Can we do something nice? Share your favourite pictures/moments of Hudson and tag your friends.
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Thank you for the tag @medeas-chari0t I'm gonna share some of my favourite Hudson gifs that I've made
Tagging: @hollanov-cocktail79 @eightyonextwentyfour @ilyarozanovsoralfixation @introvertbibliophile @uncertain-inconstant @solarielunare & anyone else who wants to do it
+ Bonus quote:
There is a very fervent, loving community around you. No matter how alienated you feel, there are loving arms ready to hold you. Whether that's your direct family, or those are some new friends you'll make, or people across borders that you don't even know, but that would be willing to take you in and love you for who you are-that exists, that's not a fairy tale, that's not fantasy, that's just what you deserve 💕
ohhh crying shane during sex my beloved…. i know you mentioned first time but i love crying shane during married hollanov sex🥺🥺🥺 just so so in love and years of love between them and shane can’t help but start thinking about how much they mean to each other and all those years sneaking around together leading to this…. they are having the kind of sweet sleepy slow sex that only happens after years and years of love💜 cutie pie shane on his back making eye contact with ilya while getting thrusted into and just doing the cutest little whimpers and “uh…uh..uh’s” with the rhythm of the thrusts and then his pretty brown eyes are leaking suddenly, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks and ilya is all “what’s the matter, hm? feels so good for my baby, huh?” and shane all whiny “yes yes feels so good ilya i love you so much mmmm i love you” and ilya maybe starts to tear up a little bit too his pretty blue eyes getting wet and he leans down and kisses shane’s tears away like “it’s alright baby, let it out, i know you feel so good it’s okay malysh i’ve got you” 🥺🥺🥺🥺
IM GONNA PASS OUT AND THEN MAYBE AWAY IF THATS OKAY WITH ALL YALL
yes yes yes I need to sink my teeeth into this sugar. I adore this. Soft so so soooo mega in love husbands Ilya and Shane, so much intimacy and love between them that Shane gets overwhelmed.
It’s been a slow start to the morning, Ilya had broken a good amount of ribs last month and he’s still achy, tender like they are bruised and he’s been sluggish in the mornings and evenings still. They’d kissed as they woke up, Ilya a warm weight on Shane, nose nudging at his ear and jaw before with sleep still in his eyes before he found Shane’s mouth, soft pecks and nuzzles, sweet kisses that had burned deeper and longer. Fumbling hands and soft whispers and needy touches and then Shane’s being stretched onto Ilya’s cock, the covers pulled up over Ilya’s back, a warm cocoon between them.
Shane’s feet are linked on Ilya’s back, heels sliding against the warm skin and they’re holding hands by Shane’s waist, Shane fidgeting with Ilya’s fingers.
Ilya squeezes Shane’s hand twice, a silent you ok? And Shane nods, yawns and scrubs a hand over his sleepy eyes and asks “can you make us pancakes after this?” And Ilya nods, leans down to kiss over Shane’s face as Shane adjusts to the stretch of Ilya, it takes a little longer in the morning.
Then with a wiggle from Shane’s hips, Ilya is thrusting into him, slow and deep and Shane sighs, head tilts back and fuck it’s so nice. He watches down his body, how Ilya is up over him, the long line of his shoulders, the gold of his necklace, the mole to the left of it they got checked at the doctor last month because it had changed in colour. His body, strong and fucking gorgeous and the hair that leads from his bellybutton down to where his cock is pressing in in in to Shane. Shane licks his lips, watches the muscles of Ilya’s sides pull and work the shift of skin, the muscle of his hips in the warm morning light and fuck his husband is so gorgeous.
Shane sighs when Ilyas hand takes his face into his hand, thumb rubs at his cheek, pulls at his lips. Shane shivers and Ilyas lace picks up and up and oh fuck. Shane whimpers, right there he thinks- and ilya nods as if he’d said it out loud, he pins every next rut of his hips to that perfect spot over and over and over. Shane is aching hard, smudging precum bellow his bellybutton and he’s thrumming with pleasure, it’s soaking through him, dripping off him, how good this is. I
“Yeah” Ilya sighs, fucks his hips in snaps, that make Shane’s spread legs jolt, leans down in over him and kisses him, a sweet small kiss, as if saying hello. Shane nods “yeah it’s so nice” he says with a happy sigh and tangles his hands into has hair and pulls at it gently, at the root, by his ears, the way that makes Ilya whine and fuck him harder.
