Hiii Alex! Here i come bearing new and hot yuri hollanov headcanons! Woof woof!
First of all, we all know jane is a sweet and well behaved bunny who likes to comply to whatever her gorgeous girlfriend asks, but she's also secretly a big freak and at the same time she's anxious. So lilya has to introduce things slowly. Lilya has noticed that jane loooves being called a good bunny, good girl, little slut and had very enthusiastic reactions when lilya said that she was going to fill her up with her strap on and that she was going to be so full.
So lilya starts introducing new toys in their lovemaking. Of course they already use a strap on dildo, which is great. Then lilya brings up gag balls, and they try a few but eventually settle on a dick shaped one because jane likes how heavy it feels on her tongue and she likes sucking on it (oral fixation anyone?). Then lilya brings up plugs, maybe a nice one, not too big, with a cute bunny tail? And of course lilya eats her out while opening her up to help her relax, and jane sees stars. Lilya thinks she might combust from seeing jane wearing the little bunny tail while jane has never felt hotter. And then! Slutty freaky horny jane, while their having dinner, shyly suggests their try all three sex toys together! Lilya almost chocked on her food and thinks she must be dead because there's no way her sweet shy girl just said that. When they try it, jane feels so so so full and like that's what she's made for, not for hockey, not for commercials, but to be filled and filled and filled by her girl that she loves so much and that she wants to be her good girl forever, to make her happy. And lilya, while she's driving into jane, thinks that she could die here and there and be the happiest person ever, and that she wants to cherish jane and treasure her because she's the best thing that's ever happened to her and deserves all the best in the world, and lilya wants to give it to her. Also jane is dripping and drooling from everywhere and she makes a mess but she's so fucked into oblivion afterwards that for the first time ever she doesn't complain about it and lilya never lets her forget it "remember when i filled all of you and you were so gone you weren't even grossed out but dirty sheets? Was nice trick right?"
Anyway i think i got carried a little away... ops
Love you!
Big fan of everything you just said, sara! Jane being bunny, lilya being so incredibly patient and gentle! Also, you're checking so many of my boxes in general. Jane loving the feeling of fullness! Bunny tail plug! Lilya filling all her holes, loving to give jane what she wants and getting off on it! Jane drooling!!! lilya teasing her about how good she can make her girl feel! Yeah, fuck dude. I'll be thinking about this for a while
hi bug you know how when ilya comes back after the game in montreal is cancelled and he ends up laying svetlana out on the dining room table as he whispers in russian?
thats him when he comes back from being away from shane about his hole. he drops everything he's holding the second he walks in, and shane is only wearing a loose fitting t shirt cause he knows exactly how this goes. ilya practically lunges for him and is immediately hoisting shane up onto their table, kissing him fiercely for a couple of minutes before dragging shane to the edge and throwing his legs over his shoulders so he can grab shanes cheeks and spread them wide.
and hes just murmuring to himself the whole time, "so hungry, so fucking hungry for you, baby. missed you, missed my sweet little hole. so pretty, love when you're ready for me like this. need it, need it so bad, fuck shanya please let me please please ..."
and shane is just preening from the attention and whimpering/grinding his hips as ikya devours him
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My heart is RACINg YIPPEEEE. Yum. This is so fucking hooooot I love this so much.
I adore the idea of Ilya being desperate to be back there, worshipping Shane, worshiping his hole. Like Ilya is just so fucking whipped for his Shane, he is fucking obsessed, how can he not be. Shane is so perfect, so gorgeous, so his and Ilya loves him, loves fucking him, loves the pleasure he finds in Shaneâs body, loves what they have. How can Ilya not be devotional, not be obsessed- any good man who had seen Shane Hollanders soft needy eyes as heâs filled with cock, the way he melts away like itâs total bliss to be filled, then bend at the knee too when they were away for too long. Let alone the fact Shane is his soulmate, a part of him that he felt like he was born find- that Shane was his in every life before this and will be in every one after.
Ilya would feel superficial, shallow with how obsessed he was with Shaneâs body, if it wasnât for the way his love for it being shanes body specifically being the most overwhelming part of it. Itâs the fact itâs Shane that makes him so desperately magnetised to him, to his body. Shane makes him feel like a feral dog guarding his home sometimes, starving and snapping to protect whatâs his, to have whatâs his. Shane is his.
