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🧿let's go🧿
⚡️I'm Sasha⚡️
he/him
writing🖤filming🖤acting🖤sports
🖤 @ilyasaintroz's boy🧿he's mine 🖤
current fandom: that gay hockey show🏒🔞
⚡️asks&dms open, let's be friends⚡️
🥊be kind🥊
"So how's jerking off?" "Ma'am I'm at my parents' house." "So constant? Endless?" "Hah. Pretty much."
Oh I'm suuuuure. Shane with his broken clavicle and Ilya with his bruised ribs were absolutely just having the weirdest phone sex that you can possibly imagine. Shane is propped up on seven different pillows because it jostles his collarbone too much if he doesn't stabilize himself on Mount Fluffmore before he starts jerking it--with his NON DOMINANT HAND to be clear. Half of Ilya's hisses are from arousal and half are from pain. They are equally hot. At one point Shane's shoulder slips and he grunts, "Oh fuck," and Ilya's arm (Hand and dick out of frame because Shane once again asked to see his face. But he can hear everything he needs. Fwip fwip fwip) speeds up and he goes, "Oh God. Are you coming? Did you come?" and Shane is like, "No I moved my shoulder wrong fuck" and he's readjusting the pillows (it's a process) and Ilya is still, now just watching, remarkably patient, and Shane says, "You can, uh, keep going," and Ilya says, "No, I can wait," and then Shane settles and Ilya tilts his head and asks Shane to lift up his shirt and show him his tits because he misses them and Shane still has some bruising and honestly it's kind of gnarly but Ilya turns his camera and shows Shane the bloom of bruises up the side of his body and Shane hisses and says, "Fuck that's hot," and Ilya says, "Show me yours," and so Shane's good arm is occupied with holding up his shirt for a little while as Ilya jerks off to his bruise and his armpit hair and then Ilya says, "Touch yourself touch yourself let me see you come," and then Shane does and the pillows slip again while he's coming and the sound of his groan tips Ilya into the kind of full-body-crunch orgasm that jostles every single one of his bruised ribs and they're both saying owww and coming and saying oh fuck ow and coming.
And Shane, who's still catching his breath, says, "Wow, so this is what we could have had if we'd been hooking up during playoffs all these years," because that's the one thing they've always avoided through mutual unspoken agreement. He says this meaning it to be sarcastic but, in the dark of his bedroom with the sound of the lake out the window and Ilya's breath over the speaker, it comes out far too earnest.
And Ilya's, "Mm, yes," is sweet and low and Shane presses a hand to his bruises and imagines it's Ilya's and he can see Ilya's hand moving up and down the bruising on his side and wonders if he's imagining those touches to be from Shane.
And he wants. And he wants.
it's not as boring as he anticipated - staring at the fire. it's nice, even. they're shoulder to shoulder and shane is solid against every point: tricep, elbow, hip, knee, ankle. his hand is on ilya's thigh as he tells him about how his dad took him camping when he was 8 years old and taught him how to build a fire.
"ah, so you are arsonist," ilya says, swinging away from the dancing flames to grin at shane, who, predictably, scowls at him. "should i be worried? imagine the headlines! boston star center dies in mystery fire. would be scandalous."
shane's elbow finds ilya's ribs. they're sharp, sharper than they have any right to be, and he wonders how it's taken him 10 years to notice.
"fuck off, city boy." shane tries to keep his scowl in place. he tries, but it transforms to a crinkly eyed smile that catches ilya in the stomach.
but it's easy to fall into familiar habits. they tussle, breathless and buoyant, until shane pulls ilya to his chest and they settle. the fire licks into the darkness. it twists and undulates, and ilya loses himself in the white heat of its center.
"i never went camping," he says eventually as the cherry red glow of the logs shift to ash. "i wanted to but -" he makes a broad sweeping gesture with one hand "-my parents."
as if that explains anything at all.
he slides further down shane's chest and the steady ba thump ba thump of his heartbeat echoes in ilya's every pulse point. if it was possible to tether himself to it, he would.
shane is silent for a long moment, the sweep of his thumb along the bare strip of skin at ilya's waist sending goosebumps up his spine, but then:
"we can go." and he says it easily. he says it like the foundation of this thing they're building isn't fragile. "i know a place. it's - uh - i think you'd like it."
ilya swallows past a lump in his throat and hums. he swings his legs up onto the loveseat to settle his head fully in shane's lap.
"yes, i think i would too," he admits quietly, and doesn't add that he'd like anywhere so long as they were there together.
Are you and Tony still together? Is everything okay with you two? Your profile picture and bio are completely different now.
🧿Always and forever🧿
We both are coming back and wanted to make our blogs more reflecting us, real names and all (hence my bio; he has a new blog @ilyasaintroz )
Thank you so much for sending the ask❤️🔥
Hey! Hope you’re doing well :))) I know it’s been a bit but I want you to know I still check out your blog every little bit, even if you don’t post I just love scrolling through it and sometimes rereading TIFB
Hiii! Thank you so much, it's so nice to come here and see this🥹❤️🔥
I'm coming back with new content, more writing, and a different fandom🏒
Are you and your Daddy okay? My dash misses you 💔
We're coming back friend❤️🔥
His blog is @ilyasaintroz now🖤
Me, coming back here with a whole new vibe, answering asks from like dinosaur era and preparing to post new stuff
Okay why do nobody ever mentions this LAB DAY IS CANON
The message: Swing by the tower, got some new upgrades you should see
(This pic is one of the civil war promo images)
OH MY FUCKING GOD-? WHY I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS ! ! !
HOLY SHIT?!😨😳😱
I came across three photos in a row on Pinterest.
@definitelynottony
my touch is black and poisonous 🕷
Peter entering Tony's room with breakfast on a tray.
Tony: "What trouble have you caused?"
Peter: "It's 6am. I just woke up and made breakfast"
Tony: "You smell like smoke."
Peter: "On that note, I know how you like to watch the morning news, but l'd recommend against it just for today."
Quote by: @akwardsilince
tony stark + suits
anonymous request: "peter not realizing the effect he has on tony by being cute and tony is just dying"
small town, everyone knows everyone. peter is back in his home town for the summer before going back to college. but, most of his friends are elsewhere, and there is no one to have fun with.
until, peter finds out they got a new sheriff in town in the spring. and peter makes it his summer mission to seduce the new sheriff tony stark
Add here some supernatural mystery and you get a Stranger Things Starker AU of sorts @professional-benaddict 👀
i swear this is the hottest daddy x twink exchange i have ever seen in my entire life and no i will not shut up about it
Gif #2 is my favorite😈💜
Tony tying Peter up and hitting him with various objects while Peter has to guess exactly which object just struck him
The first few floggers, belts and whips might have been comparatively easy, but the rawer Peter’s backside felt the harder it was to guess the differences in the objects
What happens when Peter guesses wrong?
Daddy’s baby 💪✋😏
Cr: gosancent