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i wanna be your dog by maggie_1277
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
“Good puppy,” Ilya's voice was loud over the building cotton in Shane's head. He was kneeling between Ilyas's thighs, naked except for his collar and socks. Head resting on Ilya's clothed thigh. They'd been like this for an hour at least. Shane was too in his head after a game, and Ilya was trying to get him out of it.
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Peace of Mind in the Darkness by StuffandStuff18
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
Shane and Ilya have been dating for months, and while they do good putting on the show of rivalry, their performance is beginning to put too much stress on Shane. Ilya takes notice, and does everything within his power to ensure that his boyfriend doesn't have to worry about anything or think about anything except for the love and care that they share.
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Shane gets jealous that Ilya fucks other people and goes on a rampage. Ilya has to gently reel him back in. Or Shane experiences subdrop for the first time and Ilya helps him through it.
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Shane and Ilya have gone 20 days without, and Shane, along with his new battery-operated friend, is going to show Ilya just how much he missed him. ~~~ "Open." Shane opened his mouth and Ilya fed his cock back in, not gentle this time. He thrust forward and Shane gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat and took it, took everything Ilya gave him. "That's it," Ilya growled, fucking into his mouth with short, brutal strokes. "That's my good boy. Taking my cock so fucking well. Always take me exactly how I like it."
- Part 7 of Stolen Moments
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Shane comes home tired and in need of some serious care from his husband. Ilya is more than happy to give him what he needs. Just a very fluffy oneshot of them being soft and happy. Light smut and even lighter angst. There were many things about Shane that Ilya loved more than the air he breathed. He loved the way Shane’s freckles glowed when he blushed, and god did Ilya love making Shane blush. He loved the way Shane’s walnut colored eyes glossed over when Ilya took charge, whether they were in the bedroom or simply when Shane needed the release of giving himself up to his husband. Ilya loved when Shane’s head lay on his chest and he could smell the clean scent of Shane’s shampoo, his ink hair lightly tickling Ilya’s cheek. He would run his hands through it, scrape his nails down Shane’s nape and feel him completely and utterly melt into him. There were too many things Ilya loved about Shane to name, but there was one thing that his husband did that made Ilya feel like he would lose his mind. Now, Ilya knew Shane would never approve of him saying that he had an oral fixation, but Ilya didn’t really know what else to call it. Shane just liked having things in his mouth… all the time. Ever since Ilya had known Shane, his husband always seemed to have something in his mouth, or at least seemed to relax when he had things in his mouth. Whether it was a hoodie string, a straw, the collar of his t-shirt, his knuckle, or even his bottom lip. Shane just was always sucking or biting something. Ilya didn’t really think much of it at first. Well that wasn’t totally true, Ilya always thought it was hot when Shane had something in his mouth, especially when they were younger. It was hard to sit there and watch Shane chew and suck on a hoodie string when it could’ve been Ilya’s dick instead. And lord did Ilya love when Shane sucked his dick. Ever since their first time together, when Shane was inexperienced and desperate, he was so good. Shane was always so good, especially for Ilya. It was satisfying when Shane would simply drop to his knees without being asked, his hands burning against the backs of Ilya’s thighs as he took Ilya’s cock in his mouth like it was second nature, like he belonged there. He certainly acted like it. Ilya never realized how much Shane sucking him off was for Shane as much as it was for him. Ilya never really thought about it back then, he was selfish and took Shane for granted and Ilya regretted it with his whole soul. But as they grew and their relationship grew and they stopped being stupid about their feelings, Ilya started to truly notice all of Shane’s little mannerisms. Ilya saw how much Shane loved to be good. He loved praise, he loved reassurance, and he loved being told he did a good job. When Ilya took control, Shane was allowed to simply be Shane. He wasn’t Shane Hollander the hockey player, he was Ilya’s Shane. So when Shane came home from his game, sweaty and tired, his bag hitting their wooden floors with a thump, Ilya knew, even before he saw his husband, what he needed. Ilya had seen the game, and had seen how hard Shane pushed himself for them to win. Ilya knew that even though they won, Shane would need him. “Shane?” Ilya called from the living room, muting the tv and casually walking over to the front door where his husband was leaning against the wall as he toed off his shoes. Shane was wearing a simple white shirt and athletic sweats, his eyes droopy and tired and his hair sticking up in wild places. “Hey,” Shane greeted, exhaustion dripping into his voice as he pulled himself to stand upright, wobbling a little as he did so. Ilya went to his side, a hand resting heavy and comforting on the back of Shane’s neck. He brought Shane into his chest, his husband’s cheek pressed flush against his bare flesh. “You played so hard tonight,” Ilya murmured into Shane’s hair and he felt Shane’s body go limp into his own. He was already braced for it and easily took his husband’s weight. “You made everyone so proud, made me so proud. You deserve rest, lyubimyy,” he stroked a hand through Shane’s hair and kissed the top of his head. Shane’s arms came up limp and heavy to wrap around Ilya’s waist, his hands splayed across Ilya’s strong back. “How do you always seem to know what I need?” Shane mumbled, into Ilya’s pectoral, his lips warm and soft on Ilya’s skin.