He kisses Shane like a man drowning when he sees him after a long time apart, itâs wet and messy and makes Ilyaâs jaw ache, how aggressively he kisses him, desperate to taste Shane, feels him, connect to him. Physical connection is such a key part of his how they express love and Ilya feels frantic to feel Shane again, to taste him, to be one, just them, the same body. To make the universe they do when they are together- nothing else outside them.
Ilya is shivery with it and so is Shane- after all those years apart- being apart and coming back together is still some old horrible kind of ache, a deep bruise that throbs when it happens. This used to be so scare, so precious, so hidden that it feels desperate sometimes still. They break the kiss and Shane is kissing over Ilyaâs face, leaning up into him still as he pulls away until Ilya eases him back onto the table with hand pushing down his hips up up to his chest, holding him down before he drops to his knees.
Shaneâs hands are in his hair as Ilya throws his legs over his shoulders, kisses and bites at his thighs before he makes his way down, uses his hands to open Shaneâs thighs and tilt him up and there he is. Ilya makes a hungry sound and Shane is whimpering as Ilya fucking makes out with his hole, like he had with him moments earlier. Kissing him hello there too. Shane can hear his frantic mutters, the âmissed you missed you missed you, fuck so fucking pretty, you missed me too didnât you baby? Missed me filling you? Looking after you? Hmmâ he growls and his hands are wrapped around Shaneâs thighs, hands gripping, pulling him up into his face.
And Shane is like âshh shh its okay, Ilya- Iâm here, I fuck I missed you too, missed you, needed you, needed you right there, yeah, its yours it is is yours Ilyaâ and heâs finding Ilyaâs hands, fingers tangling, squeezing. Shaneâs so hard his head is spinning.
Shane pulls one hand from Ilyaâs to sit up a bit, leant back on an elbow, his hand petting over the back of Ilyaâs head. He watches Ilyaâs head moving hungrily and Shane is shivering and Ilya still has his fucking jacket and shoes on, his bag is by his feet, his hands are still cold from being outside. It looks indecent, Shaneâs naked soft thighs over Ilyaâs clothed shoulders, heels scrambling at Ilyaâs upper back, against the thick fabric of his coat.
WAIT guys im not done horny posting⌠one more thing⌠Shane and Ilya have bare sex, ok and Shane is all have you ever you know done that with anyone before? And Ilya is like hm no not really and Shane is like what do you mean not really. And Ilya is like well with girls sometimes when I was drunk and being stupid, but Iâd always pull out- Iâve only ever cum inside you Shane. And Shane is like. Oh. Because it kinda didnât matter if Ilya had- but he kinda loves that only heâs given Ilya that. And then heâs just like âI canât really picture you being able to pull outâ and Ilya is like all eye brows and âwhat? What kind of chirp is this Hollander? I am not so stupid to maybe get someone pregnantâ and Shane is just all shrug- âwell whenever we- everytime weâve fucked, even with a condom you donât want to come anywhere but inside me. And you push in so deep when you cum sometimes it knocks my breath out. So. I just canât see itâ he shrugs and Ilya is all.
âWhat the fuck shaneâ and heâs maybe a little hard, and Shane is like âI mean itâs really hot. I like it. I just think youâd suck at pulling outâ and heâs got a little smirk and Ilya is like woooow. Turns into bickering which turns into play fighting which turns into dry humping- which turns into Shane on his back with his legs slung over Ilyaâs hips, Ilya pushing into him bare and slick with lube.
Once heâs all the way inside, mouth panting against Shaneâs, Shane stroking his hand through his hair heâs like âmake sure you pull out okay?â And Ilya pulls back to catch Shaneâs eye and that little gleam he gets in it and oh game on. Ilya is like âof course baby, donât wanna get you pregnant, metros stand no chance without next season if youâre knocked upâ and Shaneâs mouth drops open and his cock throbs between them and he lets out a tiny choked sound and oh. Ilya will be investigating that more later.
