for one reason or another his place doesn’t have central air so she blithely suggests he stay for the weekend (or for however long it takes for the weather to break which could be goodness knows how long) and he’s standing in her doorway with his little duffel bag, weight shifting from one foot to the other, suddenly scared as shit that she’s going to get sick of him that she’s going to realize what a stupid brute he is and all he’s going to do is track metaphorical mud into her cool, clean, uncluttered space but her kitchen is a blessed 72 degrees and he chugs a glass of ice water at her sink and she looks so good in her breezy blouse and linen pants he’d kind of like to just ask her to bed, stay there all weekend long but he’s trying to be on his best behavior so they walk to the farmers’ market and he sneaks away to buy her a bouquet of flowers which only wilt a little by the time they get them home.
and they go to the movies as much for the cool shade of the theatre as the film itself and connie’s trailing her fingertips up and down his forearm and letting her hand rest on the swell of his thigh where his shorts end and he should have worn jeans he’s so hard he’s gonna lose his fucking mind but he’s being *good* and afterward they go for an early drink somewhere and all it takes is the tip of her sandaled foot pressed to the arch of his own for him to stand up and excuse himself to the bathroom to splash water in his face and give himself a talking-to in the mirror you’re not an animal jesus christ get it together you are a *gentleman* and they get back home and connie suggests they spend some time at the rooftop pool of her apartment complex and by now huddy’s white-knuckling it but he agrees and he endures the sight of her in her swimsuit and dutifully sprays sunscreen across her back and she suns herself while he stays mostly in the water, seriously thinking about drowning himself and then when she decides she’s ready to go back he follows her and the cold air in her apartment hits him like a slap in the face and she got a little red in the shoulders and in the apples of her cheeks and he cant take it any more he just can’t and he falls to his knees on her living room rug and eats her out on the couch the end 😇
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Okay so idk I’m back in my a/b/o bag again idk why. Anyway ! Pretty canon right like all the same but omega Shane alpha Ilya. They are hooking up casually, and it’s fun and hot but it’s clean, so clean. They are ! Careful ! No biting, scenting but only during sex and strictly never ever any sex around heat/rut. Not even the week before their scheduled times off to have them if it overlaps with the times they are playing against each other.
Anyway. It’s pre tuna melt, like close to it- maybe a month or two before and Ilya is in rut. He’s out for a week, Shane notices, his absence from his games- “rut leave” their texts silent.
Shane can’t help it but he’s been thinking more and more and more about what Ilya’s ruts look like, who he spends then with, if he spends it alone, if he does spend it alone- does he have toys he likes to use, what ones, what does he think about. Does it ache like Shane’s heats do- does he feel cold and lonely after unsatisfying fake satiating with toys that imitate knotting. Does he crave the feeling of a warm body with him. Does it draw out, body desperate to mate, string out every opportunity for it to happen. Does he enjoy them, feel powerful and strong, in control, more himself in rut- he’s heard it’s like that for some. 
Ok and so Shane’s tucked up in bed one night, half asleep as he keeps his eyes open to catch the last of his chapter.
And then his phone rings- and it’s, it’s Lily ?. Worry and thrill shivers in his gut, and he bites at his lip, lets it ring out a few more times. his mind races, calculates that Ilyas ruts must be short, wonders what on earth he might want. Shane couldn’t stop himself from knowing, from needing to know. He always needed to know with Rozanov, it was undeniable to him somehow. He swears, snatches his phone up, presses answer and cradles it to his ear.
“Rozanov?” He asks when the line is quiet for more than five seconds. Then, a hot panting breath, a slick wet sound that makes goosebumps prickle up over the back of his neck, heat turn in his stomach and then- then the slick sound again, again, another heavy pant low through the phone.
Shane almost swallows his tongue.
“Rozanov?” He says again, but his voice is dry and catching and soft through the phone and it’s answered with a low rumble, one that makes Shane’s chest twinge.
“Shchenok” the foreign word makes him frown, and he makes a soft questioning sound.
“What, what do you want?” Shane asks, fingers reach up to pinch at his bottom lip, chest hot and tight at the desperate sound of Ilya’s breathing.
“Puppy” he translates and the nickname makes Shane’s lips part, his cock throb and start to fill. Heat a dark rush on his cheeks.
Puppy. The one thing they let slip. Rozanov said it sparingly, often in the depth of orgasm, when his knot was securing inside Shane, cum filling the condom.
“Rozanov- I. What’s? What’s going on” he swallows around the whine fighting up his throat, the way it makes his eyelids go heavy, think of the way Rozanov usually says it to him. “My puppy” “good puppy” “going to fill you puppy” “feel so fucking good puppy” against his ear right in the peak of his orgasm.
“Where are you puppy?” Ilya sounds drunk, words slurred and soft, mumbled.
“At home” Shane answers, flat and honest.
Ilya whines, a sad sound in the phone, a sound Shane has never heard the alpha make before.
“Need you” Ilya exhales, and then he cuts into rambling Russian, the slick sound picking up.
Shane is listening shamelessly, phone pressed to his ear and fucking Rozanov is calling him in his rut? Shane scrubs a hand over his eyes. Things with them are already so impossible. So- so. Shane sighs and hears Ilya let out a small moan.
