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"Hollander..." The name came out strangled, broken. "Fuck. Fuck, I forgot—" Shane understood in the same instant, the absence of latex a shocking heat inside him. Christ. or - the boys forget to use condoms for the first time Pt2 - Ilya Rozanov does, in fact, own a belt
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Ilya tutted. “Uhm like Father Christmas- Santa Claus, yes? Only, on New Year. Old man visits home, walks through front door, and greets children with present. Less creepy than Santa Claus.” Shane furrowed his eyebrows. “You think Santa is creepy?” “Listen to song, Shane. He sees you when you’re sleeping- knows when you’re awake..” Ilya waved a hand and scrunched up his face as he gently leaned over to inspect the small Christmas village people. “He watches like some pervert.” Shane surprises Ilya by decorating for christmas....Shane gets railed....and Ilya makes the Hollander parents cry.
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Such a lovable lamb by DaughterofLegends
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-18
Two certainties defined Shane Hollander's life: he was falling in love with Ilya Rozanov, and he was keeping a career-ending secret. When Ilya discovers Shane's suppressants on the heels of seeing Shane injured during a game, fear makes them say things they both regret. Nine months later at the All-Star Game, accidentally running into Ilya in the hotel elevator triggers a breakthrough heat—forcing the two idiots to finally talk (and fuck). -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that diverges from canon right after Shane is injured in Chapter 21 (and episode 5) of Heated Rivalry. Happy ending!
- Part 1 of Lying to the NHL, but make it A/B/O
- Part 2 of Fighting Puritanism, one smutty Hollanov AU at a time
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“I always want to be fucking you,” Ilya continued as he pressed a finger deep into Shane. “It has taken over my brain. My life. When I am not with you, I am thinking of you.” He added another finger easily, pushing deep. “If I could have my way, you would never wear clothes again. You would simply recline on a throne of furs and softness, where I would fuck you at your leisure.” Or: Pregnant omega Shane is feeling insecure about his expanding body. Ilya will make him feel better.
- Part 2 of "Yes, sweetheart."
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and nothing's wrong when nothing's true by 2_infinity
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
The game had been long, and Shane Hollander had been a pain in the ass as usual. Not only because of his skill but also because he was distractingly pretty on the ice. These years somehow more so than when they had been Rookies. Or Ilya had just learned how to appreciate it, whatever that was supposed to mean. This newfound appreciation however didn’t help when he had to face off with Shane and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. Distracting Ilya immensely, his mind wandering off to what Shane could do with that tongue. Or the times when Ilya shoved Shane against the barricade and felt his rival’s body underneath his. Only to be reminded of all the times Ilya had gotten Shane underneath him without all that protective gear. --- They had been doing this for years by now. And by now they had a routine they stuck to. There was a city where their teams would play each other, there was a text and a suggestion for a place. Then they played the game and riled each other up. Afterwards, they met up in secret to fuck. That was what they did and what Ilya was used to. Until Ilya received a text after their hook up that disrupted their routine for the first time after years.
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dirty little secret by contrapposto
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
“Oh, Hollander,” Ilya sighed, cradling Shane’s face, thumbs gently stroking his freckled cheeks. “You are omega.” It wasn’t a question. Shane nodded pathetically, breathing heavily. “And you are in heat, yes?” One curious hand trailed down, squeezing hard. Biting back a moan at the slick pooling in his boxers, Shane nodded. “I forgot my suppressants,” he said, breathless. “I— I usually just take suppressants all season and then… deal with it myself the rest of the time. But I guess I forgot to pack them. I don’t know what to do.” --- Ilya helps Shane through an unexpected heat.
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i think he fell in love (he said he trust me with his life) by meltinggoose
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
Fuck, he would dose that scent if he could- lick it off of Shane’s lips and neck like good Russian vodka ---- Scott's words on the ice trigger Shane's first heat.
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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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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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“...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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Shane shuts down. Ilya handles it about as well as you’d expect.
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and all the rest are for you by syddd28
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-23
If you would have told Shane ten years ago that Ilya Rozanov would be cooking him his birthday breakfast that they ate outside on the porch of their shared house with their dog running around the backyard, Shane would have laughed out loud. And then he probably would have cried because it felt like such a pipe dream. or, a year after the events of The Long Game, Shane and Ilya spend their first birthdays together as a married couple
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That was how he found himself spread out on the bed in their house, naked except for Ilya's jersey. Shane could practically feel the weight of the last name on his shoulderblades, burning itself into his back like a brand. He'd forever be known as Ilya's. Just the thought of that made Shane so hard he could barely breathe, let alone think clearly. Shane: Are you coming home? Ilya: no Shane: But I have a surprise for you. Ilya: sex surprise? Shane: That depends on how fast you get home. or, Shane lets a long-time forbidden fantasy come true.
