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torsades de pointes by blongblong
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-27
"Yes, it is so hard having a very hot, very horny boyfriend,” Ilya bemoans. “I suffer so much. And now he wants me to tie him up and fuck him, how will I survive this?" Shane sighs. “Can you take this seriously?” “I am taking this very seriously,” Ilya says, completely unseriously. “My dick is getting sucked too often. I am constantly miserable." after taking a rope rescue course together, shane and ilya learn some new things about themselves.
- Part 3 of return of spontaneous circulation
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Snow and Saskatchewan by LadyElspeth
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-25
Oh no, Shane thought. Oh God. No. Ignoring his clammy palms, he scanned the tiny hotel room, wondering where he could even lay his bag. Then, after a breathtaking second, he forced his eyes to meet Rozanov’s. With a mischievous smirk, Rozanov was sitting casually on the only bed, arm draped over the pillows—including the pillow that Shane had to sleep on. And Rozanov’s muscular chest and arms were on full, shameless display. Shane might just die. “So,” Rozanov said, “you and me, we sleep together?” Or: Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov were stuck in the same hotel room in Saskatchewan after the International Prospect Cup ended—and there was only one bed.
- Part 12 of Hollanov
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walk him like a dog (or a wolf) by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-25
alternate universe where it’s ‘i’m coming to the cottage’ but make it feral werewolf shifter Ilya trying to court an oblivious Shane.
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Shane trying to enjoy a relaxing time at the cottage only to discover a hot naked man in his living room, instead of the wolf he had previously put there.
now translated in russian here!
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wait for the signal (i'll meet you after dark) by crxssfxdxd_stxrs
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-24
Shane Hollander’s guilty pleasure during the off-season is reading surprisingly dark romance books. Ilya's guilty pleasure during the off-season is giving Shane anything he asks for. Even if that includes chasing Shane through the woods at dusk while wearing his motorcycle helmet.
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Ilya pulled back, gasping. His lower face was glistening wet in the dim light. He stared at the pulsing source between Shane’s legs with utter rapture. “You squirt,” he breathed, awestruck. “I did not even finger you yet, and you squirt for me.” He gave a breathless, giddy laugh. (or, Shane gets cursed with a pussy) Tag to be covered: Shane Hollander Has a Vagina
- Part 4 of Crashing out over Hollanov
- Part 1 of Hollanov Buys (Etsy) Curses
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Shane punishes himself after the Voyageurs lose a game. Ilya saves him from himself. Shane liked to punish himself. He liked order. Rules. And when all of his strategic planning didn’t go his way, he punished himself. It was the only way to repent. It was one of the rules. Tonight, the Voyageurs had lost. Shane was the Captain, so it was his fault. Another reason for his punishments was Shane’s reaction to things that were out of his control or did not go according to plan. He tended to spiral, which also made him angry at himself. He should be able to handle things like a normal person, by bending instead of breaking. However, he’s never been like that, as far back as he can remember. Tonight, after his subsequent spiral after the game, his punishment is a cold shower. A freezing shower. He sits in the bottom of the walk-in shower at the Montreal apartment building he rents out, the one he usually meets with Ilya at. He didn’t deserve to go back to his real home. He’s been sitting here for a while, staring at nothing and letting the cold pellets of water pelt him over and over. He can barely feel it anymore. “Hollander. Shane.” A voice says. Shane looks over, through the glass door. Oh. Ilya is here. The shower door opens and he reaches in, then recoils when the water hits his arm. “Hollander, this water is freezing!” Ilya looks horrified. He hurriedly turns the handle to off and cups Shane’s cheek. “Why are you in freezing shower?” His palm is big and warm, and Shane doesn’t deserve it. However, he’s also not quite present enough to resist. He also hasn’t found his words quite yet. They’re locked up tight somewhere between his brain and his mouth. Ilya’s hand smoothes his soaked, chilly hair back. “How long have you been here?” He asks. Shane doesn’t answer, he can’t. Ilya pulls him up gently by his elbows and tugs him out of the shower. Shane can’t be bothered to be embarrassed by his nakedness, besides, they’ve seen each other nude and in compromising positions many times by now. A fluffy towel is grabbed off the hook on the wall and wrapped around Shane. Then a smaller one is used to scrub his hair. Ilya wraps his arms around him after, pulling him tight into his chest even though he’s still wet and freezing. Shane shivers violently against him. “Is okay. Is okay now.” Ilya murmurs. He pulls Shane out into the bedroom gently by the hand. Sits him down. Takes the spare clothes out of the closet and dresses him in them with care. Socks. Boxer briefs. Sweatpants. A plain t-shirt and then a hoodie. Shane doesn’t think he deserves any of it. He’s not sure if he finished his punishment sufficiently. Ilya kneels back down in front of him and rests careful palms on his knees. “Hollander.” Shane looks at him. “You should not ever do that again.” Ilya doesn’t understand that he has to. He gets up and Shane can hear him moving around the kitchen. He stays put, staring down at his socks. Ilya returns with a blender bottle filled with water and one of Shane’s electrolyte packets. He shakes it overzealously and then hands it to Shane. “Drink.” Shane drinks it diligently. He doesn’t want to disappoint Ilya more than he already has. He’s already been so bad today, he can do something right.
