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  1. Drop by

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    June 2014, Las Vegas Post the Las Vegas Scene, sub!Shane drops hard and Dom!Ilya races to save him. **** From Jane: We didn't even kiss Shane didn't mean to send the text. He was so dizzy and cold and unsteady after leaving Ilya's room, he didn't even remember if he HAD sent the text. His fingers were too numb to undo his shirt buttons, he felt like the floor was dropping out from beneath him, he was nauseous and exhausted and didn't know why he couldn't stop shaking, why couldn't he stop shaking...? From Jane: ww dnt v ks The text came through as gibberish, and “Fuck.” Ilya threw his clothes back on and ran to get to Shane's hotel room. He'd been too far in his head to pay attention to Shane being quiet and shivering after they were done. Shane had stumbled getting out of bed, bumped into furniture, struggled with the door and Ilya had heard it but he'd been too much of a coward to get out of bed and check and now his submissive was sending gibberish texts and that wasn't good. “Sorry sorry sorry.” Ilya muttered as he ran. “I’m coming. I’m coming, hold on.”

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  2. it's okay to just admit that i'm the fantasy by

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    2025-12-06

    Ilya grins, relishing in the hitch in Hollander's voice. “Is nice when you beg,” he murmurs, before he drops both his hands to Hollander's waist, smoothly undoing the button on his jeans. “Your voice, it gets soft? High?” He shakes his head as Hollander kicks his pants off, leaving him in just socks and his briefs, his dick dripping, a spot of damp precum that's growing against the fabric. Ilya drags his top off but keeps his sweats on, grinning broadly at the other man. “I do not know words for it. But I do know—you are needy, Shane Hollander. Greedy for me.”

    OR: Ilya has a lot of wants these days. One of which is a near constant desire to see Shane Hollander ruined in his sheets.

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  3. with a temper like you by

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    2025-12-05

    Lily: What did Hunter say to piss you off? Me: What? Lily: You got in a fight with him last night. Lily: Why? Ilya confronts Shane after the fight with Scott Hunter on the ice, and edges the truth out of him.

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  4. Printer’s Alley by

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    They’re not dating. They’re barely even friends. Shane should be in bed preparing for tomorrow’s game. But when Ilya shows up in Nashville wearing a stupid cowboy hat and that dangerous smile, things go from routine to risky: meeting up with Rozanov is a terrible idea. Dancing with him in a crowded bar where anyone could see is worse. But Shane’s never been good at saying no to Rozanov.

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  5. quick loss by

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    “Fuck yourself,” Ilya said without shame. “With me. Right here. Right now.” He pulled back just enough to look Shane in the eye. The suggestion was so blunt, so depraved. They were in a public facility, for fuck's sake. They could get caught. “I can’t,” Shane whispered, the denial tasting like shit in his mouth. He felt his own cock stirring, thickening against his thigh, and he winced. “You can,” Ilya insisted. He leaned against the tiled wall, one hand moving down his own body. “Look at me, Hollander. Watch.” All Shane Hollander wanted was to shower off the stink of a loss. He didn't expect Ilya Rozanov to join him, let alone to call him out on the hard on he'd been trying to ignore. "Fuck yourself," Rozanov dares him. And, God help him, Shane does. Shane Hollander kicked off the ice, chest tight, legs burning. The game was over, and they’d lost--again. He’d left everything out there, and it still wasn’t enough. The locker room door slammed open. He needed the shower, get the smell of his gear off of him. He peeled off his jersey, tugging it over his head, and felt the fabric cling to his skin from sweat. The thing he hated most about hockey was how disgusting you felt afterwards. Relief came as he stripped the rest of his gear. Socks, skates, his cup, and he immediately felt better. He moved toward the row of showers at the back, looking over his shoulder the locker seemed to be empty, and he was grateful for it. He stepped under the first head, flicking the lever and letting hot water hiss to life. The sudden spray hit him, shoulders first, then back, chest, arms. He tilted his head under the pounding stream, closing his eyes. The heat pressed against his skin, loosening the tight coil in his muscles, but the frustration stayed. “Still brooding, Captain?” Hollander kept his eyes closed, face up into the spray, letting the hot water fan down over him. “Go away, Rozanov,” he said. Rozanov’s laugh came. “Is that how you speak to me after a hard loss? We should be bonding,” he said, and Shane could hear the other shower turning on somewhere across the room. “Sharing our pain, no?.” Shane’s jaw clenched beneath the water. There was nothing he wanted to share--not with Rozanov. The memory of the final shot hit him again, the puck teasing the edge of the net, his blade missing it. He’d fanned on the shot, left the game on the ice, and no amount of ice baths or post game analysis would fix it. Nor would being harassed in the shower by Rozanov. “There’s nothing to share,” he said, the sound almost swallowed by the hiss of water. He wanted the isolation. And sharing it with Rozanov... felt like opening the wound and inviting someone else to poke at it. The water beat down on his shoulders, tracing the lines his bruises and Shane let himself sink into it. He didn’t need Rozanov’s commentary to make the bitter pill of failure any harder to swallow. He had enough voices in his own head for that. “I disagree,” Ilya’s voice was closer now, right behind him. Shane could feel the heat from his body, a separate warmth from the steam. “I see much pain. In your shoulders. In your jaw... In your cock.” A finger, warm and calloused, traced the line of Shane’s clenched jaw. “Is bad for you to hold so much... tension.” Shane flinched away, turning finally to glare at him. “Don’t touch me.” But his protest felt weak, even to him. Ilya stood there, completely unashamed, water sliding down his broad chest and over the hard muscle of his stomach. “Why not?” Ilya asked, his head tilted. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” He took a step closer, invading Shane’s space. Shane’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, his voice rough. Ilya’s smile was slow, knowing. “Yes, you do.” He let his gaze drop, pointedly, to Shane’s cock. “See? Your body knows. It is honest.” “Fuck you,” Shane breathed, but there was no venom in it. “Maybe later,” Ilya said, his voice a low purr. “For now, there is simpler way to… release tension.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Shane’s ear. Hollander’s heart hammered against his ribs. “What?” “Fuck yourself,” Ilya said without shame. “With me. Right here. Right now.” He pulled back just enough to look Shane in the eye. The suggestion was so blunt, so depraved. They were in a public facility, for fuck's sake. They could get caught. “I can’t,” Shane whispered, the denial tasting like shit in his mouth. He felt his own cock stirring, thickening against his thigh, and he winced. “You can,” Ilya insisted. He leaned against the tiled wall, one hand moving down his own body, slow and deliberate. “Look at me, Hollander. Watch.” His eyes never left Shane’s as his fingers wrapped around his own cock, already thick and hard. He gave a slow, lazy stroke, his breath catching slightly. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

