20s. three raccoons in a trench coat. mainly the witcher, the amazing devil, and heated rivalry now too, apparently. 🌿 #toapoetwriting for my writing, hopefully.
for his mama - ilya reflects on what he wished for as a boy and what he has now, and wishes his mama was still here
THE WITCHER
geraskier
the sunflower is mine (in a way) - cozy, sleepy afternoon spent studying and snuggling
no name - two paragraphs about a grown ciri going out on a hunt on her own and her fathers being domestic with each other
yennskier
moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me - modern au. jaskier buys yen a necklace and after giving it to her they spend the evening being intimate. mildly spicy!
brief vignettes of jaskier and yennefer being married - exactly what it says on the tin. little blurbs of them being Married that are either too short for a full fic or don't fit anywhere else
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Speeding through this because im impatient to get started with the red. Its the wrong shade of yellow and I'm basically doing what you shouldn’t do with double knitting, but I never do what im supposed to do.
When Ilya answers, he’s greeted with a whimpered moan that goes straight to his head, leaving him reeling like he’s just thrown back another shot. His mouth drops open, the cigarette dangling stupidly from his lower lip for a second until he plucks it free with his other hand.
Holy fuck. He must be dreaming. But the rough breaths filtering into his ear are too real, tethering him tightly to the moment.
“Jane,” he murmurs, gleeful and shocked. “This is not like you.”
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Or: after Shane confesses that he can struggle to get off if he's too stressed, Ilya suggests he should just call him next time. He doesn't think Shane would ever be desperate enough to go through with it.
this is inspired by the amazing fic series “our house” by @rozanauff (hollanov_1410 on ao3) ! pleaseeeeee go read it if u love domestic hollanov being the cutest dads ever ^u^
i have a personal headcanon that shane and ilyas kids inherited ilyas habit of sleeping with his mouth open (see “i like you” scene in e6) and this resulted from that , i hope yall like it :3c
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There is a photograph of fat baby Shane (maybe he is a year old here) wearing a baby life jacket, baby sunglasses and a blue hat on a jet ski with David, baby Shane looks so big here and he is only a year old. Ilya´s heart melt when David gifts him a copy of this picture, with another picture of David with his fat baby grand daughter on a jet ski and she is wearing a baby life jacket, baby sunglasses and a blue hat just as fat baby Shane.
they’re at a party and everyone is drunk even shane and it’s so buzzy and fun and then ilya loses sight of shane for approximately seven minutes and then relocates him and finds he’s wearing one of those plastic gold king crowns on his head and ilya well ilya blacks out for about three seconds and then walks off while he was in the middle of a conversation and just hands his drink to whoever and beelines it to shane and grabs his hand and pulls him along to a random room and shane is tipsy and relaxed and just smiles like kermit the frog with a crown on being pulled along by his man and then ilya is locking them in someone’s bedroom and crowding shane against the door and shane is like snickering because ilya is tickling his neck with his kisses and his crown is a lil lopsided now with how his head is angled and he’s like “hehe ilyaaaa what are you doin” and ilya is just kissing at every piece of exposed skin and then dropping to his knees for his king and shane’s eyes go all dark with his pupils blown out from seeing ilya nosing at his crotch through his jeans and looking up through his lashes with an open mouth and shane is staring down at him with his lopsided crown on and his skin has a pink flush from the alcohol and he’s got a hand pushing ilya’s curls back from his forehead and ilya licks his lips and says in his thick lustful accent “can I suck your cock, King Hollander?” and well king hollander is nodding so fast his crown slides down and he pushes it back up to its rightful position and watches ilya watch him while he sucks his cock and oh there’s a mirror just in front of them and shane gets to see himself wearing a crown and getting his dick sucked by ilya fucking rozanov. it’s a pretty good night to say the least
Taking a break from watching Shane Hollander getting his ass eaten to look at tumblr to read posts about Shane Hollander getting his ass eaten. As God intended.
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first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets. this is a continuation of the previous part so please read that first.
MHL Awards, 2014
Shane's mind goes fuzzy at the first touch of Rozanov's lips against his.
It's been racing all night, running through different potential scenarios in Rozanov's penthouse like plays on the ice. Drifting constantly back to Brian, to you should at least try. Reminding himself that he shouldn't feel guilty for wanting Rozanov or for planning to act on it, now that he's been given permission.
Then Rozanov kisses him and it all disappears. Shane doesn't know what he was worrying for, not with Rozanov's tongue licking at the seam of his mouth or his hand on the back of his head, heavy and warm.
Rozanov's other hand grabs his shirt, tugging. Shane goes and they stumble towards the bedroom, lips locked. They're still just kissing and Shane's dizzy with it anyway, already half-hard. Rozanov kisses like he's trying to devour him. Shane kind of wants to let him.
Has he ever been kissed like this? He can't remember.
They reach the bedroom and Shane feels Rozanov stumble for a moment before they both tumble onto the bed, Shane in Rozanov's lap.
