Figured it was about time to make a new tags page to better reflect my current interests. If you happen to notice something's not on here that used to be on here, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm out of that fandom; I'm just not as active in it/looking at stuff for it anymore.
Fandom Agnostic
gorgeous
nsfw or rated: m or mature or r18 (one day I'll be more consistent with this one...)
the first time shane hears about that numbing throat spray he's scandalized because what the mean you're cheating at blowjobs. those are literally performance enhancing drugs i had to WORK to get my skills and you think you can just spray your throat and get the same result??? Ref bench this guy for the season !!
yes puppyshane but also kittyshane, so sweet and curious rubbing against ilya’s legs while he sits on the couch, purring when Ilya scratches his scalp. He wears a little collar with a bell so Ilya can hear his little kohtik wherever he is though he’s a clingy kitten never too far away from Ilya😌
i know that the damaged tooth theory is mostly debunked but i cant stop thinking about tsavo man-eaters shane and ilya. i go back and forth over which one is the hurt one but either way it's so buzzy to me. like one of them has a career ending injury so the other goes absolutely feral. like slowly killing off whoever was involved in the injury while playing better than ever. anyways mythem
had to cook up Ilya putting a cigarette in shane's asshole
“You know I hate when you do that,” Shane complains as soon as he hears the flick of the lighter. He shifts his foot sideways. Toes hitting against Ilya’s ankle. A weak reprimand.
“It’s after sex cigarette, Hollander,” Ilya grouses, moving his leg away. “Not nuclear bomb.”
“Whatever, asshole. You know you don’t have to smoke it in the fucking bed,” Shane whines. He sounds actually frustrated. Actually mad. Ilya grins around his cigarette. His Shane is so cute all worked up like that.
“You want me to leave?” He asks.
“No,” Shane answers, quickly. Body tense. Barely restrained panic in his voice. Ilya nearly chokes on his inhale. Shane was too easy. He just had him. And he needs him again.
Cigarette between his lips he rolls over. Pins Shane underneath him. Shane looks at him cross-eyed. Red faced. He brings a hand up to Ilya’s forehead and pushes him back.
“Get away from me, asshole,” Shane cries. Pushes against him again. “I don’t want your fucking smoke in my face.”
“No, no, I think you like it,” Ilya teases. Takes a drag. Blows it right at Shane. Shane scrunches his face up. Twitches his nose. Coughs. Wipes at his watery eyes.
“Stop it! I do not!”
“Mmm, you want to try?” He holds out the cigarette. Ash falls onto Shane’s chest making him wince.
“You know I don’t. Stop it! You’re such an asshole,” Shane pushes at him again. Ilya likes to see him like this. Red faced. Flushed chest. Vein in his neck bulging. There wasn’t a prettier sight. He needs him.
He grips under Shane’s knees, cigarette brushing against his skin, and pushes his legs back. Shane yelps but doesn’t resist. He falls back easily. Folds easily. Opens for him so easily. And open he does. His hole soft. Inviting. Gaping from the fucking he just received.
He dives in. Laps his tongue around the supple brown flesh of his puffy rim. Bits at the swollen flesh. Lavishes him. Shane is writhing below him. Hands over his face. Breathy little moans escaping from deep within him. From his fucking core.
Shane’s hole opens easily against his tongue. His insides warm. Soft and velvety against him. He tastes like salt and lube. He tastes irresistible. He stays there between his thighs until he needs to come up for air.
He smirks when he does. Shane’s arm is thrown over his eyes. Cock fully hard against his belly. Pre-come pooling against his skin. Ilya puts the cigarette between his lips. Waits for Shane to uncover his face. Gazes into those big brown eyes. Inhales.
He slithers back down. Back between Shane’s thighs. Back between his cheeks. He blows the smoke against Shane’s sensitive skin.
“Oh, fuck,” Shane gasps. Flexes his glutes. Clenches. Relaxes. His hole widens. Almost accepting the smoke. Inviting it in.
“Ha, see I told you you like it,” Ilya says smugly.
The cigarette dangles between his fingers begging to be smoked. He looks from the cigarette to Shane’s sweet, plush, inviting hole. Back to the cigarette.
“Does your needy hole want to smoke my cigarette?” Ilya asks.
Shane breathes in violently. The sniffle of air into his nose loud. He pushes up against the bed. Eyes wide.
“What?” He asks.
“Does your needy hole want to smoke my cigarette? I think it does. I think it is craving it even,” Ilya tells him. “It opened up so much for my smoke. Gaped for it. It’s greedy for my cigarette. Just like it’s greedy for my cock, yes?”
“What? No! You’re fucking crazy,” Shane protests. But even in the dim light of the room Ilya can see his eyes darken. His dick twitch. Leak.
“Just one hit, please. Your hungry hole is begging for it. Pleading. Hollander, you must give your hole just one hit,” Ilya teases. Begs.
