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“Words, Hollander. Tell me that you are helpful.” Shane clears his throat. “I-I’m helpful. When you need to come.” “молодец. Good boy,” Ilya breathes, starting to really move his hand now. He can physically see the moment the fog takes over Shane’s brain. The one that always comes over him when they’re hooking up or fucking. He watches Shane’s eyes go glassy and his mouth hang open, and his lips get wet and he knows he has him. Knows that Shane will do whatever he asks now. He loves when he’s like this. Fuck. “You are, aren’t you?” he asks. “My good boy?”
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Sit Tight, I'm Not Far Out From You Tonight by hudsinmonger (louislittletomlintum)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-05
"Is this like - a prank?" Shane finally asked, looking down at the underwear again. For such a small piece of fabric they felt like they were drawing their own gravitational pull in the room, had their own centre of gravity. There was a little heart charm on them, sitting in the middle front hem as a decoration. "No," Ilya answered steadily, and when Shane looked back up his eyes were still locked on him. "Then what is it?" Shane asked, touching the fabric again and dragging them a little to the side, like maybe they were hiding something that would make him understand. "A present. For you," Ilya explained, in that bored tone like he'd said it all before. Which technically he had, but it didn't make Shane understand it any better. Shane must have looked even more confused, because Ilya tutted and spoke up again. "To wear, Shane, you have heard of underwear, yes?" or the one where ilya buys his fwb, totally casual situationship shane a pair of panties to try
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When Ilya says “Shane” instead of Hollander, something shifts in him. Panic hits fast and hard, and Shane’s first instinct is to run before the moment can turn into something real. Ilya doesn’t let him. “Don’t leave,” Ilya says. “Talk to me.” Panic and the emotional crash comes to him. Shane feels exposed, needy, and embarrassed by how much he wants to stay, but Ilya keeps him exactly where he is, grounding him. “You’re not going anywhere, da?” Held in place and forced to face what he’s feeling, Shane has the chance to finally ask for what he wants.
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It was almost dawn by the time Shane and Ilya got home from the Centaurs' post-win party.
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shane goes into heat in the middle of a game
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Ilya’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you hurt?” He asked, halfway across the kitchen already. Shane shook his head, getting up and away from Ilya before he could touch him. “I’m fine, just overstretched yesterday.” It was a big fat lie, and both of them knew it. Ilya, obviously, caught on to it. “You don’t overstretch.” He was following Shane to the fridge. The panic inside of Shane rose until his whole body felt like a live wire. New tactic. Think. Think. Think… “It was a new yoga position,” he blurted out. He knew how much Ilya liked to watch him do yoga, that would most likely distract him enough for Shane to leave. He had a plan, damn it. OR Shane gets a tattoo and doesn't want to show Ilya (yet).
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“Mmnnh, no, come back. This is big deal. First time Shane Hollander has ever thrown punches. First time Shane Hollander has been punched. Everyone is talking about it.” “I punched Peterson because he slammed you.” It should have been satisfying watching the way shock immediately blushed over Ilya’s face, but all Shane could feel was embarrassment for even admitting it. “He was… I mean… He was all over you. And it– I don’t know, I was just so angry that he was touching you that I— I don’t know. I just saw red and, I don’t even remember all of it.” Shane felt like he was losing himself. He knew he was more emotional these past few weeks, a swirling mess of feelings and breaking his diet and lazying around more, but he had chalked most of it up to Ilya’s influence. or, Shane Hollander is pregnant, and doesn't know it yet, and is increasingly confused why he's feeling so crazy lately. Acting so strange. Crying so much. So horny.
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Everywhere I Go, My Skin is Crawling by hollanoved (louislittletomlintum)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
"The hotel," Ilya repeated in a flat tone, cupping under Shane's jaw. "What hotel?" "Uh," Shane replied again, because he had no fucking clue. "I just need to not be here." "Hollander," Ilya said firmly, squeezing his chin. Shane melted, just a bit, but he tried to remain determined when he started to look for his shorts. Ilya's hand didn't allow for much movement though, his head unable to turn. "Shane, tell me now. Are you going into heat?" or the one where ilya calling shane by his first name sends him into heat
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Shane knew that a person is incapable of pretending while asleep. One can hide their true feelings behind a hockey helmet all day long, but at night, all masks fall away. No one forced Ilya to hold him after they’d both gotten theirs. And yet he did.
