I love an AU where Ilya seduces Shane away from an asshole boyfriend and I really want one where the boyfriend suggests opening the relationship and that's how Shane and Ilya first start fucking.
If they are still hockey players then the boyfriend is someone unaffiliated with hockey and Shane has been dating him probably since before he met Ilya.
Boyfriend is out and Shane is not (for obvious reasons) and while this doesn't necessarily make for an unhealthy relationship Boyfriend is, as established, an asshole. He's not shy about reminding Shane of how lucky he is that he puts up with the secrecy and how impossible it would be for Shane to find someone else in his situation.
They've also been together since they were teenagers so Boyfriend is the only guy Shane has ever been with and the only one who knows Shane is gay, which also means that Shane has no one to talk to about any misgivings he might have about the relationship.
The story is the same as in canon from Ilya's perspective until the CCM commercial when he hits on Shane in the shower and Shane, visibly into Ilya and fighting with himself internally, tells him he can't because he has a boyfriend. Then he panics about what he just told Ilya but Ilya promises not to tell anyone - they have the same secret, after all. Sure he's disappointed but he can always find other people to fuck (that hollow feeling in his chest feels like a lot more than just disappointment but Ilya ignores that).
Every time Shane and Ilya catch a moment alone over the next couple of years, Ilya asks Shane if he's still with the boyfriend and the answer is always yes. Around the third time, Shane is feeling vulnerable because they just had a fight the week before and Boyfriend has been ignoring him and he doesn't have anyone to talk to about how awful he feels, and he just kind of. Starts telling Ilya about it.
And Ilya listens and then tells Shane, "He sounds like an asshole."
Shane feels conflicted about this comment because on the one hand, it kind of confirms what he's been thinking, but on the other Ilya doesn't actually know Boyfriend and all he has is information from a very biased source.
"He's not," Shane finally says. "We just got into an argument. Couples fight."
Ilya wants very much to disagree, because Hollander sounds fucking miserable talking about this guy, but he wisely concludes that this would just make Shane dig his heels in further and refrains.
Despite Shane's protests, every time Ilya asks him about his boyfriend after that he looks more tired. This guy also clearly makes him insecure as hell and Ilya hates seeing the effect he has, making Shane fucking Hollander carry himself like he's two inches tall and trying to disappear.
Ilya is itching to tell Shane to dump Boyfriend, to find someone who'll treat him like he deserves. Whenever he indirectly broaches the topic though, Shane gets defensive, and Ilya doesn't want to push it because as much as he'd like to get Shane away from this guy (and into his own bed) he also doesn't want Shane to shut him out and isolate himself even further.
Then comes the day when Shane actually approaches Ilya first. He looks nervous but determined and at first, Ilya thinks this is it. He finally remembered that he's Shane fucking Hollander and kicked that guy to the curb.
What Shane tells him isn't quite that. Ilya still perks up, because he cannot believe that Boyfriend, this absolute piece of shit moron, suggested opening the relationship and delivered Shane to Ilya on a silver platter.
Because Shane's first instinct, upon getting permission to fuck other people, was to seek Ilya out. He looks cautious but hopeful when he asks if Ilya's still interested in hooking up, like the answer isn't obviously yes.
Yes, Ilya's still interested. But not just in hooking up. Not in being the side piece.
He's gonna seduce Shane right from underneath Boyfriend's stupid, ugly nose and treat him with the reverence and care he actually deserves.
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aftercareeee my fave! i’m partial to shane crying on it so ilya is holding him close letting him get his overwhelmed tears out, swiping a wash cloth under his eyes so very gently. they’re bickering through fuckdrunk giggles over who has to get up to retrieve said wash cloth but both end up going bc they don’t want to sacrifice physical contact yet
Baby baby baby yes. Ilya is sat up against the headboard, leant back against a mess of pillows and Shane is in his lap, lotus style with his legs around Ilya. Shane is slumped into Ilya’s warmth, his head laying on Ilya’s chest, and Ilya’s hand is cupped under Shane’s jaw, holding gently, thumb rubbing at sweat slick skin. Ilya’s other hand is holding Shane’s, tucked against Shane’s stomach, by his warm hip and Shane is playing with Ilya’s fingers.
