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affiliated with; @montrealjane , @unapologeticallysasha , @faceoffsandgingerale

#Ilya;#Rules;

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god I love getting tattoos 😩

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stxincd

@adragpcth asked: fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now? {{ from Ilya, to Shane! }} From my meme tag || always accepting

"...No! No, that is--- that is not--- Jesus Christ."

Shane has to breathe through at that one, does so with the peak precision of a man who's been meditating and doing yoga on the regular for well over a decade at this point. He closes his eyes, inhales, holds his breath, then exhales it long and slow, steady, measured, from between slightly parted lips.

Okay, okay. Lets give this another try.

"Ilya." Softer now, less agitated, Shane blinks his eyes back open to look at the other - taking in the sight, jaw working, brows knit ever so gently but having since lost some of the tension that had lingered within his previous expression. "...It's not about who was right or who was wrong, okay? It's--"

Another pause, gaze flicking to the side, hands rubbing along the fabric of his shirt as they trail up and down his sides - subconsciously so, fidgeting, restless.

"---Sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you--- that this--- that this is about right or wrong. I really didn't mean to do that."

Shane means it and he hopes that his doe-eyed gaze brings it across that he's being sincere, honest, as he forces himself to look at Ilya yet again - trying to catch those bright irises with his own, biting his bottom lip.

adragpcth

Ilya knew that married life wasn’t going to be simple. They had had plenty of ups and downs throughout their relationship and being officially married to Shane made the worry of not being a good partner even worse. It didn’t help that his depression had taken a dive ever since they had decided to move to Ottawa ( or at least Ilya had moved there for Shane and Shane had decided to just move in with him ). He didn’t blame that on Shane at all. He had no one in his life and Shane was the only person keeping his head afloat, so Ottawa had been their future.

His depression had made him more prone to anger, or emotional, which he had been able to keep inside for the most part. However the overwhelming pressure of keeping their relationship a secret for as long as they did, meant Ilya sometimes didn’t feel safe acknowledging Shane to other people, which would ultimately have him spiralling to an extent. The marriage had made it simpler but they still had moments where Ilya was just desperate to tell the world; screw the homophobia and hate they’d get. He had grown up with a father and brother who both hated him now.

“Well it seems that way.” He shrugged a bit, moving to look down at his phone in his lap. He couldn’t even really remember what they were arguing about now. Probably something menial in the house. He was having a particularly hard day mentally and all he wanted was for Shane to lay down with him. They didn’t have to talk. They could just lay together and appreciate the silence for once.

“It is okay. Stupid comment by me.” His voice was tense as he forced a smile onto his lips, brushing his knee against Shane’s.

#Ilya & Shane;#|| I apologise for the sadness

adragpcth

Ilya had completely forgotten it was the open day at the shelter the following day. His boss had reminded him gently as he went for his post lunch smoke and had given him the money to buy some flowers to make the shelter look nicer. She had mentioned an independent florist and had told him to ask them what flowers worked best for dogs and to make the place look more inviting.

He had practically ran in the rain to get there, pushing his hood down as he walked inside. He was smacked in the face with the different floral scents; unable to pick any out specifically. They all looked beautiful, but he had no idea what ones would look good together in a bouquet.

He waited patiently when he heard the voice from the back of the store, brushing his hand through his curls and then moving it down to try and brush some of the dog hair off of his jumper. Working in the shelter was something he could only imagine himself doing. The dogs were a lot like him in a sense; just trying to find a home and someone to love eternally.

The sight of the guy had Ilya stopping for a moment before he was swallowing thickly. “Uh, hi. Do you know what flowers dogs would like..?” He couldn’t help but to ramble a little. “The flowers are for a shelter, not for the dog specifically.” The word specifically didn’t sound correct as he spoke, but he couldn’t help it when English wasn’t his first language.

montrealjane

Shane coughs lightly, clearing his throat as if that could erase the few seconds he’d been caught daydreaming—or napping. And then he notices the man properly. Really notices. The way the stranger carries himself, effortless, easy, and somehow so impossibly gorgeous. The curve of his jaw, the light catching his hair, the faint crease in his brow—it’s mesmerizing, distracting. Shane’s stomach twists again, this time a little different, warmer, a little more dangerous.

