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  1. The Wrong Prize by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-10-07

    Shane Hollander begins his NHL career unchallenged when Ilya Rozanov enters the KHL after World Juniors. One season of being allowed to terrorize the ice and the Winner’s Room is enough for Boston to drag Ilya out of Russia.

    What they had not accounted for in releasing a second generational talent into the league was that not all predators are solitary. Ilya may want to bring Hollander to his knees, but he wants to present the defeat of an inferior player to his feet first.

    He just has to convince Hollander to let him.

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  2. Between a Rock Climber and a Hard Place by

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    2026-08-04

    There, in an overhung area that had been initially blocked from view, was what could only be described as a Greek god in Adidas track pants and La Sportiva Solutions. The god was hanging off a purple sloper with his left arm, shaking out and chalking up casually with his right. Shane barely noticed himself taking a few steps forward as he squinted at the grade. V9. Shane watched as the climber matched his hands and then carefully rotated on his toe to dip his left hand back into the chalk bag swinging at his hips. A little puff of chalk exploded out onto the man’s bare lower back, an area Shane had been trying to ignore, as he always tried to ignore the muscled backs of the bros who tore off their shirt as soon as they got in the gym. His eyes drifted upward, taking in the impressive lats, flexing and glistening with a sheen of sweat, and all the way up to the tousled blonde hair...

    What the fuck. Was that…? Shane blanched as he realized that he recognized the climber. He wasn’t a Greek god at all. He was Russian. And not a god either, but that was besides the point. It was Ilya Rozanov, the top male youth boulderer in Russia, winner of last year’s IFSC Youth World Championship, where Shane had gotten 4th place.

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  3. Anything for the Birthday Boy by

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    2026-05-11

    shane: ok so ur an intruder and you sneak into my house while im sleeping on the night of my birthday and torture me sexually for hours ilya: shane- shane: and you fuck my mouth and cum in it then duct tape it shut so i have no choice but to swallow it

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  4. red ropes of fate by

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    2026-03-06

    "It starts with an auction at his mom’s charity. Shane’s eyes scan through the various pieces, and finally settle on a mannequin at the end of the row. The black felt is wrapped in layers of corded red rope. Layers and layers of intricate knots, lines doubling back on one another, building tessellating diamonds and swirls in luxuriously-soft silk. It cages the mannequin’s torso, running over nondescript lumps in its chest area, under its arms, and—Shane’s tongue darts out, moistening his dry lips—down around the androgynous pubic mound. A thought flashes through his mind. I wonder how that would feel on me. "

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  5. torsades de pointes by

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    2026-01-27

    "Yes, it is so hard having a very hot, very horny boyfriend,” Ilya bemoans. “I suffer so much. And now he wants me to tie him up and fuck him, how will I survive this?" Shane sighs. “Can you take this seriously?” “I am taking this very seriously,” Ilya says, completely unseriously. “My dick is getting sucked too often. I am constantly miserable." after taking a rope rescue course together, shane and ilya learn some new things about themselves.

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  6. total control by

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    2026-01-17

    “I can see your boner from here, you’re not hiding anything from me,” Shane huffed. “So… Now what?” “Now-,” Suddenly, the room spun as Ilya flipped Shane onto his stomach, which caused his back to arch at a drastic angle due to his legs being tied in such a way. He was on his knees with his cheek pressed into the pillows, and Shane let out a cross between a moan and a squeak of surprise when Ilya man-handled him, feeling his hands spreading his cheeks more than they already were given his extremely compromising position. “We enjoy ourselves. Or, I enjoy myself, and you lay there and take it like the good little slut I know you are.” ** OR: Ilya brings up the idea of bondage in the bedroom, and they both end up enjoying it much more than they initially imagined.

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  7. Peace of Mind in the Darkness by

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    2026-01-15

    Shane and Ilya have been dating for months, and while they do good putting on the show of rivalry, their performance is beginning to put too much stress on Shane. Ilya takes notice, and does everything within his power to ensure that his boyfriend doesn't have to worry about anything or think about anything except for the love and care that they share.

