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that sudden rush of the world by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-07-30
“This is just crazy,” J.J. said. “Give me that, Pike, I’ve got one he absolutely can’t pass.”
“Oh, so you’re saying it’s my fault?” Hayden asked.
“Skill issue.” J.J. paused. “Ok. Pedro Pascal.” His voice was smug.
A long silence stretched while Shane Hollander looked at the camera, seemingly deciding whether it was worth it to lie.
“No!” J.J. said, horrified.
“Pass… I—What?”
“The entire internet wants to fuck this man!”
“Okay?!” Shane Hollander said, throwing his arms out. “I don’t know what to tell you!”
“Jesus Christ, okay.” Hayden shuffled behind the camera. “Ilya Rozanov.”
A flush bloomed across Shane Hollander’s freckled face, intensifying so fast it looked like his face was on fire.
“Uhm.” He pressed his lips together before his shoulders dropped in resignation. “Smash.”
Or: A clip of Shane Hollander playing smash or pass goes viral and Ilya wants to eat him alive.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 18,707
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #89533436
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heated island by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-07-12
“I have a surprise for you all, if you’ve been good boys and girls.” Ariana gestured across the lawn, where pink X-shaped crosses now dotted the landscape. Handcuffs dangled from the top of each.
“Two, if we’re being technical. Islanders, please welcome our new bombshells! They will be giving you a very warm welcome. If you’re chosen, that is. Have fun…”Shane's wrists pulled against his restraints, heart thudding. A finger ran over his lips, shushing him. Then two hands appeared, tracing his body, warm and firm over his exposed skin. Shane panted, dizzy and delirious. Through the haze, he started smiling. He was straight. He was actually straight. Irrefutably hard as hell for some sexy new bombshell.
A hand traced Shane’s jaw, almost tender, and their hips pressed together again for just a moment. Shane’s mind stuttered, his own hardness meeting…something else.
Warm breath wafted into his ear. “I will give you some time to ah, calm down, yes?”
Shane jerked back, hitting his head against the cross with a loud curse.
The voice was Russian. Vaguely familiar. And unmistakably male.
~shane goes on love island. ilya enters as a bombshell. gay chaos ensures. ~
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- English
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- 149,416
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- 27/27
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #79398191
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The Birds and the Bees by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-03
“It won’t stop,” Shane said to the floor. His hands slid down and grabbed at his crotch, rubbing frantically over his boxers. “I can’t make it stop.”
They were still in the fucking hallway, and yes, it was six in the morning, but it was not private. Anyone could walk in, from their own apartments or the elevator. And Shane wasn’t exactly being quiet, gasping and groaning as he massaged himself. Viagra didn’t do this. It didn’t make you lose all sense of space, of boundaries, of… yourself.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t natural.
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The morning after Ilya watches Shane and Rose together at the club, he gets a call from Shane. Something is wrong, and Shane says Ilya is the only one who can fix it. Ilya knows it's a bad idea, but that's never stopped him before.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 35,848
- Chapters:
- 5/5
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #81196341
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The sound Shane makes now is not a whine or a whimper. It’s the sound of an omega. It’s the sound of an omega in distress.
“Did he just—” someone says from behind him.
“Shit, Marleau, did you just bitch Shane Hollander?”
