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Current obsession: Sons of Walter (OC) by @otomiyaa
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💚 the cuddle lectures (Loki x fem!reader)
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🩵 Sweet Monday Morning Shenanigans (Sons of Walter)
🩷 At the movies (Elemental 🔥💧)
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💚 pumpkin carving is a serious, human business (Loki x gn!reader)
🩷 switch of schedules (Howls Moving Castle)
💜 my TICKLETOBER 2023 fanfics (11)
💚 Truth or dare (Tom Hiddleston x gn!reader)
♥️ Don’t you dare, devil! headcanon (Matt Murdock x Jen Walters / SheHulk x Daredevil)
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GIYS IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY I TRIED TO DO THE COOL THING WITH SIMOINS TEETH BUT I LVITERALLY COULDNT DO IT WITHOUT IT LOOKGN WEIRD I NEED TO FIGURE THAT OUT
Are you accepting asks? If so... Lee!Flins with ler!Illuga or Lee!Illuga with ler!Flins? Thanks for your attention anyway, your drawings are very beautiful!
Firstly after seeing the trailer I thought project Hail Mary was a dystopian movie so I didn’t want to watch it but now after seeing so much sweet art and a adorable clip from it, I don’t care if it spoils something I just need to know:
Is this the kind of movie where they die and you immediately escape into denial and fix it fics where everything was fine OR… ? /lh
Lastly ive seen this alien in a 2 minute clip and fanart and I love them 💕
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Ilya’s cocky about it, at first. Naturally. Why wouldn’t he? Shane, who is so inexperienced, so sweet and defensive about it and so willing to learn anyway. Ilya enjoys being his first, or at the very least his first something. He doesn’t ask. They never ask; not at first, but there’s only so much a body can shield. Ilya can tell when he comes too quickly, when he does something to him with clumsy hands and an uncertain and overeager mouth. Things that Ilya enjoys, though he knows Shane feels frustrated sometimes. But he learns. Oh, he learns.
Ilya likes being desired, so of course he laps it all up when he notices the way he stares at his lips. Relishes in the way he flushes when Ilya taps his chin to force his gaze to meet his. Shane always keeps their gazes locked for longer than Ilya thinks he wants to, and he equates that with stubbornness, because he got caught, because Ilya can see the lust in the way he always rests his gaze on his mouth. Ilya notices it each time.
The other part, the rest of it, he notices much later.
It freaks him out a bit, if he’s being honest. Lips are different to dicks, or muscles. Hands even. Staring at someone’s lips means you wish to kiss them, and while Ilya’s never had any problem with kissing Shane - craves it, though he tries not to dwell on it too much - he realizes that it’s intimate in a different way.
But Shane’s using him for sex too. He tries to tell himself that. And Ilya knows sex. Ilya knows how to move and how to charm and how to suck and how to bite. Of course Shane’s staring at his lips. Of course he fucking wants him.
The much later, where the rest of it gets discovered, finds them with labels and confessions, and it’s this new ease, which is more terrifying than Ilya’s ready to admit, that has him finally noticing it in between the mundanity of their days at the cottage. And Ilya realizes he’s probably known about it for a lot longer, but has never known how to interpret it. Decided to latch onto what he thought he understood.
“You don’t like eye contact.” It slips out. He doesn’t usually tell Shane how he’s interpreted something. Prefers to ask and let him explain.
Shane shifts where he sits. He doesn’t like being caught out. Ilya knows this. Ilya wants to bite his own tongue off.
“I-” He clears his throat. Ilya wants to jump off a cliff. “I have a few issues with it, sometimes.” He looks up then, right into Ilya’s eyes. “Does that bother you?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, not at all.”
“Okay.” He lowers his gaze, first to Ilya’s lips, then averts it completely. Ilya struggles against the instinct to reach for his chin and tip it upward. Has a moment of brief panic that he’s crossed Shane’s boundaries when he’s done it before.
“Do you, uh-” It’s early morning. Nowhere for them to hide. No darkness to make decisions for them. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Their knees are brushing where they sit, cross-legged so that Ilya isn’t too close and can see him better. As long as their knees are touching he decides there’s no reason to panic.
“I don’t really know what I would say about it.” He shrugs, and Ilya tries to see it as something casual rather than something dismissive. Something defensive. “I’ve always had trouble with it. It just-” He looks at him, at his lips and then his eyes. “It takes me a while to be able to look at people. It’s not like it scares me or anything. I don’t know.”
“Is it too vulnerable?”
“Not always. And I mean-” He smiles. It’s not sad. It’s fucking beautiful. “Vulnerability can be good too.”
Ilya nods. And yet he can’t always look at him. And yet he loves him.
“It’s nothing personal, you know.” Shane places a finger to his knee. “I wish I could look at you all day everyday.” He doesn’t blush when he says it. Has found a home within his feelings. Ilya’s glad, though he misses the timidness sometimes.
“You kept looking at my lips,” he says. “I thought you just really wanted me.” He says it with a smirk which doesn’t reach his eyes, he can tell.
