idk what this is

of course anon! and thank you for being my very first ask!! for those interested, find my shanepussy fic recs here.

ilya rozanov has a pussy fic recs

☆ t4t hollanov ☆

t4t hollanov one shots by nesciat || E, 22.9k, 3 works

Da Ladno by bluejorts || E, 6.3k, 1/1

Shane doesn’t use the shared showers, for obvious reasons. But it’s not like he’s the Russian. Rozanov. Who Shane has heard locks himself in a stall and won’t even talk to his teammates until about a minute before the game.

You're Reckless, Like Me by Antreed || E, 1.6k, 1/1

Ilya shifted his legs, drawing attention to the way his shorts clung to his open thighs. He extended his legs across the gym floor, almost brushing them against Shane’s. Shane’s foot twitched towards Ilya’s, and he felt a hot bolt of arousal in his gut.

Oh yeah, Shane was fucked.

☆ ilya x marleau ☆

“It’s Just Sex.” by CarnivalMirai || E, 5.9k, 1/1

Ilya crashes out after finding about Shane and Rose. Cliff would be a bad friend if he didn't help put him back together.

☆ bonus round: for one day and one day only (it’s magic ilya pussy!) ☆

the thing is (it’s always you) || E, 6k, 1/1

Ilya is hit with the infamous hockey pussy curse and Shane suffers the consequences.

a heavy feeling you could end my life by SkyeBean || E, 8.6k, 1/1

The possessive feeling that claws through Ilya’s chest is delightful. “Oh, Shane,” he coos. “Did your girls never get this wet for you?”

“That’s not—”

“You will have to give me list of all girls you fucked,” Ilya says. “Need to send them apology flowers.”

blood loving, poison whispering by celestevoid || E, 23k, 1/1 but part two is in the works!!

"Shane thought, as he studied the creature’s face inches from his own, that it resembled reading poetry to someone on their deathbed; he’d been afforded the mercy of witnessing something very beautiful, before his death.

Another thought nagged at him, a memory of an annotation, surfacing unconsciously to soothe his fear. A scrawled, frantic handwriting in one of the accounts, detailing that the pain of a nightwalker’s bite was remarkable; until replaced with incomparable ecstasy."

note: ilyas version is posted!

Never Settle For 'Fine', Hollander by CarnivalMirai || E, 43k, 3/3

Ilya Rozanov has a thing for his son's boyfriend, Shane Hollander.

lovers in the bathroom (and a line outside the door) by rebelskyguy || E, 3k, 1/1

Shane meets a handsome bartender after being stood up on a date. Bathroom shenanigans ensue.

Mine to devour by vvindyvvillovv || E, 5k, 1/1

It had been uncovered in 2007 that players were getting cursed with pussies by fans of opposing teams. It was an issue. Shane knows that it’s a thing that happens sometimes.

He just never thought it would happen to him.

Media Clearance by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato) || E, 11k, 1/1

The NHL partners with an omega health organization for a safe-sex awareness campaign.

Shane Hollander—the league's most prominent omega player—is asked to participate in a filmed segment where a certified alpha health educator demonstrates on an anatomical dummy how to properly prepare an omega outside of heat. Professional. Clinical. Except the educator cancels last minute, and the only alpha already on set who has media clearance is Ilya Rozanov.

Series

shanepussy & friends by teeveeactress || E, 36k, 7 works

Trans Shane Oneshot Fics by renchers || E, 15k, 8 works

Trans Shane AU by paytonrambles || E, 15k, 2 works

Bonus round: the concept of #shanepussy

baby, heaven's in your eyes by Anonymous || E, 6k, 1/1

“Touch me,” he pants, “please, Ilya. Touch me.”

“Where?” He broods, resting his chin on Shane’s knee, waiting. The view is magnificent. There’s no other way he’d want to start the new year.

“My pussy,” he gasps, flushed pink.

you want it (you got it) by neowrote || E, 4k, 1/1

Suddenly, Ilya knew exactly what he wanted.