But it Shane so itâs game on and he swallows and he says âmm only if you canât control yourself big boyâ and Ilya hates how much that turns him on- and then theyâre fucking and Shane is squirmy and loud under him, hands all over Ilyaâs chest and neck and face and down his back and gripping at his ass and Ilya loooves that he can fuck him like this now, on his back and glued close and not hiding anything between them anymore. Ilyas getting close and his brain is swimming because he wonât prove Shane right- he wonât but fuck it feels so fucking good and Shane is so tight and wet and perfect around him and his cock looks so pretty throbbing and jolting with Ilyaâs thrusts and he loves the way Shane shakes around him after heâs cum and Ilya keeps fucking him through it till he fills him and he wants that and he- he canât heâs going to be good.
And then shane is kissing him, pulling at his hair, scratching at his scalp and saying âm closeâ Ilya all low and soft and fuck Ilya loves him and only Ilya gets him like this and they both need this so badly- itâs the whole universe, how good this feels. And Ilya needs Shane to feel good, heâs nodding, kissing Shane back the best he can as he fucks him, harder, deeper, presses his legs apart further the leverage down and in the way Shane loves and Shane is whining, throwing his head back and mumbling âIlya Ilyaâ and Ilya might die, like this, he thinks one day because itâs too good. Itâs already heaven.
âLet go sweetheartâ Ilya is mumbling and shane is nodding and heâs slurring out âdonât cum, donât cum inside remember, you canâ get me preâ and Ilya is fucking him harder then, Shaneâs words stuttering until he cums, back bowed and all over his stomach and chest and heâs so fucking tight round Ilya and Ilya is so fucking close. So close. He needs to cum- but he needs to cum inside Shane.
Heâs never once had an issue with pulling out, happy to cover tits or face or ass in his cum instead, but Shane is all dazed and shivery and post orgasm gorgeous on his cock and his hands are grabbing soft and open at Ilyaâs back and neck, holding him close and Shane loves being full, Ilya knows this, Ilya loves filling him, he stays inside Shane after sex for as long as he can most times and itâs not right itâs not what he wants, to pull out of the warm secure home of Shaneâs body, where he belongs, where Shane takes him like itâs devotion. Ilya is shivering, his shoulder wracking as he fucks Shane and his pace is slowed and he tries to force his hips to stay on the out stroke. To pull back- but he canât, he canât stop driving in, helpless little fucks of his good because this feels to good, being Shaneâs, connected to him, fucking him open, fitting him on him he canât make himself stop.
Ilya frowns and looks up at Shane and Shane is head back, mouth parted, soft smile as he takes Ilyaâs thrusts, his hand on Ilyaâs cheek now, thumb rubbing and Shane mumbles after a big content sigh âfuck baby I love your cockâ and then Ilya is whining, low and driving into Shane, all the way, sinking his cock so deep it must hurt a bit for Shane, till he has no more space to go and he cums so hard his thigh and lower stomach cramp with it, Shaking as he ruts and pushes up up up into Shane, filling him.
When they both have words again, Shane giggles, fuck drunk and swats at Ilyaâs ass and Ilya is shaking his head and pinching at Shaneâs sides and calling him a cheat! A fucking cheat! He didnât play faiiir and Shane is laughing, open and happy and locks his legs behind Ilyaâs back when he does threaten to pull out and kisses his head and tell him itâs okay he wonât tell alone his pull out game is weak and Ilya pins his hands to the bed to tickle him until Shane is kicking at him and flushed all the way down his chest and Ilya gives in. He slumps onto Shane, biting back his smile. Fuck Shane is so fun and lovely and hot and everything he could have ever wanted. He puts his hand over Shaneâs stomach, spreading his cum out with his fingers, making a mess that Shane will start to bitch about in the next ten or so seconds but Ilya beats him to it, pulls back to look at Shane and ask âwhat will we call the baby?â And then Shane is pushing Ilya out of him, avoiding eye contact and flushing and stumbling on dazed legs to the shower. Ilya catches his smile in the bathroom mirror as Ilya chases after him.
At the cottage- Ilya leaving a massive fucking hickie on the soft skin of the back of Shaneâs neck. He doesnât realise till he pulls back, dizzy and panting and trying to blink his eyes open to check Shane is okay under him, ears still ringing- and sees the purple red welt, angry teeth marks around it and blood blisters patterning the skin.
