Born of Mischief

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[idontkillorphans]

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                          Sleipnir Lokison lI Sleipnir Winther

      OC / multishipper / multiverse / Semi-Selective /  25+

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir blinked at the familiar face, not responding for a second or two too long before shaking his head. "No - I mean - yes I -" He closed his eyes, rubbing his face before gesturing to the car behind him. "There's ah um...there's a rattle. In the engine. Was wondering if someone could have a look at it for me, make sure its nothin too serious." He swallowed before finally dropping his hands, looking back to the other, the pit in his stomach not softening.

He knew this android...didn't he?

[saudadexmses]

Orion titled his head to the side waiting for an answer, the other was staring at him as if expecting something, maybe they did know each other? Or meyba he just had them confused with someone else, it wasn't as if he was a one of a kind model.

The android glances at the car, nodding their head." Bring it in. I'll take a look at it." He gestures deeper into the garage." You're in luck, there aren't many costumers today."

[idontkillorphans]

No. It could not have been. Sleipnir had been like this before, mistaken older droids for...his droid. This was just like every other time he saw his face out there. It was strange. And not getting easier to swallow.

He nodded, doing as he was told and brought the car in. "Yeah...just my luck." He nodded, crossing his arms as he watched the android look over his car. "You um...you been here long?" He felt a need to fill his silence, to hear a familiar - unfamiliar - voice.

[idontkillorphans]

He chuckled along with the man. "I wouldn't complain." He watched the other as he said it again. That he would fuck it up - fuck this up - whatever this was to be. "...yeah. I do know you." He closed his hand around Jonnys, eyes dipping down to their linked fingers, the admiring the gaps between their fingers where his rings would sit. It felt...comfortable. "S'why I know we're gonna be okay." He reassured Jonny, the silence comfortable but...longing.

Before he could think to do anything else there was a knock on the door.

Ah right, the steamer.

"I got it." Sleipnir brought their hands to his mouth, pressing a closed mouth kiss to the back of Jonnys hand before reluctantly unfurling his fingers and pushing off of the bed towards the door. He took the small handheld steamer from the worker and thanked her as she left, about to close the door when he was met with a wild eyed redhead. "Helga-" She pushed his chest, beginning to tell him off for not answering his phone before her eyes dipped behind him - clocking Jonny on the bed. Her mouth fell open for a second before she apologised. "Helga it's not-" she kept cutting him off before reminding him to be ready by eleven, not letting her baby bother get a word in before running off down the hallway. "Helga!" Sleipnir leant out, called to the woman with a grumble before going back inside before closing it. Helga wouldn't gossip about this...would she?

"Here." Sleipnir looked at the steamer a bit bewildered, pressing the button a few times. "Helga says we've got to be ready by 11." He repeated as if he didn't see the whole thing himself.

[ofginjxints]

Jonny looked down at their intertwined hands. It was maddening to think they could have maybe been doing this all along if they had gotten their shit together. But it wasn't too late, he supposed. If Sleip could be patient with him, if they talked to each other instead burying feelings, maybe it could work out, right?

He was interrupted in his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door. That would have been the steamer. He smiled at the way Sleipnir kissed the back of his hand. How did it all come so naturally to him?

Hearing the 'thank you' he assumed it was the steamer after all. Though he caught the eye of Helga, who saw him on the bed. Ah fuck. They hadn't even had chance to be on the same page and already Sleip's sister would think they were fucking. Great.

"Mmhm. I heard. Small room." He gestured with his hand with a sheepish chuckle. Jonny pressed his lips together and stood up, walking to take each his suit and shirt out of his wardrobe to hang up individually. Taking the steamer from Sleip, he filled it up with water and switched it on to let the element heat up.

Turning to Sleip, he smiled. "How are you feeling?"

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir snorted when the other teased him. His eyes followed after the other, watching as he got his suit ready and prepared the steamer. His smile only widened when the other turned to face him.

"Well...my sister almost certainly thinks we are being intimate." He clicked his tongue. "That aside, and the fact that she will not believe me when I tell her the truth...I'm feeling great." He hummed softly. "I'll feel better, when I bring my suit over for your expert hands." He fluttered his fingers as if the other was magical. "I'll be back." Sleipnir did a Jonny move, reaching and beeping the others nose before taking his leave.