Shane hums and draws his eyes to Ilya’s, pretty glass- his husband, his husband, his eyes he’s looked to for years. Home. Shane sucks in a breath and Ilya’s thrusts as jolting him against the mattress and it’s so good and he feels so fucking big when he takes him early in the morning and this is still so good still as good as the first time. Shane will always need this so fucking much, Ilya will always give it to him. Shane slides his hand though Ilya’s hair and licks his lips, feels Ilya’s thumb press down and pull on his chin till his lips part and Shane’s soft “uh uh uh” fill the air and Ilya grins and bites at his bottom lip and he’s looking at Shane with such a heat, a love. And pushes deep, deep, grinds in once, twice and Shane arches his back. His toes curl.
Shane feels the first tear slip and he sniffles, Ignores it and blinks up at Ilya, whose face softness, opens and his hand pets Shane’s cheek. “There’s my boy, it’s so good huh? My beautiful baby, feels so good on my cock you need to cry huh? So good how I fuck you yeah? Love my cock so much, it’s so pretty how you show me” Ilya cooes, kissing all over Shane’s face and brow and cheekbone, jaw, eyelids. Shane nods and wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, tightens his legs around him, pulls him in, in.
“Ilya” he breaths, draws the name out like a prayer and he feels Ilya shiver over him.
“Love you, love you love your cock so much, feels so good, feels- fuck I love this feels, I love you love you love” and Shane’s mumbling, hiccuped breathing and whimpers, lips parted, eyes closed now in bliss.
“Love you love you too, sweetheart” Ilya whispers back and tears prick in his she’s and he swallows hard. He loves his Shane so fucking much.
“It’s okay baby, I’m here, right here” Ilya reminds Shane, rubs their noses together. “I’ve got you” he breaths, holds Shane’s face with one hand and keeps Shane’s cheek pressed to his, shares their breathing.
ilya would be having a bit of a crash out over the pacific marine mammal center naming a rescued sea lion after his husband.
firstly, why does shane get an animal named after him but ilya doesn't? this is a cosmic injustice. they need to name one after him immediately so that sea lion hollander has a rozanov and isn't lonely so that the best men's hockey player is properly represented!!!
secondly, sea lion hollander is so small. criminally tiny. ilya is very proud of his big hockey player husband, thank you. they couldn't have picked a more size-accurate animal to name after him? (though admittedly the big brown teary eyes are fitting. he will give them that.)
and THIRDLY, why did they name a hurt baby after shane when there is a possibility she might not make it through surgery? what kind of fucking emotional manipulation is this? if sea lion hollander dies, there will be hell to pay. (ilya is donating a frankly absurd amount of money to the rescue. he is urging the centaur front office to send all the workers there hollander merchandise. he is publicly yelling at people to not leave their fish hooks in the ocean on social media.)
#some gen z hockey fan intern at an animal charity realises you can fund basically anything if you name it hollander #bc rozanov will backflip through the window to pay for any and all medical expenses to keep a sad wet animal named after his husband alive #so far the ottowa humane society has saved 18 dogs called hollander or shane #all bc ilya sends them check every month with “for shane” written on them in shockingly bad handwriting
ilya is so personally invested in every single one of these sad wet animals. he's following along with their stories, he is asking the organizations for updates when they haven't posted about His Shane in a few days, he is celebrating each release or adoption where applicable. he's got a whole folder on his phone for photos of each of them.
meanwhile, shane is seeing the withdrawals on their shared bank statements like
those big strong silly boys are always doing some weird shit with their bodies together. shane is attempting squats while ilya is clinging to his back. they're sprinting as fast they can while barefoot on the grass at the cottage just to see who can run 100 metres the fastest. they're climbing trees and doing back flips off the dock. they're taking turns tackling each other and seeing who can hold their ground the longest. ilya's flexing his abs and telling shane to hit him as hard as he can in the stomach ("I'm not going to hit you as hard as I can" "oh my god you are so boring"). and well, of course the wrestling,
hollanov fic: sleepy cuddly morning sex + quiet dirty talk
it's cold outside their blankets. ilya lies flush against shane's back. his arms hug him close. their legs lay tangled together in the duvet. shane woke first but allowed himself the lie-in. they don't have practice today, and shane doesn't have any commitments with friends.
ilya woke a few minutes ago, making it known by rubbing shane's stomach, but neither of them have said a word. content to exist in the knowledge of each other's soft attention. ilya's hand continues to move across shane's skin, palm flat and circling his bellybutton. shane's cock is thickening against his thigh. ilya's mouth, which has been releasing warm breaths over the nape of shane's neck, purses into a kiss against the soft hair there.
