noooo hollander i want to fuck you

I think Troy/Harris are much much more likely to do petplay than Shane/Ilya bc like. 1. I don’t think that’s the type of submission Shane is into. 2. Ilya is not disciplining a dog. He’s exclusively talking to dogs in baby voices and the idea of yelling at even an imaginary one troubles him. 3. Harris has spent years around a rowdy pack of farm dogs and the commanding intonation to get a dog to listen comes instinctively. 4. Troy knows he’s a bad dog.

oh my god im going fucking crazy *continues to live exactly the same*

buck sitting at the dining room table alone extremely focused on …. some craft that he recently picked up and eddie’s doing some chores and everytime he walks behind buck he presses a MWAH! kiss to the top of his head

and then one time eddie walks past and Doesn’t mwah kiss buck and like two full minutes later bucks like 🙇🏼‍♂️ *pause* ⬇️⬆️🤨🙎🏼‍♂️😡EDDIE! u forgot something 🙁🙁🙁 and eddie circles back still holding a basket full of laundry and he’s like ope my bad!!!! and kisses buck on the lips then forehead then moves on with his chores

shane hollander in makeup …. subtle sparkles on his eyelids and cheekbones …… ilya gets so hard he passes out …. everyone close your eyes with me

Eyeliner. He needs eyeliner to make his lashes look darker and to pull his brown eyes into focus where Ilya can’t look away—he already never wants to look away. And he goes from perfect golden boy to rugged rock star (Ilya, I can’t play an instrument/shh). But importantly, Ilya’s the one to put it on him. Shane tries but nearly stabs his eye out (having good hands for hockey doesn’t translate), so Ilya straddles him. And anytime he asks Shane to close his eyes, Shane does. Lets them flutter shut without trying. And Ilya is staring at him, for seconds, minutes, so long that Shane lifts an eyebrow without opening his eyes, since Ilya hadn’t told him he could yet, and it cause Ilya to start, and finally move the pencil. And when he finishes, he keeps staring, keeps looking even as Shane taps his hips to let him up, can’t look away as he stumbles back, and Shane is confused, hopes it doesn’t look bad, because he can’t read the look on Ilya’s face. So Shane turns to look in the mirror, and breathes in a muted oh, before looking back at Ilya, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Shane. And when Shane takes a step forward, until he’s kneeling at Ilya’s feet. It takes Shane less than a minute to make Ilya fall apart, his brown brown eyes rimmed with charcoal black, looking up at Ilya as he takes him apart with his mouth. Ilya only looks away when he comes—he can’t help it. When he opens his eyes, he sees the tears in Shane’s eyes smudged the line. It only makes him look better.