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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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“Bless me, Father,” Shane said, voice steady out of habit. “For I have sinned.” Ilya Rozanov is an eighteen-year-old who was sent to a Catholic all-boys boarding school by his dad to straighten his messy behavior, where he meets the religious boy who knows nothing but to repent to his sins at least once or thrice a week. Shane Hollander believed that praying every night and putting God first is what matters over everything, and boys who are like Ilya are resented by the nuns and the church. In a place built to mold boys into men of God, some sins are harder to confess.
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Ilya and Shane play together in the All Stars Game - then they have sex. AKA I understand why Jacob didn't want sex in Episode 5 but I did, so it's here. Yay! Takes place after the game but before all of the confessions. Don't worry too much about the logistics. Ilya has imagined this, of course. It’s something he won’t ever admit to Shane, but he’s thought of it over and over again. The two of them, playing together. What it would be like, how it might work. He knows what they’re like when they fuck - a wordless knowledge of each other that requires very little in the way of conversation, though neither of them are ever inclined to be quiet. Hockey is different to fucking, but not by much. Ilya knows how Shane plays, down to the skates he wears and how tight he keeps his helmet. But there’s no knowing until they’re on the ice together - and from the moment the puck drops it’s euphoric, all of it. The rest of the team might as well not be there for all that Ilya gives a shit. His attention is on Shane, on getting the puck to his stick, on taking it back when Shane needs it, on getting them to the goal again and again and again. The score is ridiculous, even for a game that is more fun than it is anything else. Ilya spreads his affection across the team, aware of how it would look if he kept coming back to Shane, but he knows how the headlines will look, what all the hockey podcasts will be talking about. The two of them, Hollander and Rozanov and the electricity between them on the ice. No team could ever afford to have them both, and Ilya knows it would be a bad idea, but it’s worth fantasising about, isn’t it? It’s in that post game haze that Ilya is more rash than he has any right to be and books a hotel. One a little further out, but with a big bed and good room service. He texts the name and the room number to Shane without any other details, and watches his eyebrows raise across the massive dinner table where their team has gathered for a post-game celebration. He aches with anticipation, the thrill of the game still sitting under his skin, and he’s one of the first to leave, much to the apparent surprise of the players who don’t know him, and the knowing grins of those who do. “Fuck, Rozy, you got a girl lined up already?” “No fucking way man, we’ve been here less than two days!” “Nah, that motherfucker has one in every city I swear -” Ilya doesn’t answer any of it, just grins, shows the table his favourite finger, and makes his way out. He doesn’t look at Shane, doesn’t try to see if he’s following. He will, of course he will. He always does. So Ilya gets a taxi and checks in to the hotel, makes his way up to the room. It’s a nice room, good view - Ilya doesn’t give a shit about any of that. He pulls off his jacket, slinging it onto the chair that reminds Ilya of another night and another fuck in a much fancier hotel room, and he waits. It’s less than half an hour before the knock comes, and Ilya pulls the door open, meaning to pull Shane in after him. But Shane, it seems, is just as eager. The door’s barely closed before they’re on each other, kissing with a level of desperation that they haven’t in a long time. Ilya manages to get his hand up to protect Shane’s head as they hit the wall, and that gives him the perfect leverage to twist his fingers into the dark strands, pull Shane’s face back a little. He already looks fucked out, his lips parted and his face flushed, those fucking freckles looking perfect on his cheeks. “Fuck, Shane, look at you,” there’s still a thrill that comes with using Shane’s first name, and if the way Shane shudders is any indication, he feels it too. “You felt on the ice, yes? Never played with someone that fucking good before, hm?” “Shut the fuck up,” Shane pushes forwards to kiss Ilya again, and then they’re fumbling to get at each other’s belts, kicking out of their clothes in a frenzied stumble towards the bed. Shane falls onto his back and Ilya crawls over him, feeling like a predator. He wants to devour Shane, wants to taste him and crawl inside his bones, wants to know what it feels like in there. For now, he pulls one of Shane’s legs up until it’s practically on Ilya’s shoulder and fists his cock, rough and demanding. Shane lets out a strangled noise, trying to fuck into Ilya’s fist and arch away all at once, and Ilya grins, animalistic. “Be good boy, Hollander, and maybe I fuck you,” they both know that’s where this is going, but that’s not the point. Shane forces his eyes open and Ilya is watching him, still working at his cock. He doesn’t keep it up long, not after Shane says, “Please, please want to come with you -” in this breathy voice that Ilya can’t say no to. He fumbles away for a moment, coming back with the lube that was in his pocket (“You had that with you during dinner?”) and starts in on prepping Shane. He’s always so vocal, like this, whimpering at the push and pull of Ilya’s fingers - one, then two, then a third because he’s feeling generous about it. By the time Ilya’s got a condom on and he’s rolling his hips to push in to Shane, he feels halfway out of his mind. It’s so much, so overwhelming, that for a long moment he just stays there, flush against Shane, holding him up off the bed. Then Shane looks at him, eyes wet and wanting, and Ilya loses all sense of self. The headboard makes contact with the wall and Ilya couldn’t give less of a fuck, driving into Shane like a man possessed, slapping Shane’s hand away from his own dick. No, he wants Shane to come just like this, on his cock, panting and needy with it. He wants to drink up those noises, the ah-ah-ah that comes rhythmically with Ilya’s thrusts. And he can feel it, in the bottom of his stomach, the desperate curl of it. Ilya wishes they were fucking raw, wishes he could feel all of Shane. For now, he settles with leaning over the bed. The pressure forces Shane to bend, and suddenly Ilya is impossibly deep. Shane all but screams Ilya’s name, head thrown back, and his cock jerks, coating his stomach, almost up to his chest. Ilya is mesmerised by the sight of it, and doesn’t last more than two thrusts before he’s shaking, coming as deep as he can, imagining for a moment that when he pulls out he’ll see the evidence of it leaking out of Shane’s hole. He doesn’t, of course. He pulls back, almost trembling, and there’s nothing but the slick of lube. Ilya ties off the condom, tosses it towards the trash. Means to go and get a washcloth, but – but it’s all there, painted over Shane’s body, and Ilya feels greedy. He leans over Shane’s body, ignoring his quiet, fucked out little, “Ilya -” as he drags his tongue up Shane’s stomach, tasting him there.
