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In late 2014, celebrity photos start dropping. Ilya deletes his texts, his photos, a video he should never have taken. It isn't soon enough.
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02 Jun 2026
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i was raised out in the cold (i was raised on little light) by coffeeinallcaps
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
14 Apr 2026
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No one would believe it now, but Ilya Rozanov was a shy kid, prone to tears. Small for his age. An easy target.
After his mother’s death, he threw himself into hockey. He hit a growth spurt. He started lifting weights, became big and strong. Not as big and strong as his older brother, but big enough to make Alexei and the other bullies think twice. Strong enough to fight back.
(Or: Five times Ilya has to go home to Russia, and one time he chooses to go home to Shane.)
This isn’t what Ilya had in mind when he figured they’d be spending most of their time at the cottage in bed.He throws his arm over his eyes and groans. “I am ruining our time together. I am ruining your time off.”
“No you’re not,” Shane says. “Are you kidding me? I’ve basically been fantasizing about this.”
Ilya lowers his arm. “About me puking all over your favorite place on earth?”
“No, you asshole. About taking care of you.”
Ilya stares at him.
Shane says, defensively, “What?”
“I fantasize about you fucking yourself on boring beige dildo,” Ilya says, voice cracking, “and you fantasize about me being sick at your cottage so you can take care of me?”
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24 May 2026
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The steady, persistent pressure of Rozanov’s thick cock sinking into him is unlike anything Shane has ever felt before. He feels impossibly full, impossibly exposed, but more than that, he feels good.
Fuck, it’s good.
It’s so good that he forgets to feel awkward as he begins to rock back into Rozanov’s thrusts. He forgets to feel ashamed as Rozanov draws sounds out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making. As Rozanov drives him out of his mind and deep into his own body, holds him there, forces him to feel everything and think nothing at all—
Shane forgets to feel anything but good.
(In which Shane has a dirty fantasy, and Ilya runs with it.)
“Ah,” Ilya says softly, brushing a finger along the column of Shane’s throat. “Is that what you want, Hollander? To be humiliated?”“Yes,” Shane says, the word a guttural moan. “No? I don’t know. Maybe. Fuck.”
“To be put to good use? To be told what to do?”
“Yes,” Shane gasps, relieved to be asked a simpler question. “That’s what I want.”
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24 May 2026
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“Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.”
“Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?”
Hayden stops, so Shane does too.
“You don’t know who that was?”
Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer.
“Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious.
Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.”
“At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke.
“He’s a porn star, man.”
“A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?”
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Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.
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23 May 2026
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HockeyPlayer91: You're a fucking weirdo.
Ilya: ur hard arent u
Ilya: be honest or i disconnect and find someone else to talk to
HockeyPlayer91: Wait
HockeyPlayer91: Ok. I am. Fuck
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23 May 2026