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nicky! | 22 | nonbinary cowperson™️| science nerd | he/they | sideblog @reedfulton

[themoonandmyman]

I love the Ep 4 club scene where Ilya is fully flaunting this woman to Shane because the reasoning is so nuanced- it’s all of Ilya’s hurt manifesting, yes- its jealousy, yes- but it’s also seduction. It’s Ilya saying ‘this could be you. I want it to be you’ and Shane knows that- the atmosphere of the club and the intensity of Ilya’s gaze is intoxicating and far too much and too painful. Its everything he’s denying himself and Ilya is reaching out a hand, however cloaked in hurt, and screaming ‘come back, and you can have this again’

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya in dom space, like zoned the fuck in on Shane. Everything else had faded away besides his Shane, Shane’s body, seeing Shane move for him, need him, obey him- give Shane pleasure, dangle is just out of reach, make him beg make him be good. His heart is pounding in his ears and he feels so fucking good, his skin is buzzing, he’s honed in, it’s like when he’s on the nice, each movement natural, instinct.

Shane is a pretty flushed needy thing on his knees for Ilya, pressed to the wooden floor in front of the couch, between the wide loose sprawl of Ilya’s legs. Ilya cock is a hard aching thick line in his sweats, the fabric obscenely tented, and Shane’s flushed gorgeous cheek is pressed to it, nuzzling over the fabric. His eyes are big sad brown things, wet in the water line and making his lashes webbed and darker than usual. His pretty boy. Ilya’s hand slides to Shane’s cheek, roughs it in his palm and he uses his thumb to tug at Shane’s top lip, the mauve of it, bitten slick and almost red.

He’d sucked and pulled at it with his teeth and tongue, soothing with his own mouth as Ilya had pushed his fingers inside Shane while he was sat up in his lap. Shane had ridden his fingers desperate and shaky thighed, begging for Ilya to fill him “properly please please Ilya I want you not your fingers I wanna be full” and Ilya had shaken his head, told Shane a soft no, not yet bunny just this and kept curling his fingers to nail Shane’s prostate over and over and over. He’d have no choice but to come soon, Ilya stimulating him like this, without needing so much as a hand on his cock, soon he’d shoot messy between their stomachs. It was fun to watch Shane play like he could hold it off. Like he wanted to hold it off. By the time Shane had cum, he’d been biting at Ilya’s shoulder, shivering against his body, thanking him for his fingers, a hand fisted in Ilya’s curls, tugging, tugging.

And now, now his Shane was a soft aching pulse, how Ilya loved him, a tide to Ilya’s moon, a flower unfolding to his sun. His eyes were heavy as he tried to keep them on Ilya, but they kept blinking slow as he nuzzled his cheek down against the bulge of Ilya’s cock. Sweet thing. Has sweet thing. Ilya tuts and pats Shane’s cheek, soft open handed slaps that make Shane moan, turn his face into Shane’s cock, nuzzle his nose against the hot line of Ilya, lips mouthing gently. “Please” he asks, and Ilya’s heart squeezes, his voice shaky and soft, heavy tongued. His sweetheart.

“Please what Zaychik?” Ilya asks, slides his hand up into Shane’s hair and takes a fistful of it soft and silky, uses it to tilt his head back, neck extended and smiles at the soft whine Shane makes at being pulled away from Ilya’s cock. Fuck Ilya was lucky. A god at his feet, worshiping him. He feels fire in his fingertips. Slides his hand to cup Shane’s chin, thumb rubbing under his ear.

“Please can I have your cock” Shane asks, a low aching tone.

“Please” he utters again, bottom lip pouted out and he scrunches his brow as he pursed his lips and tries to wriggle his face down, get his face back to Ilya’s lap.

“Please Ilya” he sighs and Ilya smiles, his hand takes the back of Shane’s neck as he lets the boy part his lips and nuzzle face first into his hard cock. The drag is his cheek, nose, lips makes Ilya throb.

“You want it?” Ilya asks, and almost feels bad for the eager way Shane nods so quickly.

“Ask me nice, sweetheart, tell me why you need it huh? Why you deserve it” Ilya says low, strokes his hand over the back of Shane’s head, again and again.

“Because, because I love it” Shane mumbles and Ilya’s skin erupts in goosebumps.

“I love it Ilya. I love your cock, I was good, was good and came on your fingers, I waited I waited even thought I love it and I just want you Ilya. Want your cock, please, please” Shane whines, and Ilya is so proud so fucking proud of Shane, feels so fucking needed and wanted it makes him dizzy.

