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pulling out here truther

It’s mid season and Shane’s twisted his ankle badly (like he’s using crutches badly) but he’ll recover before the playoffs so it’s fine. But it’s the first time Shane has the ability to go to one of Ilyas games so the Wags drag him there and make sure he’s wearing Ilyas jersey and a wag jacket because both he and Ilya own one (each).

Ilya skates out to warm up and his head snaps out when he hears someone say they can see Shane with the rest of the wags.

Ilya looks at them and freezes almost fainting from how quickly his blood rushes to his dick at the sight. He playes the whole game hard and then as soon as he gets home he has Shane pinned against their door and hurriedly pushes his hand into Shane’s pants to tease his hole only he’s met with something hard.

He pulls away too look at Shane clearly only to see him grin at him slyly.

Shane turns around and bends over bracing on door with one hand as the other pulls his pants down and the pull his cheek to the side showing of the plug sitting there.

Ilya moans loudly before pouncing on Shane and fucking him right there and then.

Round two they make it to the bed and Shane rides him hard his still hurting foot completely disregarded, he’s played through worse before he barely feels it and honestly? He enjoys the pain.

Round three Shane is on his stomach as Ilya fucks him slow and in hurried enjoying the sight of Shane withering on the sheets below him still in the jersey.

my-castles-crumbling

midsummer - hollanov - @creativepromptsforwriting - word count: 256 - slightly NSFW - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

It's warm. The midsummer sun's hot on Ilya's back and it makes him feel lazy in the best way; his head pillowed on Shane's lap as they both relax on the patio of the cottage. His mind is moving in easy waves; thoughts entering and exiting with ease, worries nonexistent.

Then it pops into his head.

He snorts.

"Wha'?" Shane asks sleepily from beneath him, body twitching a little.

"Just thinking," Ilya replies, an easy grin on his face. His hand moves to trace up and down Shane's leg, fingers tripping over the defined muscles there.

"Hm. That's new."

He chuckles. "I was thinking about how you buy whole building for us to fuck in. You were very eager, yes?"

Now Shane moves, turning to face him indignantly, a frown on his face. "I–I did no-"

But Ilya's enjoying this immensely. "Ah, ah, Hollander," he says in a teasing voice, wagging a finger at the other man. "You say we will be honest, hm?"

And Shane deflates a little. "Fuck you."

"Hm. No. I think you buy it for me to fuck you, yes?"

But Shane just frowns and narrows his eyes. "At least I didn't secretly convince a whole company to invite some guy I hardly knew to a photoshoot just to jerk off in front of him in the shower!"

Ilya's mouth pops open, heat jolting downward to his dick. "Hollander!" he says, beaming. "You do pay attention to my flirting!"

And Shane, it seems, can't help but laugh. "Idiot."

Ilya's never smiled wider.

dragon-in-a-fez

never going to be over that time I was trying to explain polyamory to my mum, and she said "I just don't understand how someone could be in love with two people at once" and I gave her my the-cognitive-dissonance-is-causing-me-physical-pain face and she said "what??" and I very quietly said "mother....you had an affair...."

my-castles-crumbling

future - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 310 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

"So, Ruby told me an interesting story today," Hayden said conversationally, chatting with Shane on the phone as Shane prepped his meals for the week.

"Yeah?" he asked distractedly, making sure to measure out exact amounts of dressing on his food scale. "Was it another one about that imaginary friend of hers?"

"No, this one was about you and Ilya getting a divorce."

Shane nearly upended the dressing bottle. "What?"

"Yeah. I mean I'm all for it, but–"

"Hayd, what the fuck? We're not getting a divorce, now or in the future. Why does she think that?" Shane demanded, cutting his best friend off and gesturing to Ilya, who was sitting on a stool by the counter. Ilya shot him a confused look.

"Well apparently, you two got in a huge fight while playing Candyland."

Shane felt himself flush, remembering right away. "Um. Candyland?" Across the room, Ilya's confusion turned into a knowing grin.

"Yeah. Something about 'cheating assholes' and 'sore losers?'" Hayden asked smugly.

He cleared his throat, jaw locking. "Ilya stacked the deck," he muttered, clenching his fist. Because it was fucking true.

"You and your husband, both adults and professional hockey players, got in a fight over a children's game for ages three and up because you think he stacked the deck?" Hayden confirmed, voice trembling with glee.

But Shane was getting heated now. "He made sure all the cards with shortcuts were at the beginning and stacked for his turn! He won in three fucking rounds, Hayden!"

Ilya cackled from a few meters away, joy all over his face. Shane flipped him off with a scowl.

"Yeah, and now Ruby thinks you two're breaking up, and Arthur knows how to say 'fucking asshole' in Russian. Was it worth it?" Hayden responded scathingly.

