#flan writes

free use ilya that, when shane proposes it, in the convoluted way he invents and proposes every kink in the book out of his beautiful mind, ilya thinks it will be the easiest day of his existence. he always wants shane. he wants shane when he's awake, when he's sleeping, when he's eating. he'd throw the chicken parmesan to the fucking floor if shane says, in that sweet voice, I need you inside me I need you now.

free use ilya that sounds even a little bit condescending when he says yes of course I'll be like your dildo I'll be your toy you can fuck me as many times as you want, let's pick a day that we both are home.

but ilya, of course, ilya had forgotten how to the letter is shane, ilya had forgotten how fucking fast shane can bring himself off on ilya's cock, and the thing is—shane is fucking relentless. ilya wakes up already inside shane, and by the time shane is coming ilya is just starting to get there, but when shane is done he's done so it's not his problem ilya didn't come. no worries, shane will want him soon enough. and yes. soon enough he wants him, but he wants his fingers fingers gimme your fingers ilya and ilya. ilya fucking complies, and when he tries to finish himself off, after shane as finished for a second time almost breaking his fingers with how hard he was squeezing on him by the end, shane looks at ilya, almost disappointed. because, you know, dildos don't fucking come. at least not on their own.

so ilya pushes through, jaws almost hurting and balls definitely hurting but something hazy starts overtaking him, and maybe it's just that there is no more blood in his body apart from the one responsible to maintain his cock hard every time just a whiff of shane's scent comes close to him.

so the day is torture because the next time shane just sits on his face and comes like that and at this point ilya can't barely talk, he's soft and pliant and everything is beyond a veil of pleasure fog where only shane comes through, only his voice, you're doing it so good, you're being such a nice toy, I'm so lucky so lucky so lucky.

when shane finally sits down on his cock again it's like fucking into a furnace, ilya is so gone he just takes it while shane rides him in the sofa, not even bouncing, just grinding against him and letting his saliva fall into ilya's open mouth, tears pooling on the sides of his eyes. and he's not gonna make it, it's just impossible, he's going to come and shane will be disappointed because he did not make him one more time; shane pats at his cheek, not even hard, focus on me, babe, I'm almost there, you can do it, and he directs ilya's hand, first to his mouth to spit on it, and then to his cock so he can jerk him off while he grinds and grinds and grinds and finally, oh, fuck, he finally makes that sound that always precedes his orgasm, it's his fourth, ilya thinks, or maybe his fifth and ilya has had zero, nil, nada, and shane is calling him babe and saying now now now you can, now you're allowed and ilya just lets himself go, everything black and stars in the inside of his eyelids and everything that exists is only shane and the squeeze of his rim around ilya's cock, milking him dry, really really kissing him and bringing themselves down from the fucking clouds.

so good. he says and ilya fucking melts under him. my little toy, so good for me, filling me up only when i ask him to. and ilya is kind of smiling but the side of his cheeks are full of drying tears and he loves shane so much and he will never, never again underestimate his husband.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

This is interesting because I never for once in my time creating these characters never made time for them being calm :D Let's seee

For Emily, this would be before she started dating Levi (not that being with them is bad, but that space between losing her dad and starting to get into relationships is so...personal.) where she would climb up to the roof of the apartment complex she and her mom live in and look up at the night sky. There's not a lot of light pollution in her city so there are some stars out, but it's still not all of them present and she knows that. But nevertheless, Em still basks in the starlight as she takes this quiet moment in an otherwise bustling landscape around her. She's ever so calm now she has other folks she can view the stars with...almost like there's more of them in the sky now.

For Levi, I think after a long day, probably after a day of commission work, they would end the night off by spraying a bottle of water into most of the insect enclosures they keep of many insects they tend to, leaving them with a night of cool moisture. Calm lo-fi music playing though a travel sized speaker as they move onto watering their succulents and hanging pottery plants with a neat watering extender they bought in a swap meet years back. And after getting dressed in fuzzy, flannel, bug-patterned pajamas, Levi gets comfortable in their comforter whilst dimming the lights of their room via an app on their phone. Suddenly, the phone makes a buzz and a ding as they check their new notification. It's a message from that person named Emily, saying she wants to see them again if they wanted...and they had a wonderful first date. Levi smiles, taking off their glasses as they drift off to sleep. As calm as crickets overtake their sweet dreams.

For Warf, it was the aftermath. Sure it was brief, sure one of them was dying, but the both of them are as alive as the sun as it risen upon their bloody and tear-filled faces. As Emily leans up against his still-steaming body, Warf leaned back, gently since his frame clearly overtaken hers. And after all this turmoil, the trauma he has to come to a realization, the blood he had to beheld...one look at the person he would do anything for and more..and to the world that was so much bigger than him..than both of them. It made him smile. And cry so much more.

