Hi i’m carter, 19, he/him, this is my main blog
in my free time i play real life hockey and write about boys doing gross things. U can read my stuff on ao3 @offseason44 when i get the balls to post it
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@offseason44
Hi i’m carter, 19, he/him, this is my main blog
in my free time i play real life hockey and write about boys doing gross things. U can read my stuff on ao3 @offseason44 when i get the balls to post it
New/old promo photo for Season 1 of Heated Rivalry (via heatedrivalrytv)
I want Ilya to ruffle Luca's hair and say "Good job, kid" after every goal he scores and I want Shane to make Luca do increasingly complex skating drills until he throws up.
@catalpa-waltz look what your au has done to me,,,
re: @themoonandmyman comedy&kink challenge
shane and ilya are 1. rich 2. professional athletes and 3. roleplay freaks
stay with me here... ancient greek olympic roleplay over the summer at the cottage. maybe shane reads a fascinating book about the history of ancient sport, and he won't stop talking about it, and ilya jokingly mentions they should put on their own ancient olympics at the cottage. so obviously they go all out.
shane and ilya compete how the greeks would have: naked and totally covered in olive oil. they set up events like footraces, javelin throwing, discus throwing, wrestling on the lawn outside and make a day of it. the games feel so deeply unserious (everything smells faintly of olives) while also feeling like maybe the most important competition of their lives.
the juxtaposition between them both needing to win with the fact that the other is naked and hot and so fucking athletically competent makes it impossible to keep a straight face. the whole day is filled chirping, giggling, licking olive oil off the other and tumbling together for a quick fuck in the grass before jumping into the lake to clean off, reapplying the oil, and getting back to the games...
the winner gets an obscenely expensive historical replica laurel wreath, and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants ;)
some butch shanes
butch ilya
came across this frame while editing and guys... i am not okay
connor storrie for interview magazine
Shirt Ilya brings back for Shane from his girls trip to Napa
this post told me it's throat fuck thursday and I'm having mean dom ilya thoughts wherein shane experiences a momentary bout of brattiness, talking back where he'd normally just roll over and take it, and when ilya tells him he's going to shut him up with cock shane — naturally — couldn't be happier. that is until he sees ilya bringing out their fuck machine and setting it up in front of shane, who is kneeling on their bedroom carpet at ilya's command. ilya mounts one of their dildos — a modest 6-incher they once received by mistake — onto the mechanical rod, positioning it so it's in line with shane's lips. ilya? shane asks, voice wavering, and ilya says real cock is for good boys only. have you been a good boy, shane? and shane can't lie to ilya so through tears he says no and ilya says be grateful I am letting your throat get fucked at all. except the toy is small compared to what shane usually gets (not enough) and ilya sets the rod to thrust at a brutal pace, to a brutal depth, into shane's mouth (too much)—and the whole time ilya stands right by shane's head, stroking himself off against shane's cheek, watching tears and precum meet as he expresses his disappointment that shane forced him to forego his favourite hole tonight, because the hole thought it could talk back for a moment when the only thing it's meant to do is this (take cock).
anyway ilya comes into the hollow of shane's cheek and wipes it clean without letting shane taste it, even. and when shane is given a choice between coming now and getting to make ilya come properly tomorrow, he of course chooses the latter 💖
how blessed for there to be so many insanely talented people all obsessed with the same thing as me
just noticed shanes "ok" after ilya says "no, after" and its killing me for some reason?
okay last last foot thing everyone should go read distinct kicking motion by mcshrug
so uhhhh is this gonna get me in tumblr jail orrrr.......
hey do you want *checks notes* a fic of Shane Hollander getting off to the concept of getting his legs broken and becoming an attic wife? Also there's breeding kink? Y'all into that?
Shane and Ilya are definitely picking at each other’s acne
— room 1221
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