PetronellaRose
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Shane Hollander didn't masturbate.
That was true right up until it wasn't. But when Ilya Rozanov sits across from him on that gym floor and insists he drink, Shane begins to give some credence to the idea. And he has to figure out just how he likes to make himself feel good, all while trying to keep down the guilt and shame in his chest. For eight years.
Takes place over the entire Season 1 timeline.
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30 Jun 2026
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According to the link they’d emailed him, it was in transit today. So it could be there by the time he got finished with practice. He hoped to god it wasn't. He could just imagine them leaving it on his doorstep with a big neon sign that said, Hey everybody, Shane Hollander bought a dildo!
Please don't be here please don't be here please don't be here Shane mentally begged as he climbed the stairs to his condo. And of course, as soon as he could see the door, there was a simple, nondescript brown box sitting neatly on the mat.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
He hustled super casually to his doorstep, only dropping his keys once. There wasn't even anyone else in the hallway, what the fuck was he so worried about? Nonetheless, he unlocked the door and kicked the box gracelessly inside.
Once he’d double checked the locks and taken a moment to calm his heart rate, he looked down at the cardboard container like it was going to bite him or something. Like it was full of live spiders and not a very popular and well rated sex toy that he, an adult man, had bought of his own free will with his own damn money.
“Stay,” he commanded, his voice cracking pathetically.
He quickly took off his shoes and dropped his bags and coat before picking up the box and examining it. It honestly wasn't that egregious. Just a plain brown box with a nonspecific return address. It could be holding anything from a nice pen set to a bunch of rolls of stick tape.
Or a rubber cock the same midnight blue as the sheets your mother bought you.
Shane shut his brain up and took a kitchen knife to the packing tape holding the box shut. When it was open, he didn't really know what to expect, but what he didn't expect was a velvet bag with a drawstring and a weight inside it, along with a million stickers and a voucher for an online wine service. He guessed they typically catered to a different clientele.
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faded on the fine lines by impetuous
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
19 Jun 2026
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If Ilya Rozanov was set to be branded for life in the space above his butt crack, he was damn well going to pay a premium for it.
Booking with one of the most exclusive tattoo studios in North America was the easy bit.
Having his brain melted into oblivion by Shane Hollander’s steady hands and even steadier voice was decidedly not part of the plan.
Or, the one where tattoo artist Shane is very good at giving instructions.
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28 Jun 2026
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“Could I see some of your originals?” he asked instead.
Shane nodded, swiping to another tab. “I’ve been wanting to do something mythic or celestial in nature for a while, so these are inspired by those concepts. Again, we can swap elements around as you like.”
Ilya felt an immediate sense of rightness in his gut as he took in this next set of sketches. There was one in particular — a radiant sun in the center pierced clean through by a winged sword, flanked by two crescent moons and set against a dreamy, cosmic swirl of clouds littered with tiny stars — that made his breath catch in his throat. Underneath, in incongruously terrible handwriting, Shane had scribbled: Overcoming.
“That one,” he said.
“Really?” Shane asked, looking up to flash him a gorgeous, full-toothed smile, “Good choice. That’s my favorite too.”
Ilya nodded, feeling definitive about his selection. There was… something curious rumbling in his chest at the thought of a design that was uniquely Shane’s — his favorite, even — belonging to Ilya alone, marking him up in a way no one else would be allowed to have. A thought which Ilya could admit was fucking crazy given they had literally just met. And, if he prodded at that spot under his ribs a bit more, there was something even stranger there, with the way a pleased blush had warmed his cheeks at the ‘good choice’ delivered in Shane’s even tone. With the way that being given options and asked to choose and getting it right had sparked a peculiar desire to make Shane say it again.
Ilya frowned. He had fucked countless people up to this point without uncovering some hidden praise kink, as much as that could be said for any person performing in the public eye, but being good for Shane Hollander? He shivered a little at the proposition, finding that he wanted to leave the studio with an A+ in sitting for his tattoo, and Shane’s number in his phone as a reward if he could swing it.
“Cool,” Shane replied, none the wiser to Ilya’s inner turmoil. He made a few copies of the design on the screen, pen moving rapidly, and said, “Let me print out some different sizes for you to look at and then we’ll do the stencil and get started. Sound okay?”
“Yes,” Ilya said, grateful that the question required a simple one-word answer. No chance he’d manage full sentences right now with the way his thoughts had been reduced to a jumbled mess of Shane’s warm smile and good, good, good.
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don't leave me high (don't leave me dry) by emonlispenardstreet
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
24 Jun 2026
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hollyadmirals24: Male seeking help improving at oral sex. Clean, ready to learn and willing to host. M only. Strictly platonic. Message for details.
or: shane and ilya are hockey players for the mcgill marauders. after a disastrous night with rose, shane puts a drunken ad on craigslist asking for help with oral sex. his teammate, ilya, replies.
