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    01 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 98

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    Shane doesn’t think about the girls Rozanov brings home.

    But he hopes they think about him.

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    30 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 85

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    Ilya’s fingers trace a feather-light path across Shane’s collarbone.

    “Or maybe,” Ilya says slowly. “You are jealous of her.”

    Shane twists, a token kind of struggle; Ilya hardly budges.

    “No,” Shane says.

    Ilya makes a thoughtful sound.

    “Are you sure? Marly is big, strong hockey player who played in Boston. Just your type.”

    “Fuck off,” Shane says, but it’s no good when his traitorous dick is obviously hard, positioned just where Ilya’s hips are resting on Shane’s own. Ilya grinds down, just a little, and Shane’s breath catches. Almost without thinking, he’s straining upwards, trying to get Ilya to kiss him. When their mouths are nearly close enough to touch, Ilya says —

    “You want me to tell you about it?”

    OR

    5 times Ilya suggests someone for a fantasy threesome while they're fucking, and 1 time Shane does.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    He should just forget about Rozanov. Forget about Rozanov coming all over his own stomach as Shane watched, transfixed; forget about Rozanov’s hand curving possessively around Shane’s jaw to pull him in for a kiss. Forget about the dizzying, red-hot bolt of shame and anticipation and fear and arousal that had shot through him when Rozanov stroked two fingers down between his ass cheeks and pressed there—a question, an offer. A promise.

    (In which Shane responds to Ilya’s texts between 2011 and 2013.)
     



    “Stop saying dick pic,” Shane hissed. “This is harassment.” He glared at the bulge in his pants. “You are harassing me.”

    “I do not know what this word means.”

    “How fucking convenient for you.”

    “Aw, Hollander,” Rozanov said, but he sounded a little contrite. After a beat, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

    “Don’t you dare stop,” Shane said through clenched teeth, surreptitiously palming himself to take the edge off. It didn’t help.

    “So do you want my dick or not?” Rozanov asked after another beat.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    They’ve hooked up like this about half a dozen times by now, maybe more; often enough, apparently, for it to become something Shane eagerly looks forward to. Beat Boston, then get railed by Rozanov. Preferably on all fours.

    He isn’t going to let a tweaked knee get in the way of that, goddammit.

    (In which Shane and Ilya have to be careful with each other during sex for the first time.)
     



    Shane tears his eyes away before Rozanov can say something obnoxious like “Like what you see?” or “Is rude to stare,” but Rozanov is towering over him now, and when Shane drags his gaze up, his entire field of vision is filled with rippling muscles.

    “Jesus Christ,” he mutters.

    “Like what you see?” Rozanov asks, looking down at himself.

    “Yeah,” Shane says, resigned. No point in denying it.

    Warm hands cup his face, tip his head back. “Is rude to stare, you know.”

    Shane allows himself to melt into the touch. “I know.”

    He feels the tension drain from his shoulders the moment their mouths meet.

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    26 Jun 2026

  6. Public Bookmark 64

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    “You’re drunk,” Ilya interrupted. He sounded amused, at least.

    “No, nope, ‘m not,” Shane insisted, wincing at the slurring he could hear in his own voice. “I had a couple drinks. That’s all. I still wanna…come over,” he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

    “So why are you calling me, Hollander?” Ilya sounded so sexy it was stupid. The way his accent curled like smoke around Shane’s last name made his face flush and his stomach flutter.

    “Uh.” He blinked, and inhaled sharply through his nose. Why was he calling? “I…want you.”

    Ilya’s laugh was sexy, too. Fuck him. “I know you do. Get a car and come over here now, before I change my mind and go to sleep.”

    Or: Shane gets drunk while out with the team in Boston, but he still wants to keep his plans with Ilya.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    "You trust me?" Ilya asks, once, easy. Shane nods without even thinking. Ilya throws the ball. Shane watches as it flies in an arc across the yard. Cookie isn't even back yet. "Prinesi myach."

    Shane doesn't recognize the Russian. Just looks at Ilya.

    "Go on," Ilya says, like Shane's stupid for still standing there. "Go get it."

    "What?"

    "Go get me the ball. Myach."

    ———

    Ilya didn't tell Shane that he's watching a dog for the weekend. Shane isn't upset about it, and he definitely isn't jealous.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Contrary to popular belief, Cliff Marleau is not a complete idiot. He’s not exactly the sharpest knife or tool or whatever the fuck—too many concussions, not enough, like, reading or whatever—but he knows how to smell a rat. And Ilya Rozanov quietly moving to Ottawa as a free agent? Rat fucking central. Especially—especially, because Cliff’s 90% sure he knows why.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Alternate Title: Shane Hollander: Stanley Cup Winner, Accidental Dog Sitter

    Shane: Is this Ilya Rozanov?
    Unknown number: no
    Shane: Oh, but the dog collar had this number.
    Unknown Number: What? What dog collar? What are you talking about?
    Shane: I'm Shane Hollander.
    Shane: I have your dog.
    Unknown Number: Is this ransom threat?
    Unknown Number: Did you kidnap my dog?

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    21 Jun 2026

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    “Mmm. You want it bad,” Ilya purrs, teeth grazing the column of his throat.

    “Yeah,” Shane whines, hating how petulant it sounds. A fresh flare of determination rises up in response. “Just give it to me. Ilya. I can—just go hard. Just make it fit.”

    Ilya laughs quietly, incredulously. It’s hot against Shane’s ear. “Make it fit."

    -

    Or: in the midst of a stressful season, Shane's a little... out of practice. He's not gonna let that stop him getting what he wants.

