shane coded ilya boy

nate // he/they // 21 // hr sideblog main: malewife-jeff-sadecki

[thenwearedecided]

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

[sm-baby]

[fuckrozanov]

almost just made an absolutely cursed hr spn crossover post but sometimes things just need to stay in the drafts

[fuckrozanov]

oh my god okay fine

[shanesjockstrap]

hollander derangement syndrome is real

[elwenyere]

Ilya Rozanov getting back to his CCM-shoot hotel room after hooking up with Shane Hollander and absolutely blasting "All I Do Is Win" on his 5th generation iPod nano.

[ilyasmole]

BRO I NEED THIS IN HD RIGHT FUCKING NOW ARE YOU KDIDING MEKNJHFIKSDMNHDJF

[shilyas]

[shanesjockstrap]

just posted my first heated rivalry fic! dragged and dropped heated rivalry into supernatural because i have #freewill

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84494006/

[boitterfly]

ilyorbits your shorb

[ivealwayssaidthis]

i dont like when shane is characterized as being a color coded spreadsheet super organized and neat guy. that's not him. he's in a pressure cooker of his own design but he pays people to do the admin for him. he pays for an interior designer and a stylist and a perfectly balanced meal delivery service. his mom manages his calendar. shane wants so badly to outsource control to someone else who can tell him how to be shane hollander. he does not have a fucking color coded spreadsheet

[mina-logan]

Risking my life posting this on here but what’s life without a little risk

[gaynehollander]

Ilya buys Shane a bottle of cologne during the situationship era. He doesn't admit that, of course. He would never admit to how long he spent spritzing scent strips, the long conversation he had with the sales associate about top notes, heart notes, and base notes, the amount of money he spent on that one bottle. He tells Shane it was part of some endorsement he did but that he thinks the scent doesn't really fit him; that it would work better on Shane. He convinces Shane to let him try it on him and the open desire, the hunger in Rozanov's eyes makes the world feel like it's tilted ever so slightly on its axis, like Shane's balance is a little bit off. He fucks him with an animalistic sense of urgency, nose buried in the crook of Shane's neck when he comes, teeth clamping down on the muscle of Shane's shoulder. Honestly, Shane is pretty sure he would have heard about any cologne brand deals Rozanov has but decides not to question it; he accepts the bottle anyway. He starts wearing it every day and the thrill of secretly wearing Rozanov's mark on him while going about his everyday life is nearly overwhelming. It feels like ownership and Shane doesn't know what to do with how much he loves that. Every time he meets up with Rozanov, he can see the exact moment he smells it on him and delights in how it drives him wild every time.

He starts rationing it more carefully when he sees the contents of the bottle dwindling. He dreads the day he will find it empty. Sure, he could buy another bottle but it wouldn't feel the same. It would feel like a poor imitation of the mark he's been proudly wearing in secret, right under everyone's noses.

The first time he meets up with Rozanov without wearing it, the reception is cold. He can feel the anger simmering under every word. He doesn't address it until he's pushed Shane to his absolute limits and it comes out in mean and harsh and accusatory comments that try to cover up how affected he is by Shane not wearing it; the worries about what it means that he's stopped. Shane is far enough gone by then that he admits he's been saving it; that he's close to running out. It comes out in oversensitive whimpers and half-swallowed whines as Rozanov's punishing thrusts punch the pathetic confession out of him. They don't discuss it further but, after that, Rozanov starts gifting him colognes with increased frequency.

By the time they're in a relationship, Shane has a whole shelf in his bathroom dedicated to his extensive collection. Whenever they go anywhere, Ilya will select a scent for Shane to wear. He will lovingly spritz him with it, breathing him in before they leave, and Shane preens under the attention. He can see it in Ilya's eyes, every time he catches a whiff of it, he can feel it in the way his arm tightens around Shane's waist. The quiet mark of ownership that lingers on Shane's skin without anyone else knowing that he bears Ilya's brand at his pulse points.

[shanesjockstrap]

abt to throw my glasses across the room he put. the ring. the ring is on. he put the ring beside his mothers.

[shanesjockstrap]

IM READING TLG rachel reid you are twisted and evil

[hermywolf]

we should talk more about rose landry. we should always talk about rose landry

[virginshane]

consider shane, in bed laying on high threadcount sheets, skin warm and pink still from the shower he just had, loose and relaxed and comfy, hair a little wet, clean white boxes briefs and white socks on…….:: have you considered this? ok then considered ilya rubbing him through the soft white cotton, watching a little dot of precum appear on the fabric, pink of shane’s dick shining through the wet white cotton now, ilya drunk on the warmth and fresh clean smell of shane, watching his thighs flex, him hump a little against ilya’s loose grip, breath hitching…… u considering?

[shanesjockstrap]

thinking abt hollonov and fall out boy once again....go listen to take over the breaks over and try your best to NOT think of hollonov. guarantee you cant.