“Look at this,” he cooed, thumb skating over the puckered muscle. “Such a pretty pussy.”

nothing on the radio by samalander || E, 5k, 1/1

Shane doesn't mean to say it, the first time. It's just that he's only been with women, he tells himself. It's just the way he hears the guys talk in the locker room. It's just the words he knows, the ones he defaults to in the moment of passion.

just a list of all my fav fics where our fav boys get pretty for each other

trophy boy (trophy wife) by anyabarnes || E, 4k, 1/1

Ilya wears a pair of panties. Shane humps a pillow about it.

guilty pleasure by WeeBeastie || E, 17k, series

Ilya makes a request of Shane, and by fulfilling it, he learns something new about himself.

your name on my skin by innocencediedscreaming || E, 12k, 1/1

This is stupid, he thinks to himself. And yet, a few taps later, he’s staring at the search bar, typing three words he never would have expected to Google when he woke up that morning.

Ilya Rozanov thong.

the dirtiest clean I know by depraveddame || E, 6k, 1/1

Ilya has always been obsessed with his chest, and now Shane is completely addicted to the feeling of those roughened, strong hands squeezing and kneading and feeling him up whenever they're together. He buys a skimpy little cage bra on a whim to wear for Ilya during their next hookup, and of course, Ilya loses his mind over it.

never let me down by doorway (glossedmouth) || E, 2k, 1/1

Ilya has a surprise for Shane the whole time Shane drives them down to his cottage. A sexy surprise.

Pretty Boy by mcshrug || E, 9k, series

Dressing up for Ilya takes Shane about a mile out of his comfort zone. Good thing he’s not a chicken.

Hayden would like to think that he’s a good friend to Shane.

A great friend, even. Always keeping those weird granola bars Shane likes and his favorite ginger ale stocked at his apartment. Cracking jokes to cut through the awkwardness that threatens to fall over the locker room when Shane can’t find the words to respond. Shane likes Hayden. He appreciates his efforts, and knows Hayden’s got his best interest in mind.

Hayden would like to think that he’s a good friend to Shane.

The problem is…

He can’t help it when his eyes start to linger a second too long as Shane changes. Can’t help the ache he begins to feel in his chest when Shane smiles, all freckled cheeks and dimples. He can’t help the joy, the pride that bubbles up inside of him when Shane seeks him out on the ice during lulls in practice.

Hayden wants Shane. He wants to feel that smile directed at him. Wants to see Shane throw his head back laughing at his jokes. To know what he’s like at home, after matches, in the mornings. He starts to think about what Shane would be like as a boyfriend. As a partner. As a lover.

Hayden’s never let it go this far, never let it get this bad.

He imagines how sweet he would be. Timid, inexperienced, unsure. A shy smile and a blush creeping up his cheeks the first time he suggests they do more than kiss. he assumes Shane is inexperienced. He can’t say it doesn’t make his blood rush to think about putting his hands on Shane, being the first one to do it.

He pictures Shane under him, shy and blushing, lips pink and eyes hooded, such a lovely sight—

Hayden has no idea how fucking wrong he is. Has no way of knowing that he’s missing one major factor.

Ilya Rozanov.

True, Shane was a bit shy and blushing at first, but Ilya has his ways. He rewired Shane’s body and mind with every touch, every kiss, every expert roll of his hips and flick of his tongue. Leaving Shane wanting, always craving more.

Ilya turned Shane into a slut.

Now, Shane reacts so quickly, always so hungry for it, dropping to his knees or spreading his legs at Ilyas command. He always wants something filling his mouth, his ass, wants a hand in his hair, wants to be made to take it.

Shane got vocal. Started asking for it faster, deeper, harder. Ilya knew just how to make him crack, how to push far enough that depraved ideas would spill past Shane’s lips, begging Ilya for more. (Ilya wasn’t even aware Shane knew about half the things he was asking for, let alone that he wanted Ilya to do them to him.)

And Hayden, poor, sweet Hayden, bless his heart, would die if he knew what his seemingly innocent best friend was getting up to. Wearing plugs to practice, getting off on Ilya slapping him around and calling him a dumb slut, sitting on his boyfriends cock til he was crying for it.

Shane craved it now just as much as Ilya did, maybe even more. He loved being used, being made to take Ilyas cock down his throat, cheeks red and wet from tears, head held deep for Ilyas pleasure…

One thing Hayden was right about?