bleedingcas



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    The first time they’d done this, in Ilya’s bed, Shane had been mystified at Rozanov’s insistence that he not enter the nest without Shane’s permission. Now, Shane feels something akin to smugness flexing its claws in his chest. A primal satisfaction at the rightness that he is the one with the power - at present, if not for much longer - alpha just outside the nest and at his mercy.

    Like Shane will only yield for someone who has earned it. He can draw out Ilya’s suffering just a little longer, make him earn it.

    Shane rakes his gaze over the delicious chest and bicep muscles bunching above the edge of the nest. “Waiting for something, Rozanov?”

    “Are you going to let me into your nest, omega?” His pronunciation of the endearment is more Russian than English, accent thickening around the syllables.

    “Depends. You gonna give me your knot?”

    “Hm, does not sound like begging yet to me.”

    Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    52,868
    Chapters:
    3/3
    Comments:
    790
    Kudos:
    10,265
    Bookmarks:
    2,305
    Hits:
    215,206

    27 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?”

    Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?”

    “You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.”

    The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.

    In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.

    There’s a lot to get used to.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    43,230
    Chapters:
    9/9
    Comments:
    3,418
    Kudos:
    33,516
    Bookmarks:
    8,712
    Hits:
    503,559

    26 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

    ---
    Ilya should have known better.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,238
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    8
    Comments:
    732
    Kudos:
    15,551
    Bookmarks:
    2,993
    Hits:
    136,721

    19 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    "We should – in the shower, maybe? The water would cover up any…” Hollander clears his throat awkwardly. “Noises.”

    Ilya stares at him. A thoroughly entertained grin spreads slowly across his face. “Noises,” he repeats.

    Hollander opens his mouth, closes it again. His lips are so swollen. Ilya wants to bite them. “Well, do you want him to hear everything?” 

    “You think walls are made of paper?” Ilya asks incredulously.

    “I’m just saying…”

    Ilya’s voice drops into a low, teasing purr. “You are telling me you can’t control yourself, Hollander, is that it? Now that you don’t have cock in your mouth, you will be too loud. You are worried you cannot keep all those pretty moans to yourself?”

    *

    Or: Shane's worried they'll be overheard in room 1221. He has a very sensible solution. Ilya has other ideas.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,729
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    189
    Kudos:
    1,387
    Bookmarks:
    296
    Hits:
    10,194

    19 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Mmm. You want it bad,” Ilya purrs, teeth grazing the column of his throat.

    “Yeah,” Shane whines, hating how petulant it sounds. A fresh flare of determination rises up in response. “Just give it to me. Ilya. I can—just go hard. Just make it fit.”

    Ilya laughs quietly, incredulously. It’s hot against Shane’s ear. “Make it fit."

    -

    Or: in the midst of a stressful season, Shane's a little... out of practice. He's not gonna let that stop him getting what he wants.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    9,548
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    223
    Kudos:
    2,710
    Bookmarks:
    639
    Hits:
    26,857

    18 Jun 2026