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Five Times Ilya Rozanov was in Control and One Time he Wasn't by find_me_in_the_ivy
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-14
Ilya Rozanov liked control. This was no secret. How he played on the ice, how he handled himself in public, how he took charge with every woman he slept with, and loved it. He liked to be in control. So when he finally got Shane Hollander alone and realized just how much he wanted to be commanded, wanted to submit, Ilya Rozanov was only too happy to oblige.
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You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened (the world ended when it happened to me) by stanzyts
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-14
He isn’t in control. Everything feels cold and distant and empty. Shane stares at his shaking hand, loosely gripping the door handle, and begs it to move, turn, so he can get away. He can’t be here anymore, and yet there is nowhere else he’d rather be. He’s suffocating; there is no air left in this room, he’s sure of it. He tilts forward without meaning to, leaning his forehead against the door, trying to stay upright. Or, Shane experiences subdrop after the events in Vegas, because he absolutely would.
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Kissing Shane was fun. Not in the usual lustful way — but in the way that Ilya couldn't stop thinking about it, the closeness he felt with Shane during those moments. And it wasn't just kissing Shane's lips, he adored kissing all of his soft skin. Freckles, jaw, collarbone, chest, back, thighs, arms — anywhere he could, he'd place a kiss. Or Ilya is obsessed with kissing Shane.
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“You ever been tied up?” Ilya asks. Shane shakes his head. “Do you trust me?” “Of course.” Shane responds without hesitation. “Good.” Ilya smirks. He sets the ties down, then tucks his fingers under the hem of Shane’s shirt. Instinctually, he raises his arms and lets Ilya pull it off him. Ilya tosses it somewhere on the floor, and picks one of the ties back up. “Will you be a good boy for me?” Shane nods. Even though coming out to Shane’s parents went about as smooth as it could’ve, Shane still feels keyed up after they get home. Ilya takes him out of his head.
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"In the pile-up, Kent said some shit that I guess the refs missed in the chaos." Shane rolls his eyes and scoffs. "And it pissed me off, and I figured, hey, we're up by two in the third period, Toronto hasn't scored shit all night. I could probably take a major and the team would be fine." He shrugs, suddenly sheepish. "Of course, I mostly got my ass kicked, but–" Ilya makes sure that he's grabbing the unbruised part of Shane's face when he plants a firm kiss right on his split lip. Or; Ilya watches Shane lose a fight, and then helps him scratch an itch.
- Part 2 of KNOCKOUT!
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before something breaks that cannot be fixed by justhockey
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-13
Shane is used to feeling fuzzy with Rozanov. Like he’s floating higher, higher, higher. But this - this isn’t that. Shane isn’t floating, he’s falling. Sinking down, down, down below, into darkness. It feels like there are waves crashing over his head, cold and sharp like needles against his skin, and when he does manage to breach the surface for a moment, he’s met with thick fog and a starless sky. It feels sort of like a concussion, but not. There’s no pain, just…haziness. Just a gaping, empty feeling, right in the centre of his chest. (Or, Vegas rewritten.)
