#daddy ilya

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

YES that sickly sweet way of babying shane + getting him to do what ilya pleases is sooooo daddy ilya . 😍😍😍

If I knew anyone would Get Me, I knew YOU would get me 🤝🤝🤝🤝

Liiiiikkkkke,,, that specific kind of cooing praise and the use of pet names, all with that patronising tone that nonetheless has this air of total authority,,, Ilya is being nice about it, but it's so clear: what he says, goes. ITS SOOOOO DADDY CODEDDDDD 😫😫😫😫😫😫🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 WHEN I SAY I WANT DADDY KINK THIS IS WHAT I MEANNNNN

[solarlotus]

Thinking about Ilya getting an injury that could put him out of hockey. He's 35 and Shane and Yuna are drawing up rehab plans with the best physios and trainers.

But David comes to Ilya one day, after he's been fed a plate of steamed salmon and vegetables on the sofa, his knee still heavily strapped and gives him a cookie. Tells him it's ok if he doesn't want to have the surgery and do the physio to get back to NHL level hockey.

Ilya's so relived, he has tears in his eyes. Nobody has ever told him it's ok not to be a hockey player, that there are other things he could do. Ilya tells Shane later that day that he does want the surgery, but not so he can play hockey again. He knows at his age and after this injury he will never be the same player again and he'd hate it. Besides, if he's not playing hockey they could adopt and that's what he really wants, to be a father.

Shane is shocked at first, he can't imagine choosing to walk away from hockey, not yet. But then he sees how excited Ilya is, sees him with their friends' children and Anya and knows that more hockey will not make Ilya happy.

Fast forward a year and they have adopted twin girls. Ilya is happier and more tired than he's ever been in his life. Yuna brings him offers for brand endorsements, interviews, a hockey podcast, but all Ilya wants to do is be with their babies.

Might write this one day if I can summon the energy!

[drunkboyilya]

Talk dirty to me in Russian I am fucking BEGGING you.

[drunkboyilya]

Not Here

Ilya x Reader

Request: “Maybe on a night out, he takes you to the bathroom? Cause he can’t take his hands off you” by @brandiilynnx here u go bb sorry it took a few days!

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Ready for a little night out, you threw on something comfy but cute, hoping to get something out of Ilya later on. When you walked into the kitchen to let him know you were finally ready, Ilya’s face lit up with the goofy grin you fell for in the same bar you were about to meet Dima at. He walked over to you extending his arm to pull you in, “looking like an angel as usual,” his sentence is punctuated with a kiss so slow and deep he immediately had you wrapped around his finger. “K lets roll,” he steps toward the door quickly, leaving you disappointed, wishing you had time to have a little more Ilya time.

Ilya begged you to drive so he could control the music, and you did. There’s no way you’d tell the boy no, he had the biggest puppy eyes in the world. The whole way across town Ilya couldn’t keep his hands off you; tickling your thigh, touching your lips, playing with your hair, and you were eating it up. “If you don’t figure it out now it’s going to be a long night, love” you tease. He giggles in response and keeps his hands to himself the rest of the way there. You couldn’t help but be a little excited the night was going according to plan.

At the bar you greet Dima and some other guys they work with, but quickly part ways with them so you can be with your man. A few drinks in Ilya already has the look in his eyes that you fantasize about, he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth and slides over to you with a fuckboy grin. He doesn’t say a word before pulling you into another hypnotic kiss, he felt so close to you. One hand on the back of your neck, the other around your waist holding his drink, he was pressing you against his chest, and you could feel the thick bulge in his jeans. He slid his tongue along your lips, as eager as a child knocking on the door of a friend with an invitation to play. You nipped at his lip and pushed him away, “not here, kitten,” you purr. He had a mixed look of devastation and authority in his eyes, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to submit, or step up to the plate. Eventually he nodded and adjusted himself in his pants before walking off to find Dima. You took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit.

