1 – 20 of 48 Works in Shameless Smut

  • Shameless Smut ×
  1. “Sin Bin? Really?”
    Ilya grinned at the expression on Shane’s face. “You like?”
    “This is about fucking someone in the penalty box,” Shane told him.
    “Not someone, Shane. It’s about fucking you in the penalty box. Until you stop making your angry kitten face.”
    At least the song didn’t use the phrase ‘angry kitten’. Shane was grateful for that at least. “You use real hockey terms!”
    “Sin bin is slang, could mean anything,” Ilya said, still grinning.
    Shane looked down at the sheet of lyrics in his hand. “Sin bin, soft hands, checking, five minute major, rink, skating… this is a hockey themed porn song!”
    .....

    Shane Hollander is living two lives. In one life, he's leading a team that no longer likes or trusts him after his coming out. In the other life, he's experiencing love for the first time (in a secret relationship) with rock and roll star Ilya Rozanov.

    Those worlds are harder to separate when Ilya's song about Shane becomes an NHL meme.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    60,147
    Chapters:
    12/?
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #92949756
  2. I write ficlets on Threads and will start posting them here! Each chapter is a different post and each will be random and different. I will add tags when I need to.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    931
    Chapters:
    2/?
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #93259461
  3. After the tuna meltdown, Shane's plan to win Ilya back in Tampa is a spectacular failure. The cottage never happens.
    So what's left? Rolex still want him at Wimbledon, so why not spend summer in Europe?
    And he'll be sitting next to a Swedish princess.

    Except...The princess turns out to be a Swedish prince. Very charming, very hot, and very gay. And very much into Shane.

    When the photos hit the internet, Ilya is going to have some feelings about that. And way more than Rose Landry to worry about.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov is about to find out what happens when you tell Shane Hollander you're nothing to each other and then have to watch him move on.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    67,334
    Chapters:
    7/7
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #88683296
  4. Want to win a date with an All Star?

    When the NHL hosts a charity gala during the 2016 All Stars weekend, both Shane and Ilya are put on auction as donors bid on a chance to go on a date with them in support of a good cause.

    Too bad they bet on each other.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    31,899
    Chapters:
    8/?
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #82240551
  5. GCS Rare Pair Prompt #8

    When the Boston/Montreal game gets cancelled due to two feet of snow Cliff invites himself back to Ilya's house for a drink, and who is there waiting, but Svetlana. One drink becomes two and a proposition is made.

    OR: Svetlana visits Paris with Ilya and Cliff

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,676
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #89133176
  6. “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)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    18,653
    Chapters:
    2/2
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #86799081
  7. “I’m…. I have a boyfriend, actually,” Shane whispered. “So…”

    “So?” The demon’s expression broke into an amused grin. “I don’t really care, but I can be polite. Where’s he, then?”

    He ditched me just an hour before our date for something definitely more important, and that’s how I got in a shitty warehouse with my friends, summoning a sex demon, who hit my balls while I was asleep and it was so fucking good I got the hardest orgasm in my life, though Shane.

    “Like, currently?” he said. “I don’t know.”

    _____________

    Demon summoning go wrong. Or right?

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    10,246
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #83897671
  8. J.J. and Shane have just won the 2015 Stanley Cup. The energy is amazing, and J.J. loves his team, and he loves his captain. His capitaine.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,025
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #82990251
  9. “You like this.” Ilya said more like a statement than a question.

    “Like what?”

    “When I said that this is something serious.”

    Shane blushed and looked away.

    Ilya gently grabbed Shane's chin and brought his face up to meet Ilya’s eyes.

    “I like it too.”

    OR

    Shane and Ilya don’t hook up until a little later on in their story, but not for lack of trying or interest. When they do finally get together, things move faster and feelings are expressed sooner. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t difficult moments to overcome on the path to their happy ending.

    This story is an exploration of a completely alternative timeline in the Hollanov love story—using a combination of the show and the original Heated Rivalry and Long Game books. There will be pining, yearning, big emotional moments, and angsty roadblocks. With, of course, a very happy ending for our boys.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    60,937
    Chapters:
    41/41
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #82285426
  10. Hayden decides to bring in a little extra help to bring some heat back to his and Jackie's love life.

    OR: Cliff Marleau gives Jackie Pike what she deserves, and Hayden has to watch.

    Disclaimer: Having a threesome with Cliff Marleau is not guaranteed to fix your love life with your spouse.