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Across the Stars by Strange_johnlock
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Ilya adjusts the blanket around Luna, shifts his gaze away from her sweet face and towards the sky. It is full of stars, bright here, far away from the city. Hundreds and thousands of them, and the same person who has placed the freckles on Shane Hollander’s cheeks and nose must have sprinkled them onto the firmament. “Ah, husband withdrawal makes me a romantic, I think,” he whispers, and Luna makes a sound that must surely mean she agrees, but thinks he has gone mad. ___ Ilya deals with Shane being away on his first road trip. The Hollanders are there to help. And Shane, well, he is full of surprises.
- Part 3 of Moon, Sun and Stars
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Ilya’s cigarettes have always been easier than love...but Shane tastes too good to keep smoking. It isn't easy to quit smoking, Ilya knows that. He's tried, multiple times without success. Something Shane has quietly, stubbornly hated since their rookie year. An off-season at Shane’s cottage forces Ilya to confront the habit he’s clung to for comfort, the one that could keep him from fully being with the man he loves.
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JANE: We didn't even kiss "Fuck." Shane presses his forehead against the elevator wall, his eyes fluttering closed against the tears threatening to fall. His vision darkens at the edges and he can't quite catch his breath, his chest aching. He sent it. His finger fucking slipped and he sent it. The text sent.
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I Follow You, Even Into Your Dreams by Buyurei
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Shane’s body seems to sway, and his dick finds friction against Ilya’s body. Then, what Ilya can only describe as a miracle. Shane exhales, and speaks in his sleep. “Suhz, uhz… Anov…” Shane inhales deeply, and says “Ozanov… Nnng…” on the exhale. He whines through it. Ilya freezes. He can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Shane says Ilya’s name in his sleep. Ilya can't resist.
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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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On His Knees In Vegas by hunnybunny
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“I need—“ Shane cut himself off, trying to will himself to be brave and failing miserably. He had never been good at this part, asking for what he wanted when it came to the bedroom. And part of him didn’t want to have to ask. He wanted to be told what to do, and that was part of what made Ilya so appealing. “What?”, Ilya asked, raising a single eyebrow. “You know,” Shane gasped back, clenching his fist at the base of his dick. “Tell me,” Ilya replied, his tone leaving no room for an argument. It was a command, and the heat of it was burning inside Shane. Ilya wants Shane to ask. He wants him to beg. And when Shane doesn't, Ilya puts him on his knees. Or an incredibly self-indulgent smutty one-shot where Ilya's dominant streak shines, and Shane tries to grapple with why he loves taking orders.
- Part 1 of On His Knees
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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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Svetlana is a problem. Shane could jump through every hoop to shake her, but she remained. Now, he had Ilya all to himself, and Ilya was talking about marrying her?! Or, a fill-in because Shane looked mad as hell when Ilya mentioned marrying Svetlana, and I just wanted to write about him being a possessive, angry little cat.
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Shane fractures his toe and is out for the playoffs but it isn't all that bad...
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Proof of Concept by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” Ilya purrs, voice dark as midnight. Shane’s entire face ignites. He shivers, nodding shyly, nerves raw. The answer slips free in a stammer that sounds like confession. “I just—w-wanted to know why… it felt good…” Ilya’s chuckle vibrates against his lips, equal parts heat and fondness. “You looked so guilty. Touching your bruise, trying so hard to stay quiet while your cock drooled.” His fingers wander higher, brushing Shane’s sticky erection through his shorts, drawing out a shuddering moan. “You loved it.” Shane discovers a new kink by accident; Ilya is more than happy to help him explore it.