--OR--
Shane gets hit hard enough to trigger a traumatic omegatisation, which sends an entire stadium of alphas into frenzy. Ilya needs to get him off the ice, away from the danger, and onto his knot.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 14,207
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #81001096
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The Ottawa Centaurs are just coming off of a cup win and Ilya and Shane are walking their first award show carpet together. Ilya helps calm Shane’s nerves beforehand, Shane takes Ilya by surprise during his glambot shoot, and somehow they both always end up meeting in the bathroom at these events.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,627
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #78566336
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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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- English
- Words:
- 34,902
- Chapters:
- 9/9
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77807416
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"Please," Shane moaned, moving his hips in a circular motion. "Please make me—" He was cut off when Ilya’s hand squeezed his throat, Shane’s head starting to rush sending pleasure in between his thighs. "What'd I tell you last time, Shane?" "That you make the rules." Shane whined. "That I make the rules," He repeated softly. "So you take what I give you with a 'thank you' and you don't ask for more." Days after the birthday dilemma, Shane was feeling a bit mischievous. He hadn’t had the birthday sex he wanted, his boyfriend was currently keeping him at arms length, and he was sure he could break through Ilya’s tough exterior. No matter how stubborn and unrelenting Ilya could be, Shane would always be one thousand times worse. Currently sitting at the dining table, Ilya had a book in his hands and glasses on his face— glasses that had Shane dreaming of very dirty things. Walking behind him, Shane wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What’re you doing?” “Reading.” “What’re you reading?” “A book.” A puff of air left Shane at Ilya’s dry tone, and a small smile lifted his lips when a plan to break him came to mind. Shifting his body just slightly, Shane slowly trailed his right hand down his boyfriend’s chest, making sure his fingers slid under the holes of his button down, his short nails slightly scratching at the skin before making their way to the top of his jeans. Unaffected—or trying to be—Ilya stayed silent, continuing to read. “Put that book down,” Shane said softly into Ilya’s ear, his teeth nipping at the shell of it. “I promise…I’m far more interesting.” “I doubt that.” Unwavering, Shane continued his torment. Using his left hand, he grabbed onto Ilya’s jaw, tilting it to the left so that his neck was exposed. It was rare that Shane took charge like this, often leaving it all up to Ilya to control. Shane was so independent in his life. His meals, his workout, his entire career was picked apart and planned to its last minute. So when he had sex—correction. When sex happened with Ilya, Shane would often let him take the lead, enjoying the ability to let go. To not have to think about what to do, how to react. He could just feel and take and be in the moment. Some would call this submissive, but Shane just viewed it as his lifestyle. Pressing a soft kiss behind his ear, Shane began trailing identical ones down, lining the column of his throat with open mouthed, hot kisses. Stopping at a particular spot he knew would work on Ilya, Shane began sucking the skin greedily, his other hand still rubbing his boyfriend’s chest, his fingers rifling up Ilya’s button down so it no longer tucked into his pants. “How about now?” Shane murmured. “Is that book still interesting?” It took a beat before Ilya could respond. When he did, his breath hitched just slightly in his throat but Shane immediately caught onto that, smirking against his skin. “Y-es.” “I see…” Shane said, feigning a sigh. “It’s too bad. I was going to let you sit in that chair all pretty while I did all the work. But if you’d still like to read…well, I guess I can’t stop you.” “Your hand is still on my dick.” “Is it?” Shane asked, pretending to be shocked. “Oh my—what’s that doing there?” It was even rarer that Shane could control their play for this long, usually Ilya would take the reins by now and press him against the nearest surface, fucking Shane stupid. Instead of removing his hand, however, Shane palmed the front of Ilya’s pants, feeling him grow harder with every touch. He smiled wide, exhilarated at the prospect that he was the one to make Ilya feel this way. A thud sounded before a hand had gripped Shane’s, pausing his movements on his dick. Shane, just slightly alarmed, looked down at his boyfriend to see that his book was gone from his hand and instead, his expression was replaced with something heeded. Something dark. Something that dug deep into Shane’s stomach, burning him from the inside out. Easily, Ilya had twisted his body and grabbed onto Shane’s waist, manhandling him so that he was standing in between his legs. A breath left Shane as he placed his hands on Ilya’s shoulders for stability, staring down into his boyfriend’s eyes. He watched him thoughtfully. Red dusted Ilya’s cheeks, his eyes glazed over deliciously, and his neck covered in hickey’s that left Shane feeling very satisfied. Instead of backing down, Shane took one hand off of Ilya’s shoulder, using it to grab his boyfriend’s jaw again and lift it up so that Ilya was forced into whatever position Shane wanted him to be in. Leaning down, Shane gently pulled off Ilya’s glasses, setting them on the table behind him before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,162
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- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #75796086