Ilya cooes whenever tears slip down form Shane’s lashes to his fingers on his jaw, soothes the back of his knuckles up to wipe them away. Kissing at the top of Shane’s head, nuzzling his nose through his dark hair. Ilya is muttering to Shane mostly in Russian about how good he did and how good he made Ilya feel and his love, his baby, voice low, more like a warm rumble for Shane than the actual words. After a while Shane starts to get a little squirmy and then he’s turning his face into Ilya’s chest more, rubbing his face into his skin and leaving some wet tear smudges, whispering “thank you” and it’s gonna make Ilya’s heart explode probably.
And Ilya is all “sweetheart you have to stop these tears, or let me get up to her a cloth to clean your face hm?” Ilya whispers, his whole hand cupping Shane’s flushed wet face, cradling his head to his chest.
“think you should stay here” Shane just huffs and Ilyas laughs, warm and low and tugs Shane’s earlobe. “Ah yes, I can tell” he teases, hand smooths down Shane’s back as if to say, yes I can feel you making sure I don’t leave. Then his fingers Shane’s ass and his soft wet hole stretched around Ilya still and then Ilya is petting there and Shane is wriggling in his lap, thighs jolting. Fresh tears spring into Ilya’s chest and he croons down at Shane “so good here” and Shane is half squirming into and away from the touch, too much too good, perfect.
“Ilya” Shane complains and Ilya is like “I know I’m meant to be getting a cloth to clean you but you won’t let me” he nips at Shane’s ear as he says it and Shane huffs. They fuss and fool around and argue about getting a cloth until Ilya just stands, Shane still cradled to him, so they don’t have to part.
laughing about the idea of ilya having a secret game he plays with himself about how long it takes after sex until shane starts complaining about the mess
and yeah yeah driving shane out of his mind with pleasure is because he's beautiful when he feels good
but it is ALSO about ilya continually trying to beat his own high score about how long he can take shane's brain offline
Recalling the first day of filming, Tierney says that after seeing the pair excel in the emotional wringer, his own “nerves were out the window, I knew I could throw anything at those guys.”
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My Shane and Ilya are both incredibly possessive of one another and quick to jealousy but while Ilya gets jealous in a “everyone wants you but they can’t have you, you’re mine and I will delight in showing everyone what they’re missing out on” way, Shane gets jealous in a “I will burn this club down with both of us in it” way.
the chasm between who Irina actually was and who Irina was to Ilya is massive and cavernous and such a fun place to play in if you're a sicko freak who likes to hurt your own feelings
You knowwww Shane and Ilya are those big fat dorks who need to be one one body- we already know this yes so you know they do the stupid talking into each others mouths thinks because they just, don’t see a reason to pull back. Shane will break their wet soft kiss just a millimetre and keep his lips pressed to Ilya’s. “Do you want to defrost the soup mum made us for dinner? Or we can do that Thai salad recipe you found” words muffled because he’s half speaking them into Ilya’s mouth. Ilya humming and rubbing his back as he’s like “he’s too hot for soup, let’s the make the salad.
Or when Ilya gets home from being out and Shane greets him at the door, arms wrapped around his neck kissing him soundly- he’s pulling his tongue from Shane’s mouth to ask “miss me sweetheart?” And Shane is like “not at all” and then shoving his hands up under Ilya’s shirt. And then a few kisses later Shane is mumbling into Ilya’s lips “did you have dinner out? There’s leftovers”
Or post sex, happy hot mushy glow, pink cheeked and tangled up in a mess of each other kissing kissing kissing slow as Ilya’s hands cup Shane’s face, fingers trace his jaw gently. “Not too sore?” Ilya asked nose smushed against Shane’s, lips moving Shane’s with his words. His hand rubbing Shane’s hip gently. “It’s good” Shane is exhaling back, before their tongues taste each other again. Then Ilya “okay, but we have bath yes? I got the nice bath salts” his breath is all over Shane’s face and his eyelashes are smudging against the high of his cheekbone near his freckles. “Yeah, okay, bath” Shane replied and his teeth mash Ilya’s a little
[A 2.3k forced breeding roleplay ficlet from this ask. Enjoy!]
Shane is lying face down, ass up in the bed whining as Ilya slowly and methodically preps him with his fingers, stretching his hole so slowly he wants to cry. And they haven't even started yet. "'S enough, Ilya. Please! I'm ready!" Ilya pulls his fingers out with an evil chuckle. "Oh, I did not realise you were one doing all the work, Hollander. You think you are ready for me? Want me to put it straight in?" He smacks his cock against Shane's wet hole, the slap echoing around the room obscenely. "N-no. C-condom. Please Ilya! Condom p-please. Need you." Shane is grinding his hips back against where Ilya's cock rests in the cleft of his ass. His hole is twitching hungrily and he's panting and flushed. Fuck. He looks ruined already. Ilya wants to draw this out even longer.