"Oh! Uh… hi," he stammers, forcing a small smile. "Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I just… uh… busy. Y’know. Flowers, uhm, right." His fingers fidget with the hem of his apron as his gaze flickers nervously between the customer and the vibrant blooms lining the shop.

The man’s question about flowers for dogs has Shane blinking at him, confused. Dogs? Flowers? For dogs? For the shelter? "Oh you mean safe for dogs?"

He shifts through the shop, reaching for some of the large-headed sunflowers to present to the man and carefully tugs one out. "So, dogs have a very sensitive nose, so I would recommend flowers that don't have a intense scent? Maybe sunflowers? They go well with cornflowers if you like that or Gerbera daisies?"

He swallows, cheeks warming just slightly, and glances down at a nearby bucket.

"I… hope that helps. Uh… anything else you’d like? Colors, something special?" His voice is quieter now, softer, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays how genuinely excited he is to actually help.

adragpcth

Ilya couldn’t help but to stare at the man for a long time. He had always known he had liked guys in the same sense that he liked girls, but he had never truly been with another man in a sexual sense. He had kissed plenty of guys when he had been drunk and had never admitted that he enjoyed it, but looking at this man’s pink bottom lip? Yeah he could see himself enjoying it a lot.

When he started talking, Ilya tried to focus as much as he could. He didn’t understand anything about flowers. He didn’t buy them, or at least hadn’t bought any since his father’s funeral and then his mother’s funeral before that. Flowers didn’t exactly have a happy correlation with him, but his manager had told him they’d be a good idea to spruce up the shelter.

“Yes safe for dogs. They might try to eat flowers, yes?” He felt like his English was lacking a lot now that he was distracted by this man and the way he obviously loved flowers. It was attractive.

“Sunflowers are pretty. I don’t know what daisies are or cornflowers, but they sound pretty too.” His lips moved into a frown as he looked at the other, trying to show that he was interested but he just didn’t understand what he was talking about. He really didn’t know why he had been sent when there were plenty of other guys or girls who worked at the shelter that would understand better.

“I like blue but not many flowers come in blue, yes? Maybe pink would be easier.” He couldn’t help but to look at the male’s cheeks as he said that.

#Ilya & Shane;#|| they’re both so precious;

adragpcth

Spending so much time with Shane at his cottage had made Ilya’s heart ache more for him when they weren’t together. The chat of transferring to Ottawa had become more of a reality and he was just waiting for the contract to come through. Living in Boston now felt weird and unusual so he had taken it upon himself to travel to Montreal for the weekend, wanting to be with Shane for as much time as he physically could.

{{ text to: Jane }} I wish I was drunk. {{ text to: Jane }} I’m outside. I do not have last couple of games with Boston until end of week, so why not come visit my boyfriend?

Yeah it felt good saying that. He liked having Shane Hollander as a boyfriend.

{{ text to: Jane }} Will you let me in?

stxincd

Ilya must be joking, Shane's brain keeps chiming in again and again, as he rereads those just received text messages for way too many times, in utter disbelief - there's no way he's traveled all the way from Boston to Montreal just to see him... right?

Shane's at the bedroom window within a second and a half, carefully pushing the curtains to the side to glance down at the pavement below. He can't see his front door from here, at least not very well, which means that not spotting anything (or anyone) isn't necessarily a solid proof for the other to be a liar... but in theory, if Ilya were to stay a few steps away from said door, he should be able to---

There he is, oh fuck. Shane can see the other standing there, looking down at what must be his own phone...

Ilya's truly here. Holy shit, he's here.

Shane's so excited (and surprised) by the sudden arrival of his boyfriend (it still feels unfamiliar to use that term, but it sounds so nice, truly does), that he doesn't even bother to put on a pair of pants; He would, under any other circumstances, but his usually so focused and logical brain is going mad at this very second and doesn't allow for Shane to think this through.

[ text -> Lily ] On my way!

He stumbles yet again on his way to his apartment door, immediately presses the buzzer to let the other in: Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit---

And as he waits for Ilya to make his way up, the one and only Shane Hollander is standing in his now opened door while only wearing a white t-shit, white socks and his black boxer briefs.

Fuck, he should've put some proper clothes on, right---?

adragpcth

Ilya didn’t know what was taking Shane so long to reply, but he waited patiently. The plane journey had been long and boring ( god so boring ) and all he wanted was to be in Shane’s apartment. He needed that comfort and warmth that he only got from being there; good memories flooding back whenever he walked in those doors. He needed that after the last couple months of barely seeing Shane.

