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Complete Series on ao3
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Part 1: patience, virtues on ao3
“I’m just so sick of you guys treating me like I’m a baby!” Lando blurted out. There were tears in his eyes now, his own body unable to handle this sudden emotional outburst. “I’m not a pup, I’m an adult! Just because I haven’t presented yet…”
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Lando, not having presented yet at 20, makes a deal with his parents. He isn’t allowed to officially move into the pack house with Daniel, Max, Michael and Charles until he presents. He can, however, stay with them regularly under one condition: nothing sexual can happen between the pack and Lando until Lando’s first heat.
And Lando is getting impatient.
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Part 2: absence, hearts on ao3
“I’m Lando,” he quickly said, sticking out his hand.
“Oh, you’re one of Charles’ pack mates right?” Carlos stepped closer, leaning forward to reach out and grab Lando’s hand-
An electric shock went up Lando’s arm, and then he swayed on his feet for a moment as the most delicious scent he had ever smelled hit him in the face.
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It’s been three months since Lando’s first heat that finally made him part of the pack for good. With Michael and Lando discovering their budding relationship, Charles on the edge of a big step in his career, and the first pack pup on the way, things are looking rosy- but then, Lando has a fateful encounter that ultimately threatens to upheavel the pack peace. Can they make it through this in one piece, or will there be casualties?
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Part 2.5: lovers, friends on ao3
It's time for Carlos to join the pack.
Really join the pack.
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Part 3/The Prequel: blood, water on ao3
„Max.“
„Max? Max, Max, Maxy… can I call you Maxy?“
Years later, Max still wondered if this was the moment he was gone for Daniel.
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This is a story about first loves, first times, friendship and about how, sometimes, the best things find you when you least expect it.
This is the story of how the pack came to be.
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Part 4: rain, shine on ao3
Michael never feels good enough.
Pierre wants more than he has.
Charles doesn’t care much for relationships.
The best kind of love is built on friendship.
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Oneshots:
(red: smut; purple: approach with care; pink: pup-centric)
loved you before I knew you (Lewis/Nico)
cream
pain, love
hearts
honey, milk
growing
control
litter
bed
car wash
engine
sandcastles
champaign
slippery when wet
tell me when (nico/lewis)
and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again
based on this post by @kaijuerotica... thank you for letting me expand on this idea lol
here on ao3
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“Give me the backpack. You already have Anya’s stuff and your allergy meds.”
“No,” Shane said, shaking his head. “Terry said you need to rest your shoulder.”
Ilya rolled his eyes. “Then let me push the stroller, at least.”
“Fine.” Shane stepped aside, letting Ilya take over.
They were on their weekly ‘Let’s not go insane at home with the baby’-outing, on a walk through the city so Anastasia could get used to the new sounds around her.
“Hello, my sweet angel,” Ilya cooed, leaning over so Anastasia could see his face. She gurgled happily, clearly content to see both of her dads at the same time. However, when Shane stepped aside so Ilya could push the stroller, her happy baby smile turned into a frown.
“Nooo, don’t cry-” Ilya reached out and tickled her foot, but it only seemed to make her more unhappy, and soon, her bottom lip started to wobble. Ilya gave Shane a defeated look.
“She did not do this when you were pushing her.”
Shane exhaled. “I think maybe she missed me during the night,” he confessed, sounding remorseful. Ilya had taken over the entire nightshift so Shane could get some sleep.
“Do you want to look at daddy?” Ilya asked her, turning the stroller so Anastasia could see Shane; she immediately stopped whining. “She has seen enough of my face last night,” Ilya dryly told Shane, making him laugh.
“Okay, give me that, then.” Shane reached for the stroller handle.
They walked, Anya slowly trotting by Ilya’s side.
“I’m so fucking tired,” Ilya mumbled. Immediately, a yawn broke out of him as if to underline his point. “I need coffee.”
“We’ll get you coffee,” Shane promised. “Thank you for taking over the whole nightshift.”
“Of course.” Ilya reached over, and briefly stroked Shane’s arm. “Are you feeling better now?” Shane had been feeling under the weather from an allergy for a few days, which was why Ilya had decided to let him sleep last night.
“Way better.” Shane stopped, sticking out his chin with a little smile; Ilya leaned in and kissed him gently. “Thank you. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Ilya said against his lips and kissed him again for good measure. “And you too, malysh’ka.” He turned to Anastasia, making a funny face at her. It made her laugh, which was Ilya’s favorite sound in the world. “And you, too.” He leaned down to pet Anya’s head; she nuzzled into his palm, then sneezed, which made Anastasia giggle again, which in turn made them laugh.
“You’re so cute,” Shane told her fondly. “Let’s get papa some coffee now, hm?”
Ten minutes and a coffee stop later, they walked along the canal. Anastasia had fallen asleep, her freckled little face finally peaceful.
“Did you talk to Jackie? She said they could give us the baby swing they had for Amber,” Shane said.
Ilya nodded. “Yes, she said they will bring it when they visit in two weeks.”
Shane frowned, eyes on their sleeping angel of a daughter. “Do you think she will be okay with so many people in the house?”
Ilya shrugged. “We will see. But will be good for her, to have other kids around.”
“And good for us, to have someone to babysit,” Shane added.
“I think we will both cry on our date because we will miss her so much,” Ilya told him dryly.
Shane snorted. “Yeah, maybe. But Hayden and Jackie owe us babysitting time.” He sighed, then frowned at Ilya. “Do you think she’s too small to leave her with someone else?”
Ilya chewed on the straw of his iced coffee for a moment, thinking about it. “We will be close-by. And we can take the Ferrari, So when they call us we can be there in five minutes.” He gestured. “Also, Jackie is the person I would trust with her the most. Other than your parents. She has done this four times already, so.”