"But you are so impatient, like a little slut. Are you sure you can wait? I will have to go find one. Am not used to fucking such good girls." He doesn't make any moves to get up. Shane shivers and gasps. "Please, Ilya! P-please need a condom. Don' wanna get pregnant. Fuck! Just go!" Ilya strokes the tip of his cock slowly back and forth through the mess of spit and lube on Shane's hole. "What if I want you to get pregnant? What if I want to put my baby inside you? You think you could stop me? Look at you. You're useless." He pushes the tip just inside Shane's rim, just the smallest, slightest stretch. Shane cries. "Il-lyaa! Please, I need you! Please, please use a condom. I'm scared. I can't get p-pregnant! Th-they won't let me play!" He's hiccupping and sobbing, snot going all over Ilya's pillow.
"Fiiiine." Ilya lets out a long-suffering groan as he heaves himself up off the bed to go and find a condom for his princess. Before he leaves, he reaches around Shane to give his cock a mean tug as it hangs uselessly beneath him. Shane cries out, his back arching as he tries to get away from the intense sensation. Ilya swats him on the ass muttering under his breath about his spoiled brat as he saunters out of the room. After what feels like an eternity to Shane, but is really only five minutes, Ilya returns with a single condom in his hand. It really did take him a while to find one. It's been so long since they stopped using them. "Found one in old pair of jeans. Had to dig through dirty washing for this Hollander. Happy?" Shane nods his head vigorously against the pillows. "Yeah, yeah, please put it on. Need you so bad! C'mon."
Ilya makes a show of tearing the packet open with his teeth, baring his canines at Shane. "Y-you shouldn't do that," Shane whimpers. "You could t-tear a hole in it." His cock is leaking steadily beneath him and Ilya wonders if he'll even last two strokes of his cock. "Bah! You worry too much Hollander. Has never happened to me before." Shane is feeling delirious by the time Ilya has messed around with the condom, rolling it on and sinking straight into him in one fluid motion. He groans as the air is punched out of him. He feels Ilya's cock bullying its way in, rearranging him to make room inside. He feels so full. Ilya rests for a moment fully sheathed, before dragging out slowly and punching his way back in. The wail that forces itself out of Shane's throat is wrecked.
"Fuck baby, you're so tight. You're fucking milking me. Such a good hole. Gonna wreck it. Gonna stuff you full." Ilya's mouth keeps spurting filth as he rams his cock in again and again. The force of his thrusts shoves Shane further up the bed each time, forcing his face deeper into the pillows. Shane is clinging to the sheets, hips rocking back, trying to meet Ilya's thrusts. His hole is stretched so tight around Ilya, a delicious burn that makes him crave more. Shane's whines and cranes his neck to watch Ilya above him. The firm grip on his hips, the sweat running down his neck, the fierce dark look in his eyes as he claims Shane's hole. "Please," he whispers, his throat ruined from the crying and gasping and begging. "Harder, please." Shane looks up at Ilya with his big brown eyes, shimmering with need. Ilya chokes on a breath, ruts sharply into Shane before burying himself to the hilt and coming.
The sight of Ilya coming undone takes Shane to the edge. He's so desperate he squeezes his hole around Ilya, trying to simulate the feeling of being fucked still. Ilya has stopped moving. That's when he feels it. The slow warmth of cum filling him. A trickle down onto his balls. His head whips up. "Ilya. Wha-what did you do?" Ilya is staring down at where they're still fully connected. "Think I maybe fucked you too hard and condom broke." He's trying to sound sincere but there's a smirk on his face. Shane tries desperately to pull himself off Ilya's cock but he's still being held by his hips in a vice-like grip. "Fuck! Ilya, get off! Oh my God, I can't believe you! What the fuck?" Ilya leans over Shane to smother him with his weight, his mouth landing just behind Shane's ear. He presses a wet kiss there, whispering hot on his neck. "What? You don't want my baby Hollander? That is rude. I would be very good daddy. And I think you will be very good mommy." Shane whimpers weakly, "I-Ilya. Get off."
