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Let me hear your body talk by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
Shane does a workout interview with Men's Health Magazine. When the video drops while he's out with Hayden, Ilya's at home watching it and having strong Feelings about it.
- Part 8 of In a world post TLG
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"You were missing goals because of this...secret." He thumbed over the lace at the thought. Shane tried to swallow the lump in his throat but this new form of humiliation with Ilya was arousing to him. Ilya's reaction was not judgment, just pure want. "Put them on." Or: Shane loses a bet with Hayden and has to wear lingerie during a game. Ilya finds them and is insistent that Shane try them on. Shane Hollander was a man, and men - at least in his mind - did not wear such garments. He glanced at himself in the mirror, clenching his jaw so tight that it hurt. The locker room was a sea of pre-game chatter - sticks tapping against the floor, laughter echoing off the walls, and a pungent scent of sweat-caked gear lingering in the air. But Shane paid no mind to any of that because he could not remove his thoughts from the humiliating secret hidden underneath his hockey gear. It was just a stupid bet really. Hayden Pike had been his friend and foe on the ice for years, playing with and against each other as they were passed from team to team. Their banter was playful and sharp, but at the end of the day they were still good friends. Although after tonight's game, Shane might have to reconsider. A few weeks ago, after Ottawa had pushed Montreal out of the play offs in over-time, Hayden cornered Shane outside of the dressing room. "You've gotten feisty Hollander," he grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bet you I can score more goals than you in the next match up." Shane, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the loss, shot back, "You're on. Loser does what exactly?" "Something embarrassing." Hayden grinned. "What like wearing woman's underwear during a game?" A question he would later regret asking. Hayden laughed in delight. "Perfect! Full game though, no backing out and no taking them off half way." Shane was certain he would win, but fate - or bad luck - would prove him otherwise. In their rematch, Hayden racked up one solid goal and a hat trick while Shane only managed an assist. A fact that otherwise would not have bothered him, but the bet was sealed. And now, Shane was wearing the black lacy panties Hayden had mailed him with a note: can't wait to see you squirm. What a dick. The fabric was soft, almost too soft. It hugged him in a way that felt foreign and intrusive. As he laced up his skates, he desperately tried to ignore how the lace rubbed against his skin with every movement. It was supposed to be a joke, just a humiliation tactic, but as he slipped on his jersey a strange heat crept up his neck. He shook it off, focusing on the game ahead. Tonight was crucial - this was his teams chance to earn their spot back in the play offs and Shane will be damned if he lets a silly bet get in the way. The team filed out to the ice for warm-ups and relished in the roar of the crowd. Shane glided onto the rink and relaxed a little when the cool air hit his lungs. He circled the net, firing pucks at the goalie, trying to find his rhythm. But every stride and pivot sent him a subtle reminder of what was hidden beneath his uniform. "Focus." he muttered to himself. Hayden was out there too, smirking as he stretched. Their eyes locked and Hayden winked. Shane vowed to give that man a taste of his own medicine tonight. The national anthem played, the puck dropped, and the game began. Shane won the opening face off and sent the puck back to his defenceman. He charged forward while stick-handling through the neutral zone. Ottawa's defense closed in and he passed to the wing man, but his mind wandered for a split second. The lace pressed against him as he accelerated. He thanked god that his helmet hid the blushing on his face. First period flew by in a blur. Shane assisted on a goal, bringing the score 1-1 but he couldn't shake off the awareness. Every time he sat on the bench to catch his breath, the fabric teased him. It wasn't painful, just constant. By intermission he was sweating more than usual and his heart pounded in his chest. The coach barked orders in the locker room, adjusting lines and replanning strategies. Shane could only half-heartedly pay attention. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought. This was supposed to be embarrassing...not arousing. He shifted in his seat and the lace shifted just right, sending blood to his groin. He stifled a whimper and prayed that none of the other guys had heard what did slip past his lips. During the second period the intensity grew. Ottawa scored on a power play to take the lead. Shane retaliated with a hard check to an opponent, the impact jarring through his body. But even the brute force of the collision couldn't drown out the thrill he felt from this secret. As he skated back to the bench he realized that the lace was now cradling his half hard cock in a devilishly pleasant way. "Hollander get your head in the game!" His lineman yelled as they set up for the next shift. Shane nodded, but he knew that would be an impossible task. He imagined Hayden knowing and pictured a smug look on his rivals face. that thought only heightened the sensation. During a penalty call, Shane looked over at Hayden who was trash talking another Mett. Hayden caught his eyes and his expression shifted. Fuck. Shane thought. He knows. The puck dropped and Shane exploded off the bench. He intercepted a pass and made a break away towards Ottawa's net. The crowd roared but all he could think about was the sliding of lace against his growing erection. He deked the goalie, slapping a shot that dinged off the post. Close, but not a goal. He circled around and huffed in frustration. How could a stupid pair of panties throw him off his game this badly? He would have never missed that shot otherwise! By midway of the second period, Shane was a mess. His plays were sharp but fueled by a bizarre adrenaline that had his sweating profusely. His thoughts were consumed and he liked it. God he liked it. And the make matters worse, he started thinking about Ilya...on his knees...kissing up Shane's thigh to- NOT NOW! He yelled at himself. Shane was all to aware of the sensations in his body now, and not just his arousal. The pressure of his skates on his feet, the weight of his helmet on his head. He wanted to rip his gear off and let someone have their way with him. He wanted Ilya. A whistle blew for icing and Shane lined up to face off with Pike.