"malysh," he mumbles, so quietly. shane hums. "are you going out today?"
his words have soft edges, drowsy. "no," shane replies, just as quiet.
ilya's turn to hum. the movement of his hand doesn't cease. he shifts closer and nestles his clothed erection between shane's cheeks, making shane inhale and push back against him. ilya hasn't moved his hand down shane's body.
"are you hard?" ilya asks, without urgency.
they both still have their eyes closed. they're nowhere but here. shane says, "yeah."
quiet noise of acknowledgment from ilya. "do you want my hand?"
shane breathes, "yeah."
"mmm."
ilya doesn't give him his hand. he drags it up shane instead, resting it on one of his pecs. gently squeezes the muscle—once, twice, slow. shane grunts and arches into it. ilya kisses his neck again. then he uses just his first two fingers to begin circling shane's nipple. shane moans, quietly. his cock gives a hard throb. one more.
ilya lifts his fingers to shane's lips, murmuring, "suck."
shane does. ilya's fingers are salty. and warm. he pushes them in and out of shane's mouth, along his tongue, in a slow fuck. when he withdraws, a string of spit extends from the tips of his fingers to shane's bottom lip. ilya either doesn't notice or doesn't care. just moves his hand back down, draping the spit over shane's chin as he does, and starts gently massaging shane's nipple with his wet fingers. shane moans again. longer now. ilya rubs his cock leisurely into the cleft of shane's ass, humming deep in his chest.
"you like that, kotik?" he rumbles. shane nods into his pillow, reaching back to tangle his fingers in ilya's hair. ilya's face nuzzles into his neck. "love touching your tits," he says into shane's skin. "your nipples. they are so hard for me. like your cock, mmm?" shane makes a quiet, plaintive noise. ilya pinches him. "you get so hard for me everywhere."
"yeah," shane breathes.
"yeah?" ilya echoes, and shane lifts his jaw to invite ilya to kiss along his neck. ilya obliges him. shane sighs.
"yeah."
they lapse into a brief semi-silence; shane breathing through ilya's attention to his nipples, ilya moaning low as he works himself up against shane's ass. when his hand finally leaves shane's chest, skating back down along his abdomen, shane finds himself holding his breath. his cock is wet inside his boxer briefs. and aching. ilya whispers into his ear, "breathe, moy lyubov" and shane takes some air in just as ilya pushes his hand beneath the fabric of his briefs and holds his cock, firmly.
shane lets out a sound like it's been shocked from him. his body curls inwards, around the point where ilya is holding him, and ilya laughs softly. presses his wrist into shane's pelvic bone, urging his hips back against his cock. "come back, malysh," he teases. his hand starts working over shane under his briefs, and shane starts moaning in earnest. ilya exhales roughly in his ear. "you are so eager," he murmurs, drawing out the "so". "so horny for me in the morning, hm? just woke up and already need to get fucked? my needy boy... fuck, you are getting me all wet, shane."
and shane whimpers because he can feel it. the way ilya's fist is becoming slick with his precum, easing his movements into an obscene glide. up, down. up, down. ilya draws his hand out of shane's briefs for a moment and tugs the waistband down, tucking it behind shane's balls before reaching back up for his cock. heat rises in shane's cheeks at the sounds ilya's hand makes around his newly freed cock—distinct, wet fwips that cause shane's arousal to spike so hard his body lurches towards the edge. ilya moans loudly, presumably just as affected by it. his hand speeds up.
"mmm, fuck," ilya says. smearing open-mouthed kisses over shane's ear. "does it feel good, kotik? hmm?" shane nods, beyond words. ilya bites his earlobe and shane whimpers. "you are... fuck, moy lyubimyy, you are like a dream. like I am still asleep and fucking you, and when you come for me I will just wake up."
shane rolls his head against his pillow in vague dissent. "no," he slurs. "'m yours, ilya. your—fuck. oh. oh, ilya. oh m'god—"
"shane. are you gonna come, sweetheart?" shane inhales raggedly, nods minutely. frantically. "good. good boy. come for me, baby." ilya's fingers pull quickly beneath shane's cockhead. "yes. shane. come for me now, sweetheart—ah—fuck..."
shane is releasing into ilya's hand. twitching against him. moaning desperately. ilya holds him, kisses him, murmurs a litany of praise and encouragement in his ear. that's it, moy lyubimyy. you are so good. let me have it. good boy, shane.
after, shane relaxes into ilya's arms. spent, panting. ilya kisses over whatever he can reach of shane's face. shane, eyes closed, smiles faintly. he shifted away from ilya in those final moments—now he moves back. finds ilya hard, still.
"are y'gonna fuck me now?" shane mumbles. he hears, and feels, ilya huff a laugh against his cheek.