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  6. Race by

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    “We race.” Ilya pushed his shorts down and gripped his cock, smiling when Shane’s eyes dropped down to watch. “You run and I will touch myself. You do not stop, and I will not stop. Deal?” “You’re serious.” Shane huffed and folded his arms. “What happens if I win? If I last longer than you?” “If you win?” Ilya arched an eyebrow towards him. “You get to see me cum.” “Right.” Shane wished his voice hadn’t cracked just then. “And that’s supposed to be a reward?” “Yes.” Ilya bent one knee so his shorts pulled tight across his thighs, across the outline of his cock. “Obviously.” “And if I lose?” Shane swallowed nervously. “If I quit before you’re done. What then?” “...then you get to see me cum.” it came out nearly a growl in Ilya’s thick accent. “As punishment.” “Fuck.” Shane got back on the goddamn treadmill and hit the start button. “Fuck. Fine. Let’s go.”

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  7. You're where I wanna be, my darling, can't you see? by

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    2025-12-02

    Shane’s so cute when he’s upset and all Ilya can do is tease him some more. He loves to tease him, he’s so easy to rile up. “Admit it, you missed me,” he teases more, grabbing at his soft blue hoodie. “I fucking didn’t,” Shane says, annoyed but he knows Shane did miss him, because Ilya really missed him. OR Ilya fucks Shane's tits during their first time together

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  8. trace me onto your skin by

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    2025-12-02

    Shane Hollander has been keeping his identity a secret for his entire hockey career. How could he be so irresponsible as to lose his suppressants?

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  9. Not Even a Little Bit, Not Even at All by

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    2025-11-30

    “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane. “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent. “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains. “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.” “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face. “Why?” “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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  10. you’re the only one i want by

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    2025-11-29

    Shane was heartbreakingly beautiful, always, but the mix of shyness and determination, quiet confidence and liquid hot eyes, was devastating. Ilya was getting lightheaded. He couldn’t think of what would be better, Shane dressing up because he thought Ilya would like it, or Shane dressing up because he liked it. Devastating. Shane shows up to Ilya’s apartment in pretty white shorts, and Ilya loses his mind over it.

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  11. You take me to bliss (never felt a love like this) by

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    2025-11-29

    Ilya kisses across his cheek down to his neck, licking up to his earlobe. Shane sucks in a breath at that. Ilya says hotly in his ear, “We should smoke it together, it would be fun.” Shane pulls back, looking into Ilya’s eyes. “You can’t be serious,” he says, that irritation creeping back into his voice. “Why not? Is just us— no one else around. It is not big, just few puffs,” Ilya tries convincing him, peppering his cheeks and jaw with soft kisses. OR Ilya and Shane smoke weed together for the first time one hot afternoon in June at the cottage.

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  12. 1410 by

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    “You wanted this, didn’t you? You want to choke on my come?” Ilya murmured. “Yes,” Shane gasped, taking the Russian’s cock off his mouth to breathe for a second. The admission ripped from his, surely soon, sore throat. “More. Harder, Ilya.” The request was a match to Ilya’s wick. His movements doubled in speed, his hips bucking hard. Shane was lost, his consciousness reduced to Ilya’s thick head constantly pressing on the back of his throat and the iron grip on his neck. or the one in which Ilya and Shane can't keep their hands off each other.

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  13. mother tongue by

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    Shane Hollander was a man defined by rigor. By structure. By the elegant logic of a system mastered through sheer, unyielding effort. He spoke seven languages, not because they came naturally—though French and English had been a delightful exception—but because he pursued fluency like a grand, intellectual hunt. He, however, was failing Russian 301, and the solution was an enforced, peer-led intervention. His required tutor was a junior who knew the language “by osmosis”, and who, Shane knew from the university bulletin and an unfortunate run-in near the campus gym, belonged to the most obnoxious caste on campus: the frat star athletes. Ilya fucking Rozanov.

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