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Shane stilled and his hand gripped the phone in it so tight his knuckles turned white. It didn't hurt. Not even a little, but Shane still felt it. More than he should have. His body quickly heated up and a feeling in his stomach bubbled up too fast he almost felt nauseous. His thoughts however made him feel even more sick. He wanted Ilya to do it again. or Shane finds out he liked it a little too much when Ilya slapped him on the phone call.
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think back to what you said and I turn red, I'm turning red Or: Ilya makes a request of Shane, and by fulfilling it, he learns something new about himself.
- Part 1 of guilty pleasure
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you'll never know if you never try by cityofdownwardspirals
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
“Have you ever considered that he might be… I don’t know, into you?” Shane almost spat out his beer in response, but ended up choking instead. He went into a coughing fit, catching Rozanov’s attention, who threw a glance and a smirk his way. Shane replied to that reaction with a scowl. This is just fucking great, isn't it? “What the fuck, Rose? He-He's not even gay!” he hissed. “You don't know that! And, sometimes, you two look at each other in a way that makes me unsure whether you wanna kiss or kill the other. We all know you’ve tried the second option a few times. Have you tried the first?” OR Rose's favorite hobby is playing matchmaker for Shane. However, Shane didn't expect her to try to set him up with Ilya Rozanov of all people. Things between them are... complicated. Much more complicated than Rose even knows.
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"I have been thinking." Shane lifts his head off the pillow only as much as necessary to turn his face toward Ilya. Ilya continues to trace nonsensical lines and shapes on Shane's bare back, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. "Hmm?" "I have been thinking. I think I will retire at end of season." Shane and Ilya are turning 40. Things are changing. Shane's not handling it well.
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Shane adjusted his tie for the third time, his skin prickling with awareness of the toy nestled deep inside him. Shane's muscles tensed under his shirt, his reactive nature making him hyper-aware of the remote tucked in Ilya's pocket. Ilya leaned close as he passed, his breath warm against Shane's ear. “Behave,” Shane's voice cracks. "I-I'm fine, just a h-headache." The lie burns in his throat as he forces a smile, his hand trembling against the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at Hayden. Completely unaware of the hand climbing Shane’s inner thigh, fingers pressing into the tender flesh just below his groin. Shane's pulse hammers against his collar as sweat beads at his hairline. Shane's adam' s apple lurches violently. He can feel Ilya's smirk burning into his profile without looking. He bites down on his tongue, tasting copper. Ilya's presence sears into his left side, while his other hand makes a show of adjusting something in his pocket. The vibrations suddenly intensify, sending a violent shudder through Shane's core. His vision blurs at the edges. Shooting electricity up his spine. His knuckles go white against the leather seat. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as Ilya's grip becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh through the soft black material. Leaning in, hot breath scorching Shane's ear: " Get yourself together, Hollander," each syllable dripping with that Russian growl that makes Shane pathetically weak. Fucking. Sadistic. Asshole. And all because of one goddamn bet. Only two hours earlier he was in the comfort of his own home. Steam billows from the bathroom as the door swings open. Ilya emerges, towel riding dangerously low on sharp hip bones, droplets racing down the planes of his chest and disappearing beneath the white terry cloth. Shane's fingers trace the edges of a small brown parcel on the kitchen counter. Ilya Rozanov, the label reads in neat block letters. Below that: Shane's address, his apartment number. Ilya freezes mid-step. The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "This showed up today." Shane lifts the box slightly. "Your name. My place." Ilya's bare feet pad across the hardwood. He plucks the package from Shane's grip with long fingers, his knuckles brushing Shane's palm. "Mine," he says, placing it on the far edge of the counter, just beyond Shane's reach. "So I don't get to see what's inside?" Ilya reaches for a pair of grey joggers draped over the arm of the couch, pulling them on with a fluid motion. "It's for you, actually." Shane's stomach flips. The NHL26 loading screen bathes their faces in blue light as they sink into the sofa, controllers in hand. Shane's eyes dart to the kitchen every thirty seconds. The box sits there, taunting him. His birthday was ages ago, their anniversary wasn’t for another couple months, Today is... nothing. His player skates past the puck. Again. The controller vibrates with another missed opportunity. Ilya's score climbs: 3-0, 5-0, 7-0.