His hands land on Shane's thighs, running over them and gently parting them further, shifting Shane in his lap so their hard-ons are pressed together. It's searing hot, even through four layers of fabric, and Shane can't help but grind down.
"Fuck," Rozanov mutters, breath hot on Shane's lips, fingers reaching up to hurriedly undo the buttons of Shane's shirt. "You want this?"
Shane nods, whining when Rozanov pulls his shirt off and buries his face in the crook of his neck, planting a series of wet kisses on overheated skin.
"How long?"
"Years," Shane gasps, hips still moving against Rozanov's. "I - fuck. Years."
He's never even admitted it to himself, how badly he's wanted Ilya Rozanov, in a way he didn't know he could want men who weren't his boyfriend. The words slip easily from his tongue now, the shame that's always accompanied that want a distant memory.
Rozanov groans and then his arm is around Shane, twisting them around and throwing Shane flat on the mattress. His body already blanketing Shane in the next moment, kissing every inch of skin within reach and hands groping roughly at his chest.
Shane's heart is pounding, blood rushing past his ears. He's never been thrown around like this before. Brian's in good shape but he's not strong like Rozanov, his body so big it feels like it dwarfs Shane's even though, logically, Shane knows they're about the same size.
"Can I fuck you?" Rozanov asks.
Shane's cock pulses, wetting his underwear with precum. "Yes. Please."
"So polite," Rozanov coos, giving Shane a quick peck on the lips.
Then he sits up, shrugging his shirt off and throwing it on the ground. He reaches for the zipper of Shane's pants and they finish undressing in a hurry, almost clumsy in their eagerness.
Shane expects Rozanov to start prepping him with the same hurried desperation but he takes his time, kissing a trail down the column of Shane's neck, down to his chest. His mouth closes around one nipple, teeth scraping it, and Shane can't hold back the animal whine that escapes his throat.
His head is spinning, world narrowed down to Rozanov's lips, his hands, his body on top of Shane's. Rozanov grabs his thighs, spreading them none too gently and Shane throws his head back, fingers twisting in the sheets.
He startles when Rozanov pushes his knees against his chest, tongue just barely grazing over Shane's hole before he startles away.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Shane chokes out.
He knows what Rozanov's doing, obviously. It's just - he's only seen it done in porn. He didn't realize it was something people did in real life. Brian's never done it, and Shane's never felt comfortable asking him to.
"Eating you out," Rozanov says, looking confused at Shane's confusion. "What do you mean, what am I doing?"
Shane swallows. "It's just - you don't think it's gross?"
"You're clean, yes?"
Blood rushes to Shane's cheeks. "Yeah, obviously."
"Okay, then what's the problem?" Something passes over Rozanov's face, impossible to read. "You haven't done this?"
Hot embarrassment spears through Shane.
"You will like it," Rozanov promises. "Pretty little hole like this, deserves nice treatment."
"Jesus, Rozanov," Shane laughs.
The laughter dissolves into a gasp as Rozanov dives back between his legs, pressing a wet, messy kiss right on Shane's hole. He licks it languidly, spearing his tongue and pushing inside.
Shane's skin prickles, limbs going fuzzy, cock hard and weeping against his stomach. Rozanov's tongue is so hot and wet, so wriggly, and it's unlike anything Shane's felt. He's enthusiastic, his drool coating Shane's inner thighs, the wet sounds of it echoing in the room much to Shane's embarrassment and arousal.
He doesn't even notice Rozanov has moved his hand until there's a finger pressing against his hole, wet with lube, sinking easily inside. It is quickly joined by a second, twisting, honing in on his prostate with unerring precision.
"So good for me sweetheart," Rozanov mutters, still pumping his fingers inside, fucking Shane with them. "You will take anything I give you, won't you?"
Shane nods mindlessly, moaning when he feels Rozanov's other hand grabbing his ass, spreading him wide open as he adds a third finger. He's watching, Shane realizes deliriously, watching his fingers disappear into Shane's hole over and over again, brushing his prostate on every pass.
He hears Rozanov say something in heated Russian and then he's pulling his fingers out so fast it almost hurts. Shane watches with lidded eyes as he leans over him, reaching for a condom in the bedside drawer. He's so hard it looks painful and so big it makes Shane's jaw ache to look at him. It's gonna be the biggest thing Shane's ever had inside him, the realization sending his head spinning.
Rozanov rolls on the condom. He grabs Shane's legs behind the knees, pushing them back and spreading them, the casual manhandling sending a bolt of heat through Shane's body.
"Okay?" Rozanov asks. His dick is brushing against Shane's inner thigh, the head catching on his rim and pushing just slightly, a merciless tease.
"Okay," Shane says, choking on his next breath when Rozanov starts pushing inside.
He's huge, splitting Shane apart relentlessly, working his way inside in tiny thrusts. It feels like half an eternity until he's all the way in, hips resting against Shane's.
