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Shane and Ilya agree to dogsit Chiron while Troy and Harris are away. Shenanigans ensue. --- Flufftober day two: petsitting If you read no other flufftober ficlets, read this one. I'm so proud of it.
- Part 2 of princebutt does flufftober 2025
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Shane receives an unexpected gift at an unexpected place for an unexpected reason.
- Part 1 of Game Changer Flufftober 2025
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Do You Want The House Tour? by ItsDaddyMaddy
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-09-30
“You bought a house for me to fuck you in?” Or, how I picture the scene where Ilya is invited to Shane's "investment" building for the first time. Inspired by House Tour by Sabrina Carpenter.
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Shane once told himself it was purely strategic, that Ilya was his greatest adversary on the ice and that his obsession was borne of his killer competitive instinct. Now he knew better. Shane could be battling for the Stanley Cup and in that room full of people he would look for Ilya. Always and against his better judgement. Shane wandered into the communal showers and peeled off the undershirt that stuck to his body like a sweaty second skin. His teammates milled around him with the pleasant hum of a victory in the air. Even naked under the stream of the shower heads, they swatted at each other and horsed around. Shane stuck to his corner and ignored the merrymaking. He had a reputation for being a bit of a wet blanket but he could not begrudge his team the celebrating this time. He of all people knew there were few better feelings than trouncing Boston. Every game against Rozanov went something like this. The rink was charged with electricity before they even set foot on the ice. By the time they were facing off the feeling was overwhelming. Small forms of release would come in body checks and stolen pucks, in thrusting each other against the boards, in assists and goals. At some point around the second period they would start to lose sight of anyone but each other. Shane once told himself it was purely strategic, that Ilya was his greatest adversary on the ice and that his obsession was borne of his killer competitive instinct. Now he knew better. Shane was looking for Ilya because not a single person in the arena of screaming fans mattered. Shane could be battling for the Stanley Cup and in that room full of people he would look for Ilya. Always and against his better judgement. This game had became a two person test of wills, a stubborn and begrudging negotiation of who would come out on top that night. They hated to lose about as much as they loved to fuck each other. And that energy would inevitably follow them into locker room as they quickly moved through the post game rituals. Shane was almost shocked his teammates could not feel it, that he and Ilya orbited each other. The press conferences were torture. It was one of the rare times he and Ilya got to exist together in public without skates on. But there were cameras everywhere and questions designed to instigate barbs that would end up in headlines or on Twitter. “Shane, you have played against Rozanov for five seasons. Talk to us about that. What does it take to beat someone with his agility and strength?” Or “Ilya, Hollander’s backhand conversion at the end of the second period looked an awful lot like one of your signature moves. What do you have to say to that?” Ilya loved when the press leaned into their rivalry. He would give taciturn one word answers or wink to the camera with his signature grin. He rarely if ever made eye contact with Shane. Their feet would tap against each other occasionally, but beyond that they were focused on the mics and cameras in their faces, as if they were two unruly specimens behind a wall of glass. Finally they were back with their teammates and at the part of the night where they made their inevitable excuses about why they could not go out that night to celebrate their victory or bemoan their loss. A festering injury. A previous bad night of sleep. A far off girl who wanted to FaceTime. And each time their teammates would accept it with teases and exasperated shrugs. Now they were off to the race. Sprinting to Ilya’s penthouse or Shane’s empty apartment, where every minute to midnight felt like running through water or dancing on a knife’s edge, equal parts exhausting and excruciating. This night it was Shane who burst into Ilya’s apartment and into his arms. They were on each other as the door shut, wrestling for the upper hand as if this was the real conclusion to their on ice spars, a final wrestle that had them at each others throats and hip to hip. Ilya practically consumed Shane’s mouth. His tongue delved into him like he had hadn’t had a drink of water for days. “Shh,” Ilya mumbled thickly as Shane whined into his mouth. “I know. I will not let you out of my sight.” They had until noon of next day, when Shane’s team would make their way to the airport and back to Montreal. Getting a proper morning was a real treat for Shane and Ilya, and one they never squandered. Ilya spent the first two hours taking Shane apart in every way possible. First with his hands as he gripped their shafts tightly against one another. Next on his knees with Shane’s cock in his mouth. Then with his length buried into Shane and his balls slapping wildly as he piled into him from behind. And then with Shane riding Ilya as Ilya held his impossible large hands to his hips in the way that Shane loved, that made him feel somehow feminine and so obviously a man, the sharply sculpted lines of his abdominals moving as he rode Ilya’s cock. It was usually here, where Ilya had a perfect view of Shane’s wanton and blown out eyes, that he couldn’t hold back his commentary, often in Russian, a language that Shane had slowly begun to understand. In Russian, “you are so beautiful. Taking me like you could do it forever, like this is all you want.” Shame let out a diabolically low moan, one that sounded as if he were in pain. He arched his back as he took Ilya even deeper inside him, frantically riding him as his muscular thighs drove himself up and down. This was nirvana. He felt a level of transcendence here that he only came close to feeling when he completed a perfect assist or slotted in the winning goal in a playoff game. Sex and hockey. He was fastidious in both. Athletic, quietly but consistently skilled, aiming to please. Shane came first, pulling Ilya in with him. He loved the feeling of Ilya’s warm release filling him. And the panting the came after. And him leaning forward to let Ilya’s softening cock pull out. And the feeling of his come running down Shane, gushing out in a way that made him stumble to the bathroom with a mumble and a promise to be back over the bark of Ilya’s laughter.