He was maybe 40 minutes before he came back. He had his very wrinkled suit on a hanger, blue shoes in his hand. He was dressed in clean clothes where he had gone for a shower, hair still damp. But he smelt fresh, like mint and linen, tobacco imbedded into the clothes he was currently wearing. He had shaved, the scruff on his jaw now completely clean again.

"Halfway there."

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir watched as he stood, eyes training after him as he came over and sank onto the mattress beside him. That weight in his chest lightening a little when Jonnys tone seemed to change. He was...considering it. Considering them? That meant hope. Jonny didn't really do hope like that. He could not help but feel a flutter in his chest over it.

Something he would keep to himself for now.

"Um..." He shrugged. "I dunno. We could kiss each other..." His eyes fell to the mans hands beside him. "You could wear your cute glasses and...I could make sure my suits are kept better." He offered Jonny his hand, fingers spread - hoping to interlock fingers if the other would agree. "Unless you want something else. I'm open minded.

[ofginjxints]

Jonny chuckled. Why did it sound so simple? Then again, Sleipnir always made it sound so simple. So easy.

"Is this all just a ploy to kiss me again?" He chuckled, eyes meeting Sleip's with a gentle smile. "I can't promise I won't fuck up in some way, you know me." A little too well at this point. It was miraculous he even liked him that way after knowing him for over two years at this point. "Let's just take this day by day, okay? Step by step." He threaded his fingers through Sleip's open hand. A leap of faith.

[idontkillorphans]

He chuckled along with the man. "I wouldn't complain." He watched the other as he said it again. That he would fuck it up - fuck this up - whatever this was to be. "...yeah. I do know you." He closed his hand around Jonnys, eyes dipping down to their linked fingers, the admiring the gaps between their fingers where his rings would sit. It felt...comfortable. "S'why I know we're gonna be okay." He reassured Jonny, the silence comfortable but...longing.

Before he could think to do anything else there was a knock on the door.

Ah right, the steamer.

"I got it." Sleipnir brought their hands to his mouth, pressing a closed mouth kiss to the back of Jonnys hand before reluctantly unfurling his fingers and pushing off of the bed towards the door. He took the small handheld steamer from the worker and thanked her as she left, about to close the door when he was met with a wild eyed redhead. "Helga-" She pushed his chest, beginning to tell him off for not answering his phone before her eyes dipped behind him - clocking Jonny on the bed. Her mouth fell open for a second before she apologised. "Helga it's not-" she kept cutting him off before reminding him to be ready by eleven, not letting her baby bother get a word in before running off down the hallway. "Helga!" Sleipnir leant out, called to the woman with a grumble before going back inside before closing it. Helga wouldn't gossip about this...would she?

"Here." Sleipnir looked at the steamer a bit bewildered, pressing the button a few times. "Helga says we've got to be ready by 11." He repeated as if he didn't see the whole thing himself.

[idontkillorphans]

"I haven't kissed you sober yet. So i couldn't comment on that." Sleipnir shrugged, taking a seat on the bottom of Jonnys bed, hand coming to the mattress to steady himself as he now looked up at the other. A sober kiss felt...too personal. No where to hide. So why did Sleipnir want it so badly?

His smile calmed down following the bombardment of questions from the other. "...it hasn't happened yet." Sleip shrugged. "You're not gonna fuck anything up." Sleip reassured the other. "Yeah but - I could also call you names right now and the same thing happened. Anything can happen...we don't need to worry."

[ofginjxints]

Jonny chuckled. They hadn't. One or both of them was always drunk or at least tipsy in some kind of way when they had kissed. It was juvenile. Unhealthy. Did that bode well for them, really?

He looked down at his coffee cup, finishing the contents silently as Sleipnir spoke. He supposed he was being cynical. That was Jonathan's approach to relationships. Be a cynic. The worse will happen. It usually did. But there was hope in Sleip's voice, it tugged at something in his chest.

That feeling brought him to his feet, taking him over to sit beside Sleipnir.

"So let's say we do give this a go... What would change?"

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir watched as he stood, eyes training after him as he came over and sank onto the mattress beside him. That weight in his chest lightening a little when Jonnys tone seemed to change. He was...considering it. Considering them? That meant hope. Jonny didn't really do hope like that. He could not help but feel a flutter in his chest over it.