“You love it?” Ilya asks, and wants to drive his body into Shane’s until Shane is part of him, till Shane is loose and gone and warm and Ilya’s. All the way through.

“Uh huh” Shane nods, kisses the shape of Ilya’s cock through the fabric, mouths at the shape of the head.

“Love it. Your cock Ilya love it so much. Love you. I want you I want to make you feel good please I need to feel you I just want it for a little bit I’ve been so good please let me show you, show you how much I love it” Shane gasps and Ilya coos, so full of love, of ache, of need to hear Shane tell him again and again and again. He leans down and kisses the top of Shane’s head, hunched down over him, rubs the back of his neck how he know Shane loves and tilts his head down to whisper in his ear.

“Take it out bunny, show me how much you love it hm? Show me how good are you. So good” he croons and takes Shane’s earlobe between his fingers to rub rub rub, to feel Shane shiver as needy hands scramble to get Ilya’s sweats down- to take his reward. What belongs to him Ilya thinks.

And he can’t wait to make Shane come like this too, desperate and humping his calf with a mouthful of Ilya, before he’d take him on his cock, pin him under his body on the couch and fuck him completely apart as they were pinned as close as possible together, becoming one messy brilliant thing in their devotion to each other.

(He can’t wait, to rub Shane’s knees and hips as ass after, kiss him stupid in the shower and tell him how good and gorgeous and his he is, put him back together the way only Ilya knows how)

[russianblush]

mr. uh.....landlord

[vesnuszki]

Ilya throat goat with his nose in Shane’s pubes!! Shane asking politely to please fuck Ilya’s face!! Ilya losing his goddamned mind because he loves when Shane asks what he wants!! Ilya excited that Shane wants to use him like that!! Ilya gripping Shane’s thighs to keep Shane close close close to him while his dick hits the back of his throat!! Ilya choking on it a little!! Ilya looking up at Shane while he’s gasping for air!! Ilya short of oxygen seeing the face of god!! Ilya taking Shane so deep into his mouth he doesn’t even feel the taste of his cum when he comes!!

[wyatthazy]

shane: 🩷🥰😍💕🫃

[lavenderprose]

Shane thinks it's soooo sexy when Ilya busts out those English vocab words btw. Listen to the way he says "When did your English get so good" and tell me he's not wet. He thinks it's so sexy that he is married to a bilingual baddie who knows what the word pedantic means despite English being his second language and he has a sexy accent when he says that shit. Shane can't even be mad at being called pedantic because he liked the sound of it in his husband's voice so much. "I'll show you pedantic," says Shane Hollander, as he plummets to his knees in the kitchen.

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya waking up in the middle of the night, not particular reason- he’s just blinking awake with a long inhale and he frowns when he feels the lack of weight on him, lack of Shane on him.

He’s cold. He’s still half asleep, one eye half open and his hand blindly starts patting around the bed, empty sheets. He groans and rolls over towards the right side of the bed, arm out still searching.

He smiles when he finds warm naked skin, flattens his hand and slides it up and realises he’s grasping at Shane’s flank, the smooth skin of his side. He’s so fucking warm and lovely. Ilya groans and gets his other hand to reach for Shane too, using his grip to pull Shane back, towards his body. Shane makes a soft squeaking sound, a grunt and Ilya wraps both arms around Shane’s body, pulling him in, jostling Shane until Ilya is sprawled on his back with Shane up on his chest.

“What’ssit?” Shane grumbles into Ilya’s neck, squirming as he finds a comfy spot on top of Ilya, face shoved into his neck. His hand lays flat on Ilya’s chest and Ilya sighs, smiles, content. Better, much better. Ilya’s hand slides down to wrap around Shane’s waist, fingers wrapped around where it pulls in. Ilya’s other hand grasps the covers, pulls them up from where he’d disturbed them, tucks them up around Shane’s shoulders.

“What’s? Are you okay?” Shane asks, words all jumbled together against Ilya’s jaw, lips and exhale warm. His hand slips up from Ilya’s chest to cup his face, his big warm hand cupping Ilya’s cheek, thumb dragging back and forth slowly.

“You were very far” Ilya whispers, dances his finger tips along Shane’s lower back, senseless little shapes.

“Woke up alone” Ilya huffs, pouts into Shane’s hair and nuzzles his nose against Shane’s scalp, the smell of him comforting.

“Oh” Shane sighs and breaths slow and heavy and Ilya wonders if he’s fallen back to sleep but then.