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Just a tipsy Shane riling Ilya up, after having won his third Stanley cup, with the end goal of getting wrecked and Ilya obviously fulfilling his boyfriend's wishes. Rough sex from two very in love rivals.
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Shane has been so happy to be moulded by Ilya, pushed, pulled and prodded. He never really considered how easy and natural it has always felt because it has never felt otherwise. He likes it when Ilya guides him into doing what he wants: is happy to beg, to stave off an orgasm, to perform and show off for Ilya. Now? Shane wonders, what is the difference here? What is new about this? Shane looks at the love of his life and all the little things he keeps in his heart about Ilya. The tunnel vision clears somewhat, and Shane thinks, oh, he needs it, like how I need it. Ilya isn't just a happy participant in Shane's inherent submissiveness; he's actively seeking it OR Shane somehow doesn't realise that Ilya likes Shane's submissiveness because it makes him feel important etc. He catches on, and they have very sloppy sex about it.
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Shane is NOT having a good day, or a good game, but he eventually has a good night…
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In a Language You Don’t Speak by KatWrites_1
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-18
Ilya Rozanov was bad at feelings—and speaking English. Shane Hollander made him feel things he didn’t know how to say. So Ilya said them in Russian instead. The problem was, Hollander didn’t understand a word of it. And Ilya couldn’t decide if that was a good thing… or not.
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Lily: i can’t wait to fuck you Jane: Yeah, about that…I’m nervous, Ilya. Lily: don’t be. i will make it good for you. i promise Lily: you are not the first virgin i’ve taken Shane swallowed, licking over his lips and imagining Ilya’s beautiful fingers sliding over the keys when he wrote that text: You are not the first virgin I’ve taken. Shane tried to suppress the next thought—a thought that surprised even him: Hopefully I’ll be the last.
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Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov had been household names for years, yet the media still treated them like gladiators thrown into an arena for public entertainment. Hollywood had never manufactured a rivalry this blatant before—and of course they were the guinea pigs. The blueprint. The cautionary tale in the making. The money was obscene. The roles were constant. And the studios? They were practically frothing at the mouth. If Shane landed a blockbuster, Ilya was mysteriously cast in a competing one within days. Rival studios loved the drama, the headlines, the built‑in war. And if Ilya was favored to win at the box office against Shane, well then, who was Ilya to complain about it? Boring Canadian: Got to go BC: Text you later? Ilya: Okay Ilya: Don’t get hard thinking of me blowing you BC: Fuck you! Ilya: You’re hard, aren’t you? BC: … Ilya: My good little slut BC: TURNING OFF MY PHONE NOW!!!!!!!! ---- Or Shane and Ilya have a complicated work-life relationship, and it becomes so much more than either of them could have ever imagined.
