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Shane figures going on a run despite explicit orders from his doctors and his dom can't hurt. He finds out rather quickly that it really, really does.
- Part 2 of Heated Rears
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bite me babe (you make me love the pain) by subbyjeongguk
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
shane never thought he would get such a nice boyfriend, and he surely had never thought he would get one that would bite him and hurt him in a way that felt so good. or, ilya and shane explore more bdsm, specifically biting and spanking. (canon universe/post-cottage & episode 6, soft/hard dom ilya & sub space shane)
- Part 2 of shane & ilya vs bdsm!
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"Quiet, I'm trying to say something." Shane waits. Ilya says nothing, but taps the side of Shane's head, as if prompting. "Okay. Well. I think… I think I kind of liked it?" Ilya continues to not say anything for a long moment, and then he grabs Shane's face and peers down at him. "Did you get new concussion while I was not looking?" he asks, brow furrowed. The genuine concern in his eyes makes Shane bristle. "Did you not see glass and run into the window like dumb bird?" "Fuck off," Shane sighs, rolling his eyes. "I'm being serious." "So am I!" Ilya insists with real worry. "Either your old concussion is not gone and it is making you say things, or you got new concussion 'cause you liked it so much! And both is very bad!" Or; Shane discovers that he sometimes needs to get literally knocked out of his own head for some much needed peace and quiet. Ilya has never pulled his punches, and he doesn't intend to start now.
- Part 1 of KNOCKOUT!
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Shane and Ilya's wedding had been perfect. Maybe not in the literal sense, much to Shane's chagrin, but despite the forgotten first dance song and the constant happy tears welling up between them, neither would change the day for a thing. On a purely selfish note, though- Ilya wishes they'd kept more of the cake to themselves. / (Or, Ilya and Shane's vanilla wedding cake gets shared during some very not vanilla sex.)
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“Sub thing is your thing, Hollander,” Ilya reminds him. Slowly, Shane argues, “Actually, I don’t think it is. I mean, yeah, that part is my thing. But I think you like it, too.” “Always like sex with you.” “Not the sex. Or – yeah, of course it’s the sex too. But I think it’s for reasons other than just the sex.” A chuckle bubbles up out of Ilya, and it dislodges the lump in his throat just a little. “Always so many words and you make no sense.” Laughing too, Shane explains, “What I mean is, the whole being a dom, thing. I think it’s good for you, too, and not just because the sex is fun. I think it settles you, in the same way it settles me.” On the anniversary of his father's death Ilya is feeling unsteady; Shane has an idea.
- Part 3 of Ilya and Shane explore gentle BDSM!
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When Ilya says “Shane” instead of Hollander, something shifts in him. Panic hits fast and hard, and Shane’s first instinct is to run before the moment can turn into something real. Ilya doesn’t let him. “Don’t leave,” Ilya says. “Talk to me.” Panic and the emotional crash comes to him. Shane feels exposed, needy, and embarrassed by how much he wants to stay, but Ilya keeps him exactly where he is, grounding him. “You’re not going anywhere, da?” Held in place and forced to face what he’s feeling, Shane has the chance to finally ask for what he wants.
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Lily: Oh so you’re drinker now? Jane: I do drink, just not often. Lily: and why have I not seen before? Jane: Like I said, not often. Lily: You still come over tonight, I already decided what I the plan was and I do not change plans. Lily: Text me when you get in uber. Shane goes out for drinks with the team, and Ilya can’t wait to see what drunk Shane entails.
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If You're Down, Let Me Know by razor_rosary
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Shane has a bad day. Ilya helps him.
- Part 1 of hollanov domestic bdsm
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Because Ilya knew how Shane liked to be treated, and the Shane Hollander who dropped like a fucking rock from being denied in a filthy bathroom, even after begging for it with half the hockey world outside, would love dirty talk. Honestly, fuck his father, fuck homophobia, fuck English, and fuck his shitty brain from keeping them from having what Ilya was sure would be the best fucking sex of their lives. At the cottage, Ilya lets the most terrifying confession of his life slip when he tells Shane he loves him. On the bright side, now that Ilya's no longer afraid of blurting out his feelings during sex, this obviously meant he could step up his dirty talk beyond foreplay and muttered directions. But when Shane takes one of Ilya's commands literally and shuts down, they have to learn what they never had the safety to indulge in before this: honesty not only in how they fit together but what they choose to share.
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“What if I spank you?” Ilya suggested, entirely serious and far too nonchalant Shane nearly stopped breathing. “What?” “I spank you, get rid of guilt.” Or, Shane still feels guilty for lying to his parents about everything despite their talk going well. Ilya helps him through it by proposing an unexpected solution.
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you take me higher by vividblossom (drtymdbld)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-04
Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Ilya is struck by how lucky he is to be the first to see Hollander this way. Maybe he’s not the stereotypical Sub, but any Dom would fall over themselves if they knew just how sweet and yielding this body is. And; Shane learns how good Playing can be while Ilya learns how terrible of a thing jealousy is.
- Part 2 of OWNED (hollanov dom/sub-verse)
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my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it by amarastein
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Ilya quickly put two fingers in his mouth to shut him up, but Shane moaned even louder at the action. Unbeknownst to them, poor, young Luca Haas had stumbled out of the bathroom near them and almost yelped when he turned in their direction. Their teammates laughed at him all the way to the bar when he tried to recount what had him looking like a ghost. So here Shane was: delirious, hard, and pleasantly sucking Ilya’s fingers pumping in and out of his mouth against a club wall. 5 times Shane’s oral fixation gets him and Ilya in trouble +1 time it’s just for them. (Inspired by Husdon Williams’ explicit support for Shane’s oral fixation.)
