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Ilya had done what any good husband would have done and given his girl what she needed, yet again, twice in the same name. Not just the ability to go down where things weren’t so scary, but filled her to the brim with even more cum that he could stop up again with the dildo.
She had been so good, so sweet, and boy, was she as flexible as ever. She didn’t talk much, but the noises she made made up for it, until she was practically drooling, lying out, like a princess underneath him.
Her dress, panties, and hair clip were all thrown on the floor somewhere, so Ilya didn’t bother to try to put them back on her. She’d be more comfortable in bed without them anyway. He even left the collar off for now, too, as she snuggled into the bed, digging herself deeper and deeper and deeper until she was nothing again.
She whined when he pulled away, but he couldn’t help it. His phone had been ringing with notifications since he first pushed her down in the bed. Both of the phones were actually, and he needed to check them both.
“I’ll be back,” Ilya said, whispering, as if not to stir her too much and bring her back into the real world.
Ilya grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the sticky lip gloss she’d left on his neck before grabbing his underwear and pulling them back on as well.
He figured he could leave her here, in her own little world. It might even be preferable to be alone and just be. He could see the way she curled against a pillow, moving her body up and down a little bit, as if to try to make the dildo in her move.
Silly, sweet girl. Didn’t she know she had hands she could use? Or was she just smart enough to know Ilya wouldn’t like to see her be so naughty? Either way… absolutely precious.
He’d hate to leave her, but the risk that came with her being around when he checked the phones was too high. If she asked him, or saw over his shoulder, or anything that could trigger her, he’d have one bratty girl on his hands. Or worse, the version of his girl that reminded him of his mother.
He picked up the phones, still buzzing every few seconds with notifcations and walked out of the room, locking the door, even if he was pretty certain she was too busy with whatever she was trying to do to even think of escaping right now. She had already escaped in her mind for the time being; there was no real need!
Ilya didn’t just go outside the door, but all the way down the stairs so he could sit on the couch and deal with everything as best as he could. He didn’t imagine he’d be responding to much, if anything at all, after all, what was there to say? It was their business, and they could share as much or as little as they liked. For the time being, the less was the better.
He opened up his Instagram and instantly saw a ton of engagement. More than he’d gotten before, even when he’d gone and won the cup for Boston!
He skimmed through it and saw a mix of things. There was the bad, which was to be expected in the hockey world, or simply just the flawed regular world they lived in, and then there were the good, supportive things that lightened the blow. More than anything, though, was the shock and confusion. Who could blame them? He’d even shocked himself when he came up with the idea all that time ago.
There were no statements from the hockey world, and he figured as much, especially this early. He’d basically set their PR team’s office on fire with an announcement like this. Still, he didn’t regret it.
The most notable comments on the post were from David and Yuna. He imagined that, at the very least, Yuna would want to make a post of her own sometime soon to show their support, but she was so particular that she probably couldn’t make it this quickly. Just learned they were married a few hours ago, didn’t know they were gonna go public with it this soon either.
He could imagine the type of thing a loving and supportive family might post about their newly out daughter, not because he had a family like that of his own, but because he wanted to build one with Shane.
She’d probably post some cute baby photo of Shane, one of the ones that didn’t scream boy or girl, but just cute baby. She sure as heck loved to post those, even on regular days. Then she’d probably caption it with something sweet and loving, maybe even share a sentiment of care towards Rozanov, too.
Ilya smiled at the thought of it, and also at the comments that had been left under their post.
YunaHollander: So proud of my daughter for being brave enough to be herself, and so thankful she found someone like Ilya to love her for it.
David Hollander: Just as pretty as her mom is. Congratulations, you two! We love you!
Ilya wasn’t sure he was going to show Shane anything from the media, but those messages made him question if maybe he should make an exception. They were so nice and supportive after all. Would it help or hurt her to see them? He still wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that he wanted to protect her from everything he could. He was her husband, her man, and he was going to be everything she needed and deserved from a man.
He opened Twitter to see if anything was going on over there, and boy, was it ever. Shane Hollander was trending. Something he’d surely need to hide from Shane, because whether good or bad, it was a lot of attention on her. And besides, even when Ilya thought something was undoubtedly good, Shane could always twist it and make it bad somehow.
Before he could go and try to find the top posts on the matter, surely from some celebrity gossip accounts, he got a notification that piqued his interest on the other phone he had. Shane’s phone.
He picked it up and clicked on the notification.
Hayden: WTF is this??
Hayden: Are you serious right now??
Hayden: Shane
Ilya sighed in annoyance as he leaned back on the couch further and tried to figure out how he wanted to respond. As Shane of course. As he’d been doing since he’d taken Shane, of course. He’d tried to tell Hayden he wanted some time, but he was persistent in his worry, so he had to give him something. Even if it was limited. He should have expected this.