"Well I ended up winning, so..." he said unabashedly, and Ilya roared with laughter.

connorstorriegifs

Connor Storrie | YSL Spring/Summer 2027 - PFW | 06/23/26

mutinsfromthemoon

an idea for a college au where it’s shane’s freshman year and it’s the first time he’s drunk as hell and he’s trying to enter his room and his keys is not working at all and he’s mumbling and grumbling and trying to open the door and nothing is working and suddenly the door swings open and there’s a man that shane’s has never seen before and he looks mad “what the fuck are you doing in my door” he asks “your door? this is my room” shane’s says “no, this is my room” “no, it’s my room” shane’s replies slurring the words and then they go back and forth. the guys notice he’s drunk and kinda accepts he’s not going anywhere with this conversation so he just pulls shane inside, takes his shoes and jeans and put shane to sleep with him in his bed. next morning shane’s wakes up with the worst headache he ever felt in his entire life an arm draped across his stomach and panics looking at his side and seeing a literal angel laying besides him. he bolts from the bed finds his clothes and everything else and leaves the room. later he realizes he’s in a different floor. after that he just tries do pretend that this never happened. next class he gets there early, like always, and who shows up and sit right next to him? the guy from the other day “not very nice of you to ditch me like that after i took such good care of you, yes?” and shane’s face is bright red from embarrassment and mumble an apology but he wants nothing to do with the guy anymore but now he has an assignment with him and now they have to spend weeks together and there’s no way to run anymore. he’s stuck with ilya rozanov who seems to be enjoying every single minute of shane’s despair

connorstorriegifs

Connor Storrie | YSL Spring/Summer 2027 - Paris | 06/23/26

power-handmaiden

when I was in high school I had a literature teacher who had a policy of unlimited extra credit. All you had to do was read a book by a notable author (his discretion) and have a little chat with him after school to prove that you read it. No limits, no need for variety (one month I decided I really loved Kurt Vonnegut and just read everything of his I could get my hands on).

Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.

I was thinking about it again today, and only just now realized that he absolutely tricked me into being well-read, while my teenage self thought I was totally getting away with something. THAT MOTHERFUCKER. I hope he's doing well.

shamebats

Has the trans community not suffered enough

vhen-harel

virginshane

imagine ilya’s delight and shock seeing how much shane loves taking cock. watching him discover that. man was astonished

virginshane

and sweetie shaney had no idea he would love it so much ”holy shit, rozy” he was so shocked!!!!!

sabotage-on-mercury

little things ilya and shane would enjoy doing that feel insanely intimate to them and gives them heart palpitations:

• Shane playing with the curls at the nape of Ilya's neck when he lays his strong arm around Ilya. Also Shane absentmindedly brushing hair out of Ilya's face

• laying in the bed at night, facing each other, telling each other stories before they fall asleep and often they giggle just like at sleepover parties they never really had

• discovering a new TV show they love and watch it religiously together and share the euphoria of hyping each other up and exchanging wild theories (my vote is on them watching Money Heist)

• they are firmly team wired headphone, so they can share a pair when they sit next to each other in am airplane and listen to a playlist they curate together

• Ilya lightly scratching Shane's thigh in easy circles, enjoying the sensation of strong muscles under soft hair, and more than often Ilya draws the letters of Я тебя люблю on Shane's skin

• Shane taking Ilya's hand and leading him through a crowd

• Ilya adjusting Shane's cap (a backward cap obviously)

• Shane tying a scarf around Ilya's neck in the cold canadian winter

• Ilya sweeping a crumb or a blotch away from Shane's lips (and licking his thumb clean afterwards)

• Ilya resting his hand on the small of Shane's tuxedo clothed back during galas or other formal events that stress Shane out

• Ilya picking out clothes for Shane to wear the next morning (he says it's because he has better style but actually he picks the normal athletic things Shane feels most comfortable in)

• Shane bringing home the most random little things that remind him of Ilya, from flowers to a new type of hot sauce

• bitching about golf and other boring sports together <3 they love being haters together and noone gets them like they get each other

• in a restaurant feeding each other a bite to taste what the other has ordered

ballroomnotoriety

im sobbing

mina-logan

Ilya flopped onto his back, shaking with laughter. He mopped at his forehead with the damp shirt he was holding.

“I almost let you win.”

“Liar.”

“The view was not bad. From behind. Almost worth staying there.”

Shane didn’t know how his boyfriend was able to speak in full sentences. “Shut up.”

“I like those little shorts.”

-TLG chap 1 pg.8

firstprinced

(i love ilya's wordless communication here)

hutsonwoolyums

can we talk about edging more. both of them

I mean yes, always, anon.

I think they both love it, but it looks different for each of them. I think Shane loves wrestling for control over his own body and proving to himself and to Ilya that he can handle whatever Ilya wants. The more difficult it is, the more he loves it, even if sometimes it reaches a point where he's cringing and rolling away and begging. Most of the time, he's past the point of knowing what he's begging for, whether it's for Ilya to keep going or to stop touching him entirely, or if he wants to come this time or be edged again, but it doesn't matter because he trusts Ilya completely to know what he really needs.

And then, of course, sexually confident Shane who knows Ilya's body as well as his own is a very dangerous combination for Ilya. I think it reaches a point where Shane will be riding Ilya, and he just feels so good he doesn't want it to end. He's not even thinking about edging Ilya on purpose, but he can tell when Ilya's close, so he'll slow down or switch it up to make it last longer, even though Ilya's sweating and cursing and just totally losing it. When Ilya gets really desperate, he has to grab the base of his cock to hold off because Shane's begging him please don't come yet, not yet Ilya just a little more please.

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