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Delicious BBQ (Bathroom Blowjob Quickie) by bubbleomatic
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-09-29
Ilya wasn’t sure what turned him on more: being accepted and loved unconditionally by the Hollanders, or seeing Shane dripping wet and glistening in the summer sun. Whatever the reason was, he needed to get Shane alone. And fast.
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We will give them everything by mae, onthewaytosomewhere (mae)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-09-27
Actors Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov's new show is set to come out soon. The day the fans find that out is full of overwhelming support. None of the fans know though that the leads in their new anticipated show are not just together on the screen, so they're quiet about their joy. Both for the show and for being together. Of course, all the excitement of the day leads to another kind of excitement. OR the hollanov actors au no one asked for but i couldn't not write after the deadline article came out
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After a night of drunken shenanigans with Rose, Shane wakes up with a horrible hangover, a Page Six feature, and a ring in his face. Thankfully, Ilya is ready to sooth his embarrassment away. Kind of. Sort of. Mostly. Not really.
- Part 6 of Only Ever You
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Ilya and Shane are at a press conference before the start of their first season as teammates
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who cares about breaking the internet by mae, onthewaytosomewhere (mae)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-09-13
the boys break the internet by posting a seemingly innocent picture from out at the cottage while also getting a lil smutty time ...
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“You know - my biggest fucking fear came true on a huge scale. The entire planet found out I’m gay, Ilya can never go back to his home country again, my life blew up, and none of you asked if I was okay. I can’t believe I almost gave him up just so I would never have to face this exact reaction from people who yesterday I would’ve considered family. I can’t believe what I almost let you all cost me.” And then, quieter, “I can’t believe how little it took for you to throw me away.” Hauling his bag over his shoulder, Shane stared around the room, one more glance at the men he’d given the best years of his career to. “Best of luck next year without me.” OR Hurt by the team's accusations that he let the Centaurs win, Shane gets his pain off his chest before leaving the Voyageurs' locker room for good.
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Shane and Ilya invite Harris and Troy to the cabin for some end of summer fun.
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Shane accidentally wears a shirt with ‘Rozanov 81’ instead of the one with his name and number to a press event. Later they have sex about it.
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Shane pulls together a beach party on the team's day off in Florida. Little did he know when he planned it that Ilya was going to make it his mission to drive him crazy by wearing something that can barely be called swimwear. Cabana sexin' ensues.
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“You owe me a shirt,” Shane greeted him. Ilya let out a gruff, short, laugh, remembering the shirt of Shane’s that he'd soaked, right by this pool hours ago. Shane’s abs had clung against the wet fabric. Ilya had wanted to bite them. “Did you forget how to clean clothes?” Ilya smirked. The water slid along his calves as he knocked their shoulders together; Ilya grinned and continued, “If so, I did you a favor. Was an ugly shirt.”
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“We both know you love to be rewarded for being good and working hard,” Ilya tenderly stroked the side of Shane’s neck with his thumb. “But when you make a mistake, I think you would maybe like a little bit of punishment.” He squeezed again on the word “punishment,” tighter, tight enough to make Shane’s breath hitch.
Shane has a penalty box installed in his home practice rink at the cottage, and it inspires some new feelings in Ilya.
Part of The Off Season Fic Fest!
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After dinner, they decide to take a family walk down to the beach. The sun is setting, and bright oranges and pinks illuminate the sky, lighting up the water like a pastel painting. Oliver runs into the waves in his clothes, and Irina yells at him from Shane’s arms where she’s happily planted. At two she’s adventurous, maybe too much so, and Shane isn’t sure he can handle two wet children before bedtime. Irina wiggles and whines enough, though, and before he knows it her little fingers are curled around his and she’s skipping through the wake, soaking both Shane and herself in salty spray. Ilya chuckles from where he stands close to them, phone out to take pictures, as Shane grins over at him. OR Shane and Ilya take their kids to the beach.
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Alternate title: the Role Model epilogue we never got but totally deserved
Harris takes Troy back to Florida to make new memories. Short and sweet and smutty little vacay fic.
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Shane's breath immediately picked up, a natural response to being held under a predator's gaze. It always seemed to happen—his body reminding him that this was wrong, that he should be afraid, that this creature wanted to consume him. But Shane's mind never bothered to listen. In which Ilya is a vampire, and Shane is his beloved, blood-supplying pet.
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Ilya starts a new game: using Russian to fluster Shane in public. Shane is terrible at this game.
- Part 5 of Only Ever You
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Sometimes Ilya needs a visceral reminder of who Shane belongs to. So Shane tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and opens his mouth.
- Part 4 of Only Ever You
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