“Not Hayden?” Shane snorted. “He also has four kids, you know.”
“Eh.” Ilya see-sawed his hand in the air. “Debatable.” He held out his coffee towards Shane. “You want?”
Shane shook his head. “I’m fine with my matcha.”
“Disgusting grass juice you mean.”
“It doesn’t taste like grass.”
“Does.” Ilya reached out with his free hand, and wrapped it around Shane’s on the handle of the stroller, gently bumping their shoulders together.
“Rozanov! Hollander!” someone called from behind them; they both turned to find a group of young men sitting by the canal with their phones pointed in their direction; several of them were wearing Centaurs merch.
“I’ll deal with it,” Ilya said under his breath; Shane angled the stroller away from the phone cameras.
Ilya waved at the group, then shushed them, pointing at the stroller. They immediately quieted down. “No photos of the baby, yes?”
Shane watched from the distance as he took photos with them, diverting the attention from the contents of the stroller. Shane lowered the canopy as far as it could go. They knew realistically it would be impossible to keep Anastasia out of the public eye for long, but they could at least try.
Ilya returned after a minute and they kept walking.
“Thank you for doing that,” Shane told him.
“Of course,” Ilya replied lightly. “I know it stresses you out, so I do it. No problem.”
“No problem,” Shane repeated in a bad imitation of Ilya’s accent. Ilya laughed, and bumped his shoulder into Shane’s once more.
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back from hockey hiatus 4 hollanov @druubee33
hollanov + hollababy spotted!!!!!!!!!!
[attached: A pap photo of Shane and Ilya walking with their baby and their dog in downtown Ottawa. They are both dressed leisurely, in shorts, tank tops and sunglasses. They seem to be deep in conversation, both frowning slightly. Shane is pushing the stroller, baby facing him. He is carrying a diaper backpack on his back, a fanny pack with what seems to be doggy poop bags sticking out of it around his hips, and another bag slung across his chest. Ilya, however, is carrying nothing but an iced coffee and Anya’s leash, which is a cross-body type. He seems to be gesticulating with his free hand.]
darcy @ottcentaursfan29
hollababy’s first outing 🥹 I’m dead
boo-dram 👻 @boodssteak
wow, shane looks amazing for being three months post-partum
i love wyatt hayes @hayzeeeee
imagine being in the newborn trenches and looking this good
rozanov’s loon tattoo 🦆 @bettygr.81
crying at shane being absolutely laden with stuff while all roz is carrying is his iced latte… bicon behavior
riley @hyped4hockey
not trying to be a hater (absolutely trying to be a hater) but my hot take is Shane Hollander deserves a husband who will carry the diaper bag for their baby 💅 I said what I said
rehan p. @skateomaniamontreal
if I did this my wife would literally kill me and rightfully so
shane hollander rainbow tape @loulouloveshockey
listen you know I love them but as a mom, it kind of gives me the ick
hollababy official @aintnohollabackbaby
goo goo gaga bitches, my dads are rich
tiana 🌺@radfemmtradfemm
all men are the same i fear
I post true hockey @hockeynewseveryday
this is so emasculating for both of them… smh hockey isn’t what it used to be
proud hockey mama 🥇@paulinestr86347
shane hollander is a role model like usual while his lazy commie bum of a husband is being a lazy bum… like usual !11!!!!!
↪️darcy @ottcentaursfan29
wtf is the spectrum of your hate, lady
riley @hyped4hockey
I’m still not over it… like put the iced latte down mate
montreal metros 4ever @monmet4evaaa21
part 3572 of ‘ilya rozanov is a bad husband and shane hollander deserves better’
shaydentruther @mormonhaydenpike
hayden would neverrrrrrrrrr
lestappen on main @seebee2s
ok but can we talk about how nobody is safe from falling into gender stereotypes once there’s kids involved? and conveniently, the lion’s share of the mental load always goes to the traditionally more feminine partner, even in queer relationships.
↪️rozanov’s loon tattoo 🦆 @bettygr.81
“traditionally more feminine partner” and it’s a Man with biceps bigger than my head
shiba nino @nervousnino
imagine how stressed our poor shaney must be :( look at his face
asbestos @meetmeintheabyss
I didn’t want to get involved at first but as an empath, I just want to say that shane’s expression in this pic makes me feel a deep sadness and dread… like, an unhappiness
↪️boo-dram 👻 @boodssteak
you heard it here first guys, shane hollander post-partum depression
↪️shiba nino @nervousnino
not funny :(
vee 🎃@disneyadultery
tag yourself, i’m rozanov’s death grip on the iced coffee
boob whisperer @coldfreshandsexy
this is why i never want kids, even the good ones end up treating you like this
bottomhollander @thathockeyboyisabottom
guys………. i fear i was wrong the whole time…
scott hunter is my daddy @kelseythepup
y’all wtf is wrong with you
psalm 7:12 @christianhockeyenjoyer
this right here is why gay people shouldn’t have kids… masculine and feminine energy all out of sorts
sigma alpha @andrewate
How Ilya Rozanov went from pussypilled giga chad to beta soyfag cuck, a thread 🧵[1/12]
summertime sadness @lanastan101
so sad we haven’t seen a single photo of bebe yet
Tess Porter ☑️ @tessporter
Shane Hollander, the mental load and the burden of motherhood - read my article here
rozanov’s loon tattoo 🦆 @bettygr.81
shane hollander is carrying: diapers, wipes, snacks, baby bottle, dog treats, water bottles, change of clothes
ilya rozanov is carrying: iced coffee, nine inch dick, my mental health
all queer all centaurs 🏳️🌈 @hollanovtruther
ilya rozanov mommy milkers save me… save me ilya rozanov mommy milkers 🤤 hashtag breastfeeding
I post true hockey @hockeynewseveryday
I hate this fandom so much
x-squad hyperfan @roselandrynation
rose would never treat you like this, shane
Shara @sharadesert
shane hollander married single mom wasn’t on my 2026 bingo card
Jakey @jakesterrrr
my friends and I saw them on their walk and they seemed normal and happy, roz took photos with us but asked us not to photograph the baby
Hayden Pike #35 ☑️ @hpikeofficial
I can’t believe I’m saying this but @ilyarozanov81 is a great father and loving husband, and everybody who says anything else is talking bs
↪️shaydentruther @mormonhaydenpike
blink twice if he’s holding a gun to your head king
Ilya Hollander-Rozanov ☑️ @ilyarozanov81
i gave birth three months ago, let me enjoy my iced latte in peace [this tweet has been deleted]
Shane Hollander #24 ☑️ @shanehollanderhockey
I might be the one carrying the bags, but my wonderful husband @ilyarozanov81 is carrying our whole family.