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Ilya didn't know what came over himself but every instinct in his body told him to slap his boyfriends ass. So he did. It was casual, almost careless, but as the crack of the slap echoed across the lake, so did the moan from Shane's throat. or: Ilya slaps Shane's ass and Shane REALLY likes it. It was a crisp day in late August and the sun had already dipped behind the trees when the banter started. They were both lounging on the porch of Shane's cottage - Shane with his head in Ilya's lap, and Ilya sipping on a beer, wearing a shit-eating grin that said 'I'm winning this argument'. "You're so full of shit." Shane said with a lazy voice, eyes half shut. "You would have missed that last goal by a mile if my controller didn't disconnect." Ilya snorted. "Lyubimyy, just admit, I am the hockey video game master." Shane rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitched. "Keep dreaming Rozanov." They'd been at this for at least an hour - light jabs, who deserved the last chip in the bowl, who looked better in the team's new hoodie. The kind of sharp-edged flirting that had become their method of affection over the years. Ilya combed his fingers through Shane's hair. "You talk big game for someone who folded like wet napkin in the locker room with me last week." Shane snorted a laugh. "That was strategic retreat. Huge difference." He stands up to grab another beer from the cooler. "Oh Mr. Strategy." Ilya teased. "You are lucky I fell so generous tonight." Shane shook his head in defeat and grabbed the iron stoker and poked at the fire pit that had been spitting flankers. Ilya didn't know what came over himself but every instinct in his body told him to slap his boyfriends ass. So he did. It was casual, almost careless, but as the crack of the slap echoed across the lake, so did the moan from Shane's throat. They both froze and Shane's face turned a vibrant shade of red. Too ashamed to look back, he started off into the trees, white knuckling the bottle in his hand. "Don't." He muttered, but it sounded more like a plea than a command. Ilya tilted his head, studying Shane. The smirk he had now replaced by something sharp and hungry. "It did not sound like a 'don't' to me." Shane swallowed. "Ilya-" Another slap sent the stoker tumbling to the ground and elicited a different sound. This time it was a whimper - a small, helpless whimper. Ilya exhaled through his nose like he had been punched. "Fuck you are serious." Shane couldn't bring himself to answer. The tips of his ears burned and the tingle on his ass cheek left a dry feeling in his mouth. Ilya stood abruptly, not caring that his beer had tipped over into the grass. Shane turned to meet his eyes slowly, and they were hungry. "Bedroom." Ilya ordered. "Now." Shane walked ahead of him on shaking legs, acutely aware of every step he took and every time the fabric of his shorts moved against the sensitive skin on his ass. The bedroom door clicked behind them. Ilya didn't rush. He gently pushed Shane face-down onto the duvet, fully clothed, and climbed on top of him, bracketing Shane's thighs with his knees. One hand settled between Shane's shoulder blades to hold him in place, the other rubbed slow, methodical circles over the curve of his ass. "Are you going to tell me to stop?" Ilya asked, leaning low so that his breath tickled the other's ear. Shane shook his head and with a cracked voice he answered, "no." "Good." The first new spank came down hard enough to make Shane's entire body jolt. Heat bloomed instantly, sharp and bright. The second followed right after, then a third. Each one delivered just for Ilya to hear the sounds of pleasure escape involuntarily from Shane's lips. He paused at ten, hand smoothing over fabric like he was petting something precious. "Still good?" Shane nodded frantically, the duvet now damp from the stream of tears running from his eyes. His cock was painfully hard against the mattress and he could hardly help his hips rocking downward to relieve some of the tension. Ilya groaned in satisfaction. "Greedy Hollander." He shoved Shane's shirt up as far as he could and pulled down the lower garments just enough to expose Shane's ass. Ilya stood back for a moment to admire his work - one cheek as he had always seen it and the other bright red with the faint outline of his palm. He had decided in that moment that not even Da Vinci could paint something this beautiful. He kneaded a handful of the swollen flesh before cracking his hand down again. Ilya built a slow but firm rhythm, each swat turned into a deep ache that made Shane tremble. Every few strikes, Ilya would pause to knead again and, if curiosity peaked him, he would use his thumb to pull back the cheek just enough to watch his boyfriend's hole flutter. Shane was so fucking embarrassed but god did he want to keep going. "You like this," Ilya said with wonderment. "You really fucking like this." Shane could only nod and sniffle, now at a loss for words. When Ilya slid his hands between Shane's thighs to find him leaking and hard, he could only groan as if he were the one being spanked. He knelt to the floor and pulled Shane's hips out just a little. One hand wrapped around Shane's aching dick, the other resuming the spanking. Beads of pre-cum rolled down Ilya's hand and dripped onto the floor. Shane's thighs shook with each slap and the whimpers of wanting were no longer spaced out by silence. "Will you cum like this Hollander?" Ilya asked with intent. "I haven't even fucked you." Shane made a broken sounds that resembled a yes. "Then do it."Ilya insisted. "Let me see." It didn't take long after that. Ilya would guess maybe three more slaps before Shane came with a shuddering cry into the mattress. His hips jerked uncontrollably and cum gushed out onto Ilya's pants. The lingering heat on his ass amplified every pulse until he had nothing left to give. Ilya eased him through it, palm rubbing slowly over the sensitive skin. He certainly did a number on the poor guy. When Shane finally stopped trembling, Ilya leaned in to press a kiss into the back of his thigh. "I hope you don't like this rug too much. You made a mess." Ilya teased softly.
