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Shane Hollander would probably rather die than admit to the world (or himself) that he’s a sub, because all respected NHL players are doms. When years of living a touch-starved, repressed, hockey-focused life finally catch up with him and cause a medical emergency, he’s not scared or sad. He’s fucking angry. And he becomes Ilya Rozanov’s problem at the Behavioral Education & Authority Relationships Services (B.E.A.R.S. for short).
Or: Shane is strong, stubborn, difficult and he bites. Ilya is extremely patient but instantly whipped. A not entirely typical bdsm AU.
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Too Close to Hide by Jennfarag29
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-10-18
Shane is hiding something that could end his career. Ilya is the kind of person who doesn’t stop until he finds it. What starts as rivalry turns into fixation. Because something about Shane doesn’t make sense, his control, his scent, the way he reacts. And Ilya doesn’t like unsolved patterns. He likes breaking them open. Even if it breaks Shane with it. Not instinct. Not luck. Not being an alpha. Control. So when he watches Shane play, he sees it immediately, something precise, something careful, something just out of reach. Something hidden. And Ilya has never been good at leaving things alone.
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You did not say last. Pilots did not say it. You said krainii, the furthest one. Then you came back, and there was another one after it.
The Long Game, Ilya, the plane, the messages, and the one he takes back.
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Ilya spent three successful years playing for the Raiders and avoiding his past. But going into his fourth season, Ilya hears that Hollander is keeping another rookie and all of the memories of his own rookie season come flooding back.
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livin' a teenage dream by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-08-15
"He does that every time, doesn't he?" Sasha asked, not taking his eyes off Shane. "Before you fuck him. He folds his clothes. Neat little piles. Like he's preparing for something important."
"Like he actually thinks he’ll be able to fucking go anywhere when I’m done with him," Ilya breathed.
"Well," Sasha said, stepping close again, his hand finding Shane's waist and pulled him against his front. Shane could feel the hard line of his cock pressed against him as Sasha hooked his chin over Shane’s shoulder to stare down Ilya. He groped Shane’s pec and leered, "Ilyusha, we will see if you do anything tonight won’t we?”or
35 year old Ilya Rozanov gets to live out 19 year old Ilya Rozanov's wet dream.
- Part 10 of A Formal Study of the Heart
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Shane swallowed hard. “This is such a bad idea.” “It is,” Ilya said. His hand came up, thumb settling beneath Shane’s jaw and tilting his face upward. The touch alone sent a shiver through him. “You are too young,” Ilya murmured. “You are going to get me into trouble.” Shane barely had time to breathe before Ilya leaned in. Shane Hollander has made a lot of mistakes in his life. Getting pregnant by a married Russian man twice his age is easily the worst one.
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Winners Room: The player who scores the game-winning goal in a championship game is given the opportunity to pick a player of the losing team for the night.
As far as Troy knows, no one has ever actually gone through with it. That is, until Cliff Marleau requests him — and Harris decides to call his bluff.
OR: Harris thinks Cliff is bluffing, Troy isn't so sure, and Cliff loves playing with them both.
- Part 3 of The Talented Mr. Marleau
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Love in a Time of Organized Crime by weiwei (ih8snakeu)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-22
Raised as the Yakuza's Wakagashira, Shane Hollander only knows discipline. The Bratva Pakhan's son, Ilya Rozanov, has only ever been feared. When their worlds converge, what begins as a rivalry becomes something far more dangerous: a secret, forbidden relationship forged in violence, restraint, and yearning neither of them should be allowed. In the criminal underworld, love is leverage, and survival means knowing when to hide the truth and when to pull the trigger. A mafia AU about their forbidden romance, rivalry, violence, and what it means to choose each other in spite of it all. Enemies by design. Lovers by choice. -prev. titled “The Yakuza Enforcer and the Bratva Prince”-
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The first time Ilya does it, Shane’s kind of distracted.
Ilya has a look on his face that’s far too solemn for the words he says. “There’s this short fucking hockey player…”
Shane’s not fucking short, and they both know that. But then Ilya is dissing his weak backhand, and they’re also having a serious conversation about feelings and marriage. It’s not important to point out the obvious error in what he said. So Shane, pretty generously he thinks, lets it go.