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I Follow You, Even Into Your Dreams by Buyurei
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Shane’s body seems to sway, and his dick finds friction against Ilya’s body. Then, what Ilya can only describe as a miracle. Shane exhales, and speaks in his sleep. “Suhz, uhz… Anov…” Shane inhales deeply, and says “Ozanov… Nnng…” on the exhale. He whines through it. Ilya freezes. He can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Shane says Ilya’s name in his sleep. Ilya can't resist.
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5 times Ilya was rough with Shane, and 1 time he was so gentle, Shane didn’t know what to do with it.
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Rozanov's attention was always fleeting, never really guaranteed. Only resting on Shane for as long as he remained interesting. He could always find someone else. Someone less boring. The thrill and the danger of sneaking around had kept Rozanov around for as long as it did but now it seemed to have come to an end. And maybe it was better that way. OR: In which Shane goes into subdrop after Vegas and worries that Rozanov might have enough of their arrengement.
- Part 1 of My Heated Rivalry Headcanon
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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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“You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” “Hello.” “Hi, Hollander.” Shane runs his hand through his freshly washed, jet black hair, trying to appear confident. But he can’t help how fast his eyes fall to Ilya’s bare chest, unable to match his gaze. Ilya, always endeared by Shane’s antisocial nature, speaks gently, “You look pretty. Just for me, huh?” “No.” Shane cheeks flush, aware of how he’s being analyzed. “I had to take a shower after the game.” “Ah,“ Ilya takes a step, closing the space between them, “I see.” His own appearance reflects the late hour. Shirtless in low hanging sweats, as his messy blond curls round his head like a halo. Shane’s eyes remain down, crossing his arms over his chest. Ilya pauses, always able to sense Shane’s caution when they’re together. He inhales, upset with his own strong and stubborn nature. He can’t afford to lose Shane. Now inches away, Ilya's nose fills with Shane’s familiar clean, floral scent, seemingly perfect to him. They don’t speak anymore. Instead, Ilya raises his right arm, caressing Shane’s soft cheek with his callused fingers. The stale hotel air becomes lighter knowing what comes next. Ilya’s rough fingertips trace along Shane’s pouty lips, instinctively relaxing his jaw and allowing Ilya’s thumb to enter his warm mouth. He sucks it, taking his rival as he so often does. Intoxicated by the heaviness of Ilya's finger lying on top of his tongue. He pulls him in until his smooth lips wrap around his bony knuckle, then pulls back, closing his eyes in complete bliss. Shane hums, hollowing his cheeks, completely fixated on the soothing feel in his mouth. Ilya’s own lips part in a trance, mumbling approval in his native Russian. He admires how peaceful Shane looks with closed eyes. His long, dark lashes lying above his lightly freckled skin, like a doll. Ilya leans in, replacing his thumb with his plump lips. They share a sloppy kiss, spit collecting at the corner of their mouths. Tongues cross over top of one another, shamelessly moaning as they unite. Ilya eagerly digs under Shane’s shirt, pulling the fabric over his head. They can’t stay away for more than a few seconds, like magnets, their lips crash together once again. Ilya’s top lip overtakes Shane’s shallow mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside, relishing in his submission. Ilya speaks into Shane's open mouth, “I have something.” Shane tilts his head back, “Yeah?” “Yes. Something for us to try.” “Okay,” Shane hesitates, dread filling his chest, hating surprises. Ilya turns away and picks up a paper bag that’s been tucked behind a chair. He opens it and pulls out a meter of rope that could have been purchased at any hardware store. Shane's eyebrows come together, confused, “For you?” Ilya’s face grows wide, showing off all his crooked teeth. He laughs in Shane’s face, “Ha- no, no, no.” He walks towards him holding the rope between their bare torsos, “For you.” Shane gulps, intrigued but uneasy, “Um, okay yeah.” He hates how nervous he sounds. He’s not as experienced as his partner, still slightly fearful of Ilya’s unpredictable dominance. “You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” Shane’s suddenly being pushed backwards, landing fiercely onto the hard mattress. Ilya commands in his deep voice, “Arms up.” Shane obeys, revealing the dark hair in his pits beneath his sculpted triceps. Ilya sits on his chest, running the rough rope through his hands, stinging his palms. He grips Shane’s wrists together with one hand, keeping them in place. Shane whines from the sensitivity quickly finding its place around his thin skin. He watches Ilya’s face contort with concentration as he works above him. His chest rapidly rising and falling from anticipation. Shane wonders when Ilya learned how to do this, and how many other people have been below him, just waiting. Once his wrists are carefully tied together, Ilya extends the rope behind a rod of the bed’s headboard, trapping his arms above his head. Ilya mumbles under his breath, “Beautiful,” while moving off Shane's hard body. Shane automatically tries pulling his arms down, already uncomfortable in his position. The rope only rubs further against his wrists, a soreness quickly developing, keeping him motionless. He understands now, he’s stuck in a room with a feral animal, exposed and vulnerable to whatever it wants to do with him. Shane can only strain his neck forward to watch Ilya wander around the bed. The low light of the hotel room casts a deep shadow over Ilya's brow bone, blocking his eyes, only adding to Shane’s apprehension.
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Sometimes Shane can't understand what Ilya is saying. Can't figure out how to get the sound from his ears to whatever part of his brain can translate the sounds he can recognize as English. Sometimes it's easier when Ilya speaks Russian, when Shane knows he isn't expected to respond. It's nice. But Shane doesn't think there's anything better than Ilya singing to him, soft and sure.
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Shane’s head is too loud after the season ends and they don’t make the playoffs, so he tries to shut it up by pushing himself too far, too often, too hard. Ilya’s there to take care of him instead.
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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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