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  8. You Want to be Good, but You’re Begging Me to Cum by

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    2026-01-11

    Shane just wants to be fucked, but Ilya is playing hard-to-get. Shane watched Ilya in the mirror as he added weight to the bench press in his home gym. “Something wrong?” Ilya questioned as he continued to add more weight. “You’re definitely going to need a spotter,” Shane said as he continued his weighted squats. Ilya smiled brightly, “That is what my loving boyfriend is for, yes?” Shane blushed. He lived for moments like this. The Voyaguers played in Boston last night, and Shane got to spend the night. Even better, they had a few days off from practice, so he stayed behind in Boston. Ilya lay back on the bench and looked to Shane expectantly. He put down his weights and walked over to the bench. “I’d be much more willing to do this if my loving boyfriend, perhaps, wasn’t wearing a shirt?” “You would do it anyway,” Ilya rolled his eyes as he pulled off his shirt, “Pants too?” It was Shane’s turn to roll his eyes now, “I guess you can keep those on.” Shane spotted Ilya as he did an insane number of reps, only being occasionally distracted by the noises he made when exerting himself. Shane couldn’t help that his cock began to stiffen in his pants. He knew if Ilya noticed, he’d never hear the end of it. By the end of Ilya’s third set, Shane’s cock was fully erect, and his ass was slick. He knew Ilya could scent it, but when he got up, he just gave Shane a quick peck on the lips and started taking the weights off the bar. Shane was livid and felt rejected. Many times, Ilya had bent Shane over the gym equipment and fucked him from behind so they could both watch in the wall of mirrors. Either of the home gyms was honestly their favorite place to fuck because it meant they could both watch. Dumbfounded, Shane just stood, trying to hold himself together, while Ilya continued with the next exercise in his chest routine. “Don’t stop on my account, Hollander,” Ilya said as he began doing chest dips. He looked sinful, covered in sweat, muscles bulging, and the sounds he made were… it was all very distracting. Two could play at this game. Shane abandoned his leg day routine and transitioned to every exercise he could think of that would show off his pert ass. He went through a whole process of Romanian deadlifts, good mornings, weighted sumo squats, and goblet squats. Every ass-building exercise in his arsenal was put to use. Ilya didn’t seem to notice, and that pissed Shane off even more. He couldn’t take it anymore. Abruptly, he dropped the dumbbells he was working with and wiped them down, racking them. He quickly wiped down all of the other equipment he had used and headed upstairs. As he marched up the stairs, he held his breath waiting to hear Ilya’s following footsteps. He heard nothing. Ilya was usually so responsive to him. It’s not like Shane was in heat; he suppressed his heats during the season. He had only allowed his first heat to happen last summer when Ilya decided to extend his stay at the cottage after they came out to his parents. It was... intense. The doctors had warned him that suppressing his heats for so long, nearly 15 years, would make the first few more fierce and possibly more frequent. He couldn’t not suppress them, though, an omega in the NHL probably wouldn’t go over well. Especially since he was supposed to be the alpha of the Voyaguers as captain. Thinking about the time they spent together during his heat, Shane’s cock throbbed, and he felt so empty. He decided a cold shower would take care of his problem. He didn’t even want to jack off, not when Ilya could be—should be—taking care of him. Shane used the en suite bathroom, walking through Ilya’s bedroom to get there. He reminisced on the time Ilya had built him a nest when he had forgotten to take his suppressants before a game one time. The cold shower did nothing to pacify his arousal. When he turned the shower off and opened the door to grab his towel, he noticed Ilya standing in the doorway, naked. His arms were crossed, and he was still sweaty from working out. His cock was fully erect, pointing at Shane. A lock of golden brown curly hair fell in front of his eyes. He looked like a Greek fucking God. If there were a male Greek God of Fucking, it would be Ilya. Shane maintained eye contact with Ilya as he dried his body, slowly, sensually. When he was done, Ilya held his hand out to Shane. He immediately took it. Ilya walked them into the bedroom and pinned Shane against the wall. Their cocks rubbed together, and Shane moaned at the touch. Ilya took Shane’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze to meet his, “If you want me to fuck you, my sweet omega, all you have to do is ask nicely.” Shane’s cheeks blushed pink, and he nodded as he pulled Ilya’s lips down to his, pushing to his toes to compensate for his height. This kiss was different than the one they shared in the gym—it was hot and needy and messy and just so raw.