Shane: What?
Hayden: You know what
Hayden: You got married?!
Hayden: That’s crazy enough, let alone the fact it’s to fucking ROZANOV
Ilya couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the way Hayden Pike said his name like he was some huge enemy. He was assuming Pike knew who Shane killed, but also figured this stemmed from their hockey rivalry, too. A simple man.
Shane: He loves me
Simple and true.
Hayden: WTF???
Hayden: And why are you dressed like some sort of girl
Hayden: Is this for real??
Shane: Yes
Shane: If that’s going to be hard for you to accept, maybe we need to just take a step back from talking right now
The less they had to talk, the better. Why not use this as an excuse? It’s not like he was being unreasonable with his shock, but it didn’t mean he had to put up with it for Shane’s sake.
Hayden: What?
Hayden: No! I wanna talk!
Hayden: This is crazy, you have to get why I’m a bit shocked right now, Shane!
Hayden: Shane?
Hayden: Shane!
Ilya clicked the phone closed after the 15th best player on the metros started to beg for a response he knew he wouldn’t give him. Maybe one day he would, or perhaps one day he’d even trust Shane enough to do it himself. But right now? He had enough to deal with beyond Hayden fucking Pike’s little freak out.
He had better things to do right now. Like making a nice lunch for his wife and getting to feed it to her by hand in the warm bed they shared. Maybe she’d still be all soft and subby, lick the fruit juice off his hands, and basically pur into his side while he ate.
Yeah, he wanted that. And nothing was going to stop him from doing that. Nothing was going to stop him from doing anything now that there was nothing to hide. At least beyond the fact that Shane wasn’t always a willing participant in their marriage and life.
He’d go and wash the fruit right away!
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Meanwhile, upstairs, Shane was stirring from his stupor of submission and tiredness. She stretched her arms out and came to a front in her mind.
She could either start to worry, or she could stay in that dreamy, floaty place a bit longer and ignore it.
The part of himself that didn’t wanna give in wanted to freak out, wanted to scream and cry and throw a fit until his lungs bled, and Ilya had no choice but to let him go, just to not go deaf.
But the part of him who’d been through so much, not just since he’d been there, but that day? That part wanted to stay in the little bubble a bit longer and feel okay ignoring everything.
He imagined Ilya would be back soon, maybe even with some lunch. He was starting to see the patterns that Ilya made, all to make him feel at home and secure. He was pretty hungry, so he could hope so.
In the meantime, she needed a light distraction to help her continue to feel safe. She looked around and found the TV remote was still on the nightstand. Perfect!
She picked it up and turned on the TV, changing it over to the sports news section. That was one thing that never changed between the old him and the new her; she loved her sports and her sports news.
What she wasn’t expecting was to see herself on the screen.
She dropped the remote, unable to move, frozen still as she tried to take in what she was seeing and hearing. Along the bottom of the screen was a big headline that read: WHAT'S GOING ON WITH SHANE HOLLANDER?
Shane sat there and listened to them discuss just that. First, with the leave of absence he took, then with the post today. They pulled out all the stops in decoding it, from talking about the accident, to talking about the post, even mentioning that his parents had said something.
Shane was oblivious to whatever the world was saying… at least until now. It was a good two hours while it lasted, he supposed, but now? It was the opposite of what he wanted, what he tried to keep away from him in the name of his sanity.
He was finally unable to take it when an actual, lie newcaster from the real world started to use She/Her pronouns for herself- for himself, dammit!
This wasn’t some joke or game anymore. It was real. Really real. And it wasn’t the kind of thing Ilya could take back, no, he’d pushed far, and now he feared he might have just pushed Shane right over the edge.
Shane’s whole body was shaking as he picked the remote back up and shut off the TV, not caring if it ever turned back on again. His breathing picked up, and he felt like he was dying.
A panic attack.
He didn’t even notice when Ilya walked into the room with their lunch, stopping at the door in distress.
“What happened, baby?” He asked, coming closer, slowly.
Before he could even get to the bed, though, Shane felt he had to do something to show how he was feeling. Something just as real as everything else and not just in his head. He took the remote and threw it at Ilya, cursing in his head when he dodged it and didn’t even look mad, just more worried.
Shane’s sobs sprouted even louder, and he cried gutturally, not leaving anything behind. Who did he need to be brave for anyway? He wasn’t brave. He was fucked.
When Ilya came up to him and wrapped his arms around him, whispering sweet nothings to try and get her to calm down, Shane wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to calm down again. And he knew for sure, that side of him who didn’t want Ilya to win? That side was right all along.