"oh, if you insist," ilya says, and shane laughs, rolling over onto him.
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The living room was warm, lamplight soft against the dark windows. Three empty wine bottles stand like trophies on the coffee table, and the fourth was well on its way. Rose lounges against one arm of the couch, legs tucked under her, while Svetlana is sprawled across the other end, barefoot and grinning like she’d just won a bet.
“Ten years,” Svetlana says, pointing her glass at the two men on the floor between them. “Ten fucking years of tension, and now you sit there like innocent puppies. Kiss already.”
Shane laughs, too loud and too quick, cheeks already flushed from the alcohol. “You’re both menaces.”
Rose tilts her head, smiling slow. “We’re just asking for a demonstration. For science.”
Ilya hadn’t said much in the last twenty minutes. He’d been watching Shane the way he always did when the room felt safe: quiet, focused, like Shane was the only thing worth looking at. Now he shifts, knee brushing Shane’s, and set his own glass down with deliberate care.
“Want to give them what they want, Hollander?” His voice was low, rough around the edges from the wine and something darker.
Shane swallows hesitantly before meeting his eyes, he sees the heat in them and something clicks inside him, he gives a small fast nod, “…yeah.”
It wasn’t a performance, not really. Ilya reaches out, fingers curling into the front of Shane’s thirt, a gentle tug, but an unmistakable command. Shane leans in without hesitation, breath catching as Ilya mets him halfway.
The kiss starts slow. Ilya’s hand slides up, palm cupping the back of Shane’s neck, thumb brushing the soft skin just under his ear. Shane makes a small, involuntary sound, barely audible, and melts forward, hands finding Ilya’s shoulders like they belong there.
Ilya deepens it then. Tilts Shane’s head exactly how he wants, lips parting, tongue sliding in with lazy possession. Shane gives in completely, body going pliant, fingers tightening in Ilya’s hoodie. A shiver runs through him when Ilya growls something soft and Russian against his mouth, too quiet for the women to catch, but loud enough to make Shane flush darker.
Rose lets out a breathy laugh. “Jesus. That’s not PG.”
Svetlana whistles low. “Show off, Rozanov.”
Ilya breaks the kiss just enough to speak again, lips still brushing Shane’s. “He is my favourite thing to show off.” Then he kisses him again, harder this time, hand firm at Shane’s nape, keeping him right where he wants him.
Shane whimpers softly, the sound swallowed by Ilya’s mouth. His hands slide up into Ilya’s hair, tugging just enough to earn a pleased rumble.
They finally part, both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Ilya holds Shane close, thumb stroking lazy circles on his jaw like he was staking a claim in front of witnesses.
Svetlana claps once, delighted. “Okay, I’m sold. You two are disgusting and perfect.”
Rose raises her glass. “To finally getting the show we deserved.”
Shane buries his face in Ilya’s shoulder, his laughing muffled against the fabric. Ilya just smirks, arm sliding around Shane’s waist to pull him fully into his lap.
shane feeling overstimulated and his body feels like he's losing control and he wants to shake it all out of him but he can't he can only lay on his bed and groan into his pillow and ilya comes home and sees him laying there and immediately goes "Oh, moya lyubov....do you need me?" and shane mumbles a barely coherent "please" into the pillow and ilya immediately crawls onto the bed and flops his entire body weight down on top of shane and quietly lays there for 20 minutes without moving until shane eventually whispers a soft "thank you" and rolls ilya off him and then they cuddle for a lil bit and go make dinner
for season two i need ilya at hockey camp being followed around on the ice by a bunch of little kids in hockey gear like a mama duck and her ducklings while shane watches send tweet
ilya with his gaggle of baby hocklings, teaching them all how to chirp (age-appropriately). just a bunch of tiny kids who can barely stand up squinting hard with concentration as they yell stuff like “you skate like a walnut” and “you’re slower than an apple” at each other
one kid gets a dinosaur jab in at scott hunter and ilya laughs so hard he falls over and nearly gives himself a concussion. shane is so smitten by this foolishness he nearly proposes then and there
Loads of Hollanov fics have them getting walked in on while making out etc which is great
But I’d love a fic where one or both of Shane’s parents drop by the cottage for phone charger/laundry pod reasons and find Shane snuggled on the couch fast asleep on Ilya’s chest and that’s how they find out
They’re dressed in soft casual clothes, sleeping like the dead and wrapped around each other like vines and Ilya’s hand is in Shane’s hair and Shane looks so so comfortable and relaxed
Meanwhile his parents are staring slack-jawed at the sight of their son using his archenemy the Russian Rage Machine as a teddybear/pillow
