Do you ever think about space and whether or not there's something up there for you?
Many times.
Years ago, I wrote plenty of Tommy in space fics but only published very very few because the other fics felt so personal to me. I love the idea that somewhere across the universe, there are planets with sentient creatures we could meet one day. And I think that's what's up there for not only me, but all of us.
Ilya Rozanov was predestined to become a protector like his Father and Brother, a seemingly inescapable fate for him. One rebellious act leads him to breach the surface and fall in love with the Prince of the Kingdom above the sea.
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i want this like a cigarette (can we drag it out and never quit?)
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Rating: Explicit
Hollanov: Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov and Sub Shane Hollander
Tags: Fuck Machines, Spitroasting (not a threesome), Feels
(AO3 is Down, so here is the latest work I wrote and published 2 days ago)
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This was a completely impulsive and terrible idea. Who in their right mind would buy a very obvious sex machine?
Shane Hollander, apparently.
At first, he said it was for convenience. Using his dildo and jacking off tires his wrists out very fast, and riding it would also give him muscle cramps the next day. Those cramps and aches are not ideal for an athlete who needs to be in top shape, especially not the captain of the Montreal Voyageurs.
Logically speaking, having a fuck machine that would fuck him in any setting he would like, with any dildo he preferred, without having to do so much as move, sounded like a dream. But then he realized it could easily be seen by anyone who walked into his place in Montreal.
Namely, Hayden.
He did not want Hayden, J.J., or anyone else from the team to walk into his bedroom and find the machine, so he moved it to Le Plateau-Mont-Royal, his “sex condo”.
Shane hates his past self for ever purchasing that fuck machine, because he was now, in the bedroom of his sex condo, with Ilya, who was looking at the fuck machine with great fascination and intrigue.
He was looking at the contraption up and down, at the remote it was attached to, and the connector, where the dildo is usually mounted.
Shane shuffled nervously by the doorway. He was already shirtless and half-hard in his briefs. If Ilya would just be so kind as to stop looking at and touching the machine, and instead, touch him, Shane would be ever so grateful.
“Can we stop looking at the machine? I thought we were here to fuck!” Shane calls.
He was already so pent up that he wanted to get this over with. He was already prepped. They only had so much time together, and he wanted to make the most out of it. Ilya is getting distracted by the machine that Shane forgot to hide, which was not part of the plan at all!
“My, I thought you were boring, Hollander. All this time, you were hiding this.” Ilya turns to him with a mischievous grin. “Naughty boy, how many times did you use this? Does it make you feel as good as I do? Where’s the dildo?”
Shane flushes at the nickname, his cock throbbing.
“L-Look, asshole, can’t we just have sex? Let’s talk about that thing later!”
Ilya tilts his head, his piercing, icy blue eyes looking back at the machine and back at Shane.
Shane recognized that look, he does not like that look. It calls for bad ideas. What they’re doing is already a bad idea, but Ilya Rozanov just wants to add to the bad ideas they already did, now, did he?
“How about no?” Ilya rubs his chin in thought.
“Rozanov!” Shane hisses.
Ilya strides towards him, grabbing him by the chin. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm. Shane submits to his authority almost immediately, eyes looking straight at Ilya.
“We see each other few times a year and only do missionary or doggy style, sometimes with mild bondage. Becomes very boring really fast. Let’s make this a little more exciting?” Ilya gestures to the machine. “Me, watching you get fucked by that? Until you cry, begging for me?”
Shane gulps, biting his lip. The idea sounded so enticing, and the wilder side of Shane’s brain is screaming at him to say yes, for Ilya to watch him fall apart without needing to touch him at all.
This was such a bad idea.
“Fuck.” Shane cusses, looking away. His cock was straining through his briefs, pre was already leaking out of his slit—he could feel it. He was so wet. “Fine!” He says, walking away from Ilya to one of the dressers' drawers. Inside it was a pile of dildos, but he took one very particular dildo.
The toy was blue, much shorter than Ilya’s cock, but it was thick and ribbed. He had been meaning to try it out a few weeks prior, but with how tightly jampacked his schedule was, he couldn’t find the time to do so.
Behind him, Ilya whistles, impressed at the number of toys Shane had kept in the place.
“I thought you only had one toy. You have plenty! And it was all just hidden here the entire time?” Ilya snickers. “Should not have asked what color, you have entire rainbow in that drawer.”
“You fucking asshole!” Shane snaps, shutting the drawer harshly.
“Now, now, Hollander. You know I don’t mean that… Maybe…” Ilya drawls the last bit, making Shane bristle.
He pulls Shane into another kiss, calming him down almost immediately. Shane’s mouth opens up for Ilya’s tongue, wet and messy, teeth clashing against one another. Ilya’s hands wander and grope around his body, chest, hips, and thighs. Shane whines to the kiss as Ilya explores his mouth, almost dropping the toy in his hand.