“Come here. I have my knot. For you, puppy, to fill” his words are stilted, accent so thick- like when Shane first met him all those years ago, he sounds far away- out of it- high.
“I can’t” Shane answers, swallows hard. “I’m hours away Rozanov, it’s your rut, we- we can’t” he exhales, shakes his head, trying to tell himself that. They can’t.
Ilya growls. And the sound makes Shane bite back a whine, shove his fist again his mouth.
“don’t want?” Ilya asks and it’s a taunt, it’s horrible, it makes Shane’s stomach ache. The wet sound of Ilya working himself is quicker, messier and Shane thinks of Ilya’s hand around his cock, of him fitting a toy over his pretty thick cock, of pushing his knot into it.
Ilya starts whining in Shane’s silence, a low horrible sound that makes anxiety twist in his stomach. That makes him want to go to him. To make it feel better.
“No- it’s not that” Shane confesses, sure that Ilya won’t remember this anyway- must have been in some thick haze to have even called him in the first place. They had their rules, this was breaking one, clear and obvious.
“Why” Ilya grunts and Shane exhales hard, drops his head and presses his fingers firm into his eyelids.
“It’s. Rozanov I’m in Montreal, you’re in Boston. I can’t get there”
“Fuck” Ilya grunts low and angry and more Russian, jumbled words that Shane can’t follow but they sound so pretty, even if they are garbled and frustrated.
“It. hurts” Ilya grits out. “Won’t. Won’t stop” he huffs.
Shane is so hard he might die and his head is spinning and he feels starving and dizzy and he fuck- he’s so fucking wet, he can feel it between his legs, messy and slick.
“Keep making knot” Ilya continues. “Knot for puppy” he croons and Shane almost drops the phone, bites down so hard into his own fingers they throb.
“I just want. Fucking need to- I Want” Ilya rambles Shane interjects, nervous of the end of the sentence.
“Give me your knot then, alpha, please, it’ll make it better okay? Let me hear you” Shane asks, heart thundering in his chest wild and rampant.
Ilya croons, mumbles a “yes yes” before it’s slurred and spacey Russian, words Shane doesn’t know.
Shane feels his own cock pulse and he pictures Ilya there, over him, mindless. His need desperate as he ruts inside of Shane, hands and mouth pulling at him biting him, pinning him on his knees, presented up to his alpha.
Fuck. Shane’s hands might be shaking.
“Please alpha it will be better if you cum, if you give me your knot yeah? It’ll feel all better” Shane says in a soft tone, clenches his thighs and relaxes them, squirms at the hard throb of his cock pushing against his sweats.
“Please” Shane says again and Ilya cums then, a harsh desperate whine, shaky moan that draws out and leaves Shane feeling raw, chest cracked open. So so wet oh god fucking wet it’s dripping down the backs of his thighs.
Ilya goes fuzzy in the line then, almost complete Russian, happy croons and a few sad sounds, ruffles of sheets, fabric. One soft utterance of “puppy” before Ilya falls asleep. Shane’s hand is numb wrapped hard around the phone, legs heavy and mind reeling. He hangs up when he can make himself, fits a hand around his cock over his cock and comes in three squeezes of it, making the mess inside his sweats even worse.
Shane can only hope Ilya was as faded in his rut as he seemed to be, that he won’t remember it. What Shane said.
Shane is relived when Ilya sends him a normal out of the blue text two days later, no mention of the call at all.
theres a world where ilya casually mentions accomadations hes made for shane around their home to prepare for moving in together to yuna and shes like aww thats so nice that you tend to shanes Quirks tm . and ilya says something about googling how to make autistic roomate comfortable moving in and yunas expression kinda shifts and shes like. and why would you need to google that? :)? and ilya senses the tension immediately and looks to david for help whos like im gonna get a drink. does anyone want a drink? ilya ill go get you a drink. and flees the room
if you've had the experience of being a younger woman working in an office setting, you've probably had the unfortunate yet somehow universal experience of an older woman being a little mean to you. but you know who would NEVER do that? my girl Connie.
she adores all the younger women in the office. she always tells them "you'll tell me if anyone is bothering you, okay?" and means it. if one of them is having a hard day, they know they can go into Connie's office for a bit and she'll lower the blinds for them so they can have privacy. she's always trusted to have the hard conversations, like telling one of them they're not following dress code or need to be more formal in their emails, because she always makes sure they're not embarrassed.
one time she notices all of them have cute little plushies and bag charms on their work bags and is immediately obsessed. she says she's too old for things like that and is met with a chorus of "Connie NOOOOOO" and then they all buy her different little bag charms for her purse. she's been getting the same combo of Bubble Bath and Funny Bunny on her nails for 15 years but loves seeing the nail art and fun colors the other girls get. at one point some of them start having a weekly book club and they all get Connie into romantasy smut. Connie LOVES her girls okay
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no no no put me back in the loop I almost did it perfect please put me back just a few more tries and I think I could really nail it please put me back
The thing about the bathroom scene is Shane is like fucking drunk at the thought of getting what he had that first time with Ilya.
