My Precious Petal

[mymansmoon]

so I think sometimes, at the end of the day when they're both in bed and shane is sleepy and ilya isn't so much because he's more of a night owl than shane, ilya will bring shane close and kiss along his neck and move his hands over his body until shane is warmed up and hard against ilya's hip. then ilya will slick his fingers up so he can finger shane, nice and slow the way he knows will have shane arching and trembling in his arms. ilya will be kissing him but not as much as usual, moreso pulled back so he can gaze at shane's face as he works him up.

and when shane inevitably starts pushing his hips into ilya's hand, whispering "fuck me, please. please please fuck me. ilya" ilya will shake his head and hold shane tighter and say "I want to watch you" and shane will shiver all over and close his eyes, overwhelmed. he'll let ilya have it. let him just see. the flush that draws to the surface of his skin. the furrow of his brow that makes it look like there's nothing more serious in the world than his pleasure—which ilya believes, wholeheartedly. the wet, warm cave of his mouth as he pants and moans. occasionally, when ilya can bring himself to look down and away from shane's face: the appearance and disappearance of ilya's shiny fingers from and into shane's body, between his strong parted thighs, below his swollen beating cock.

but always always ilya will look up when shane is coming. shane's face in the moments he knows nothing but pleasure is the most beautiful sight in the world to ilya.

and when shane starts coming back down ilya will draw him as close as he can possibly get and hug him and kiss his face and say "thank you, moy lyubimyy, that was beautiful, you were so good" and shane will smile, warm, with his eyes closed, and snuggle into ilya's chest. when he reaches a hand down to touch ilya's cock ilya will grab his wrist and shake his head, "no, malysh, it's okay. I'm okay" because that isn't what this is about for ilya, and shane can return the favour tomorrow if he wants, but right now ilya is shushing him to sleep and ilya feels so full and happy from getting to have shane like this he could lift a mountain

[firstprinced]

pulling out here truther

[louisegluckpdf]

hey are y’all just straight lying about taz becoming heart-breakingly emotional? cause i’m like 20 episodes in and merle just dirty talked a plant

[louisegluckpdf]

nevermind i don’t remember what happiness is

[mina-logan]

[mina-logan]

Ilya flopped onto his back, shaking with laughter. He mopped at his forehead with the damp shirt he was holding.

“I almost let you win.”

“Liar.”

“The view was not bad. From behind. Almost worth staying there.”

Shane didn’t know how his boyfriend was able to speak in full sentences. “Shut up.”

“I like those little shorts.”

-TLG chap 1 pg.8

[gaynehollander]

Hudson Williams truly is the actor of all time because when Shane got fucked for the first time, that man visibly saw God.

[hudconvent]

its important that #myilya was a capital P capital B Party Boy. he’s recapping all of his wildest nights to shane who is shaking his head in disapproval but getting painfully hard at the idea of it all 🙂‍↕️ 🙂‍↕️

[hudconvent]

ilya: yea and then right before we left for the club sveta gave me a loose pill from her purse that we both thought was an adderall but it was molly. haha

shane (so hard he cant see straight): oh my god that is so irresponsible

[ilya-sweetheart]

Ilya: Okay everybody listen the fuck up!

Raiders: 👀

Ilya: My Jane said she will send me glasses pic if we win tonight!

Raiders who have experienced this before: Fuck yeah brother 😫🙏

Ilya: So I am not loosing to New fucking Jersey and missing a picture of my pretty Jane in her glasses!

The whole team realising oh shit he means business: Yes captain! 🫡

[argillaforma]

the whole boston team knowing about montreal jane and they think that ilya rozanov who can pull any girl he wants must have found a real baddie the way he keeps coming back for more and then hard cut to shane hollander on a friday night drinking tea and reading the same hockey book for the fourth time who when ilya texts him asking what are you wearing? texts back my new organic cotton pj set and ilya texts back i'm so hard tell me more

[mutinsfromthemoon]

i don’t think shane would EVER reprimand ilya in front of their friends. there’s no “walking him like a dog” in the ottawa centaurs group. it’s the opposite, ilya is a spoiled little shit. shane only says no to him in the private and it’s rare. he’s an ilya’s enabler. he letting his husband do whatever and it’s not like is the worst cus not only ilya is an adult he’s very thoughtful, intelligent, respectful and professional. he knows there’s limits, he probably put it himself. so yeah fics with that tag is very funny is for hahas and hihis but i don’t think it would ever be canon

[pregnanthudsonwilliams]

one day, after they're married and ottawa is having a great season and they've gotten another dog (or a cat) and the noise surrounding their relationship has gone down and everything feels perfect and they're finally living the life they never thought they'd get to live, ilya is going to have a depressive episode worse than he's ever had, so bad that shane is terrified to leave him alone even for five minutes. and ilya will wonder if he can have everything he ever wanted and still feel like this, then what is the point? what even is the point at all.

[rainbow-femme]

Ilya gains a little weight while they’re apart and he feels self conscious about it because Shane is so healthy, and for the first time in years he feels a little nervous taking his shirt off in front of him when they finally see each other again

Shane doesn’t say anything and Ilya looks up at him expecting to see judgement or disappointment or get an “I told you so” about his eating habits. Instead he sees Shane frozen halfway taking his shirt off, pupils dilated wide like a cat that just got a face full of catnip, actively reaching a 4th dimension of horniness heretofore unknown to science

[heylolita00]

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

I am thinking many thoughts about blue collar Ilya x millionaire hockey player Shane,,, I am thinking thoughts in the direction of how Shane's superiority complex crouches just behind his humble golden boy veneer,,, I am thinking about the intricacies of how a class divide would influence a relationship, specifically one that already plays with power dynamics,,, I am thinking about how much Ilya would enjoy knocking The Great Shane Hollander down a peg and getting him to beg for it,,, i am considering how much Shane would enjoy being forcibly brought to heel (despite his initial knee jerk shock and mortification at the prospect),,,

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

Walk with me people WALK WITH ME,,, okay so Shane in this verse is the undisputed best hockey player in the league. There is no competition. None. And of course he hams up the humble "Oh hockey is a team sport, I could never do it alone" schtick because athletes of colour can be talented but they can't also be cocky, that's too gauche. So Shane has to eat his humble pie and bow and scrape and simper to the press and downplay all his world shattering records and lifetime achievements.