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I Could Love You 'Til All the Polaroids Fade by verbaepulchellae
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-10-14
“If I didn’t know better,” Ilya had drawled, mostly teasing, as Shane pressed adoring, apologetic kisses into his shoulder, after a hard night out a few months back. “I’d think you were embarrassed to be with me. A first for me. I will try not to let it wound my pride.” “You’re pride is fine,” Shane griped out of habit and then had nuzzled closer, held Ilya tighter because he hated that he could make Ilya feel that way. “I’m sorry. I know I do it. It’s hard for me after so long. I love you so much, it scares me shitless sometimes.” Shane's working on letting go of the control that's kept him and Ilya safe for the past ten years. The fact that he's Shane Hollander means that he's got a plan. The fact that he's with Ilya Rozanov means that plan involves fucking him stupid. And for once, Shane's kind of ready to be the one who drives Ilya out of his mind.
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What I imagine their first time without a condom was like. Because we've all thought about it. September 2018 The first time Shane and Ilya have sex without a condom is in Ottawa at Ilya’s new home. They both are about to report for the start of the new season, so Shane came to spend the last few days helping Ilya set up his new home. That night Shane’s parents came over for dinner, and Yuna fussed about what Ilya still needed, and David brought him a case of Coca Cola as a new home present. Everything felt nice and new and in a bubble still, like the cottage had followed them here. Ilya knew that would all change once the season started. It was strange because, in many ways, he had Shane for years at this point. But it felt like now he finally, really had him. And it was already time to let him go for a while. He didn’t realize he was grinding his molars until Shane was pressing up against him. “What are you thinking?” Ilya sighed heavily, sinking back into the couch and pulling Shane closer. “That for the first time in my life I do not want the season to start.” “Oh,” Shane looks slightly startled for a moment before he starts to get that anxious look that is somewhat endearing. “Is it because—well, do you regret coming to Ottawa?” Ilya’s confused for a moment before he realizes what Shane is asking: if he regrets signing with Ottawa to be closer; if he regrets them. Which is the most ridiculous thing he could think. “Is not that,” he traces a finger over Shane’s cheek, the smooth skin, the freckles that have been plaguing his dreams for a long time. “Is just…it was easier before to not see you in- between the times we were together because you were not really mine.” Shane’s features soften, and he lets out a shaky sigh of relief. “Now, will be harder I think.” Shane nods, turning his head to press a kiss to Ily’s open palm. “I think I’ve been yours for a long time now,” Shane admits quietly. In some ways, it’s a deeper admission than the first “I love you” they shared at the cabin. “And I want to um,” Shane cleared his throat nervously, cheeks flushing and eyes flitting down. “I want to really be yours.” Ilya tilted his face back up so that they could look at each other. “You are mine, Hollander.” He couldn’t wait any longer and pulled Shane more firmly into his lap, until the shorter man was straddling his thighs. Using the firm grip on his cheek, Ilya pulled him for a searing kiss. It was competitive but also intense and heated in a way that nearly took his breath away. He felt Shane moan, grinding his erection into Ilya’s stomach. He let his hands travel down Shane’s neck, the strong muscles of his back, until gripping his firm ass. Shane breathlessly breaks the kiss and blurts out, “I want you to fuck me without a condom.” Ilya freezes and a strange feeling swells inside him. He didn’t know it was possible to want Shane more than he already did. He isn’t sure his body can handle the surge of desire that washes over him—Shane’s request, cheeks pink with the admission, hips still slightly rocking against Ilya like he just can’t help it. “You want me to fuck you without a condom,” he repeats back and grips Shane’s ass a little tighter. Shane takes a deep breath, gnawing slightly on his lip before admitting, “I want you to come inside me.” They had vaguely talked about this, and after agreeing at the cabin to give this thing between them a shot, they both went and got tested once they were home. But it hadn’t been brought up again, and honestly, Ilya didn’t want to push it. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be able to fuck Shane Hollander, to see him at his most vulnerable, to be the one Shane trusted with that. He hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom since he was 16. For many years, he told himself it was because he didn’t want to risk a baby, but he can admit now that it probably was also because Shane was in the back of his mind. That he knew he could never put him at risk. Ilya’s been silent for a few moments, long enough for Shane to start to look nervous again. “We don’t have to,” he says quickly. “If you don’t want to—” Quickly, Ilya stands up, gripping Shane by the thighs, who lets out a yelp as he’s jostled in the air. “Ilya! Put me down.” With a smirk, Ilya makes his way to the bedroom. “Is fine. You weigh nothing.” That wasn’t true, but Ilya tries his hardest not to show the strain of carrying his boyfriend. “Besides, you love it.” Shane rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. In the bedroom, he deposits Shane on the bed before leaning over to capture his lips in a filthy kiss. Shane groans into his mouth, bracketing Ily’s hips with his knees, and grinding against him. Ilya puts his hands firmly on Shane’s hips, pinning him to the bed. “Go slow, or are you that eager to have me inside you?” “Fuck you.” “No, fuck you,” he trails his lips down the column of Shane’s neck. “Fuck you bare.” Shane gasps, arching up into him. “Yes, please.” He can’t stop touching Shane or kissing him as they undress, but Ilya keeps the pace purposefully slow. Partly because it drives Shane crazy and partly because he can. He can take his time with Shane Hollander.
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