Ilya pretends to consider it. "Hmm, no. I like it here, nice and warm inside. And you still have not come. I am not bad lover." He starts to grind his hips, nudging on Shane's prostate and making him groan. Shane feels more wetness leaking out of him and buries his face in the pillows in shame. He scrabbles behind him, fingers biting into the arms holding him down, legs kicking beneath him, trying to get Ilya off of him. "You fucking asshole! Don' want your baby. Get the fuck off me!" Ilya straightens back up before landing a harsh smack on Shane's ass, making him cry out. "So ungrateful! You know how many girls would love to have my baby inside them? I choose you Hollander, and you don't even want it. But it's too late now." He reaches around to pat the soft round of Shane's stomach, gets his lips back on Shane's ear, whispering. "Is done. Can you feel it?" Shane feels Ilya's dick, all the way up in his guts still. He shivers again, a groan escaping him. "D-did you plan this? T-to get me…pregnant?" His timid voice shakes with the heaviness of shame, and yet underlying pleasure. Ilya wants to laugh. This whole fucked up scenario had been born from his horny husband's brain.
"What do you think, my love?" Ilya's voice is deep and wicked. "You think I could resist? Is just natural. Instinct. And you took it all so well." Ilya moves to kiss the back of his neck before biting a bruise into it. Shane whines and bucks his hips. He's still leaking all over the bed, hard as a fucking rock. "Are you done complaining now my princess? Want to have some more fun?" Ilya is hardening quickly with Shane's body writhing beneath him. He looks as if he's unsure if he wants to run away, hide or get fucked again. Ilya makes the decision for him, drawing his cock slowly out of Shane's ass until the tip catches on his rim. He's careful not to break the seal and let too much cum escape. Shane is whimpering, face fully hidden in the pillows again. As Ilya's cock pounds back into him he forgets entirely what they were arguing about, can think of nothing but the brutal pace at which he's being fucked. Every thrust lights his prostate on fire and his head goes fuzzy as his vision blurs with tears.
Ilya is panting and moaning above him, eyes fixated on the stretch of Shane's rim and the small trails of cum leaking out around his cock. "Ugh, yeah. Gonna fuck you full of my babies. Take it! Fuck!" Shane's brain has leaked out his ears, his voice slurring as his words are punched out of him. "Ye-eah, mmb-uh-by, yours-s 'lya!" Ilya does not slow his pace as he pants out, "Yeah? You wan' it now? Want my babies, Hollander? Fuck! You're so good, so good for me. Just taking it all. Gonna be my pretty wife. Gonna keep you full and pregnant. All mine." Shane is aware that he's come approximately thirty seconds after the fact. His vision comes back to him slowly, ears ringing as he tries to lift his head. His body is vibrating. He tunes in to Ilya still grunting above him, occasionally letting out what Shane supposes is a string of Russian, although everything sounds a bit gibberish to him at present.
He hears Ilya in the distance give a shout and then feels warmth spreading through him again. Fuck, he's supposed to be mad at Ilya. He buries his head in the pillows and shakes it side to side, whining. "N-no! No, no, nooo! Ilya, please!" Ilya lets out a groan, lazily moving Shane by his hips, back and forth on his softening cock as he rides out the waves of his second orgasm. "Mmph- off. G' off Ilya." Shane's protests are becoming less and less convincing. "No. Have to make sure it takes. Two big loads should make nice strong russian baby." Shane huffs out a breath. His words have lost their bite. "Fuckin' hate you. You tricked me." Ilya rolls them into their side, keeping them connected at the hips. He hooks his chin on Shane's shoulder, murmuring into his ear. One arm is thrown across his hip, rubbing soft circles on his stomach. "Is ok. I know you wanted it, even if you will not admit. You will look very sexy, all big and round belly. I will rub your feet and bring you snacks and take you to special baby doctor appointments. We will go buy tiny clothes and tiny pair of skates for our little star hockey player."
Shane sniffles, a tear sliding down his nose. "Stop it, Ilya." Ilya shuffles to press kisses up Shane's neck and across his cheek. "Oh malysh, you are sad I can't actually give you my baby? You want to keep trying?" Shane swats at his hand. "You're such an asshole. But you would be a good daddy. One day." Ilya bites his ear. "You will make me cry now Shane, and that is not good look for me after mind-blowing sex. You will think I am all soft inside." Shane reaches a hand up behind him to cup Ilya's cheek. "I already know you're a big softie. That's why I married you, idiot. Now clean up your mess or you're doing the dishes tonight." He giggles as Ilya pushes him back onto his stomach, tickling his ribs teasingly as he lays his weight in top of Shane. "Eww Ilya, the wet patch!" Ilya laughs as he starts easing himself out of Shane. "That is your mess, my love. Is ok, I know you can't help it. When your husband is sooo sexy." He massages his thumbs around Shane's hole, stretching and soothing as he works his soft cock out of Shane. Cum floods out of him, dribbling down to his balls. "Fuck, Shane. Seems such a waste. There's so much of it."