- Part 11 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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A strong arm caught him easily, guiding him back against the shelves. The force was inhuman but controlled and gentle. The vampire leaned in, close enough that Shane could feel the chill radiating from him. “I did not come here to frighten you,” he said softly, forehead nearly brushing Shane’s. “I came to ask you on a date.” The library had settled into its late-hour stillness. Most of the overhead lights had been extinguished, leaving only a handful of brass-shaded lamps burning overhead, their yellow glow casting long shadows across the reading tables and towering shelves. Dust hung faintly in the air, visible when Shane shifted beneath the light. The place smelled of old paper, leather bindings, and furniture polish. Shane sat alone at one of the long oak tables, collar loosened, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He scratched absently at the back of his neck as his eyes dragged over the same line of text for what felt like the hundredth time. The words refused to stick. His head throbbed faintly, and the wire frames of his spectacles pinched at his temples. The clock mounted high on the wall ticked loudly in the quiet. He let out a muted groan and dropped his forehead against the tabletop, careful not to knock his books over. “Now then,” came a voice from the aisle, firm but not unkind. “You know better than that, young man. No sleeping in the reading room.” Shane lifted his head and found the librarian approaching, a stern woman in sensible shoes pushing a cart stacked neatly with returned volumes. Her hair was pinned tight at the nape of her neck, her eyes sharp behind round lenses. “Sorry, ma’am,” Shane murmured, rubbing his face with both hands. There was no arguing it. He snapped his book shut, slid it into his satchel along with his notes, and cinched the strap tight. His studies could wait until morning. Tonight, his mind was finished. He shrugged into his dusty brown leather jacket, smoothing it down out of habit, then slung the satchel over his shoulder and made his way toward the heavy front doors. Outside, the cold greeted him sharply. Winter had settled in earnest, the air biting and dry as it rushed over his face. His nose stung immediately, cheeks flushing red as he exhaled into his cupped hands. The street was quiet, save for the distant hum of an automobile somewhere far off. He lingered beneath the stone archway, shifting on his feet to keep warm, before stepping out onto the path. A cloud of smoke drifted across his vision. He coughed softly and turned his head, squinting into the gloom. For a moment, he thought it was just shadow pooled against the building. Then he saw the ember. A bright orange glow flared briefly, illuminating a cigarette between pale fingers. Shane blinked and did a double take, turning fully now as the rest of the figure resolved itself under the lamplight. The man stood half-hidden near the wall, tall and broad-shouldered, coat collar turned up against the cold. Curly, light-colored hair fell loosely across his forehead. Even in the dim light, his skin appeared unnaturally pale. Shane felt suddenly aware of himself. Of the emptiness of the street. Of the late hour. The man was…handsome. A shiver ran down Shane’s spine. He gestured awkwardly toward the cigarette. “I don’t think you’re meant to smoke here,” he said, voice hesitant despite knowing full well he was right. “Oh?” The reply was smooth, accented, foreign in a way that made Shane’s shoulders tense. “There’s a notice,” Shane added, pointing toward the sign affixed near the entrance. He nodded once, lips pressed thin, and quickly walked off without waiting for a response. The following night arrived without ceremony. Shane found himself once again leaving the library late, satchel heavier this time with completed work. The path ahead was lit by tall streetlamps, their bulbs flickering softly as he walked beneath them. The cold crept through his coat, sharp and persistent. But it wasn’t the cold that made him uneasy. It was the feeling. That unmistakable prickle along his spine, the sense of being watched. Of footsteps that weren’t quite there. He told himself it was foolish, just nerves and imagination, but he didn’t turn around. Then a voice spoke from behind him. “Are you going to ignore me forever?" The words were smooth, carrying a thick Russian drawl that slid down his spine like ice. The sound of it echoed faintly in the open street. Shane yelped, nearly jumping out of his skin as he spun around, bag slipping off his shoulder. “What the fuck—?!” he shouted.
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Shane does a photoshoot for an athletic magazine. Ilya is not in fact okay about it.
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Feels So Good When You're In It (My Heart's On Fire) by Chaoticity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-02
This is exactly what Ilya needed. He couldn’t help himself, really. His boyfriend’s lithe, soft body was so malleable in his hands. The feeling of control surged through his core, but at the same time, a spark of something blinding white and beautiful raced through him even faster: reverence. OR: a somno Hollanov fic (everyone cheered)
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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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When Two Becomes Three (?) by orphan_account
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Shane Hollander has spent his entire life running from his designation and hoping that people wouldn't find out that he was an omega. Until Ilya Rozanov came along and showed him that it was okay to be an omega in the league. After all, he did win three cups as an omega captain of the Montreal Voyageurs. Now he is the Alternate Captain of the Ottawa Centaurs and has just completed a three-peat alongside his husband and their close friends, and is living as an omega who (thankfully) doesn't have to hide behind scent blockers anymore. He has everything a man could ever want. A loving spouse, a cute dog, two amazing parents, friends who would support you through anything, and a community of supportive allies. He has everything...except for a child. Will he be able to carry a child, or will the toll that hockey has taken on his body catch up to the thirty-four-year-old and prevent him from ever giving Ilya a mini-Hollonov to run around their house?
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