Itâs all shiny from his saliva. He didnât realise how hard heâd been sucking and biting and mouthing at Shaneâs neck as he fucked them through their second orgasms. Ilya is like oh fuck a little worried he bit too hard and heâs leaning down to brush his mouth mover it in tiny little kisses and Shane shivers and tightens around Ilya so hard Ilya gasps, hand gripping Shaneâs hip. And Shane is all âdonât I canât. I need like a few minutes at leastâ and Ilya is like oh đ my perfect pervert.
Shane finally sees it later in the afternoon, after a nap and shower with the help of the bathroom mirror and a phone. His eyes go dark and hes blushing and Ilya is all âyou like this?â And Shane is shrugging and nodding and heâs leaning into Ilya again like they have a string tugging between their navels. He blows Ilya there in the bathroom, his knees on the tile, wet and worshiping and pulls Ilyaâs hand to the back of his neck. He cums wet and messy against Ilyaâs shin when Ilyaâs fingers press down hard into the bruise while his cock is in the back of Shaneâs throat.
Shane sending Ilya a picture of the bruise faded, but still there dark and the shape of Ilyaâs hungry mouth abs to the, pressed into his skin. With the caption âalmost goneâ the â:(â is implied. The ache of being apart was enough and now the marks would be gone too. Ilya sucks another hickey, dark and small but there, between Shaneâs thighs the next time they see each other, right in the crease between thigh and his ass so Shane doesnât have to worry about anyone seeing it, but he can have it, the ache of Ilya with him. It helps both of them to know itâs there.
thinking about shane and ilya at some nhl alumni event years in the futureâŚ.their relationship is old news and literally no one bats an eyelash at them anymore plus theyâre staying in some penthouse suite where nobody can hear them but anyway ilya is fucking shane through the mattress and covers his mouth with one hand like âshush hollander youâre going to get us caughtâ and shane comes so hard he blacks out
re-centre Shane rimming Ilya right now please. refocus on Ilya getting so lost in Shaneâs long, thick tongue inside him he canât help but buck his hips and fuck Shaneâs face and white-knuckle-grip the sheets and whimper a little. yay <3
Shane putting his hand on Ilyaâs throat, tell me more
âYou good, Rozanov?â Shane asks, a cocky smirk resting on his lips and his brown eyes hazy with lust.
Heâs looking down at Ilya who is on the couch, with Shane straddling his lap and the tip of his cock being clenched by Shaneâs tight hole. He is dizzy with Shaneâs strength, how he holds himself just above Ilyaâs cock and rocks so slightly to swallow the head but never fully taking the whole thing. How his abs clench with the slow and control the rock of his hips.
A big calloused hand reaches up and lands on Ilyaâs throat, wrapping firm across it just enough to feel a little struggle from his Adamâs apple as he gulps.
âI saidâare you good, Ilya?â Shane repeats, using his grip on Ilyaâs neck to push his chin up make eye contact with him fully. Ilyaâs head drops onto the back of the couch and he nods small and fast, his hair scratching at the material.
âYe-yeah, yes, good.â He gets out. He sounds drunk almost. Drunk on the strength of Shane, on the control he has.
He has Ilya at his mercy right now. He could ask him to do anything and he would without a thought.
Shane takes that dazed drunk look of Ilya in, eyes bouncing across his tacky sweaty skin, and he licks a tongue over his bottom lip before drop his hips down in a deep roll that has Ilya bottoming out as Shane pushes a little firmer on his throat.
âFuckinââ Ilyaâs eyes roll back in his head and his hands grasp for dear life on Shaneâs hips.
Shane does an airy chuckle as he grinds back and forth in Ilyaâs lap.
He loosens his grip on Ilyaâs neck, but doesnât remove his hand, just rubs his calloused thumb back and forth soothingly as he torments Ilya with his hips.
It's the most wonderful time of the week (#shosunday hosted by @hutsonwoolyums )
I'm imagining married Ilya waking up before Shane at the cottage. They didn't shut the blinds the night before and the golden midmorning sun is streaming onto Ilya's face, lighting up his eyelids in a warm red before he squints awake. He spends a solid ten minutes just staring at Shane's face resting on his chest, turned away from the sun.
