hollanov revenge bedtime procrastination but in drastically different ways. ilya does his social media crawl and his games bc he wants connection but also he’s playing without having to be “rozanov” like he is on the ice.
shane who needs a wind down after a long day. sooooo overstimulated all the time. is less on his phone but also is searching for something that settles him. sometimes that’s a book, sometimes it’s asmr videos.
sometimes that’s ilya himself.
but also please imagine that they’re both in bed together. ilya’s got his phone out and you can hear the low volume of something dropping as he makes good headway in tetris. ilya’s head is firmly situated in shane’s lap, with shane just carding his fingers into ilya’s curls. he dips down every once and a while to brush through the soft hairs at ilya’s nape.
and ilya’s trying so hard to stay awake even though he’s falling asleep with his phone in his hand. one hand cushioned under his cheek, gently squeezing shane’s thigh every once and a while.
it feels like there’s something lodged in his chest the way that he’s so content. both of them never thought they’d have this.
please imagine that after the fifth yawn, shane is gently nudging at ilya’s jaw so he’ll look at shane and shane will whisper that it’s time to sleep, even as he’s snatching ilya’s phone and putting it on his own nightstand bc ilya has terrible sleep hygiene.
imagine ilya draping himself over shane—arm AND leg, fitting just right so shane can tuck his face into the crook of ilya’s neck. two minutes later, they’re asleep and sleeping well.
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buck/eddie. explicit. 8470 words. safe haven baby. first time. praise kink. semi-public sex. breeding kink. marriage proposal. they're in love.
based on the prompt "you're magic" sent to me by @thatbuddie 🫶 somehow i wrote over 8000 words.
He drops his eyes down from Eddie's careful gaze. Has to. Before he starts tumbling out words that sound like I love you or fucking—marry me? God. He settles his gaze back on Delilah instead. Those big, saucer eyes staring up at Eddie like he’s—well, magic. Like he’s the centre of the universe. Thinks, me too, kiddo.
or, Buck and Eddie find a baby and figure a few things out.
tagging a few people @inell @moonlightbuck @prince-luffy @thirdwheelravi @buick118 @redrosydiaz
Face riding as therapy? Bucky thinks it's a wonderful idea.
Part two of Barrier, set way later in the timeline.
You and Bucky probably had the weirdest relationship of anyone you knew. Over the decades you had been together you had been separated by war accidents, evil organizations and helful allies, only to find a different version of Bucky each time your paths crossed once more.
Now, the most recent time of seeing Bucky again almost gave you whiplash as a wave of nostalgia hit you.
His hair was cut and styled short and he sported a gorgeous new arm. He didn't look like the tortured soul that came and took you to Romania but resembled his old boyish self once more.
He was Sergeant Barnes again.
Bucky still hesitated to touch you, his mind telling him he needed to make sure you hadn't stopped feeling for him romantically before he'd make a fool of himself.
Once he stepped into your apartment, though, that fear left him entirely.
On the wall sat a vintage Captain America propaganda poster that Steve himself signed. Next to it a small toy shield signed by Sam. A huge bookcase ran along the remainder of the wall and wherever he looked he saw memories.
Far off in the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar teddybear, now worn and clearly loved.
But what really caught his eye was all the different items of his she had scattered throughout the cabinet.
Books about the Howling Commandos, a small portrait picture he knew she had kept on her person during the war and even a little action figure of him and Steve stood ready for battle beside and old group photo.
Even--
..even his Winter Soldier mask sat proudly in a square along with a HYDRA file labeled with his name, and that small red book.
"Why did you keep this?" His voice was soft, his eyes focused on the items that represented his worst side, displayed so proudly in the open.
"Well, it shows I love all versions of you, even the one everyone else disliked." The way you said it so casually caught him off guard.
"But if you don't like having it here I can always put it in my nightstand.." You liked how that made a blush creep up his face. "I know you liked it last time you wore it around me."
You let out a full blown laugh at Bucky clearly remembering the events you mentioned. He picked up the item and turned it in his hand, inspecting all the intricate details on it.
