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  1. It turned out the hockey season was a lot more hectic with a full social life in the BDSM club scene and a fiancé who he could never quite escape from. Not to mention wedding planning? God, Shane was in over his head. All he wanted to do was shut his mind off and be a kitty.

    sequel to 'is just ten year plan to fuck'

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  2. “Eyes on me.” There is a sharp satisfaction as those eyes lift immediately to meet his again. “I need your name.” The man’s lashes flutter. “Shane, sir.” Ilya nods and lets his hand move through Shane’s hair. It is soft, and Shane leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly as if the contact alone is enough to ground him. The response is so natural that it gives Ilya pause. “Tell me about your limits.” Ilya doubts he is going to be close to any limits tonight, as Shane looks like he already had a pretty rough night. But he still needs to ask, good hygiene. A small smile appears on Shane’s face, he looks at Ilya deeply, eyes not wandering away as he speaks, “There are no limit, sir.” He looks at the disbelief appearing on Ilya’s face and offers, “I’m the house slave.” Or, Ilya didn’t come for attachment, but Shane, bruised, obedient, and unraveling, becomes the one thing he can’t leave broken.

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  3. 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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  4. Someone is following Shane on his evening run through the woods around the cottage. Paparazzi? A stalker? A crazed fan? … Ilya Rozanov? or Ilya gets really into the concept of hunting Shane for sport and pleasure.

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  5. Shane fucking Hollander. Hockey’s Golden Boy. Long-time crush of Ilya Rozanov. Long, looooong time. A decade of being a fucking simp for this man. God, he was in trouble.

    It should be pretty much illegal to go from their only contact being at face-off across the ice, to suddenly hosting Shane in his exclusive club—during a fucking event, no less. Ilya’s event.

    He would never admit it, but he’s been stealthily trying to get Hollander to show up at his club for years now. Hell, Shane was the whole reason he invested in the club in the first place. Bought a fucking house here. Maybe that was an insane thing to do, but he didn’t care. Ilya was insane. Insane for Shane.

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  6. Shane blinked at Rose. "What," he asked, voice flattening. His fingers twitched against his glass, condensation dripping onto the tablecloth. The words didn't compute. A relationship dynamic sounded like something from a psychology textbook, not whatever chaotic, magnetic pull existed between him and Ilya. "What dynamic? Nothing like that is going on."

    Rose’s fingers froze against her glass. She studied Shane’s face. Watching the furrow between his brows, the way his jaw tensed like he was bracing for impact. He genuinely didn’t know. The realization hit her then. “Shane,” she said slowly, “you seriously don’t see it?”

    or

    Shane realizes that he and Ilya are in a very under negotiated D/s relationship

    Google doc of fic chapter 5 starts on page 72!