Like yes he’s mad he’s so fucking pissed and upset and grumpy and fed up at Ilya’s behaviour at the ghosting at teasing him as they presented the award but he’s also so fucking starving. So fucking needy. Desperate at the thought that Ilya can give him this pleasure he had for the first time in his life. That Ilya holds on his palms this shiny golden thing that makes Shane collapse to his knees, that makes his stomach ache, that makes his body warp and go molten and makes him want to bed. Ilya showed him this pleasure so dizzy good and hot and brilliant and fire bright- and Shane, Shane wants it again he fucking needs it again it makes his head spin with need with want the thought that he could have it again. The mind blank the pleasure the thrill the need the way his body felt so real so alive felt so perfect so needed. The way heat pushed into him- the way he felt used and cared for and good and aching.
He wants it again so badly it makes him feel insane. He turns the memory over and over in his head every fucking night- if it was a physical thing it would be worn and tattered at the corners, a worry stone gone smooth from his thumb pressing over it over and over. He grips himself in his hand and tries to put his fingers inside to make up some kind of memory of the pleasure of being on the sun on being made of honey but it’s never just enough. And then then Ilya is there and Shane fucking hates him and shane fucking needs him he’s the only one that can give Shane what he needs. And he wants to be angry he does but all he can do is beg. Is go soft eyed and wet mouthed and hungry hungry when the heatweightsmellpromise of Ilya is there in that bathroom, filling the space till his shoulders hit the walls and Shane is already going fuzzy and he just neeeds he needs he needs it again, please, even if he has to be beg, even if he can’t stay angry- he can be good he just needs, please Ilya, please you showed me this perfect thing and took it away and I just want to touch my fingers to the edges of the treasure one more time just one last time would be enough please.
#yesyesyes#shane wants to be angry so bad he IS angry and rightfully so#but more than that he wants to FEEL#all those months underneath the concern and then the anger and then the jealousy that clawing desire was always there#he needs anything ilya will give him he’ll take anything#and then ilya says no#he sees what he’s caused what shane has become for him#this snarling starving animal#and he says you need more than a quick rut in this filthy bathroom i’ll give you what you need but you have to wait#and after all those months believing him was a risk#shane could’ve been suspicious after all why should he trust ilya again after he abandoned him to the desire he himself awakened in shane?#but he doesn’t care about the risk to his heart because his need is so so much greater of course he agrees#when ilya walks out of that bathroom shane is fucking reeling and nothing even happened yet#all it took was a kiss and the promise of more and he’s fucking drunk with it#he’s swaying and his mind is foggy and he’s wiping tears from his eyes#oh sweetheart shane that scene kills me#hollanov
Evil cup wish where Hayden wishes Ilya never existed so he can get his Shane back but then is shocked to find Shane also no longer exists in the universe where Ilya never did.
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Oh my goddd it’s been said to death but Ilya is peacocking SO BADDD. Look Hollander we play so well together. See Hollander I can give you physical affection in front of others. Can I call you Shane yet? No? Okay then look Hollander see how good I am with kids. Look at my abs & my ass & my hair when I’m soaking wet Hollander. Please want me back
As a birthday gift, I suggest a Shane<-Ilya->Svetlana<-->Rose foursome. Turns out that Shane IS really good at eating pussy, but ONLY if it's full of Ilya's cum and he's ordered to do it. And then Ilya fucks Shane, and the girls get to watch, as a treat. ❤️
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I feel like them taking the intimacy garments off is like that gif of the drag queens taking off their wigs and finding out they're both bald. In this case they both find out they're hard
anon i cant stop laughingkabwoqibw why would you say this
everyone talks about Shane’s ‘we didn’t even kiss’ in vegas
But can we talk about Thousand Yard Stare Ilya Rozanov sitting in the bed, not letting himself indulge in a goodbye kiss, or a lingering touch- while simultaneously processing Shane’s question about Russia.
‘Do you even like it there?’
As if it matters.
As if he has a choice.
As if he’s not trapped, the same as Shane.
So he sits there, unlit cigarette in his mouth because his spark has left the room. Shane is the bright and blinding light that Ilya can’t allow himself.
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shane blowing ilya in the back of the limo on the way to a red carpet and they’re both in fancy suits and ilya is stroking shane’s cheek warning him that he better swallow it all because he can’t get any on the seat leather or their outfits or everyone is gonna know what he was doing…after shane is done ilya doesn’t return the favor, just glances down at the bulge in shane’s pants. says hm you better calm yourself down, we’re almost there, you don’t want to walk onto the red carpet hard like that, do you? your face is all red and your mouth is swollen, moya lyubov, people might suspect what you were doing and that’ll confirm it for them. you don’t want them to know, do you?
everyone in the league calling ilya an asshole meanwhile he’s apologizing to the bartender for his rowdy teammates, smiling politely at the nurse, playing mermaids with the kids, painting hayden’s kid’s nails and then his own nails to show them that boys can paint their nails too, getting excited over the team puppy, and then spoiling his dog rotten when he finally gets one. sorry but idgaf that he’s mean to grown ass men, they deserve it 😭😭
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