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if at first you don't suck seed by smugrobotics
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-22
...try, try again. Or: Shane Hollander won't be outdone. One way or another, he's going to learn to deepthroat.
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Shane waits for Ilya’s arm to curl around his waist, for the familiar weight of his body to press in close and ground him again.
Except it never comes.
He was gone. Ilya left.
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Hayden knows something is wrong the moment Shane lets his coat drop to the floor, in a little pile by the front door, instead of neurotically hanging it up like he always does. How could a hookup with 'Boston Lily' leave him this distraught? Or; an outsider perspective of episode 4, where Hayden has to pick up the pieces Ilya left of Shane after he storms out of his home in Boston. 01/18/25- EPILOGUE ADDED!
- Part 8 of Hollanov
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This can't happen. Shane can't have feelings for Rozanov. Where could that possibly lead? Nowhere good, surely. Rozanov is not someone he can have. Not beyond the occasional hookup. That is the line they have drawn, no matter how blurred it becomes in Shane’s mind when he is laying blissed-out next to him, so close he swears he can hear Rozanov’s heart pounding just as loud as his own. No, it is casual. That’s what Rozanov wants. And if he senses that Shane wants anything else, anything more, he will end this. Shane is sure of it. He must find a way to be content with what he is given. Let himself down easy, now, before this gets out of hand. OR: After Shane almost sends the "we didn't even kiss text" in the Vegas elevator, he makes a decision to get his growing feelings for Ilya under control, once and for all. That decision includes a vow to not kiss Ilya the next time they meet up.
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Ilya is, for all intents and purposes, a perfect sexual partner. Sometimes, Shane mused, too perfect. OR: Shane wants Ilya to be a bit rougher in the bedroom. Ilya complies.
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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.
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Shane has been so happy to be moulded by Ilya, pushed, pulled and prodded. He never really considered how easy and natural it has always felt because it has never felt otherwise. He likes it when Ilya guides him into doing what he wants: is happy to beg, to stave off an orgasm, to perform and show off for Ilya. Now? Shane wonders, what is the difference here? What is new about this? Shane looks at the love of his life and all the little things he keeps in his heart about Ilya. The tunnel vision clears somewhat, and Shane thinks, oh, he needs it, like how I need it. Ilya isn't just a happy participant in Shane's inherent submissiveness; he's actively seeking it OR Shane somehow doesn't realise that Ilya likes Shane's submissiveness because it makes him feel important etc. He catches on, and they have very sloppy sex about it.
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If there’s one thing Shane Hollander has learned by now, it’s that there is nothing Ilya loves more than a challenge. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was probably a bad idea to start the drive to the cottage off by telling him just how long it would take to get there. Shane was- fuck, he was just trying to be polite. Make sure Ilya wasn’t starving after a day of travel. But now he can feel Ilya’s eyes on the side of his face, can feel the tension that fills up every inch of his Land Rover, can feel how… hungry Ilya really is.
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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.
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Accidental Major in International Relations by wolliwillow
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-17
Shane Hollander shows up to university excited for another year of being the best at what he does. Unfortunately, the man who beat him at last year's World Prospect Cup is also there, and Ilya Rozanov hasn't gotten any less annoying. Or any worse at hockey. Now if only Shane could focus on the ice, and stop thinking about nice hands, pretty lips, and the sound of his name in a Russian accent. OR: They play together in college, and discoveries are made.
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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.
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Sometimes they just can't keep their hands off each other.
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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.
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Ilya finally convinces Shane to make a sex tape.
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