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Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees. The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear. It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s. There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face. * Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.
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The walls I'm bracing by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-14
Ilya is so caught up in the hot squeeze of Shane's tight ass around his cock, the way he grinds down trying to take all nine inches even deeper as if he'll die if he doesn't, that it takes a moment for him to realise that Shane is staring at him with a quizzical tilt to his pretty, freckled face. Like sweaty, flushed bird.
Shane doesn't stop riding him completely, but roll of his hips is slower now. Almost torture where he clenches around Ilya, like he can't help it.
"What, Hollander?" Ilya grunts; fingers digging into the soft fat of Shane's ass.
- Part 2 of Hockey boys 🏒
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take the crown, shut it down, 'bout to steal the show by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-14
Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.
“Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”
OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.
- Part 4 of heated rivalry masterlist
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could you look like mine (just for the night) by treescape
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-13
When Shane slips into the hotel room in Boston, there's a familiar jersey spread over the bed —Raiders, number 81, Rozanov in stark white lettering jeering up at him. "Not a chance," Shane says immediately. Or, Ilya fucks Shane while Shane wears his jersey.
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At the club, Shane realises what he wants. So he follows it out the front door.
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“I want one day,” Shane interrupted Ilya’s inner meltdown with, really, the only acceptable response. “And then we can…” Shane trailed off. “Then we can, I don’t know. Reset.” “Reset,” Ilya repeated, unconvinced. “Yeah.” It was another few moments of stunned silence before Ilya spoke again. “We could go somewhere.” * or, what if Shane decided to stay, that night… and then decided to miss his flight home the next day.
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Ilya shows Shane who he belongs to.
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save a horse, ride a centaur by catknives
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-12
At first Shane had been doubtful about how a cowboy related to a Roman soldier, but Ilya had insisted it was based on a movie he’d watched on a plane once. He swore other people would get the reference. “We will, uh, how you say, break the internet?” Ilya had said when he pitched the idea in bed last month. “I don’t think I’ve ever said that,” Shane had replied, unable to resist the urge to be a little shit. It was their favorite type of flirting. “Is expression,” Ilya’d huffed. “I don’t think anyone’s said that in at least a decade.” “Am I not anyone? I just said it. Keep up, Hollander.” For their first Halloween together as a married couple, Ilya convinces Shane to dress up in a couple's costume.
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“Can you still stay the night?”
“Yes,” Ilya says quickly, nodding into Shane’s neck. “I will stay the night.”
I will stay forever, he doesn’t say. Just ask me, and I will do it.
- Part 2 of Мой сладкий мальчик
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Shane turned Ilya Rozanov down in a dingy locker room once. Today he chooses him for the room.
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Shane's shorts got Ilya actin' up by hollzy81
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
A quiet afternoon turns dangerous when Shane wears the shorts he knows will ruin Ilya’s self-control. Shane and Ilya were home, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. Ilya was sprawled on the plush couch, resting on his back, his eyes glued his phone. The scent of rain-soaked earth drifted in from the open window, mingling with the faint aroma of Shane's cologne, a familiar and comforting presence. Shane emerged from the shower, the steam still clinging to his skin, his hair damp and tousled. He walked downstairs, the soft thud of his bare feet against the wooden floorboards the only sound breaking the silence. He was wearing shorts, but not just any shorts. They were the kind that Ilya knew, the kind that made his breath hitch, the kind that screamed, "Fuck me." They were a faded, soft denim, riding low on his hips, the waistband barely concealing the curve of his ass. Ilya's mouth watered instantly. He couldn't help it. He’d been captivated by Shane since the moment they met, and even after years together, the man still had the power to render him speechless. Shane seemed to notice his husband's reaction, a shy smile playing on his lips. He turned and headed into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his back to Ilya, offering the perfect view of his ass. Ilya couldn't take it anymore. He rose from the couch in two swift strides, crossing the room and pressing himself against Shane's back. He wrapped his arms around Shane's waist, his hands finding purchase on the soft denim. "These shorts," Ilya murmured, his voice husky, "will be the death of me." He started grinding his half-erect cock against his husband's ass, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Shane moaned, pushing back against his husband, his body arching slightly. "Wore them just for you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Fuck," Ilya breathed, the word a prayer, a promise. He started squeezing Shane's ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. Shane groaned, his body trembling. Ilya trailed kisses along Shane's neck, his lips and teeth finding the sensitive skin just below his ear. Shane closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against his husband's shoulder, and whimpered softly. "Does that feel good?" Ilya asked, his voice a low rumble. Shane moaned and nodded, his breath catching in his throat. Ilya started touching Shane's nipples through his shirt, twitching them between his fingers, teasing them with a gentle touch. Shane