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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 2025 <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?”
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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.