Ilya's not usually the first one awake, and it's even rarer that Shane doesn't wake up less than a minute after. But Ilya knows Shane doesn't like to start the day too late, so he takes the opportunity to wake Shane in his favourite way.
Careful not to wake him, he gently rolls Shane onto his back as he hums softly in his sleep. He pulls back the covers and slides his way down the bed. Shane is slightly hard more mornings than not and today is no exception. Ilya is half tempted to start by mouthing him through his boxers, but he wants Shane to wake up to the best part, so he slides the garment off and takes Shane onto his tongue.
Shane hums again, something soft and thoughtless, and Ilya waits for him to settle again before ducking his head further forward. He takes him in bit by bit, starting with delicate little laps at his slit, indulging himself fully and swirling his tongue every which way before swallowing deeper. With every few inches he takes in, Shane's breathing comes out a little harder, a little louder, every so often letting out a little whimper high in his throat, behind his nose, as he kneads the sheets with little twists of his fingers. Ilya loves all of Shane's noises - loud and passionate, fucked out and slow, frantic and overstimulated, sometimes low and demanding. But there's something about these rare little sounds from his dreams that scratch an itch in Ilya's brain, something about the intensity of feeling packed into such a quiet noise.
Ilya presses his nose into Shane's stomach once he's swallowed him down completely and groans in satisfaction. Above him, Shane moans from deep in his throat as the vibrations pass through him. Ilya can feel his breaths quicken from where his face is flush with his belly.
He's heard it said before, probably from some of Shane's numerous athlete biographies, that the way you start your morning sets the context for your whole day. Ilya would start every single morning like this for the rest of his life if he could, beginning his day with Shane's taste on his tongue and moans in his ears and strong thighs bracketing his face, flexing just slightly under Ilya's ministrations.
And he knows Shane loves to start the day like this too, with Ilya beginning to set a rhythm along his length and hollow his cheeks just how he knows Shane likes.
"Mnh- 'lya-?"
Ah, there he is.
Ilya tips his head back just enough to meet Shane's eyes. And what a fucking sight he is in the mornings - his dark, sleep-hazed eyes, half-lidded but so deep; his full lips, parted lazily and sticking slightly at the corners; his dark hair flying out in every direction and catching the morning sun like the haphazard leaves of a tree. Ilya can't help but be overcome by just how fucking beautiful he is. How lucky he is that Shane lets him have him in this way.
It's almost enough to make his rhythm falter. Almost.
Instead, Ilya crinkles his eyes in his best approximation of a grin and a wink as he squeezes Shane's thigh with one hand and slides his other up to his stomach. Looking back down, he pushes his efforts, less careful now that Shane is awake.
"Uh- oh, fuck, Ilya- mh, god, don't stop, shit."
Another benefit of this rare morning treat - hearing Shane beg in his rough morning voice. The sound sends a little thrill right down Ilya's spine and into his dick as he groans again and pushes a little into the mattress.
Ilya picks up his speed as Shane fumbles a clumsy hand down to thread loosely and aimlessly through his curls. He can feel from his hand on Shane's belly how his abs begin to quiver with his coming release, can hear the building shakiness of his breath.
"Mm, fuck, Ilya... ngh- Ilya, fuck, oh my god-!"
Ilya finishes Shane off with a targeted brush of his tongue and a hollowing of his cheeks as Shane's thighs tighten around his ears. For a moment, he's enclosed in a beautiful, quiet world where nothing exists but his husband pressing in insistently from all sides - around Ilya's face, his scalp, his tongue, down his throat, breathless but full of his scent. The perfect little bubble falls away as the last shocks subside, and Ilya lets Shane slip from his mouth, licking one last stripe upwards as he falls out.
When he looks up, Shane is facing the ceiling, arms out by his sides. Ilya perches his chin in one hand and traces his fingers idly through Shane's pubes with the other. His feet kick lazily back and forth behind him. When Shane collects himself enough to push up onto his elbows and look back at Ilya, his face is flushed beautifully, his summer freckles displayed in high contrast, and a clumsy smile is tilted over his lips.
