WildWallerLou

29; INFJ; Fem; Demi/Bi insert something original and quirky

[currysideplate]

Just making use of my free will

Inspo🖼:The Meeting on the Turret Stairs

[scavengre]

i have quiiiite the backlog to post here

[shmeemin]

on each other's minds... 🩷

[em0grrrl]

Ilya fucking Shane from the back but once Shane whines out that he's close Ilya goes dead still and Shane's head drops with a cry.

"No, no, no don't stop please, please, please."

Ilya grits his teeth and uses his hands to spread Shane's cheeks apart wide, looking at his dick shoved inside of Shane's glistening hole.

"You can come," he massages the meat in his hands, hissing through his teeth, "But I want to watch you fuck yourself on me. Show me you want it." Shane whimpers, lifts his head back up and closes his eyes, furrowing his brows in concentration.

Slowly, he begins to rock himself back on to Ilya.

The expanding feeling of heat inside of him is so consuming.

His arms and knees are weak and his brain feels fuzzy.

A loud smack rings out as Ilya spanks him and Shane nearly crumples down again, halting his pathetic rhythm under the piercing feeling on his ass.

"Don’t stop.”

Shane manages to speed up and writhes around to find the angle he needs to hit the spot he was teased with before, trying desperately but he's so limp he can't go on.

He turns to look over his shoulder with glossy eyes and bites his bottom lip pleadingly, begging Ilya to take over.

Ilya spits out a Russian expletive and grips back hard on Shane’s hips.

“You need me, huh?” He grunts as he barrels deep into Shane, letting their bodies bounce off of each other under the momentum.

“Only me?” The skin of his hips make a slapping sound as they meet the flesh of Shane’s ass.

“Only I can make you cum? Mhmm?”

He’s speeding up now, finding the tender pinpoint inside of Shane like he always does, like he always knows exactly where and how Shane wants it.

How he needs it.

“Yes, yes, yes Ilya, yes-“

The boiling feeling inside Shane’s gut spills out onto the sheets below, and Ilya falls with him not long after.

Ilya’s slips out and lets the heavy weight of his body sink into Shane’s. He kisses his shoulders, his neck, his hair.

“So good for me.”

Soft tender kisses.

“But next time you’re going to finish like I ask you to.” His grin moves against Shane’s scalp, behind his ear.

Shane can barely muster up the energy to laugh or roll his eyes, but somehow he manages to before closing them and drifting off to sleep beneath him…

[firstprinced]

[domwitch2]

Cockwarming that turns into slow cuddlefucking that turns into a deep creampie that turns into cockwarming that turns into slow cuddlefucking that turns into a deep creampie that turns into cockwarming

[crystaltownnn]

[wildwallerlou]

Evil Car Sleep Powers

Ilya sat at the table with all 3 Hollanders and watched the love of his life, hockey Jesus, best-he-ever-had, Shane mother-fucking Hollander check his email for approximately the 293rd time in the past hour and then his eyes drifted over to the right and he found himself accidentally making eye-contact with David. David pointedly looked at Shane and then back to Ilya. Ilya attempted to make a combination of facial expressions and body gestures to indicate that yes, he agreed that Shane was very much not dealing well with all of his current stressors and, yes, he was doing his best to help, but all of his best Techniques™ for when Shane was this far-gone were decidedly not appropriate for his parents' company. Then, promptly cringed a little, as he realized that maybe these are not things he should be communicating, even entirely nonverbally, to Shane's father. When his eyes met back with David's, however, it did seem like said father had understood on some level, for better or for worse. Soon, Ilya received a text from David that said, "Insist on driving home and then use your power for good". Okay, whatever the fuck that means, David, thanks so much. Yuna looked up from her own email on her phone, and said, "Ilya, how would you feel about working with a farm-to-table dog restaurant?". This opened up a debate between all present for quite a while.

Later that evening, they were leaving and Shane somehow managed to look even more frayed and worn than before they got there.

"Moya lyubov," Ilya addressed him softly before he could grab the keys. Shane's eyes turned to his for a brief second and then landed somewhere around the tip of his left ear lobe, this was not particularly surprising or unusual. "I'm in the mood to drive, would you mind?"

For a moment, Shane looked at him with suspicion. "Just out of nowhere? You're not going to try to drag race again are you?"

"No, no", Ilya promised with a sly grin, "I told you, never again with you in the car."

This had Shane's frown turn grumpy in the right Angry Kitten way instead of the wrong, frayed, stress way for a full minute, which made Ilya extremely happy indeed. With full pout in his voice, Shane said, "You promised never again and that's it!"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure," He replied, tapping his lips thoughtfully, "Maybe it is the language barrier between us?"

Now Shane was VERY grumpy, "Ilya, I know for a fact-"

Before he could continue, Ilya rolled his eyes and grabbed Shane's hand from where it was rising mid-lawyer's opening statement. "Shh, shh, yes Malysh, I was only joking. I will not race like this, I'm just in the mood for driving, yes? What do you think, will my loving, wonderful fiancee give me this privilege to drive him home?"

He could see the war waging in Shane, wanting to argue for fun, having a difficult time thinking of anything other than all the terrible things he was stressed about, and also the softer thing that took over both of them constantly that couldn't not be extremely in love. A deep sigh racked through his body, Shane rolled his eyes, nodded at Ilya to grab the keys, and walked away to hug his parents goodbye. Ilya smiled, victory was sweet.

