, she is the one most would kill for. Despite her young age, she is the CEO of a famous multimillionaire company built all by herself. Everyone is intrigued by her but no one has been able to get close enough to unravel her mystery. Until he came along. Meet Adrian Stone. The youngest billionaire. The most eligible bachelor. He is cold and ruthless to the world but has a soft corner for the beautiful Ms. White. He is content with admiring her from afar until fate brings them together as business partners. Now that he's back, he's intent on fulfilling the promise he made to her long time ago and make her do the same. Both of them being equally powerful magnets, watch as their hearts get attached and prides get clashed. Which one would win? ________________________________ Credit for all the pictures including the cover goes to its rightful owner. Amazing cover by @crazyyfictions

Wicked Honey (18+) by hauntingthem

When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.

Weak by An_Average_Freak

WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS MAJOR PLOT HOLES, AND IS ALL TOGETHER VERY BAD. I SUGGEST YOU READ MY NEW BOOK, Skeletons In My Closet. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. When they slowly cut my skin, I didn't scream, when I felt their blades lightly drag across my stomach and legs I didn't shake. This was my life and I was used to it. It was fine. When they slowly cut my skin, I didn't scream, when I felt their blades lightly drag across my stomach and legs I didn't shake. This was my life and I was used to it. It was fine. When his red stamp hit my card, I couldn't dare look. But those red letters attacked my eyes; Weak. ---------------------- This was the Alpha playing with his food. I could imagine how he would stalk to me, his head high with all his teeth showing. His pure white fur not being touched by the dust he had created when he chased after me. I can only imagine how every step for him would be a leap for me. That blood would hang from his mouth and drip onto the forest floor but not even faze his fangs. I was terrified of him. Even if I couldn't bring myself to mention it, to be weak and choose to submit. These thoughts kept me running, the invisible echo of a laugh that wasn't really there stayed in my ear, even though he was nowhere to be. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• He was terrifying, but yet, at he same time he was safe. AU: I STARTED WRITING THIS 2 YEARS AGO. ITS NOT THE BEST STORY.

Alive by teacup_s

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ✦ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ │ Surviving The End _______________________________________ │Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, something stronger. Something deadlier. │ The world has descended into chaos. Aisha wakes, disoriented and... surprisingly alive. Or at least, something close to it. She quickly learns that humanity is no longer alone-creatures have mutated far beyond recognition, and she is no exception... _______________________________________ │Follow the journey of Aisha as she becomes a survivor in a dead world.

Collide✔️ by ForeverAimee_

Highest ranking #1 in utopia -•- "It's about how your hips move," the hand that sits on my waist finds my hip, his fingertips trailing lightly along the fabric of my skirt. "When you arch your spine," he continues on, letting that same hand migrate, his fingertips resting against that central dip of my back before running upwards with the most gentle firmness. I crane away from the touch which leaves sparking heat in its wake, only forcing me further into his chest. "It's about sexual euphoria." His travelling hand finds my neck, cupping it lightly. "What are you doing?" I ask him, hardly coherent. He leans down, once more letting his warm breath fan over the shell of my ear. "Making a move." He tells me plainly. My breath, in response, catches. "You are awfully bold." I find myself saying. "You don't get anywhere without confidence Allora." -•- Allora has known nothing but wealth and good fortune. Born into high levels, she's surrounded with maids and butlers, with expensive clothes and jewellery. Her world is one she enjoys. That is, until she meets a boy. An insatiable flirt with a charming smile and brazen attitude. Then, worlds collide. -•- Undergoing slow grammatical editing Some mature language and themes Sickly sweet & tragic (you've been warned)

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Wet Wild Summer || Ongoing

A mind fucking Dark romance. She is holding a Knife in her hands, and pointing it towards him. "Don't come near, or I'll stab you right in your chest." She whispers. A smirk forms on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward. Pressing his chest against the sharp edge of the knife. Her eyes widen with fear. Her knees felt weak. He presses his chest more against the edge, until the blood tosses out of the chest to the knifes blade then to her hand. "I'll gladly die, if you are the one to do it. But that ain't gonna happen." _________________________________________ It's him, who can do anything to get what he wants. ANYTHING. He is POSSESSED what's his, Forever. Obsessive, Eye Catching Side. The One who can bring Anyone on his/her knees. Same as he did with AISHA. -It's her who I chose, It's Her who belongs to me. ONLY ME. Dare you. *** Aisha, A hot fucking as fuck bitch. One controls the Around of her. Head over heels for this Lady. Eye catchy body with eye catchy sharp mouth. Her mouth works like a scissor. -I'm better than them, and I'll be better than them. ALWAYS.