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“Ya tebya lyublyu…” Shane's heart skips a beat in his chest. Ilya’s lips kiss and kiss over and over but Shane can't stop thinking about where he's heard those words before. He's heard them in that soft, yearning tone, in a desperate, emotional frenzy— And then it clicks. Ilya has said them to him before, and he can pinpoint exactly when.
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On His Knees In Vegas by hunnybunny
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“I need—“ Shane cut himself off, trying to will himself to be brave and failing miserably. He had never been good at this part, asking for what he wanted when it came to the bedroom. And part of him didn’t want to have to ask. He wanted to be told what to do, and that was part of what made Ilya so appealing. “What?”, Ilya asked, raising a single eyebrow. “You know,” Shane gasped back, clenching his fist at the base of his dick. “Tell me,” Ilya replied, his tone leaving no room for an argument. It was a command, and the heat of it was burning inside Shane. Ilya wants Shane to ask. He wants him to beg. And when Shane doesn't, Ilya puts him on his knees. Or an incredibly self-indulgent smutty one-shot where Ilya's dominant streak shines, and Shane tries to grapple with why he loves taking orders.
- Part 1 of On His Knees
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Everywhere I Go, My Skin is Crawling by hollanoved (louislittletomlintum)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
"The hotel," Ilya repeated in a flat tone, cupping under Shane's jaw. "What hotel?" "Uh," Shane replied again, because he had no fucking clue. "I just need to not be here." "Hollander," Ilya said firmly, squeezing his chin. Shane melted, just a bit, but he tried to remain determined when he started to look for his shorts. Ilya's hand didn't allow for much movement though, his head unable to turn. "Shane, tell me now. Are you going into heat?" or the one where ilya calling shane by his first name sends him into heat
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It permeated his brain. The intoxicating smell of simple bar soap, laundry detergent, a hint of sweat, and Ilya. It was like a soft blanket surrounding his thoughts, cushioning them, slowing them down. He’d been so busy, so stressed, by both his life and his secrets. Everything was so complicated, so confusing, so anxiety-inducing, that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d truly been able to take a full inhale. So, as he knelt there, breathing, pressing into the man above him, Shane felt himself relax bit by bit, his anxieties and ruminating worries finally slipping away. -- Or, Shane learns that cockwarming quiets his brain.
- Part 1 of Hollanov
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Surrender, take my crucifix by DaughterofLegends
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-02
Prince Ilya of the Rozanov Empire and Shane Hollander, son of the First Minister of the Council of Vampire Hunters, have been playing a dangerous game ever since stumbling upon each other at an abandoned citadel bordering their lands several years ago. And maybe while the first few attempts to kill each other, as expected by their respective nations, were real, now . . . it looks less like attempts on each other's lives and a lot more like foreplay to earn Shane's submission. -- Sacrilegious and Kinky Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU (no spoilers) Happy ending!
- Part 1 of Fighting Puritanism, one smutty Hollanov AU at a time
- Part 1 of weep for the damned, for their love is sweet upon the tongue
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pretty blue streetlights and his brown eyes by byulelle
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
“Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering. And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go. “You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car. Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,” Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.
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Hollander is always a bit like that, in increments. He takes every loss personally – every missed shot, every empty netter, every failed pass. He could stand to get out of his head for a while. It would be good, Ilya thinks, for him to calm down. To sit and relax, maybe.
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so hot you’re hurting my feelings by dreamkillaz
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
"That's— that's not what I'm insinuating, Ilya…" he started, sighing disappointingly down the line, making it obvious that he was pinching the bridge of his nose to calm down his nerves, "It's just—" "It's just what, lyubimiy?" Ilya interjected, and if Shane didn't know any better, he'd think that Ilya was being condescending, but he did know better, and that it was simply just the Russian in him. God, if Shane didn't know that he had regretted learning russian, he would've right now. "You can tell me if you don't want me to do it, no problem." Or… Ilya gets signed to campaign for Calvin Klein, and Shane hates it. Until he doesn’t.
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“Listen to me, Hollander,” Ilya’s voice is commanding, intense. That same tone that he uses to make Shane turn liquid in his arms. “You are going to do exactly as I say—” Shane nods furiously, now desperate to get behind the privacy screen of the limousine. “We are going to get in the car together, you are going to put your filthy mouth to work, and I am going to use your throat to keep my cock hard until we get back to the hotel.” Shane makes the only echoing sound in the hallway: a pitchy whine that has Ilya’s cock throbbing. “When we arrive, we are going straight to my room. Understood?” Shane nods, but Ilya wants to test his teammate to see just how much he can push tonight. Ilya swallows. “Answer me, Hollander.” “Y—yes,” Shane rasps, quiet but determined as he looks at Ilya like he could break Shane in half and he would thank him. “Yes, Ilya.”
