Morsiuncula



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    The pounding on the door is what jolts Shane awake. Instinctively he tries to jump to his feet and rush to get it, but a heavy weight around his torso and on top of his legs prevents him from moving. As consciousness slowly returns to him, breaking through the haze of his hangover—and possible still-drunken state—he realizes that he is being held by Rozanov.

    “Shane Hollander, open the door, now!”

    “Oh my god, oh my fucking god. Jesus fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell. That is my fucking mother.”

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    After getting drunk at the 2016 NHL Awards, Shane Hollander wakes up married to Ilya Rozanov

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    "Oh, please. You wouldn't survive one week of me not touching your dick," he shot back.  
    Shane realized his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. Ilya's eyes sharpened in the way they always did whenever he was challenged. 
    "You really think so?" Ilya inquired.
    "Yes," Shane responded, indignantly, refusing to falter his ground.
    "Wanna bet?" Ilya asked, gaze sparking with provocation.

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    “Listen, I know the sweater is ugly, but it’s rude to stare,” Shane said peevishly. He was overstimulated and wanted to go home, the last thing he needed was some dickhead staring at him.
    Ilya took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes still not leaving Shane.
    “Maybe staring is not bad thing,” Ilya said. “Maybe I stare because you are very pretty.”
    Shane floundered before he could form real words. “Well. That’s stupid.”
    “The staring? Or you being very pretty?”

    Or: A meet-ugly turned friends with benefits frat boy college au. Shane is convinced he’s nothing more than just another hookup on Ilya’s extensive roster. Ilya’s spent his whole summer plotting on how best to lock Shane down. Misunderstandings, emotional constipation, and terrible communication skills have nothing on Ilya Rozanov's persistence when it comes to getting his man.

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    "The hotel," Ilya repeated in a flat tone, cupping under Shane's jaw. "What hotel?"

    "Uh," Shane replied again, because he had no fucking clue. "I just need to not be here."

    "Hollander," Ilya said firmly, squeezing his chin. Shane melted, just a bit, but he tried to remain determined when he started to look for his shorts. Ilya's hand didn't allow for much movement though, his head unable to turn. "Shane, tell me now. Are you going into heat?"

    or the one where ilya calling shane by his first name sends him into heat

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    “I always like this better when you do it,” Shane says, panting a little as he works himself open on his own fingers.

    “I could,” Ilya insists, and his nails are digging so hard into his palms it hurts. “Just untie me and I will—"

    Shane shakes his head. “Not a chance,” he laughs breathlessly. “How often do I get to see you like— oh, fuck— like this?”

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    Shane ties Ilya up and rides him. That's it, that's the fic.

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