em0grrrl

everything I never had and more @mikeisagrrrl on threads

[aaliyahsparrow]

"Chokehold", Hudson Williams [from Heated Rivalry] for BVLGARI #GoldAndSteel Collection

May, 2026

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[em0grrrl]

other players chirping and making fun of Ilya Rozanov on the ice but he just retorts even more out of pocket shit back

“Oh fuck you Rozanov.”

“You’re free after game?”

•

“Suck my dick 81.”

“Okay but I gag :/“

•

“Little fucking bitch.”

*gasps and peeks behind him*

“Oh my god is my thong showing?!”

•

“Maybe you’d get more goals if you spent less time on your knees.”

“If you wish to 69 just ask.”

[em0grrrl]

warning nsfw hollanov:

Ilya standing in front of Shane at the edge of the bed, Shane looking up at him through his lashes. He wasn’t trying to be cute, Ilya didn’t think Shane had ever in his life tried to be cute. But he was adorable. Brown eyes so warm and wanting, freckled cheeks and his lips - pouty, perfectly plump and wet. He couldn’t stop licking his lips as he watched Ilya.

Ilya was still dressed, in contrast to the naked body in front of him. He had undone his fly and pulled his pants down just enough to to pull out his cock and stroke it slowly, close enough to Shane’s mouth for him to spit on it but far enough he couldn’t take him into his mouth.

He was not allowed to touch tonight.

Ilya wanted to tease him, play with him. Well, Shane had wanted him to. He might not have asked directly, but Ilya had come to understand his desires and how to read what Shane couldn’t say.

“I like when you are in control, and I have to listen to you…”

“You want me to tell you what to do?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want me to be nice to you?”

“…No…”

And so, Shane was completely nude, hands under his thighs, sitting on the edge of the bed watching Ilya playfully lift his shirt up, exposing his abs and the sculpted divot leading from his waist to his cock. Shane felt like drooling, watching him stroke himself slowly, dragging his finger over the head of his length and coating it with the spit he had donated earlier. He wanted it in his mouth, he wanted to taste him. He wanted to be full of him.

Ilya paused his stroking to remove his shirt and pants, and grabbed himself again, this time pressing the tip of his penis onto Shane’s lips. So perfect and soft, so inviting.

“Keep your mouth closed.”

Shane nodded, kissing gently but not devouring the way he wanted. He looked up at Ilya with so much adoration he felt sick. Ilya was beautiful, his cock was beautiful, the salty taste was so familiar and it drove Shane crazy that this was all his. That he could suck this dick. Get fucked by this man. He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back a little, dizzy at the thought of everything he wanted Ilya to do to him, and his tongue slipped out between his lips,

just one lick.

Ilya hissed and pulled back. Used his free hand to grab Shane’s jaw and squeeze tight so his lips were scrunched up and so, so adorable. So -

“Greedy.” Ilya tried his best to bite his cheek and keep a stern face. Shane was supposed to be listening.

“I’m going to give you what you want. You just have to be good and listen. Ok?”

Shane’s eyes were welling up now, a little embarrassed but so turned on, his own dick twitching as he nodded in agreement.

“Ah?”

“Yes. Okay. I will listen.”

“Good. Lie back. And keep your hands under you.”

Ilya freed his hand from Shane’s jaw and allowed him to scooch back on the bed, tucking his hands obediently beneath his back. Fully exposed.

“So pretty for me.”

Ilya grabbed Shane’s legs and pushed them up to his chest. Sank to his knees and licked a long stripe against Shane’s hole, pleased with the pulsation against his tongue.

“So sweet.”

Shane bit his lip in an effort to mute the moan escaping his throat.

Ilya ran his hands down Shane’s thighs, massaging and squeezing the muscle as he playfully pressed his tongue in and out. When Shane’s stomach began to shudder from anticipation, and the fabric on the bed was being pulled enough to scrunch up underneath him, Ilya finally swirled his tongue around Shane’s entrance, kissing and sucking and prodding in and -

Shane’s hand flew to Ilya’s hair and grabbed hard. He couldn’t help himself.

Ilya shot his hand up to Shane’s wrist, which fell limp immediately in the realization of his mistake.

He pulled his mouth off and looked at Shane, tutting his teeth.

“Not supposed to touch.”

Shane squirmed under his gaze.

“Mmm’I know…I’m sorry.”

He was beginning to pant in anxiety. Ilya stood, hand still gripping Shane’s wrist, and kneeled into the bed, knees touching the outside of Shane’s hips. His cock was just grazing Shane’s own, joining a string of precum between them. Shane twitched against him, tried to pull his hand back, but Ilya held firm.

He leaned down, bringing his mouth to Shane’s, and licked long and slow from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

“You didn’t listen.”

He shifted his hips back a little, guiding his cock to line up with Shane’s hole.

“Mmmsorry…”

Shane’s eyes were pinched closed, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

Ilya pressed in, ever so lightly.

“You think you even deserve my cock?”

