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My love is priceless by The_WriterWoman
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
Shane sat at the Montreal Metros table, his dress shoes polished to a mirror shine, his tuxedo tailored perfectly across his shoulders, his hair styled for once. He was trying to pay attention to the auctioneer's rapid fire chatter. He didn't even want to be here. It was just another thing his Mom made him do for his image. But here he was, waiting for his turn for someone to bid on an evening with him. His eyes kept drifting across the ballroom to where Ilya Rozanov sat with the Boston Raiders. Or An evening with Shane is being auctioned off for charity, and a certain Russian is going to make sure no one else gets it.
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After a crushing defeat on the rink, hockey star Shane Hollander clashes with airport security, ending up in a steamy interrogation with Officer Ilya Rozanov. A routine frisk turns into erotic punishment, with Shane submitting to spanks and deep, relentless fucking, which is the best he's ever had.
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Is it Casual Now? by DeletiaClementine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
What happens if Ilya Rozanov doesn’t talk to Shane Hollander for more than a year? Or, Shane Hollander has a hoe phase
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A Feeling That I've Never Felt Before (And I Deserve It) by sterlingstars
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
He chuckles, low and smooth. "Ah, I see. Tell you what- your parents come by, we have dinner, yes? Have a little chat, all of that. But when they leave, and I get you to myself… let me take care of you, hm? For being brave." His heart skips a beat, his stomach swoops low and flutters. His cheeks definitely get warm, and he nods a little dumbly. "Yes, yeah. Please." Back at the cottage, Shane unravels a little after talking to his parents. But Ilya is here to pick up the pieces and help hold them together- and Shane deserves a little reward after facing his fears.
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Shane looks over his shoulder at Ilya, who had gone still, hands moved down on his hips, his thumb frozen over the ink. “You like it?” Shane gets a tattoo. Ilya loves it.
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Shane rides Ilya into a religious experience, and into the headboard. or Ilya finally gets his bell rung back.
- Part 2 of A concussion kind of love
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"Waitt a minute Barrett why'd ya take a drink," Young slurred with his eyes narrowed, "Harris don't play hockey." Well shit. Of course one of the rookies had to notice, those morons never let anything go. So now everyone and their fucking mothers had turned to stare at Troy who could only let out an awkward laugh. Well this sobered him up. "Harris probably wasn't the first guy he slept with you idiot, he grew up playing hockey maybe it was an old teammate," Holmber said to Young whom he was still currently draped over. "Nooo papa Hazy said professional hockey player, so it has to be someone in the league," Young argued back. The rookies had all taken to calling Wyatt variations of dad and followed him around like a bunch of baby ducks. Troy woulda laughed at the endearing nickname was he not about to get his shit rocked by a 6' 3'' Russian in the parking lot. Because of every hockey player Troy Barrett could've slept with he just had to hook up with Shane mother fucking Hollander. ----- Or the Ottawa Centaurs play never have I ever ----- UPDATE
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shane hollander's guide to bottom prep by bisexualbuckley
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?” “Having it down to a science.” “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.” “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.” OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him
- Part 1 of hollanov bottom prep <3
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Ilya is happily planning Shane's birthday party when there's a knock at his door, and he's got a letter stating he's in danger of getting deported. Not wanting to dampen the day, he keeps this to himself and hopes for the best.
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It truly was a terrible idea, they both knew that, but god was it a hot one. A bluetooth- controlled vibrating buttplug was the last thing Shane expected when Ilya handed him the small gift box.
- Part 1 of off the ice (smutty hollanov one shots)
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After typing in the code to the penthouse suite, Shane pushes open the door. His eyes scan something obviously out of place: a paper and a blindfold. In Ilya's messy handwriting it reads: shoes and jacket off Put blindfold on and wait for me. Shane scoffs at first, and then his brain starts racing through a thousand reasons why it's a bad idea…yet he finds himself stepping out of his shoes.
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The cocky curl of his lips was all the confirmation Shane needed. You really did time it, you fucker. Ilya’s decisive goal came two point six seconds before the end of the game. Not accidentally. He did it to spite the Montreal Metros. Shane most of all. It was cruel. Ilya Rozanov, with his Russian pride and mannerisms was cruel. Except for the times when he came to Shane’s hotel room. Or when Shane went to his. It was insane how Ilya always changed behind closed doors. How his smile turned genuine, how the weight of expectations lifted from his shoulders, and only the sweet lust remained, cradling Shane in its attentive arms. Ilya on the ice, wearing the colours of his team, and Ilya in the bedroom, wearing nothing, were two different people. TL;DR: Fuck toxic masculinity, everyone is allowed to cry!