Something he would keep to himself for now.

"Um..." He shrugged. "I dunno. We could kiss each other..." His eyes fell to the mans hands beside him. "You could wear your cute glasses and...I could make sure my suits are kept better." He offered Jonny his hand, fingers spread - hoping to interlock fingers if the other would agree. "Unless you want something else. I'm open minded.

[dungeonwriter]

𖥔⋆｡°✩ LOVESICK FOOLS ⸻ a collection of sentence prompts centered around sweet moments, lingering affection, and the little things that make love feel warm. adjust as necessary.

come here. no, come closer.

i saved you a seat.

your hands are freezing, can i hold them?

you know you're adorable when you're so sleepy, right?

you remembered?

i saw this and thought of you!

don't move, you look comfortable.

you always steal my shirts.

good morning, sleepyhead.

i like hearing you laugh.

can we stay like this a little longer?

you're lucky i love you.

you're blushing.

is this your way of asking me to stay?

i always look for you in a crowd.

you don't have to pretend aroud me.

you're my favorite person. you know that, right?

you make everything easier.

move over, i'm getting under the blanket, too.

you look good in my clothes.

home feels different when you're here.

you're my favorite part of the day.

there's that smile.

you make me happy. it's kind of annoying.

stay.

i love moments like this.

it feels like second nature to look for you first.

the room felt brighter when you walked in.

you're safe with me.

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir should have expected that but it still...stung, in a strange way. He was being...denied but...not because of him? Jonny seemed more bewildered that he could possibly have a growing crush on the other. On Jonny.

At the question, Sleipnir was dumbfounded. He blinked, a step forward but - stopped himself. He didn't want to scare Jonny.

"Okay - first of all - I wouldn't say that and mean it." The had a very teasing relationship. "And as for why..." He paused, sighing as he felt a warmth fill his throat. "I don't know - you make me feel good. You make me happy. You make me laugh and...I have a lot less bad days and - that is because of you." Sleipnir was chewing on his thumb now, a nervous rumbling in his belly that he was ignoring.

"I mean - we both like each other. I'm not saying - we need to rush or something I'm just saying we should be...open to the idea?" He shrugged softly. "You know...maybe we don't have to be blind drunk to kiss each other." He teased with a chuckle, but his nerves were sparking - he clasped his own hand to hide the twitch in his thumb.

[ofginjxints]

There was a soft, tired smile on his face as Sleipnir spoke. He rested his face in his hand, elbow propped up to hold it. There was a fluttering in his chest. He hadn't felt it in a long time. He nodded slowly at his words. The same could have been said for Sleipnir. He often made him laugh. He adored the way the man put up with his antics. He liked having an anchor amongst the chaos.

"You have to admit I'm a great kisser even when I'm drunk, though." He chuckled obviously using humour to deflect somewhat. But it wasn't like he could go anywhere. This was the conversation they were having, right?

"What if it ruins the friendship? What we have already. I fuck up in some way inevitably and you never wanna see me again? Wouldn't that fucking suck?"

[idontkillorphans]

"I haven't kissed you sober yet. So i couldn't comment on that." Sleipnir shrugged, taking a seat on the bottom of Jonnys bed, hand coming to the mattress to steady himself as he now looked up at the other. A sober kiss felt...too personal. No where to hide. So why did Sleipnir want it so badly?

His smile calmed down following the bombardment of questions from the other. "...it hasn't happened yet." Sleip shrugged. "You're not gonna fuck anything up." Sleip reassured the other. "Yeah but - I could also call you names right now and the same thing happened. Anything can happen...we don't need to worry."

[idontkillorphans]

"We eat well enough." Fenrir answered back when the other mentioned a stale lump of bread for dinner.

Fenrir stood, coming over to the table and taking three gulps of his own ale before reaching over the plate and grabbing at the smoked meat. He took it, chewing a large chunk out of it, remaining hunched over the table, looming over the young prince.

"Fenrir." He took another bite. "And you, little prince? What would you prefer I call you during your stay?"

[alaricseer]

"Alaric." It was too informal, really, but he might appear like more of a person without the barrier of his titles. Not that he thought there was a chance of talking his way out of his situation- honeyed words paled compared to coin.

