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Sumary:
Buck saves a man's life in a fire. What he doesn't know is that this man is Don Eddie Diaz, boss of the Los Angeles Mafia. And now that he's in his sights, he'll never let the handsome, gentle firefighter get away. Without knowing the difference between protectiveness and possessiveness. It doesn't matter. Whether or not, this man now belongs to him. And he intends to destroy and possess him, in the most satisfactory way possible. The Don will burn anyone who tries to separate them.
What the Don wants. He gets.
Six chapters so far ♥️
Tags:
Mob Boss Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Firefighter Evan "Buck" BuckleyBlood and ViolenceShameless SmutImplied/Referenced TortureProtective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Possessive Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Jealous Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Dom Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Sub Evan "Buck" BuckleyRope BondageNipple PlayNear Death ExperiencesDark Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Tattoos
People seemed to like the first list so here are 10 more underrated hollanov fics. All are completed, all have under 10k hits and 100 comments, and all deserve more love! And all but one are under 10k words. I have personally read and can vouch for all of these. If you enjoy, please remember to show some love to the authors! Also, if anyone ever wants to discuss any of the fics I ever post about, my dms are always open :)
it’s just background noise, anyway by @anincompletelist (2.4k, M) - cliff and carmichael sneak into ilya’s penthouse in 2014 vegas and almost catch shane and ilya in the act. love how this author writes ilya’s pov, he’s such a yearner
Forget about it by @deliciousblizzardshark (2.5k, G) - shane and ilya wake up together in a hospital room and both have temporary amnesia, they are so silly i love them
who else could love me quite as kindly as you by @eemolu (2.9k, M) - ilya can’t actually live inside of shane, so he settles for burrowing under his sweatshirt instead. so achingly tender. the love they feel for each other really shines through
jealous of the night watch by @lottswrites (3.7k, E) - hitman ilya needs to cuff hitman shane to make sure he doesn’t interfere with his job. i think you can guess where it goes from there hehe. love this au plus this fic was written for a charity event which makes it even more special!
Shane Hollandbear by writeitininkorinblood (4.1k, G) - outsider pov. the centaurs take shane to build-a-bear to make a bear for ilya. pure fluff and humor. made me want to go back to BAB
loose lips sink ships all the damn time by hollsynov (4.2k, T) - texting and socmed fic. ilya’s phone is broken so shane messages him on twitter, but accidentally outs them to a fan account instead. love this oc, this was funnier and more wholesome than i expected
i pay attention to things that most people ignore by @extendedpl4y (4.9k, T) - hayden realizes lily is ilya all on his own. i usually read (and write) fics with hayden as a dumbass so this is a nice change and very sweet!
In Sickness and In Health by gnomey2001 (5.5k, E) - shane gets the stomach flu after fleeing the tuna meltdown and so do all the raiders. shane is stuck in boston when the game is canceled, and ilya takes care of him. i love a post-tuna meltdown fix it and really enjoyed how everything was resolved.
slow motion, love potion by @delsicle (6.8k, E) - sex worker ilya is hired by shane in sochi during the winter olympics so he can experiment with a man. hot, sweet, and sad all at once. lovely writing
78 seconds by @felifiran (11k, E) - instead of shane being injured at the boston-montreal game, ilya takes a skate to the neck. it’s not as graphic as it sounds (but obviously there are discussions of blood). some lovely hurt/comfort, perfect if you want something bittersweet
Look me in my face and tell me that a week or so before their wedding Shane didn't look at Ilya and say, "But Ilya...we can't have sex before we're married..." and it took Ilya exactly five seconds to travel through the stages of grief before he fully picked up what Shane was putting down and leaned over to put his hand hiiiiigh up on Shane's thigh and say, "But baby, I need it. Please, just the tip."
You cannot tell me it didn't happen because I will not believe you.
They don’t even get as far as deciding on a movie. Wrestling for the remote turns into rolling around on the floor, and soon they’re grinding and kissing filthy while the Netflix ads repeat in the background. They go headlong for each other’s waistbands, nearly colliding, and by the look on Shane’s face, he’s about to dig his heels in. He’s fun when he digs his heels in.
