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so you can sharpen your axe by KhloeKayHenstridge
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Unfortunately for them, Shane and Ilya are at the cottage on a winter night and there is no wood left for the fire. Fortunately for Shane, Ilya has decided to take matters into his own hands and that means wood-chopping, shirtless. He cannot be blamed for what happens afterwards, he's just a man, after all.
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‘You are so greedy for me, princess.’ Shane’s eyes flicked open immediately. ‘What?’ he asked, shock clear in his voice. Or— Ilya wants to make Shane blush.
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The bellboy scene was glazed over way too quickly. What if we held space for that? check tags pls
- Part 1 of HR Porn (with a little plot)
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"I want to eat you out." Shane's gaze narrows in confusion. "But … I don't have…" Ilya's thumb brushes over his hole. Once. Twice. When it clicks, Shane groans. "Ilya, that's gross," he says, hand coming up to cover his blush. Ilya grabs his arm, wrenches it away from his face. "No, you just showered. You are telling me you don't wash your ass? Shane Hollander doesn't wash his ass?"
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of human bondage by blossominribcage
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Ilya’s brother gives him a call to congratulate him on his wedding. He might need some reassurance from Shane after he’s unwise enough to take it.
- Part 6 of ilya and shane’s silly adventures
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“I thought we were fighting,” Ilya shrugged, tapping the pads of his fingers on the countertop he was leaning against. “Thought maybe it was fun, new foreplay.” Shane laughed, probably because he knew it had a hint of truth to it, “Maybe in your gross fantasies, Rozanov.” or Ilya and Shane get into a Hockey fight, it results in a steamy night for the two.
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Shane’s birthday was coming up in a few days and the schedule worked out so they both had the same day off to celebrate a little early. Ilya was going to fly up to spend his 18 hours of freedom with Shane. So when Ilya called two weeks ago and asked what Shane wanted, the only good answer was “You.” Ilya responded with his typical sarcasm, “No. What do you want for present? I want to watch your eyes sparkle as you unwrap present.” Shane’s only thought was back to being pinned down at the cottage, “Well remember this summer when you had me pinned underneath you, and we had like the best sex ever. I guess I just want that again. I know it’s not really a present. But I haven’t seen you in so long, and I miss you.” “I miss you too. Thanks for idea.”
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Shane getting his back blown out while wearing his boyfriends jersey, send tweet.
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“Shh, shh. Do not scream.” Ilya's pretty, piquant face was inches from his own. “It's just me.” Just him? Just Ilya fucking Romanov, in his apartment, in his room, in his bed. While Shane had a dildo up his ass and his cock in his hand. Oh god. Oh god oh god. This couldn't be happening. Shane forgot he gave Ilya an extra key to his apartment. Ilya walks in on something interesting. It was a cold night in February, and Shane was alone in his apartment while the rest of his team was out celebrating their win over Boston. Shane should have been out with them, drinking his ginger-ale while everyone else ordered pitchers. He'd told Hayden that he wasn't feeling well after the game, that he wanted to make sure he didn't get worse and mess up their next match against the Admirals. Shane didn't like lying. He was bad at it. And it seemed like he was doing it an awful lot lately. It was snowing outside, fat white flakes filling the window and sticking to the glass in pretty crystalline patterns. Shane opened the curtains to peer out over the wintry scene. The last night had been clear and beautiful, and he'd been looking out at the stars over a mop of golden curls before his eyes had drifted closed. Tonight, there were no stars, only grey swirling clouds. And somewhere up there in that dark slate sky, Ilya was flying home to Boston. A lump sat heavy in Shane's chest like he'd swallowed a rock. What was Ilya doing? Looking out through the window at the city lights below and wondering which ones shone from Shane's apartment? Was he reclined in his seat with his earbuds in, his blue eyes all dreamy and relaxed, thinking of nothing at all? Or was he thinking of his Russian girlfriend and the life that Shane knew nearly nothing about? Shane turned away from the window and shook himself. Get it together, Hollander. This is just embarrassing. Pining like an angsty teenager. Ilya would laugh at him if he knew. Ilya looked beautiful when he laughed. Well, to be fair, he looked beautiful all the damn time. Especially when he was in Shane's bed, naked and shameless, looking at Shane with a smirk like he wanted to just eat him up. Between his legs, Shane's cock twitched. Jesus, that was embarrassing. Was that all it took to get him going? Shane