Hollanov
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Shane needs words—explicit proof that Ilya’s silence isn’t rejection. When jealousy finally cracks Ilya’s control at All-Star practice, Shane gets it: raw, possessive, and filthy. One locked hotel door later, Ilya makes him kneel, claim, and beg—proving exactly who Shane belongs to.
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“Come here.” Ilya says.
Shane scrambles at the command, about to stand up.
“No,” Ilya says stopping him, “Crawl. Crawl to me.” He’s got his cock back out and he’s stroking it again in anticipation.
Shane swallows and gives a small slow nod before dropping to his hands and knees. He keeps his eyes locked on Ilya, crawling slowly towards him, his hard dick bobbing with each push forward.
The tension in the room is thick and charged, Shane’s heart is beating so fast, he thinks Ilya can probably hear it.
Ilya could almost faint at the sight. The sight of the Shane Hollander, naked and needy, crawling towards him just because he told him to.
“Ty ne ponimayesh’, kak sil’no ty na menya deystvuyesh’.” Ilya whispers, raspy and breathless.
(You don’t understand how strongly you affect me)Series
- Part 1 of Hollanov
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Prompt request from tumblr user @mimilaroo: Hollanov figuring out nicknames for each other.
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It slips out without ceremony.
They’re both half distracted, Shane flipping through his phone on the couch while his head is nuzzled against Ilya’s shoulder as he scrolls through Netflix movies.
“Have you seen this movie,” Ilya says, then adds, absentmindedly, “Kotik?”
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- Part 2 of Hollanov
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They push open the bedroom door and freeze.
Svetlana is fully straddling Rose, kissing her like the world is ending in ten minutes.
Shane stops so abruptly that Ilya bumps into him.
Rose gasps and pulls back, hand flying to her mouth.
Svetlana barely blinks, just glances over her shoulder with the poise of someone caught checking her reflection, not making out in someone else’s bed.
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- Part 3 of Hollanov
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Shane confesses he imagined Ilya the entire time he was with Rose Landry, couldn’t even stay hard without picturing Ilya’s mouth and cock. Ilya, burning with possession, demands the filthy details while he gets on his knees for Shane.
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“Tell me again,” Ilya says, voice low, almost a growl. “Everything you thought about when you were inside her.”
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- Part 4 of Hollanov
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“Ten years,” Svetlana says, pointing her glass at the two men on the floor between them. “Ten fucking years of tension, and now you sit there like innocent puppies. Kiss already.”
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- Part 5 of Hollanov
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Dialogue prompt: "Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."
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It’s a nothing interview. Pre-game in Montreal before they warm up for the game against Boston. One camera, one reporter Shane recognises but doesn’t really know. The question’s about a Russian rookie adjusting to the league. Shane answers in English at first. Then the reporter follows up, in Russian.
The NHL translator shifts instinctively, already stepping closer.
Shane doesn’t pause. He answers back in Russian before the translator can open his mouth, quick and clean, accent careful but confident. Just a sentence. Then another. The translator hesitates, then stops entirely, hands dropping like he’s been waved off without a word.
Shane switches back to English like it didn’t happen.
The reporter freezes. The camera freezes. Fans online detonate.
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- Part 6 of Hollanov
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One plus one equals the summer before rookie season by grabmyboner
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
31 Jan 2026
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A decade later, Shane’s mother remembers an elevator. The math checks out. Shane panics. Ilya doesn’t. Somehow, this is a love story.
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Yuna is twirling some spaghetti on her plate. David is talking about traffic. Shane is half listening, half smiling at Ilya in a way that catches Yuna off guard. How easy it is, how settled.
She says, absently, “I remember the first time I met Ilya.”
David has the distinct sense that he should intervene. He chooses, instead, to shovel pasta into his mouth.
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- Part 7 of Hollanov
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Prompt: “You’re mine. Say it” The thing is I can totally imagine Ilya saying this, I kinda want Shane to?
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The Metros vs Raiders game in Boston is tight and starting to tilt the wrong way.
Rozanov’s heating up, the dangerous kind of heating up.
Shane’s line comes off the ice, breathless. The coach paces behind them, muttering, reading the flow of the game.
Then he snaps his fingers at Shane.
“Hollander.”
Shane looks up.
Coach jerks his chin toward where Ilya is gliding across the ice, annoyingly effortless.
“He’s yours,” the coach says. “Stick to him. Shut him down. Don’t let him breathe.”
Shane waits for more instruction, but that is the instruction.
Coach adds, almost like he’s daring him:
“Go ruin his night.”Series
- Part 8 of Hollanov
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we don’t collectively talk enough about how good shane is at riding ilya
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Ilya groans, head tipping back against the pillow. He can’t stop staring at the way Shane’s quads flex and release with every rise and fall.
Shane starts slow, long, deliberate strokes, lifting high enough that Ilya almost slips free before sinking back down to the root. Each drop sends a jolt through Ilya’s spine. Shane’s hands stay braced on Ilya’s chest at first, fingers splayed, using the leverage to help control the rhythm.
“You good, Rozanov?” Shane murmurs, voice rough.
His lidded eyes are staring down at Ilya’s sex drunk face. He clenches on the next upstroke, deliberate, and Ilya’s hips snap up helplessly.
“Ni khréna sebe…” Ilya curses in Russian under his breath.
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- Part 9 of Hollanov
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