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Ilya and Shane are the same size. Ilya starts calling Shane short. Shane Reacts.
- Part 11 of all dwk heated rivalry fics
- Part 4 of heated rivalry social media fics
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“I think you don’t hate me as much as you want to. I think you’re curious about me. I think-” Ilya leans in, voice dropping even lower. “I think you watch my highlights. Late at night, when no one is looking.”
Shane Hollander is bred for greatness: son of a future Prime Minister, Canada’s golden boy, first overall pick. Ilya Rozanov is Russia’s answer: the President’s son, cocky and brilliant, everything Shane is supposed to beat.
Their rivalry begins at seventeen with an overtime goal and a blown kiss. It evolves in hotel rooms and stolen hours between games they’re supposed to hate each other through. For seven years, they hide what they are while the world watches them compete, until one catastrophic hit forces Ilya to make an impossible choice in front of twenty thousand people.
What starts as Cold War propaganda becomes something neither of them can control. And when you’re in love with your rival, winning and losing stop meaning what they used to.
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Shane Hollander works at a coffee shop, plays hockey, keeps his head down, and doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t need the answers to.
So when a new regular starts showing up—quiet, watchful, Russian-accented, and conducting invitation-only meetings in the back—Shane notices. When that same man takes an unsettling interest in Shane’s closing shifts, his routines, and his safety, Shane does what feels sensible: he adjusts his behavior and keeps his mouth shut.
Ilya Rozanov orders an Americano. He reads, but only in Russian. He worries when people work late alone.
They are operating with very different definitions of danger.
If he didn’t ask questions, he couldn’t be lied to.
The rules were simple.
1. Do not ask questions you don’t need the answer to.
2. Do not share personal information freely.
3. Do not be alone with Ilya Rozanov.
4. Do not give him a reason to think you’re afraid.- Part 1 of Private Meetings and Open Doors
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The command had sliced through him like a knife, and Shane had very nearly opened his mouth. It didn’t just paralyse his jaw, his entire body locked up, shock rippling through him. No matter how many comments were made, neither of them had ever been so evil as to order him so directly. Not since- But then Ilya Rozanov had tackled both of them to the ground, flinging his entire body weight at them, skates flying into the air. - AU where Shane just wants to play hockey but biology and shitty teammates make it nearly impossible. Ilya just wants to have some good competition on the ice. They make it work (eventually).
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Ilya wins MVP. Shane wears Ilya's gift to himself during the ceremony, driving him crazy with the filthiest mouth.
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Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.
Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.
Daddy
His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."
Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."
Shane blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again."
- Part 8 of Stolen Moments
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Scott Hunter gives long speeches by HollowedHypoxia
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-20
Ilya wears a plug during an awards ceremony. Shane doesn't warn him that it vibrates. They're both desperate by the end of the night. Ft. SubTop Ilya / Pathetic, Soft Dom Bottom Shane
- Part 1 of Bottoming every way but missionary
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Shane and Ilya have gone 20 days without, and Shane, along with his new battery-operated friend, is going to show Ilya just how much he missed him. ~~~ "Open." Shane opened his mouth and Ilya fed his cock back in, not gentle this time. He thrust forward and Shane gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat and took it, took everything Ilya gave him. "That's it," Ilya growled, fucking into his mouth with short, brutal strokes. "That's my good boy. Taking my cock so fucking well. Always take me exactly how I like it."
- Part 7 of Stolen Moments
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Shane Hollander finally gets the perfect job at Rozanov Enterprises as a personal assistant. What he didn’t account for, is becoming his boss’s—-Ilya Rozanov—-prey.
