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I can't believe I've had my own url spelled wrong this whole time you probably see me in your likes as @doingalrightbutimstillon

[livythewidow]

I just think if Ilya is confident about anything, it's his body. That includes his hairy nips and trail.

And not that he'd change anything for a guy he sleeps with a few times a year ....

But he cares, in some roaming way his brain won't let his mind settle right on top of, about what Hollander thinks.

Why?

Because no thank you to that question, that's why.

And Hollander keeps everything above the waist smooth, and does he want Ilya to be smooth too?

And the sex is SO GOOD, so he's genuinely not thinking about this with the front of his head.

But it lingers at the base of his skull, pricking at the back of his jaw, lodging itself like a sesame seed fixed between his back teeth.

And the sex is still GOOD and more and more often they're letting themselves stick around after.

And then,

in the after glow,

Ilya taking big breaths just to watch Shane's head on his abdomen rise and fall:

"It tickles," Shane giggles coyly.

"Doyoulikeit?" tumbles out of Ilya before he can scoop up the words and stuff them back into his traitorous mouth.

And Shane answers with a pointed lick up his happy trail, keeping eye contact. He plants a small kiss on Ilya's belly button.

Ilya smirks down at Shane, face giving away nothing, running his fingers greedily through Shane's hair.

But the seed dislodges.

[radialarch]

been consumed for the past two days about "that's french, ilya" / "yes, i know, shane" like ilya is SO fond of him. he's emotionally wrung out & exhausted & the wet mumbly way he says it like he just can't fucking help himself, the affection pulled out of him completely raw and honest.

[pineapplecrushface]

he wouldn't admit it to shane until they'd been married like three years, but the first time they fucked was the best night of ilya's life. maybe excluding their wedding, or winning the Cup with shane. maybe. he felt like an actual god that night. didn't even matter that boston lost – he finally got to fuck shane hollander after literal years of chasing him. he could never stop thinking about:

how hollander curled all around him and pulled his hair just a little while they were kissing and it made his entire body tingle like nobody else had ever done or would ever do.

how he got hollander to make those insane breathless whimpery noises when he ate him out, all shocked and trying not to and then giving into it.

that hollander really, really liked getting fucked. in the back of his mind ilya had worried that maybe hollander was like him and the idea of being fucked was better than the reality, or maybe it would only feel okay. but no, hollander absolutely melted even when ilya was just fingering him and it was a revelation for both of them. it was so easy to make him feel good.

that hollander REALLY liked getting fucked. the way he pushed back for more and pressed his face into the pillows and moaned loud and shaky and clenched his fingers in the sheets and actually – actually! – came without either of them even touching him, that was the cherry on top of the most perfect cake. ilya did that to him. ilya did that for him.

and it wasn't just that ilya made him feel good, although obviously ilya was a guy who got off on making his partners feel amazing. it was that it was hollander: uptight, always annoyed at him, his perfectly perfect rival who was so strong and dominating and fun to play against on the ice and so desperate to submit to him in the bedroom. absolutely fucking perfect for ilya. he would look at hollander's stern, serious face on television or across from him during a faceoff and think nobody else knows what you like. nobody else knows how you get shy and overwhelmed and want to be told what to do so badly. i'm the only one who knows what you look like when you're being fucked so well and you can't get enough of it, it feels so good. and you can only get that from me.

for a while afterward he only felt – he thought he only felt – triumph. the desire to submit to someone he didn't even like, the fact that ilya fucked him until he was begging and whining and he loved it, had to be more than a little humiliating for hollander. but the more he thought about it, which was all the time, the more he remembered how unbearably sweet and soft hollander had been, how good it felt, how much he wanted to take care of hollander afterward. how he had wanted to stay and kiss him to sleep and listen to him make those happy little buzzing hums ilya only heard him make right after he came.

nothing else ever really touched that feeling, not even winning the Cup that year. when he thought about the 2013-2014 season he thought about that night with hollander first and then the Cup. terrifying. he could never, ever tell anyone.

(until one night several years married when shane abruptly says "do you ever think about our first time together?" and ilya says "no, hollander, i have forgotten. when was that?" and instead of throwing a pillow at him shane looks troubled and says "yeah, i guess it probably didn't mean as much to you as it did to me," and ilya has to correct him so shane knows exactly, exactly where it ranks in ilya's personal list of best days ever.)