Shane opens his eyes (when did he close them) and sees Rozanov staring down at him, lips slack, face red, looking wrecked already.
"God, Hollander," he pants. "So fucking tight, what are you, a virgin?"
For one delirious moment, Shane wishes he was. That Rozanov could have been the first man to have him like this. Shame rises in his chest in the next moment, threatening to choke him. What the fuck is he thinking?
Rozanov starts moving his hips and Shane's mind goes fuzzy again as his cock hits his prostate. He fucks into Shane in quick, shallow thrusts at first as he loosens up around his cock, going deeper and harder as Shane starts pushing into it, back arching.
He's fucking into Shane properly now, slamming his hips into Shane's so hard it almost hurts. Fucking the breaths out of Shane's chest, an embarrassing litany of soft 'ah ah ah's that Shane can't hold back. Rozanov leans in, nearly folding Shane in half as he kisses him messy and open-mouthed.
"That's it," Rozanov growls, "fucking take it."
And Shane does, and does, pleasure rolling over his body in waves, skin buzzing with it. Rozanov seems to be carving a new space for himself in Shane's body with each powerful thrust, laying claim to him. It's rough, animalistic in a way Shane didn't know sex could be for him.
The orgasm is building at the base of Shane's spine but it still catches him by surprise when it hits, crashing over him, cock spilling untouched between them.
"Are you - ?" Rozanov asks, slowing his thrusts.
Shane wraps his legs around his waist before he can pull out, still riding the aftershock. "Keep going."
Rozanov doesn't need to be told twice, pumping into Shane hard and uncontrolled, chasing his own pleasure now and making use of Shane's body to do it. It's too much, the sensation of his cock hammering Shane's prostate so intense it tips from pleasurable to painful.
Shane loves it.
A few more thrusts and then Rozanov's coming with a choked off groan, fingertips digging into Shane's skin so hard he knows it's gonna bruise.
Rozanov collapses next to him and Shane bites back a whine as his cock slips out, already missing the feeling of being full.
"Fuck," Rozanov sighs. "You have killed me, Hollander. I am dead."
Shane smiles helplessly, rolling over to tuck himself against Rozanov's side. Warmth blooms in his chest when Rozanov's arm settles around him, hand resting on his head and softly petting Shane's hair.
Rozanov hums. "Worth the wait?"
"Yeah," Shane says, and he's too fucked out but he thinks he should feel guilty about how much he means it.
Maybe opening up the relationship wasn't such a bad idea.
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happy suck him off Sunday I’m thinking about the first time shane swallows which I believe has to be during the my moon my man montage. it’s a night where they have to be quick, the game ended in a shootout and Ilya has a very early flight but of course they make time for Something. And so there is no pretense when Ilya texts him, they’re bolting up the back stairs, on each other the second the door shuts and they don’t even make it into the apartment past the foyer before shane is on his knees and yanking Ilya out of his pants.
and Ilya is so enthused to just take it, to spot him on the back of the head and thrust lightly into his mouth until Shane pulls off for a precious second and says “don’t be gentle. I’m serious.” And that makes Ilya fucking feral. And suddenly Shane’s hair is being pulled at the root and Ilya is fucking his mouth as deep has he dare go, because shane has yet to cross into deep-throating territory, but he thinks he will soon.
And Ilya is so far gone, he’s not gonna last, and he groans out, “Hollander, pull off, I’m gonna come.” And shane just looks up at him with a look in his eye, and just keeps bobbing and sucking and twisting his hand at the base with his residual spit as if to say, “let me take it from you. Let me take all of it from you.” And Ilya reads the message loud and clear, and he is fighting for his life to keep his eyes open and his gaze down so he can watch shane take every drop of him. Which he does, he comes with a loud grunt, squeezing his hand in Shane’s hair and pulling a moan from him in kind as he shoots into his mouth with shane so determined to swallow him.
And as he twitches out the last of it, shane is smiling around his cock and slipping off carefully, just kind of holding it all in, unsure of what to do, unsure if Ilya wants to see it. But he answers that for him, pressing a thumb onto his chin and dragging down. He opens, and there Ilya sits, pearlescent on his tongue and so fucking hot.
“So good for me, Hollander. Do you want to swallow it?”
And shane nods with his tongue still sticking out, some of his spend dripping out of the corners of his mouth.
“Let me see,” Ilya prompts.
And Shane obediently swallows it all, licking at what spilled out, and swallowing that too.
“Fuck, Hollander. So fucking hot.”
And Shane is slightly bashful, but so fucking turned on, dragging his tongue across the roof of his mouth to maintain the taste of him.
“My turn now,” Ilya says, dropping to his knees and knocking Shane back onto his ass and his hands. He lays on his stomach right on the foyer, pulling Shane’s cock out as Shane balances back on his palms. Ilya glances up at him and says, right before swallowing him down, “Since you’re so hungry for come tonight, maybe this time I’ll let you see what you taste like in my mouth.”
