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It wasn’t fair, because Shane didn’t even do it on purpose. His ignorance was a product of years of repression. They’ve been together for more than a decade, and they’ve fucked, fought, and everything in between — but somehow Shane was still oblivious to the warning signs of his heat. In the days before it came, Shane would pace about the house in a huff; sweat on his brow, gnawing on a candy bar, complaining about a headache, befuddled as to his own state of dysfunction. He always smelled like absolute fucking sin too. It took all Ilya had not to drop to Shane’s feet, mouth open, tongue at the ready, and offer his enthusiastic services. Ilya tried to do so, early on in their relationship, but Shane kicked him away like he was a nosy terrier, tsked at and scolded for its eagerness to serve. Finicky little omega. Ilya would die for him, truly. (Or, the trials and tribulations of Shane Hollander's heat cycle).
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Shane shared a moment with Rozanov in a hotel gym over a year ago. Still obsessed with his rival, he is now forced to share a bed with him for one night.
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What if Ilya made Shane’s fantasy from Heated Rivelary Chapter 26 a reality and brought him out to that island?
- Part 5 of What if…
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Ilya and Shane wake up together the morning of their wedding Shane woke to the soft hush of sunlight filtering through the curtains and the heavy, familiar weight of Ilya wrapped around him like a second blanket. This wasn’t just any morning. This was the morning. A huge smile bloomed across his face before he even opened his eyes. His heart was thudding, butterflies fluttering. He felt like a teenager again, like his entire body was vibrating with joy and nerves and love. Today, he was marrying Ilya Rozanov. His Ilya. His best friend. His chaos. His comfort. His person. It still didn’t feel real. He stayed still for a moment, soaking it in — the warmth of Ilya’s body, the scratch of his stubble against Shane’s neck, the steady rhythm of his breathing. Then came the softest press of lips to his skin. “Morning, sweetheart,” Ilya mumbled, voice rough with sleep. Shane smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. He turned over to face his fiancé, whose bedhead and crooked grin made Shane’s chest feel too small for his heart. “It’s our wedding day,” Shane whispered, barely containing his joy. “Mmm,” Ilya hummed, leaning in to kiss him. Shane didn’t even care about morning breath. Didn’t care that they both probably looked a mess. He kissed Ilya back, eager and laughing into it — until Ilya pulled away, eyes mischievous. “Hold that thought,” he said, rolling out of bed and padding naked to the closet. Shane propped himself up on one elbow, still grinning, watching him curiously. Ilya returned with a small wrapped box in one hand and an envelope in the other. He sat beside Shane and held them out like offerings. “For you. On our special day. I can't wait to marry you — in front of our friends, family…” He smirked. “And Hayden.” Shane laughed, heart aching with affection. He felt so full. So grateful. So ready. “I got you something too,” he said, cheeks pink. He reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out his own small box and envelope, pressing them into Ilya’s hands. “I… I'm not always the best gift giver, but I’m really excited about this one.” They exchanged their boxes first. Ilya unwrapped his with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning. Inside: a pair of polished gold cufflinks engraved with a small, elegant S&I. He went quiet for a moment, studying them with reverence. “I love them,” he said softly. “I’m wearing them tonight. Thank you, sweetheart.” Shane flushed, biting his lip. He opened Ilya’s box next — and blinked in surprise. A sleek, gleaming Rolex nestled in the velvet lining. He gaped. “I’ve never owned one of these,” he said, stunned. “Turn it over,” Ilya prompted, almost giddy. Shane flipped it. There, engraved in Russian, was the simple phrase: To my beloved. — Your husband. His throat tightened instantly. “Ilya…” “Check the envelope,” Ilya said, voice gentle now. Shane reached for it, grabbing his glasses from the nightstand to read. The moment he saw the header, he froze. The deed to the house in Ottawa. Their house. The one they’d been building a life in. And now, his name was on it — right there, in ink. “Ilya,” he said, blinking rapidly. “You—this is…” “This is our home,” Ilya said. “Where we live. Where we make memories. Where I get to annoy you until we’re old and grey.” Shane gave him a watery smile and leaned forward, brushing their lips together in a tender, tear-slicked kiss. “Thank you. I can’t wait to keep building our life here. Together.” Ilya wiped a thumb under Shane’s eye. “You’re crying.” “You started it.” “Fair.” Shane nudged Ilya’s envelope toward him. “Your turn.” Ilya waggled his eyebrows dramatically, teasing about it being coupons for sex, before carefully opening it. Inside: the deed to Shane’s lakeside cottage — the place Shane had
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Ilya Rozanov is a single dad who's just trying to live his life and be the best dad he can. He never thought that love was for him until he has a chance encounter with pro hockey player Shane Hollander at a hotel bar in Vegas...