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26 Jun 2026
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God, this isn’t going well. He can tell. He didn’t think he was ever going to get stellar reviews on eating a girl out, sure, but Rose is suspiciously quiet up there and Shane is afraid of what he’ll see when he opens his eyes—he just hopes he looks like he’s enjoying himself when they’re closed.
He doesn’t get a choice but to open his eyes only a few minutes after he starts. The hand in his hair—it had gone still, and Shane doesn’t know when, which is a bad sign—gently pulls at him until he lifts his head and looks up at Rose.
She looks distinctly vulnerable from down here, legs spread as she tilts her chin down to study him, but Shane is surprised to find a mixture of pity and something else that he can’t quite name but knows it’s not pleasure in her eyes.
He straightens up a little. “I-I’m sorry,” he says, even though he’s not exactly sure what for yet. Inwardly, he cringes.
“No, it’s just…” Rose’s leg twitches, and Shane takes the hint and sits up fully. Secretly he’s a little relieved. “You might want to, um. Study, a bit?”
Shane’s brain stutters over the word. “Study?”
Rose flushes a deep crimson, one hand lifting to twirl a lock of hair around her finger as she avoids eye contact with him for a moment. “To learn more…” she huffs a sigh of frustration and then tries again after a deep breath. “Look, I’ve had a really great time tonight. You’re so hot, obviously, and you’re a great kisser, but—you might need a little more practice, is all. At that, I mean. You seemed a little… timid.”
Shane wonders dimly if he should make an attempt at saving this by saying something flirty like, can I practice with you? but he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes. He doesn’t want to make things even more awkward and more importantly—he doesn’t think he wants to do that. Ever again.
“Right, um… I’m sorry,” Shane says again, because what the fuck else is he supposed to say?
“No, I’m sorry,” Rose says after a pause, shaking her head as she shuffles down slightly to take his face in her hands. She ducks her head to meet his eyes, and then presses a soft kiss against his lips. “I really did have a great time with you, Shane. I think you’re amazing. Maybe I’m just not—” She stops, studies him for another long moment, and then shakes her head as if to herself and pulls back a little.
“You didn’t seem to be super into it, that’s all.”
Shane blinks. Is it possible for the ground to swallow him whole? Shane would very much like that to happen right now.
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I Am Groot by sherlocksmyth
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy - All Media Types, Marvel, Marvel (Movies), Marvel (Comics), Guardians of the Galaxy (Comics)
04 Aug 2014
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EXTREMELY NSFW fic told from the perspective of Groot.
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After leaving behind his last job, Ilya threw himself into a new profession: making and selling all things one can pickle. His week revolved around the Sunday farmer's market. Everything seemed simple and predictable until a new vendor arrived late in the season.
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Ilya arrived with all the other vendors, a crowd of trucks and vans that saw actual use instead of the vanity pickups that always made Ilya retch a little. He wouldn't even have a truck if he didn't absolutely need it to haul his shit around. It had been practical to offload his Ferrari when he changed jobs, but some days he missed it, terrible gas mileage and nonexistent trunk space and all.
He was thinking fondly of his car as he lit a cigarette, sucking down a quick nicotine hit as he tossed he unfolded tables and set up the bookcase.
"You're not supposed to smoke here," someone said. Ilya groaned. It was likely one of the town board people, who liked to show up occasionally and scold every vendor for some perceived violation of their precious park policies.
"Oh no?" Ilya asked wryly and turned to face whatever sour-face assho- oh no. It was the hottie from the new mystery stand.
"It can't be food safe," the man said, but he didn't look particularly upset. He was actually smiling a little. He held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Shane . Shane Hollander? You're Ilya Rozanov, right?"
"Yes," Ilya said and shook his head, bemused.
"I've heard some great things about your food. Bood said your onions are the best."
"They are good onions," Ilya said. What? That was the best thing he could come up with? Fuck his entire life.
"I've got some food things, so I've never tried them."
"Allergies?" Ilya asked, already going to his allergy list.
"No," Shane said, his eyes were trained low, only darting up once or twice to catch Ilya's. "Texture thing."
"Everything has a texture," Ilya said. "So you don't eat food?"
"Some textures," Shane huffed. "Slimy is a no go for me."
"Slimy!" Ilya said. "My things are not slimy. Slimy is for fish."
"Okay, wet things,' Shane contended. "I don't know. I just know it makes me cringe. Sorry."
"I will give you something not slimy," Ilya determined. "And you will like it."