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  1. seeing god by

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    2026-01-11

    Shane rides Ilya into a religious experience, and into the headboard. or Ilya finally gets his bell rung back.

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  2. 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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  3. Ilya rails Shane into the headboard (literally) or Shane gets his bell rung - again.

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  4. Say My Name by

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    Ilya could count the number of times they had met on one hand, and they had only been playing in the NHL for a few months, so he had to have misheard him. He grabbed the remote and went back a few seconds, and he was certain. Shane had just said “Ilya”, on national television, in French, and Ilya was sure he was going to die from the massive rush of blood that shot to his dick. This made no sense. Why would Shane, who had never called him anything except Rozanov, start calling him by his first name to a random French lady on some Wednesday? TL; DR: 5 times Ilya interpreted the French translation of “there is” (which is il y a) as Shane Hollander saying his first name and one time Shane actually did say it.

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  5. Pretty much the second Shane closed the car door, Ilya pounced on him, pulling him into a deep kiss like a man possessed. Shane made a little noise of surprise in the back of his throat before leaning into the kiss, allowing Ilya to explore his mouth with his tongue. “Not that I’m complaining,” Shane said, panting a little as he pulled away for air. “but what prompted this?” Ilya just hummed in the back of his throat, starting the car up. Music from his chill playlist permeated the car at a low volume. He started the drive back to their home, one thing on his mind. “Have I ever told you that you sound very hot when you speak French?” Ilya asked casually. He was going a little over the speed limit. Shane, for once, didn’t scold Ilya, instead too busy sputtering at Ilya’s words. “Seriously? That’s what has you hot and bothered?” Shane asked disbelievingly. or: ilya thinks its really, *really* hot when shane speaks french

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  6. Shane wearing glasses makes Ilya unbelievably horny. cue Shane getting his face fucked within an inch of his life.

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  7. Shane needs a break at a charity gala, luckily Ilya knows exactly what he needs.

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  8. Subservient by

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    Ilya realises that Shane doesn’t just respond to his needs during sex. He's taking orders – and getting off on it. They both are. Get on your knees. That had been the first time Ilya had tested Hollander's boundaries directly. He had noticed during their first couple interactions that Hollander seemed to like the guidance that Ilya gave him. Ilya relished in it; Hollander was the first person who seemed to actually listen to him and do what he was told to do. It was thrilling. But Ilya didn’t realise the depth of Hollander’s submissive streak right away. The first time he had invited him to drink more water, that day in the hotel gym, Hollander had done it immediately. Ilya had figured that Hollander had just had permission to take more than what he thought he was allowed to and didn’t think anything of it. When Hollander had admitted that being with Ilya was his first time being with a man, Ilya assumed that he was shy and nervous, his brown eyes docile and timid. Ilya was determined to make it as easy as possible for Hollander to explore – whatever this was. He remembered being nervous with Sasha, and how Sasha had coached him patiently in how to fuck men. Ilya had been so focused on being good in bed that he hadn’t had too much time to be truly terrified, which was great for him, but Ilya could tell that wasn’t Hollander’s motivator. And that first night in Hollander’s hotel room had left Ilya with questions. The way Hollander had immediately dropped to his knees once Ilya had pressed his thumb into his mouth was...something. Like he’d been given some sort of unspoken permission to do something Ilya would have never told him he couldn’t do, and once he got it, he came alive. Ilya had never experienced someone become so dazed before, so lost inside sex that the outside world didn’t even seem to exist anymore. His eyes...it was like Hollander wasn’t truly in his body. The way Hollander hadn’t asked for reassurance, for guidance, the way he needed to know if what he was doing was good but refused to ask Ilya outright was surprising, but Ilya could feel that he needed it. He'd praised him, of course – Ilya had never come so quick in his life, and he was sure Hollander would have known from that alone that he was good at sex, despite his inexperience. Or maybe in spite of it. But when he stared into those big, sad brown eyes, surrounded by the prettiest freckles he’d ever seen, Ilya could tell that Hollander was less worried about the sex being good, and more worried about Ilya feeling good. It was an important distinction to someone like Ilya, who spent most of his free time bringing people to orgasm because watching the exact moment they fell apart because of him was better than any drink or drug he’d ever taken. Knowing that he was responsible for someone losing control like that, crying out his name, was powerful. He felt powerful in those moments. Useful. And somehow, none of those moments felt anywhere near as heady as when he had made Hollander cry out for him, his strong hands buried in his hair, desperately trying to yank him off his cock as he came, unable to push Ilya off of him because his body was completely at Ilya’s mercy. Nothing had ever felt as good as watching Hollander’s eyes become faraway, filled with unshed tears, red rimmed and desperate as he stared up at Ilya, waiting to take whatever he would give him. Because Hollander didn’t need him. He wanted him. Ilya could feel the difference. He needed more. And he was certain Hollander needed more, too. Ilya tested the boundary again the next time they hooked up. He gently requested Hollander get on his knees, just to see what he would do, and Hollander dropped to the floor so fast Ilya couldn’t believe it. He'd half expected Hollander to tell him to go fuck himself, or to get on his knees instead. But Hollander had hit the ground so hard Ilya had flinched at the sound of his knees hitting the floor, barely able to breathe as Hollander desperately pulled his sweatpants down and suckled at his cock so fast Ilya nearly came right then and there. So, he’d been curious. More than curious. Fixated. Obsessed. Unable to stop thinking about what Hollander would let him do to him. He found himself wishing the women he would meet in every city would somehow reveal themselves to have the same quirks so Ilya could indulge himself with them, and stop thinking about fucking Hollander. But he couldn’t. Ilya couldn’t stop thinking about Hollander, and god knows he’d tried not to think about him. Tried not to think about when he’d ordered Hollander onto his stomach, how he had flipped over immediately for him, despite being nervous. He'd tried not to think about how when Ilya had asked him if he’dbeen fucked before, Hollander had tensed, but when he pressed a finger against his hole, he’d relaxed completely under his touch. How when Ilya had tried to find out if Hollander was a virgin, he had offered up that he fucked himself with a dildo. How when Ilya had pressed two fingers inside him that night, Hollander had scoffed and said he could take more than that, but refused to tell Ilya how big his dildo was. How when Ilya fucked him, Hollander’s eyes would become wetter and more intense, how all he could do was stare at Ilya through heavy breaths and frantically touch every part of him, moaning his name. The more Ilya tried not to think about Hollander, the more he became consumed by him. Ilya needed to know what else he could instruct Hollander to do. Within reason, of course. Ilya just wanted to give Hollander everything he didn’t know he needed.