Ilya grins. “Same time?” he offers, knowing Shane won’t refuse. “If you think you can handle it,” he adds, teasing. Experience suggests that he can’t, but that part is fun, too. He palms Shane’s erection through his sweatpants.
Shane gasps softly. “I can handle it,” he says, and they both think he’s lying, and that doesn’t stop them. Ilya kisses him again, and nips at his bottom lip, and they shift into position. Ilya shoves his own shorts down around his knees, and then Shane’s mouth is on him before he can get Shane's cock out.
“Unsportsmanlike,” Ilya mutters, and Shane just smiles up at him with his eyes. He gives himself a second just to revel in Shane’s plush lips, in the warm velvet slip of his tongue. Then he yanks down the sweatpants, and licks a long, flat strip along the slit of Shane’s dick, and it’s game on.
Shane is rebar hard and humming noisily around him, and at first Ilya thinks he’s got it in the bag. Only Shane’s not running out of breath, his rhythm stays steady, and the humming feels kind of electric. Ilya’s thigh twitches, and the beginnings of defeat creep up in his balls.
He grabs Shane by the ass and pulls him in deeper, and grins around his cock when Shane has to pause to swear about it. Then he runs his fingers down into Shane’s crack, presses two of them against his hole. Shane clenches and pulls off him with a grunt.
“What?” Ilya asks, lifting his head. “Why’d you stop?” He nuzzles Shane’s cock while he waits for the answer.
“You’re cheating,” Shane complains, and he sounds so indignant that Ilya has to laugh.
“How am I cheating?” he says. “There are no rules.”
“But there’s unsportsmanlike?”
Ilya grins and shakes his head. He figures this just bought him another minute, easy. “Shut up and suck my dick,” he says.
“You suck my dick,” Shane replies, taunting.
So he does, hard and fast, and he gets to thinking maybe he’ll stay undefeated after all. Then Shane takes him in deep, enough for his chin to jab into Ilya’s thigh, and swallows around him. He does it again, and again, making sweet gurgling sounds when he comes up for air. Ilya gasps wetly around the head of Shane’s cock, and his hips buck, and he loses. His rhythm, his breath, the game. His eyes roll up and he comes, moaning, at the back of Shane's throat.
Then Shane doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking him through his orgasm, through his aftershocks, through the hazy line between pleasure and torture. Ilya tries to voice a protest but Shane chokes it off, and starts fucking into his slack jaw. He’s pretty sure he’s about to pass out when Shane finally pulls off him to groan loudly and come, pulsing, against his tongue.
They roll onto their backs and stare up at the ceiling, silent while they catch their breath. Eventually, inevitably, Shane says, “I win.”
Ilya shakes his head. “Disqualified. You tried to kill me.”
Shane gets up on his elbows, flushed and grinning. “I thought there were no rules,” he says.
Ilya laughs, and crawls over to lay next to him, and wonders for the thousandth time what he did to deserve this. “No rules for me,” he corrects him.
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@hutsonwoolyums something like that? thanks for the prompt :) // due credit to you and @nightquills for this post // happy sho sunday <3
Shane is pouting at Ilya and Ilya thinks he will die right there in his living room on a cold Boston evening.
They played each other earlier, Shane had come back to Ilya’s because they’re boyfriends now. Sitting on the couch in Ilya’s living room, Shane had suggested watching something so incredibly boring and Ilya had groaned out in protest—but then Shane had to go and pout out his bottom lip so pink and wet and adorable.
“Pretty please, Ilya.” He says while pouting with big brown eyes blinking at him innocently to tie the whole look together.
Ilya stares for a moment at the sight of his big jock boyfriend looking so cute he could eat him.
“Fine.” Ilya says softly.
Shane’s pout turns into a big cheesy Kermit the frog grin and he grabs the remote to put on the boring movie and snuggles up to Ilya’s side. And god, Ilya loves him so fucking much.
