Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Luca Haas/Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/Other(s)

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Zane Boodram

Additional Tags:

Anthology, Miscellaneous stories, Shorts, Ficlet Collection, Smut, Shameless Smut, Gay Sex, Threesome - M/M/M, Crack, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Roombas

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2026-09-25 Words: 931 Chapters: 2/?

Verdant Thread Ficlets Collection

Summary

I write ficlets on Threads and will start posting them here! Each chapter is a different post and each will be random and different. I will add tags when I need to.

Notes

Chapter 1: Shane/Ilya/Bood

Chapter Summary

Ilya invites Bood to try his cockwarmer

Chapter Notes

This first one was requested by moonlightballerina on Threads! Thank you for the inspo, it was hot!

Bood kept his jacket close to him as he exited his car. it was so cold, but Ilya had said him and Shane needed him to come over ASAP, so here he was.
Bood knocked on the front door and as he did so, it slowly creaked open. Shane would never let their front door be open, would he?

"Guys?" Bood hesitantly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Hello? You said you wanted to see me?"

Bood slowly made his way through the dark house. There a sound coming from... somewhere? He tried to follow it, but right as he got near, it stopped.

"Roz? Hollzy?" Bood walked through the kitchen when he heard it: "Shh, Shanya. Be a good c0ckwarmer, yes? Stay fucking still."

Holy. Shit.

This was not happening.

Bood felt his dick take notice of the words, twitching awake as if any of this was appropriate. They must have forgotten, Bood reasoned. They called him here two goddamn hours ago, but they must have gotten really horny-

Nope. Not thinking about that.

Bood pursed his lips but followed his Captain's orders. He was not prepared for the sight that awaited him: Shane Hollander dressed in black lingerie and his hands attached to the back of his outfit by chains, on his knees on the floor while his face was nose deep into Rozanov's crotch.

Ilya, on the other hand, seemed uncovered by the whole thing. His shirt was still on, his pants only unbuttoned and pulled down enough for Shane to have him balls deep inside his mouth.

"Take a seat, Bood. I wanted to go over next week's schedule."

Bood couldn't fucking believe what was happening. "While Hollzy is-"

"Don't worry about my cockwarmer. He's fine, just giving me what I want." Ilya patted Shane's head in a way that... did things to Bood. "Take a seat."

Bood dropped into an armchair facing the two of them. It was becoming increasingly harder to ignore his hardon against his shorts.

"My cockwarmer can help with that. Slut?" Ilya smacked the side of Shane's cheek. "Our guest looks like he would like some attention."

Shane slid his mouth off Ilya's cock and nodded obediently. He shuffled awkwardly across the room and situated himself between Bood's legs. "M-may I?"

Oh god, his voice sounded fucked, gravelly and rough.
Sexy as hell.

"Yes. Yes, fuck."

Shane made quick work of Bood's shorts and within seconds he had THE Shane Hollander's mouth wrapped around the tip of his dick.

Hot fucking damn! Was this what Rozzy got to experience all the time? No wonder the two of them can never keep their hands off each other.
Shane worked his cock like a master, someone who dedicated years to learning how to suck a good dick. Which, in a way, Bood supposed he had.

He groaned in pleasure and threaded his fingers through Shane's inky black hair.

"Yes, he likes that. You should try fucking his throat," Ilya supplied. "He takes it like a champ."

Not needing to be asked twice, Bood thrusted his hips up into Shane's mouth. Damn, the sounds he made, the soft mews and wetness that emanated from him was a symphony to Bood's ears. In too short of time, Bood came down Shane's throat, pulling his head down to keep him in place as cum shot inside of him.

"Yes, Hollzy. Fuck, take it. Swallow it all."

Bood released a puffy-faced Shane and sat boneless on the armchair. Shane sat up shakily and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Thank you, Bood," he croaked out. Damn, he voice sounded even more ravished now.

"Thank you. That was amazing."

"Yes, the c0ckwarmer does give good head." Ilya patted his lap and Shane immediately responded by crawling back across the room to his husband. "All he's good for."

"And you invited me because...."

"Shanya wanted an audience. I wanted to watch. Was okay, yes?"

Was this okay??

"Hell yeah, man. Call me any time you want if that's the treatment I get."

Ilya winked and nodded at him. "Maybe you should stay a bit longer. Could you be ready for round two in an hour?"

Chapter 2: Roomba Shane

Chapter Summary

Shane is in love with his owner.

Chapter Notes

Might make this a full fic one day? It would be a sad ending though and idk if I want to do that!

Enjoy :)

Shane rolls around the living room, moseying around the hardwood floor. His owner left days ago. Shane doesn't know if he'll ever see him again. He's had three whole recharges since the door slammed shut and there's nothing left in this house to clean.

Shane turns around and heads back to his dock. What's the point in cleaning the floor just for Owner to not be here? By the time Shane was almost there, the front door swung open.

Owner! He's back!

Shane changes direction to meet Owner in the entrance and he can hear the man on speaker with something from a device in his hand.

"I'm just saying, Ilya, you need rest."

Ilya. Is this Owner's name?

Shane rolls closer, wanting to be beside him. He can't see Ilya's face, but his ankles and shoes look amazing. Oh! Shane should clean the floor around the front door! Thoughtful of Owner to give him work.

"Yes, Sveta, I will rest but- shit."

Shane felt a sharp nudge and turn away from the impact. What just happened?

"Sorry, my roomba keeps trying to trip me."

Shane whirls around. Owner is speaking of Shane? Shane could melt -- if Ilya didn't keep the house a perfect temperature for Shane's plastic to be healthy.

That's all Shane wants: to be seen by owner, to be loved.

Roomba Shane art by ekamps on Threads!