‘cause i might break

18+ blog he/him | stoner | queer

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

One of the few punishments shane hates: Ilya putting a pocket pussy in him and then fucking the pocket pussy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86434796

@scunthotter

My eyeballs spring out of my head and my tongue unrolls like a carpet and I start barking and howling and smashing my skull with a mallet like a cartoon wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon. MAMA MIA🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[goodmouthobviously]

Shane saying, "Fuck I'm scared," and Ilya saying, "Yes it's scary, but you're brave," and Shane kneeling at his feet while Ilya rubs the back of his head —they're talking about Everything here.

Shane's "not here" in the showers, and "not with Scott Hunter next door" in the hotel room, and "with who 😠" in Vegas before they go out on stage — he's afraid of hooking up & being found out, and he's afraid of never getting to hook up again. He's afraid of what Ilya can give him and what he can take away from him. He's scared because he's worked hard and has so much to lose.

And Ilya sees his fear and Allows it. Encourages Shane to feel it, endure it, while Ilya adds to it, and praises Shane for getting through it. Shane's fear is proof that he's vulnerable and real and every time he shows that part of himself to Ilya he's Allowing Ilya to do whatever he wants with it. Ilya hears Shane's "with who 😠" and 15 minutes later follows him into the bathroom, shrugs off ghosting him for six months, and responds to Shane's "what the fuck do you actually want from me" with a smug "I want you to suck my dick".

And what is Shane supposed to do? He's angry, he's upset, he's lonely and horny and sad. And he's scared that Ilya doesn't care about him anymore. And he yells back, "You suck MY dick" and he can't help it, there's a quiver in his voice, and he's showing Ilya his fear, his insecurity, his little skip of a heartbeat. It's a gift, really. A form of courage. And it fills Ilya with a kind of puffed up pride for Shane, his Shane, his brave boy. "Maybe ask nicely," Ilya tells him, and encourages him to give into his fear. And he does, Shane asks so nicely, with the sweetest double please.

Ilya gives Shane the gift of Fear and Shane says thank you, here is my neck, feel my pulse with your teeth.

[crossnecklace]

ilya voice don’t be fucking ridiculous we did not fuck on the team bus ……….. we were making love

[resounding chorus of groans of which shane’s is the loudest]

[crossnecklace]

spreading the good word of @ilyapasta

completely obsessed with shane being like “this is so fucking nastyyyyyyyy 😍” meanwhile ilya is one declaration of love from commissioning a statue in his honor. and the same thing is happening in reverse when they do bdsm mind you

[romantheromantic]

it's weird to me that people care if men watch lesbian porn or if women watch gay porn. maybe i'm just too trans/bi, but i just watch hot people. i follow straight couples and queer ones, trans or cis. all that matters is that the dom is mean and the sub is moaning

[hothockey]

Can we horny talking about the objectification of Shane Hollander? ❣️

always! :')))

what shall we talk about? how shane came out canonically as hole? how once he admits it, he leaps into it, no holds barred? how his image is built around his naked body the value of it to perform in front of cameras? how he is owned by hockey, by the crowd, by the flame in montreal, by the first hands to ever give him a taste of just how deep his desire runs and everything in his life builds around that complexity, that stress point that gives him everything he's ever dreamed of and locks him so firmly into performance?

how 'hole' is probably how he describes himself to ilya when he's deep down in subspace and it's not a performance at all? it's just a truth. just how he Wants. how he Needs. ilya cajoling, teasing, pinching, "so hard today. what are you? impatient? quick shot holly?" and shane just flatout bodies them both by saying 'i'm a hole, i'm your hole, please.' and what is ilya meant to do but fill him? again and again. and ilya's hand digs into shane's jaw and pries him open there and he orders shane, 'say it again,' and where do they go from there when shane does and admits that it's the only way he feels whole and complete and uncomplicated, with ilya inside him. what about if shane is flushed and shaking all over in the afterglow and ilya's hands press heavy on shane's head, his neck, his bruise spattered spine, as ilya whispers, 'i always want to be inside you. want to keep you on me. just pull you out and on like my favorite silk shirt. my hole. yeah.' and they clutch at each other noodle-limbed and aching for it, smearing lust between their heaving bodies while their flesh tries to catch up to their desire?

