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Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? by goddammitgabey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Inside the layers upon layers of white tissue paper is a set of navy blue, lacy, lingerie. He can feel heat climbing up the back of his neck and up into his face and his ears. He scrambles for the phone and holds it back up to his ear. "Rose, what the fuck?!" he yelps. She cackles down the line. "Happy anniversary, baby!" "It's not my—it's January, Rose!" She continues to laugh, but it's not as infectious as it usually is. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Rose." OR: Rose Landry is a bad influence. Ilya could kiss her.
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Shane really just doesn’t want to have to think anymore. Ilya cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so is like that, hm?” “Like what?” Shane asked flatly as he hastily rolled his socks up and shoved them into his sneakers at the foot of the bed. “Needy.”
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Russian Science Wins by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-24
“Russians don’t blush, starshine.”
“And guys don’t squirt, Ilya.”
A snowboarding trip turns into a filthy, intimate challenge when Ilya decides to prove a point—repeatedly—in the most overwhelming ways possible.
- Part 4 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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Chewed Ends of Drawstrings by Written_Willis
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
When Shane’s mind gets too loud Ilya finds a way to quite it. And no, it’s not just because he’s fed up with finding the ends of his hoodie strings chewed.
- Part 1 of Oral Fixation
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how i remind u by vividblossom (dirtymudblood)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
After an injury takes Shane's memory, Ilya is left as the only one who remembers. [Ilya POV]
- Part 2 of how could i forget u?
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Lily: It is too dangerous to be alone with concussion. I will stay at your apartment like nurse. -- Shane goes to Montreal for the weekend during his concussion recovery. So does Ilya.
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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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Don't wanna wait on it by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Once Shane’s on the road, Ilya undoes his seatbelt causing Shane to react immediately. “What are you doing?” he asks as Ilya moves over the middle console and gets his hands on Shane. “Just relax,” Ilya tells him. He works quickly to undo Shane’s pants and get his half hard cock out of his pants. “Fuck,” Shane moans as Ilya wraps his hand around it. “Ilya, I’m driving.” OR Shane and Ilya go to the cottage for the weekend for Yuna & David's wedding anniversary party and Ilya gets a little impatient on the way there.
- Part 3 of In a world post TLG
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coming undone, sweetheart by lizee
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
“Hollander,” Ilya said, voice a low growl, “you, fuck, you smell so...why would you come here? Like this?” Ilya was gripping his arms and Shane nearly let out a whine at the contact. He almost forgot how much he craved touch, how good it felt to be touched by him. Almost. Fuck, Ilya smelled so good. He closed his eyes again and inhaled, resisting the urge to touch his forehead to Ilya’s. To strip right here and let everyone in this club watch as Ilya took him, fucked him right here when he’s wet and willing and wanting. “Like what?” he forced out, realizing he needed to give a response. “Like you’re in fucking heat, Hollander,” Ilya hissed through his teeth, pressing a hand into Shane’s chest and pushing him a little. Or, the club scene from episode 4 but omegaverse.
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Rozanov glanced at Shane's phone screen, reading the top notification. Then his mouth curved. “Duolingo, huh? So fucking boring, Hollander.” Shane’s face went hot. “Yeah,” he said. “Learning French.” Rozanov’s eyes snapped to his. The smirk deepened. “Bad liar, Hollander. You are fluent.” or - Ilya finds out that Shane has been learning Russian behind his back.
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“Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.” “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?” Hayden stops, so Shane does too. “You don’t know who that was?” Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.” “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. “He’s a porn star, man.” “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” --- Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.
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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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“Oh my god, Ilya.” Shane just about crashes into him, grabbing him by the shoulders and frantically looking him over. His nose is red from the cold, which Ilya finds really adorable. “Your lips are blue.”
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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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how u remind me by vividblossom (dirtymudblood)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-08
After an injury takes Shane's memory, Ilya is left as the only one who remembers.
- Part 1 of how could i forget u?
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A Study in Devotion by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-04
Shane, prickling with insecurity after seeing paparazzi photos of Ilya with an ex, tries to pick a fight. Ilya disarms him completely by sitting in an armchair and calmly ordering, “On your knees.” When Shane hesitates, Ilya adds, “You want to prove you’re better than a memory? Show me.” Or, Shane is jealous. Ilya is more than ready to fuck him out of it. Translated in Russian
- Part 3 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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“I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane. “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent. “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains. “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.” “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face. “Why?” “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.
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You take me to bliss (never felt a love like this) by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-29
Ilya kisses across his cheek down to his neck, licking up to his earlobe. Shane sucks in a breath at that. Ilya says hotly in his ear, “We should smoke it together, it would be fun.” Shane pulls back, looking into Ilya’s eyes. “You can’t be serious,” he says, that irritation creeping back into his voice. “Why not? Is just us— no one else around. It is not big, just few puffs,” Ilya tries convincing him, peppering his cheeks and jaw with soft kisses. OR Ilya and Shane smoke weed together for the first time one hot afternoon in June at the cottage.
- Part 1 of Hollanov Prompts
- Part 1 of In a world post TLG
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the things your lips won't say. by Skamtrash
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-28
shane gets jealous seeing ilya kiss someone else. when he confronts him in his hotel room, ilya shows him why there's no reason to be.
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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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