In the bathroom the music was still loud but muffled a little. You washed your hands and checked yourself out for a few seconds, adjusting your skirt and perking your breasts, being extra thankful it was a single person bathroom. You grabbed your things and headed for the door when you hear an aggressive knock. You open the door to exit and apologize, but your immediately stopped in your tracks by Ilya, who looked even better than he looked 5 minutes ago. He stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it too. He approaches you slowly, holding deep eye contact as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans.

He was radiating the type of dominance you hadn’t seen in a few weeks, so it was safe to say you were already dripping.

“Bend over the sink,” he demands gesturing toward the mirror with a finger, using the other hand to adjust his hat. You obey, hiking your skirt up before bending over the sink, never taking your eyes off of him in the mirror. The sight of your black lace panties sends a wave of excitement through his body causing him to slap the exposed skin on the back of your thigh. “Fuck! Yes!” You encourage his actions, hoping for praise. “That’s right,” he coos, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” You not in agreement “again daddy, please,” you beg him to do it again, but he just shakes his head no, and turns you around to face him, pulling you in for another kiss. “Not here, kitten,” he mocks you.

[drunkboyilya]

Dying from lack of Ilya lately so here are a few of my faves🥴

[drunkboyilya]

I’m a slut for Ilya’s hair.

That is the mood for today, please accept me.

[drunkboyilya]

Mari ( @ctrlddobrik ) and I had a hoe moment the other night and I haven’t been able to let it go, so I’m sharing.

Imagine you’re at Ilya’s apartment in Chicago with him and Corinna just hanging out. There had been an obvious sexual tension all night but no one was willing to act on it. Somehow you get into the conversation of everyone’s kinks, and you share with the group that you’re really into thigh riding. They both laugh but Corinna is quick to agree with you, and you guys talk about the materials that give the best feeling. You hop off the chair and head over to where Ilya sat, fully engulfed in you and Corinna’s conversation. You slide your hand up Ilya’s thigh, feeling the material of his jeans. “This is my favorite, honestly,” you look back at Corinna and wink. She reads you loud and clear, and seeing the look on Ilya’s face she was more than happy to go along. “Oh my god me too!” She walks over and rubs his other thigh. The look on his face was priceless, eyes darting back and forth between you two, waiting for someone to do something. Finally he speaks up, “I’ve never t-tried it before,” your hand travels further up his thigh to the bulge in his jeans and apply a little more pressure. “Do you what to?” Corinna’s eyes are darker now, filled with lust and excitement. “Please,” you giggle at his obvious impatience and nod, letting him know you were more than fine with the idea. Both you and Corinna stand up, sliding your sweats off and throwing them to the side. You and Corinna had a history, you’d hooked up a few times but no one knew that. She walked over to you and pulled you in for a deep make out session, taking Ilya by surprise. After a few seconds he grows restless watching the two of you but not getting any action himself, so he lets out a few soft whimpers hoping to change that. You obey his silent demands, taking Corinna’s hand and approaching the pouty boy. Corinna is quick to give him the same attention she was giving you, grabbing him by the jaw to guide his lips to hers while you sucked deep purple hickey on the little bit of collar bone that was exposed. His moans were loud and drawn out, he never imagined his pleasure would be at the hands of you and Corinna like this. You found your sweet spot on his thigh, grinding down on him and throwing your head back at your favorite feeling. The sweet sound of your moans filled Corinna’s ear, bringing her attention over to you again. She found her pace too making eye contact with you. Your moans were in sink now, driving Ilya mad. “Make out again, please,” he begs and attaches a thumb to each of your clits rubbing tight circles. You happily obey, pulling Corinna again for a yet another make out, this time more desperate, crashing teeth together and biting lips. You could tell by her breathing she was close to finishing, and honestly you weren’t far behind. “Cum for me kittens,” Ilya demanded, hewas starting to feel a little more comfortable with expressing some dominance. It worked, both you and Corinna finished on his thigh, soaking his jeans. “Holy shit, that was so hot,” he praises his girls.

[drunkboyilya]

Also in my quest to find him speaking Russian I *came* across these gems🥴