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okay so transmasc shane laying bed all hard and wet and desperate but cliff and ilya are so far away and shane is stuck alone in montreal while they're god knows where so he's crying fucking his ass with his dildo and shoving fingers in his mouth but nothing feels like them. it's not the same as ilya fucking his mouth with his fingers and playing with his tongue while cliff fills his ass and plays with his dick. he's got the memory of them cooing at him and calling him their good boy and saying how good he takes it playing on repeat in his head. the phantom feeling of cliff's warm hairy chest against his back, of ilya's hand playing with his tits, but they're not here and it's not enough and he can't help it so he opens their group text and desperately sends a voice note begging for them crying about how nothing feels good and he's so empty and he wants to come so so so bad fuck cliif ilya please please i wanna come so bad 'm so empty need you both to touch me to fuck me fill me up please i'll be so good i miss you so much love you love you both baby make me feel good please and cliff and ilya (let's say they're both still in boston for now idk i do not care about timelines) are together in their hotel room, just came back from a game, and they're laying in bed together, playing the voice note and fuck our shanya is so sweet for us so desperate i bet he's so hard and his pussy is so wet right now marley fuck and cliff just groans and pulls ilya close to grind with him voice rough and low fuck yeah i know baby our poor sweet dollface is so needy right now, bet he'd come for us with just a finger in his hole hmm? we should call him, make him feel better, let him see us and let us see his pretty wrecked face, but he's all flushed and teary for us and ilya's like fuck his freckles his eyes mishka i– and cliff has to soothe his sweet ilya too, bringing his face down to huff at his armpits the way he likes while cliff facetimes shane and is met with teary dark brown bambi eyes and flushed cheeks making his freckles pop and ilya and cliff crowd together to gaze upon shane's beauty and fuck there's drool all over his lips and chin and shane's voice is so broken and relieved to see them but the longing in his voice as he calls their names. ilya cliff please help it hurts so much i miss you so much i wish i was there with you both right now fuck and ilya and cliff can hear the heartbreak so they fuss and hush and calm shane down slowly, promising to help him come okay babydoll i promise you we'll make it feel better and we miss you too shane it's okay we'll help you promise and they do!!! they talk shane through it, tell him to prop the phone up so they can watch him and guide him to fuck his ass and jerk himself off so he can finally come and it's okay if he cries through his orgasm okay shane it's okay you're doing so well for us, but its not enough so ilya tells him to get his vibrator out and put it on max settings in his weeping pussy and the pulsing and buzzing is so much shane is twitching but cliff and ilya didn't tell him to stop so he keeps going even though he's surely so messy and fuck when cliff and ilya wouldn't do for a taste of shane right now, helpless and eager and dripping.

and finally finally shane comes a second and a third time in quick succession and his pussy starts to hurt and his cock hurts too so can he stop please and they say yes and he says thank you and he takes the vibe out and it's laying next to his dildo, both messy and slick and the sheets need changing too but shane feels so boneless he can't help but lay in it for a while ilya and cliff would have made him shove his face in the mess and lick it up but he can't move right now so laying in his cum and click will have to do for now and cliff and ilya have been hard the whole time watching but shane needed to calm down first so when he's fucked out and happy(ish) so when he's still a little dazed they keep talking to him and waiting for him to look at them with that sweet smile of is and he does and goes was that good? are you both hard for me? can i see? and ilya and cliff whip their hard aching dicks out so fast their shorts are barely off and shane feels wild as he watches with bated breath as his boyfriends (!!!) jerk off for him he says for them to touch each other please i can't touch you so please touch each other. for me? and bats his sweet eyes and ilya swears a storm in russian as cliff reaches over and jerks his cock so good and slow and tight, playing with his foreskin and squeezing his balls and cliff groans as ilya reaches over and does it nice and hard and fast because that's what cliff likes when they're all wound up like this and between the handjobs and shane's fucked out voice talking to them through the phone they both come so fast and shane sees and feels his dick twitch feebly at the sight and he lets out the tiniest little whimper and fuck that hits cliff and ilya right in the chest

cliff and ilya don't want to make shane miss them even more so they don't kiss but when shane notices he's like >:( no kisses? and they're like of course we can kiss for you baby of course shanechka and they make out and shane wistfully sighs at seeing his two loves make out sloppy style for him <3 he misses them but he's so happy they have each other and he just watches cliff and ilya kiss for a while before they finally separate and ilya moves to find tissues or towels for clean up and cliff talks to shane as he gets himself cleaned up and his sheets changed. the ache is till there. the lingering want and longing for his loves, but it's easier now that cliff is right there gently ribbing him for his choice of sheets and ilya is calling him boring as he wipes the cum off of cliff's dick and they slowly settle in for the night, shane with his fresh sheets and ilya and cliff squeeze together temporarily in on of their twin beds in the hotel room (they'll separate after shane says goodnight and goes to sleep because they love each other but they're both too big to fin into a tiny bed like that) and it's sweet nothings and miss yous and love you until shane gets sleepy and his eyes are closing and ilya reminds him to put his glasses away and cliff presses a kiss to his fingers and then to the camera the way he always says bye on a video call with shane and shane murmurs out a sleepy love you before finally ending the call and sleeping. and cliff should leave for his own bed now but he wants to hold ilya a little longer and so he spoons him and scratches his scalp and rubs his tummy until a sleepy yearning ilya finally falls asleep with a goodnight moye mishka and then finally cliff marleau sleeps in his own bed, half his heart across from him and the other countless miles away in a montreal apartment.