    (but it’s probably worth a try)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,952
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #82756091
  11. The NHL partners with an omega health organization for a safe-sex awareness campaign. Shane Hollander—the league's most prominent omega player—is asked to participate in a filmed segment where a certified alpha health educator demonstrates on an anatomical dummy how to properly prepare an omega outside of heat. Professional. Clinical. Except the educator cancels last minute, and the only alpha already on set who has media clearance is Ilya Rozanov. The demonstration involves lubricant, careful stretching, and detailed verbal narration of technique. Shane has to stand there and provide "the omega perspective." The dummy is silicone and clinical and shouldn't be erotic at all, but Ilya's hands are huge and deliberate and he keeps glancing at Shane while describing proper preparation. Shane would rather take a slap shot to the face than admit what's happening below his waistline right now. Fuck.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    11,246
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #80488001
  12. Shane stares at the fabric in his hands and takes a deep breath. He’ll never hear the fucking end of it if he wears this thing out. He’ll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t. Lose-lose, really. A whoop sounds out behind him as Shane slips the jersey over his head. It sits awkwardly, though he can’t tell if that’s because the material is brand new or because his body won’t relax. It’s hot, as if the fabric lettering on the back is branding his skin. As if he’ll take off the jersey and be marked for life: ROZANOV. 81. Shane wears Ilya's jersey out in public. Ilya has very strong feelings about it.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    7,062
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #79932816
  13. “Does the Dominus enjoy serving a slave?” Ilya murmured. Shane looked up at him through dark lashes. His mouth was a hairsbreadth away from Ilya’s cock, and Ilya could see the exact moment the last of his composure burned out, shedding, the way a snake left its old skin behind, eyes bright and body underneath already new— —and instead of answering, Shane licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, root to tip. The law calls Ilya a slave. The mob of Rome calls him their lion, their Gladiator. Senator’s son Shane calls him to his bed. Now Shane wants to call him free, but that means owning him first.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,095
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #79143956
  14. Three times Shane fucked himself on his foster father’s knot while he slept, and one time Ilya was awake for it.

    The rules of their foster relationship were simple: don't ask about the blood, don't touch the guns, and definitely don't ride your alpha father's cock while he's blackout drunk.

    Shane is very bad at following rules.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    9,644
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #79117361
  15. A soulmate. It was what all alphas, betas, and omegas had searched for since the creation of their kind. It was a time that came for every and all beings of full maturity that could speak, run, feel, breathe, hunt, and fuck. And now, it was Shane's turn. He would embark to find his mate like all others who had come before him, consummate the mating bond, and begin the next chapter of his life with the missing piece of his fractured soul—an alpha of his very own. A Hollanov primal A/B/O AU fueled by instincts, mating traditions, and soulmate bonds.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,078
    Chapters:
    4/4
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #78394751
  16. One accidental word sends Shane spiraling, but Ilya knows exactly what Shane needs—and he’s going to make him ask for it properly.

    or

    Shane accidentally calls Ilya Dad and realizes he might have a daddy kink

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    4,844
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #78441246
  17. Ilya wins MVP. Shane wears Ilya's gift to himself during the ceremony, driving him crazy with the filthiest mouth.

    ~~~

    Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.

    Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.

    Daddy

    His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."

    Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."

    Shane blinked. "What?"

    "You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again."