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Ilya and Shane are at war. They fuck about it.
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Four Hours, Twenty-Three Minutes by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
The hotel room key feels like it weighs a thousand pounds in Shane's pocket. He stands outside the nondescript Marriott three blocks from the arena, watching his breath fog in the October air. Montreal won 3-2; a good game, clean, the kind where both teams left everything on the ice. The kind where Shane played well enough that no one will question why he's not at the team bar right now, celebrating with J.J. and the guys. His phone buzzes. Just the room number. 1847. Before the Long Game, Shane and Ilya try to make it work.
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There was a build up, okay? The tuna melt fiasco is their first hookup AFTER the summer but Ilya was emboldened by the last hookup BEFORE the summer. — Inspired by the 5 second clip in the montage in episode 4 where Ilya wears the teal Adidas shirt and they kiss against the glass/up the stairs in Shane’s apartment. When Ilya leaves his hotel on that late spring evening, the sun is still out and it would actually be a great evening for a walk. Hollander’s apartment is just a half hour walk away, but Ilya calls an Uber anyway. It’s warm, he just took a shower and got all nice and handsome for an evening with the one and only Shane Hollander. It’s been over two months since their last hookup and Ilya has been pestering him all morning and afternoon with lude texts and promises. It was worth every shut the fuck up and I’m at breakfast with my parents and not.before.the.game. To be fair, Shane was the one who asked him to come over after this game and he asked this two weeks ago. Two months since they’ve fucked and now Ilya had been looking forward to this night specifically for two weeks. Whether he was jerking off, or just trying to figure out what he should have for dinner, Shane Hollander was always right there at the forefront of his mind. Ilya tries not to dwell too much on what that means, tries not to dwell on why he’s been so bored with the Boston nightlife for a while now, tries his very best not to put two and two together and come to conclusions that will benefit no one. He’s sure everything will be just fine again after they fuck tonight and he gets this out of his system. At least for a little while. It’s nice to have this, this evening. The Raiders are out of the running for the cup after today’s game and Ilya could spend all night sulking about it, could start dreading the prospect of another miserable summer in Moscow today, but instead he gets to forget about it for one more night. Shane still greets him at the back entrance. “You’re not cold?” he asks, when Ilya shows up in nothing but a longsleeve Adidas shirt. “I guess it’s a pretty nice day out, but it’s supposed to rain later tonight.” “Are you the weatherman now?” Ilya asks, passing him through the door and heading up the stairs without waiting. Shane catches up to him and tries to pass him. Ilya blocks him. He can’t help himself. They do this every time. Ilya is pretty familiar with Shane’s apartment at this point. He knows all the lights are going to be dimmed with soft orange lighting. He knows the place is going to vaguely smell like vanilla from the fancy scented candles near the entrance. Just for decor, he’s pretty sure. Ilya has never actually seen Shane turn one on and he’s also never seen the remnants of one having been turned on before. He doesn’t know if Shane even likes the scent of vanilla that much. His shampoo and soap are citrussy. He doesn’t wear cologne. If Ilya had to guess, with the limited knowledge he has, he would guess that Shane doesn’t like any strong smells at all. But what does he know, really. To him the candles smell great. Maybe it’s pavlovian at this point. He enters the apartment, smells the candles and gets unimaginably horny. He takes his shoes off, before moving any further, but once they’re off he leaves Shane at the front door and lets himself wander. He passes the brown leather couch. They hadn’t gotten further than this point the last time he was there. They had fallen onto the couch right away. He bites his lip as he passes it, remembering how Shane had tentatively reached back with one hand and had said: “You can go harder if you want.” He had said it with his eyes tightly shut. Ilya didn’t need to be told twice, held him down and fucked him hard. He made sure to keep his own eyes open though, fixed on Shane’s face for any sign of unease or discomfort. It was a great night. “Did you get a haircut?” Shane then asks. Ilya turns to look at him, hand going up to his hair without thinking. “Couple days ago,” Ilya says. “You like it?” “It looks good,” Shane says, like it’s a forced admission. Shane then closes the gap between them, placing his hands right above Ilya’s hips. “No, it looks nice, pushed back like that,” he then says, more