"Oh my god, Ilya," Shane whines. "Did you use the pin like I told you?" Ilya looks down at where the condom is sheathed on his cock, the whole end of it blown out and pushed up past his tip. He sheepishly answers, "Um, no?" Shane cranes his head to look back at Ilya, and his cock. "What the fuck, Ilya!? What did you do!?" His eyes are wide as he looks from Ilya's cock, to his face, back to his cock. "Well I wanted to be sure it would break, ok!" "What. Did. You use." Shane is stifling his own laughter as he looks at Ilya's face growing pink. "Might have used a…nn-f." He trails off, mumbling under his breath. Shane raises an eyebrow at him. "A knife, ok! I got sharp knife from kitchen and cut a little cross in it so it would burst open and I could fill you up, just like you wanted!" Hysterical laughter bursts out of Shane. "You're such a fucking idiot, I swear! You're lucky it didn't get stuck inside me!" He reaches out to grab the tissue box off the side table and throws it in the direction of Ilya's head. "Get your fucking cum out of me so we can cuddle already." Ilya catches the box and gets to work, but not without grumbling under his breath. "'Oh Ilya, please poke hole in condom and fuck me til you come and I will pretend I don't want it ok.' 'Yes ok Shane, anything for you.' Doesn't even want my cum now."
"Would you stop grumbling down there and get up here and kiss me? I know you love my horny ideas, just like you love me." Ilya throws the tissues off the bed and launches himself up to flop beside Shane, bouncing him on the bed. "Yes, Shane. I love you. Is why I just cleaned my cum out of your ass right now." Shane crinkles his face up. "Fuck you! You put it there! Now give me kisses and then help me think up some baby names." Ilya thinks Shane might actually kill him one day. He kisses his husband until they're both breathless. When they come up for air he says, "I like Kevin." "Ilya. We are not naming our baby Kevin." Ilya wraps his arms around Shane huffing him right as they drift off to sleep. "We will see, my Shane."
They move in together full time and Ilya notices that Anya acts differently with Shane than she does with him, more quiet and less playful, and he worries that means she doesn’t like Shane or is jealous, so he hires a dog trainer to come over and see if there’s anything they need to do to help
After a while of talking about how Anya acts the trainer says there’s nothing to worry about, Anya likes Shane just fine, it’s just that she sees him as the boss and is acting accordingly
And Ilya is like. But. I’m the one who adopted her? And raised her before Shane got here?? And the trainer is just like yeah well she sees you more like an equal. And Ilya is like WAIT she thinks Shane is in charge of both of us?? And the trainer is just like well do you interact in a way that would make her think that?
Ilya’s life flashes before his eyes as he thinks of all the times Shane has come over with a snack for Ilya and a treat for Anya, or all the times Shane has announced they’re all going for an after dinner walk, or pets Ilya’s hair and tells him he did a good job at practice, or the fact that he uses the same warning tone with Anya when she misbehaves as he does with Ilya when he’s causing problems on purpose
Shane comes home to Ilya with his face in his hands going oh god I’m not Anya’s dad I’m her brother and she thinks we’re both your pets. And Shane just goes. What.
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what he means: you pay attention to me. you listen. you see me and i want you to keep seeing me. i never thought it was possible to want something that much
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wait what the hell why would u leave this in the tags . Their power dynamic is directly inverting ilyas abuse at the hands of his family like …..😭 SO GOOD
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shane, who will sometimes drop what he’s doing to simply hug ilya. squeeze him so tight and rock him back and forth a little. ilya will laugh softly as he squeezes back, brush soft kisses to the top of shane’s head, ask what is this for? and shane will sigh, say, cause i love you. and cause we did it. and ilya will understand immediately— they did it. they made it here. here, where they are married and out and living together and playing hockey together and so happy and so in love— and he’ll say yes. we did. i love you. and press his mouth into shane’s hair. and they’ll stand there, rocking back and forth, basking in the warm sweet glowy feeling.