"Were you following me long, on the road?" Another of his little escapes from court, having heard tales of a new bard in a local tavern, and too impatient to wait for Sleipnir to accompany him- that was all it took to end up where he was.

Ale set aside, Alaric finally took up the knife. His gaze traced Fenrir's throat, so much closer now as he crowded the prince, it was ultimately the apple that felt its bite. "I'm not sure I want to know if giving me this was a test, or you rubbing in how little I can do to you even with a weapon." Ala carved slices as he spoke, pausing briefly to catch juice with his tongue when it dripped down his fingers.

[idontkillorphans]

He shrugged softly. "We have eyes on your court at all times. So imagine our pleasant surprise to hear the prince has head off all by his lonesome.

Fenrir smirked when the princes eyed his neck. He extended his neck, as if to goad the other into trying. Try it. He finally stopped before chuckling at the others wordss, eyes dipping to the others lips as lapped at the juice on his fingers. "...I have given you a knife to cut your apple. To think anything else must be...tiresome." He hummed. "Though I would advise you not to use that knife recklessly. We have to assume you have cut someone someone before? And on top of that, we have to assume you can take me down. You think you are doing so quietly? And then what? You escape from my men?" He cocked his head. "I suppose you are right. There is nothing you can do."

[idontkillorphans]

Sleip continued to touch at his face, stroking softly before brushing the hair from Orions eyes. He sat closer, letting the other rest his head against him if he wanted.

He kissed back, unable to stop the small smile creeping over his face when the other complimented him heavily, causing his face to burn up pink. "Thanks darlin." He mumbled, a little bashful of the whole thing now. But he was so glad the other felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it.

"Of course not." He took Orions hands in his, turning his palm to kiss it. "Never again, you have my word." No demeaning language, he could work with that no problem. "And thank you for telling me, I know it was hard for you so...thank you." He leant forward, kissing Orions cheek.

"...you really enjoyed it that much?" He asked, still a burning red.

[lostcndfound]

"Yeah, I did. That thing with the pillow?" He growled and gently, carefully, nipped Sleip's nose. Still moving far too slowly to be a real bite risk like he could when worked up. "That was hot." Despite that, his hands kept moving, down along Sleip's shoulders, his arms, then his thighs, never settling.

"Fuck, you're so cute." Orion kissed him again and nosed against the blush, "You were just balls deep inside me and now you blush?" It wasn't the most romantic language, but it was him.

He scooted back against the headboard, and pulled Sleip with him. His body was still an uneven mess of red wash, and caked in sweat, and, well, he knew a shower would have to happen at some point. Right then, staying a little gross, staying coated in them, their smell, their sweat, together? It was better. It helped.

"I can pay you back tonight, if you want," He watched Sleip closely for his reaction, "You, you seemed to like when I got all," He held his hands up in clawing gestures, "Wolfy," And then immediately went back to touching any part of Sleip he could, "Before, so... if you want. It's still me, I'm not, you know, an animal, but it's cool if that's a step too far."

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir chuckled at the nip, continuing to burn pink when Orion continued to praise him, his hands working over his body constantly. Sleipnir couldn't describe how good that felt.

"Hey-" Sleipnir half grumbled when the other teased his hard blushing - only making it worse in the process. "And quit calling me cute-" he poked at the pups side.

Sleipnir allowed himself to be pulled up the bed. He felt filthy and a shower was a must and a need. His hand fell to Orions thigh, softly stroking his flaming hot skin as they laid together. Sleipnir cocked his head when the other spoke, his attention fully on the other as he explained. He leant over, pressing a kiss to exposed knee and half rolled onto his front. "What did you have in mind?"

[idontkillorphans]

His eyes trained the young man, blinking as he did as he was told. Little too no fight about him. He fit right in to the naked eye, except for his will. He was built like a lamb. A delicious, sacrificial lamb.

Wordlessly the rope came around his forearm, allowing the older man to grab a fistful of Ala's hair, pushing the prince forward and shifting himself down to smash their mouths together. He took advantage of the initial shock - his tongue sliding into the princes mouth. He grunted, growling at the sweet taste of the princes tongue, turning his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue worked circles around the princes, swapping spit greedily. He only broke the kiss to turn his head the other way, biting the princes bottom lip till he opened again. He held the prince by the jaw, steadying him, allowing him to force his tongue as far as it could go with a hum, tempting to stroke his uvula and cause a reaction from the young prince.