They got in the car. As Ilya adjusted his seat and reached to mess with the music on his phone, Shane said, dryly, "Do I even want to know what's going on right now? Are we acting like you're not being weird?"

Maintaining exemplary innocence, Ilya answered, "Kotik, I think the only thing you should be concerned with is what is going to happen to you when we get home."

Shane did seem a little suspicious, also a little horny now, but still very exhausted. "Alright, so we are pretending things are normal, I guess." Wanting to set him at ease, Ilya very naturally brought up one of the highlights from the hockey camp they had just finished and listened to Shane easily talk about it as he pulled down the driveway.

As the car got moving on the main road, he realized that Shane's voice was getting slower and softer. He glanced over with mostly peripheral vision and was rewarded with the sight of Shane nodding off to sleep mid-sentence about 8 minutes into being in a car in the passenger seat. Now David's cryptic message made a lot more sense.

Okay, a little sleepy time for stressy kitten, he thought, taking the long-way back. This gave him more time to plan the stress-release to end all stress-relief when they got back home. Ilya knew for a fact that he was absolutely using his powers for evil. He was married to hockey jesus, but he was hockey satan and that was very sexy, this was giving him ideas.

[shire-baird]

ilya rozanov on his knees with absolutely fucked up curls from Shane grabbing and twisting at his hair as Ilya edges him over and over again send post

[bugslibraryy]

Did you guys know what right now hollanov are cuddled up on the couch and Shane is curled into Ilya’s chest, back to the TV (he’d fallen asleep an hour into the movie), his socked feet pushed into the ankle of Ilya’s sweats. Shane fusses a little when the movie Ilya is watching has some loud explosions and he’s quickly grabbing the remote and turning it down.

His hand is smoothing down over the back of Shane’s head and he’s mumbling “shh sleep” as he’s leaning down to kiss kiss kisss the top of his head, rub his nose in a bit to smell Shane, lingering since Shane isn’t awake to swat him away. Ilya feels Shane’s hand fist into his tshirt where his hand was laying on his chest, and his thigh pushes in closer between Ilya’s before his boy is drawing in a big huge sigh and falling back to sleep. Ilya is smiling into Shane’s soft hair with his eyes sleepily watching the tv

[andatsea]

Still life.

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[dappermouth]

And then you had that dream again.

[hutsonwoolyums]

Ilya and Shane and orgasm denial, yes very hot obviously. But can we talk about Ilya and Shane and oh, that may have been one too many orgasms, actually? It’s just that Shane begs so sweetly, fuck me, fuck me harder, Ilya, please don’t stop, as if Ilya’s even capable of stopping. And after they collapse, sweaty and spent, Ilya has to mouth at the mess he’s made of Shane’s hole, has to get him off again while Shane swears and shakes above him. And even then Ilya’s too in love to leave Shane alone, so he wraps a loose fist around Shane’s cock and murmurs one more, just one more for me, sweetheart as Shane whimpers out a wrecked, I can’t, it’s too much, Ilya please, even as his cock start to twitch in Ilya’s grasp.

[martelldoran]

@bugslibraryy you simply cannot leave this in the tags

[lush--lush]

[comingatthecottage]

my half-formed thoughts that nobody asked for about the trope of shane hollander inventing bdsm out of his own beautiful mind and where that leaves ilya and his desire

to me shane pretty clearly does not know what power exchange is when they start hooking up, he hasn't even accepted that the concept of desire could apply to him and then there's gay sex and then there's kinky sex, it's too many layers all at once. but i do think the "montessori school of bdsm" idea is kind of charming, because they deserve to rediscover play with each other after being denied an actual childhood

but by extension #myshane is not really introducing specific kinks or ideas. i think what shane invents out of his own beautiful mind is the power exchange himself, is that he wants to obey and submit, that the things ilya does to him and the fact that ilya decides is the cornerstone of his desire and the one who is introducing specific kinks is usually ilya, because he's experienced and knows what he liked before. and also just because he is so much leading the way! watching the way they have sex in canon it is just very hard to imagine shane approaching ilya with a fantasy he wants fulfilled, at least not before they're in a very established relationship, at which point i do think they would probably have figured out what bdsm is. canonically it's ilya who is inventing things he wants to do to shane, not the other way around! where i see shane inventing new ideas might be in the intensity or the depth of the power exchange himself, but i dont really see any indication that he is searching for any kind of sexual experience other than doing what ilya tells him to

and not to yuck anyone's yum bc i have definitely been very delighted by some of the headcanons in the vein of shane hollander inventing x fetish out of his own beautiful mind but i do think it can verge on once again forgetting that doms actually do have a desire to dominate independent of fulfilling a submissive's fantasies; also that for some submissives (this is not some like one true way thing it is not in any way inferior to just want to be spanked rather than psychologically dominated i just do not think that is shane hollander) it's the submission that matters not the act

this is the end of my essay no one asked for

[theneighborcatarts]

hi hi Zukka

This was the concept sketch lmao… I think it’s worth mentioning

[crossnecklace]

shane accidentally conditioning himself to feel safest when he’s kneeling at ilya’s feet bc the second he got on his knees for ilya in 1410 he felt his brain turn off for the first time maybe ever. and so now he instinctively goes there for comfort regardless of context. completely unrelated does anyone hear a persistent buzzing in their ears