[image attached: a blurry shot of Ilya and Shane in their living room. Ilya is shirtless, looking ruffled and tired. Anya is sitting on the edge of the sofa, leaning against his leg, looking up at him adoringly. With one hand, Ilya is propping up the baby bottle; with the other, he is holding out a can of ginger ale with a straw in it so Shane, who looks equally as tired and sits on the sofa with the baby cradled tightly in his arms, can drink from it.]
no shade no hate but it will forever baffle me that landoscar got 10x bigger than dando ever did and there are several factors for that (it took them a while to fully settle into friendship, the hate boner for lando and everyone was withdrawing from ten lines of maxiel and carlando cocaine) but the gravitas of their relationship to one another was lost upon you hoes. two entirely different personalities, 10 years apart in age. expectations around them were wonky but they really figured out how to like each other. like daniel taught lando how to style his hair. they got into photography together and made matching accounts that would sometimes feature photo dumps of only each other. there’s a six min video of lando laughing on daniel’s phone. any on screen communication btwn them is indecipherable really it’s just gibberish and inside jokes. they flew back and forth from races together and shared music and playlists. in the break after daniel and mclaren split lando came to daniel’s fucking house and rode dirt bikes with him. allegedly they played cards together in a burger joint. one time after a challenge vid they went to media day covered in temporary tattoos of one another and lando told the media about daniel being in pain from trying to scrub the tattoos off. he said “that’s what daniel gets for trying to get rid of me.” like. like!!! lando was the last person to leave the paddock because he was talking to daniel for hours after daniel’s last race. despite it being the race where daniel prevented lando from getting a grand slam. like. despite all the drama w mclaren and etc they became genuine friends in such a profound way. we don’t even know when they hang out with each other now until one of them brings it up a few months after it happens. do you see. do you even a little bit understand. do you get it at all
Hi! For the Valentine’s Day prompts, would you be open to doing Hollanov + 🪩 , please?
hi nonnie, one hollanov + dancing coming right up <3
valentine's day day prompts are open 💌 smutty version here and sweet version here i'm having so much fun doing these so keep them coming
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“Come dance with me.”
Shane looked at Ilya’s outstretched hand, then slowly dragged his incredulous eyes up the arm it was attached to until they found his husband. Ilya loomed over him, backlit by the strobe light of the club, a little smirk on his face.
“Come dance, Hollander,” he repeated.
“No,” Shane told him flatly, feeling his cheeks flush. “I’m a bad dancer.”
Ilya blew a raspberry. “Does not matter. Nobody will look at you anyway when I am there with you.”
Shane rolled his eyes, but gave in, letting Ilya pull him to his feet. Unfortunately, he was too intrigued by the idea of seeing Ilya dance, and feeling him move against him in the crowd.
The thing was, people always assumed athletes must be good dancers, because of their hand-eye coordination and generally superior body control. What they always forgot was that there was one very essential thing that made a person good at dancing: being able to let loose. And letting loose was, admittedly, not one of Shane’s talents.
Ilya, however, was a great dancer. He was exactly the type of person people thought of when they talked about the aforementioned body control. Shane knew his mom had been trying to talk Ilya into signing up for Dancing With The Stars for a while now. Shane walked in on Ilya dancing at least several times per week; in the kitchen while he was making a snack, in the bathroom while he was blow-drying his hair with a Bad Bunny song playing on their sound system. Ilya looked natural and hot when he was dancing, and it was attractive to Shane every single time.
So, now he was letting his husband drag him to the dancefloor of this gay club because he was weak for him and his muscular shoulders.
Shane didn’t recognize the song the DJ was playing, but it had a strong bass and an admittedly catchy melody.
The crowd parted for them, and Ilya found them a spot before turning back to Shane. There was a seductive little grin on his face, and Shane felt his knees go weak.
Shane started to awkwardly sway a bit, trying to bob his head in time with the music. Ilya’s grin broadened, and he placed both hands on Shane’s hip. When he started to move to the beat, he didn’t look awkward or uncomfortable, he just looked hot. So hot that the crowd around them completely vanished from Shane’s consciousness.
He wondered what it would have been like, to meet Ilya in a club instead of through hockey. If they had run into each other in a club like this, Ilya giving him heated glances all evening, buying him drinks, before asking him to dance. The idea had Shane half-hard already.
The song changed, and the crowd around them moved, pushing them closer together. Ilya had hooked his fingers into the waistband of Shane’s jeans, and pulled their hips together so they were crotch to crotch. When he moved his hips, they were grinding against each other. Shane felt his cheeks flush hot. Still feeling slightly awkward, he raised his arms, putting them on Ilya’s shoulders. Ilya nipped at the inside of his wrist, making a jolt of pleasure race up Shane’s arm.