Part of him was excited you loved the assassin and didn't cast him away or tried to pretend he didn't exsist, but part of him also felt extremely uncomfortable being around items that reminded him of a part of him he had tried to forget.
"If you put it on I'll sit on your face." You passed the ex-assassin with a wink as you stepped towards the hall connecting the livingroom to your bedroom, keeping him in your view as he stood, frozen and almost dropping the mask in shock.
By the time you reached the bedroom door he still hadn't moved. "Oh, Sergeant?"
"Y.. yes, peach." He quickly slipped past you into the room and sat down on the edge, mask still in hand.
Standing in front of him you toed off your shoes, crossing your arms as your eyes glanced at the mask for a second, signaling you were waiting.
You watched trembling hands lift the item to his face, his eyes focused on it as fear glinted in the blues.
"Hey, look at me." Your voice was soft and got his attention immediately. His eyes quickly lost the fear and clouded with something more primal as he took in your form only clad in simple but tasteful underwear.
A simple "Okay" was all he muttered before the mask went back up to his face and he secured it in place. "Happy now?" His hands moved to take it off again but you moved swiftly to stop him.
"Oh no, baby. I think you misunderstood." You placed his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed.
"I said," Crawling over him you sat yourself down on his chest. "Put on the mask and I'll sit on your face. Don't you want me to sit on your face, Bucky?"
God, you loved how expressive his eyes were. They told you everything you needed to know when his mouth couldn't cooperate with his brain. But you needed him to talk before you moved on, making sure he was still here with you.
"Buck, talk to me please. I need to know that you're okay with this." Your hand came up to rest against his temple and he nodded. "I'm okay. Still breathing."
You took his words in happily, smiling down at him and moving his hands again, motioning for him to take off your remaining clothes.
With you completely bare, Bucky's hands found your ass and kneaded the soft flesh making him hum in pleasure. "So soft.."
With each squeeze you maneuvered yourself further up his body until your core was hovering above his head. Bucky's was breathing hard in anticipation, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your clit to distract himself from the eery feeling of the mask over his face.
"Relax, Buck. Tap out when it becomes too much. Do whatever you want with your hands in the meantime." Your fingers found his hair and gently combed through it as you lowered yourself onto the mask. Your slick already coating the hard material from Bucky's touches.
On your first roll of your hips you felt Bucky's hands twitch beside you, laying against the bed. As you continued to gently move you took his hands and put them on you. One on your chest and one on the plush of your thigh.
"Feels good, Buck.." You sighed as he rolled a nipple between his vibranium fingers and kept pawing at your thigh and ass. He hummed beneath you, inhaling deep to take in your scent through the mask. Your arousal was starting to seep through the slits down the front, the holes making perfect bumps and valleys to pleasure yourself on. Bucky moaned at your scent invading his senses, your slick dtipping down from the slits. Beneath the mask he had his tongue out, lapping at the inside to drink up everything he could get to.
The groan he let out at your taste went straight trough you and you felt the hand on your ass leave you. The sound of him fumbling with his pants caught your ears and it only spurred you on, rutting against the mask with renewed energy. Your tired legs finding new strength to continue riding Bucky's face.
You felt his arm move beside you, peeking back to see him taking his cock in hand and jerking himself off as he squirmed under you. "Taste so good.."
As he jerked himself off to the taste of you, your hips kept rolling. The slits in the mask being perfect ridges for your clit to catch on and help you closer to the edge.
"Hah.. Buck, feels good.." You moaned as he toyed with your nipple, your hand on his vibranium wrist squeezing the metal. Your other hand still rested in his hair, tugging on the short strands with each ridge that caught on your folds. "Getting close.."
While you used Bucky's mask as a saddle, he stroked his cock and played with your tits. Moans and sighs filled the room as you both neared your end. Bucky wordlessly placed his hand on your hip, holding you down as you tugged at his hair, gripping the strands hard as your orgasm washed over you. With a few slow rolls of your hips you came down just as Bucky groaned into the mask, panting as he finished all over his hand and shirt.
With a lazy smile you laid down next to him. "So, how are you feeling about it now?" Next to you Bucky unclipped the mask and turned it in his hands.
