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  1. spilt milk tears by

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    2026-10-12

    Shane closes his eyes and presses the pharmacy bag against his forehead. He has medication, clearance to play, and confirmation that the tumor inside his head is benign. In three to seven days, the lactation should stop, and this entire humiliating problem will become something he can pretend never happened.

    Unfortunately, tomorrow afternoon, Ilya Rozanov will be waiting for him at his house. Shane plans to arrive, have sex with him, and return to the hotel before either of them can make the evening more complicated than it needs to be.

    All Shane has to do is prevent the most observant asshole alive from touching his chest. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, a voice in his head replies, sounding disturbingly like the one Hayden uses for his kids. Shane groans out loud and goes to find something to eat so he can take his first dose of medicine.

    or, Shane, an alpha, is leaking milk. Instead of talking about this, Hollanov deal with it in their own, special way.

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  2. Shane didn’t know but Ilya liked to observe the iridescent stains it left on his skin in the mirror of the bathroom, his fingertips caressing his skin gently, slowly.

    He liked the view of his body splattered in glitters, knowing it was Shane’s come—his claim.

    Shane tries to get his boyfriend drunk to know his species and gets more than what he bargained for.

    And Ilya realises that his boyfriend’s come is 1) glittery 2) an aphrodisiac 3) smells and tastes like fruity juice.

    Or, alternatively : none of them is human, but they sure can get drunk.

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  3. Shane leveled a glare at Ilya. “You should’ve told me earlier. We could’ve… rescheduled.”
    Even as he said it, Shane knew he didn’t mean it. Tomorrow was their only shared day off for 29 days, an absurdly long time. Neither of them wanted to be anywhere but right here.
    Ilya scoffed. “No. I’ve been waiting all day to fuck you just like this.”
    Shane swallowed. His mouth was suddenly very dry. “You have?”

    Or; Ilyapussy

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  4. "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?”

    or

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

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  5. Salve by

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    2026-08-10

    Ilya Rozanov was starting over. His mother was long dead, his father had finally passed, and his brother didn’t want him around anymore. Moscow was nothing but dead bodies and fading memories and scars that just wouldn’t heal.
    Enter Shane Hollander.
    *Laceration, from Ilya’s POV

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  6. Help A Bro Out by

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    2026-07-24

    Ilya wakes up after a particularly brutal game a little different. What is his good bro Cliff to do but help him out?

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  7. This boy would kill him. This gorgeous, precious and kinky boy will be his downfall, and Ilya will not even resist. “Yes moya lyubov. My little slut, only mine. No one else can have you, no one else is allowed to even look at you, yes? Only me.” “Yes, God. Only ever you.” Shane whined, throwing an arm over his face. “No no no, none of that now.” Ilya firmly pulled his arm away from his face, before pulling both of them up above his head, holding them there with one hand, “You cannot say such filth, and then get shy on me Hollander.” OR The Hollanov BDSM Mafia AU fic that my depraved brain has come up with.

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  8. There was a small recoil, nothing Shane would consciously register as a recoil, just a slight drawing-back of his head and a micro-expression crossing the bridge of his nose.

    His brows pulled together for one second, and he pulled the carton away from his face, examining the opening.

    Ilya Rozanov has seven cameras. Ilya Rozanov has a blog.

    His gay roommate doesn't know about any of this.

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  9. If Ilya Rozanov was set to be branded for life in the space above his butt crack, he was damn well going to pay a premium for it.

    Booking with one of the most exclusive tattoo studios in North America was the easy bit.

    Having his brain melted into oblivion by Shane Hollander’s steady hands and even steadier voice was decidedly not part of the plan.

    Or, the one where tattoo artist Shane is very good at giving instructions.

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  10. There’s a bulletin in the newspaper delivered to the cottage on Sunday morning, a brief warning to locals and tourists alike. Try not to go hiking alone. If you do, be sure to let someone know where you are and when you’ll be back. You never know what could befall you—who you could meet—in the woods! It’s a shame Shane doesn’t read the paper before slipping out in the predawn morning, Ilya fast asleep beside him.