“Sorry” he turns his head to press a half kiss against Ilya’s chest, thumb resuming petting over Ilya’s cheek

“You just come get me” Shane whispers, snuggles himself into Ilya like he can get closer, socked foot rubbing slow lines up and down Ilya’s calf, occasional breaks of his toes pulsing against the muscle before he resumes their rubbing.

“Okay?” Shane asks when Ilya doesn’t reply, voice fuzzy with sleep.

“Yes, of course” Ilya replies, shoves his smile into Shane’s silk soft hair, drags his face down to kiss at Shane’s ear, hand flat now rubbing wide circles over his back.

“ ‘Kay” Shane replies with a happy sigh and he presses into Ilya, hand still cupping his face, his nose pressed to Ilya’s cheek.

Ilya falls asleep, smiling and smushed to Shane’s face, tangled close and warm.

[butimaficwriter]

before dick and kisses

after dick and kisses

from 😾 to 🙂: an ilya rozanov guide to keeping your shane happy

[verlierer-is-lost]

Ilya and Svetlana growing up together 🌱

[verlierer-is-lost]

Turned an abandoned Hollanov thumbnail into a finished piece

[verlierer-is-lost]

Although it’s asscrack degrees outside… winter Hollanov so cute

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

I know that forehead kiss was life altering for both of them

[russianblush]

ilya: *consent king* shane: please just shut up and fuck me

[sabotage-on-mercury]

Shane was actually not prepared for how different travelling with the centaurs are. Sure, he expected it to be nicer, having Ilya at his side. Basically he thought, he would just stick to watching movies, maybe read a few pages, and taking perfectly timed naps to prevent a jet lag, just that maybe now he could rest his head on Ilyas shoulder. Well. He might never know peace again.

He is now regular part of the little card playing group, playing one or two rounds of poker or asshole at the beginning of their flight. They are laughing and trashtalking and Shane's pleasently suprised he's not getting thrown out the group for ripping the others off with his stone hard poker face.

Shane accidentally started a book club that now semi-regularly holds meetings in their airplane to discuss hockey books, a tradtion that started when Luca asked Shane what he was reading and then proceeded to buy the books as well, which caused a handful more team members to follow suit.

But his favourite thing to do is talking shop with Ilya. Both off them sticking their heads together over their ipad, going though game tape, discussing strategies, examine plays with a level of perspicacity reserved just for them. Often they sit together with Bood and Troy, so they all can exchange their experiences with different opponents, examine weaknesses and strengths & Shane finds so much calm and joy in being part of a group of like-minded people, talking like equals, like a real team, not having to carry the burden of being the head of the team alone.

Shane doesn't get to watch as many movies alone and in peace anymore as before but he wouldn't change it for the world.

[allesfresser]

Snuggle bugs 🐞

[medrawawi]

[cliff-marleaus-left-toe]

I have this headcanon where in an alternative universe Ilya had a moment of insight at the beginning of their hookups so when The Raiders asked where he was going instead of saying he was gonna see Montreal Jane he was like 'I am gonna see my close personal friend Shane Hollander we are gonna eat takeout and play videogames in his house he is my best friend actually.' And the Raiders were like, 'Yeah, right.' But he kept the bit, and every time they were in Montreal, he told the Raiders he was meeting Shane, and the rivalry was just league PR bullshit. They never truly believed him, but it didn't really matter at the time. And When they were eventually at the cottage and Shane told Ilya his plan Ilya was like 'Do not be mad but I have been telling Raiders you are my best friend and every time we play monteral I come to see you to play videogames and eat takeout for years and they never belived me so there is still plusably denibility but if you wanna launch a friendship we dont have to wait or built up I already laid the groundwork.' And Shane is in his head like 'I am gonna marry this man.' So they announce the charity the same summer and the raiders are like 'well shit he was telling the truth.' And since Ilya did lay the groundwork, when the media asks them about Ilya and Shane's 'have been friends the whole time' narrative, the Raiders are like, 'Yeah, he told us they were friends; we just didn't believe him.' Which makes the public opinion on their friendship largely positive but doesn't really change the overall timeline all that much just gives them some room to be publicly affectionate and kind of takes the heat off the fanmail gate bc instead of the public thinking it was an enemies-to-lovers hot sex in hotel rooms 9-year situationship with messy breakups and hookups in between they think it was a slow-burn friends-to-lovers situation filled with yearning and Queer self discovery which is more palatable to the public.