They pull apart, and Ilya proceeds to press as many kisses as he can to Shane’s face. Specifically, his freckles. Shane giggles, wrapping his arms around Ilya as he lifts him by his thighs to the king-sized bed in the middle of the bedroom.
Ilya lays him down so gently in the middle of the bed, peppering even more kisses on his freckled cheeks. Shane’s face scrunches at the feeling. This scene was far too domestic for Shane’s liking, far too real, but he’ll take it.
“Ah… krasivyy…” Ilya whispers to him.
“What?” Shane opens his eyes.
“Nothing.” Ilya stands up from the bed to get the fuck machine from the corner of the room.
Shane backs up to the headboard, watching as Ilya sets the machine by the edge of the bed and adjusts it.
“Do you even know how to use that?” Shane asks him, eyebrow raised.
“Fuck machine is fuck machine, ‘course I do.” Ilya shrugs, reaching out his hand for Shane’s dildo, which he gave. “When was the last time you used this? Is this clean?”
“I haven’t used it yet, but it’s clean. All my toys are cleaned before they’re stored away.” Shane replies. Ilya takes one good look at the toy again before attaching it to the connecting shaft.
“Convenient. Like storing utensils in a drawer.” Ilya actually has the gall to look impressed.
Shane snorts, slightly ticked but amused. “Shut up,” he says.
Only to find himself squeaking in surprise as Ilya pulls him by his legs to the edge of the bed.
“Rozanov!”
“Hollander!” Ilya mocks, hooking his fingers by the waistband of his briefs and pulling them off of him. Shane couldn’t help but be stunned as Ilya immediately took a quick sniff of his briefs that were stained with pre.
Shane practically moans at that. That was the hottest thing he’s ever seen Ilya do, but also the strangest by far.
Ilya drops his briefs on the floor. “Where is the lube?”
Shane points at the plastic bottle on top of the dresser. Ilya takes it and squeezes a generous amount of lube on the dildo.
“Is this enough?” Ilya asks.
“It’s perfect,” Shane tells him.
“Of course. Everything I do is perfect.”
Shane rolls his eyes, turning around to crawl on the bed and line his ass up with the machine, ignoring Ilya’s surprised choke.
“I didn’t even tell you to do that, you just did it.” Ilya groans, and from what Shane could see from the corner of his vision, Ilya’s cock is also straining through his joggers.
“It’s called muscle memory.” Shane jokes, his breath shuddering and eyes fluttering a little as the tip of the dildo enters his prepped hole.
“How long have you been using this?” Ilya was genuinely curious about the answer.
Shane thinks about it. “I lost count. I bought this during the summer.”
“We could have had steamy phone sex instead of dry sexting?” Ilya gasps in mock surprise.
“Do you want to see me get fucked by the machine or not, Rozanov?” Shane glares at him.
“Kotenok is getting hissy. It’s alright, you’ll be fed soon.” Ilya chuckles, reaching for the remote.
“I swear, Rozano— Ah! Asshole!” Shane whimpers, his head resting on the bed. Ilya skipped the first few settings and jumped straight to medium.
Shane had to will himself not to move as much from the sudden thrusts of the machine.
The back and forth of the piston was not giving him any room to do so much as take a deep breath. The ridges were hitting the right places, teasing his walls a normal cock can never do.
“Fuck, Hollander!” Ilya moans, watching the toy pound inside Shane mercilessly. He takes his cock out from the confines of his joggers, jacking off with one hand to the sight of Shane experiencing such sweet torture.
He was shuddering and mewling at each thrust. His breath matched the pace. Shane looked so beautiful that way. But then he decides to arch his back, a little more than usual, showing the flexibility he’d earned from all his years of yoga.
Ilya’s mouth dropped—everything about Hollander is just completely divine. “Fuck,” he hisses, his fist tightening around the base of his cock to stop himself from coming just by the sight of Shane.
He looks at the remote in his other hand, twisting the dial to speed the machine up even more.
Shane yelps, trying to get away from the machine, only to be stopped by Ilya, who dropped the remote to grab him by the hips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ilya chuckles.
Shane comes untouched.
“You— Hah… Asshole!” Shane’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head, tears already leaking out of his eyes from the pleasure. From this new position, the dildo was hitting his prostate dead-on.
Ilya grins, even though Shane couldn’t see it, he could feel it, and even hear it from the tone of his voice. “Is asshole the only word you know? That’s all you call me.”
Shane does not reply— he whines. His feet were kicking by the foot of the bed, but it won’t help him from the onslaught of thrusts from the machine, especially with Ilya keeping him in place.