Shane is quiet. He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t protest. His eyes are firmly planted on the burning cigarette between Ilya’s fingers. He licks his lips. That’s as good as a yes for Ilya. He takes one last drag. Blows the smoke against Shane’s hole. He opens for him. For his smoke.
He brings the cigarette to Shane’s hole. Pushes the filter into his gape. And Shane tightens around it. Body tense. Effortful. Closes his hole around the cigarette.
“Fuck, look at you,” Ilya praises. “Such a bad boy. Smoking in bed like this. Tsk tsk. You know this is not good for your health, Hollander.”
Shane moans. Head falling back against his pillow. Fingers clutching into the sheets. Ilya wraps a hand around Shane’s heavy leaking cock. Strokes him steadily. Shane bucks gently into his grasp trying not to disturb the cigarette inserted in his ass.
“I did not know smoking made you so horny,” Ilya taunts. “Will have to do this more often.”
“Not-not again,” Shane manages through moans. Through heavy breathing.
“We will see. I’ve heard smoking is very,” He rubs his thumb over the tip of Shane’s leaking cock. Squeezes his hand around it. Shane tenses. Cries out. Comes down his cock. Down Ilya’s hand. “Addicitve”
Ilya pulls out the cigarette. Shane still coming down from his orgasm. Weightless. Floating. A single plume of thin white smoke escapes from his hole.
A young David Hollander (who is so sexy!!!), had just had his first big promotion, being internally deployed from a mid-class job at Health Canada to a higher-class job at the Treasury Board of Canada as a policy analyst, coming with not only a pay raise but a new cushy office!
To celebrate, his new bosses invite him to a celebratory dinner, and instruct him to bring his family and introduce them.
So, of course, Yuna and David bring their little shanebug. Their prized possession. He gets forcibly stuffed into nice khakis and a button up. He hates it, but what baby/young toddler doesn't hate fancy clothes?
They get there slightly late because Shanebug did not want to get up from snuggle-time and threw quite the tantrum, and David's bosses, who are mostly old men with grand babies, find him just adorable. They're all taking turns holding him and pinching his cheeks, but Shane just wants to return to his father's lap. He doesn't like strangers holding him for more than five minutes. Furthermore, he would not sit in the crappy restaurant high chair. David awkwardly laughs it off, slightly embarrassed that his baby was being so pouty at dinner and held him in his lap.
The food comes, Yuna and David didn't order Shane any because he's a baby. He'll just have a bottle later before bed ☺️ (wishful thinking, really.).
There's the usual boring conversion topics. 'How's your wife?' 'Oh, great, how's your wife?' 'Oh, great. How are your kids?' 'Oh, great. How are your kids?' 'Oh, you know. College. Oldest is getting married in about 5 month.'
But it's around fifteen minutes in when David realizes some of the men keep glancing over, not at him, but at Shane. And that Yuna is holding in giggles?
David looked down to see about half of his salmon filet was... missing? Weird. He looks a bit further down to see his little -well, no- Shanebug with two fistfulls of his salmon and a half-chewed mouthful of it.
"Shane!" David exclaims. "Bug, no. You're not supposed to be eating solids." He gently scolds, trying to remove the salmon from Shane's fists.
Shane squirms and kicks his legs, stuffing another fistful into his mouth.
David's bosses laugh, a rich person laugh. The laugh of men who play golf and drink top shelf whiskey.
"Really? Because it looks like he eats solids." One of them jokes, leading to more laughter. How embarrassing, David thinks.
"Dada... Sa-mom." Shane says, looking up at David with teary eyes and a pout that says, 'but daddy, I'm starving' in no words.
David, embarrassingly, buckles immediately and let's Shane eat over half of his salmon. Shane would've eaten more if Yuna didn't stop him. Afterwards, Shane slept like a rock all night long. And, I mean, a win is a win!
On the day humanity makes first contact, the alien transmission contains only one message: the complete genetic blueprint for a creature that has never existed on Earth — along with a single instruction that reads, "Do not build this. We beg you. This is an example of what is possible."
This time I drew a scene of Kaiba and Jonouchi playing the claw machine. I recently went to the Yu-Gi-Oh! and GiGO collaboration event, and that's how this illustration came about!
Below are some photos I took at the collaboration store.
I'm hoping that once Yaga comes out, people will jump Lance Kingston/Henry Park crackship TT___TT They can be toxic and horrible ~together~, perhaps like Hollanov in your stalker!AU
anon when i tell you that i want henry and lance being evil together so fucking bad.....
it's a personal dream of my mine. i stand with you on this.
and yeah they would def be like my stalker au but also would be 10 times worse cause i think they would be hurting other people on top of being crazy toxic towards each other lol
like lance tracks down henry's victims for him or something and then henry does his thing while lance takes pictures and then they fuck about it