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  9. starburster by

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    2026-01-03

    “You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” “Hello.” “Hi, Hollander.” Shane runs his hand through his freshly washed, jet black hair, trying to appear confident. But he can’t help how fast his eyes fall to Ilya’s bare chest, unable to match his gaze. Ilya, always endeared by Shane’s antisocial nature, speaks gently, “You look pretty. Just for me, huh?” “No.” Shane cheeks flush, aware of how he’s being analyzed. “I had to take a shower after the game.” “Ah,“ Ilya takes a step, closing the space between them, “I see.” His own appearance reflects the late hour. Shirtless in low hanging sweats, as his messy blond curls round his head like a halo. Shane’s eyes remain down, crossing his arms over his chest. Ilya pauses, always able to sense Shane’s caution when they’re together. He inhales, upset with his own strong and stubborn nature. He can’t afford to lose Shane. Now inches away, Ilya's nose fills with Shane’s familiar clean, floral scent, seemingly perfect to him. They don’t speak anymore. Instead, Ilya raises his right arm, caressing Shane’s soft cheek with his callused fingers. The stale hotel air becomes lighter knowing what comes next. Ilya’s rough fingertips trace along Shane’s pouty lips, instinctively relaxing his jaw and allowing Ilya’s thumb to enter his warm mouth. He sucks it, taking his rival as he so often does. Intoxicated by the heaviness of Ilya's finger lying on top of his tongue. He pulls him in until his smooth lips wrap around his bony knuckle, then pulls back, closing his eyes in complete bliss. Shane hums, hollowing his cheeks, completely fixated on the soothing feel in his mouth. Ilya’s own lips part in a trance, mumbling approval in his native Russian. He admires how peaceful Shane looks with closed eyes. His long, dark lashes lying above his lightly freckled skin, like a doll. Ilya leans in, replacing his thumb with his plump lips. They share a sloppy kiss, spit collecting at the corner of their mouths. Tongues cross over top of one another, shamelessly moaning as they unite. Ilya eagerly digs under Shane’s shirt, pulling the fabric over his head. They can’t stay away for more than a few seconds, like magnets, their lips crash together once again. Ilya’s top lip overtakes Shane’s shallow mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside, relishing in his submission. Ilya speaks into Shane's open mouth, “I have something.” Shane tilts his head back, “Yeah?” “Yes. Something for us to try.” “Okay,” Shane hesitates, dread filling his chest, hating surprises. Ilya turns away and picks up a paper bag that’s been tucked behind a chair. He opens it and pulls out a meter of rope that could have been purchased at any hardware store. Shane's eyebrows come together, confused, “For you?” Ilya’s face grows wide, showing off all his crooked teeth. He laughs in Shane’s face, “Ha- no, no, no.” He walks towards him holding the rope between their bare torsos, “For you.” Shane gulps, intrigued but uneasy, “Um, okay yeah.” He hates how nervous he sounds. He’s not as experienced as his partner, still slightly fearful of Ilya’s unpredictable dominance. “You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” Shane’s suddenly being pushed backwards, landing fiercely onto the hard mattress. Ilya commands in his deep voice, “Arms up.” Shane obeys, revealing the dark hair in his pits beneath his sculpted triceps. Ilya sits on his chest, running the rough rope through his hands, stinging his palms. He grips Shane’s wrists together with one hand, keeping them in place. Shane whines from the sensitivity quickly finding its place around his thin skin. He watches Ilya’s face contort with concentration as he works above him. His chest rapidly rising and falling from anticipation. Shane wonders when Ilya learned how to do this, and how many other people have been below him, just waiting. Once his wrists are carefully tied together, Ilya extends the rope behind a rod of the bed’s headboard, trapping his arms above his head. Ilya mumbles under his breath, “Beautiful,” while moving off Shane's hard body. Shane automatically tries pulling his arms down, already uncomfortable in his position. The rope only rubs further against his wrists, a soreness quickly developing, keeping him motionless. He understands now, he’s stuck in a room with a feral animal, exposed and vulnerable to whatever it wants to do with him. Shane can only strain his neck forward to watch Ilya wander around the bed. The low light of the hotel room casts a deep shadow over Ilya's brow bone, blocking his eyes, only adding to Shane’s apprehension.

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  10. Surrender, take my crucifix by

    Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
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    2026-01-02

    Prince Ilya of the Rozanov Empire and Shane Hollander, son of the First Minister of the Council of Vampire Hunters, have been playing a dangerous game ever since stumbling upon each other at an abandoned citadel bordering their lands several years ago. And maybe while the first few attempts to kill each other, as expected by their respective nations, were real, now . . . it looks less like attempts on each other's lives and a lot more like foreplay to earn Shane's submission. -- Sacrilegious and Kinky Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU (no spoilers) Happy ending!

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  11. in the low light, you know i'd do anything for you by

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    2025-12-29

    Sometimes, the world gets a little too much for Shane Hollander. He gets tied up in knots. He skates and scores goals but doesn't score them right. And for a long time it was just that— a discomfort he couldn't pinpoint, a disconnect, where everything tilts and tilts and tilts and only he stays in place. For a long time, there was no place for Shane to rest—to forget—the way his body needed. For a long time, there was no Ilya Rozanov. Not like this. Not like now.

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  12. when a fire starts to burn by

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    2025-12-21

    "How long can you stay?" Shane asks when Ilya arrives at his building, slipping in the back door and racing up the stairs. It's always the question, now: how much time, how many hours can they steal, what can they get away with while the world is looking the other direction. When they reach the top Ilya looks Shane in the eye and says, "Long enough." Or, five times Shane comes first, and one time he doesn't.

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  13. waiting right here just to show you by

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    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.

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