“Ahh!” Shane practically mewls after getting used to the faster pace. His arms were no longer supporting him. He’s halfway through lying down completely flat on the bed. His cock was staining the bedsheets with his release.
“Blyat.” Ilya cusses, letting go of his cock and Shane, so he could remove and shimmy out of his joggers to join the man on the bed.
“Huh?” Shane weakly lifts his head, drool leaking out of his mouth, eyes half-lidded and teary. He got momentarily distracted by the dip in the mattress, but he relaxed even more once he realized Ilya was going to be with him.
Shane looks utterly and completely fucked out.
Ilya’s cock twitches at the sight.
“Ohhh… krasivaya shlyushka.” Ilya mutters, positioning himself right in front of Shane, getting a full front view of the man. He holds Shane’s face, ever so gently, caressing his freckled cheeks.
Shane was blissed out, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure at all. He was crying from pleasure, nothing coherent coming out of his mouth. His cock was getting hard once again.
“Haahhh~” Shane warbles, eyes going cross eyed. He was completely gone.
Normally, Ilya would let it be, let Shane relish in his near overstimulation, but this was new, and he wanted to know how Shane was feeling, or if he were truly comfortable at all. Shane might know, but Ilya doesn’t.
“That’s not an answer, Hollander.” Ilya tightens his grip on Shane’s face, hoping it would snap him out of it, even for just a moment. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He repeats himself.
Shane’s eyes focus on him, gaining more lucidity.
“Are you?”
“Ah! Yes… I feel so…” Shane unfocuses for a second, but snaps back again once Ilya shakes him gently. “I feel so good!” Shane moans the last part. His entire upper body weight was on Ilya by that point.
“How does it feel? What about it makes you feel good?” Ilya smiles.
“The ridges— Hah… The ridges make all the diff…” Shane’s eyebrows scrunch. “...make all the difference.” He sighs.
Ilya hums, brushing his fingers through Shane’s sweaty hair. “Yeah?”
“Yeahhh~” Shane giggles.
“Do you want it faster, moy dorogoy?” Ilya drags the tip of his pointer finger around Shane’s face, his nose, his eyelids, forehead, and cheeks.
“Nooo, I like it like this.” Shane replies, but then opens his eyes to stare directly at Ilya’s cock.
“What are you looking at, Hollander?” Ilya asks him, noticing Shane has stopped.
Shane looks up at him. “Can I suck your cock, pleaseeee?” He slurs through his drool.
Ilya chuckles. Of course, once a cockslut, always a cockslut. Even when they’d do their normal escapades—or sexcapades—Shane would always drop down to his knees to give Ilya the best head he could ever receive.
“Is that a no?” Shane pouts.
“Wait,” Ilya tells him.
Ilya moves himself back against the headboard, one hand leaving Shane’s face to get a pillow. He places it under Shane’s chest for more comfort before spreading his legs, giving Shane full access to his cock.
“Hehe… Finally.” Shane grins before diving to mouth and deepthroat Ilya’s cock.
“Fuck!” Ilya throws his head back, hitting the headboard. Good thing it was padded, otherwise, Ilya might’ve rung his bell from the force alone. “Fuck, Hollander!”
Clearly, Shane Hollander was having the time of his life. While the machine was still fucking him from behind, he looked like he was eating the most delicious meal he ever tasted, except that meal is Ilya Rozanov’s cock.
Shane’s cheeks hollowed out at every suck. His eyes were completely white from how far they’ve rolled back. He was swallowing Ilya whole without so much as gagging, as he had done the last few times he’s done this.
Ilya thinks that Shane must have practiced. He had to bite his lip from the mental image of Shane practicing, deepthroating his many dildos alone at night to get this good during the Summer season.
Ilya could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of Shane’s throat at each gulp, the pistoning motion of the fuck machine aiding Shane with his rhythm.
Shane came a second time when Ilya subconsciously thrusted into Shane’s throat. Ilya’s eyelids fluttered at the vibrations from Shane’s moans after.
He could tell from the way Shane swayed his hips and how his hands were clenching the bedsheets tightly that he was already getting overstimulated. His moans were becoming painful whimpers. Ilya can also tell from the pressure in his groin that he’s not going to last any longer either.
“Shit! I’m so close!”
His hands move from Shane’s face to his hair, pushing Shane down on cock. Shane relinquished his control to Ilya immediately.
Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.
That lewd sound that’s coming out of Shane’s mouth was scandalous and unreal. Ilya tightens his hold on Shane’s hair— it was close to painful, but Shane didn’t care. He swallowed deep and hard.
Ilya screws his eyes shut as he finally releases inside Shane, who swallows all his come in one go without complaint.
Shane whimpers when Ilya pulls him off from the still moving fuck machine, it’s noise barely noticeable from how loud their ears were ringing. Ilya will get to closing it sometime later, as for now, all his focus befalls on Shane who is showing signs of dropping.