"Taste better then I expected." He pulled off, ignoring the strings of spit but did not not move away. "Now you kiss me. Then undress."

[alaricseer]

What had been called a kiss was more of a devouring, far more deft than Ala had expected of his temporary warden. Surprise made Ala pliant, his mouth opening on a noise that was swallowed immediately by the persistence of that tongue. His head spun, and it was desperation that saw him fisting his hands in the other man's shirt, his knees temporarily weak as the bandit hit his target. It was filthy, unbecoming- and he still made a faint sound of complaint when it ended, even as his lungs celebrated.

The instructions were simple, but it took a moment for Ala's mind to catch up. His own kiss was fierce and short; a swift nip to the older man's bottom lip, just short of drawing blood, before Ala sucked it between his own. He tipped his head, as if to deepen things again, only to break the contact abruptly.

The second task was more difficult while kiss-drunk, but the prince managed after a false start. Cursing the leathers and furs, Ala revealed the soft unblemished skin of a noble to his audience, freckles and a light flush soon his only adornments. They had only kissed, and yet already he felt debauched.

That thought alone made him shudder.

[idontkillorphans]

He took huge advantage of the princes pliancy. He devoured him, tasting tongue, teeth and uvula till he could describe the others mouth well. And soon he would learn his throat. He openly laughed in the face of the prince - the noises of annoyance, the spit laden face, that dumb glaze to his eye. It was all so easy. The rumours of the fae prince were true, he hungered for the taste of man flesh and cream alike.

He relished in the princes attempt to kiss him. He submitted his mouth to him, more teeth and fire then steely determination. But still, the drawing of blood to his lip made him grunt and twitch with anticipation. "Quite the mouth on ya lad. Can't wait to put it to good use." He promised before watching him undress.

He enjoyed again, the sluggish nature of which he moved. He was slow for a young prince, skin a milky cream.

"Look at you." He ran a hand down the princes chest, fingers glossing over two shiny piercings laid in each nipple. He ran his fingers over the nipples, moving on when they hardened to pinching them, rolling them between his fingers. A tease between pain and pleasure, eager to see the pink spin across the young princes face. "As naked as the day you were born. And letting me touch on you. A man as old as your father, no doubt. And a man whose name you do not know." He reminded the prince of his situation. it seemed only fair, that the shame would make him hard, and the prince desperate.

He took the princes hand, laying it between his legs. "Feel that?" He ran the princes hand over his crotch, hard and pushing against the leather of his trousers. "A pretty present for you. Which you're gonna unwrap and drink from it till Ive had my fill. Understand?" He let go of his hand, putting both behinds his back to see how the prince would do it.

[alaricseer]

"Give me your name, then."

It was hard to tell what made Alaric squirm more, between the attention to his piercings and the reminder of his situation. Of course he was aware of how compromised he was, stripping off for a stranger- one who hadnt even threatened him as motivation. Hearing it said out loud, and so bluntly, made it impossible to pretend ignorance and denial laughable. His cheeks flushed with shame, even as his cock stirred from the open humiliation.

"I could get dressed." It was pointless to say, because they both knew he wouldnt. No, he was going to let the much older man debase him- not just let, participate in. Ala's hand tightened automatically, a firm squeeze to the 'present' he'd been guided to, and swallowed hard.

"Yes." Came the breathless reply, the flush from his cheeks spreading. Ala lowered himself to his knees, graceful despite everything else, and set soft hands to finding and releasing the fastenings of his pants. The heavy, warm flesh that sprang free hit his cheek, earning a soft sound of surprise. Already he could feel a jaw ache was inevitable, even as he took a loose grip, his lips trailing feather-soft until the head was taken onto his tongue, then further.

[idontkillorphans]

He only chuckled when asked his name - no - told to give him his name. He only smirked at the prince, no intention of giving him something. Though the temptation was there. To hear the prince moan his name as he took him. It truly was tempting. But he stayed his tongue, allowing his hands to caress that lovely body. Plump with flesh and fat alike.