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The bus was just a run of the mill charter bus. Nothing special. No obnoxious Greek letters to indicate that- Well, fuck. “Mom,” Shane hissed suddenly, getting closer as she waved to bus full of frat boys. “You cannot be serious.” (Professor/college student AU with a side of frat boy Ilya)
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Ilya is fairly certain that you don’t accidentally walk in on your roommate half naked this often. Shane, for his part, seems completely uninterested in correcting that assumption. The semester has only just started and Rozanov has lost count of how many times hes walked in on Hollander getting dressed in their dorm room. Its becoming a bit of a problem. "Stop making this habit, Hollander," he groans and raises his hand to his eyes. But he allows himself a small gap between his fingers to get a look without his roommate noticing. Across the room, Hollander stands in a white towel and is frantically pushing clothes around on his bed to presumably find something to wear. He shifts and leans awkwardly, his towel opening to reveal a long stretch of muscled leg and the curve of Hollanders ass. "I swear, Im not," he says defensively. "You just have terrible timing." "Change in washroom. Like others," Rozanov mumbles. And he peeks again despite himself but immediately regrets it and snaps his fingers closed when he catches a quick glimpse of the dark hair between Hollander's thighs and the length of his soft cock. Feeling like being an asshole, and also maybe hoping to see more, Rozanov drops his hand and gives Hollander a once over. Hes blushing now and piling a shirt and pair of trousers into his arms. "You could just knock, like a normal person." "Is my room too, Hollander," he says, temper rising at the notion. "I know that, but still. Ease up, eh?" "Easel up, eh?" Rozanov mocks his accent back and makes his way over to his side of the room. Hollander just huffs and with a final survey of his bed, he finds a white pair of socks and makes a beeline for their shared washroom. "I'm going to get dressed in the washroom, now." “Good job, Hollander,” Rozanov calls after him. “Here is gold star for you.” When the sound of water starts in the bathroom, probably Hollander brushing his teeth or shaving his non existent facial hair, Ilya takes off his own hoodie. His fingers dig into the dark green material and he pulls it over his head and tosses it down onto the floor beside his bed. Next he tugs off his shirt, a simple t-shirt, white and featuring a Canadian band he liked as a kid, Billy Talent. Something he listened to a lot on his walkman, enjoying the way the English rolled around in his mind. He rubs his rough hands down the center of his torso, up and down the planes of skin and then he thinks... Maybe, perhaps, Hollander could do with a taste of his own medicine. Rozanov would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t imagined it before. Hollander flustered and pink, probably caught off guard. Hollander looking at him like that. The sight of him in a towel alone is enough to wind something tight and aching in Rozanov’s gut. If Hollander pushed--if he teased-- Preferably beneath him. The bathroom door opens. Hollander steps back into the room, fully dressed now, hair neatly combed. He stops short when he sees Rozanov shirtless on his bed. “Why are you undressed?” Hollander asks. “You just gave me shit about that. Like, two minutes ago.” He smells like mint and coconut and Rozanov hates that he knows that. Rozanov pulls his hand from his abdomen which has by now trailed far lower than he intended, "Is nothing. Leave me alone, Hollander." Brown eyes fall to where Ilyas hips sit in his jeans and he catches onto Hollanders eyes to let him know hes been caught. "Okay," is all he says, and settles into his bed. The next evening, Rozanov waits in their room. He knows that Hollander is supposed to be back from an extra hockey practise shortly. And he also knows that he'll be filled with adrenaline, his hair and skin damp with sweat. Thinking about it has him half hard in his trousers already. Eagerly, he shimmies out of them until theyre pooled around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt with trembling fingers. The shirt finds its way to the floor. In only his white boxers and socks, he sits up on the edge of his bed. From his nightstand, he takes out a magazine he keeps burried under a pile of nonsense school work.
- Part 7 of heated rivalry: explicit collection
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a blanket of freckles by Acinonyx1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-30
Ilya Rozanov is a 42 year old hockey player on the cusp of retirement. Shane Hollander is the fresh faced rookie he's fucking.
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Ilya steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “Sorry I took long. I had hockey practice.” “I know. Don’t worry about it. Please, have a seat.” Shane allows himself a small, private smile as Ilya approaches and drops into the chair in front of him. His hair looks slightly damp as runs a hand through it, a blond curl falling back over his eyes. Shane crosses his legs beneath the desk and swallows.“So," he mumbles, suddenly unsure how to begin. This is already harder than he thought it would be. "How are things looking this season?” Ilya shrugs. "Good. We fuck now?" “Ilya!” Shane blurts, yanking his glasses off and dropping them onto the desk with a clatter. So much for a night of roleplay. -- or where shane wants to try being more dominant, and ilya lets him think he'll allow it
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