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  1. “No. I did have to. You were upset. Is not okay for you to be upset. Ever.” Shane blinks at him. Rozanov blinks back. Neither comment on his words – on the lines they cross, ever so slightly. When Shane doesn’t protest, Rozanov smiles sweetly, swiping his thumb over the man’s bottom teeth. He feels along the ridges of each tooth, pressing his blunt nail into the gums behind them. “Sweet thing. You come to me if you feel this way, yes? I will make it all better.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- Shane has a hard week, resulting in a meltdown. He calls Ilya. Ilya decides to fuck it all better. Spoiler: it works.

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  2. “You looked so fucking pretty tonight, Hollander. In that big jersey, with that backwards hat. Wanted to bend you over in front of all your friends and fuck you untill you cried.” Shane whimpers, hands grasping at the car seat beneath him. “Please, Ilya. Touch me. Need you.” Ilya pulls his own shirt up over his head and then pauses. Has an idea. “Get in the back seat, sweetheart.”

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  3. The girl pulled away from Ilya just for a moment, down his neck while whispering something Shane didn't want to know. And Ilya. Ilya was happy. He raised one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind the girl's ear as he laughed at something she said. He kissed her cheek one more time before she strutted away to her friends. Then, Ilya looked up. Straight at him. Or After two months of no contact, Ilya and Shane reunite. In a club.

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  4. “The boys said they were going to buy me a stripper,” Rozanov says. “Like a, ah, you know, a Playboy bunny.” “Okay,” Shane snorts. “So why are you here now instead of with your—“ He rolls his eyes. “Playboy bunny.” “Why the fuck would I care if some random woman dressed up for me?” Rozanov finally turns back around, his hands holding something behind his back. His smile turns wolfish. Like he’s about to eat a goddamn bunny. “But I would care if you dressed up for me.” For Rozanov's birthday, Shane wears a bunny suit.

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  5. It truly was a terrible idea, they both knew that, but god was it a hot one. A bluetooth- controlled vibrating buttplug was the last thing Shane expected when Ilya handed him the small gift box.

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  6. Ilya and Shane are at war. They fuck about it.

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  7. Make Me by

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    Shane tries to get under Ilya's skin during a game. He succeeds, and wants Ilya to do something about it.

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  8. Shane and Ilya are still figuring out what it means to be together. No one knows about their relationship except Shane’s parents and his friend Rose. Shane is under heavy pressure after his team loses a string of hockey games, on top of a recent autism diagnosis and the fear of how people might react if his relationship with Ilya ever became public. After yet another loss, Shane comes home to find Ilya waiting for him, determined to give him one night where nothing else matters.

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  9. This thing with Rozanov – it's gotten a little out of hand. It started years ago, when they were both new on the job and stupidly nervous. They'd ended up at the same hotel during a series of clippers somewhere in Ontario, and somehow a night of griping about the realities of field reporting ended with Shane spread out in Ilya's bed. or, Shane and Ilya are field reporters for rival weather channels who keep ending up in bed together.

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  10. Let's pretend that Shane and Ilya's sunset beach scene took place the night before the All-Star game, and Shane's gay confession is slightly overshadowed by Ilya's reaction to an injury on the ice. As the 2017 All-Star game draws to a close, you have to admire Shane Hollander’s leadership on the ice tonight. With the chemistry we are seeing from his team, you would think these players have been training together all season. Notably, this includes long-time rival Ilya Rozanov—and while it may come as a surprise, it’s clear that Hollander and Rozanov’s competitive history is not getting in the way of them working seamlessly together on the ice. It’s also clear that captain Aaron Eriksson is not going to be able to squeeze out a win against this powerful duo tonight. Rozanov with the puck now, with a beautiful pass to Hollander as they move to further solidify their victory, and ouch—Hollander just took a hard hit from Eriksson. That did not look good. There’s Scott Hunter helping Hollander to his feet now. Hollander’s waving away the medics, but you can tell he’s hurt. Looks like a possible broken rib. Who knows what this could mean for Montreal’s remaining season, but It’s safe to say that Hollander will not be finishing this All-Star game on the ice. And here comes Ilya Rozanov— boy, he is not happy. He’s confronting Eriksson now. This looks like it could get ugly. There go the gloves... And ouch, that is a powerful right hook from Rozanov. With three minutes left in the period, Hollander’s injury won’t prevent his team from clinching the victory, but it looks like Rozanov is going to be watching the remainder of this game from the penalty box. Later, when Ilya knocked on his hotel room door, Shane pulled him inside looking furious. “That was so fucking stupid, Rozanov, what were you thinking?” he hissed. Ilya just smirked. “Was thinking Eriksson would look pretty with less teeth.” In his deep voice it almost sounded sensual. “You can’t—that was so obvious, people are going to talk—” Shane said, eyes wild and anxious. Ilya looked at him like he was an idiot. “And they say what? I hit him, so this means you and I are fucking?” He rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his expression that never failed to make Shane feel breathless. “I need your permission to throw punch, now?” “It was reckless,” Shane argued. “Eriksson had it coming. I would have done same thing if he came after any teammate.” It was a lie, and they both knew it. “Only asshole would play dirty in stupid All-Star game.” “It was a clean hit.” “Was not. His elbow—” “I watched it back, Rozanov, it was clean,” Shane interrupted him, voice firm. “And so what?” Ilya sounded exasperated. “Is hockey. Sometimes people get punched. You never play before?” “Fuck you.” A smile was tugging at Shane’s lips despite himself. Ilya smiled back at him for a moment, but then his eyebrows drew together in concern. “How are your ribs?” “They’re fine—that’s not what I’m worried about right now.” “Is what I worry about. Show me,” he demanded. As always, Shane’s first instinct was to obey his order without question. He managed to keep himself from immediately raising his shirt, because Ilya couldn’t have everything he wanted from him all the fucking time. “Ilya.” “Shane,” Ilya said mockingly, and he stepped forward, crowding Shane against the bed until he was forced to sit down on the edge of the mattress. “Show.” With a heavy sigh, Shane lifted the hem of his t-shirt to expose the purple bruises starting to bloom over the right side of his ribcage. Ilya reached down to trace his fingers along the mottled skin, and Shane hissed at the sensation. “Is not so bad,” Ilya said appraisingly. You will recover before playoffs.” “I know that, you asshole. Which is why it was fucking stupid of you to deck Eriksson over nothing.” Shane felt a tiny bit of satisfaction from being right. But mostly he still felt mad at Ilya for risking everything because of his stupid temper. “It looked worse on the ice.” “I don’t care!” Shane snapped. “I don’t need you fighting my battles for me, Rozanov.” Ilya stared at him, looking deeply unimpressed. “Ah, so you were going to punch him, then?” he said pointedly. “It was a clean hit—” “So you say.” “Do you want me to pull up the clip and show you?” Shane said, tugging his phone out of his pocket, ready to do just that. “No, no, no. I do not want to watch you get hurt again.” There was something tender in Ilya’s expression, but it quickly shifted back to the cocky arrogance Shane was used to. “But you would like to see my punch again, da?” he teased. “Definitely not.” Another lie. Ilya was grinning now, and it was almost terrifying how much Shane wanted to kiss him.