AU where Shane and Ilya don't hook up or have a decades-long secret. They don't really know each other at all, except to play each other.
Shane comes out of the closet sometime after Scott does, and in some random, lighthearted interview, they ask him what he's looking for in a man. And Shane's just, off-hand like, "Well, he'd have to have at least one Stanley Cup. Obviously." And when he gets a good reaction from that, he keeps going, like "Needs to be amazing at hockey. Definitely needs to be at least an All-Star, if not a captain. Hot too. If he can't bench-press me, I'm not interested."
And it's all in fun, except two days after the interview prints, Ilya Rozanov shows up at his door like "knock, knock. I am here to apply for boyfriend position. Do you need resume? I brought my Stanley Cup ring, just in case."
“Shane fuck Shane help we fucked up, we lost Ilya, I swear he was here one second ago and now-“
“Haas, where are you right now?”
“The club by the hotel.”
“And he’s not in the bathroom?”
“No.”
“Not on the roof?”
“No.”
“Not trying to access any of the dancers poles?”
“What? Why would- Oh, Troy says no.”
“Is he hanging out with drunk girls in the women’s bathroom?”
“Umm, one sec. Harris, can you ask her if Ilya is in there? … Harris says no.”
“Ok. What were you talking about before he disappeared?”
“We were trying to figure out where to eat.”
“Did anyone bring up sushi?”
“He didn’t say he wanted-“
“Just answer the question.”
“Uh yeah, someone suggested it, but he said he wanted-“
“He’s at the pier.”
“What?”
“He got bored, sushi put fish on his brain, which made him think about water, and he likes going to piers, and the hotel is walking distance from a boardwalk by the water. He’s there, most likely trying to look at fish going under the dock.”
“… How do you know that?”
“Do you have any ideas how many times I have gotten this exact phone call? He’s easier to catch if you bait him with mozzarella sticks but make sure he knows he only gets them if he comes quietly. If you let him negotiate he will take the sticks and run. Cliff always fell for that.”
I love the idea of Shane being not just good at hockey but good at all sports, to the point where it fascinates and infuriates the other Centaurs
Because what do you mean they went to the batting cages for some silly fun to watch everyone flail at an unfamiliar sport, only for Shane to need three practice swings before figuring out the force and timing needed to start hitting every single pitch? What do you mean he sets the course record at the mini golf place they have the Pike twins birthday at? What do you mean he learned how to play cricket over a long weekend in the UK? What do you MEAN your Canadian ass that grew up on a calm, tiny lake went to visit Rose in LA and just learned to surf from “some guy” one of the days she was busy??
Shane doesn’t get why they all think it’s so crazy. He’s a professional athlete, he’s good at full body and mind control as well as adaptability and hand-eye coordination, and he’s so used to being the best in the world at hockey that he views being mundanely good at anything else as barely noticeable. He argues with Troy over whether he counts as being good at basketball just because he killed them all at the basketball shooting game at a Dave and Buster’s
They all start making bets to see who can find a sport Hollander isn’t good at. Harris is convinced he’ll win with figure skating because Shane’s muscle memory will want to work against him with a technique that’s so similar but also so different, only for Shane to come out of an afternoon learning from his old friend who was at the Olympics with the ability to do simple jumps and spins and is insisting the whole team learn so they can incorporate it into plays. Harris is not allowed to make suggestions after that
Ilya just sits back and lustily watches his husband destroy their friends at volley ball, wrestling, tennis, broom ball, and ultimate frisbee. Shane participates in an all pro athlete Ninja Warrior event to raise money for charity and Ilya can’t watch the clips of Shane flying through the course like a bat out of hell unless he is able to fuck Shane immediately after it ends
Physical touch is a primary love language and essential human need that communicates love, safety, and emotional connection through non-verbal, physical contact.
shane felt dizzy with happiness. to be held like this and kissed like this by the man he loved - the man who loved him back - here at the place he loved more than anywhere else in the world.