took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It didn't help slow his racing heart. God, it just never stopped, did it? He couldn't get away from it. From him. Somehow Ilya found a way to worm himself into his head, even when he was nowhere in sight. He took up space in Shane's head the same way he took up space in any room he was in, larger than life, his presence commanding. That roguish face, those messy curls, the shapely mouth that could flash a charming smile one moment and a challenging snarl the next. The easy way he asked for what he wanted from Shane - or demanded it. And god, how good it felt to give it to him. His phone buzzed from the table. Shane sighed. Probably Hayden again, asking if he was feeling better. Shane considered saying yes, and that he would come by the bar shortly. It would be a welcome reprieve. A distraction. Wasn't that just what he needed? The hot, heavy weight between his legs pulsed again, insistent. He couldn't ignore it. Shane set his phone to Do Not Disturb without looking at who had called. He couldn't handle talking to anyone right now. Not like this. He stood there foolishly, staring out the window with his cock tenting his pants, thinking about pretty blue eyes and chiseled abs, about the moles that dotted Ilya's back, how his gold chain bounced on his collarbones as he fucked Shane into the mattress... Maybe what he just needed to get Ilya out of his system. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't wind up counting down the days 'til the playoffs, haunting the calendar and waiting, yearning. Shane took off his clothes, slow and meticulous as always, starting with his shirt and ending with his socks and underwear and making sure everything was tucked neatly into the laundry hamper. Naked, he made his way into the bathroom and took the little box of Kleenex from the shelf over the sink and brought it out next to the bed. Next to it he put his bottle of lube, the good one with the pump top because Ilya didn't like the one that had to pop open. This ritual complete, Shane threw back the covers and rolled into the soft fresh-pressed sheets, so cool against his flushed skin. At the first stroke of his slicked hand, Shane's eyes closed. The tension left his body in a slow warm wave, like sinking into a hot bath. He started slow, pushing his hips up into his palm and sliding his thumb over the wet tip. His free hand drifted absently across his chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples and thinking about Ilya kissing his way down his chest. So sensitive, Hollander. So easy. Shane's hand worked faster up and down his shaft, his breath coming in short punched-out gasps. Sweat prickled at his brow. Better, this was better, but it was not enough. It wasn't what he really needed, what his body craved. Frustration coiled in his stomach like a fist. “Fuck,” he said, and got up from the bed. He wiped his lubed hand on a towel and went rummaging in his closet for what was hidden in the very back in a box wrapped in a hoodie, like he was afraid someone would break into his apartment for the sole purpose of snooping. What colour? Rozanov had demanded. What colour, Hollander? This one was blue. He hadn't told Rozanov. The silicone was cool at first but warmed quickly at the touch of Shane's hand. The texture wasn't as smooth as the first toy he'd gotten – that one had been plain, unrealistic, as though Shane could ignore what it was supposed to be imitating, like that would somehow make any difference at all. This one had thick raised veins, a defined head, and an upward curve that promised to find and massage that incredible little spot inside him that Ilya always found with an easy crook of his fingers.
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It’s Ilya Rozanov’s first Christmas with the Hollander family as Shane’s boyfriend. Between festive fluff, stolen kisses, and a spicy mischief right in front of Elf on the Shelf (omg scandalous), Ilya realizes he’s never felt this much at home before. AKA Lots of fluff, a little smut (including some light spanking for Shane), and then fluff again :P
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“Shane Hollander,” Ilya gasped, faux-aghast. “You are wet. Wet like pussy.” Shane flushed and tried to squirm out of Rozanov’s grasp, to no avail. “S’just sweat,” he murmured. “It’s just fucking… hot in here.” Ilya’s strong grip tightened, vice-like, around Shane’s hip. His grin curled into something cruel, something bright and sparkling. “Is not hot. You are bad liar. Take it off.”
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Shane is in love with Matt. They're in love and it's fine. It's better than fine really, Shane loves just about everything about Matt and he loves all of Matt's friends. Except for the big tall Russian one that wont stop staring at him like he knows something Shane doesn't. Like he's waiting for Shane to snap. Like he's begging Shane to do something. And Shane won’t, obviously. Because Ilya is the type of man to reel you in and the leave you high and dry. Leave you looking for pieces of him in every new person that you meet, leave you looking for signs you didn't just make the whole thing up, like some wild fantasy that was born of monotony. Oh, and he fact he has a boyfriend who he loves. A lot. It isn't monotonous. Its love.