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The girl pulled away from Ilya just for a moment, down his neck while whispering something Shane didn't want to know. And Ilya. Ilya was happy. He raised one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind the girl's ear as he laughed at something she said. He kissed her cheek one more time before she strutted away to her friends. Then, Ilya looked up. Straight at him. Or After two months of no contact, Ilya and Shane reunite. In a club.
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Shane has been struggling lately and Ilya notices. Ilya takes his worries away and reminds him who he belongs to.
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“I don’t think is what you want,” Ilya tells him, tone knowing and a little mean, like he holds all of the answers which, when it comes to Shane, he has a great many of them. “I think you want me to make you shut up, hm?”
- Part 3 of the first taste (hollanov stand-alones)
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You Want to be Good, but You’re Begging Me to Cum by f4nt45ywh0r3
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Shane just wants to be fucked, but Ilya is playing hard-to-get. Shane watched Ilya in the mirror as he added weight to the bench press in his home gym. “Something wrong?” Ilya questioned as he continued to add more weight. “You’re definitely going to need a spotter,” Shane said as he continued his weighted squats. Ilya smiled brightly, “That is what my loving boyfriend is for, yes?” Shane blushed. He lived for moments like this. The Voyaguers played in Boston last night, and Shane got to spend the night. Even better, they had a few days off from practice, so he stayed behind in Boston. Ilya lay back on the bench and looked to Shane expectantly. He put down his weights and walked over to the bench. “I’d be much more willing to do this if my loving boyfriend, perhaps, wasn’t wearing a shirt?” “You would do it anyway,” Ilya rolled his eyes as he pulled off his shirt, “Pants too?” It was Shane’s turn to roll his eyes now, “I guess you can keep those on.” Shane spotted Ilya as he did an insane number of reps, only being occasionally distracted by the noises he made when exerting himself. Shane couldn’t help that his cock began to stiffen in his pants. He knew if Ilya noticed, he’d never hear the end of it. By the end of Ilya’s third set, Shane’s cock was fully erect, and his ass was slick. He knew Ilya could scent it, but when he got up, he just gave Shane a quick peck on the lips and started taking the weights off the bar. Shane was livid and felt rejected. Many times, Ilya had bent Shane over the gym equipment and fucked him from behind so they could both watch in the wall of mirrors. Either of the home gyms was honestly their favorite place to fuck because it meant they could both watch. Dumbfounded, Shane just stood, trying to hold himself together, while Ilya continued with the next exercise in his chest routine. “Don’t stop on my account, Hollander,” Ilya said as he began doing chest dips. He looked sinful, covered in sweat, muscles bulging, and the sounds he made were… it was all very distracting. Two could play at this game. Shane abandoned his leg day routine and transitioned to every exercise he could think of that would show off his pert ass. He went through a whole process of Romanian deadlifts, good mornings, weighted sumo squats, and goblet squats. Every ass-building exercise in his arsenal was put to use. Ilya didn’t seem to notice, and that pissed Shane off even more. He couldn’t take it anymore. Abruptly, he dropped the dumbbells he was working with and wiped them down, racking them. He quickly wiped down all of the other equipment he had used and headed upstairs. As he marched up the stairs, he held his breath waiting to hear Ilya’s following footsteps. He heard nothing. Ilya was usually so responsive to him. It’s not like Shane was in heat; he suppressed his heats during the season. He had only allowed his first heat to happen last summer when Ilya decided to extend his stay at the cottage after they came out to his parents. It was... intense. The doctors had warned him that suppressing his heats for so long, nearly 15 years, would make the first few more fierce and possibly more frequent. He couldn’t not suppress them, though, an omega in the NHL probably wouldn’t go over well. Especially since he was supposed to be the alpha of the Voyaguers as captain. Thinking about the time they spent together during his heat, Shane’s cock throbbed, and he felt so empty. He decided a cold shower would take care of his problem. He didn’t even want to jack off, not when Ilya could be—should be—taking care of him. Shane used the en suite bathroom, walking through Ilya’s bedroom to get there. He reminisced on the time Ilya had built him a nest when he had forgotten to take his suppressants before a game one time. The cold shower did nothing to pacify his arousal. When he turned the shower off and opened the door to grab his towel, he noticed Ilya standing in the doorway, naked. His arms were crossed, and he was still sweaty from working out. His cock was fully erect, pointing at Shane. A lock of golden brown curly hair fell in front of his eyes. He looked like a Greek fucking God. If there were a male Greek God of Fucking, it would be Ilya. Shane maintained eye contact with Ilya as he dried his body, slowly, sensually. When he was done, Ilya held his hand out to Shane. He immediately took it. Ilya walked them into the bedroom and pinned Shane against the wall. Their cocks rubbed together, and Shane moaned at the touch. Ilya took Shane’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze to meet his, “If you want me to fuck you, my sweet omega, all you have to do is ask nicely.” Shane’s cheeks blushed pink, and he nodded as he pulled Ilya’s lips down to his, pushing to his toes to compensate for his height. This kiss was different than the one they shared in the gym—it was hot and needy and messy and just so raw.