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    34,902
    Chapters:
    9/9
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #77807416
  18. "You were missing goals because of this...secret." He thumbed over the lace at the thought. Shane tried to swallow the lump in his throat but this new form of humiliation with Ilya was arousing to him. Ilya's reaction was not judgment, just pure want. "Put them on." Or: Shane loses a bet with Hayden and has to wear lingerie during a game. Ilya finds them and is insistent that Shane try them on. Shane Hollander was a man, and men - at least in his mind - did not wear such garments. He glanced at himself in the mirror, clenching his jaw so tight that it hurt. The locker room was a sea of pre-game chatter - sticks tapping against the floor, laughter echoing off the walls, and a pungent scent of sweat-caked gear lingering in the air. But Shane paid no mind to any of that because he could not remove his thoughts from the humiliating secret hidden underneath his hockey gear. It was just a stupid bet really. Hayden Pike had been his friend and foe on the ice for years, playing with and against each other as they were passed from team to team. Their banter was playful and sharp, but at the end of the day they were still good friends. Although after tonight's game, Shane might have to reconsider. A few weeks ago, after Ottawa had pushed Montreal out of the play offs in over-time, Hayden cornered Shane outside of the dressing room. "You've gotten feisty Hollander," he grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bet you I can score more goals than you in the next match up." Shane, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the loss, shot back, "You're on. Loser does what exactly?" "Something embarrassing." Hayden grinned. "What like wearing woman's underwear during a game?" A question he would later regret asking. Hayden laughed in delight. "Perfect! Full game though, no backing out and no taking them off half way." Shane was certain he would win, but fate - or bad luck - would prove him otherwise. In their rematch, Hayden racked up one solid goal and a hat trick while Shane only managed an assist. A fact that otherwise would not have bothered him, but the bet was sealed. And now, Shane was wearing the black lacy panties Hayden had mailed him with a note: can't wait to see you squirm. What a dick. The fabric was soft, almost too soft. It hugged him in a way that felt foreign and intrusive. As he laced up his skates, he desperately tried to ignore how the lace rubbed against his skin with every movement. It was supposed to be a joke, just a humiliation tactic, but as he slipped on his jersey a strange heat crept up his neck. He shook it off, focusing on the game ahead. Tonight was crucial - this was his teams chance to earn their spot back in the play offs and Shane will be damned if he lets a silly bet get in the way. The team filed out to the ice for warm-ups and relished in the roar of the crowd. Shane glided onto the rink and relaxed a little when the cool air hit his lungs. He circled the net, firing pucks at the goalie, trying to find his rhythm. But every stride and pivot sent him a subtle reminder of what was hidden beneath his uniform. "Focus." he muttered to himself. Hayden was out there too, smirking as he stretched. Their eyes locked and Hayden winked. Shane vowed to give that man a taste of his own medicine tonight. The national anthem played, the puck dropped, and the game began. Shane won the opening face off and sent the puck back to his defenceman. He charged forward while stick-handling through the neutral zone. Ottawa's defense closed in and he passed to the wing man, but his mind wandered for a split second. The lace pressed against him as he accelerated. He thanked god that his helmet hid the blushing on his face. First period flew by in a blur. Shane assisted on a goal, bringing the score 1-1 but he couldn't shake off the awareness. Every time he sat on the bench to catch his breath, the fabric teased him. It wasn't painful, just constant. By intermission he was sweating more than usual and his heart pounded in his chest. The coach barked orders in the locker room, adjusting lines and replanning strategies. Shane could only half-heartedly pay attention. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought. This was supposed to be embarrassing...not arousing. He shifted in his seat and the lace shifted just right, sending blood to his groin. He stifled a whimper and prayed that none of the other guys had heard what did slip past his lips. During the second period the intensity grew. Ottawa scored on a power play to take the lead. Shane retaliated with a hard check to an opponent, the impact jarring through his body. But even the brute force of the collision couldn't drown out the thrill he felt from this secret. As he skated back to the bench he realized that the lace was now cradling his half hard cock in a devilishly pleasant way. "Hollander get your head in the game!" His lineman yelled as they set up for the next shift. Shane nodded, but he knew that would be an impossible task. He imagined Hayden knowing and pictured a smug look on his rivals face. that thought only heightened the sensation. During a penalty call, Shane looked over at Hayden who was trash talking another Mett. Hayden caught his eyes and his expression shifted. Fuck. Shane thought. He knows. The puck dropped and Shane exploded off the bench. He intercepted a pass and made a break away towards Ottawa's net. The crowd roared but all he could think about was the sliding of lace against his growing erection. He deked the goalie, slapping a shot that dinged off the post. Close, but not a goal. He circled around and huffed in frustration. How could a stupid pair of panties throw him off his game this badly? He would have never missed that shot otherwise! By midway of the second period, Shane was a mess. His plays were sharp but fueled by a bizarre adrenaline that had his sweating profusely. His thoughts were consumed and he liked it. God he liked it. And the make matters worse, he started thinking about Ilya...on his knees...kissing up Shane's thigh to- NOT NOW! He yelled at himself. Shane was all to aware of the sensations in his body now, and not just his arousal. The pressure of his skates on his feet, the weight of his helmet on his head. He wanted to rip his gear off and let someone have their way with him. He wanted Ilya. A whistle blew for icing and Shane lined up to face off with Pike.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,293
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #77866726
  19. Shane and Ilya are hunkering down at the cottage for the 2020 lockdown. They enjoy each other. (Shane throws his ass in a circle).

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,507
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #77762976
  20. Shane and Ilya have gone 20 days without, and Shane, along with his new battery-operated friend, is going to show Ilya just how much he missed him. ~~~ "Open." Shane opened his mouth and Ilya fed his cock back in, not gentle this time. He thrust forward and Shane gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat and took it, took everything Ilya gave him. "That's it," Ilya growled, fucking into his mouth with short, brutal strokes. "That's my good boy. Taking my cock so fucking well. Always take me exactly how I like it."

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    7,853
    Chapters:
    3/3
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #77362251
  1. 1
  2. 2
  3. 3
  4. Next →