9 Works by krvger
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Naim and Ryan are both keeping a secret from each other.
Naim learns a thing or two about internet safety.
Ryan learns a thing or two about Naim.☆
"Naim: I dont live alone though
Stranger: Wow. wow. youre amazing lol
Stranger: so someone would hear us if i tried sneaking in?
Stranger: hot
Naim: Why would you try sneaking in for?
Stranger: To give you a goodnight’s kiss, of course?
Stranger: I’ll give your roommate a kiss too if theyre cute enoughNaim: Ew. No. I live with my mum.
Stranger: right. interesting
Stranger: does she know you like getting hot and bothered with random guys online while she’s sleeping tho?Naim: Shut up cunt
Naim: Fuck you
Stranger: oh i know exactly what you are naim
Stranger: you know, youre so rude to me. Im actually a very sweet and loyal guy naim
Stranger: I could be soooo good to you." -
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"“'M goin', m'goin',” Ryan finally managed to mumble into the kiss, though he made absolutely no effort to prove it. Instead, he stole another second, taking Naim's tongue into his mouth to suck on it gently—partly because he wanted to and partly because it was an incredibly effective way to stop whatever complaint Naim had been trying to make. Judging by the way Naim's eyes fluttered shut and rolled back just slightly, Ryan considered his objective accomplished. He smiled into the kiss again, unable to help himself. He could've stayed there all night if the rest of the world would've just left them alone."
Ryan is going to remember this night forever.
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Shower Head by hvllander (krvger)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Jan 2026
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Shane will never complain about having sex with Ilya. Even when he thinks he might. Even when his brain lines up all the reasons it could go wrong, all the ways it might be uncomfortable or inconvenient or just not worth the effort.
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…“Mmm, so wet, Hollander. Because of the shower, yes? All the, fuck, all the water.” Shane managed to huff out a ‘fuck you’ while Ilya played with the swollen slit at the head of his dick.
“Look down, Shane. C’mon, are you looking?” Tears began to form in Shane’s eyes from Ilya’s hands, from the words spilling from his mouth. “Are you — fuck, Hollander — are you thinking about the water, mmm? Is too cold? Too hot?
Shower sex? Shane might be too on the spectrum for that.
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Collection of my oneshots for Thornute Week '25 <3 will be updated
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After a bloody raid, Thorfinn’s mercenary band captures Prince Canute, the second son of King Sweyn. Calm, fragile, and out of place, Canute becomes an unlikely pawn in Askeladd’s games. As tensions rise, Thorfinn’s disdain for the prince shifts into something more complicated, a reluctant bond forming between them. Amid the chaos, both Thorfinn and Canute begin to change: Thorfinn is forced to confront the cost of his thirst for revenge, while Canute starts to find his voice and strength. As they navigate the murky waters of duty and loyalty, choice and fate, an unexpected and complex love starts to bloom: one that could shift the fate of both their lives forever.
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Canute had been poking at him all day — fingers to a bruise Thorfinn didn’t want to admit was there.
It started with the apple. He bit into it slowly, lips parting around the skin with this sharp little crunch that echoed in the quiet morning. Juice slid down his chin, and instead of wiping it right away, he caught it with his tongue — casual, unbothered. His eyes met Thorfinn’s over the rim of his cup, half-lidded, amused. The smugness in them was quiet, but it was there. Like he knew he was being watched.
“You’re very disciplined,” he’d said, voice soft like silk and sin. “Do you ever let go?”
Canute chased him with his hips, desperate to feel more, be filled deeper, fucked harder. He wasn’t just unraveling — he was offering himself up, body and soul, like this was some kind of holy communion and Thorfinn was the only god left.
“I love you,” he gasped before he could stop it. “I—ah! fucking love you—”
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The banquet was long over, but the room still smelled faintly of spiced wine and candles. Servants had cleared the plates, the fire was low, and most guests had either stumbled out drunk or been ushered to bed by aides more sober than they were. Canute remained — perched on the edge of his throne like it was just another chair, one leg slung over the other, wine glass dangling from his fingers.
Thorfinn leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, pretending not to watch him.
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He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe right — not with the slow, deep rhythm Thorfinn had locked them into. Canute groaned at the stretch, melting into the feeling of fullness but helpless to fight off his frustrations.“You’re still—still going slow,” Canute gasped out between moans, lips brushing Thorfinn’s scarred ear.
“I’m not trying to finish,” Thorfinn murmured, and thrust hard — just once, deep enough to pull a cry from Canute’s throat.
“F-fuck, Thorfinn—!”
“You’re so loud. I barely have to touch you.”
Canute’s legs twitched around his waist, drawing him in. “Shut up."
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Thorfinn doesn't like wine. He'd rather taste it off Canute.
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Thorfinn nods, wordless, already trembling from exhaustion. He sinks into the mattress like it’s the only place he’s safe. Canute straddles him, gentle at first—kissing his chest, licking the sweat from his throat, fingers trailing along every scar. Canute wasn't a perverted man, but he had eyes. Pretty ones, Thorfinn thought as he stared up at him.
“You fight like you don’t have someone waiting for you,” Canute whispers, rocking his hips against Thorfinn’s slowly, teasing him hard with nothing but friction and soft moans. “Do you think of me when you’re out there?”
Thorfinn gasps—already hard, already so sensitive it makes his eyes flutter. It had been a month since they had seen each other, and Thorfinn could never get past that teenage shame of touching yourself. He also couldn't help but get hard as fast as a teenager; but, he figured anybody who could have the king in this position would feel the same.
“I—do. Always.”
(Husband comes back from war to his loving wife (the king).
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Canute chucked softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Thorfinn’s cheek. “You’ve become more ruthless in your old age.”
“I’m not old.”
“You grunt like it when you sit.”
Thorfinn smirked and shifted a little, letting his nose brush against Canute’s neck, breathing in the scent of the other. “Mm. You like it.”
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Thorfinn and Canute are no longer enemies, but allies, working toward peace from opposite ends of a blood-soaked world. Time has worn down their rage, their grief, and left behind something quieter, deeper, and more impossible. They’re both building peace, each in their own way. Still, every so often, they return to each other–not because the world allows it, but because they want to remember who they are when everything else is stripped away. Their visions don’t always align, but the respect between them runs deeper than old grudges. And somewhere beneath the politics, the scars, and the time passed, there’s love.
They know they can’t stay together. Canute has a kingdom and a bloodline to protect. Thorfinn has a promise and a sea between them. But in the stillness between storms, they find something close to home in each other.