"Yeah," he huffed, his smile widening as his gaze turned to you. "I think I can start liking this thing."
Bucky was sure you were still eyeing him, pulling the outside of the mask back to his lips and licking a broad stripe right over the middle, his eyes still focused on you in the process. Only when he noticed you squirming and rubbing your thighs together he stopped and tossed the mask aside.
"Now, are you gonna let your soldier fuck you properly?"
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I emerge from the depths of my writing hole with a wip for the first time in...a hot minute.
Been slowly editing one of my Gale x Ashni ficlets so here is a new snippet:
In that stretch of that silence, it struck her with sudden clarity: it was not simply that he loved her. It was his certainty that as surely as he believed Mystra was magic, she had loved him in return. That as he poured every fiber of his being, body and soul, into her worship, she answered with that same singular devotion. That he mattered to her as light matters to the sun.
Ashni might have laughed and called him foolish, but she could not shake the resentment that coiled in her chest at the Goddess who allowed him to build this foundation, to root himself in the delusion of it. Such arrogance could not stand on its own—it had to be fed.
And fed it, she had.
And for my dragon age peeps, have some Solas x Manon angst. My take on the Crestwood breakup with a very perceptive inky.
Not yet.
He would never forget those words, the way they stripped him bear before her because she had known.
When he met her gaze it was not betrayal or anger in her eyes but the agony of an expectation finally met.
She’d been waiting for this. She had always known.
Not everything, but enough.
And still, she had stayed. Loved him anyway. Loved him knowing and —and it was killing him.
Thousands of years of chaos and ruin had not broken him. Empires had fallen, friends had burned, his world reduced to ash and memory warped beyond recognition and still, he had endured.
But this?
The quiet pleading in her eyes—for time. Not eternity. Just time. A little more.
The knowledge that she had stepped willingly into a cathedral of glass, knowing it would shatter around her.
This would be what killed him.
Her fingers caught his hand, fragile and trembling. He almost pulled her into him. Almost let himself believe he could undo what had already been spoken into existence. He knew if he gathered her back into his arms, he would never let her go again.
A little time was all she asked. But he would have happily let her drawn him under, let himself be swallowed by the embrace of forever.
What good was leaving, he thought, if he could not survive the parting?
But the cries of Arlathan rode the wind, and the will of Mythal thrummed in his bones. The weight of centuries pressed against him. He would not make her bear it. He would not make her a weapon. No more than he already had.
He took her unmarked hand with a reverence he had never shown his own kind. Only her.
“Forgive me, vhenan,” he whispered.
Solas died in her palm, pressed there with a soft and final kiss.
Only the Dread Wolf walked away.
I have been tagged by so many lovely ppl over the last few months in all kinds of wips so I'm attempting to throw all the love back out there but if I missed you, you are appreciated and just consider yourself tagged.
HELLO SHASSIE SUBSET OF PSYCH FANS. i've been chipping away at part 1 of a slooowburn casefic shassie trilogy that matches the tone of the show for the past few bajillion months, and i have only 2.5 SCENES LEFT TO WRITE before it is FINISHED.
so if you love it when hardened, repressed men (lassie) who refuse to ever feel or reveal their more "embarrassing" emotions (lassie) are put in a position where they're no longer sound of mind and are suddenly putting all that nonsense (desire to be in direct contact with a certain fake psychic) on full display, or you can't get enough of shawn and lassie manhandling each other, or you won't ever tire of shawn and gus's unique brand of bickering, "Lace Up, Lassie!" may be the fic for you, granted you're comfortable with the tags.
updates are SLOW but HAPPENING!!! I'M SO CLOSE!!! i've never reached the finish line on a big writing project like this before, but i can so clearly taste that checkered flag this time...
dig those rhythm and blues - nothingunrealistic - Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson [Archive of Our Own]
Jared doesn’t have the best track record with school dances. Probably because Evan’s always there, and Jared can’t leave well enough alone.
at long last the second and final chapter of this is finished, and you can read the complete saga of jared kalwani having a terrible time at homecoming!