anon. anon baby this. this is a whole entire fic. i could just post this ask on ao3 and it would do numbers. honey. baby. this is such good food. oh my god.

this is a thousand times more obvious when he’s dating shane and ilya. he always gets the stadium staff to blow their faces up on the jumbotron before games start (because their birthdays almost always fall during a playoff game) with big flashing HAPPY BIRTHDAY banners on them and the fans all cheer. if it’s an away game and he can’t be with one or both of them, he sends their favorite meal and a slice of cake to their hotel and sings them happy birthday over the phone. his gifts are always perfectly tailored to their interests and needs. he never. EVER lets them wave it off when their birthdays are coming up. every single one is precious and important and it WILL be celebrated no matter what.

this definitely has nothing to do with being one of six kids whose parents, god bless them, usually couldn’t remember birthdays to save their lives. totally unrelated to lil cliff lighting a single candle on a hostess cupcake and singing himself happy birthday when nobody else remembered. nope.

shoutout to @cinematicvests and @noodleshane for riffing with me y’all are the real ones

• cliff is dating shane AND ilya. even after they get married. they are all together and all in love. this shit is mutual all three ways around baby.

• cliff has a bigass italian family. the marleau name comes from his dad hugh (hughie to the family) marrying in. the family name is bianchi. they have ties to the mob. don’t worry about it.

• cliff cooks. a lot. but it’s the heaviest richest most bad for you food ever so at first shane is like oh haha i can’t eat any of that bc it’s all pasta and oil and dairy but eventually they find a middle ground. ilya is in heaven bc as we know the boy is a fucking fiend for chicken parm and no offense to david but cliff’s is the best he’s ever had.

• shane now has two tops. ideal for everyone but most of all shane. however i firmly believe ilya will have rare bouts of subbiness for cliff and it drives both of them absolutely wild when it happens.

• since he’s always been very much a Straight Dude cliff’s never put much thought into his own preferences and love languages before. and ilya “i’ll keep all my feelings right here and then one day i’ll Die” rozanov didn’t ever really help with that. but shane! shane is inquisitive! he needs to put words and categories on things! so he starts asking what cliff Likes and not just sex stuff but outside of that. and that’s how cliff figures out he likes when they play with his hair and rub his calves and kissing. god. he’s never been a casual kisser before. kissing was always just pregame for Fuckin Nasty but now he kisses them all the time just for fun and it ROCKS

• david and yuna think they are prepared to host more people for christmas after shane and ilya tell them about cliff. they are not. cliff has four brothers and a sister and about fifty million aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews and cousins. david had set out like five extra chairs. he runs out of chairs so. so quickly. they didn’t have this issue with ilya. the marleau-bianchi clan is another beast entirely. next year they will rent out the country club because this is unprecedented.

• cliff is the oldest (fuck off with the book saying he’s a year younger than ilya look at that man No The Fuck He’s Not) and he definitely retires first and lives a fucking bangin life being a stay at home trophy husband and eventual father. imagine franco lo presti walking a toy poodle in a suburban neighborhood in tiny little running shorts and a skintight shirt. shane and ilyas neighbors love him.

• the first time shane and ilya call cliff their boyfriend is the best day of his life. he makes them say it over and over. he’s their boyfriend!!! they love him!!! they want him in their life!!! that’s my fucking family!!!!!!!

And they should, because they all live together. Shane and Ilya are married. They joke-but-not-really-joke that Cliff is their common law third spouse. They are deeply devoted to and in love with each other. They’ve been talking about having kids together.

Which is why Shane is stunned one day when he realizes he doesn’t even know Cliff’s fucking name.

He’s pretty sure he’s asked in passing at least once if it was short for anything, and he thinks Cliff just kind of laughed and said no. But Shane doesn’t think he was being serious. Not like Shane had been when asked what his middle name was before the wedding and informing both Ilya and Cliff that he just… doesn’t have one.

So finally, when they’re all piled on the couch one day, Shane asks him. “Cliff is short for something, right?”

Cliff glances up from the tabloid TV he and Ilya have been watching religiously. “Uh, yeah, it is,” he grunts, and doesn’t offer anymore than that.

Shane isn’t letting it go. “Well, what is it? Clifton? Clifford?”

