May 11
Shane in the fic I am posting tomorrow.
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Shane in the fic I am posting tomorrow.
Such A Pretty Face (On A Pretty Neck) | E | 14.4k
"You are not the only one who enjoyed it," Ilya reminds him, trailing kisses up the outside of his arm. "I am curious. About how much of this you will let me have. How much you will let me take." He makes it to Shane's neck, nips lightly at his pulse when presented with a bared throat. "It should not make me so crazy. But it does."
And Shane - Shane can't really argue with that. He knows that Ilya delights in finding Shane's sexual boundaries and seeing how far Shane will push them. He knows that he derives equal pleasure from it every single time, no matter how initially hesitant he feels.
It makes it much easier to say, "Okay, yeah."
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It started with a simple remark during a daily chore. Neither of them could have predicted how much it would grow from there.
or, Ilya and Shane stumble upon a shared interest in feminization kink. This is how it plays out.
Thank you to @porcelainmortal and @anincompletelist for tagging me! I know it's Thursday, but better late than never, I guess.
This is from the untitled WIP I just started today/tonight. It's 100% unedited/not proofread, so don't look too closely.
The premise is "Shane struggles with anxiety/autistic burnout and needs an intense D/s scene with Ilya to reset." The snippet I'm sharing is towards the beginning from Ilya's POV:
Ilya sets his bag down in the foyer before bending down to untie his boot laces. He hears the familiar cadence of Shane’s footsteps approaching and smiles to himself.
“Hi, moya lyubov,” Ilya greets. “How was practice?”
In lieu of a response, Shane lowers himself to kneel directly in front of Ilya with his feet tucked beneath his thighs. His hands rest on his thighs where he nervously flexes his fingers, causing Ilya to peer at him questioningly.
“May I?” Shane asks quietly, looking at Ilya’s hands.
The question causes a brief moment of confusion for Ilya.
‘May I?’
Ilya peers down at his own hands, holding onto the ends of his laces.
Oh.
It’s like a lock gliding securely into place. Ilya slowly stands up straight. Shane remains on his knees, waiting for permission to touch Ilya, for the signal that Ilya is on board.
The slight tremor of Shane’s hands betrays just how badly Shane needs this. It’s as if Shane is starving and Ilya is the only person who can sate his appetite. Ilya moves one foot forward towards Shane’s knees.
“Go on.”
Since this is super late, I'm just no-pressure tagging a few mutuals - consider this an early tag for Sunday or just an excuse to share your WIP no matter what day it is! I wanna see what you're working on.
@typing-in-the-stars @bitbybitwrites @books2beach @eusuntgratie @probablily @eleadore @hollanovshome @octaviaabadassblakee @unseemlyndisturbed and anyone else who wants to share a snippet!
Thank you to @octaviaabadassblakee for the tag! It's been quite awhile since I've shared a WIP for Sunday Sentences. Fortunately, I happen to be working on one right now based on this fun Twitter prompt:
"A CNC game where they switch "no" to “yes” and "yes" to “no”. So any time Shane slurs an "oh yes" Ilya stops whatever he's doing but when he cries "no, no, no" Ilya fucks him harder and harder.”
Anyways, here's a snippet from the introduction:
“Fuck, Ilya, keep going,” Shane slurs, drunk on the delicious pressure of Ilya’s fingers against his prostate. When Ilya swiftly removes them, Shane whines at the loss. Ilya smirks at him, pulling away completely and not saying a word.
“Sorry, fuck, I forgot,” Shane huffs, rolling onto his back and sitting up in bed. They’ve barely started, and Shane’s slipped up twice already. “It’s hard to keep track.”
“Is simple,” Ilya says. “You say ‘yes’ for ‘no’ and ‘no’ for ‘yes’. You beg me ‘keep going’ and I hear ‘stop’. Is just opposites, malysh.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Shane grumbles. “I’m the one who has to remember.”
“Poor Hollander,” Ilya taunts. “If it’s so much trouble for you, we don’t have to do it.”
“Wait, wait,” Shane says hurriedly. “I can do it. Please, I swear.”
“If you’re sure,” Ilya replies. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Ye-no - no, I mean, no,” Shane answers. “I don’t want this.”
Ilya smiles, pushing Shane’s chest and positioning himself over his body.
“Good.”
WIP Wednesday
I haven't done one of these in awhile, but I got an ask this morning about sharing a snippet. So here's a quick snippet for WIP Wednesday.
This untitled one-shot consists of Hollanov trying out bondage for the first time during their early situationship era. The vibe is sort of similar to another fic I wrote set during the same timeframe.
Ilya flips Hollander onto his front and maneuvers him until his face presses against the pillow. He takes Hollander’s wrists into one hand and places them over the small of his back. When he lets go to retrieve the tie, he’s absurdly turned on to see Hollander leave his hands right where they’ve been placed.
“So good,” Ilya murmurs as he binds Hollander’s wrists together again. He doesn’t fully realize he’s spoken until Hollander whines in response, a pitiful sound coming from the back of his throat. The noise shoots straight to Ilya’s cock, making him close his eyes for a moment as he takes a deep breath.
He finishes binding Hollander’s wrist, satisfied when he checks his work and finds the fabric snug and unyielding. The deep blue shade in contrast to Hollander’s pale skin does something indefinable to Ilya, and he’s hit with the overwhelming need to bury himself deep and take, take, take.
It's nothing fancy but it's better than nothing, right? Since it'll be fairly short, I'm hoping to post it this week.
I left the above comment on this post by @creamsiclemelt about the concept of Hollanov partaking in a gangbang, and I’m putting it here for accountability and/or gauging interest, I guess.
I’ve had this loose idea for awhile now but I was like
a) “surely no one else would be into this”
b) the logistics of it were hard to describe
…but once I yapped in that comment it suddenly seems so much easier to map out. So, it’s been added to my Idea List and I am going to write the fic eventually. 🙂↕️
The “Ilya quits smoking through the powers of reverse cockwarming and free use” WIP is now at 4.2k words and should be up on Wednesday.
It got quite a bit longer because I decided to end it with a “Shane and Ilya go back to regular free use once Ilya successfully quits”. And it’s just like a montage of free use scenes because I couldn’t settle on one.
Oops? I had zero plans to include the traditional version of free use in this fic but here we are. 🙂↕️
Writing cockwarming being performed as an act of dominance with the recipient being the submissive partner is much trickier than I thought.
But I'm so fixated on this idea that it's worth the challenge. Ilya is really going to put Shane through it, but what else is new?
I'm making some progress and might share a snippet if I feel like any of it is worth keeping/reading.