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Ilya comes home to a surprise.
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Shane was starting to sweat a little with nerves, second-guessing his plan, not feeling nearly as brave as he did when he made the decision to do this at dinner.
“What is it?” Ilya asked as he opened the box. He held up a small plastic remote control with two buttons, turning it in his hand, trying to find an indication of what it was for.
Extremely gratuitous anniversary dinner smut.
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Ilya and Shane talking with friends after dealing with the press, then Shane helps Ilya relax. Part of a day through Ilya's POV focusing on his relationship with speaking English, and also times he doesn't need to use it, and when he doesn't need words at all “You’ve had many brilliant moments on the ice, but when people ask what the best day of your career has been, you say it was the day you got drafted. Why is that?” Maria Sellings said with a smile. She sat across from Ilya in one of the many small nooks set up in the convention hall for interviews. Whatever site or podcast she worked for was a smaller one and most players didn’t bother talking to her, but Ilya liked that she asked good questions. Sometimes reporters asked him dumb questions even if he’d answered the same question hundreds of times, or had avoided answering hundreds of time. She never did that. He liked this question in particular. “It is hard to say when things started between Shane and myself. I could give many answers, all true in one way or another. We spent some time together, the night after the draft.” Ilya remembered the way Shane had stared at him, the way he’d reacted to the slightest touch. Even though they’d barely spoken, barely touched, that night had burned in both their minds for months afterwards. “One morning he told me, he should have known from that moment, that we’d never be able to let go of each other. Later that day, I had a press conference and was still thinking of him. Someone asked about the best day I’d had in the NHL, so I said that day.” She blinked, clearly surprised by the answer, so he kept talking. “People say it was me being humble, always saying that, so grateful to be in the NHL. I love NHL, but I earned my place. It was not a gift. Though, being drafted into the same division as Shane, put on teams where we’d play so much, that perhaps was a gift.” “All this time you were talking about Shane Hollander, and the day that linked your careers together?” “I could not tell the world I loved him in words they could understand, so I said it in words they could not understand. I said it thousands of times over the years. I needed to say it.” He remembered when he’d been in Russia and spoke Russian to Shane, back before Shane knew a word of it. Shane had given him an outlet for his feelings, and he’d been doing a variation on the same thing ever since. He wanted to tell that story, but not today. He’d already wrestled a number of complicated ideas into English. “Can you tell us any other ways you’ve said it?” Ilya made a broad gesture with his hand. “It’s everywhere, in my interviews and posts. Just look and you will begin to see.” He would have explained a few of his cryptic images, but this was his last interview of the day and he was getting tired. She smiled and lobbed him a few softball questions about the upcoming All Star events. Once the interview was done, Ilya went to join Shane and some of their friends. Shane had rented a private area near the hotel’s pool just for them, Scott, Kip, Troy and Harris. Troy hadn’t been selected to play in the games, but Ilya and Shane where both entitled to bring a guest. They’d used the spots to bring their friends. They wanted Troy to get a chance to get to better get to know Scott and his partner and bring Harris further into their little circle of queer hockey player friends, so they’d arranged a little corner of the strip just for them. Scott had been surprised and grateful when they told him the plans. Kip rarely traveled to games because he’d wind up spending a lot of time bored or dodging reporters. Having a place to hide on press day and people in their little growing queer hockey community to hang out with made Kip decide to come along this time. Scott was elated to get more time with him. Ilya wished all of the queer couples they knew could all be here, but gathering at least some of them together felt good. He was glad the All-Star Games were back in Las Vegas. He loved the city. He’d love it just for the noise, the luxury, the food and people dressing sexy, but there was more to it