When he heard the buzzing of the door to be let in, Ilya pushed the door open and made his way up the flight of stairs slowly. All he had brought with himself was a black carry on bag; a couple sets of clothes and some toiletries tucked into it. He knew he wouldn’t need much when he had started to leave things of his own at Shane’s place. He wasn’t claiming his spot outrightly, but he wanted Shane to know he felt comfortable enough to leave his things behind. He trusted them enough to know they’d be back together soon.

The sight of Shane in barely any clothes is a sight that he would pay a lot of money for, but luckily he didn’t have to pay for it. Shane Hollander was his boyfriend and he knew he could see him naked any time he wanted to.

A smirk pulled at his lips as he moved closer, throwing his bag to the ground and then cupping Shane’s cheeks so he could press their lips together in a warm kiss. “Mm, you look so pretty. Missed you.”

#Ilya & Shane;#|| he just wants to spend all his time with Shane #|| can we blame him!!

doing another lil affiliates call if anyone wants to be one!

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divinerpresources

What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?

#memes;

good morning ☺️

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pavlmescal

Endless gifs of Ilya Rozanov 18/∞

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them. // COUGHS from shane >:)))

Did Shane know what he was doing? Ilya absolutely knew that he did. He knew Shane better than anyone and he knew when his husband wanted something. They had been invited out to a party with the rest of the Centaurs and their partners and Ilya had seen it as a good thing for them both. Being out in public was still new to them both as a couple and what better place to do it than being around their team in Harris’ family’s backyard.

Ilya had been before when he had spotted Anya the first time and loved everything about Harris and his family. He knew that Shane would feel at ease around them and it was why he had fought for so long for Shane to say yes to coming to the party. He still truly couldn’t believe that Shane was there and was now sitting directly in his lap; ass to crotch, which had Ilya growing hard almost immediately.

He did have a couple vodkas in his system too. That was what he was blaming his reaction on.

“Comfortable, Hollander?” He breathed out softly, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck whilst his arms slipped around his waist. “You are enjoying party, yes?” He knew that Shane wasn’t the biggest lover of PDA but he couldn’t help himself. Shane looked so good. Smelt so good. It had Ilya’s heart racing in his chest.

#Ilya & Shane;

[ PASSENGER ]: sender touches receiver while sender is driving.

Did Ilya ever think that one day Shane Hollander would be trying to touch his dick whilst they drove home from the grocery store of all places? Absolutely not. Was he going to complain about it? Absolutely not. Instead, Ilya couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at his lips as he let his legs spread apart. “Can’t wait until we are home, Hollander? Miss my dick that much you want it now?” His voice was smooth, tongue reaching out to dab at his bottom lip.

He was most definitely rock hard already and it was obvious in the shorts he had decided to wear out to the store. “Let me help you.” A hand moved to push Shane’s hand underneath the waistband of his shorts and then his boxers. “You can multitask, yes? Don’t want to get pulled over whilst your hand is on my dick.”

#Ilya & Shane;#NSFW;

adragpcth

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} I like Hollander??? no no no

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} he gives good head yes but that is all /jk

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} he is like little kitten who does not want to be put in bath

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} you want to go play for metros? or Boston? they are good teams but not very fun like us Ottawa players

leschanceux

[ text; Cap 🫣 ]; the two of you are like magnets [ text; Cap 🫣 ]; i don't know about giving but he has a good head? [ text; Cap 🫣 ]; how many kittens have you put in a bath???? [ text; Cap 🫣 ]; not the metros or the raiders, no. california maybe though. beach hockey sounds fun :)

adragpcth

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} yes because he is my rival so i have to keep eyes on him like hawk

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} he has good head yes Luca well done

{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} California??? too hot. too many salads and plastic surgery. boring.

#Ilya & Luca;#|| oh Ilya is 100% the annoying big bro #|| we all love him for it

i wanna make a Luca haas solo blog 🤔

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metalprompts

* ― ﴾ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ﴿ : 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally , i’m tired of the secondhand embarrassment. so here’s a random assortment of nsfw actions and dialogue prompts that don’t feel too over the top. ( don’t forget to add [ reverse ] if you’d like to see the receiver perform the action. )

actions.