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Puck Bunny by cathieee
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-11
“The boys said they were going to buy me a stripper,” Rozanov says. “Like a, ah, you know, a Playboy bunny.” “Okay,” Shane snorts. “So why are you here now instead of with your—“ He rolls his eyes. “Playboy bunny.” “Why the fuck would I care if some random woman dressed up for me?” Rozanov finally turns back around, his hands holding something behind his back. His smile turns wolfish. Like he’s about to eat a goddamn bunny. “But I would care if you dressed up for me.” For Rozanov's birthday, Shane wears a bunny suit.
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get down on your knees and tell me you love me by 21cg
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-11
"would it be inappropriate to say i think your hands look really sexy like this?" ilya raised his eyebrows, turning to see shane going slightly pink at his own admission. well, that was interesting. he reached up, brushing the backs of his bruised knuckles over shane's lips teasingly, and watched as shane licked his lips as he pulled them away. "you like this?" he asked, smirking. "well, i kinda had a thing for your hands anyway," shane admitted, shrugging slightly, "but, yeah, i don't know. it's hot." "noted." or: shane has a thing for ilya's hands
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“You said I was your first time with man, yes?” Ilya asks carefully. He makes a mental note of the subtle hesitation before Shane’s nod. “How much experience you have with submission?” Shane’s eyebrows furrow slightly. “What do you mean?” “Submission- in bed,” Ilya explains. Oh, he realizes after a minute, he has no idea what I’m talking about. or The one where Ilya has some realizations about Shane’s past experiences, and conversation ensues.
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“So… you’ve tried stuff. Stuff we haven’t tried yet…” There isn’t a clear question in any of this, yet. Ilya has never thought Shane was the type to care about body count, so he assumes this is about something other than his past proclivities. “Shane. Is there question in there, somewhere?” “I’m just curious! Like, were you, y’know, bossy with other people?” “Usually. If that’s what they wanted. I have always liked it,” Ilya shrugged. Shane took a moment, visibly digesting that in his head. Eyebrows scrunched, eyes locked onto the crease between the couch cushions. Ilya pats his knee, giving him a moment. “Have you tied someone up?” He finally asks, quietly. Shane is just trying to get used to asking for what he wants, alright?
- Part 2 of Today I Fell, and Felt Better
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Another Jeff Buckley song by WifeOfGojo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
“Do story time, pease” Irina says with a sleepy pout, and Shane could hear Jackie’s soft “aww”. He smiles as he watches Ilya’s gaze soften, staring at his daughter for a moment before nodding once. ‘Story time’ referred to Irina’s nightly bedtime story; she usually needed at least 2 books read with the occasional scene getting acted out before she could fall asleep. Hayden is usually the only other person Irina allows to do story time, enjoying how he changes his voice for each character, so Shane knows this is a big deal. “Once again I am betrayed” Hayden grumbles and Shane pats his shoulder in sympathy before walking down the corridor. He hears Ilya following him and can’t help the fluttering in his chest. Shane and Irina’s lives were never going to be the same again. He can’t remember the last time he was this happy. - How the rest of the night went when Ilya and Shane reunited after 5 years.
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