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It permeated his brain. The intoxicating smell of simple bar soap, laundry detergent, a hint of sweat, and Ilya. It was like a soft blanket surrounding his thoughts, cushioning them, slowing them down. He’d been so busy, so stressed, by both his life and his secrets. Everything was so complicated, so confusing, so anxiety-inducing, that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d truly been able to take a full inhale. So, as he knelt there, breathing, pressing into the man above him, Shane felt himself relax bit by bit, his anxieties and ruminating worries finally slipping away. -- Or, Shane learns that cockwarming quiets his brain.
- Part 1 of Hollanov
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Shane hires a sex worker to figure out if he likes men. Spoiler: He is not only gay, but he also falls in love with the sex worker.
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“Say yes,” Ilya says, and he can hear the pleading quality of his tone, hoping that Hollander doesn’t notice. He can hear and feel the way Hollander breathes from Ilya’s throat, no doubt taking in his scent. Ilya hasn’t ever given much thought to his scent before now; omegas seem to enjoy it, yes, but he’s more conscious of it right now, because does Hollander enjoy it? It’s quiet, so quiet Ilya almost misses it, and yet so loud that it might as well be a shout in Ilya’s ears when Hollander mutters, “Yes.” Ilya feels a rush of endorphins flood him, a ringing in his ears of yes good fuck take—but he wills himself to remain calm, to not scare Hollander off. “Then come, omega,” Ilya hums, curling his fingers around Hollander’s nape possessively. “Let’s get you fucked.” OR Ilya's POV
- Part 2 of just this once
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Coming back to The Cottage after leaving the Hollander's, Ilya and Shane make Ilya's best day even better. ---- "This is mine, yeah? Say it's mine." "Yours," Shane gasped. "It's yours. I'm yours." "That’s fucking right." Ilya's voice was fierce, possessive in a way that made Shane throb. "You want more?" "Yes! Yes, please, need more! Need you!"
- Part 3 of Stolen Moments
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the dirtiest clean I know by leaveanote
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Immediately after talking to Shane’s parents, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge, Shane asks to be fucked without a condom. Ilya’s his boyfriend now. Suddenly, messy sheets don’t seem like such a bad thing. Back in the cottage, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge Shane’s giddy. He’s never felt like this before, like something’s unclenched its jaws from his heart. The world feels raw in the best way. His house feels different, the sun brighter, warmer. The scent of summer foliage, and him. They’ve been back in the cottage for all of two minutes, but Shane honestly can’t believe they still have clothes on. “Harder,” he tells Ilya, who whimpers and sucks at Shane’s throat, understanding Shane’s asking to be marked. For the first time, for what’s left of these two weeks, they don’t have to hide. Ilya runs his tongue over the bruise-tender skin and Shane’s eyes roll back, his entire body frissoning. “Oh my fucking God,” Shane says, face crumpling. He’s rock hard, rutting helplessly against Ilya’s thick, stupidly sexy thigh. “You like that?” Ilya murmurs, sucking hickey after hickey into Shane’s throat. Shane can only whimper brokenly in response. Ilya chuckles, and spanks him. A glut of precum pulses from Shane’s dick, soaking immediately through his briefs, damp against Ilya’s thigh. Ilya hisses a soft curse. “So pretty,” he bites out. “I love how wet you get for me.” Shane’s brain goes buzzy in the way only Ilya can make it. Ilya cups Shane’s ass in his hands and lifts him. Shane wraps his arms around his boyfriend—his boyfriend!