[ PULL ]: sender pulls receivers hair.

[ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey.

[ TRAIL ]: sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach.

[ HIPS ]: sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips.

[ KNEES ]: sender lowers themselves to their knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]: sender teasingly strips their clothes.

[ STRIP ]: sender undresses receiver.

[ GRIND ]: sender grinds on receivers thigh.

[ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]: sender touches receiver while sender is driving.

[ DRIVER ]: sender goes down on / touches receiver while receiver is driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]: sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public.

[ CAR ]: sender and receiver have sex in a car.

[ CONTROL ]: sender is riding receiver and receiver takes control by guiding their hips.

[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away.

[ EYES ]: sender makes receiver look them in the eyes.

[ BEG ]: sender begs receiver to touch / fuck them.

[ MORNING ]: sender wakes receiver up with sex.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them.

[ CAMERA ]: sender records receiver.

[ RECORD ]: sender is recorded by receiver.

[ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.

[ LOVE ]: sender tells receiver they love them during.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver onto bed.

dialogue.

“ you look so pretty like this. “

“ i want to spend all night learning every sound you make. “

“ let me take care of you. “

“ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “

“ you’re really good at that. “

“ god, you’re so wet / hard …. “

“ i think about you when i touch myself. “

“ tell me what you want. “

“ please touch / fuck me. “

“ i love teasing you. “

“ touch yourself for me. “

“ i get so wet / hard around you. “

“ get on your knees. “

“ you’re such a tease. “

“ tell me you’re mine. “

“ i’m yours. “

“ i want you to cum for me. “

“ i want you to cum in me. “

“ i’ll be good, i promise. “

“ you’re doing so good for me. “

“ you feel so good. “

“ you sound so pretty when you moan. “

“ i could be your toy. “

“ fuck me like you love me. “

“ i’m gonna cum- “

“ i just want to feel something. “

“ i wanna be on top this time. “

#NSFW;

odditymuse

ilya rozanov ꒰ @adragpcth ꒱ sent : ⤷ ❛ is … that my shirt that you’re wearing ? ❜

It really shouldn't be embarrassing. There were things they had done together over the years far more impactful than Ilya noticing Shane was wearing his fucking shirt. Yet the Canadian stood there, in his apartments entryway, looking at Ilya who looked right back at him with that stupidly smug type of expression on his face that equally infuriated Shane as much as it made something flutter around in his stomach. He hadn't thought about it when putting it on. Only. . . that was somewhat of a lie, because Shane thought about everything he did before doing it. Had seen it in the mess of his own clothing, realized immediately it was not his. Couldn't even use the excuse of washing it, because he hadn't, and that might be the worst part of it all.

" That's literally the first thing you mention after a month of not seeing each other? " Because distracting from it felt easier than admitting he missed Ilya to such an extent. To such a level that it felt bone deep and personal to him. To the extent he dug up a shirt the other left a month ago and tugged it on without another thought about it, and had been wearing it on and off that last week alone. " You left it. It was with my stuff. I guess I got it mixed up. " A terrible lie, because Shane Hollander was a awful liar.

adragpcth

Ilya had always wanted to belong to someone. He wanted that cheesy romance that people would have in movies or in books that Svetlana would recommend to him from time to time. Had he ever admitted that out loud? Absolutely not. Growing up in Russia with a father like his had made it difficult to even express what he wanted in terms of love and relationships.

However seeing Shane Hollander in his shirt had Ilya feeling like one of those girls in the romance movies he watched. He wanted to reach out and pull Shane close, tell him that he found him ridiculously pretty in it, but instead he could only reply with sarcasm. “Yes, because it is my shirt. I should report you for stealing.”

Instead, Ilya moved closer to Shane and brushed past him so he could get inside. Montreal was cold in the winter and he could think of many ways to heat them both up. “You can keep it. I have many shirts like it at home.” That was Ilya’s way of telling Shane to keep it because he wanted everyone else to know Shane was his, even if they weren’t official.

#Ilya & Shane;#|| these two I swear to god 😭😭

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 ♡

“Ah. This is a very, very, difficult question for me, Sashuka.” Ilya tapped his finger against his chin in thought before he was humming out gently. “I would say smash. You opened up my eyes to fun times and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

#Ilya & Sasha;

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