Shane shook his head no.

“No. You don’t. You’re lucky you are so pretty. I want to fuck you anyways. Even if you are a greedy little brat. That’s what you are right?”

Ilya tugged rough at Shane’s earlobe, licked the skin under it and sank his teeth in.

Shane’s whimper sounded like he was about to cry. His dick was twitching so much against Ilya’s stomach, making a leaky mess.

“Tell me.”

Ilya pushed in more, felt Shane trying to relax around the head of his cock.

“Tell me how much of a bad boy you are.”

Shane uttered a shaky breath,

“I’m so - so bad.”

“Not good enough.”

Ilya pulled away, hovering just outside of Shane.

“Fuck. I’m such a bad boy. Please Ilya.”

Pleased, Ilya laid a quick peck on Shane’s temple,

“Ok.”

He raised Shane’s arm above his head, and took his other arm from beneath him to meet it, pinning them into the mattress.

Shane was staring into Ilya’s eyes, and he held his stare the entire time that Ilya eased into him. Even as his jaw fell slack and the breath in his throat hitched, he looked right at Ilya.

“Fuck Shane.”

Ilya was all the way inside of him, dick encompassed by the tight hot muscle squeezing and clenching. They had done some foreplay with a plug beforehand, so he was just able to slide in, but he could feel it was a stretch for Shane.

“So fucking tight.”

He began to move his hips in and out.

“So fucking good for my dick.”

Shane’s legs wrapped around Ilya, digging his heels into his back, keep him close so his own cock could rub against Ilya’s skin. He was melting into a blubbering mess of whines and quick breaths, wrists flexing under Ilya’s grip.

“Fuck Shane. Fuck.”

Ilya moved his lips to Shane’s, dragging him into a sloppy kiss of lips, spit, teeth, and tongue. Tasting everything he could, stealing the moans and whimpers from Shane for himself. They were ricocheting around his head, travelling down his throat into the pit of his stomach.

Shane kissed back with an equal voracity, trying to claim any touch from Ilya he could. He wanted so badly to grab his curls, scratch his back, knead or maybe even smack his ass, but he was pinned, at the mercy of the man inside of him.

Their kissing became simply breathing into each others mouths, quick pants and grunts that accelerated once Ilya found Shane’s prostate and began ramming into it. Shane’s legs were shaking, sweat forming on his forehead, so close. Ilya just knew.

“Come for me. You wanted to be greedy? Take it. Come on my dick - now.

Ilya kissed Shane again, humming as he pounded his hips into Shane, emboldened by the squeeze enveloping his entire body, and pulled back just in time to watch Shane cry out and scrunch his brows together as he came on his stomach.

He let go of his hands, and leaned into his elbows on either side of Shane’s head, keeping his rhythm and driving into Shane in search of his own climax.

Tears were sliding down Shane’s cheeks as he moved his hands into Ilya’s hair, resting them in the soft curls he had been dying to touch all night.

And that did it for Ilya. Being held, being needed, being touched so tenderly by sweet, desperate Shane, Ilya shook as he pumped his orgasm into Shane and collapsed on to him.

They stayed silent for a few beats, just moving with each others breaths.

“You ok?”

Shane’s voice was quiet, cooing as his fingered Ilya’s curls.

“Mmmm.”

Ilya took a deep inhale of the fresh musk of Shane’s neck.

“You don’t listen.”

Shane chuckled and lifted Ilya’s Chin to face him with one hand.

“Sorry,” He said with a huge cocky grin. “Next time you’ll have to tie me up better.”

Brat.

“Yes. I think so…”

[mina-logan]

Jock Shane my pookie 💙 ⭐️

[argillaforma]

I love silly and maybe a little awkward sex hollanov i love ilya talking a big game and then coming in two thrusts because shane is tight and they haven’t seen each other in weeks and shane giggling saying well you better be ready for round two i love shane saying just give me a fucking second when ilya enters him because it’s a lot and the angle is weird so he has to wiggle around like a worm i love both of them having a laughing fit because the bed squeaks like crazy and they can’t take it seriously i love ilya throwing everything off the bed because they can’t find the lube that was just there two seconds ago

[em0grrrl]

Shane jokes that he could take Ilya in a fight and Ilya is determined to prove him wrong but also wants Shane to dominate him so they set up a ring in their home gym and start sparring but they keep pinning each other down and they're both hard so now they’re fighting to see who can suck the other off first

[lavenderprose]

I've been thinking about it and yeah I think Ilya wakes Shane up on his birthday by sitting on top of him and then waiting for Shane to wake up slowly, soft and curious and then Ilya hums happy birthday as he goes down Shane's body and maybe sucks his dick a bit but the main event, the pièce de résistance really is the part where Ilya eats him out until he's completely boneless, just rag doll limp and moaning softly with his knees around his ears, compressed into a shape that is just so right and Ilya is doing that thing where he massages the arch of Shane's foot with his thumb while he fucks him with his tongue and the bliss of it--it's like nothing exists but the floating life raft of their bed on this gently flowing ocean of desire and sex and love.

