Connor, I need you to look me straight in the eyes and promise me, unless it's for health reasons, that you will never touch your moles because they are fucking beautiful. sorry for the obnoxious watermark, but my drawings are doing numbers on twt and I've already saw people remove it with AI, so yeah. As always no watermark and other versions only on patreon

Well, I'm dead.

He’s gay. He’s autistic. His special interest is hockey. He’s waisan. He’s a bottom. He speaks French. He wears reading glasses. He doesn’t listen to music. He has an eating disorder. His favorite drink is ginger ale. He’s a sub. He has beautiful freckles. He’s canonically the hottest man in the NHL. He tried really hard and he’s really sorry but he just can’t help it. I love him so much it’s gonna make me puke

godddd ilya pretending he’s gonna leave in the middle of their first hookup just to manufacture a situation where he gets to pin shane down with his body and promise not to leave him, man stop playing with your food he has anxiety

Yuna Hollander when Ilya Rozanov walked into her house: the devil is amongst us.

Yuna Hollander 3 seconds later: Ok Ilya sweetheart my precious baby do you like your pasta we do dinners on Sunday text me your faves so we can get the groceries and we can cook together ok and we have a spare bedroom- no fuck that you'll sleep with Shane won't you ok then I'll get you some extra pillows when's your birthday what's your favorite color can you send me a baby pic of you I want to hang it on the wall next to Shane's what's your coffee order you'll always have a home with us you're my favorite son

the Ilya Rozanov duality strikes again

If I knew nothing about Heated Rivalry and this was my first introduction to Ilya Rozanov —

sitting there with those besotted, puppy-eyed looks, openly adoring Shane - I would never believe this man is the confident, commanding presence the books describe.

Like… sir?

Was this you just a few years ago? Giving that unmistakable soft-dom energy.

And yes, there's a lot of time and growth between the two of them

But damnnnn....Love really does change a guy.

Because early Ilya is all interest and intrigue—that sharp, assessing look that says you’re hot and I want you.

And later Ilya? That’s devotion. That’s I want you because I love you, written all over his face with absolutely no shame.

This version of him—soft, eyes full of affection and adoration—feels completely unguarded. No walls. No performance. Just Ilya, letting Shane have his full attention by simply existing.

And then, of course, it turns playful.

The pout. The little spark of an idea. The moment he decides, he wants Shane’s attention now and zeroes in like a man on a mission.

Wildly different energies. Same man. Same devotion—to Shane

Yuna and David having watched their autistic son be so isolated all of his adult life and never having a happy relationship or close friends who understand his anxiety and then finding out that the man they’ve spent a decade hating on his behalf can casually talk him down from a panic attack in less than a minute

I bet young Ilya Rozanov never thought he’d get slapped in the face with that tism rizz and he would be so fucking cooked.

This man has eight of the same shirt and five of the same hoodie. This man memorizes hockey stats for fun. This man will have a cold ginger ale. This man will look awkwardly at the camera with a smile like he wants to incinerate himself in every wet t-shirt contest sports drink ad his mom books for him. This man will take everything you say absolutely literally. That’s French, Ilya. You just said a French word and we’re talking about Russian, are you unfamiliar with your own language. This man takes three days to recognize a social cue. And ten years to name an emotion. You’ll tell him you like him in the most roundabout way and you’ll think you NAILED it, and he’ll promptly have a panic attack on your dick. When he names that emotion finally? He’ll be absolutely relentless and will not stand down; he’s had an emotion and he knows you have one, too. By that point, there’s no escape. He’s imprinted on you and is starting to ovulate in your vicinity. He will bludgeon you with adorable nerd and insatiable ass. And his oral fixation is so mighty he’ll suck your remaining brain cells out through your dick.

This man drives a Range Rover because it’s good in the snow. This man does a loon call. This man will make you eight cheeseburgers. Buddy it’s over for you.

HEATED RIVALRY 1.06: THE COTTAGE + HRTwT VERSION

eventually yuna's gonna b like "it's really upsetting u cant get pregnant because your children would've been the best hockey players of all time" and shane will look at her like she shot a dog in front of him

obsessed with david and yuna knowing ilya is a whore and ilya being like yes i am a whore but this whore loves your son now

ilya, somber and clawing himself back from the brink of devastation over shane's injury, probably cried a bit on the way to his room: you scared me

shane, doped up on the finest drugs money can buy: heeyyyy, hiiiiiii 🥰 my BOYFRIEND lol jk. anyway you wanna come fuck me at my cottage for 2 weeks this summer

I KNOW Yuna shot up in bed that night like “DAVID THE ELEVATOR. HE WAS IN THE FUCKING ELEVATOR.”

heated rivalry ☆ 1.06 the cottage okay, i make you a deal. i won’t touch you, but if you get hard… i won’t get hard. okay, so no problem then.

they keep drifting closer, no matter how hard they try to resist.

This is adorable. They are proper supportive boyfriends now.

Didn’t come up for a single breath omfg