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  11. Avarice by

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    2026-05-19

    Four bodily fluids that define the obsession between Canada’s Shane Hollander and Russia’s Ilya Rozanov.

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  12. Wild Geese by

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    2026-05-17

    When Shane pulls away, he swallows audibly and the breath catches in his throat when he says, “There’s something you should know, too. Um, before.”
    Ilya traces a thumb over his lips, pouts his own to show he’s listening. “Hm?”
    “I’m a man,” Shane says, carefully.
    Ilya scoffs. “Obviously. I’m not—”
    “No, no, I mean—I’m a man. You need to remember that. Because—”
    “Oh,” Ilya murmurs. He brings his other hand up, settles it in the curve of Shane’s neck. “I understand."

    A hockey player and the most beautiful man he's ever seen walk into a bar.

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  13. 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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  14. shane: ok so ur an intruder and you sneak into my house while im sleeping on the night of my birthday and torture me sexually for hours ilya: shane- shane: and you fuck my mouth and cum in it then duct tape it shut so i have no choice but to swallow it

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  15. “Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”

    Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.

    “Rozanov,” he begs again.

    “Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”

    “You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.

    “Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”

    “I did!” Shane says, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.

    “Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”

    OR:

    Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.

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  16. "Where's Rose?" Shane asked, the confusion in his tone obvious, but 'Ilya' didn't buy it. Or didn't care to.

    "Ah, i see. This is .. foreplay."

    Shane's lips parted in disbelief.

    "Foreplay?" He practically squeaked, his voice a pitch higher and riddled with concern. For both his friends safety and because— is this person flirting with him?

    Or NHL star Shane Hollander accidentally calls a sex hotline and Ilya Rozanov answers.

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  17. “Ilya’s been looking forward to today, the only full day they could find together this month. Of course, that’s when one of Ilya’s clients decides he needs to close a deal. He genuinely considers hiring an assassin—pulls the number up on his phone and everything—before Shane talks him out of it. ‘Why don’t I come spend time at the office with you?’” (Or: Shane warms Ilya's cock. That's it, that's the fic.)

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  18. “It won’t stop,” Shane said to the floor. His hands slid down and grabbed at his crotch, rubbing frantically over his boxers. “I can’t make it stop.”

    They were still in the fucking hallway, and yes, it was six in the morning, but it was not private. Anyone could walk in, from their own apartments or the elevator. And Shane wasn’t exactly being quiet, gasping and groaning as he massaged himself. Viagra didn’t do this. It didn’t make you lose all sense of space, of boundaries, of… yourself.

    This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t natural.

    ***

    The morning after Ilya watches Shane and Rose together at the club, he gets a call from Shane. Something is wrong, and Shane says Ilya is the only one who can fix it. Ilya knows it's a bad idea, but that's never stopped him before.

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  19. Stuck and fucked by

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    2026-03-27

    “Shane, why are you still under there?” “I’m stuck,” Shane said, committing fully now. The room fell silent for a beat and it was long enough that Shane almost pulled himself out right then and there out of sheer embarrassment. “You are stuck,” Ilya echoed. “Yes.” “Like last week.” Shane squeezed his eyes shut embarrassed about the whole situation. “I was not–” he started, then stopped himself. “That was different.” “You were under the coffee table,” Ilya said, stepping closer. “And also stuck.” —— Or the one where Shane wants to get stuck and fucked

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  20. And oh, Ilya was a weak, weak man. Because Shane had clearly gotten the wrong advice from someone along the line. And as his RA, his mentor and guide in the first year of Shane's college career, he was meant to correct that. Steer his charge clear of such horrible, terrible ideas as asking their “straight” RA to teach them how to kiss behind their boyfriend's back. Say no, malysh, you really don't need to worry about this, your first kiss should be with someone you love and trust and really want to kiss. “Okay,” he said, instead, and thought that at least he wasn't going to be sent back to Russia. He was going to be sent straight to hell.

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