—and lets himself be carried to bed. “Ilya,” Shane breathes. He presses his palm to Ilya’s cheek. “God, you’re so handsome.” Ilya smiles and almost blushes. Shane tugs him into a kiss. It’s hot but terribly tender, tears gathering in both their eyes, each soothing the other in turn. They take each other’s clothes off, hardly breaking the connection of their gaze. “I love you,” Shane says softly. The soft twitch of Ilya’s mouth, the brightness in his eyes as Shane says it. It’s everything. “I didn’t know…anything could feel this good.” “Me neither,” Ilya says, shaking his head. He looks like he might cry properly again, and like he doesn’t want to, so Shane pulls him into a filthier kiss. He hitches his foot around Ilya’s waist, dragging their hips together. Ilya throbs against him, the anxiety in his body ebbing easily into the heat Shane hoped for. “I was thinking,” Shane says. “You said you haven’t been with anyone in a while, and neither have I.” “Mm.” “Do—do you wanna, um. Without a condom?” Shane tries not to think about how red his ears have gone. “It’s not like you can get me pregnant.” Ilya groans low in his throat, rolling promisingly into Shane. ”Mmm. Let me try.” Shane snorts and swats at him, but presses the lube into Ilya’s palm and nothing else. Ilya looks at him, making sure it’s not just sexy talk. “You’re sure?” Ilya asks, pupils blown. His voice is like crushed velvet pressed to Shane’s cheek, and Shane can’t bear being empty a moment longer. He drags Ilya into a kiss he hopes is needy enough to convey that. “Make a mess out of me,” he whispers. “Please.” Ilya’s expression goes dark with lust, and Shane nearly cums on the spot. “Oh my God.” “You feel so good.” “Ilya.” Shane feels like Ilya’s fucking him for the first time all over again. Probably not least because Ilya’s eased him into a vulnerable missionary, which is not how they’d been fucking in the cottage before now. Ilya feels bigger like this. The hot skin of his thick, gently curved, perfect cock drags against Shane’s walls, nothing between them but the slide of lube to ease the way. Shane’s blushing, watching Ilya’s face twitch as he takes his pleasure in Shane’s ass. Shane can feel the wet drag of his thick head, the sweet skin of Ilya’s shaft Shane loves so much sliding deep inside him over and over. The obscene smack of his heavy balls against Shane’s cleft. Ilya cups his jaw. Shane opens on instinct, sucking Ilya’s fingers into his mouth, taking him in everywhere he can. “Fuck, Shane. You make me crazy,” Ilya says, his voice cracked straight through.
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pretty blue streetlights and his brown eyes by byulelle
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
“Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering. And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go. “You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car. Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,” Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.
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oh, how everything can change in such a small time frame by forrestdean
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Ilya and Shane win their first Stanley Cup together. And celebrate it.
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They’d never been together on New Year’s before. This year, that was going to change.
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“Well?” Shane’s voice catches, teeth gritting as his fingers clench into unforgiving porcelain. Ilya breathes out. “I can smell you from all the way down the hall.” Shane swallows, rolling his eyes as his head drops. “Fuck off.” Ilya pushes himself off from the wall, the heels of his shoes clicking against the tile. Shane doesn’t even fight it when Ilya takes his chin between his fingers, blissfully suffocated by the alpha’s proximity. Or, a Las Vegas heat fic.
- Part 1 of Nettles (Hollanov Fics)
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Seeing Shane Hollander in the crowd at an NHL game was cool. Seeing him in the crowd at a Boston Bears game in Boston was bizarre. But seeing Shane Hollander in the stands wearing an Ilya Rozanov Jersey, the bold number 81 plastered across his broad back? That, was ludicrous. A few of the American guys on the team had decided to start a Fantasy Football league that fall, and Shane had joined wanting to be an involved and fun captain. He barely knew anything about American football, and he had finished dead last as of last Monday. So now, this was his punishment.
- Part 2 of hollanov fluff + smut one shots
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The house is completely dark when Shane arrives. Ilya never leaves the house dark. He knows Ilya is upset - angry or sad is still to be discovered. But Shane doesn't know what he did wrong. What he finds is candlelight. A belt. And fourteen minutes to account for.
- Part 2 of Stolen Moments
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