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

shane lightly and wordlessly headbutting his forehead against ilya’s mouth to get a forehead kiss blaze post

[bitchass97]

Okay yes we laugh and joke about Ilya never winning an argument in that marriage, but we have proof IN THE SHOW that Shane will not stay mad at him for ANYTHING.

Shane got ghosted for 6 months and after yelling at him for 20 seconds folded under NO PRESSURE and was giggling and cheesing when Ilya came near him. STAND UP

[shanehollandered]

[isolabellz]

lock screens

[gaynehollander]

Sometimes it annoys Ilya - the public's perception of him - the way he's portrayed as this rash person who somehow stumbled into glory based on talent that is simply incidental. As though he didn't have to work for it. As though his big mouth is a character flaw and not a valid and targeted strategy of goading other teams into a penalty. As though his womanising means he's not a serious person. As though he's out getting trashed each night rather than having a few drinks to stimulate team bonding before heading to bed, rarely even breaking curfew these days. Sometimes he hates it.

He knows some of it is earned. That he certainly did nothing to discourage this reputation during his first few years in the States. That his posturing to the media was portrayed as disregard rather than something that covered up his initial insecurity of having to do media in his second language. He knows he leaned into it. Still does, in some ways. It's just that it feels like no one is looking very hard; certainly not looking beyond what they expect to find. And that can be frustrating.

But there are moments where he hates it less. Like when he shows up at Hollander's place and can see he's fuming, after Ilya scored on the power play, and says, "I can't believe Comeau took that fucking bait." He's not angry at Ilya. He's angry at his teammate for not having seen through Ilya's play; for having let him get away with it and walk away with the victory. Moments where he feels seen through the haze of the media's portrayal of him. And maybe those moments feel more special because of how most people don't look hard enough to see it; maybe, if only for a moment, the fact that Hollander is paying attention feels like it might mean something.

[mina-logan]

“Shane, how does it feel to be back on Montreal ice?”

[bees-reads]

After Shane and Ilya get married Ilya is so happy to finally change his pfp to be one of him and Shane. To piss Ilya off Hayden also changes his pfp to him and Shane. Cue different NHL players slowly changing their pfp to photos of them and Shane. It basically becomes and unspoken trend that when you enter the NHL you need to get a photo with Shane Hollander to change your pfp as a right of passage.

[elnotwoods]

shane cockwarming ilya this, shane cockwarming ilya that… this fandom tends to forget that ilya is a throat goat and freaking loves to suck a dick, he swallows cause he “does not mind” (i.e. moans harder when shane cums down his throat than shane himself.. you know - the person cumming)

add to it that ilya loves resting his head in peoples laps, getting his hair played with.. and has an oral fixation

so what i am saying is that ilya loves, loves, LOVES! cockwarming shane - sometimes they just chill on the couch, watching a renovation show or a movie ilya isn’t particularly interested in so while he rests his head in shane’s lap he simply turns around, tugs shane’s sweats down and puts shane’s cock in his mouth

they stay like that for a long time, ilya gets all floaty and sleepy bc shane’s hand is stroking through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and his cock is in his mouth

when ilya gets antsy again he starts sucking him off and gets him to come quickly, swallowing at the end of course and goes back to cockwarming him if shane wants to continue watching his show

[mutinsfromthemoon]

shane wakes up from a nap and notices that ilya isn’t in the room, which is incredibly weird because since they arrived in spain, ilya seems to think he’s a part of shane’s body. he gets worried and picks up his phone and sees that ilya sent him a message saying “my beloved sweetheart, i’m down at the dance ballroom learning salsa with incredible ladies” and shane snorts and thinks “that seems like a place where ilya would be”. so he goes after his husband and finds him surrounded by old ladies, dancing with one of them, and one of the ladies notices shane at the door and goes “oh young boy, you haven’t lied, you do have a very good looking husband” and ilya follows her gaze and finds shane and opens this wide grin going “mi amor!” and he apologizes to the lady he was dancing with to go to his husband and another lady says “oh if i was younger that boy right there would be my catch” and ilya turns to her with shane in his arms and goes “ah no, shane is useless with women” and shane slaps him and he keeps going “me on the other hand, i’m for incredible women like you all” and the same lady says “if you didn’t spend the whole hour talking about your husband we would’ve believed you” and ilya fake gasps while shane laughs and goes “don’t say that, my husband already has a big ego” and he smiles and turns to shane who was already looking at him and he kisses his husband while the ladies cheer.