Ilya, the shithead, starts snickering on Cliff’s other side. “Like big red dog,” he needles.

Cliff looks decidedly uncomfortable. “No, neither of those.”

Shane gives Ilya a Look. The smarmy grin slides off his face like water. Oh. This is important. He sits up a little, leaning toward Cliff at the same time Shane does. Careful not to box him in, but also showing they’re not making a joke.

“Will you tell us?” Shane asks quietly. “I wanna know. Please?”

Cliff eyes them both. “You have to promise not to laugh.” He pins Ilya with his glare when he says this, because that’s the one he’s most concerned with.

“No laughing,” Ilya replies, and his voice is even and low. Serious. Intent.

Cliff takes a deep breath. There is a subtle, yet recognizable shift in his face. His eyes soften at the corners and shine faintly with a glimmer of vulnerability. That loud, affable shield of masculinity drops, just for them. Shane wants to hold him whenever he looks like that.

“It’s… it’s short for uh,” he fumbles, glancing down and swallowing hard. “Heathcliff.”

Shane can’t help it; he gasps a little. It’s not what he was expecting. It’s so… sophisticated. And he recognizes it, too, because his dad likes Wuthering Heights.

His gaze snaps to Ilya to make sure he’s not dissolving into giggles. Ilya is smiling at Cliff, but it’s a genuine, kind smile. A loving smile. “Heathcliff,” he murmurs softly, and Shane can see the shiver that passes over Cliff when he hears it.

“My mom read a lot of the classics when she was pregnant with me and my siblings,” Cliff says sheepishly, as if he has to justify his own name. “But it always sounded so weird and pretentious, I just went by Cliff for, like, ever.”

“It’s not pretentious,” Shane argues, patting his thigh. “I love it. Heathcliff. It’s… rugged. It’s cool.”

Cliff relaxes by degrees as the two settle closer to him. They kiss either side of his neck and take turns whispering his name against his mouth. He’s quickly overwhelmed by the emotions it stirs up, but it’s okay.

He never could have imagined he’d ever hear his full name spoken by either of these magnificent men, let alone both of them at the same time.

Your kinky shit of these 3, with cliff doming and they're both amazing competitive subs for Daddy Cliff.

Your mob Cliff agenda.

Specifically requesting, a mob boss Cliff AU with Shane and Ilya as his husbands getting spoiled in any ways you can think of by their sexy mob boss husband.

(This can be microfic(s), a list of headcanons, a fic on ao3, all of the above, whatever you want. And please take as long as you want with this; the more the better. This just seems like a really fun idea.)

It’s always a scene whenever the Dons meet.

Everyone is posturing and puffing out their chests and trying to look like the most powerful and nonchalant man in the room. Everyone is smoking fat cigars and drinking cognac and whiskey and giving the other Family heads dirty looks.

But no one makes a scene like Don Marleau and his dogs.

They’re very impressive beasts, you have to give him that. Best in show several years running. Highly decorated, highly trained, immaculately well kept. One is always dressed in blue silk, the other in red. One perches impetuously on the arm of the Don’s chair, the other sits obediently at his feet.

If you’re in the Don’s favor and you’re very, very lucky, he will let you pet them. The one in red, the dirty blonde with the biting blue eyes, is known to bite. You’d do better to go for the freckled one, who always knows his place, who revels in being told how well-behaved he is.

bc like. ilya breaks the news that he’s going to ottawa. cliff knows why. but also that’s unacceptable bc he can’t just leave him like that. that’s his bro! that’s his bestie! his ride or die! and he’s seen ilya change over the past year. he knows things got Serious between him and shane over the summer. Ilya’s happier now, but he’s also sadder now when they’re not together. quieter. more withdrawn. sure, ottawa is a hell of a lot closer than boston, but shane will still be in montreal. who will ilya have in ottawa in the meantime?? nobody.

cliff can’t let that happen.

so he has his agent start desperately pulling strings. his enormous boston-based family does Not understand at first, but they’re a hockey family, so in a way they get it. a good captain is worth following, even if it’s outside the country. cliff keeps it under wraps and doesn’t tell ilya. lets him make his plans and pack his shit and move over the summer without him.

and on the first day with the centaurs, as coach wiebe is introducing ilya to everyone and he’s fighting the nerves he hasn’t felt since he was nineteen and meeting the raiders for the first time, cliff casually strolls in decked out in red and black and smiling ear to ear. ilya definitely doesn’t cry like a baby as he flings himself at him and crushes him in a hug.

they’re out to lunch? no mama hollander doesn’t pay when i’m around. she’s trying to leave? no, no, don’t you dare touch that handle yuna. they’re going shopping? mama i trained for this moment, you think it was for stanley cup? wrong, is for bag carrying. yuna is having the boys over for dinner? no no there must be another space on the mantle for this bouquet, we will make space mama.

i think ilya loves to spoil the mama he has, in memory of the mama he doesn’t. and because #myilya just really loves women.