Smith was folding and sorting laundry on the couch when the doorbell rang.
Trott perked up excitedly, shifting where he sat beside Smith.
“Stay, Trott,” Smith reminded him as he stood up and left the room to answer the door. “Good boy.”
Ross was coming over today. Trott and Smith had asked Ross if he’d be interested hanging out while Trott was in puppy mode, and it was a little daunting, introducing someone to Trott’s whole puppy persona. But Trott couldn’t be worried- because Ross coming over only meant company, and dogs loved company.
This afternoon, all Trott had to do was be his best pup self.
Tags: Gentle BDSM, Non-Sexual Intimacy/Kink, Puppy Play
CW: nothing I can think of?
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I went through my bookmarks on ao3 from 2017 and picked out some fics.
Most of these aren’t Yogs/Hats, because I wanted to showcase fics outside of that fandom as well. There are lots and lots that I’m certain I’ve forgotten. If you’ve written in the same fandom I do- thank you for sharing your work. I hope to see more in the coming year, but if not, you and your work are still appreciated all the same. So, thanks!
The fandoms I’m actively reading in are Yogs/Hats and Critical Role. But I read anything that interests me in pretty much any other fandom, whether I’ve seen content from it or not. Find something you think I’d like? Feel free to rec me it down below, or on Discord or something.
Fics are sorted alphabetically by title. Summaries are italicized, and my comments are in parentheses. Archive Warnings will be listed where applicable, otherwise, there are none. Mind the tags, and happy reading ^^!
Smith pushes himself up off his knees, the cold making his joints ache in the slightest hint of age, and wipes his mouth with the hand that isn’t holding crumpled banknotes. He rubs the soreness from his legs from kneeling for so long. The stable master of the house disappears further down the alleyway, ducking around the corner and out of sight. Smith stumbles back inside the manor house on chilled feet, and in the dim candlelight, he almost misses the figure waiting for him. At finding one of his servants outside after-hours, Lord Trott grabs Smith’s forearm, tugging him out into the hallway and inside the routinely stocked pantries of the Trott Estate House. “Smith, where have you been?”
CW: unprotected sex, Trott calls Smith a slag once?, mention of lords being physically rough with servants, dubious because position of power/authority, sex work, blow jobs if I need to tag something else, let me know.
“I’m sorry,” Smith mumbles, “I know it bothers you when I don’t call to say I’m going to be late…”
“I can’t sleep, when you’re gone. It’s weird not having you next to me,” Trott replies.
Smith doesn’t know what to say to that. “How can I make it up to you?” he asks instead, brushing his fingers up Trott’s abdomen, “I could do you a favor. Or you could…punish me?” He smirks.
Trott glares at him, unimpressed.
“That’s not how that works.”
“I know that, but-” Smith squirms closer to him, nuzzling his way into Trott’s embrace. “I could use the reminder, couldn’t I?”
CW: BDSM, bondage. class differences. use of a belt. if I need to tag something else, let me know.
When Trott had pulled Smith from the ship wreckage that came ashore during the storm, he’d thought the man to be dead, what with a leg splintered in the wrong direction. Trott didn’t ask Smith why he’d been out to sea with a forecast of bad weather; in return, Smith didn’t ask why Trott lived alone, so far from coastal cities. Smith had his own secrets, his own scars, and his own stories to rival Trott’s. Neither were willing to admit they were hiding- from themselves, or from things they couldn’t change.
CW: Illness, Injury, Shipwreck, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Scars, mention of blades/knives/surgery(amateur medicine/stitching), talk of water/storms?
If I need to tag something else, let me know.
cw: theatre shenanigans, crappy first meetings, assholes, arguing/yelling/fighting, acting out drinking issues, relationship problems, gendered slurs?, car accident (no injuries), brief mention of familial death/homophobia in a play
If I need to tag something, let me know.