what about how that unlocks something in shane's stomach? and if they get carried away with it, playing with this revealed scope and slide into free use where shane gets to feel the reality of being ilya's in a whole new way and ilya gets to enact that ownership, that sublime, assured possession and never doubting that shane wants him, likes him best, is just for him?

or even how shane exercises his body as a tool in a whole new way because it means ilya can use him like a thing however and whenever he wants and just leave shane laying there either to use again? and how maybe shane is supposed to clean himself up, streamline the process for ilya: better than a pussypocket, shane, in ilya's pocket, self cleaning, begs just how ilya likes it, takes it just how ilya taught him to, a desire and a receptacle for ilya's desire that ilya molded out of clay and fire, no need to think, just need to be good, to be ilya's and follow the rules and be the best hole waiting for the best peg to slot in?

should we talk about that? :)))

[mymansmoon]

well I think hollanov get horny in the cens arena at some point and find themselves an empty room. shane blows ilya on his knees and ilya brings him back up to tug at his cock mercilessly, talking dirty to him in low hungry tones. problem is just as shane's reaching his peak a knock sounds on the door. "cap?" one of their teammates says, muffled. shane's eyes widen and his breath hitches and ilya's hand closes over his mouth. his other hand doesn't stop. oh fuck oh fuck— "ya!" ilya says, raising his voice to be heard through the door, still looking in shane's eyes. shane is trembling all over as the cens player says, "hey, hollzy with you? coach is looking for you both." "yes, yes, we were just discussing something. tell him we will come now." ilya adds only the slightest emphasis to those last two words, but shane's body catches onto it instinctively, and he comes. his eyes roll back in his head and his hips jerk up into ilya's fist as their teammate goes, "alright, I'm heading out after that. see you guys tomorrow." and ilya says, "see you," over shane's muffled noises. footsteps recede from the door and by the time they're gone shane is done, slumped against the wall, breathing hard. smiling dazedly at a grinning ilya and saying, "you fucking asshole."

[jewelcoatfish]

shane gives ilya free use on ilya’s birthday thinking it’s gonna be a cum dump situation like his own birthday and instead found ilya licking and sucking him all day. he woke up with ilya’s tongue on his hole teeth sunk into his ass. he lounges on the couch with ilya sucking his tits. he does yoga and ilya comes in to suck his neck while pounding deep inside him. he cooks dinner and was interrupted with ilya crowding him and sucking his mouth and tongue until they’re puffy and he feels hazy. they watch tv and ilya’s lying on top of shane chewing on his thighs and crawl up to taste his belly. they go to bed and ilya makes love to him while sucking on his armpits. his poor dick was ignored all day until after he came and ilya laps around it with his tongue giving it an obsence pop

shane wakes up the next morning with a million hickeys scattered all over his body

[hardlyhinged]

Soft mean dom Ilya who coddles and validates all of Shane’s wants but doesn’t let him act on them

“Oh sweetheart come here. I know is so hard, but you can’t cum yet. Yes yes, I know you think I am unfair, but this is what you need. I’ve got you, you’ll be okay. No more tears now, yes? Good, good boy. Now go on, keep grinding.”

“Malysh what is wrong? Oh you are uncomfortable? From mess in your pants? Oh no, I am sorry you feel that way. Must be so wet against your cock, sticking all around you, not able to get comfortable no matter how much you squirm. My poor baby. Hm? Change? No no no, you can’t do that. This is punishment remember. Is okay, I will help you be good.”

“Shane. Shane~ Ah, there you are. You were falling asleep on me baby. Yes, I can see, you’re very tired. Long practice and meetings after? Is too much isn’t it? Too busy, too many things you are expected to do, I’m sorry, but you can’t go to sleep yet. Yes, I know you are very sore. Yes yes, and you already came twice. But you have very pretty body, makes me want to keep using you. Is okay, I help you sleep after, I promise, just give one… maybe two more.”

