21 – 40 of 70 Works in Spanking
- Spanking ×
-
pierce my two hands so you can see my devotion by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-03
5 times Ilya free uses Shane + 1 time Shane free uses Ilya
- Part 11 of off the ice (smutty hollanov one shots)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,788
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #82408991
-
take what i want (and i want you) by velvetkiwi
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-01
"I want to not be me for a while. I want to reach a point where my 'yes' doesn't matter because you’ve already decided for me." Shane Hollander is tired. Tired of the 'Golden Boy' mantle, tired of the Captain’s "C," and tired of being the one in control of every single detail. He doesn't just want a night off; he wants to be dismantled. He leaves the back door of his cottage unlocked as a silent invitation for a thief to take what he's no longer willing to carry. And Ilya Rozanov is more than happy to steal the one thing Shane has never been able to give up: his autonomy.
- Part 1 of My Strange Addiction
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 13,593
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #82088106
-
A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.
————
When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.
The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.
————
Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE
- Part 1 of Bellboy
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 63,639
- Chapters:
- 15/15
- Files:
- 3 versions
- AO3:
- #78253961
-
“Shane, why are you still under there?” “I’m stuck,” Shane said, committing fully now. The room fell silent for a beat and it was long enough that Shane almost pulled himself out right then and there out of sheer embarrassment. “You are stuck,” Ilya echoed. “Yes.” “Like last week.” Shane squeezed his eyes shut embarrassed about the whole situation. “I was not–” he started, then stopped himself. “That was different.” “You were under the coffee table,” Ilya said, stepping closer. “And also stuck.” —— Or the one where Shane wants to get stuck and fucked
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,517
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81948896
-
as if light were protective by flan (bitehard)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-14
Sneakers off, rope in his hands, he steps silently into Shane’s (their) room, avoiding any potential sound. The real problem is that this is a one-time thing. If he fails on the first leg of the plan, getting into Shane's room undiscovered, they will have a nice night anyway, but the surprise would be ruined because Ilya is almost sure that Shane doesn’t think it’s really going to happen. Shane is not aware of how far Ilya would go, so he has everything he could even dream about. Shane just has to ask, and Ilya would move the goddamned moon from its axis to get him happy. Even if that happiness involves him breaking and entering their home. or a home invasion cnc roleplay fic.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,380
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81125856
-
Restless For Your Touch by alex_q111
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-03
Ilya slithers a hand to the hollow of Shane’s throat, resting it there. “Everything?” he repeats. “Yes, sir.” or Shane and Ilya’s little date by a pool table turns into a heated collision of desire and control.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,904
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80522176
-
“You’ve been good boy so far,” Ilya spoke softly, staring right into Shane’s eyes, “And what do good boys get?”
Shane’s eyes left Ilya’s and traveled down his body until they were locked on the obvious bulge in Ilya’s joggers. “Good things,” Shane breathed, forcing his eyes back up to Ilya’s face.
—
Or, Shane has a rough day and Ilya gets him out of his head.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,109
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #80233256
-
The idea of going into his first heat at the great age of twenty years-old has never been something Shane Hollander has grappled with. Mostly because, up until the great age of twenty years-old, Shane was completely happy with his identity as a beta. Or; Shane’s omega presentation is triggered by the one and only Ilya Rozanov.
- Part 1 of undisclosed desires
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,217
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79631766
-
Alexa Rhodes @Alexa_Rhodes Big Bears fan btw ;) @TheIlyaRozanov Shane frowns. Alexa Rhodes. He’s heard the name before. The memory of a particularly obscene locker room chirp from J.J. suddenly flickers through his mind. Shane navigates to her account, and his stomach sinks when he sees the details of her profile. She’s a model signed with IMG, has 1.2 million followers, and looks exactly like the type of woman Ilya was often photographed exiting clubs with not that long ago. She is undeniably and painfully gorgeous — the type of person you see in the airport or grocery store and have to pause to admire. There’s a Russian flag emoji in her bio that seems to stare back at Shane tauntingly. Shane immediately decides that he hates her. Or, Ilya films a collaboration with Porsche and goes viral for being hot. Shane’s solution? Surprising Ilya with lingerie, naturally.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,687
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #79505746
-
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).
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 75,287
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77013786
-
Slip of the Tongue by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-27
One accidental word sends Shane spiraling, but Ilya knows exactly what Shane needs—and he’s going to make him ask for it properly.
or
Shane accidentally calls Ilya Dad and realizes he might have a daddy kink
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,844
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78441246
-
"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.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,293
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77866726
-
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.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,263
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77901041
-
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.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,088
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77796766
-
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.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,929
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77796241
-
handle with care by anincompletelist (soldouthaz)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-16
So he’s there in the hotel room, and Ilya Rozanov has him pushed up against the door, and he’s saying all sorts of filthy things that should send Shane running and instead very much make him want to drop to his knees, which is also a relatively new feeling—and he won’t quit grabbing Shane’s face. It's the first time Shane realizes it’s going to be something that irreparably alters him for anyone else. It feels like a betrayal, somehow, that this is happening on home soil.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,731
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77753526
-
“Hollander. Relax. So you lost one game,” Ilya said. “Big deal. Win next time.”
“It is a big deal,” Shane said. His hands were clenched tightly into fists. “It’s not just the game. You know I can’t afford to fuck up like this, not this close to playoffs. It’s a pretty big deal. Fuck. And it’s my fault. I wasn’t focused. I can play better than that, and I just… didn’t.”
“Okay, your fault, so what?” Ilya shrugged. “You think you should be punished for this?”- Part 2 of missing scenes
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 14,190
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #77211481
-
i wanna be your dog by maggie_1277
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
“Good puppy,” Ilya's voice was loud over the building cotton in Shane's head. He was kneeling between Ilyas's thighs, naked except for his collar and socks. Head resting on Ilya's clothed thigh. They'd been like this for an hour at least. Shane was too in his head after a game, and Ilya was trying to get him out of it.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,069
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77743066
-
After a crushing defeat on the rink, hockey star Shane Hollander clashes with airport security, ending up in a steamy interrogation with Officer Ilya Rozanov. A routine frisk turns into erotic punishment, with Shane submitting to spanks and deep, relentless fucking, which is the best he's ever had.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,787
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77570231
-
Shane has been struggling lately and Ilya notices. Ilya takes his worries away and reminds him who he belongs to.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,326
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77575241
- ← Previous
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- Next →