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JJ slips an arm over his shoulders then, knocking Shane off centre. “Why do you look so serious?,” he pokes at Shane’s side. Because I have a tramp stamp that says my ass is property of the other team’s captain, is not something Shane can say out loud, so he just goes with, “Raiders home game, you know? Feeling the pressure.” JJ nods seriously, “yes, lots riding on this. Rozanov is just ahead of you in goals this season, yes?” “For now,” Shane mutters. “You will not let him finish first,” JJ declares, clapping him on the back when they reach their locker room. He never does, Shane thinks. / Shane gets drunk, and gets a tattoo. Ilya gets turned on.
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Nowhere to go but on (together) by DaughterofLegends, ticiakitty
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2025-12-23
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov both need one thing to live their dreams of playing for the NHL: a mating bite. Shane's an omega, and the League doesn't allow unmated omegas to play hockey. Ilya's a Russian alpha, who needs a mate to get a U.S. visa. Their slightly harebrained solution? Bite each other, and let the unfinished bond fade. After five years of stupid texts, awkward heat-care packages, and dancing around their feelings, the bond still hasn't faded and ignoring it has become impossible—something's got to give. -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that very loosely follows canon. Happy ending!
- Part 2 of Lying to the NHL, but make it A/B/O
- Part 4 of Fighting Puritanism, one smutty Hollanov AU at a time
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Strip It Down by inexplicablymine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Ilya can’t believe his eyes. There is a huge twenty-foot-tall photo of his— of Shane Hollander in a pair of Calvin Klein briefs giving the camera his “come fuck me” look. Or, Shane does a Calvin Klein campaign, Ilya has feelings about it.
- Part 1 of #MyCalvins
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yeshche odin by EverythingsAvengers
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Jane: Did I do something wrong? Please, Shane thinks, blinking rapidly. Tell me so I won’t do it again. (Or: the one where Shane drops and Ilya does something about it.)
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"No," Ilya said, when Shane took a first step in his direction. "You are dog. You have to… what's the word? Walk with four legs." "Crawl?" Shane choked out, feeling his cheeks turn beet red. "Yes, that. Crawl." or, when Ilya gets Shane a dog collar, what can Shane do but prove he's a good boy?
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It's all winter here, even in August by thecrowtit
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
"биполярное расстройство." Shane was quiet for a moment, ticking through the words he had learned and picked up over the years. As Ilya suspected, this was not one of them. Inevitably he asked, "what does it mean?" It was Ilya's turn to be quiet. Or a continuation of Ilya getting mental health treatment after the Long Game ends that nobody asked for and him coming to terms with being diagnosed with bipolar 2.
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A Little Bit Harder Now by toasted_kit26
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
“I know, I know. They’re so bad for me and I didn’t even bring them. Fuck my diet. Ugh, I’m just-“ “Hollander, is weed brownies,” Ilya said, jaw agape. “Haas brought them. Is special brownies.” * A stressed Shane Hollander tucks into some brownies at a party, unaware that they have an added ingredient. His boyfriend is not prepared for his reaction, nor is anyone else.
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Shane didn’t tell his parents until the lease was already signed. “Oh, by the way,” he said, shoving a spearing of carbonara into his mouth, “the guy I’m rooming with is an alpha.” Yuna was scrolling through Facebook, so it took a moment for her to register what Shane had said. His father, however, furrowed his brows and frowned. “What?” David leaned forward, hand reaching toward his son as if to pull him off a cliff. “Why in the world would you room with an alpha?” Yuna’s eyes darted up. “What?” David repeated, “He just said he’s—” “Rooming with an alpha, yes, I heard.” Yuna unceremoniously dropped her phone on the table. She made a quick scan of the restaurant before speaking, as if worried someone would overhear that her unmated omega son had agreed to live alone with an alpha. Shane loved his parents, he did. He loved having an alpha mother and a beta father, and he knew they adored him back. But it didn’t change the fact that they sometimes let their biases seep through. “That’s not safe, Shane.” ///// Shane meets his scent-kryptonite in the form of Ilya Rozanov.
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