He returned to his fantasy; dancing with a stranger… maybe he wouldn’t even know Ilya’s name. Maybe, in this fantasy, Shane was brave enough to make out with a stranger on the dancefloor of a gay club.
He leaned in, and Ilya immediately got the message, capturing Shane’s mouth with his own. The kiss was hot and a little sweaty, and immediately so filthy that Shane’s entire body caught on fire. He held on to Ilya for dear life while the crowd swayed around them, and the strobe lights flashed even through Shane’s closed eyelids.
Ilya moved his hands from Shane’s hips to his waist, then to his ass, gripping it heartily and pulling Shane against him. Shane gasped into his mouth, but Ilya chased him, licking into it.
Normally, they weren’t big on PDA, but this felt different. On this dancefloor, with hundreds of other queer people around them, this somehow felt so much less unsafe than it usually would. Here, they could do what many, many gay men did every day: dance with their partner, hug their partner, kiss their partner. Shane had seen it, in clubs like this one, or bars. People did far more risqué things than make out.
Ilya squeezed, and Shane lost his train of thought as the rest of his blood rushed from his brain to his dick.
Ilya pulled back, breaking their kiss, and Shane chased his lips helplessly, not wanting their kiss to break. Ilya leaned in, eyes dark. “I want to fuck you.”
Shane felt a wave of heat all the way down his spine. “Let’s go home.”
Ilya pressed one last kiss to his lips, then grabbed his hand, and pulled Shane after him towards the coat check fast and urgently.
Hi there! Would you be willing to do some Ryan/Fabian and clothes swapping? Maybe Fabian surprises Ryan by wearing something of his? Either spicy or cute, whichever you’d like! If spicy, maybe some lingerie as a treat for this anxious man?
hi nonnie, thank you for the prompt! i love them <3 this is a bit different from what you suggested but I hope you like it.
valentine's day prompts are open 💌 smutty and non-smutty versions available (but really I'll write almost anything lol so come up with your own if you want to!)
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Fabian was shivering next to him, and Ryan wasn’t surprised. The outfit he had on was not made for this time of year. He looked gorgeous, no doubt, in his flimsy, glittery top and the short shorts, but it wasn’t a surprise he was cold.
They were standing around the backstage area now, in dry patches of grass, drinking water from red solo cups, while the stage crew was cleaning up, Fabian’s manager was on the phone, and the soothing sound of music and people washed around them from afar. Fabian had played a festival tour in Europe this year, and they were in Munich, Germany today. It was Fabian’s second to last show on this tour, and Ryan was so fucking proud of him. All summer, he had given it his all, and Ryan had been there to support him and see him thrive on the big stages. Now, it was late August, and while the days in the south of Germany were still hot, the nights were starting to turn cooler.
And so, Fabian, still slightly sweaty from being on stage, was shivering.
Without saying a word, Ryan pulled off his own hoodie, and held it out to him. Fabian looked up at him, furrowing his brows. Ryan nudged it against his shoulder. “Put it on. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Fabian’s face softened. “Really? I’ll get glitter on it, and you’ll get cold, I can get my jacket-”
“Take it, I don’t mind the glitter” Ryan told him, and Fabian gave in with a soft smile, standing on his tip-toes to kiss Ryan.
“Thank you.” He quickly pulled it over his head. It was so large on him that the sleeves hung way past his hands, and the hemline reached the middle of his thighs, making it look like a dress. The short shorts disappeared completely under it. Immediately, Fabian let out a languorous purr, snuggling into it.
“Hmm, it’s so warm… and it smells like you.”
Ryan, at this very moment, felt like a computer with a system failure. His blood had, with scary speed, rushed to both his heart and his dick at the same time, leaving none for his brain.
Fabian looked incredible in this hoodie. Cute, cozy and adorable, but also, sexy as fuck. It made his slender legs stand out, and the fact that it brought out just how enormous their size difference was made Ryan’s entire system short-circuit.
“It, uh… suits you.”
Fabian looked up at him, a slow smile appearing on his face. In the low light of the descending sun, he looked absolutely stunning. “Do you like it?”
Ryan couldn’t even form words right now, too stunned. He just nodded dumbly. There were so many people around them right now, but all he wanted was to hoist Fabian into his arms and fuck him against the back of the stage.
“Should I keep it on? It’s super warm.” There was a teasing little edge in Fabian’s voice that Ryan was totally falling for.
“Yeah,” he said way too quickly, “Keep it on.”
Fabian glanced around, then leaned in, placing one hand on Ryan’s chest. “Should I keep it on later as well?”
“Yes,” Ryan gasped, feeling like his brain had simply dissolved. The thought of fucking Fabian in their hotel room later while he was still wearing the damn hoodie had done it. Ryan was fully hard in his jeans now, like a teenager.
“Okay.” Fabian stood on his tip-toes to kiss him again. “I will.” Another kiss. “We should go to the hotel soon. I suddenly feel soooo tired.”
Ryan groaned, grabbed Fabian’s waist, pulling him close. He could barely wait.
hi, for the valentine's day prompts could you do skip and 💐 giving each other flowers? thanks!!!
hi nonnie, thank you for the prompt! had so much fun writing this :)
valentine's day prompts are open! 💌 spicy and sweet
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Scott: I miss you so much, so excited to see you tonight
Scott: I’ll be late, don’t wait up… sorry :(
Kip: don’t worry ❤️just get home safe
Scott: sorry that we couldn’t be together on valentine’s day… made reservations for tomorrow though
Kip: srsly, don’t worry about it Scott!! I know you love me every day :)
Kip: so proud of you for the win today, you were amazing
Kip: love you so much
Scott: you make me feel like the happiest man on earth every day, so
Scott: I love you too
Scott: I’ll try not to wake you later
Kip: *photo attached* good night, see you soon!!!!