I really like answering stuff like this so whoever you are, thank you anon.

“Ritsu has to get his wisdom teeth removed, and Momozou accompanies him. Ritsu may not have said much after his procedure, but Momozou ends up getting an earful anyway.”

GUESS WHO’S FINALLY ATTEMPTING FANFICTION FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS A TEEN. ME BITCH.

well during this week, I drew a little sketch for my inktober sketchbook and suddenly had a great idea for a creative zombie apocalypse story...

(this was the sketch btw; I wasn’t using the original inktober list but instead using a fusion of two different inktobers! The prompt for this one was “change + zombie”)

ilya smiles and says, not as a real centaur. not with me as the captain, which is true.

because the gear with his name is still on the way shane steals Ilya's spare, and Ilya's face when he sees him on it is worth it. shane laughs and says, i need you to keep it together. i can't have them trade me away for public indecency just when i got in.

The sound—the whimper—that leaves Ilya's throat is almost enough to make him break the promise made just a week ago of never get down to business in the Cens lockers. weakened for a moment, because wearing his husband's last name is doing something to him as well, shane puts his hand on ilya's cheek, who automatically presses back, eyes closed, a kiss on the palm. shane pleads, please don't try to convince me, because it will work, and I will hate myself afterward.

ilya, brow furrowed as if it pains him to agree to his request, nods.

and there they go. two ROZANOV - 81 skating around, on their own, only the cleaners and weibe on the benches now, looking at his notes. not exactly like a game, not exactly non-competitive; just them, two sticks, the puck and the net; the smell of the ice, the rush of the movement on their ears, and their laughs.

not even bothering to shower there, because they both know they are too into it to respect shane boundaries and they are already hard, hockey gear be damned, so they go home together and shane doesn't even worry about ilya's driving speed because he is too preoccupied in how dangerous would be to suck him off while he does it.

shane/ilya ficlet, 1,2k, t, fluff, a little bit of crack. canon divergent where they don't get outed but Shane's traded to Ottawa anyway.

obviously based on this scene from Friends.

Where Shane and Ilya are way too used to live in the same city by now and that is reflected on the road with the team.

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The hotels on the road are always five-star ones, but that doesn't mean that they are the same quality for all games. Shane has liked coming to New York since the beginning, but he does it even more now that he is allowed to come with Ilya. His trade to Ottawa after the Metros decided that him being gay was enough to ostracize him had been a lifesaver, even if Ilya and he are not public yet.

They talk about it, of course, and they don't think it should be an issue. Shane was up for it, the summer of the trade, but Ilya, who had been suffering through his panic attacks the months of the playoffs, had convinced him that they could wait some more time until they were ready.

It was not perfect, but it was way better. In Ottawa, they were friends. They could laugh and go together to bars, and Ilya, touchy by nature, could put a hand on his shoulders without worrying about anyone. They could share rooms on the road, and no one batted an eye. They don't always do it just because Shane insists that they need to sleep the designated time, and he is physically incapable of doing it with Ilya beside him.

New York hotels are always the nicest. Shane is the first one in the reserved hall of their floor, having breakfast, the quiet atmosphere a blessing for his concentration. He would like to hit the gym before the practice because they had been talking about going to the Kingfisher afterwards, not only them but half the Centaurs, and he really didn't want to have to look at Scott's face after losing. He is eyeballing the eggs for his breakfast, calculating the quantity, when Troy and Luca appear.

"You're early, guys."

"Haas snores."

"I do not. You're just a sleepy princess that wakes up with the smallest of sounds."

"I do not."

Shane smiles. "How's your shoulder?"

"Perfect. Willing to go back to playing tonight."

Shane nods. Troy has only been out for a couple of games, but Shane knows how it is. They sit beside his plate and eat in silence, almost asleep, Shane lost in his thoughts until the known sound of Ilya's steps gets closer. He tries, hard, to avoid looking at the door, but in the end he can't stop himself. Ilya appears fresh-faced, and a smile shines on his face the second he focuses his eyes on Shane. He doesn't even bother with coffee before picking up a handful of chocolate-filled brioches. Shane rolls his eyes, but he doesn't say anything.

"Morning, team. My three favorite forwards in a table."

"I thought Bood was your favorite," Troy says, glancing for a second at Shane, as if he knew who was really his favorite and knew it was not Bood. Shane tries to ignore it, but he feels himself go a little bit pink.

"Don't be jealous, Troy, or I will tell Harris."