But Shane laughs. Shane laughs and squeezes his knee and it makes Ilya pull away on instinct. “No, I definitely really wanted you. When I look at others I will look at their forehead or something.”
“Oh.”
“Does that make you happy?”
“Very.” He leans in, lets Shane close the gap. “I feel bad for not having noticed.”
“I think twenty something years of doing it makes me pretty good at hiding it.” Shane presses his palm into Ilya’s knee. “It-” He cuts himself off. Ilya gives him time. “It kind of made me panic a bit that you noticed it. It’s fine though,” he adds, eyes on Ilya’s. No stopover at his lips. “I think it’s probably a good thing that you know.”
“Oh?” Ilya gently prompts and puts his hand over Shane’s.
“If I’m ever not looking at you, or not fully at you, you won’t think I’m mad or pulling away or anything.”
“You forget I am not the overthinker in this relationship.” He grins when Shane huffs and laughs when his knee is squeezed again. “Hey, is true.”
“You love my overthinking.”
“Yes.”
Shane pulls his gaze downward, and Ilya thinks he’s rebooting or resting again - whatever the reason he does it - only to realize he’s looking at his knee. “You’re ticklish here.”
“I’m not.” He’s not sure why he’s denying it.
“You so are.” Another squeeze, which has Ilya reaching out to push his hand off. “See, right here.” Shane’s so happy about it that he doesn’t have the heart to put up a front. Most importantly, Shane is looking at him, looking him right in the eye, and he doesn’t seem to struggle with it. It seems to be happening with ease.
And who is Ilya to ruin that?
He rubs at the spot. “Ah, maybe a little bit.”
“I didn’t even know that. Where else are you ticklish?”
Shane leans closer, his gaze still on Ilya, and it’s the intimacy of it all, the playfulness and trust which has him rooted to the spot. He will only move when it becomes too ticklish. When squirming won’t be enough to handle it. And Shane will tease him in his own way and maybe Ilya will be embarrassed, but it will be worth it if Shane looks at him with comfort. And with time, Ilya will realize that comfort doesn’t always mean eye contact. That Shane can rest his gaze on his lips, his lap, the wall behind him, and be perfectly at ease because Ilya doesn’t demand something of him.
He will find all of this out. He just has to endure some tickling before they get there.
Shane places his hand on Ilya’s ankle. “Are your feet ticklish?”
Ilya fights the instinct to pull away. “No.”
A grin finds Shane’s lips. It’s almost scary. “I think you’re lying.” He taps a finger, once, twice. “Prove me wrong, I dare you.”
Ilya makes a determined sound. “You know I do not lose dares.”
“I think you’re about to lose this one.”
Shane looks so happy to be teasing. Ilya will claim that as the reason for how quickly he folds. One tickle to his foot, his knee, an experimental poke to his ribs, and Ilya will grab Shane’s wrists to stop him, and he will only retaliate once Shane’s gaze isn’t on him any longer.
A/N: Below is a list of the chapters of the first book published so far, including their summaries.
CHAPTER I
Summary: Isaac and Philipp have their first encounter with Elliot and are directly pulled into a little incident.
CHAPTER II
Summary: After what happened at the tavern, Elliot returns home safely, spending an evening with his beloved family, his thoughts still lingering around his two mysterious saviors.
I'm gonna tear out the thread one by one from your skin
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Characters: Shane/Ilya
Summary: "If we win you have to stay still while I tickle you." "And if we win?" "Oh, the same." Or, Ilya keeps his promise.
A/N: Sequel to this. I admit I am a bit nervous to post this as so many people enjoyed the first part, but here it is! Short and sweet and sexy, I hope :)
Warning for sexual themes.
Words: 1.2k
[Read it on ao3]
Boston didn’t even win, and so Ilya was ravenous when he entered Shane’s apartment. Pissed off and horny and wanting to devour. Shane usually liked him like this. Was usually ecstatic about it because it meant Shane won more than once.
Tonight was different. He had felt on edge for two weeks, though not in a bad way. His nerves had settled all over his body rather than in the pit of his stomach, and so he had been twitchy, he had been pacing, he had been quiet and then he had been rambling. He was glad the day had finally arrived, if only for his own peace of mind.
Ilya crowded into his space, though he didn’t touch him. Not yet. “Hollander.”
Shane bowed his head. “Rozanov.”
“You feel great, I’m sure.”
“Well, winning’s always fun.”
Ilya huffed. “I will make sure to have fun too, then.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you,” he said, his voice terrifyingly low. “I will tickle you if we win-” His finger ghosted over the hem of Shane’s shirt. “-and I will tickle you if we lose.”
Shane swallowed. “I remember.”
A hint of a smile settled over Ilya’s lips. “Have you been nervous? Or excited?” He slipped a finger beneath the shirt. “Or both?”
Shane averted his eyes. “Shut up.”
“Both then. Exciting for me.”
“Oh god, please-”
“Please what?” Ilya tilted his head. “Please have mercy? You know I cannot do that.”
Boston didn’t even win, and so Ilya came with vengeance. He came with vengeance because he knew Shane was ready for it. Knew he had been craving it the entire time. A phone call hadn’t been enough. The texts Ilya kept sending him were not enough.