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    18 Jun 2026

  11. Public Bookmark 82

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    “I just…wanted to know if you’d be interested in trying something. It’s totally okay if you’re not into the idea, obviously.”

    Ilya’s ears perked up. He’d had some of the best sex of his life following basically those exact words. He rested his head on Shane’s shoulder, reaching over to take his hand. “Keep talking.”

    “Well, we have another week here together, and I was thinking. What if you could, uh. Have sex with me whenever you wanted?” Shane asked quietly, turning his hand over in Ilya’s so they were palm to palm, lacing their fingers together. “And I couldn’t say no? Or I mean, I could say it, but you wouldn’t listen.”

    Ilya inhaled sharply and lifted his head from Shane’s shoulder, studying him. He looked tense, but hopeful. Eager. “I would like that,” he enunciated carefully, squeezing Shane’s hand.

    Or: during their second summer at the cottage, Shane suggests trying out free use. Ilya is, predictably, all for it.

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    17 Jun 2026

  12. Public Bookmark 41

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    “...forgive us for the presumption,” Edrehasivar said, tone slightly strangled in the way it always is when he doesn’t like what is coming out of his mouth. “But we thought, if we... that is, if we, er… attended... then you would not have to… no one would have to…" He sagged under our stares. “...stay behind,” he finished feebly.

    We were at that moment visited by a terrible, inevitable vision of the Ethuverazhid Zhas cornered by our mother, and we confess we had to lean on the wall in a brief violation of Alchenar IX.I.VI. Even the edocharei seemed taken aback; even Cala. Edrehasivar looked horribly dismayed at this non-reaction, and immediately started to backtrack. 

    "We do not wish to inflict ourself," he said wretchedly. "It was only a— a thought…" He trailed off, but the pause persisted. In it, we reflected to ourself that while we had taken knives for this boy, and would willingly take plenty more, he had — indeed, has — a talent for making us want to scream in dismay.

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    the alcethmeret's annual springnight gala goes... interestingly.

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    13 Jun 2026

  13. Public Bookmark *

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    Don’t talk and don’t come and stay where I put you when I need you, or I’ll find another hole to fuck, one that’s always ready for me, Ilya had said last night in Shane’s ear, making him shiver in anticipation.

    Shane doesn’t have anywhere to go. He doesn’t have anywhere to be, other than right here, until Ilya needs him.

    ~

    Or, Shane Hollander experiences a day of free use.

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    09 Jun 2026

  14. Public Bookmark 22

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    “How’s the city?” Clark asks.

    It’s an innocent question in order to inspire conversation. He’s asked Bruce the same one multiple times in the past. Usually, he grunts out a simple affirmative that he heard it, or that it’s fine. If Clark needs to know any details, it’s because he’s helping Bruce with an aspect of his work. Yet here, on a night such as tonight, Bruce’s eyes close for a moment to steady himself.

    Clark brings over a slice of rhubarb pie.

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    08 Jun 2026

  15. Public Bookmark 26

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    Shane had come around on the idea of Ilya spitting on his food and in his drinks the second he realised that it was going to become a theme. The immediate gut reaction of arousal, lead fairly quickly into a private spiral of shame before looping back around to a deep wanting again. The whole thought process had occurred in roughly under 5 minutes. But knowing you liked your husband spitting on everything and asking for it were two completely different things. Shane thought about it a lot, practiced how he would bring it up in conversation in his head and tried to give small hints to Ilya that he would be open to trying it again sometime. Eventually, he resigned himself to wait, he knew Ilya well enough to trust he would handle it.

    Or: the five times Ilya spits on Shane's food/drink and one time Shane spits back

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Everyone hates All-Stars. If anyone asks, Shane does, too.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Ilya and Shane engage in a bloodthirsty, high stakes competition after meeting Shane's parents.

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    “You did not fall in love first,” Shane says instantly.

    “I did!” Ilya insists, sitting up out of reach of any reprisal, and clarifies with full derision: “I said, I love you, and you said, holy shit.”

    “Yeah, okay. You loved me first by like two seconds,” Shane scoffs, fondly.

    “Hm, is longer than that,” Ilya says. His heartbeat has sped up, but he knows he can admit it now. Even if it means handing Shane the vulnerable beating heart of him, saying this. He maintains the world’s most casual tone, because he knows it will piss Shane off. “I already told you, before the cottage.”

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Yuna semi-accidentally reads some texts from "Lily" to her son, and comes to exactly the right conclusion. What she does with that conclusion might or might not also be the right thing.

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    Yuna knocks crisply on the giant metal door, and moments later the man himself throws it open. Rozanov is shirtless and smirking in low-slung Adidas sweats. Then he sees her, and the smirk drops into a shell-shocked gape. He goes, eloquently, “uhhh…”

    Yuna gives him a narrow-eyed once-over. She doesn’t… not see what Shane might be attracted to. “Thank you for meeting with me,” she says, and uses the ostentatious size of his doorway to slide past him and into his open-plan kitchen. “I think we have some things to talk about.”

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    05 Jun 2026

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    The play is very, very obvious. Ilya has spent most of his life wanting to be away from it, and to do that, you need a lot of money. The man in front of him has a lot of money, and better yet, a deep appreciation for the muscles that make up Ilya’s stomach. Ilya wishes he had the texts in hand, thick, soft pieces to feed back into his frowning mouth. Remember? When you said: I like you so much, and god I feel crazy and Fuck me, fuck me harder, more, god you feel so big, so good. I can feel you—please, you’re going to make me come. Please can I come. Please, Ilya.

    Always, they beg. Ilya is happier than he thought possible to fit in one body.

    or: Catfish au.

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    04 Jun 2026

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