"For the last time, we are not—"

"Yes, yes, whatever," he says, putting the second brioche inside his mouth. The chocolate explodes, and his lips are just a little bit covered in it. Shane is staring. Shane can't stop staring. Ilya fucking winks at him while he licks some of it from his index.

Shane rolls his eyes again.

"You're a pig."

"So," Ilya says, ignoring him and getting his attention back to Luca. "Ready to fuck with the Admirals?"

Shane disconnects from the conversation, thinking about the table of exercises he's going to do at the gym, covering them all in his head, and is drinking the last chug of his creatine-filled water.

He glances at Luca, who's blushing. He always blushes, even after months of not being the official rookie anymore. Shane finds it endearing now, like Ilya's relationship with Troy, but it was not like that in the beginning. Luckily, Ilya fucking loves when he's jealous and can prove to Shane he is the only one.

They manage.

Shane starts to gather the cutlery on his plate, making it easier to pick up after by the waiters, and he is starting to rise from his seat when Ilya fills his mouth with the third one. He can't do this. Now Shane is craving chocolate, and it's all Ilya's fault, and he really, really can't allow himself that kind of sugar before a game.

"I'm hitting the gym," he announces.

"I might join you later," Ilya says, after swallowing, smiling at him from his seat. There is a bit of chocolate on the side of his lip. Shane is too used now to spending mornings with Ilya, though; he smiles, puts a hand on the side of his cheek, cleans it with his thumb, and kisses him. They both close his eyes for the second and a half that the kiss lasts. Just a too-long peck, something chaste, and just as a—goodbye. Have a nice day. I love you.

The world stops. Ilya opens his eyes, enormous and big and blue, and feels nailed to his current position. Shane is panicking. Shane panics so much that his body, in fight or flight mode, goes for the next motions with absolutely zero input from his brain. He cleans his own thumb with a napkin, mourning the sweet taste, and goes around the table to face Troy, who is almost as frozen as Ilya, but his mouth is closed at least. Which is good because then Shane leans down and kisses Troy on the lips, an even chaster kiss.

"Troy. Great to have you back."

Shane then looks at Luca. It's obvious to him that he knows he's next. A thought in the back of Shane's mind about Luca being a literal baby is the thing that changes his trajectory when he goes down to kiss him on the cheek, close to his mouth but not quite. A choked-up sound comes from his back, where Ilya is located. Shane maintains composure.

"Luca. Always a pleasure."

He doesn't even look at Ilya, or he will shatter. So he clutches his phone in his hand, takes his dignity and his treacherous mouth with him, and leaves the room, miraculously avoiding running or having a panic attack.

He can hear them, even from where he is, unable to know what they are saying and honestly not caring.

Later, at the gym, his phone pings. Ilya says, "you left me, traitor," and Shane stumbles on the treadmill and almost eats the floor. He slows it down and is writing his apology message, but before he can send it, Ilya's next message arrives. "We might need to revive Troy. Harris is superjealous. Luca won't forget it during his life".

Another long one. "this was the funniest thing you have done in your life. I'm going to fuck you so hard after the kingfisher you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Shane chokes for a second and fully stops the treadmill to avoid an accident; he dries the sweat on his face and neck with the towel. He starts writing a message and deletes it, in the end settling for, "You are the weirdest person I know."

"You love me."

And, well. Yes. Yes, he fucking does.

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finally published this at ao3 too!

from a hollanov wip I have. I still don’t know why I decided writing this was a good idea.

TW cnc, role play.

Hand on Shanes head, the other one secures his wrist, fast, and Shane is awake, he yelps and curses, “What the fuck,” he says, and tries to throw Ilya away from him.

heated rivalry fic, 6,7k, e

~2014-2016 montage era, season before tuna melt.

lost scene, angst, dom/sub dynamics, ball-gags, spit kink, face-fucking under-negotiated kink, praise kink, rim-your-top friday, orgasm control, domdrop

He deserves a prize. He deserves to have Hollander between his legs, begging for him.

The problem with straying from their usual and allowed places to meet is that Ilya knows it's a hit or miss. By now and after all this time, he can only partially ascertain the nooks and crannies of Hollander's intricate, absurd fucking mind. He likes routine and order; he doesn't like when they change the rules, especially if it comes unannounced, or from Ilya. Or both. He has no issues breaking his own, as long as it works for him. But he doesn't do that a lot, either.

Only when Ilya gets him good, desperate, when he kisses him as if the fucking world would end if they don't, does Hollander forget about rules.

What should have been a simple encounter with Hollander ends up being the moment where Ilya has to accept uncomfortable truths about his own desires and needs.