Willow

30F, 🩷💛💙, Game Changers and MXTX Icon by Makowka on Picrew

[mooneyedwillow]

Hello!

I’m Willow, an ancient bog witch trapped in a 30 yr old body. I post Heated Rivalry/Game Changers content but also love the MXTX danmei and Dragon Age games.

DNI = under 18! My content is NOT appropriate for developing minds!

I’m female, pansexual, and a domme. I’ve done quite a bit of d/s work with all kinda of partners, and I’m happy to share my experiences if you’re curious or need assistance with writing about it. I am not shy in any shape or form, and I have the golden retriever-brand of affection for everybody I meet. I’m the queer aunt who’s kinda weird but genuinely wants to love and protect everyone, so keep that in mind 😂

If I think something could be a trigger, I will tag it as “tw” and then whatever it is. I also try to always tag ships that are not canon in case you want to filter something out. If you have a request for a tag, please let me know and I’ll be happy to accommodate!

So don’t be shy! Come chat, flirt, ask questions, anything! 🩷💛💙

[hollanoveau]

hollanoveau’s Hollanoveau masterlist

is that not the dumbest fucking sentence you’ve ever read

anyways. welcome. since this shit has become my entire fucking personality and ive made it everyone’s problem, i might as well lay out some navigation if you are just joining us in the beautiful world that is hollanoveau

what is hollanoveau?

threesome ship of shane, ilya, and cliff marleau. combo of all three surnames (in this house we use the spelling from the show bc it’s prettier fuck off with the -ow/-owe shit) credit to the lovely @cinematicvests for polling the people to get a coherent name for this thing established

why is hollanoveau?

because i have free will and so do my sexy friends on tumblr dot gov. as @castielchitaqua once brilliantly said: here on tumblr we’re giving tertiary characters such depth you wouldn’t believe

where do i start?

i recommend my tag if you want My Specific Flavor of this ship (this post in particular for lots of #mycliff headcanons and this ask for a rough tl on how I think it starts) though i am far from the only bitch on this big beautiful boat!! other lovely big brained contributors to this space include @sheheatedonmyrivalry , @lateghost , @faequeentitania , @cominginhotoffthepresses and @noodleshane (though there’s PLENTY of others!!) there is also a tumblr community where we dump posts and fic recs 🙂‍↕️

is there a fanfic of this out there?

there are so many things out there to find for those with eyes to read or some shit. i have started an ask-based fic called holy trinity that is hollanoveau with a twist of goalie!ilya and raiders!shane.

if you are looking for My Specific Flavor in a long format, it is coming. one day. probably sooner rather than later. subscribe to me on ao3 if you want to be notified when i finally publish.

in the meantime, i am happy to recommend some pieces:

CONDUIT by S0MEWHATDAMAGED (GOD TIER)

crossfire - makemegentle (faaaavorite omg)

one of your girls - faye_king

the system - JSWander (SOOO GOOD WAAAHHH)

not a puck bunny - BangPop91 (have not read yet but it’s on the list!!

@faequeentitania ‘s Situationship Era Hollanoveau tag and drabbles are DELICIOUS

and of course the (small but growing) ao3 tag

welcome to the gift that keeps on giving. i might shut up about this one day but uh *looks @ my url* it’s not gonna happen any time soon. i am ALWAYS happy to yap and play in the space with folks. we have fun here!!! come play with us 🐻🦆🐺

[himbomarleau]

The first Ottawa vs Montreal game after Shane is traded:

[naturalpr3y]

ilya finding out his dominance is intimate + shane finding out his submission is active do u get me

[loontattoo]

shane and ilya are best friends by the way. like they literally like each other BY THE WAY

[mucho-smasho]

need this in season 2. drastically.

[hutsonwoolyums]

post-retirement Ilya goes on dancing with the stars and wins

[smokingrozanov]

Cliff: Hollanderrrr!!!! U tryna get a handie 2nite?