than that. Somewhere along the strip, behind one of the tens of thousands of hotel room windows glinting in the bright afternoon sun, in a massive suite, he’d made a very special memory with Shane, one that at the time had felt so painful. How shamelessly Shane had indulged him by touching himself, going along with Ilya’s commands, that night still made his blood run hot, even though longing for more had torn at his heart. They were finally living together and out, but that was still new to them, just a handful of months after over a decade of keeping secrets. The massive, overwhelming stress that ruled their lives was gone, but Shane often joked that his nerves still hadn’t gotten the memo. Years in the closet had left marks of both of them, different marks, but marks all the same. Sometimes, it felt like it was just yesterday that they were hiding and Ilya was struggling with a painful loneliness he didn’t know how to talk about. He needed to go find his husband and breathe him in. He needed to kiss him in front of people. He swung by their room to change into swim trunks and took the stairs down, not wanting to wait on an elevator. He walked past the massive pool surrounded by lounge chairs and curtained daybeds. The area Shane had rented was called a cabana and seemed to be a cross between a tent and a patio. Drapes of white fabric and tall plants gave them a measure of privacy while still having easy access to everything. Through the entrance, he could see Shane laying back in what looked like a giant wicker bowl filled with cushions. He ignored the others for the moment and launched himself at his husband, half landing on him. Even though it was winter, it was still Vegas so Shane’s skin had a slight sheen of sweat and smelled good, like he’d just started a work out. Salt, seaweed and the comforting scent of Shane that was so deeply imprinted into his brain flooded his mind. He took a deep breath to center himself. Shane was solid and warm and leaning into him, like he knew what Ilya needed. Once Ilya relaxed, they grabbed and pushed at each other until Shane was tucked under his arm. They were half snuggled close and half sprawled out to not overheat, legs falling however was comfortable, bottles of beer and various appetizers in easy reach. Harris’ laughter almost covered up Scott’s good natured complaining about Ilya’s antics.
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When you called me, I became your flower by Pauppy_Paulettesucr
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-07-02
Ilya said something absolutely preposterous while fucking Shane. And now it's been a week and Shane still doesn't know how to feel about it. He is confused, but also terribly curious to explore this more...
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She gets the stencil on and tells him to go look in the mirror, which he does. For a minute Shane just stares at the purple temporary ink, admiring the script she chose, the way that the simple design has been elegantly executed. It’s perfect, and he’s already in love with it. It’s not even on his body and he’s sold. Shocking, considering he’d been on the verge of an anxious breakdown minutes before. But his decision is steeled, and now that he sees it on his body, this feels right. “How do you like it?” She asks from her booth, and Shane turns, looking at himself in the mirror for an extra second before retreating back to where Alex is. “It’s perfect,” he says sincerely. She smiles proudly and nods. “Great! Lets get started, then.” ----- Or, the one where Shane gets a commemorative Ilya Rozanov tattoo.
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using his tongue as a weapon by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-06-27
Shane: why do you keep licking guys during games? what’s wrong with you?
Lily: aw hollander are you jealous?
Ilya starts a habit of licking players on other teams during games, and Shane really doesn't appreciate it. But Ilya saves some licking just for him.