[the-witch-of-the-wandering-ways]

College AU Russian studies major Shane Hollander forgets to tell the fuckbuddy he met through his speaking tutor Svetlana Vetrova that he is fluent in Russian and that he understands phrases like "you're so fucking perfect" and "you have ruined me" and "you look like a sexy librarian you perfect slut"

[evilbeehivedemocracy]

Angsty as fuck au where Shane doesn't get drafted because he gets into an accident and gets injured bad enough he can't safely play anymore, and another guy on his team ends up getting drafted to the raiders and him and this guy were friends but their relationship ends up developing and they get together and and eventually get married.

Shane is essentially lumped with the rest of the Raiders WAGs and the team absolutely adores him. They think he's so sweet and they know how talented he is and the only reason he's not in his husband's position is because of his accident.

Ilya especially takes a liking to him. He loves hearing him talk about hockey and how passionate he still is about it despite not being able to play for real. He loves his smile and his bright eyes and his freckles and can't take his eyes off him whenever they're in a room together.

However that's his teammates husband, Ilya night be a fuck boy but he's not about to ruin his friends marriage. However things start to take a turn after the raiders start hanging out with Shane more and it becomes blatantly obvious that his husband is jealous of him.

He makes up for the fact that he knows he's not as good at Shane at his own job by treating Shane kind of awfully when they're with the team. He tries his best to belittle him and make it seem like he doesn't know what he's talking about cause he never got the chance to be a professional player.

It gets to the point he starts excluding Shane from the get-togethers they hold at their house. He'll let Shane do all the planning, clean up their home, make the food for an entire team of athletes, and then tell him to go upstairs and read and only mingle a little because the get-together is more for the actual team.

The raiders, especially Ilya, absolutely notice Shane's absence and ask about it, but Shane's husband only shrugs it off and says Shane hasn't been feeling like socializing. He uses Shane's anxiety as an excuse for this "rude" behavior (none of them think it's rude, just odd)

Until one day he makes the mistake of telling Shane he should leave them alone in front of the entire team. Shane's bringing out food to everyone with help from Cliff (even though his husband tried to insist Shane didn't need any help) and because they hadn't seen him in forever they naturally try to talk to him.

And Shane doesn't have many friends aside from rose so he's excited to be able to talk to people who like what he likes again, and they start conversation, and after maybe 10 minutes of talking max his husband blatantly tells him that he's being needy and is embarrassing him and he should just leave them be.

The entire room is instantly silent, and it's impossible to miss Shane losing any ounce of confidence or joy he had in the moment and watch it all be replaced with humiliation as his cheeks flush and his eyes get a little wet. But regardless of the slight shakiness in his voice, he still says "absolutely, sweetie. Sorry" before puttering off to the bedroom.

Everything that happens after that is a blur to basically everyone. There's yelling, insults, mostly coming from Ilya, a punch might've ended up being thrown somewhere in there, it was a mess. The team essentially ices out the guy after that because they don't want to play with an abusive asshole and he ends up getting traded to another team.

Ilya doesn't see or hear from Shane again for 4 years, until eventually he runs into him completely by chance at a club while he's there with Sveta while she visits from Russia. He notices and recognizes Shane instantly. He looks exactly the same except noticably bigger and more mature.

The more boyish and doe eyed expressions Ilya was so used to with Shane had been replaced with something more sensual and warm. He sees him giggling with a man, looking up at him with those eyes still so soft and loveable. He doesn't hesitate at all before ditching Sveta for the chance to talk to him again.

He goes up and just has to to give the guy a hard stare before the stranger realizes it's not worth it and leaves. Shane's face breaks out into this big smile when he realizes who Ilya was. He hugs him like an old friend, and it's one of the best feelings Ilya's had in a long time.

Ilya buys Shane a drink and they catch up. He learns that Shane and his now ex husband had officially divorced about 3 years ago. Ilya had thought he'd heard something about that in some pop news article but couldn't really bring his self to care about the guy.

Shane was currently single and just taking his time to enjoy it considering he had been married to his ex since he was 20 and hadn't really known adult life without him. So, naturally, he was at a bar, drinking, looking fiendishly sexy, looking for a guy to take home. And Shane seems to have no shame about that at all.

Ilya decides if he doesn't shoot his shot now he may never get the chance to again. He asks Shane if he can be the man he brings home tonight. Shane just smiles at him, but not quite as innocently as before, and takes his hand before dragging him out of the bar. Ilya will apologize to Sveta later.