Shane: Hi Cliff, I know this is how you and Ilya communicate plans but please just text me normally. Yes I will be coming to the bar with you and Ilya tonight.

[mymansmoon]

free use shane..............god he feels so good going ragdoll-limp letting ilya move him position him fuck into him without comment or complaint. staying still and wet and open for ilya. the whole day, week, month or more underscored by that sentiment — for ilya, for ilya, for ilya. just taking him. letting him. being for him. sighs dreamily

[lavenderprose]

No but for real the ultimate dichotomy of man is Shane Hollander saying "Please cum on me please cum on my face" and then getting what he wants and saying "Ohhh my God" and then sitting back and sighing with relief and then with his eyes still closed saying "Get this off me right now."

[smokingrozanov]

I love the fan invention that Cliff and Ilya get a little gay with it sometimes because it mirrors the popular interpretation that Hayden wants to fuck Shane but will never act on those desires. Like Cliff is calling them ‘brojobs’ & not even thinking twice about his heteroflexible label even when he jerks off to the memory of Ilya’s tongue on his slit meanwhile Hayden is staring at Shane’s lips while he gives his pre-game Captain speech fantasizing about what it would be like to just kiss him just once. And he’s putting himself in the straight shame torture chamber about it

[hudconvent]

shane napping at the cottage. little kitty cat in a sunbeam. soft cheeks smushed into the couch cushions or against the rounded muscle of ilya’s deltoid or into the goose-feather pillows on his bed after ilya’s had his way with him, still sweaty and afternoon-slick. mouth just barely agape, breathing slowly, rhythmically, full REM sleep and ilya can watch his eyes flicker beneath his eyelids. waking up groggy and eyebrows drawn, lamenting “you should have woken me up,” but ilya wouldn’t, not when time gets syrupy slow at being able to watch shane sleep like this, so soft and vulnerable, what he had always wondered about for almost half a lifetime in separate beds

[pregnanthudsonwilliams]

one must imagine shane in a bathroom stall in the metros locker room right before a game against boston, headphones in watching the video ilya just sent of himself jerking off in the bathroom in the guest locker room along with a message that just says good luck tonight :)

[pregnanthudsonwilliams]

@russianblush

[knowjust]

whenever i close my eyes i get this vision of shane getting so worked up during another ad or something he has to do where he passes the time by just thinking of ilya. sporting a half chub he has to hide the whole time too. and by the time he gets home all he can do is go please please ilya i need i need you please and sitting right on his lap no matter what ilya was doing before because when shane wants, ilya is always there. and they dont even take their clothes off because that would require disconnecting for a single second when all shane wants to do is feel how fast he can get ilya hard too just kissing and grinding against him. and shane’s just panting begging against ilya’s mouth as ilya tells him take what you want baby hands digging so hard into shane’s hips as he guides him that even through clothes he knows they’re gonna bruise later

[raccoonspew]

Ilya Rozanov with a mommy kink HEAR ME OUT!!! Okay so he’s in denial. In Boston when he was sad he would subconsciously seek out dramatically older women and take them home, have an uncharacteristically sweet/caring night with her, and cum the moment she calls him her sweet boy.

He shoves it down very very far when he starts dating Shane.

But maybe he has a terrible day and he feels like he can’t get out to bed, let alone take care of himself. And maybe Shane is so sweet, and coaxes Ilya into the shower and washes his hair for him. And Ilya wants to collapse with the overwhelming love he feels, and Shane’s hands feel so fucking good massaging shampoo into his curls, and Ilya feels himself start to slip beneath the surface and into a headspace he’s avoided for years.

And then they’re on the bed and Shane is letting Ilya lay completely on top of him, stroking his hair and scratching his scalp and whispering nice things in Russian. Shane is being so sweet, so fucking caring, that Ilya just has to bite him right on the chest. He leaves a pretty little indent and eventually finds Shane’s nipple, and latches right on. Shane doesn’t yelp or tell him to stop. So Ilya sucks, blinking up at his husband every once in a while with glassy eyes.