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Ilya Rozanov burned, until the moment Shane Hollander’s body hit the ice. Shane’s accident scares Ilya in ways he didn’t think possible, and he’s forced to confront just how deeply in love he really is.
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Five times Shane and Ilya got off thinking about each other, and one time they didn't have to.
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softer, harder, inbetween by seekingthepearl
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Shane’s fingers worked at the straps of his gloves before he could stop them. They hit the ice with a dull thud, and Ilya turned. “Well,” Ilya said, voice low, almost pleased. “Why the fuck not.” Shane loses his temper and gets physical with Ilya on the ice, risking the perfect reputation he’s worked so hard to maintain.
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everything was icy and blue by railmedaddy
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Two hockey bros accidentally book the same cabin for Christmas, oh my.
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“So, now what?” Ilya asks from beside him. “We go home, eat maybe another eight burgers and we fuck?” “You’re so poetic.” Shane rolls his eyes, but he can’t help his smile. Ilya shrugs. “Is poetry, yes.” “What is?” "Us." _________________________________________ Shane and Ilya return home to the cottage after meeting with Shane's parents. (And yes, they fuck)
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because of his oral fixation, shane constantly wants ilyas dick in his mouth, by any means necessary
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his name on my body by starblushed
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane grinned at the shocked gasp, turning his head over his shoulder. Rozanov’s jaw had dropped open, more flustered than Shane had ever seen him, beautiful in the low lights of the hotel room. It gave Shane the confidence to stretch his arms up, the #81 Boston jersey hiking up to expose his ass, back turned to Rozanov. He smiled, tilting his head, “You like it?” After Boston wins the Stanley Cup, Shane wears something belonging to Ilya. Years later, when they're married, Ilya wears something belonging to Shane.
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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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Happy Holidays = Happy Endings by FuryRed
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-25
When Ilya agrees to accompany Shane on a weekend trip to his parents’ house Shane is overjoyed. It’s their first Christmas together, and Shane is determined to make it special. Ilya, on the other hand, is determined to defile Shane in his childhood bedroom. And anywhere else he can have him. “You can’t be serious.” Seeing Shane like this is probably Ilya’s favourite thing. Hollander is laid out beneath him, his face hot and flushed, his cock hard and pressed up against Ilya’s own as Ilya lays between his legs. Ilya can feel the heat of his body even through the layers of clothing between them- layers he would very much like to remove. But the sullen look on Shane’s face tells him this is not likely to be an easy task. “We’re in my parents’ house,” Shane huffs, squirming in a way that does nothing to deter Ilya’s intentions. They have been at Yuna and David’s home for only around thirty minutes now. After greeting Shane’s parents Ilya has followed Shane up to his bedroom under the guise of getting settled in. Well, it is not so much a guise on Shane’s part- after entering the room Shane really does start to unpack, taking one neatly folded item of clothing after another out of his suitcase and putting them away in equally neat drawers. There is really only so long Ilya can stand it before he is striding over to Shane, practically performing a full body tackle as he shoves Shane onto the bed and pins him down. Ilya smiles wickedly as he leans over Shane, admiring how the pink glow of Shane’s skin makes the freckles adorning his cheeks even more prominent. Shane’s wrists are pinned by each of Ilya’s large hands, the full weight of Ilya’s body pressing him into the mattress. Ilya knows that Shane could probably free himself if he really wanted to. The fact that he doesn’t try to escape, along with how fucking hard he is, tells Ilya that Shane’s protests are not entirely sincere. “What is problem?” Ilya says, feigning ignorance. “Your parents know we are together, I don’t think you will need to come out to them again.” “The problem, Ilya, is they’re fucking downstairs.” “That’s fine, soon we will be fucking upstairs.” “Oh god,” Shane exclaims, pulling a face and squirming some more. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Ilya’s grin only grows wider. “Seriously, Ilya- we can’t do this here. This is my childhood bedroom for fucks sake.” “Mm, I know. Is making me hot thinking about it. Hockey superstar Shane Hollander’s teenage bedroom, wow...” Ilya leans closer, pressing his mouth to the sensitive skin just below Shane’s ear. He kisses and then licks the spot, murmuring happily as Shane groans in response. “Ilya...” Shane hisses, sounding pained as well as desperately aroused. He squirms again, sending shivers running through Ilya’s body. There is nothing sweeter than hearing Shane say his name. Ilya continues to kiss and lick and bite at Shane’s neck and jawline to make him say it some more, before attempting to steal a kiss. “We can’t...” Shane murmurs, pulling away. His pupils are so dilated it’s like his eyes are pure black; dark, liquid pools of desire that Ilya cannot help but drown in. “We are here for whole weekend, Shane. I don’t think I can go so long without fucking you.” “You know we can’t do that, Ilya.” “So you’re not even going to kiss me?” Ilya asks, suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from Shane’s lips. The idea of not kissing him for two days is suddenly unbearable. “Oh, so that’s all you want- just a kiss?” Shane replies, clearly not believing a word of it. “Of course. Just one, simple, very innocent kiss.” “And you have to lie on top of me to do that?” “I find it helps, yes.” Shane smiles, and Ilya’s heart swells at the sight. It has only been a few months that they have been like this- able to enjoy each moment together freely, without either of them having to pretend this is less than it really is. In some ways it still feels completely novel and new, and Ilya can’t help but drink in every second, knowing this is what he wants for the rest of his life. Shane continues to regard Ilya fondly for some time. When he tries to move again Ilya lets him, loosening his hold on Shane’s wrists, enabling Shane to reach up to gently cup Ilya’s face before sliding his fingers into Ilya’s hair. “We have to behave...” Shane says, prompting Ilya to pull a face. Shane smiles wider, tugging lightly on Ilya’s hair as he adds: “But I promise if you’re good then I’ll make it up to you the next time we’re alone together.” “I am always good,” Ilya replies, resulting in a laugh from Shane. When Shane finally lifts his head to place a soft kiss to Ilya’s lips it is all that is needed to have Ilya nodding his agreement after they part, knowing he will do anything Shane asks. Of course, Ilya knows that part of the fun in agreeing to Shane’s rules is seeing just how far he can bend them... “You’re unbelievable...”
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It used to worry Shane. In the early days of their heated rivalry, where the line between fucking and frenemies had started to get shaky and blurred, he used to lie awake at night wondering what Ilya saw in him. If he used to lurk in the murky depths of online gossip columns to read about Boston Raiders Captain Ilya Rozanov’s latest speculated flings with supermodels and upcoming song writing prodigies; well, that information was between him and his internet cookies and that’s where it was going to stay. It was hard not to compare himself though. All of Ilya’s previous known partners (and there were many of them) were tall, razor thin and packing a stunning pair of perfectly round elevated breasts. Shane has none of these qualities. He’s not particularly tall - at least by the standards of ice hockey players - he’s stocky, and he is pretty positive that he does not possess a rack. And yet. And yet, Ilya cannot seem to keep his hands away from Shane’s chest. __ Shane notices Ilya's obsession with his chest. He decides to go along for the ride.
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The knock at his door comes about five minutes after Shane gets home, three minutes after Shane pees on the stupid sticks, one minute after Shane looks at the fucking pink plus signs, and about thirty seconds after tears spring to his eyes. Shane Hollander, professional hockey player and captain of the Montreal Metros, has a bun in the fucking oven. Or Shane and Ilya's enemies-with-benefits arrangement has some unintended consequences.
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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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These past two games were hard on Shane; he was tired, he was a little hurt, and he missed his fucking boyfriend. But maybe said boyfriend was closer than he thought. Or Shane is a little overwhelmed, and Ilya is a big softy.
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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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The look in Ilya’s eyes was undeniable. They had spent years dancing around each other, denying and pushing and turning away, but Shane was tired of it. He was tired of hiding, tired of pretending he only wanted Ilya in the dark, in hotel rooms and rushed nights and stolen moments. Maybe it was the heat talking, or maybe it was his exhausted heart giving way under the pressure of Ilya’s warm eyes. Shane invites Ilya to the cottage to share his first heat together, and repressed feelings bubble to the surface. Can be read as a standalone!
- Part 2 of HARD (hollanov omegaverse)
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