Scott smiled at his phone, taking in the picture Kip had sent of himself all sleepy in their bed.
It was their first official Valentine’s Day together, and it had been eating away at Scott for weeks that he wouldn’t be in town for it. Most of his teammates brought their wives or girlfriends with them, but Kip had classes he didn’t want to skip, and Scott refused to talk him into jeopardizing his education. So, Valentine's Day apart, it was.
But Scott had a plan, of course.
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When he walked in, the apartment was dark and quiet; it was after three, and Kip was probably, hopefully asleep. Scott did his best to stay as quiet as he could, dropping off his duffel bag, then tip-toeing to the kitchen to find a spot for the bouquet he had picked up. Turns out, if you’re willing to pay extra, florists were willing to stay open way past closing for you.
On the counter, there was already one vase with a bouquet Scott had had delivered to the apartment this morning, so Kip would wake up to fresh flowers. It was smaller than the one he was carrying now, and had come with a gift card for Kip’s favorite deli so he could have a lunch treat on Scott.
The bouquet he’d brought home now was enormous, and Scott was glad it came with a matching vase. It contained one hundred red roses, and a bunch of other flowers Scott didn’t know the names of.
He was definitely going overboard, but he didn’t really care. Kip deserved a million roses. In fact, he deserved every single rose in the world in Scott’s opinion.
He put it down on the side table, because it didn’t fit on the bouquet with the other one, and turned to go wash his hands. He startled when Kip was suddenly standing in the doorway, squinting at him with disbelief on his sleepy face. “Hi?”
“Hi, did I wake you?” Scott felt a surge of happiness in his heart upon seeing his boyfriend. He immediately went to him and wrapped his arms around him. Kip fell against his chest, leaning into him. He was still warm from bed, and Scott inhaled his familiar scent.
“No… did you get me more flowers?” Kip’s voice was raspy with sleep when he nuzzled into Scott’s shoulder.
“You weren’t supposed to see them until tomorrow,” Scott said sheepishly. He closed his eyes and pulled Kip as close as he could.
They just hugged for a long moment, then Kip pulled back to kiss Scott. “Can I look at them now?”
“Of course!” Scott felt himself flush warmly when Kip darted around him to have a closer look at the enormous bouquet.
“That’s huge!” Kip laughed softly and leaned in to smell the roses. “They’re so beautiful, thank you.” He leaned into Scott, who had followed him, and wrapped his arm around his waist. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I should,” Scott countered firmly, “You deserve it.”
“That must have cost-” Kip cut himself off, and made a zipping motion over his mouth with his hand, making them both laugh. He was getting better at letting Scott pay for things. Scott pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I thought… for years, I had nobody to give flowers to. And now, you’re getting all of them at once.”
“Oh, Scott,” Kip whispered softly, and wrapped his arms around him. “They’re really beautiful. Thank you.” He kissed Scott, running the palm of his hand over Scott’s hair in a way that made Scott’s stomach somersault.
“I also have something for you. It’s not… it’s not this special but I tried.”
“Whatever it is will be special to me,” Scott told him, and chased his lips in another kiss. There was a warm flush in his body just knowing that Kip was giving him something. That he had a boyfriend who was giving him a valentine’s day gift.
“It’s in the fridge,” Kip told him, and Scott almost fell over a bar stool getting to it. Kip laughed softly watching him.
Scott opened the fridge. Between almond milk and greek yoghurt, there was an enormous tray of sushi waiting for him.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, taking it out and setting it on the counter. “Are they heart-shaped?!” His entire body felt warm and tingly, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.
“I thought,” Kip leaned on the worktop, “you’re always looking for a snack when you come home late at night, and I thought you’d enjoy this.”
Scott had to blink away tears. “I would! I will!” He pulled Kip into a fierce hug. “You’re amazing. Thank you so much.”
“It’s just a small thing, I made them earlier-”
“You made them?!”
Kip laughed, cupping Scott’s cheeks. “Yes, I made them. So please forgive if some of them look a little wonky.”
Scott had to actively stop himself from dropping to one knee right then and there.
“I love you so, so much.”
“I love you, too.” Kip ran his thumbs over Scott’s cheeks, still cradling his face and smiling up at him. “Happy Valentine's day.”
I was wondering if you’d be open to Scott & Kip (Mpreg)- either fluff or spicy, whichever you’d like!I feel like Scott would be such an excited dad-to-be, but so anxious about doing everything perfectly for Kip and baby to compensate for not having his own father in his life for so long. And who better to assure him that he’s doing better than he thinks but our sweet Kip? If spicy, maybe some praise kink? Sorry this is so long- and thank you for all the great content!
thank you nonnie! this is more sweet than spicy but I loved writing this, so cute!!! i just love them lol
valentine's day promts are still open 💌 sweet version and spicy version
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“Love?” Kip pushed open the door to the would-be nursery. The light was on, and he found Scott there, kneeling on the floor, sorting through the opened package of a dresser they had ordered online.
“What are you doing?” Kip rubbed at his eyes. He’d fallen asleep early, and woken up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Scott asked, real concern in his voice. He had a screwdriver in his left hand, and the instruction manual in his right. His shorts had ridden up his thick thighs, and his hair was completely mussed as if he’d ran his hands through it a bunch.
“No, it’s okay… I woke up because I missed you in bed next to me.” Kip gave him a sleepy smile, his hand automatically going to his belly, slowly rubbing circles over the bump.