He wraps his arms around Shane, moving the man to a much more comfortable position. He’s sat on top of Ilya’s lap, head cushioned by Ilya’s bear chest, being lulled by Ilya’s unintelligible whispers in Russian. His arms were now wrapped around Ilya as well.
“You did so well, malysh. So good. So pretty…” Shane would sniffle and tear up at times, but each tear is carefully wiped away by Ilya almost immediately after each one would fall, followed by a comforting kiss on the crown of his head.
Ilya sighs, relaxed after months of being so pent up.
Here, in this room, he stays himself, in the comfort of Shane’s company. The small building that Shane had bought, their escape, their secret, from the outside world, where they are able to be their most vulnerable selves.
Looking down at Shane, who was already close dozing off on his chest, all of Ilya’s worries wash away.
When Shane blinks his eyes open to look up at Ilya, so tired, so adorable, he puckers his lips at Ilya.
“Give me kiss!” Shane demands, so brattily, so spoiled.
Ilya would not have it any other way.
He snorts, pressing a few pecks on Shane’s head before giving Shane one right on the lips.
In Ilya’s head, the words are repeating over and over.
Ya tebya lyublyu.
In Shane’s head, the words are repeating over and over.
Je t'aime. Aishiteru.
In their one shared language, the words are repeating over and over.
I love you.
But that is left unsaid.
They are each other’s most dangerous desire. They are the drug that gets the other going.
They both want each other, but what they wish to say is better off left unsaid.
Sasuke, from my observations, is the ideal beauty standard for royalty/nobility. So it's reflected on his features. Pale, youthful flush, neat, dark hair. He also looks native to the Land of Fire. Not that there's any bias to race, it is just that Sasuke, truly was the ideal for the most part. In real life, I envision his facial structure belongs to North Japanes, or Yayoi. Due to his upbringing, he tends to hold a certain air of superiority over others, even if he is a clan of one.
For Naruto, I believe part of the reason why he's unwelcome in the village, other than the obvious— he's a jinchuuriki— is that he does not have the standard features of a local from the land of fire. He looks foreign. So I reflected that on his tan and his facial features. From his looks, in real life, he is a mix of Southern Japanese, or Jomon, with a little influence from West and South Asian facial features as well. He is naturally tan, stocky in frame, with thick textured hair and thick eyebrows to match.
As for Sakura, I believe she has a mix of both features. Though part of me, believe, that she is genetically closer to Naruto than Sasuke, in a sense that her father, Kizashi, looks like a foreigner. Perhaps from the Land of Cloud or Mist. So it's reflected on her skin. She may be pale, initially, but she tends to tan aggressively due to her father's blood. The most telling sign that she is a mixed girl is due to her bright hair, which is not common Fire Natives. She is a mix of Northern Japanese, or Yayoi, with South Asian influences as well.
Hoshigaki and Eight by @writer168 changed my brain chemistry back when I was a little pre-teen. Of course, I'd come back and make fanart again 5 years later 🐵
(Thanks for replying to my question BTW, so have Sakura in return. Continue doing your thingggg 💅)
AU where it's not just Nezuko who's turned into a demon, it's ALL of Tanjiro's siblings. Somehow, all of them, bar Nezuko, remember their human lives— And he's determined to save every single one of them.
Enter: Takeo, who denies being a demon at all. So what if he just ripped that other demon's head off? That's all in a days work. His sudden aversion to the sun has nothing to do with it.
Hanako, whose fear of blood is so strong she passes out anytime she sees it because it's "oh my god, so gross". Just the thought of drinking it makes her blanch. Absolutely not. Over her dead body.
Shigeru, who's so afraid of the concept of demons that anytime he's reminded he is one, he just cries. Literally starts bawling his little heart out. He can't handle it.
And then there's Rokuta, the youngest, who still has no idea what a demon even is. They've explained it so many times now and he just doesn't get it. At this point, they've just given up.
Tanjiro carts them around in a wood buggy up until the point that Takeo gets so adamant that he's not a demon that he steps into the sun to prove it. Only he's gaslit himself so hard that, in a shocking turn of events, he actually doesn't burn, which gets his other three littlest siblings to figure the same thing applies to them.
Now Tanjiro is back to carting Nezuko around in a box on his back while his other four demon siblings follow behind him like little ducklings. Against all odds, they make it work.
regulus black who’s last words were i love you bc he had never said them and he needed to know what they would sound like coming out of his mouth before dying
Four years ago, today, I published my first public BNHA fanfic on Ao3. Happy birthday to Drink First then Pick Up Rebellious Son Afterwards (Also Say Hi to/Beat Up Ex Along the Way) 😁
