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  1. Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Metros, three-time MLH Cup winner, is going out of his mind answering emails for hours every day to maintain Shane Hollander, the brand. He reaches his boiling point and hires a Personal Assistant. Enter Ilya Rozanov.

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  2. It only took basically a decade but Shane finally has Ilya in every aspect. He should be celebrating and enjoying it, should be focused on slotting into his new team in Ottawa. Instead he's watching the news cycle with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable moment that his name pops up alongside words like "victim" and "Dallas Kent."

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  3. “It is nice to meet you, Shane Hollander.” Ilya nods his head at the crumpled paper in Shane’s hand. “What is that you have there?” “Oh.” Shane’s cheeks are a perpetual state of flushed red. “Before I came, I made a list of, um, things I am looking for in a car? Practical things, I guess. I didn’t want to forget.” Ilya’s lips quiver, and he resists the urge to let an incredibly fond smile overtake his face. This tall, muscular omega could not be more precious if he was made of teddy bears and heart stickers. “May I see it?” Ilya inquires, extending his hand again. With visible reluctance, Shane passes over the piece of notebook paper. Ilya glances up at Shane, arching an eyebrow. The omega smiles shyly at him, his warm brown eyes glimmering. “Am I completely out of my mind to try and find all of these things in one car?” he asks. “I never let a customer leave unhappy.” He winks at Shane, who lets out a small, startled laugh. It’s an utterly breathtaking sound, even as brief as it is. -ilya is a single, playboy alpha car salesman. shane is a pregnant, unmated omega, trying to start his life over. they meet, and starting over gets a bit more complicated-

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  4. “Eyes on me.” There is a sharp satisfaction as those eyes lift immediately to meet his again. “I need your name.” The man’s lashes flutter. “Shane, sir.” Ilya nods and lets his hand move through Shane’s hair. It is soft, and Shane leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly as if the contact alone is enough to ground him. The response is so natural that it gives Ilya pause. “Tell me about your limits.” Ilya doubts he is going to be close to any limits tonight, as Shane looks like he already had a pretty rough night. But he still needs to ask, good hygiene. A small smile appears on Shane’s face, he looks at Ilya deeply, eyes not wandering away as he speaks, “There are no limit, sir.” He looks at the disbelief appearing on Ilya’s face and offers, “I’m the house slave.” Or, Ilya didn’t come for attachment, but Shane, bruised, obedient, and unraveling, becomes the one thing he can’t leave broken.

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  5. Shane and Ilya play for the same team. Shane and Ilya start hooking up. Shane and Ilya start falling in love. Except... they each think the other has had a girlfriend this whole time. It would be a lot simpler if either of them could actually communicate.

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  6. The plan was to spend the evening out with friends. Enjoying the club scene Scott had never been brave enough to risk before coming out. But Kip was distracting, and tempting, and there were better ways to spend a night than disappearing into a crowd.

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  7. "He does that every time, doesn't he?" Sasha asked, not taking his eyes off Shane. "Before you fuck him. He folds his clothes. Neat little piles. Like he's preparing for something important."
    "Like he actually thinks he’ll be able to fucking go anywhere when I’m done with him," Ilya breathed.
    "Well," Sasha said, stepping close again, his hand finding Shane's waist and pulled him against his front. Shane could feel the hard line of his cock pressed against him as Sasha hooked his chin over Shane’s shoulder to stare down Ilya. He groped Shane’s pec and leered, "Ilyusha, we will see if you do anything tonight won’t we?”

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    35 year old Ilya Rozanov gets to live out 19 year old Ilya Rozanov's wet dream.

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  8. There was probably something wrong with him, that being spanked until he cried by his husband made him pliable and horny, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, except pleasing Ilya. Shane doesn't make decisions anymore. That's Ilya's job - all Shane has to do is obey.