“Sorry, I’ll come to bed in a minute…” Scott looked down at the array of wood, screws and tools before him. “I just thought, I should put this together real quick…”
“In the middle of the night?” Kip’s heart softened at how helpless Scott looked, how concerned. “We can do it tomorrow when you come home after practice.”
“No, I don’t want you to have to do any work like that.” Scott stood from the floor, his knees cracking. “I can do it.”
Kip reached out for him, beckoning him close. Scott came and immediately wrapped him in his arms. “How’s your back?”
“I’m fine, babe,” Kip reassured him, nuzzling against his shoulder. “You don’t have to worry. And you don’t have to put together this dresser now, at two in the morning.”
Scott let out a sheepish little noise and buried his mouth in Kip’s hair. “It’s what a dad is supposed to do.”
The minute the second line had appeared on the pregnancy test, Scott’s protective, caring nature had escalated to a ten. Kip joked that he had learned to read his thoughts and fulfill every need of his, whether it was food cravings, a massage or some space. Scott was going above and beyond, even more so than before the pregnancy. He was, like always, the perfect husband. But Kip could tell there was underlying stress in all of it, an underlying worry eating away at Scott.
“You’re already the best dad this baby can have.” Kip gently grabbed Scott’s wrist and placed his large palm on the bump so Scott was cradling it. “Just by being who you are, yes?”
Scott pulled him closer, his hand flexing slightly. “I just want you to feel good and safe. And for the baby to have the best home they can have,” he confessed after a moment, his voice thick with emotion.
“I feel so good, so safe.” Kip pulled back, cupping Scott’s cheek. “And I know you will always keep our baby safe.”
Scott was quiet for a moment, and intense emotion shone through his eyes, the kind that made Kip’s heart clench. “I just… never really had a role model for all of this.”
“Oh, Scott…” Kip kissed him again, then pulled him back into a hug. “You were always meant to be a dad. You’re the kindest, most caring, safest person I know. You have so much love to give.”
Scott pulled him as close as he could with the belly in the way, saying nothing, just holding Kip tightly in his arms as if he never wanted to let him go again. He wasn’t arguing, but Kip knew he was rolling the words around in his head.
“Besides,” Kip added with a smile, “if Ilya Rozanov can figure out being a dad, so can you.”
This made Scott snort, finally. “Are you trying to appeal to my competitive streak?”
“Maybe.” Kip pulled back, grinning up at his husband. “Is it working?”
“A little,” Scott replied with a lopsided smile.
“Will you come to bed with me now? That’s what I need right now. Not that damn dresser built.” Kip ran his fingers over Scott’s cheek, feeling the stubble there. He was feeling much more awake now.
Scott turned his head to nip at Kip’s wrist. “...okay. Do you have water? I can refill your stanley if you want me to-”
Kip interrupted him, putting both of his palms on Scott’s cheeks, forcing Scott to look at him. “Scott, I just want you. The only thing you can give me before bed is an orgasm.”
A little “Oh” escaped Scott, but he immediately looked intrigued. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Kip purred, “and I’ll tell you just how good and safe you make me feel while you fuck me.” He dropped his hands from Scott’s cheeks to his chest.
Scott’s face flushed immediately.
“Come on.” Kip grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom, leaving the unbuilt furniture behind.
oh god i accidently sent the last ask off anon uhh could you delete it please if thats fine?
i'll do you one better, nonnie <3
valentine's day prompts are open 💌
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Scott couldn’t believe his eyes.
He had left Kip alone in their booth at the bar for only for a minute to get them new drinks, and now, he came back to Rozanov sitting next to him. In Scott’s place.
The surge of jealousy going through Scott was irrational and stupid, and probably fueled by a few drinks too many, Scott knew this. Also, maybe a small part of it was due to the fact that Rozanov was dressed in a, frankly, slutty, semi-see-through shirt which made him look both huge and sexy.
The two of them were talking animatedly, with Rozanov gesturing, making Kip laugh. Scott sped up on his way back from the bar, and made sure he quickly reached the table, sliding into the booth on Kip’s other side, putting down their drinks and immediately placing his arm on the backrest of Kip’s seat.
“Rozanov, hello.” He tried not to let his silly feelings show in his voice.
“Hunter.” Roz gave him a nod and a little grin; there was an impish edge to it Scott knew all-too-well from the ice.
“What are you doing at my table?” Mission failed successfully. He saw Kip’s sidelong glance from the corner of his eye.
“Just wanted to say hello to your wonderful husband.” Rozanov inclined his head towards Kip, “And compliment him on the finished degree.”
“How do you know about the degree?” Scott furrowed his brows.
Rozanov leaned back and took a long sip of his beer, his sparkly eyes firmly on Scott. “I follow Kip on Instagram.”
Scott felt his brows furrow even deeper. He was being silly. Rozanov was, he’d realized lately, not that bad of a guy. He was, Scott hated to admit it, actually really decent. And knowing he was part of this elusive little club of queer hockey players also endeared him to Scott.
All of this didn’t mean, however, that Rozanov wasn’t still an instigator at heart and didn’t still enjoy getting a rise out of Scott.
Under the table, Kip slowly put a hand on Scott’s thigh, squeezing gently for reassurance.
“So, Ilya,” he interrupted their posturing, “how is Ottawa treating you?”
They talked for a little while longer, Scott slowly forcing himself to relax. Eventually, Rozanov was pulled into another conversation.
“Excuse me, I must leave you,” he said, unusual politeness clearly directed at Kip. Scott wondered if he’d kiss his hand, too. “Nice talking to you.” Yeah, clearly directed at Kip. “Have a good night, Kip. Hunter.”
“You, too, Ilya. Say hi to Shane.”
“Night, Roz.”
The moment he was gone, Kip started laughing, half-turning to Scott, leaning on his elbow on the backrest.