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  7. One day, Shane will learn not to take the “you are scared.” bait from Ilya. Today is not that day. **** From Jane: I’m just saying it doesn’t sound real. Sounds like exaggerated porn stuff. From Lily: You don’t think I could make you cum with remote control vibrator in your ass. From Jane: Wearing one of those in public wouldn’t be a turn on, it would be too stressful. Can’t relax enough to get off if you’re worried about someone noticing or figuring it out or whatever. From Lily: Only one way to find out. From Jane: What, you’re gonna buy one of those things and have me wear it in public and try to make me cum? From Lily: Is okay. You are scared to try. From Jane: I’m not scared! From Lily: Prove it. It started out as a perfectly normal conversation. From Jane: You played a good game tonight. From Lily: Dumb boring text. Try again. From Jane: You would have scored at 4:26 in the third if you’d won the faceoff. You lost just under twenty four seconds chasing after the puck before getting it back, that gave the goalie time to adjust and prepare for you. From Lily: What the fuck. From Jane: Yeah, you should have just taken the original compliment. Ilya could practically see the dorky little smirk Shane would have on his stupid beautiful face after that last text, he knew Shane would be tickled fucking pink feeling like he’d gotten the last word in. No matter it was about the tamest of tame chirps, no matter that Shane showing off his IQ by analyzing Ilya’s play down to the second was really just proving that he watched Ilya play every time they weren’t playing against one another. Ilya knew Shane would be smirking maybe even grinning down at the phone feeling awfully proud of himself for getting so snarky and well, that was just unacceptable. From Lily: Here’s a different twenty four seconds for you to think about. The clip was right off of Ilya’s favorite porn site. Not that he spent much time looking at porn anymore, cos replaying the noises Shane made when they checked each other on the ice or closing his eyes and imagining Shane’s eyes closed with Ilya’s cock between his lips was more than enough to get Ilya up and finishing these days, but Ilya still had a favorite site and had a favorite few videos and the almost thirty second clip he’d saved on his phone a while back was exactly the perfect thing to disrupt Shane’s smug little bout of self satisfaction. It wasn’t anything overly explicit. It wasn’t even necessarily hot outside of the context of the whole video. Ilya sent it anyway, then added a cheeky ‘sound up’ reminder, and put his phone away to go take a shower. From Jane: Don’t send me amateur porn, that’s weird. It’s like engaging in someone’s kink without them knowing. From Jane: But I guess if they post it they consent to us watching it? Idk. Weird maybe. From Jane: Also, what is happening here? It’s a guy fully dressed in a suit in a crowded room. He’s hot, sure, but I don’t get it. From Jane: Wait, did he just cum? That’s an orgasm face. Did he just cum in public, why is he– From Jane: THE GUY FILMING HIM HAS A REMOTE FOR A VIBRATOR From Jane: DID THAT GUY JUST CUM FROM A VIBRATOR IN HIS ASS IN PUBLIC?! Ilya had a dozen different texts waiting for him when he got done with the shower and he grinned reading through them, watching Shane go from predictably huffy about the video to full on stunned by it. From Lily: Nice, right? From Jane: I mean. No. Cos I feel like it’s not real. From Lily: Not real? That is ugliest most brutal orgasm face ever, is definitely real. From Jane: Just seems like its exaggerated for porn or kink or whatever. It started out as a perfectly normal conversation, but it very quickly escalated the way things between them always tended to very quickly escalate. From Lily: What, you don’t think I could make you cum with remote control vibrator in your ass. From Jane: No. Definitely not. From Lily: ?? From Jane: Vibe pressure on prostate probably wouldn’t be enough to finish. From Lily: You never know until you try. From Jane: Plus wearing one of those in public wouldn’t be a turn on, it would be too stressful. Can’t relax enough to get off if you’re worried about someone noticing or figuring it out or whatever. From Jane: He was faking. Obviously. From Lily: Only one way to find out. From Jane: One way to find out what? Are you gonna buy one of those things and have me wear it in public and try to make me cum? From Lily: Is okay. You are scared to try. From Jane: I’m not scared! From Lily: Okay. Square up then. From Jane: Square up?! What does that mean?! From Lily: Prove it. Next week is fundraiser gala. You wear the vibrator, I’ll keep the remote.

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  8. Ilya allows the conversation to pivot and brings the iPad up again, waving it like it’s the key to all their problems. “I was curious about this and I read about it many times. Do you know about kinks?” And there go all of Shane’s plans for the night. Or: Ilya and Shane take an agonisingly long time to negotiate their kinks. Then, finally, they act on some of them.

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  9. Shane hears him, loud and clear, but it’s like his words are suddenly shallow and hollow, coming in bits and pieces as they funnel through one ear and out the other, and he swears he’s listening, swears he’s trying to hang onto every word out of his boyfriend's mouth, but that white hot static is louder than ever. His brain feels fuzzy and his eyes blur and whether it’s from unshed tears he hasn’t noticed yet or for another reason completely, he isn’t sure. He isn’t sure how he got from point A to point B, but all he knows is suddenly he can’t breathe. Suddenly, he’s six feet under, water encasing his lungs as they shrivel and expand into nothing. Or: Shane and Ilya get into a fight, and the only way out is through panicking Or: Shane uses a safeword in the middle of an argument

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