“Hollander come on- hm? You do not want to go out? Why is that kotik? You are feeling overstimulated? Oh poor thing. Is okay, you can stay tucked against me, I do not mind. Yes, I’m sorry, you do still have to come. I know, so mean, am too mean my darling little baby. Yes, you deserve better, I’m so sorry for this. Just focus on breathing, I will hold you whole night. What about plug? Yes, it stays on highest setting, you know that. Now let’s go.”

“Open. Dorogoy, open. Shhh, shhh, don’t cry. Here, come here, put head here, right over heart. Shhh, just listen to beating. Breath solnyshko. There, is that better? So soft for me, my good boy. Okay, open now. No no, no tensing, just open. Yes, it hurts, I am sorry. I wish I could make you feel only good. Your poor hole, barely stretched enough for me and now needing to take another big cock. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Now open.”

[transfem-monarchist-laura-rolla]

[transfem-monarchist-laura-rolla]

also just so we're clear on what kind of manga this is, this is followed by the other girls forcing misora to show off her own in solidarity

[lucylehane]

Heated Rivalry, p. 236

[shanepervert]

shane voice what if i was a rookie and you were my captain and you forced me to my knees to suck your dick and then made fun of me for how eager i am to use my mouth on you and made me thank you for giving me your cum and maybe called me some really bad words as well

[shanepervert]

or what if you bent me over the locker room bench and made me spread myself wide open for you and you spit all over my hole and played with it until i stopped whining for you to stop and started begging you to please make me cum and then you came on my hole and left me all needy and humiliated

[smokey-ilya]

in case anyone wanted this as much as i did... here's part of their first sex scene without the background music 🥹

[bittersweetblasphemy]

Priest Kink less in the way of wanting to be dominated by a religious figure and more in the way that i drive a holy man to sin at my command and if he dares to try to repent i remind him in whatever way i see fit that he doesn't belong to god anymore.

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

Boston and Montreal are at the same club. They're at different tables, but they were all sat in the VIP section - it's a little more secluded, offers the facsimile of privacy more than anything - and the Boston boys are loud, loud enough to be heard even over the thumping bassline of the music. Loud enough for Shane to hear them from where he's sitting in the corner of his booth, nursing his drink.

"Okay, best lay. Go."

"Sorry fellas, I'm a gentleman - I don't kiss and tell."

"That means you have nothing to tell, Connors?"

"Suck my fat one, Lenny."

"And become your best lay? Pass."

"For me, it was twins. In Vegas."

"Yeah, their names were right and left, surname hand. Gimme a break."

"Ye of little faith!"

"Ey, there's nothing little about me, bud. Just ask my best lay - Laura Steeler."

"What, the chick from the car commercials?"

"Oh yeah."

"No wonder she was your best lay, Petey - she was the only one of the poor girls you picked up who could act."

Raucous, jeering laughter drowns out Peterson's objections. It doesn't drown our Marleau's voice, clear and sly:

"We all know who Rozanov's best lay is."

Like they'd rehearsed it, the Boston Raider's all cry out in lilting sing-song unison: "Montreal Jane!"

Shane stops breathing. His skin goes hot, then cold, prickling, his hair standing on end. There's no way. He must have heard it wrong, there was no way-

"Now why are you limp dick losers talking about my best girl?"

Shane has to shut his eyes. This is not happening, surely. Ilya Rozanov is not swaggering up to the next table, calling Shane his - his -

"Ayyye, Cap. We were just talking about our top fucks."

"Ah, I see. You all had nothing to offer so you had to talk about my conquests, I understand."

Boos briefly follow.

"No but seriously, Cap. Yours has gotta be Jane, right?"

Rozanov hums, slow, indulgent, like he's savouring something. "Mmmh yes. My Jane."

Some catcalls follow, lurid. Shane's pulse is in his throat, thumping thumping thumping. He stares out into the throng of writhing bodies on the dancefloor, unblinking.

"Yeah okay so you love banging this chick, but that still doesn't answer the question: what was your best fuck with her."