"I don't see you moving." He chuckled when the other threatened to get dressed. As if he was to leave...when did he give the prince the impression that was an option? An empty threat. Another laugh pulled from the old man, further amused when he felt the grip tighten of the prince.

His smirk grew as the prince fell to his knees - a beautiful sight to behold. He watched the prince handle his cock, thick and musty from the work of the day - living off the land with a bunch of men. Maybe he could convince the prince to give him a sponge bath? That could wait for now. A nice thought causing his cock to stir in the others hands. "I've seen the boss, I'm sure you can take it-" He was cut off his own goading when the prince put him in his mouth without instruction. He moaned, slow and heavy at the sight of the other slowly taking him. "That's it..." He hummed, hand coming to the back of the others jaw. "All the way down darlin - don't be shy."

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir huffed, pushing air through his lips dramatically. "People love John Hugh movies." At this point he was just pushing buttons to push them. But that was them. That was who they were around each other...for each other.

He chuckled, watching Jonny correct him on suits and wedding apparel. It was...adorable. Between the conversation and his glasses. He was -

Do you wanna talk?

Oh right.

Sleipnir cleared his throat, hands fidgetting with the rings on them as he went back and forth for what felt like a millennia. "Okay um..." he laughed, a little nervous - okay very nervous. "I really like you." There he said it. "And um...I would like to, you know. Take you out and...do this the proper way. Instead of turning up to each others doors and kiss each other when we have dutch courage." He joked a little. The only thing that stopped him bolting or taking it all back was the slightest belief that maybe - maybe Jonny just about felt the same way.

[ofginjxints]

Heat rose to his face when Sleipnir admitted to liking him. It was silly. What was he? A teenage boy? But hearing it from him, whilst they were both sober, early, candid. It made a difference. It was real.

Jonathan had doubts though. Not about Sleipnir, but himself. He had been in relationships, sure. But none of them had ended particularly well. He always seemed to be the problem. He knew that. Or at least, he felt that way. Either he was broken up with for being a bad boyfriend, or he would break up with the other because he got bored or they wanted more commitment out of him. Relationships just seemed like a double-edged sword. Somehow it always ended up in pain. He had never wanted to cause Sleipnir any pain.

"Look, Sleip. Clearly I like you too." He drummed his fingers nervously on the table. "I'm just no good at this kinda thing. You're a lovely man, you deserve a lovely person...I mean, why me?" He started laughing incredulously. "I'm your messiest friend. I think you've literally said that before. You know too many of my sordid tales. Why do you even want me?"

[idontkillorphans]

Sleipnir should have expected that but it still...stung, in a strange way. He was being...denied but...not because of him? Jonny seemed more bewildered that he could possibly have a growing crush on the other. On Jonny.

At the question, Sleipnir was dumbfounded. He blinked, a step forward but - stopped himself. He didn't want to scare Jonny.

"Okay - first of all - I wouldn't say that and mean it." The had a very teasing relationship. "And as for why..." He paused, sighing as he felt a warmth fill his throat. "I don't know - you make me feel good. You make me happy. You make me laugh and...I have a lot less bad days and - that is because of you." Sleipnir was chewing on his thumb now, a nervous rumbling in his belly that he was ignoring.

"I mean - we both like each other. I'm not saying - we need to rush or something I'm just saying we should be...open to the idea?" He shrugged softly. "You know...maybe we don't have to be blind drunk to kiss each other." He teased with a chuckle, but his nerves were sparking - he clasped his own hand to hide the twitch in his thumb.

[memesomething]

first meeting prompts

           -> or just prompts for first meeting AUs!

[Kidnapped] - A and B are total strangers with nothing in common, except this: they are both in the trunk of a car, with their wrists tied together, back to back, and probably an injury or two. (or they wake up in a room together? feel free to alter as needed)

[Woods] - A is camping somewhere. B is camping nearby. Somebody wants A dead, and they’re camping in the woods, too. (‘Hi nice to meet you sorry to say this but I’m being hunted and if they find you you’ll definitely be killed so we need to go now.’)

[Woods x 2] - A is camping somewhere. B is bloody and bruised and maybe running on adrenaline, but they have just escaped from a place they were being held (or maybe they’ve just been lost, for days?), and they’re stumbling blind through the woods. B stumbles on A’s campsite.

