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    Shane Hollander hasn't been playing well -- he can't focus on or off the ice and his brain feels... fuzzy. Enter Ilya Rozanov, team doctor for the Montreal Voyageurs, who knows exactly what sort of treatment Shane needs.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    God, it’s so big and so heavy, and Shane’s taken it before, but it’s just so much every time. “S—Sir,” Shane wheezes, eyes fluttering open. “Big, it’s—”

    “It’ll fit,” Ilya says gently, rubbing Shane’s clit with firm fingers, barely letting up for a second. “It always fits, doesn’t it? Perfect little pussy. So fucking good for me.”

    “Ilya,” Shane chokes, and gets a harsh slap on his thigh for it. “Sir,” he babbles. “Sir, please—”

    Ilya kisses his clit, slipping another finger beside the puck, and Shane’s back arches off the bench as he comes again, howling.

    “My good luck charm,” Ilya says, hours or days later. All smug, pressing a kiss to the crease of his hip when Shane sobs he can’t do one more. “Keeping the puck warm so we can win, yes?”

    or, shane pussywarms the puck.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    Shane has been trying to figure out how to ask Ilya to stop using condoms. He finally works up the courage the night Boston eliminates Montreal from the playoffs.

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    03 Jun 2026

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    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.”

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    The Hollanov BDSM Mafia AU fic that my depraved brain has come up with.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    Ilya Rozanov’s opponents would describe him as a brutal savage with a dirty record, known for hitting after the bell’s gone off. Spectators would describe him as a cocky spitfire with the stats to back it up, dollar bills passed around like candy whenever he was in the cage. Commentators would describe him as a barreling force of nature with a promising legacy. Weighing in at a hundred and eighty-five pounds of raw muscle, he was the son of Grigori Rozanov, notorious Russian street fighter, and he pulled no punches, so to speak.

    Shane would describe Ilya Rozanov as a fucking asshole with, admittedly, a pretty clean uppercut. Hardly any of the matches he’d watched him win had lasted the full five minutes.

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    AU. Shane first introduces himself to Ilya Rozanov ten minutes before they’re slotted to beat the shit out of each other in front of a live audience. They go together like fire and gasoline.

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    01 Jun 2026