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  9. Shane twists in Ilya’s arms to glare at him. “You shouldn’t be here if you have a wife,” he hisses. «Who the hell are we - you - married to?» Rozanov barks. Ilya’s attention on Shane doesn’t waver as he responds, first to Rozanov: «Our wife is the prettiest - constellations of freckles that spread in the summertime and big brown eyes like a baby deer’s even when they’re full of murder. Maybe especially then.» He bestows a kiss upon the furrow between Shane’s brows and thumbs the leaking tip of his cock. “Mm, maybe you’re right. My wife is very much the jealous type.” Or: After Shane doesn't get kissed in Vegas, a thirty-something Ilya Rozanov wearing a wedding ring engraved with Shane's number shows up to kiss him breathless in the elevator and give his younger self a lesson in how Shane deserves to be spoiled. (or or: Ilya uses a harmless bit of sexy dream magic to right an old wrong and show his husband a good time.)

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  10. Ilya slings his damp towel over his shoulder and heads to Shane's side of the bed. He uses his foot to fish out a stool and bucket, picking the bucket up while sliding the stool along the floor with a few easy pushes. It comes to rest next to Shane, and Ilya gives him another little pat on the head, careful not to knock his headband aside, before he crouches down next to his pretty cow.

    "How are your fat udders feeling this morning?" Ilya asks, patting Shane's sides gently. His cow moos again, deliberately moving his chest so his fat teats flopped around. Ilya chuckles at the sight, shaking his head. "Oh, I see, my poor cow needs milked, yes?"

    Shane nods his head, multiple sweet moos sending warm affection through Ilya. He stands long enough to adjust the stool before taking a seat, reaching over to move the bucket to sit right below the udder in front of him.

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  11. The scent of Ilya’s Alpha was strong, strong as if– His eyes snap open. “Wait, why do you smell as if..? Are you taking your Rut suppressants?” Ilya captures Shane’s bottom lip with his own and says out between kisses. “I stopped taking them a month ago.” Shane pulled away. “What? Why?” Sighing, Ilya brushes a hand by Shane’s flank to palm his lower back while another one comes up to rub at the bottom of Shane’s lip where he had just been kissing. “We don’t need to be taking it anymore. Irina’s going to daycare now. We don’t need to keep fighting our natural instincts.” OR Shane and Ilya’s daughter’s first day of daycare. They’re finally alone in the house again for the first time in a year, coincidentally, it’s also Shane’s first time going into heat in a year, but it’s taking a bit of trial and error to get back into their sex life

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  12. Offside by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-06-27

    Shane Hollander is eighteen, second overall draft pick, and quietly, a father. He's learned to carry both versions of himself with practiced ease. Then there's Ilya Rozanov: first overall, unbothered, and already taking up more space in Shane's head than he has any right to. Their rivalry is the story everyone wants to tell. Shane is starting to suspect the real one is something else entirely.

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  13. Ilya smirks. "To make each other come?"

    Still caged in by Ilya's arms, Shane squirms. "Yes. That."

    "Yes, I am aware. Is one of my favourite parts."

    "Well, uh, I was thinking," Shane shifts on his feet, blushing all pretty across his cheeks as he considers his words. "What if... you didn't... do that."

    "Didn't call you?"

    Shane looks aghast at the mere suggestion. "No! No, no, I mean, uh– what if you didn't... come?"

    "For four days?"

    At the end of the hockey season, Ilya is invited to Cliff's 4-day long bachelor party. He's not exactly looking forward to being away from Shane, but his husband keeps him going with unique, sinful ideas each day. There's just one simple problem – Ilya isn't allowed to come.

    Written for Sub Top Ilya Week, Day 7 – Phone Sex and Sexting, Orgasm Control

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  14. Shane calls a phone sex hotline and gets Ilya crooning unspeakable filth in his ear. It kind of devolves from there. ——— Ilya is a college student in Boston working on the side as a phone sex operator, Shane is still a hockey player. They have toe-curling, back-cracking dirty phone sex and end up catching feelings along the way.