Rozanov's laughter is rolling, incredulous. "This I cannot answer - no, no it is true!" He adds when he's met with crows of denial, "My Jane, she is always surprising me. She is crazy for my cock. You would not understand what this is like, for a girl to want your dick so bad she is biting your belt buckle."

It's like getting shoved in the solar plexus, hard. Boston's jeering rises but it doesn't dim the memory - they hadn't seen each other in weeks, and it was coming off of summer besides, and Shane had felt like he was on fire, like he'd die if he didn't get Rozanov's cock inside him now now right fucking now, and in his desperate rush, mouthing his way across denim, over Rozanov's zipper, he'd clipped his teeth against -

"I call bull. No way she's that easy for it."

"Oh, but she is," Rozanov's voice is inescapable, like he's whispering straight into Shane's ear, "I go to eat her out and I can already work three fingers inside - she opened herself up for me in the shower because she needs it so bad."

That's not fair, Shane thinks dizzily over Boston's whooping, that wasn't the same night as the belt thing.

Ilya is still talking, rapturous now:

"- but it does not matter if she does not open herself up before I get there because the way this girl gets wet for me? Oh my god, she is like - like faucet, just dripping, always, making a mess in her little panties -"

And suddenly Shane is standing, uncaring if the movement is obvious through the dim lights of the club. He's weaving, stumbling his way to the bathroom. Jesus, people probably think he's wasted what with the way he's walking, but he doesn't care, he doesn't care about anything apart from getting behind a locked stall door right fucking now.

When the lock clicks shut, Shane is scrambling for his pants. He's so hard he's throbbing, hot to touch. And he's - he's dripping, all down his shaft, down to his fucking balls, making a mess of his -

Panties, Shane hears in Rozanov's indolent drawl, and he puts his fist in his mouth and bites down, hard.

It's enough to muffle his noises, if not the shwick shwick shwick of his hand jacking his cock.

It's enough so that he doesn't miss the door handle of the bathroom turning.

Shane's hand doesn't (can't) stop working, neck arching as it flies over his dick, but he's not worried, not really.

He already knows who's walking in.

[kawaiivomiting]

feeling gross is like feeling embarrassed which is basically like feeling aroused

[mrhollanov]

When you remember u have a humilation kink

[shanesbeautifulmind]

i do believe they try free use but find that it’s not so different from their usual sex life actually. ilya fucks him whenever he likes and shane is always like yay yippee

so ilya invites svetlana over one weekend

which changes everything

suddenly ilya is exclusively speaking russian, there are plenty of important hosting tasks to interrupt, svetlana is watching them

and shane, for the first time, feels used

he’s reduced to an object, good enough to pour drinks, good enough to bend over the counter while prepping snacks, not good enough to acknowledge otherwise

he’s not allowed to speak, not allowed to make eye contact with svetlana, and not allowed to come

his name pops up in conversation often, but they barely glance at him even when he’s making needy little noises, even when he’s choking around ilya’s dick

when ilya comes in his mouth, he casually turns to svetlana and says “you want?” and svetlana very politely goes “oh i’m good for now, thanks” and shane nearly comes in his jockstrap

the nonchalance around sharing him with others, turning down his services but with the threat still looming is sort of a triple hit on shane’s dick

i just think my shangel deserves the full experience <3

[blanklier]

shane laying facedown on the dock at the cottage, soaking up the sun, and ilya walks up to him to tug his swimsuit down and kicks his legs apart to look at his hole. he goes into the water. shane stays exactly how ilya left him.

[blanklier]

the tpe cottage is so Real to me. you understand. they could have had guests over and it wouldn't have mattered. if ilya wants to see shane's hole, he does. if he wants shane to spread his legs and stay with his hard dick pressed against his towel, suddenly aware of the sweat covering him in a way that sunbathing usually distracts him from, then he does. and when ilya comes back, he might decide to take shane's swimsuit with him. maybe he'll just tell shane that he's doing him a favor- after all, he has so many photoshoots, surely it'll be easier for them if he doesn't have tanlines? and shane will lay there and let him, floating blissfully.