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

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  10. backwards hat by

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    Ilya silently yearns for frat boy Shane Hollander and his backwards hat, he swears he hates him so why is he in a bathroom on his knees?

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  11. “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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  12. shane never thought he would get such a nice boyfriend, and he surely had never thought he would get one that would bite him and hurt him in a way that felt so good. or, ilya and shane explore more bdsm, specifically biting and spanking. (canon universe/post-cottage & episode 6, soft/hard dom ilya & sub space shane)

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  13. Shane and Ilya's wedding had been perfect. Maybe not in the literal sense, much to Shane's chagrin, but despite the forgotten first dance song and the constant happy tears welling up between them, neither would change the day for a thing. On a purely selfish note, though- Ilya wishes they'd kept more of the cake to themselves. / (Or, Ilya and Shane's vanilla wedding cake gets shared during some very not vanilla sex.)

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  14. "Is this like - a prank?" Shane finally asked, looking down at the underwear again. For such a small piece of fabric they felt like they were drawing their own gravitational pull in the room, had their own centre of gravity. There was a little heart charm on them, sitting in the middle front hem as a decoration. "No," Ilya answered steadily, and when Shane looked back up his eyes were still locked on him. "Then what is it?" Shane asked, touching the fabric again and dragging them a little to the side, like maybe they were hiding something that would make him understand. "A present. For you," Ilya explained, in that bored tone like he'd said it all before. Which technically he had, but it didn't make Shane understand it any better. Shane must have looked even more confused, because Ilya tutted and spoke up again. "To wear, Shane, you have heard of underwear, yes?" or the one where ilya buys his fwb, totally casual situationship shane a pair of panties to try

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  15. “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    “You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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  16. what a pair by

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    When Ilya says “Shane” instead of Hollander, something shifts in him. Panic hits fast and hard, and Shane’s first instinct is to run before the moment can turn into something real. Ilya doesn’t let him. “Don’t leave,” Ilya says. “Talk to me.” Panic and the emotional crash comes to him. Shane feels exposed, needy, and embarrassed by how much he wants to stay, but Ilya keeps him exactly where he is, grounding him. “You’re not going anywhere, da?” Held in place and forced to face what he’s feeling, Shane has the chance to finally ask for what he wants.

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  17. Takes place after the end Heated Rivalry before Long Game. Ilya has moved to Ottawa and the hockey season is starting. He tells Shane if he wants to experiment sexually while they are traveling for work, he would not be jealous. Shane knows Ilya well enough that this is a ridiculous idea. Shane tests Ilya and ends up getting exactly what he wants, punishment in the bedroom.

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  18. Drunkin Thoughts by

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    Lily: Oh so you’re drinker now? Jane: I do drink, just not often. Lily: and why have I not seen before? Jane: Like I said, not often. Lily: You still come over tonight, I already decided what I the plan was and I do not change plans. Lily: Text me when you get in uber. Shane goes out for drinks with the team, and Ilya can’t wait to see what drunk Shane entails.

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  19. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Ilya is struck by how lucky he is to be the first to see Hollander this way. Maybe he’s not the stereotypical Sub, but any Dom would fall over themselves if they knew just how sweet and yielding this body is. And; Shane learns how good Playing can be while Ilya learns how terrible of a thing jealousy is.

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  20. There is no plot. There is no foreplay. This is smut. He never broke eye contact with Shane–not for a second. Their breathing picked up, growing heavier as that familiar pull of desire and want overtook them. They stared at each other, fully aware of just how far gone they both were, how badly they wanted each other, how obsessed they’d become with each other.

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