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when I look at you (fuck) I get confused by stravaig for pretty_vacant (London9Calling)
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
27 Jun 2021
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Being called up to the Flyers mid way through the season should be exciting. It should be a chance to prove himself and earn a permanent spot on the roster as the Flyers’ youngest starting goalie. But the season’s a mess, he’s fighting to even get a chance to start in net and his magic's messed up.
No one said playing in the NHL would be easy, but he thought his magic would at least behave.
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Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.
The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.
It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.
There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.
Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.
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26 Dec 2025
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Lily: He get under your skin? That why you fought him?
Jane: Yeah. I guess so.
Lily: That is my job. He is stealing my thing too.
Lily: Maybe you are getting easier to piss off. Am I not special?Jane: You’re such an asshole.
Lily: So much attitude, Hollander. Would fuck it out of you if I was there. Bet your adrenaline is still high from fight. Fuck that out of you too.
Okay. That—is a change of tune.
Shane exhales. His dick is already twitching with interest, which is not really surprising; it doesn’t take a lot of this kind of attention from Rozanov to get him ready to go. He thinks about Ilya pressing him into the mattress, strong hand between his shoulder blades, fucking into him like he’s trying to drill him through the mattress, and it’s hot, it’s—not right.
Shane wants to kiss him.
He imagines himself in Ilya’s lap, kissing him as best he can between bounces, panting heavily into his mouth, tasting him on every press of their lips.
Jane: No. I’d ride you.
OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off
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26 Dec 2025
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
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26 Dec 2025
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He nuzzles against the exposed skin of his neck, inhaling the scent that clings to his suit jacket collar. It’s perfect.
“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.
“What?”
“You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.
Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.
“You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”
OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas
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26 Dec 2025
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Roy Kent does not acquire a prison bitch on purpose.
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24 Dec 2025