Ilya doesn’t even notice himself getting hard he’s so focused on suckling. Shane tugs him gently to suck the other side and rubs his back. Hes being so sweet. Shane is so sweet. And Ilya is floating, completely taken care of. Shane is praising him, and then because of some kind of divine intuition, he murmurs something using words he only learned recently. Ya tak sil’no tebya lyublyu milyy mal’chick. I love you so much sweet boy.

Ilya doesn’t even think before he replies quietly with ya lyublyu tebya mama.

Shane goes still for a moment, but Ilya doesn’t notice. He’s too busy rocking his dick forward against Shane’s thigh, humming and sighing, and it feels so good, and he’s acting only on instincts when he reaches down to jerk Shane off too.

They both cum with shuddering gasps shortly after. Shane cleans them up, and only then does Ilya open his eyes and realize what the fuck he just did. He sits up quickly and tries to get a grip. “Fuck, Shane, I’m so sorry I — fuck.” Ilya’s crying too now, which is even more embarrassing. But Shane shushes him and holds him and tells him it’s so okay and he didn’t mind over and over again.

After, Ilya feels like kind of a pervert and he should definitely talk to his therapist, but it was nice to sink into something that felt so safe…and it felt really good…and Shane was into it…….

Anyway it becomes maybe a monthly-ish thing. They fuck about it.

[saints-salvation]

I dont think that as a fandom we are holding enough space for the idea of Ilya on his knees, pawing at Shane's small, small running shorts with his big, big hands. Just begging with big wet doe eyes and shaking hands because he needs it so, so bad. It doesnt matter that Shane says he's too dirty from his run and needs a shower, it doesnt matter that the harsh bristles of their welcome mat are scratching at his knees. What matters is that underneath a paltry two scraps of fabric is Shanes cock, nestled pretty and surely leaking, in his boring little briefs and slutty little shorts.

Shane is leant against the front door, stomach tensing and untensing in glistning ripples as his fingers scramble at the glass behind him. He shakes his head back and forth, eyes screwed up as sweat damp hair falls over his forehead and brushes at the dark, dark freckles om his cheeks, brought out by hours in the beating sun. He can feel sweat drip down his nape and front, running tracks down his exposed chest.

Ilya with one hand rucking up Shane's shirt to watch it drip down under the scrunched waistband of his husband's shorts; mouth dry and panting hot against the sparse black hair of his happy trail only just holding himself back from cleaning it up with his tongue. But Shane hasn't given him permission yet so he stays where he is and stares with hazy eyes, begging for it.

Shane being shocked by how desperate his husband is for his cock, such a contrast to their past meetings. But past him didnt know how pretty Ilya looked on his knees, practically crying for a cock in his mouth and hips twitching so subtly into the air trying to get any friction on his cock, neglected in his sweats but so, so hard and dripping precum so obscenly that the grey frabric is dark with it. Or how beautiful he sounded chanting "Shane, Shane, please, Shanya, need it, ill be so good for you, Моя любовь" punched with wet kisses against his hip like he can't help himself.

[pregnanthudsonwilliams]

tbh i think shane plays at least half his games hard anyway. just from the adrenaline and being the best. and when he scored a hat trick that secured their place in the playoffs for the first time? came in his nut cup

[smokingrozanov]

It’s summer at the cottage & their two year old daughter comes toddling up to Ilya with her little arms outstretched all wet & cold from the lake. Ilya scoops her up & is just about to press little kisses to her forehead when he sees something. He thinks maybe it’s mud or dirt at first spattered across her cheeks, but when he rubs at her little nose & nothing comes off he suddenly finds himself choking up. Because the sunshine has taken his daughter’s already perfect face & given it a small cluster of her dad’s freckles