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  11. Shane goes into a planned heat at the cottage.

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  12. Comfort Weight by

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    “So,” Ilya interrupted, holding up a finger. “You believe I am not strong enough? That your boyfriend, who lifts you against walls and carries you to bed, is too weak to handle you? That my face would break under the glorious weight of your perfect ass?” Shane blinked. (or, Shane refuses to sit on Ilya's face and Ilya takes personal offense to it.) Tag to be covered: Ilya Rozanov Has a Thigh Kink

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  13. Shane and Ilya's honeymoon in Ibiza was supposed to be simple: first-class flights, Michelin- starred restaurants, and a luxury hotel where they could finally be openly, unapologetically in love. And it is -- until a case of mistaken identity at a nightclub spirals into their first real fight as a married couple. A post-TLG story about two idiots in love learning that "happily ever after" still requires showing up for the hard conversations. TW: recreational drug use and references to abuse/depression

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  14. Ilya dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a sturdy, leather dog collar, dark brown and buckled. Quick as a wink, he held it up, dangling it directly at Shane’s neck. "You make cute puppy. Shchenok Shane."

    Shane glared, his face heating up instantly, and slapped Ilya's hand away. "Stop it!"

    Ilya advanced closer, his stance casual, yet dominating. "I am serious. Consider this gift. It says, 'I belong to Ilya Rozanov.'... Come on. Put it on. Be my good boy."

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  15. A place for my half-baked Hollanov NSFW. It was inevitable folks. This is NSFW fanart.

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  16. Ilya Rozanov has seen the tape on Hollander, seen his blazing speed and his quick hands, his almost psychic ability to know where the puck will be. Hollander is a magician on the ice, the best prospect in the world except for Ilya himself. But up close, Hollander looks young. Soft. Western. He has big eyes and freckles across his nose like a little kid. He is attractive in the way that many young men are attractive, his face not yet hardened by the work of the real world, and he seems nervous to be out here, nervous to be seen with Ilya. Because Ilya has been forced to learn everything about Hollander, Ilya knows that Hollander is older than him, not much, a few weeks. But looking at him, Ilya feels weary and old. He hates that.

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  17. All of You by

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    Ilya wakes up after the night he finally could tell Shane how much he loved him and just... couldn't stop showing him how beautiful he is to him.

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  18. “Did you… Did you get a whole roll of wrapping paper for it?” “Yes. And ribbon.” “You’re cute.” “Shut up.” // shane’s birthday is next week. ilya has gifts for him.

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  19. “Touch me,” he pants, “please, Ilya. Touch me.” “Where?” He broods, resting his chin on Shane’s knee, waiting. The view is magnificent. There’s no other way he’d want to start the new year. “You know where, Ilya, please.” “Where, baby?” “My pussy,” he gasps, flushed pink. Ilya groans, “So wet, baby. Good girl. How do you want it?” “Ilya!” He smiles, “Tell me how you touched your other girls.” “Not now, Ilya.” “Tell me." He demands, "What do you girls like? How should I play with your pussy?" or, It’s New Year’s Eve and Shane has something to share.

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  20. Lick by

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    Shane likes it when Ilya uses his mouth.

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    Shane gets rimmed for the first time and doesn’t know how to handle it.

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