They get a car as they're both definitely drunk, and they refrain from making out in the back of it as Shane says it would be impolite to the driver. Ilya has no choice but to be a good boy and do as he's told so he just watches Shane the whole ride, a hand possessively placed on his thigh.

Once they get back to Shane's apartment, so much happens. They immediately start making out, both of them dealing with feelings they'd kept pent up for literal years and being more than able to let them out now.

Ilya locates the bedroom and sweeps Shane off the floor before carrying him inside. The sex that ensues is some of the best Ilya's ever had. It's not exactly like Ilya knew what Shane's sexual knowledge was like before but he can guess the practice since his divorce has come in handy.

Shane deep throats him and practically begs for Ilya to fuck his mouth, and how can Ilya say no to giving that wet tongue and those plush lips whatever they ask for. Shane takes it like a champ, doesn't gag once. Afterwards he has spit running messily down his chin and his voice is a little groggy.

Afterwards Shane ends up on top of Ilya, riding him into tomorrow. Ilya is lost in everything about him. His soft thick thighs against his waist, how tight and hot and wet he is, the feeling of Shanes perfect lips against his as he leans down to kiss him, how pretty he looks getting lost in his own pleasure.

It seems like now he's a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. Ilya can't help but flip them over and roll Shane around so he can show Shane that there's no need for him to do all the work. He fucks Shane face down, ass up with a hand fisted in his hair.

He knows he must be doing something right cause the soft drawn out moans that Shane was letting out before have turned into loud needy whines, annunciated with each thrust. This angle gives Ilya as much to desire as the other one with the expanse of Shane's back and soft skin, his perfect little dimples above his butt, freckles smattering his shoulders and beautiful cellulite.

Ilya simply cannot wrap his brain around how any man could have someone this perfect and not treat them like royalty everyday. The thought makes Ilya angry, which makes him fuck Shane a little harder, which is absolutely what Shane always wants.

They end up cumming in close time to each other and just have to lie next to one another, sweaty and out of breath staring at ten ceiling as they both process what they just experienced. And Shane realizes pretty quickly that he's ready to forget being in his single era. It's been long enough he thinks.

[aslongasitsblack]

​a man who has never denied himself anything meets a man who denies himself everything and the hedonist tries to lure the self-abnegator into succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and succeeds but their rendezvous makes accidentally clear that true pleasure is derived from the perilous destructive nature of intimate connection and eventually true actual love and so we come to conclude that in fact the hedonist is the one who has never allowed himself anything true while the self-abnegator has never strayed from the path of his want and then they put them on ice skates and gave them sticks

[clytemnestraaa]

more diabolical heatriv recs

when you leave here by Idday shane & teen hazing… supports my “shane did not have it the worst, but shane sure witnessed what would have happened to him without his godlike hockey skill” theories

i was raised out in the cold by lavenderprose this is good and wonderful and deep or whatever and i loved shane being scared of farming equipment but honestly i’m just a fan of roadside car sex

something in the movies by liveinsalt i loooooved this shane and yuna… wrow…..

a diorama of us making a diorama by rockbound oh ilya and his no good very bad childhood… i loved this version of his and his brother’s relationship

the intricate brocade of this happiness by waxing__crescent ohhhhh my ilya ohhhhh the impossibility of explaining the experience of childhood trauma to someone who had a happy childhood

you’re the new god we’re worshipping by geniflux aka shane should get to kill everyone ever shane should get to explode the sun. i’m always a fan of when a fic has shane confronted with a younger asian player and i think this is spot on

your famous golden touch by anonymous anon if you ever are so inspired please hmu so i can talk to you about my theories and ask you about my manifestos. however i also respect the mystery of anonymity and salute you for your service. anyways. this is like 10 degrees to the left of the sex worker ilya au i am always looking for

take him to paris by nettlepixie aka the only shane topping fic i have ever believed in. also minor detail but shane encountering how ilya svetlana & sasha all echo each other with their sneering facial expressions was SO good to me.

[vesnuszki]

Shane’s head smashing into the headboards and he’s yelling fuck Ilya harder!!! Meanwhile Ilya’s heart rate is 182bpm and he’s like fuck Shane I have a cramppp

[hesgodhesamillennial]

I keep skipping over the head part of headboard and imagining this on the ice (to some confusion) but i’m interested in the possibilities therein