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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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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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Shane and Ilya get an extra day off because of snow
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Shane Hollander's heat came unexpectedly early. He begs Ilya to come and help him. Ilya does. The game that fateful day was a special dynamic one. Shane Hollander had his mind focused on one thing - winning. Well, maybe not only that. Because the presence of Ilya Rozanov was like a heavy bag on his shoulders, pressing him down and making it harder to focus. Every time they crossed paths on the ice, the heavy scent of the Russian man filled his nostrils, making him slip up with his game. "Focus, Hollander!" yelled his teammate, right when Shane's gaze locked on Ilya's back. He shook his head, trying to shake off the uncontrollable need to be close to the man on whose cock he had been stretched so many times. But the game was a more pressing matter now, and he needed to act like it. So he tried his best. His team was on a good path to victory, and he himself managed to score two goals in the three periods - even though his mind was in a completely different place. But then, he felt it. That hot chill, sweat pouring across his face, his stomach twisting - his heat was coming in a very short timeline, much quicker than it should be. He knew it shouldn't be happening. Just before the game, he checked his app for tracking his cycle, and it was supposed to come in three days, not today. Not now. That was enough to make him absolutely terrible, giving Boston a great opportunity to get an upper hand over them. Their rivals managed to win, with two more goals scored, the game ending and sealing Montreal's unfortunate fate. "What the fuck was that, man?! Why were you so distracted, for God's sake?!" His team was furious with him, but he couldn't afford to stay and argue with them. He knew he didn't have a lot of time, so he changed as fast as he could, and basically flew out of that locker room, rushing to get to his hotel room. When Shane managed to finally open the door with his shaky hands, he collapsed on the floor, his legs weak from the overwhelming feeling. He wanted to crawl out of his skin - he was that hot. He quickly tore off his clothes, leaving them scattered across the room's floor. Shane barely had the strength to crawl into his bed, but when he did, he collapsed on the soft hotel sheets, sighing with somewhat of a relief. He still very much felt like shit, like he was about to melt from the heat that surrounded him. If it stayed like this, he would manage it alone. But he knew his body too well - more was coming, and it would come in the most unexpected moment, making him so desperate to feel something inside him that he would do something he normally wouldn't - he's going to beg that motherfucker. Shane knew he should destroy his phone before he reached that state, because then, any restraint and shame would leave him, and he would indeed beg Rozanov to come and fuck him into oblivion. But he didn't have more time to debate on it, because the overwhelming feeling had come. He moaned, his ass arching in the air without his consent, his legs spreading, his instincts screaming for a knot. His hand reached for his phone, and he did what he shouldn't. Jane: 708. Now. Please. He wrote and collapsed on the sheets again. He shifted, turning on his back, his hand reaching for the aching hole that was now leaking slick like crazy. As soon as he touched it, his mouth opened, and a loud moan escaped his lips. His legs parted as far as possible to ease himhis access for pleasure that he needed so much at that moment. "Fuuuck... Rozanov, please..." Shane begged, his finger slipping inside, slowly stretching himself for what was hopefully going to come. He knew he'd need that stretching, his mind going back a few months when he last saw the massive cock of the Russian man. He wanted that nine inches like a lifeline, desperate for the feeling of being completely full with the warm cock, for the part when it swells even more, and seals them together. But Rozanov never gave him that satisfaction unfortunately, because, as he put it, 'I don't want to knock you up, Hollander'. But now, Shane wanted nothing more than exactly that. He wanted his belly to swell with the pup of his rival, to be caressed and cared for by the usually nonchalant man, to be loved. But, oh, his dreams were impossible, and he knew it. Shane added another finger, trying to reach where only Ilya could, and groaned with frustration when he failed. He arched his back, fucking himself with his fingers, trying to imagine Rozanov being the one on top of him, pressing him to the mattress, making him come one time after another. "Fuck, Ilya!" he cried out, not even noticing that he had used the name of the man. He was too deep in his fantasy to register the real Ilya walking through the door, closing it, and making sure it was locked. "Oh, fuck, fuck me harder, please! Rozanov, fuuck!" Rozanov rested his back on the door, enjoying the sight in front of him. As soon as he relaxed, smirking satisfied, the sweet smell hit him, making his nonchalant posture crumble, as his instincts screamed to go and put his knot in the omega on the bed. But he managed to contain himself, instead undressing, while Shane was still in his own fantasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... AHH, Rozanov!" Shane screamed out, as his cock shot out a thick stream of cum on his stomach, his arch deepening, his other hand curling deeply with the sheets. "I must say I enjoy show, Hollander," Ilya finally spoke up, revealing himself to Shane, who got scared so much that he almost jumped off the bed. "Oh, do not be shy now. You put me a great show, really." "Fuck, Rozanov!" Shane cursed, his face getting even redder than before from his heat. "Couldn't you announce yourself louder when you walked through the door? Must you be such an asshole?!" he complained, sitting up and covering his dick with his hands.
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muscles better and nerves more by bigtimesensuality
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
Ilya loved this part best. Not just the sex, though he would never pretend it hadn't been good, hadn't been exactly what Shane needed. What Ilya loved was this: the quiet after, the way Shane went soft and pliable once the sharp edges burned out of him. Once the anger drained away and left something warm and loose behind.
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Shane and Ilya have the day off, and for that day, Ilya has complete and utter free use of Shane.
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Ilya Rozanov is a single dad who's just trying to live his life and be the best dad he can. He never thought that love was for him until he has a chance encounter with pro hockey player Shane Hollander at a hotel bar in Vegas...
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waiting right here just to show you by broccolicheddarchicken
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-04-22
The picture he must've made in that moment: naked and tied up, on his knees, untouched and hard, with Ilya down his throat, drool all over him, staring up at Ilya through his lashes. He was glad he couldn't actually see himself, it would've been too much, but he had no doubt this was a mental image Ilya would be saving forever. Shane's been antsy all day, and Ilya proposes he spend some time on his knees to calm his nerves. Despite his better judgment, Shane agrees.
- Part 2 of kinky hollanov
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After six years of marriage, Shane and Ilya enter the next chapter of their life together... parenthood.
- Part 1 of Life After Hockey
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