But inside him is a slowly unfurling seed of resentment and smug superiority. He says the right lines for nondescript sound bites, he nods along to advice given by his coach at team meetings, but he knows the score: Shane Hollander is a generational talent, a sure fire Hall of Famer and nobody else can fucking touch him. And he hides this rapidly growing seed well - no one's called him on it yet.

Until Ilya. Ilya clocks Shane's shit immediately. And he is not impressed.

He calls Shane out on his smugly virtuous goody-two-shoes act. Because Ilya Rozanov knows a show off when he sees one. He sees how hard Shane is selling this Golden Boy act and he's not buying.

And Shane is FUMING. He is LIVID. How dare this absolute NOBODY talk down to Shane, like he's someone who can condescend to him. HIM!!! The Shane Hollander!!! Who the fuck does this guy think he is???

Ilya gets under Shane's skin like no one else ever has. He can't stop thinking about him and his cocksure smirk and his sharply knowing eyes and his broad shoulders and his massive arms and his soft curls and his -

And suddenly, Shane Hollander, who has to field interviews and brand deals and screaming fans daily, finds himself chasing the approval of the only man who ever looked at him and saw something lacking; saw something that could be improved.

And if there's one thing this Shane's been missing, it's a challenge.

[perotovar]

ilya rozanov appreciation week: day five favorite relationship: his friendship with svetlana ♥

Heated Rivalry (2025-) dir. Jacob Tierney

[upset-to-dead]

Ilya: If i died, I would want you to remarry

Shane: ...

Ilya: I want you to be happy, so don't close yourself off to new opportunities if I'm no longer there

Shane: ...

Ilya: Just remember the good times we had and maybe make some more good times, yeah?

Shane: ...

Ilya: Shane?

Shane: If you die, I will never touch a man so long as I live which won't be long at all

Ilya, bursting into tears: Oh thank god

[hrsocials]

.ninety-seven. i mean who hasnt!

[stabthroughme]

Ilya is the white woman who rescues "kitties" and "puppies" from the sides of roads only to bring them to vets who go "this is a mountain lion/coyote/cougar/lynx pup" and on one occasion that Shane will never let him live down "this is a bear cub".

Shane has the nearest wildlife sanctuaries/rehabs at the Cottage and in Ottawa on speed dial. They're on a first name basis with Ilya and most of them don't even know Ilya or Shane play hockey they're just "the Russian with the white woman animal whispering powers and his long suffering husband"

[whitenoisefanfiction]

Shane pinched his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, suppressing a heavy sigh as he reached for his phone. He was standing in the kitchen of the Cottage, the huge window letting in the natural light, painting everything a soft gold colour.

He had been at the Cottage for a grand total of three hours now, ready to start his relaxing holiday. Hell, the groceries he had bought hadn't even been moved from the stack of bags on the island counter where they had been placed haphazardly.

Shane had meant to deal with that as soon as possible but unfortunately, very foreseen circumstances had distracted him from his task and sent him running outside and into the chaos.

Opening his contacts, he flicked down to a very familiar number and pressed the call button, shooting an annoyed look towards the dining room table as he raised it to his ear.

The phone rang three times before it was answered with a soft hello.

"Hi Janice, it's Shane." He said, his tone curt, his eyes not leaving the scene before him.

He listened for a moment, hearing the reply.

"Yes, the holiday just started. We arrived today actually." He continued.

There was another pause. And then….

"I don't want to know who won the bet. I just wanted to let you know, it happened again."

Another pause.

"No. Not a Bear this time, thankfully. You don't need to send everyone out here. Just Marcel will do."

Silence for a moment as Shane listened. And then….

"A baby loon actually."

Quickly he raised a hand to stop an argument coming from the dining area.

"Yeah, he thought it was an injured duck."

Silence and then.

"Ok. Thank you Janice. We will wait for Marcel to arrive. Hopefully he hasn't named it this time."

Then Shane hung up the phone, his head dropping so he could stare at the device intently.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, he held it for a few seconds before slowly releasing it through his mouth.

Then he again raised his head to glare at the table. Where Ilya sat, mud splattered and cradling a thick towel to his chest. At his feet, equally mud splattered, her tail wagging, sat Anya. Thank God she was well trained enough not to start running through the place. As Shane stared, a small and incredibly ugly head popped out of the folds of fabric, looking around in confusion.

"You can't keep it, Ilya." He said pointedly.

Ilya threw him a disappointed look, his grip on the towel tightening.

"But Katya looked so cold and scared outside." He argued. "I couldn't just leave her. Not my fault she turned out to be an ugly, stupid wolf bird. Besides, Anya bonded with her."

Shane groaned and dropped his head to meet the cool stone counter.

"Ilya, God Dammit!"

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(This caught my attention, and I had to give it a go. I actually have written a lot more of this idea and was thinking of doing a full story but for the moment, here is a ficlet I wrote to procrastinate vacuuming)