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Full Up
Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, E, 2.2k, complete.
dildo jealousy fic is here
Rozanov stares at him, then crawls up his body until they’re face to face, Rozanov’s tacky fingers on Shane’s jaw when Shane tries to look away. He tilts Shane’s face up until their eyes catch; holds him there. “You fuck yourself,” Rozanov says, “with a dildo bigger than me. How often?”
Situationship Era. Under-negotiated kink is present. Read on AO3.
Giorno Giovanna x Reader: Long nights [NSFW]
"Fuck off Mista." You growled as he tried to pull the book you were reading.
"Damn. Does Giorno get hurt when he's with-"
"I said. Fuck. Off." You stated once more.
He just sighed in defeat before rubbing the back of his head. "You kinda reminding me of Fugo ya' know? Always angry and all that crap. Are you guys twins-"
He's silenced when the door swung open. He looked pretty tired from the meeting he attended, surely it's hard handling an entire organization, especially when you're just 17, and still goes to school. "I'm...Home." He weakly whispered. It wasn't usual for him to look this tired. It seems like all energy left in him got drained out. You rushed towards him and lifted his head up to look at you. "I'm sorry to make you worry amore. The heat just got me bad."
"I'll go fetch some water for you." You offered as you rushed through the kitchen, getting a cold glass of water. You handed him the water as you assissted him to sit on the couch.
“Grazie amore. I’m very sorry if I made you worry.”
“So? How did it go?”
“Not as good as it should be...I was correct about my suspicions. There is a traitor, he tried to kill-“
“Bastardo! How dare they hurt you!”
“I just didn’t expect him to be a stand user as well, so it became a little difficult for me to handle.” He looked at you with a weak smile on his face. “Follow me at the room later.”
“So you two are about to fu-“ You hit Mista’s stomach with your elbow, which caused him to scream in pain. “What was that for?!”
“I’ll just go prepare you some meal okay? I’ll be there in a minute.” You whispered and kissed Giorno’s forehead, just as if you did nothing to Mista. Giorno went upstairs, the moment he went out of sight, you gave Mista a death glare. “Can you shut your horny ass up Mista? Before I fucking tattoo 4 over your forehead tonight!”
“Calm down satan what the hell. I’m just kid-“
“Kidding my ass! Just shut the fuck up for one second!” He looked away and about to say another word but you cut him off. “Stop being sarcastic you piece of shit!” You headed towards Giorno’s room with a tray of risolle and bruschetta. You turned the knob to see him untying his braids. “You really look tired.”
“That’s why I wanted you with me in private.”
“Wanna discuss about some things?”
“No...It’s far from that.”
“Eh?” You placed the tray on the small coffee table inside the room. “Then what is it?”
“We haven’t done...That thing yet, did we?” He suddenly held your hand and kissed it. “I’m just a man...I also have my needs...”
“Are you saying that...You wanna do dirty things with me?” He just smiled and nodded. “Well damn...I’ve been waiting for ages for you to make your move. Now let me get you relaxed.” You whispered before slamming your lips against his. He was shocked but slowly, he managed to keep up. ‘Is this his first time?’ You questioned yourself. You let out a squeaked when he pulled you closer to him, both your tounges danced in sync. You were both panting the moment the two of you pulled out. “A virgin huh.”
“Just shut up and take me amore.” He pinned your hands against the bed before attacking your collarbone which made you moan loudly. His hands were busy unbuttoning your top, the moment he finished, he massaged your breasts as he continued making out with you. You never knew he had this wild side...Hiding behind his beautiful angelic face.
He slowly removed your pants and fingered you through your cloth. Damn, was this really his first time? “Gi-Giorno...Don’t be so rough. It’s still my first time!”
“It’s my first as well...Don’t worry, you can always tell me if I’m being too rough.” He was shocked when you slightly held his shoulder to push him away. “Is there something wrong?”
“You’re tired. Let me do the work. Now get in the bed and let me pleasure you.” He didn’t do as you told him to. You were left with no other option.
You pushed him hard enough to fall on the bed. “It’s unfair! I can’t let you pleasure me!”
“69?”
He gulped at your suggestion, he was sweating, and to your surprise shaking as well. “Oh. Don’t tell me you’re gonna back out now.”
“Of course I’m not! I...Are you sure about this?”
“I wouldn’t get all naked if I wasn’t.” You whispered as you removed your top.
“You’re too beautiful mia amata...”
You didn’t respond, but instead you removed all the clothing that blocks his body. Once you were finished, you looked back at him with a smirk. “Do your best Gio-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence when you sensed his lips starting to tease you cunt. “Nghhh~Gio-Giorno!” You moaned out. You tried to calm yourself but each movement of his mouth...It drives you crazy. You took a grip of his growing erection before kissing the tip, running your tounge around his shaft, then ofcourse...Sucking it entirely.
“Your mouth feels so good~” He groaned before sucking your dripping cunt again. You pulled out for a moment to see how he was doing...Damn he was so good at this! His tounge wandering around your womanhood, suddenly hitting a sensitive spot inside you. “Ugh...Giorno~! I think I’m gonna-“
“I think I am about to as well! Take it amore! Take me!” With that said, you sucked one last time as the two of you reached your climax.
“How did it feel mia amata? Did you like it?”
“Goodness Giorno-! Is that even a question?!” You moaned.
He suddenly flipped you over. “I think I got relaxed...now will you let me do as I please?” You bit your lip and just nodded. He kissed your forehead before he soflty smiled at you. “Tell me when I need to stop okay?” He guided the tip of his member into your entrance before slowly sliding it inside you.
“Gio-Giorno~!”
“Am I hurting you?”