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  15. “No vodka?” Rozanov asks, tsking in disapproval but looking amused. “What then? What does the great Shane Hollander want when he does a good job? What is your vice, Hollander?” “Hmmmm, mangoes,” Shane sighs out wistfully. It’s not a dangerous allergy for him, but it does mean being itchy and sometimes a little queasy for a couple of days after. Really he knows that he should probably avoid them altogether, but with every other restriction he has and with how controlled he is with his life even outside of that, it’s his one little indulgence, a pressure-relief valve of one bad choice to let some steam off at the end of a season, when he carves out time in his cottage when he can make his annual bad choice and enjoy a few days of wild mango madness before he makes himself buckle back into the restraints he usually keeps his life in. He looks up when he hears Rozanov snort. “Mangoes?” Rozanov repeats, tugging his shirt over his head. “Really?” “They’re good,” Shane defends. “Better than vodka,” he adds, pointedly. (shane has food allergies but makes an exception for mangoes) (5 times ilya didn't find out about this allergy and 1 time he did)

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  16. "What is it?" "Just… what if you used me?" Shane's gaze drops to their intertwined hands, obviously feeling a bit self-conscious, Ilya can't help but smile at the gesture but then the words register in his brain. "Use you? Use you how?" He raises his eyebrows. Shane sighs. "Okay, so imagine… you come back home from the shoot and I'm waiting for you by the door, fully prepped and ready, on my knees, naked-" "Not naked," Ilya interrupts him with a strained voice. "Fine, not naked, you can undress me yourself if that's what you want," Ilya smirks. "Shut up, that's not all. The thing is… I'll be waiting for you and from the moment you enter through the door, whenever you feel like it, you can do whatever you want to me and with me" "Whatever?" Ilya gulps. "Yes, only if we've talked about it before though, because I won't be able to say no." "Fuck, Hollander."

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  17. Sidelined for three weeks with an injury, Shane Hollander is driving himself—and everyone around him—completely insane. He can't play, so he micromanages everything, pacing the apartment and vibrating with an anxious energy that his brain can't turn off. Ilya Rozanov has a remarkably efficient solution for a captain who doesn't know how to rest. If Shane won't relinquish control voluntarily, Ilya will strip it from him entirely. Under a strict protocol of sensory deprivation, forced helplessness, and free-use, Shane is forced to learn exactly what it means to be quiet.

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  18. "And is like I said, very easy to do. You just lay back and let someone else do work. Could do it in my sleep, would not be problem at all for me to come hands-free.”

    Hollander scowled, full competitive personality shining through. “Prove it.”

    “Fine, I will,” Ilya snapped back.

    Hollander's eyes went wide, and so did Ilya's when he realized what he had promised. His words hung in the air between them, suddenly heavy with implication.

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    Ilya doesn't think switching with Hollander one time for the sake of settling a bet will change anything about their arrangement, and it certainly wouldn't make him discover anything about himself. Afterall, it would only be one time, right?

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  19. “You want to fix things, Hollander?” Ilya murmurs, riding the first wave of confidence he’s managed to find in weeks. “Maybe you show him what I was missing while you were busy being scared. Why going without it made me into something so terrible.”

    When Ilya’s grip slackens, Shane turns inside of it just enough to align their faces. Temple to temple, hot breath between their mouths. Close enough to count the stars again.

    “Ilya…” he whispers, clinging. "I—I need you."

    “You always have,” Ilya allows himself a small, genuine smile. “Will you prove it, Shane?”

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  20. The pounding on the door is what jolts Shane awake. Instinctively he tries to jump to his feet and rush to get it, but a heavy weight around his torso and on top of his legs prevents him from moving. As consciousness slowly returns to him, breaking through the haze of his hangover—and possible still-drunken state—he realizes that he is being held by Rozanov. “Shane Hollander, open the door, now!” “Oh my god, oh my fucking god. Jesus fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell. That is my fucking mother.” OR After getting drunk at the 2016 NHL Awards, Shane Hollander wakes up married to Ilya Rozanov

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