earnestly. Ilya thinks it’s so interesting how he gives these earnest answers when they are nose to nose and gets all snappy when there is too much space between them. Shane doesn’t give out a lot of compliments, so Ilya doesn’t respond. He’s sure he’ll ruin it if he does. But his silence is barely noticeable, because Shane kisses him and Ilya kisses him back eagerly, hands coming up to Shane’s face. Ilya feels his shoulders hit the glass panel of the staircase that heads up to Shane’s bedroom. And he can feel it in that very first kiss, that Shane is as hungry for this as he is. Shane’s hands start tugging on Ilya’s shirt immediately, and Ilya is more than happy to get rid of it. He laughs when Shane refuses to stop kissing him as he leads him up the stairs. Shane still has each and every one of those pillows, even though Ilya now knows he removes half of them everytime he goes to bed, just to put them all back again when he makes the bed in the morning. Something about liking the symmetrie. Ilya makes sure Shane gets fully undressed as he drops his own jeans and underwear, and then makes himself comfortable on the bed as Shane neatly puts the clothes on the chair. It only takes a second and Ilya thinks it is cute every single time. “Come lie down with me,” Ilya says, unnecessarily. But he knows Shane likes the clarity to start with. It’s a fine line Ilya is still figuring out. Shane likes direction, but he doesn’t like being treated like a prude. Likes being bossed around and being put in position, but doesn’t like feeling used. Ilya learns something new about him every time they get together. About the way he likes to have sex at least. Shane lies down next to him, on his side like Ilya, propped up on one elbow. Shane kisses him first again, running a hand up and down his chest, fingers flicking over his nipple, grazing over his chest hair. Ilya has to touch, too. He places a firm hand on Shane’s ass, pulling him close enough for their cocks to slide over each other. They both react to it simultaneously, pulling a little chuckle out of them. Shane’s smile is sweet like honey, even when he looks away. It gives Ilya an idea. He manoeuvres Shane onto his back and gets on top of him. He uses his hands to align their cocks and then gently grinds down. It elicits the exact reaction Ilya was hoping for. “Feels good?” he asks softly, just to make Shane think about it for that moment. Shane nods, looking up at him with both his hands on Ilya’s shoulders. “Feels really good,” he says, voice a few notches deeper than usual. Ilya grinds down again, repeating his movements at a steady pace. Shane lets one hand travel up to Ilya’s head and pulls him down for a long, openmouthed kiss, until he finally stops Ilya with both hands on Ilya’s hips and a small shake of his head. “I can’t keep this up much longer, I’m going to…”
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"The lake’s frozen solid," Shane says without turning around from the pan. "We can go skate, after." Or Shane and Ilya have a little break during the holidays so they go to the cottage.
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Ilya loses a bet with Shane. They both get what they want, in the end.
- Part 2 of cobblestone (hollanov fics)
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There have been threats by gsmaxwell
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-10
Shane wasn’t stupid. He figured this was some kind of fucking cowardly tactic to keep him from being at the Games. Hopefully, that’s all they wanted. If he just played nice maybe this would all be over soon. No one was coming to save him. No one, except maybe Rozanov. And he was pretty sure Rozanov would just be pissed off at being stood up. Or: Shane goes missing before Sochi, and the only one who can save him is Ilya.
- Part 1 of Kidnapped AU
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Shane's expression twists; his eyes begin to well with tears beneath the blindfold. “You’re perfect, Ilya. You’re the best. You—you make me feel so fucking good.” Please. Please don’t be disappointed in me. Ilya removes his blindfold carefully—tenderly. His voice is soft when he speaks again, his thumb wiping Shane’s wet eyelashes. “I’m good, yes, but I am not very forgiving. You know this, right?” Shane seeks out Ilya to help him take the edge off.
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Ilya drops to his knees in front of him and Shane’s eyebrows just about jump off his face. “Ilya!” He hisses, but the other just starts working on taking off Shane’s shoes, and when his shoes are off his large fingers start working Shane’s calves, kneading and massaging the stiffness from the game out. Shane holds back his satisfied moan, Ilya’s fingers working wonders on his tense muscles but his eyes keep flicking between the door and the man on his knees in front of him. Or, after the All-Star game, Ilya helps Shane rest his muscles and ease his tensions.
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