moaned out loud, the sound a raw, desperate plea. "Fuck, Ilya... more," he begged, his voice laced with need. Ilya, already on the edge, was completely turned on by everything, the feel of Shane's body against his, the sound of his moans, the way his eyes were glazed with desire. He couldn't help himself. He slapped Shane's ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Shane moaned, pressing closer to his husband, his body seeking more. "Again," he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. Ilya cursed under his breath. "Fuck, Hollander. You’re perfect." And he smacked Shane's ass again, harder this time. Shane whimpered, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Ilya... fuck..." Shane's cock was leaking furiously, his shorts and boxers soaked in pre-cum, the evidence of his arousal undeniable. He couldn't take it anymore. He ground his ass harder against his husband, his hips moving in a desperate rhythm, and moaned, "Please." Ilya grabbed Shane's hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Words, Hollander. What do you need?" Shane moaned. "I need you to fuck me... on this counter, fuck, Ilya." He started grinding harder, his body writhing with anticipation. "As you wish," Ilya said, his voice a low growl. He reached down, his fingers finding Shane's front. "Spit." Shane obeyed instantly, his eyes locked on Ilya's, and spit on his fingers. "Good boy," Ilya murmured, a possessive edge to his voice. Shane's eyes fluttered at the nickname, his body already trembling with the promise of pleasure. Ilya shoved Shane's shorts and boxers down in one swift movement, revealing his wet, throbbing cock. He started circling his hole with his fingers, his touch slow and deliberate, preparing him. Shane moaned desperately, his body arching. "Please... Ilya..." Ilya smacked his ass again, the sound sharp in the air. "You take what I give you, understand?" "Yes... Fuck... Ilya, whatever you say." Ilya groaned, his own control slipping. He pushed a finger in, slowly, deliberately, stretching Shane's hole. Shane moaned out loud, his body tensing. "This hole is so fucking tight," Ilya whispered, his voice thick with anticipation. "Can't wait to get it all loose." Shane moaned at the words, his hips bucking. Ilya added another finger, scissoring them, his touch becoming more insistent. He moved closer to Shane's lips, hovering over his ear. "Do you want that... want me to ruin your hole and make it mine forever? Ruin you for everyone else?" Shane's eyes rolled back, his head lolling against Ilya's shoulder. Ilya's fingers found his prostate, and he began to stroke it, his touch precise and relentless. Shane moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure. "Yes... fuck... yes, Ilya... ruin me."
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own version of semaphore by epistrophic
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
Lily: are you clean? Me: what? Me: i mean yes obviously Me: but why? Lily: if you want, i will fuck you raw after we play tonight Boston, 2015. Ilya has a suggestion.
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taste of control by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
“So,” Ilya starts, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You want tuna melt when we get home?” “What?” Shane says, distracted. “We just had dinner.” “Yes,” Ilya says. “But you had children’s portion.” Shane sends him an incredulous look. “I had two servings.” “Of baby food.” “Ilya.” “Shane.” Shane sighs. “Can we not do this? Please.” Unfortunately for Shane, they must do this. Or: Shane's restrictive eating versus Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov.
- Part 1 of cjo + hr
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I love you over and over again by azraelriego
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
Shane Hollander loves two things: hockey and his infuriatingly clingy husband. When Ilya slams into an unexpected rut on the ice, Shane’s the only one who can get him home before things turn feral. What starts as a very intense, very ill-timed rut turns into late-night guilt, broken pride, and an impossible wish for a family Shane will never be able to carry— until a specialist, an ultrasound, and a tiny heartbeat say otherwise.
- Part 1 of I love you over and over again
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Clouds for the Unspoken Thoughts by Acinonyx1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-10
“Is that milk?” Hollander stiffens under his touch, and with his face buried in the pillow and Ilya's cock buried in his ass, murmurs, “No…” Ilya blinks down at the growing wet patch under Hollander's chest. “Oh. Is vodka then?” “Fuck off, Rozanov.” While Ilya struggles with the inner conflicts of his desires, Shane’s body decides on a more physical way of showing his affection.
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kiss it better baby by weathereyehorizon
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-10
Shane and Ilya present at the NHL awards followed by an unforgettable night in a Vegas hotel suite. All is not as it seems.
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Shane loves yoga. It has always been an escape for him—an escape from his body and his mind. When a bunch of other NHL players interrupt him in a hotel gym during a conference, he is not surprised when they make fun of him, but he is surprised when Ilya asks him to teach them a few poses and they all go along with it. He gets to show off his flexibility, and it seems harmless enough to show off a little extra for Ilya, until-
“Holy shit, Hollander, wait—can you suck your own cock?”
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“I am going to fuck you,” Rozanov said, pressing kisses to Shane’s neck, “and if you are very, very good, maybe I will unlock you.”
Shane has been in chastity for two weeks and is desperate for release. Ilya makes him wait a little longer.
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Rozanov has a lot of ideas. Shane likes most of them.
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“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes. “What?” “You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue. Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall. “You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?” OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas
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