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A post-workout quickie makes them late for team dinner. Ilya’s fine. Shane is glowing. So is their server—who apparently didn’t get the memo that Shane is very, very taken. They were fifteen minutes late to team dinner. Technically, it wasn’t Ilya’s fault. Not really. Sure, Shane had been the one doing his usual post-skate stretch in their home gym—but those tiny, low-slung shorts, the ones that cupped his ass like they were tailored by the gods? That had been entirely premeditated. Shane had definitely been showing off. Ilya, being a good husband, had responded in kind. One thing led to another—specifically, Shane on his back next to a rack of dumbbells—and then a not-at-all quick shower followed. So yes. They were late. Shane was stressed. But he also had that flushed, post-orgasm glow that made Ilya want to drag him right back home again. They arrived at the restaurant slightly breathless, hand-in-hand. The rest of the Centaurs were already seated, drinks in hand, and Bood was the first to comment. “Well, well. We thought you two weren’t gonna make it. You’ve got… a glow.” Shane turned a deep shade of red. Ilya just smirked. But the smirk faded fast. Because as they scanned the long table, they realized something was off. There weren’t any seats left beside each other. The team always saved them two spots together. Always. Shane hesitated, subtle panic flashing across his face. He didn’t like being late. He didn’t like being separated. He definitely didn’t like the uncertainty of having to choose a new seat mid- social interaction. Wyatt, across from them, was already halfway to his feet. “I can move.” Ilya started to wave him off. “No, no. It’s fine. We’re capable of sitting apart,” he said with mock dramatics, shooting Shane a teasing look. “Even if my husband is boring without me.” Shane gave him a annoyed look. He ended up sliding into the open seat between Wyatt and Troy. Ilya took a spot a few chairs down between Dykstra and Bood, not thrilled, but willing to play it cool. Until the server arrived. He was young. Polished. Friendly. And apparently unaware that Shane Hollander was both married and extremely taken. Ilya watched with narrowed eyes as the guy lingered a little too long when taking Shane’s drink order, smiling a little too widely, his hand resting just a little too casually on the back of Shane’s chair. Shane, being Shane, was utterly oblivious. “Could I get a root beer?” Shane asked, polite as ever. “Absolutely,” the server replied, voice warm. “And if you think of anything else you want… just let me know. Anything at all.” He winked at Shane. Ilya blinked. Dykstra choked on his water. Shane didn’t even flinch, already turning to ask Wyatt something about the appetizer menu. By the time the server returned for entrée orders, the energy was unmistakable. He leaned toward Shane again. “Still deciding?” the server asked, voice dropping into something close to a purr. He leaned in, eyes fixed on Shane. “No pressure. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” He muttered—slow, deliberate. “Unless you want me to.” Shane smiled politely, completely unaware. “I’ll have the salmon, please.” The server jotted it down, but didn’t move right away—his gaze lingered just a second too long before he finally turned and walked off. Wyatt shot Ilya a look across the table. Bood looked like he was trying not to laugh. Even Troy glanced at Ilya and mouthed, Yikes. Ilya stood up. “Wyatt,” he said calmly, “trade seats with me.” Wyatt didn’t even hesitate. As Ilya made his way around the table, the conversations quieted just a bit. Not a lot. Just enough. Ilya slid into the seat next to Shane, reached under the table to pull Shane’s chair closer, and laced their fingers together on the tabletop for everyone—including their overly friendly server—to see. Shane blinked down at their joined hands, then looked at Ilya. “What’s going on?” Troy snorted. “Apparently you’ve been getting flirted with all night. Looks like Ilya is staking his claims.” Shane’s eyes widened. “What? No, he was just being nice.” “He was offering you his entire night,” Ilya muttered, glaring in the direction the server had gone.
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the best revenge is living well by shanehollandertwentyfour
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-06-21
Ottawa faces Montreal in the first round of the playoffs during Shane's first season with the Centaurs, and Ilya rewards him for playing well after the game. Loosely based on real events in the 2024-2025 NHL playoffs.
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Ilya is captivated watching Troy and Shane get closer and closer to each other on the dance floor. Harris leans up to press his mouth to Ilya’s ear to shout over the music. Harris sounds almost out of breath when he tells Ilya, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but they are so hot together.”
Ilyas shoulders shake with laughter and he nods his head, keeping his eyes on his dancing husband and teammate. “Do you think they know they are putting on a show for us?”
Ilya is afraid of getting boring, so he arranges a night out during Pride in New York. Harris drunkenly reveals a fantasy he's been harboring, and Ilya wants to help. Smut ensues.