“M-move please...I’m begging you...” He held you hands tightly as he slowly thrusted in and out of your womanhood. “Nghhh~! Your cock feels so good Giorno! Ugh...T-too much pleasure Ah~!” Your moans were enough to keep him from going. He continued on pounding you, you both panted at each pause. “G-Giorno faster!” You wrapped your arms around him and clawed his back.
He suddenly hit the same spot from earlier causing you to arch your back. “Ugh~! Keep...Keep it going Giorno~!”
“Wha...What was it? I didn’t hear what you’re saying...can you repeat it for me?”
“F-Fuck me harder amore!”
“With pleasure mia cara.” He picked up the pace and fucked you roughly just as you demanded.
The two of you tried different possitions each round. It took the two of you 6 rounds. He slowly placed a kiss on your cheek before wrapping your body with a clean silk robe. “Wish we could do it more often mia amata.” He whispered to your ears as he panted. His heavy breath sending chills down to your spine.
“Well hell if it’s you then...” you slithered your hands over his bare chest, looking at him from head to toe before locking eye contact. “We could do it often...Even everyday, it doesn’t matter...As long as you’re the only one who feels my body...”
The alarm rang.
You woke up with Giorno not on your side. Although he left a note just under the lampshade. ‘I just went out to buy some groceries. Ti amo, be safe <3’
The door suddenly swung open and it was Mista. “Breakfast’s ready, oh and prepare for later.” He stated.
“The note-“
“Come on. Just hurry up and get down y/n. There’s some kind of event later night, so Giorno wouldn’t be here.” You were about to speak up when he interrupted you. “One more thing. If you’re gonna fuck, at least keep it down ‘kay? I barely got any sleep, the two of you were like wild animals who got out of a cage.”
Combat Medicine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, E, 4.8k, complete.
There are fewer pillows, now that Ilya sometimes spends the night. You don’t even like those ones, Ilya had said. It’s your bed. What is the point, if you do not like it?
sports medicine kink fic out now. pain kink, bruises, erotic electrostim. etc. please enjoy.
Read on AO3.
do unto others
Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Scott Hunter/Ilya Rozanov, E, 3.6k, complete.
Clean hands, that’s him. All-American, good mentor, generous, easy with the rookies, liked by the vets, great in the room.
I Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, but mind the Sexual Coercion and Internalized Homophobia tags. Here there be dragons, multiple and unspecified.
I wrote this for Candy Hearts Exchange and can finally talk about it now that the anonymous period is over. I'm thrilled with how it turned out.
Read on AO3.
Little More Close
Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, E, 2.2k, complete.
I slipped and wrote some consensual non-consent. Oops!
“Okay. You want to say no, you want to fight me. Pretty boy, all alone in his glass house. You want me to force you?” He didn’t need Shane to answer, really; Shane was fully hard against Ilya’s thigh and pink under his freckles. But it was best to be direct about these things. And he wanted to hear Shane say it, anyway. “I—yeah. Make me. Is that too weird?”
Warning loosely for CNC and under-negotiated kink. And episode 6 spoilers, I suppose. Read on AO3.
perhaps I should finish this
“I think you are lying about your dildo. Too much of a tight ass to ever let anything up here but me.” Shane laughs, clenching up around Rozanov’s fingers, and then shivers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Perv.” Rozanov’s lying between Shane’s legs, one thrown up over his shoulder, heel digging into Rozanov’s back. Rozanov’s lips and teeth on his skin. He uses too much lube on purpose, watching Shane blush, laughing at him. “Would I like it? If I had taken all of Shane Hollander’s innocence? Ruined him with my big cock?” Rozanov asks, licking up the crease of Shane’s thigh. “I think you like it.” Does Shane like it, that Rozanov is the first man who’s ever fucked him. The first dick he ever sucked, the first man, the only man; that he comes whenever Rozanov calls. That he jerked off over Rozanov at seventeen, eighteen, twenty-three. “You’re not even as big as—” Rozanov’s fingers still. “As big as who?” Shane’s face burns. Rozanov is a dog with a bone. Rozanov will—has, more than once—make Shane cry before he lets Shane keep something to himself. “My dildo,” Shane grits out, arm covering his face.
Veal
Heated Rivalry (TV), Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Scott Hunter/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/Dallas Kent. M, 2.1k, complete.
First part of an upcoming series!
And that’s true: Hollander is not going to complain. Hollander feels lucky to be there. If Ilya had thought at all about the Prospect Orientation Program—which he hadn’t—he’d have thought it was a stupid American internship program to teach future MLH players how not to be total fuckups. None of the scouts told him anything real, anything other than, it’s a great opportunity. Other than, anyone serious about the league applies as soon as they turn eighteen. Other than, you spend a year boarding with a respected, veteran player, and after that the league knows you’re worth the investment.
I've chosen not to warn, but be aware of implied sexual coercion. Mind the pairings especially. This fic is best suited for fans of winner's room as an institution. Read on AO3.
Edited to add: Thank you forever to @smugrobotics for COMING UP WITH THIS with me and playing in the sandbox and for the banner<3
hi! do you have any snippets of what’s happening on Shane’s end in the Proving Grounds AU that you’d be open to sharing? this au has taken over my mind i love reading abt my blorbos being put in well-written Situations, the trauma and angst potential is OFF THE CHARTS <3 thanks and nw if not!
wow it's crazy that you sent this over a month ago and I've been lazing around the whole time. sorry it's because I'm a slow writer. and stuff.
Kent does laugh. “Jesus, kid, call me Dallas. You make me feel old. Oh,” he says, and waves a hand at the door. “I was going to put a lock on, but I didn’t get to it last week. Let me know if you want one, okay?” “Okay,” Shane says, dutifully. “Dallas.” Kent grins at him. “We’ll talk more later. For now, just chill out. Happy to have you, dude,” he says, and turns. Leaves the door open behind him.