“Ilya?” Scott asked, playfully narrowing his eyes, “I didn’t know you were on a first name basis with him.”
“You’re so hot when you’re jealous.” Kip bit his bottom lip, giving Scott a heated look.
“I’m not,” Scott lied.
“Is it because I said he was hot when we watched that documentary?”
Scott felt his cheeks flush. “No,” he lied again. Kip chuckled, and leaned into him. He slowly dragged his palm up Scott’s thigh, then his hips, stomach, and chest. Eventually, he held up his hand in front of Scott’s face, wiggling his fingers.
“I’m wearing your ring, baby. There’s no-one else for me but you.” He gave his voice a playfully sultry note, which worked flawlessly on Scott.
He grabbed Kip’s wrist and pulled his hand to his lips, kissing every knuckle. “We should get out of here.”
“Yeah,” Kip agreed under his breath. “Let’s go home, you can show me that I belong to you.”
ok let's do it old school: I'm opening my asks up for prompts 💖 for heated rivalry/the game changer series (rachel reid) specifically.
If you want to check out my work, you can enjoy one of my 153 works on ao3
you can shoot me an ask with any ship from the series + one of the emojis below. disclaimer: there is no 100% guarantee that I will actually write it, but I usually try my best. My f1 mutuals know this lol
things I might write include rarepairs, crossovers (e.g. with RWRB), group stuff (like threesomes and more), and stuff that's not on the list. If you're unsure, just try me- anon is on.
This is the KINK VERSION of this post - check this link for the sfw prompt list.
Ok, let's do this oldschool: I'm opening my asks for prompts 🩷specifically for Heated Rivalry/Game Changer series (Rachel Reid) prompts.
If you want to check out my other work, you can enjoy one of my 153 works on ao3.
you can shoot me an ask with any ship from the series + one of the emojis below. disclaimer: there is no 100% guarantee I will actually write it, but I usually try my best.
Things I might write include rarepairs, crossovers (e.g. with RWRB), ot3+ and stuff that's not on the list. If you're unsure, just try me- anon is on.
This is the fluff/romance version of this post - check this link for the nsfw prompt list.
🌧&❤️🔥 Would you be up for an dacryphilia & overstimulation/multiple orgasms fic for Ryan/Fabian? With the beautiful combo that is Fabian cumming easily and Ryan's size and stamina, the setup is so clear. I'm curious to see how Ryan would react to Fabian crying.
of course :) thanks for the prompt, this was so fun. I love them together.
valentine's day prompts are open 💌
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They’d been going at it for an hour minimum now.
They had started out in the shower with blowjobs, Ryan on his knees happily swallowing when Fabian came into his mouth. Then, they’d moved on to bed, where Ryan had taken his time opening Fabian up with his fingers- so much time, in fact, that it wrung another orgasm from Fabian’s body, making his toes curl and his spine arch off the bed while Ryan felt him spasm and clench rhythmically.
Ryan had offered him to take a break or stop entirely, but Fabian refused, practically begging Ryan to fuck him. Ryan had used a generous amount of lube, even more than he usually did, not wanting to overstimulate Fabian.
However, like usual, Fabian did not seem to share Ryan’s worries.
He was moaning grinding down on Ryan as he rode him, fucking himself on his cock on his knees, and all Ryan had to do from his spot on the mattress was hold on to his hips and marvel at the beautiful lines of his body.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he praised, his voice coming out a low rumble, “So hot…”
Fabian whined, speeding up, his eyes shut tightly in concentration. “I think I’m gonna come again…”
“Yeah,” Ryan praised, and before he could say anything else, Fabian had grabbed his hand and put it on his cock, which Ryan immediately started to stroke obediently in time with their thrusts.
“Yeah, oh fuck, mhhhmm…”
Fabian cried out, and then, Ryan felt another small, hot spurt of cum in his palm. It was hot as fuck, and made his own dick twitch. He could tell he was getting closer, but wasn’t quite there yet, which was okay. Now that Fabian had come for a third time, they’d-
“Keep going!” Fabian sounded desperate. He was pawing at Ryan’s chest, helpless pulling on his arm, not able to even move him an inch of course-
“Please, keep fucking me-”
Oh, shit.
Ryan flipped them over so he was on top, and Fabian gave an approving moan, squirming in the sheets-
“Please keep fucking me-”
And yeah, that was definitely getting Ryan closer.
He started pounding into Fabian, slower at first but quickly speeding up when Fabian was urging him on, pulling him in with his legs, and fuck, it was so fucking hot to see his boyfriend like this, all sex-drunk-
“God, yes,” Fabian groaned; his fingers were digging into Ryan’s shoulders; the apples of his cheeks were a beautiful red, his lips were slick with spit, and when he opened his eyes to look up at Ryan, there were thick tears in his eyes, threatening to run over. “Feels so fucking good, oh my god, Ryan-”
There was something about it, about knowing he had made his boyfriend cry not from pain but from sheer pleasure, which was making Ryan feel like a wild animal. He pushed himself up onto his knees, and started thrusting deeper, faster, until Fabian was writhing, literally crying for his cock, moaning so loudly that Ryan was sure the neighbours would hear-
Ryan came, thrusting all the way in, and in the same moment, Fabian’s dick gave another twitch, slowly trickling one last, small amount of cum onto Fabian’s stomach, while Fabian momentarily stopped breathing, his entire body going limp in pleasure.
After, Ryan carefully lowered himself, then turned them onto the side. He was breathing heavily, and Fabian was like a ragdoll in his arms, all tension having gone out of his limbs.
When Ryan’s softening cock fell out of him, he hissed quietly.