“Remember,” he said, taking a step closer so that Shane was fully trapped between him and the edge of the bed. “Stay still.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“You will try. I will be gentle.” His grin was lethal. “At first.”
Shane felt silly for laughing as he was tackled to the bed, but maybe it helped them both. The playfulness of it all. Ilya pinned him to the mattress and captured his mouth with his own, let Shane get into it, back-archingly, moaningly, embarrassingly into it, before he finally snuck a hand to the curve of his side. It could be just any touch had Shane not been anticipating it, and so he knew it had started when he stiffened and Ilya didn’t stop. Ilya always stopped if he thought something was wrong, but his fingers kept curling, even as Shane whined.
“Stay still,” he mumbled into his lips before he broke the kiss, much to Shane’s chagrin. Not that he had much time to lament over it anyway, what with Ilya’s fingers becoming limber, becoming gentler and much more ticklish against his skin. He leaned back and tickled both of Shane’s sides, grinning at how obviously he was fighting back against his instincts to squirm.
Shane leaned his head back and switched between shutting his eyes and keeping them wide open, not sure which was better or worse. On one hand, seeing Ilya grinning over him made it all the more unbearable, on the other it became a lot harder to be still when he couldn’t see what he was doing. Ilya did this thing, he had come to realize, where his expression changed each time he planned on switching something up. It was terrifying to watch and not know what would change. Shane loved every minute of it.
“F-fuck.” He grabbed the headboard and Ilya’s hand started its slow ascent toward his pit, spidering over each rib with agonizing precision. The other hand remained glued to his side, switching between a curl and a squeeze and Shane found he couldn’t lift his other arm. Found he wasn’t brave enough to leave himself that open.
“Is this what you imagined during our call?” Ilya asked, his voice almost hoarse. As if he, too, was holding his breath and biting his tongue to keep some ounce of control over himself.
Shane exhaled. “Maybe.”
“Is a yes or no question, Hollander.”
“Yes, okay? Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes.” He closed his eyes, opened them as soon as Ilya reached the softness just beneath the hollow of his arm. “Is this what you imagined when we beat you?” His lips twitched when Ilya huffed. “Did it distract you?”
“Careful, Hollander,” Ilya warned. “You know I am being gentle with you.”
“You said you would.”
“Yes. At first. If you are cocky I might speed up.” He stilled his fingers, giving Shane momentary relief. “Ah, unless that is what you want me to do.”
“I don’t,” Shane mumbled, not knowing if he was being truthful or not. Ilya could do anything to him and he would take it and beg for either mercy or something else, something he couldn’t fully verbalize but that Ilya would understand anyway.
“Hmm. I don’t believe you, but is okay.” He grinned and drummed his fingers over Shane’s skin. “Your body doesn’t lie. Not to me.”
He didn’t start tickling him suddenly or roughly, but Shane found it all the more unbearable when he started again, as gentle as before, sending ticklish shocks through him which he didn’t know how to handle. His arm shot down, ultimately trapping Ilya’s hand in his armpit, which helped but not much. Whatever sound he made - a cry, a shriek, something else entirely - had Ilya laughing in surprise.
“I said stay still.” But there was no venom in his voice. Only amusement. It was almost embarrassing to hear and Shane found he had to look away.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, gripping Ilya’s wrist but not pushing his hand off of his side. “I don’t know what happened.”
“I turned you on.”
“Oh my god, shut up.”
Ilya tapped his side with his index finger. “You feel more sensitive, no?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hollander.”
“Okay, yes, maybe a little bit.”
“Mmm. You like it when I tease you. That is why.”
Shane couldn’t even deny it, because his body decided to prove Ilya right. They both looked down at it, Shane with burning cheeks which burned all the more when Ilya looked back up at him with raised eyebrows. He was still wiggling his fingers under his arm, still curling his fingers against his side. None of that helped. It didn’t help at all.
“Hollander,” he sang, that damn smirk growing on his lips. “Be patient.”
“I am patient, you goddamn tease.”
Ilya laughed, loud and clear and beautiful. “I will take my time. I will make it so good. But remember.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss to Shane’s lips. “Be still.”
How Shane stayed still was a fucking miracle, but as Ilya slowly unraveled him, prying his arm up to free his hand so that he could claw at his stomach, his other hand moving downward to squeeze at his thigh, Shane remained mostly entirely still, sans his heels digging into the mattress, his back arching ever so slightly, his head moving back and forth. The only thing indicating that he was in ticklish agony were the sounds he was making, which ranged from groans to something that sounded a lot closer to moans if he was being honest with himself.
“You can laugh, you know,” Ilya said quietly, and it was the gentle fondness in his voice which broke the dam in the end. It turned out it was a lot harder to be still when you were laughing. Not that Ilya seemed to mind. He pinned him properly to keep his thrashing at bay and all but destroyed him, stopping only when Shane came hard.
🥲 shush, little fluttering heart. This part is intense and so gentle, at the same time. The careful teasing, the kisses in between? The trust and excitement. The softness. 😭 It’s so, so good.