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Accidental Major in International Relations by wolliwillow
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-17
Shane Hollander shows up to university excited for another year of being the best at what he does. Unfortunately, the man who beat him at last year's World Prospect Cup is also there, and Ilya Rozanov hasn't gotten any less annoying. Or any worse at hockey. Now if only Shane could focus on the ice, and stop thinking about nice hands, pretty lips, and the sound of his name in a Russian accent. OR: They play together in college, and discoveries are made.
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total control by parrylarry
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
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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“I think I would like to know what a creampie tastes like here in Ottawa.”
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After Hours (My Moon, My Man) by Keullala
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-17
Shane Hollander knew three things for certain: He looked great in tailored suits, deadlines were negotiable if you were charming enough and Ilya Rozanov had never looked at him the way Shane wanted. But that was about to change. or, the office siren Shane x hot boss Ilya fic, in which Shane makes it his mission to get under his hot boss' skin by obnoxiously flirting with him and maybe -just maybe- it's working
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baby, put some faith in me (i want you to violate me) by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-17
The thing about sex with Ilya Rozanov is that Shane can’t chill out about it.
The predator that lurks under his skin is unable to settle, fighting endlessly against his hands, his touch, the feeling of his fingers curling at the nape of his neck. It's always a fight, even when Shane tries to be good, some sharp-tongued creature stirring in his chest, his instincts fired up and honed on the ice.
Ilya, he thinks, enjoys it.
OR: Shane's rut arrives. So does his bloodthirstiness. And, even worse, his honesty.
- Part 12 of heated rivalry masterlist
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Shane and Ilya are hunkering down at the cottage for the 2020 lockdown. They enjoy each other. (Shane throws his ass in a circle).
- Part 1 of Locked Down
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“Hollander? You are still here?” Rozanov called, breaking the TV static silence filling Shane’s head. He blinked. “Uh. Yeah, just leaving,” he answered, surprised by how steady his voice sounded. Good, that was good. He knew he couldn’t show Rozanov any weakness if he wanted to keep coming back. But did he want to come back if it made him feel like this? “Door is too heavy? Or I fuck you too good, you cannot move legs,” came Rozanov’s taunting response. Shane could practically see the tilted smirk on his face, cigarette smoke wafting around his freshly-showered curls. “Fuck off, Rozanov,” Shane muttered. _____________________ Or, I wrote something to add to the pile of subdrop!Shane in Vegas fics because legally by law I had to
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say you want me now by attxntionreadxr
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
It's perfectly reasonable to put on a suit to meet your rival/first time hookup. Based on a tweet I found, wondering what would happen if Shane hadn't realized how silly putting on a suit to meet Ilya would be. (Title: Magnolia by Meadowglade)
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“You want to be on top?” Ilya asks, sounding confused, which is fair because Shane hadn’t explained it very well. “You want to fuck me?”
Shane shakes his head, and then frowns. “No. Well, not no, but that’s not what I mean. I want to… well.” He takes a breath. He has to just come out and say it. “I kind of want to….. Ride you while you’re tied up.” He says it all at once, very quickly. “While being in charge.”
Shane wants to try out being in charge.
- Part 1 of Kink at the Cottage (hollanov oneshots)
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to hold in loving attention by yolkinthejump
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-15
Their time at Shane's cottage allows for Shane to consider, explore, and accept, his comfort needs. Unsurprisingly, Ilya is willing to let Shane put his mouth wherever he wants, and sometimes Ilya anticipates and reads Shane so well that it just about breaks Shane in half. Oh, the mortifying ordeal of being Shane Hollander! Luckily, Ilya is there to put him back together. Shane's oral fixation as a sort of character study.
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If he didn’t hate him enough before, he surely did now. The two were posing for a campaign. As captains of the two most beloved NHL teams, the two were more than happy to oblige. Well, their coaches at least. Calvin Klein. Out of all the brands they could had chosen. Fortunately for them, they had wanted to sponsor their new campaign. Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. Do you have your calvin’s on? or- the hudcon gq magazine but if it was hollanov sprinkled with the vegas scene
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