Then after he comes and Ilya is kissing his way up his side, over his hip and ribs and through his armpit hair and finally to his neck, Ilya says, "Maybe is unfair that it's your birthday but I get to eat cake," and Shane groans from his very toes and tries to push Ilya off the bed and then they WRESTLE while Ilya's dick is still hard and there is cum on one of Ilya's cowlicks. They're married and they're best friends and it's Shane's birthday and they're gonna win the Stanley Cup next month.

[dontcallmeanythingplz]

I need there to be a neurodivergent kid at the hockey camp and he doesn't interact with the other kids and eats snacks by himself and stares at the ground and it's also really important that he's super good at hockey and the most important part of all of this is that the only coach that connects with him is Shane.

(I use run on sentences when I'm excited)

The kid connects with Shane because he's the only coach not treating him like a child and acting silly. Shane just levels with him and fixes his technique without the fluff. They also just go on and on about historical hockey figures and statistics. Everyone else tunes them out during snack time because Shane and the kid won't shut up about some hockey player from 1963. Then on the last day when the kid's mom picks him up, she cries because her son doesn't wanna leave coach Hollander and he hugs Shane and it's too much for her because her son has always struggled socially and hockey has always been his outlet.

And it's important to me that Ilya is besotted by all of this and that Shane tears up when Ilya tells him what the mother said.

[piwonplaylist]

thinking about them

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya texts this to Shane captioned: “can we do this later?”

Shane just sends back: “ok. after dinner”

[kobrafangs]

let’s go centaurs!

[em0grrrl]

happy 35th birthday, cap

~

born May 10, 1991

[em0grrrl]

it’s so funny that HRtwt did a mass migration to tHReads once Hudson became active and now tHReads is making a mass migration to tumblr because Hudson is active

[em0grrrl]

the door closed and Shane was alone. he could hear Ilya's footsteps trailing further and further away. he could feel the cold on his lips where the kiss from the other man was no longer.

the apartment was so quiet that it became loud. echoes of their laughter, their smiles, their moans, filled his head like cotton. he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. exhaled through his nose. found his footing. moved to the bedroom.

the air was still stuck thick with the musk of two grown men. a scent that Shane was addicted to, whether he would admit it willingly or not. the sheets were still a mess, but tucked between the pillows, was something. something soft. something as warm as Ilya had always looked, in the contrast of the cool tones of Shane's room.

———

Jane: who's this? [picture]

Lily: ah. you found my friend. please take care of him.

Jane: are you serious?

Lily: yes Hollander. keep him safe for me, he likes to cuddle:)

Jane: so ridiculous 🙄

I: 😘

but before Ilya had even said anything, Shane was already tucked up against the headboard, new friend between his chest and bicep, smiling cheesily at his phone.

friend in question:

[actuallysara]

"I might get a concussion. How many real life ones you've had? Six."

[em0grrrl]

NSFW Hollanov ~

Ilya cooing into Shane's ear how good he feels while he holds him by the neck with his chest pressed into his back, other hand squeezing Shane's shaft, hips rolling in and out slowly, agonizingly slow for Shane who is just panting though blurry vision.

"So fucking good for me sweetheart.”

Shane’s arms trembling past any use and his weight falling into Ilya’s grip on his neck, encouraging a deeper thrust while Ilya adjusts to help keep them together.

“I like it slow like this. Feel you all around me.”

Shane can barely utter a whimper through the hot stretch and pull. Can barely nod his head, Yes I love it too. But Ilya doesn’t need to hear him say it. He knows Shane’s each and every cue now.

Ilya pulls his hips back, leaving just the head of his cock tucked into Shane.

“I think I want,”

He pushes in an inch.

“To fuck you slow,”

Another inch.

“Like this,”

Shane can’t gasp any further at the stimulation.

“All night.”

He’s halfway now.

“You want this? Mhm?”

If Shane could gather up a voice he would be begging Ilya for more, but he can’t even keep his eyes open for longer than a second, nevermind speak. All he can do is push back a bit, bring Ilya deeper inside of him, let him know he wants it.

And Ilya gives it to him. A deep, hard, thrust, punctuated with a pause to let Shane feel how full he is. Ilya pulls at the lobe of his ear with his teeth and grunts as he keeps moving to his torturous rhythm.

[em0grrrl]

!NSFW Hollanov:

Ilya forcing Shane to beg for every stroke

every time he pulls out Shane whispers “Please.”

and when he pushes in he has to say “Thank you.”

the rhythm of every thrust dictated by how fast Shane can whimper out the words

“Please, thank you, please, please ah- thank you, please, thank you…”

until he becomes so burbling and indecipherable that he clutches desperately onto Ilya’s ass to drive him into him

Ilya looks down at his tear stained cheeks and bite swollen lip with content, kissing him as he kicks off the pace to reward his earnest attempt at being a “Good Boy.”

~