Ryan pressed a kiss to his forehead. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Fabian slurred; he could barely keep his eyes open. Ryan reached up and gently wiped the tears from Fabian’s cheekbones. Fabian nuzzled into his palm, and drifted off to sleep.
Can I have another please? 🥺 ❤️🔥 wildcard/your own choice and can I pick Breeding kink? Shane/Ilya please!
yes you can, thank you for asking nicely :)
valentine's day prompts are open on my main blog 💌
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It started out as a joke, a silly little quip about foregoing the condoms. But it gave Ilya an idea.
And now, Shane was laid out on the edge of the bed while Ilya pounded into him, holding his hips down so hard he was sure his thumbs would leave bruises.
The way Shane was looking up at him from under his lashes was making him feel feral; the doe-brown of his eyes wet and shiny.
“Are you gonna come inside me?” His voice was breathless, words falling from his plush, pink lips. There was a blissful, joyful happiness on his face, the comfortable kind that made Ilya’s heart ache even while he was balls-deep inside him.
Ilya grunted and thrust deeper into Shane, forcing another moan out of him. He was feeling spicy, and like he wanted to tease something out of Shane, so he answered, “Do you want me to put a baby in you?”
Shane’s eyes widened, and Ilya knew he’d hit a gold mine. He moved one of his hands from Shane’s hip, slowing down his thrusts, and caressed his stomach instead. “Come deep inside of you and knock you up?”
“Stop,” Shane groaned, in a way that made it obvious that what he actually wanted to say was keep going.
“You’d look so fucking hot and cute… first, dripping with my cum, then later all round with my baby in you…” He didn’t even know what he was saying, but it was hot, and it was even hotter seeing Shane blush furiously.
“Ilya…” he whined, pawing at Ilya’s hand on his stomach, linking their fingers but not batting it away.
Ilya kept going in Russian. “Gonna cum inside you over and over again, putting my little bear cub into your belly-”
Shane moaned, his dick twitching on his stomach; Ilya felt him flutter around his cock, too, and knew this was really doing it for him, getting him close. He sped up his thrusts again, and Shane squirmed, his back arching slightly.
“Please,” Shane whispered, closing his eyes and turning his head away shyly like he sometimes did, “Do it-”
“Gonna look so cute with your little tits all swollen-” Ilya reached up, squeezing one of Shane’s pecs-
That did it.
Shane cried out, shaky and helpless, and came untouched across his own stomach.
“Fuck, Shane-”
Ilya followed him over the edge right after, pushing in all the way, shooting his load deep inside Shane like he had promised him while Shane throbbed around him and wrapped his legs around him tightly, holding him in place.
Once their orgasms waned, Ilya crumpled on top of Shane, and Shane wrapped his arms around him while both of them caught their breath.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, then, Shane whispered, “...that was hot.”
“Yeah,” Ilya agreed, and pressed a wet kiss to his husband’s cheek. “Should I drive you to the pharmacy?”
“...what?” Shane asked, completely confused.
“For moning-after-pill.”
“Oh, fuck you.” Shane limply slapped Ilya’s shoulder, while Ilya muffled his own laughter in the crook of Shane’s neck.
👣 + Hollanov. I've particularly been thinking about Ilya going feral for Shane's (mpreg/omegaverse) bump. From the moment it pops to when he's heavy and achy, any time, just absolutely feral
Hi friend 🫶 thank you for the prompt!
Valentine's Day prompts are open 💌 spicy and non-spicy version available.
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“Stop.” Shane lightly batted Ilya's hand away.
Ilya let out a small, unhappy noise, rumbling low from his throat. “Just let me touch it, please.”
Shane narrowed his eyes at his husband, who was currently giving him his best pleading puppy dog eyes. “You never ‘just touch’ it,” he retorted under his breath.
They were at Shane’s parents’ house, it was hot, and yeah, maybe Shane shouldn't have put on that t-shirt that didn't quite fit over his baby bump anymore. He should have known; Ilya was basically losing his mind over it. He was being even more touchy and sweet than usual now that Shane was pregnant. And not only that, but, to Shane's embarrassment, they had maybe, potentially, both discovered a new kink. Because ever since Shane’s belly had popped, Ilya couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Ilya glanced back towards the kitchen briefly, then leaned in, whispering into Shane's ear. “You look so fucking hot in this shirt. Love seeing your belly like this. So cute and sexy.”
Shane, beside himself, shuddered, the back of his neck tingling as his blood slowly started to rush south. “Ilya…” he repeated, but it sounded much less convincing than before now.
Ilya pressed a kiss to Shane's neck. Shane's resolve had crumbled, and Ilya's hand was on his bump now, rubbing the bottom of it. Shane pressed his legs together, trying to keep his arousal at bay.
“Let's go upstairs… please… let me fuck you…let me hold it while I fuck you…” Ilya was still mumbling quietly, and Shane was sure his parents in the other room wouldn't be able to hear, but he blushed nonetheless.
“Later,” Shane ducked his head, biting his lip.
Ilya groaned, sounding like Shane was asking something impossible from him.
“You can come on it, if you want,” Shane told him under his breath to console him.
Ilya's groan turned from pleading to extremely desperately turned on. “You are torturing me.”
His hand wandered, rubbing little circles, trailing lower. Shane was very, very turned on, and from where he was sitting, he could see the massive tent in Ilya's athletic shorts.
Shane indulged him, turning his head for a kiss that turned way too heated way too quickly.
When something suddenly clattered in the kitchen, and Yuna cursed, they sprung apart, and Shane reached for a blanket in a panic, throwing it over both of their laps. It slipped off of his belly, and Ilya just smirked at him.
the groundhog reportedly saw "a blood red sun. in the foreground a massive wheel framing the sun in the sky. the wheel has ceased to turn". nobody is sure what this means but its probably fine