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What I imagine their first time without a condom was like. Because we've all thought about it. September 2018 The first time Shane and Ilya have sex without a condom is in Ottawa at Ilya’s new home. They both are about to report for the start of the new season, so Shane came to spend the last few days helping Ilya set up his new home. That night Shane’s parents came over for dinner, and Yuna fussed about what Ilya still needed, and David brought him a case of Coca Cola as a new home present. Everything felt nice and new and in a bubble still, like the cottage had followed them here. Ilya knew that would all change once the season started. It was strange because, in many ways, he had Shane for years at this point. But it felt like now he finally, really had him. And it was already time to let him go for a while. He didn’t realize he was grinding his molars until Shane was pressing up against him. “What are you thinking?” Ilya sighed heavily, sinking back into the couch and pulling Shane closer. “That for the first time in my life I do not want the season to start.” “Oh,” Shane looks slightly startled for a moment before he starts to get that anxious look that is somewhat endearing. “Is it because—well, do you regret coming to Ottawa?” Ilya’s confused for a moment before he realizes what Shane is asking: if he regrets signing with Ottawa to be closer; if he regrets them. Which is the most ridiculous thing he could think. “Is not that,” he traces a finger over Shane’s cheek, the smooth skin, the freckles that have been plaguing his dreams for a long time. “Is just…it was easier before to not see you in- between the times we were together because you were not really mine.” Shane’s features soften, and he lets out a shaky sigh of relief. “Now, will be harder I think.” Shane nods, turning his head to press a kiss to Ily’s open palm. “I think I’ve been yours for a long time now,” Shane admits quietly. In some ways, it’s a deeper admission than the first “I love you” they shared at the cabin. “And I want to um,” Shane cleared his throat nervously, cheeks flushing and eyes flitting down. “I want to really be yours.” Ilya tilted his face back up so that they could look at each other. “You are mine, Hollander.” He couldn’t wait any longer and pulled Shane more firmly into his lap, until the shorter man was straddling his thighs. Using the firm grip on his cheek, Ilya pulled him for a searing kiss. It was competitive but also intense and heated in a way that nearly took his breath away. He felt Shane moan, grinding his erection into Ilya’s stomach. He let his hands travel down Shane’s neck, the strong muscles of his back, until gripping his firm ass. Shane breathlessly breaks the kiss and blurts out, “I want you to fuck me without a condom.” Ilya freezes and a strange feeling swells inside him. He didn’t know it was possible to want Shane more than he already did. He isn’t sure his body can handle the surge of desire that washes over him—Shane’s request, cheeks pink with the admission, hips still slightly rocking against Ilya like he just can’t help it. “You want me to fuck you without a condom,” he repeats back and grips Shane’s ass a little tighter. Shane takes a deep breath, gnawing slightly on his lip before admitting, “I want you to come inside me.” They had vaguely talked about this, and after agreeing at the cabin to give this thing between them a shot, they both went and got tested once they were home. But it hadn’t been brought up again, and honestly, Ilya didn’t want to push it. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be able to fuck Shane Hollander, to see him at his most vulnerable, to be the one Shane trusted with that. He hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom since he was 16. For many years, he told himself it was because he didn’t want to risk a baby, but he can admit now that it probably was also because Shane was in the back of his mind. That he knew he could never put him at risk. Ilya’s been silent for a few moments, long enough for Shane to start to look nervous again. “We don’t have to,” he says quickly. “If you don’t want to—” Quickly, Ilya stands up, gripping Shane by the thighs, who lets out a yelp as he’s jostled in the air. “Ilya! Put me down.” With a smirk, Ilya makes his way to the bedroom. “Is fine. You weigh nothing.” That wasn’t true, but Ilya tries his hardest not to show the strain of carrying his boyfriend. “Besides, you love it.” Shane rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. In the bedroom, he deposits Shane on the bed before leaning over to capture his lips in a filthy kiss. Shane groans into his mouth, bracketing Ily’s hips with his knees, and grinding against him. Ilya puts his hands firmly on Shane’s hips, pinning him to the bed. “Go slow, or are you that eager to have me inside you?” “Fuck you.” “No, fuck you,” he trails his lips down the column of Shane’s neck. “Fuck you bare.” Shane gasps, arching up into him. “Yes, please.” He can’t stop touching Shane or kissing him as they undress, but Ilya keeps the pace purposefully slow. Partly because it drives Shane crazy and partly because he can. He can take his time with Shane Hollander.
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you are my favorite place by jooniesyoonie (hufflebee)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-05-14
Shane knew, rationally, that if he and Ilya had never met, if they’d never started their ill- advised hookups all those years ago, he wouldn’t really know what he was missing. But he also felt sure he would know something was missing, that there wasn’t another person out there for him, not like this. He couldn’t imagine this with anyone else even if he wanted to. or, Shane has a surprise detour for Ilya the summer after the end of The Long Game
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Five Times Ilya comforted Shane + One Time Shane comforted Ilya
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Mickey and Ian play for rival hockey teams in the NHL
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waiting right here just to show you by broccolicheddarchicken
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-04-22
The picture he must've made in that moment: naked and tied up, on his knees, untouched and hard, with Ilya down his throat, drool all over him, staring up at Ilya through his lashes. He was glad he couldn't actually see himself, it would've been too much, but he had no doubt this was a mental image Ilya would be saving forever. Shane's been antsy all day, and Ilya proposes he spend some time on his knees to calm his nerves. Despite his better judgment, Shane agrees.
- Part 2 of kinky hollanov
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Shane and Ilya go on their first road trip as teammates
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