[Alley] - A is trying to get home late at night, but is being harassed (even abused?) in an alley by the villains of our story. B happens to be walking by.

[Undercover] - A is an undercover cop, or a reluctant gang member. B is a trafficking victim. Our story isn’t A saves B - our story is A needs to work with B to find an opportunity to free the rest, and A is sorry, and it’s dangerous, but A needs B’s help anyway.

[Disaster] - A and B are in a natural (or manmade) disaster/emergency situation together. A traffic accident, a flood, fires, the like. They’ve never met before, but they need to work together, either to get themselves out safely or to help others get to safety (or both).

[Flowershop]  - A works in a flowershop to cover a shift for a friend who needed to go out of town for something. B either needs flowers or is the recipient of flowers (a thank you, etc) which A delivers.

[Neighbours] - A and B are neighbours, because A recently moved in/moved to town/etc. Their first meeting is neighbourly - maybe to borrow a cup of sugar, to say hello and meet the neighbours, or let them know they can definitely hear them having sex, please put the bedhead against the other wall.

[Allergies] - A is anaphylactic-allergic to something. B happens to know how to use an adrenaline auto-injector (EpiPen). (Alternatively: they don’t know how to use one, and accidentally inject themselves, instead of their patient. Don’t put your thumb over the end, folks.)

[Property] - A has been burgled, and is sad to have lost (important item/items). B finds the item, alongside A’s emptied-out wallet, which happens to have A’s address. They swing by to return the lost items.

[Media] - A has been in the news a lot lately, maybe because they were the victim of a crime, or they committed a crime (feel free to fill in details). B sees A being heckled/harassed about it in a coffeeshop or bar by people who Weren’t There, and A obviously isn’t enjoying the conversation, so B steps in.

[mysillycomics]

how to have a sturgeon summer:

1. be quite large

2. use your barbels to find prey among the gravel along the bottom of the river

3. extend your siphon-like mouth to eat small fish, shellfish, and crustaceans

4. launch yourself out of the water and make a big splash just for fun

5. show off them scutes!

you can now enjoy your sturgeon summer

[rpm3mes]

Send "I care about you." For my muses reaction!

[idontkillorphans]

Toon Me!

Bane (me!) (29nb) and my boy favoured son - Sleipnir (43m)

thanks to the amazing @ofginjxints and her many lovely sons (jonny your husband misses you)

tagging @alaricseer @hodgepodgebitches @etxrnaleclipse @lostcndfound @saturnmused @saudadexmses @characterdrivenmanor @fallenstatic @babyitsmagic

[burntblueberrywaffles]

[alaricseer]

cont x @idontkillorphans

Anxiety over the tension in camp had led to Alaric running his mouth, and that in turn had led him to his current position- on the other hand, his worries had evaporated along with every other thought he tried to hold.

Ala gripped the furs harder, grateful rather than indignant to have his cries muffled by force; It was impossible to do as he was told when it felt like Fenrir was intent on hollowing him out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so thoroughly and completely fucked. When Fen pressed that much deeper, combined with how his neglected cock was forced against the bedding with each thrust, Ala saw stars- without warning, and no other touch, he came hard.

[idontkillorphans]

Fenrir felt the other cum around his cock - the small flinches and squeezes heavenly as his cock continued to rut inside his hole. "Fuck - take it your highness-" He tormented, a few more thrusts till he was cumming. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, allowing him to be milked and fill the prince to his hearts content.

"Fuck..." he grunted, staying buried till the hilt till the burning left his stomach. He pulled out with a wet pop, admiring the way Alarics hole winked and flinched at him, a beautiful pink hole stuffed with him. he could not help himself, panting as he calmed down. He pushed his fingers into that messy hole, pumping and pushing his own load around the princes hole. His dick stirred from the sight again, the wet warm feeling on his hole on his hand. He kept toying with his food, watching the cum drip down the princes pale thighs before taking his fingers out again, wiping it on one of his rounded cheeks.

"Stay right there." He demanded as he pulled up his trousers, pulling on a shirt. "I'm gonna stretch your hole out tonight for pissing me off. And you're gonna say thank you sir when I'm done." He promised, leaving the tent to boss his men around, get his fill of food and a decent pitcher of ale.