Ilya lets a smile grow over his own face, something that sprouts from deep behind his ribs and winds its way upwards. With one last kiss to Shane's knee he examines his stunning husband in the morning light and simply says, "Good morning, lyubimyy."
I think Shane gets off on Ilya telling him that he's being a little freak. He gets so fucking horny when Ilya understands what he wants, when he tells him that his fantasies are dirty and Shane is being a horny little freak. He loves getting bent over their kitchen table, loves the way Ilya just pushes down his pants and underwear, slapping Shane's ass. "Ilya, Hayden and Jackie are supposed to arrive in half an hour." "I guess we have to hurry then," Ilya says, his chest pressed to Shane's back. Shane tries to push himself up from the table, but Ilya just grabs one of Shane's wrists to trap it between their bodies. "Don't you dare move. Otherwise, I won't let you come until they arrive. I bet Hayden could learn a thing or two." "Shut up, Ilya." "Don't act like you don't like the idea of me showing you off. You're so wet just thinking about it. You're my fuck bunny and you let me fuck you whenever I want to." And Shane would shake his head because that's what he always does, but Ilya knows him, knows what Shane wants. Knows that Shane loves to feel like he is doing something forbidden and dirty. Loves that Ilya understands him, that they just get each other like that
there is something that makes me incredibly feral about a hollanova tied up version. jane's arms tied to the headboard. she has a tail plug filling her up and a wand tied to her thigh so it's hitting all the right places. lilya is currently sitting on her chest, letting jane suck her strap. "yeah, that's right. make it wet for me, bunny." and jane just moans around the strap, loving the way she's being filled just right
#yes and#he should be tied up#arms to the headboard#because#âhollander i know you wonât be able to stop yourself from trying to grab it it#âbut you let me be in control da?â#and Shane is all nod nod nod yeah Ilya okay#all big heavy eyelids as Ilya ties him up and gets him in the position he wants#and then- then Ilya turns the wand on and oh- oh fuck#and heâs all teary eyed Ilya Ilya Iâm gonna - I canât last big blinking wet eyes#and Ilya is all mmhm exactly sweetheart#so just let go for me? his voice so sweet and cooing and his hand holding Shaneâs face#his thumb rubbing his cheek#âjust let go yeah Shane? show me yeah? show meâ and Shane comes so fast#and Ilya is not pulling the toy off and heâs shivering and heâs like Ilya Ilya all frowny and squirmy#and Ilya is like itâs okay#itâs okay youâre gonna keep taking it for me cause youâre so good youâre so good Shane arenât you? show me show me youâre good#and Shane is nodding nodding nodding like Iâm good Iâm good Ilya Iâm gonna be good#and he cums again#and heâs shaking and it hurts#the stimulation so much he doesnât even go soft not even after cuming twice#and Ilya is praising him like oh sweetheart look look how much you like it#youâre so amazing so good for me giving me so many orgasms huh? look at you staying hard for me like that so fucking good so pretty#and Shane is losing it#big fat tears down his face#gazing up at Ilya like heâs his whole world#blinking his big heavy eyes open to stay fixed on Ilya#whining when Ilya repositions himself- asking Ilya to stay stay close please all frantic and Ilya is#cooing oh baby Iâm right here Iâm right here promise I wonât stop#uuuh anyway
shane role-playing as puck bunny who does have a crush on ilya, but also doesn't want to be just one of those other puck bunnies. he wants to be different, wants to be better, but he's also never done this before. and yet, here he is, currently being pushed againsta wall in the gym (their home gym. the public thing is part of shane's fantasy). "I'm not sure we should do this. we'll get in trouble." but ilya is already pushing down his shorts and boxers, just enough to grope a little and let his fingers circle shane's hole. "I don't care. I want you here. now." and shane let's out a a loud moan as ilya is grinding his hard cock against shane's ass. "anyone could come in," shane tries, biting down on his own fist as ilya is taking shane's dick in his hand. ilya just scolds him, taking shane's hand in his to place it behind his back, "don't you dare. I want everyone to here you. let the people know what a good bunny you are."
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