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i'ma go where i always go, drinks are on the house by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-10-22
Luca shakes his head blinking rapidly at him, fighting the urge to go over and lap at the bead of milk, clinging to the edge of Shane's areola. He's dizzy with lush want, and can tell his scent is spiking into the warm heated thrum of an aroused alpha; something that would embarrass him if it was anyone other than Shane watching. Or, well—something that would feel life ruining if he couldn't scent the notes of warm approval spilling through the air.
Shane laughs again, his mouth curling up. "Of course, Ilya normally fucks me as I pump, if he hasn't latched on, the greedy asshole," he says, everything else fading out but the curl of his mouth, the glint of his teeth. "How else would it be the best it can be?" He shakes his head, tsking faintly. "Being plugged up with Ilya's knot—" He sighs dreamily, his scent spiking into something nearly obscene with desire; it's all nutty oak and sweet cream, the faint aroma of slick. "It's the best; it makes me the best."
OR: Luca's thirsty for a lot of things. Good thing Shane and Ilya are providers.
- Part 45 of heated rivalry masterlist
- Part 7 of kinktober masterlist
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Shane closes his eyes and presses the pharmacy bag against his forehead. He has medication, clearance to play, and confirmation that the tumor inside his head is benign. In three to seven days, the lactation should stop, and this entire humiliating problem will become something he can pretend never happened.
Unfortunately, tomorrow afternoon, Ilya Rozanov will be waiting for him at his house. Shane plans to arrive, have sex with him, and return to the hotel before either of them can make the evening more complicated than it needs to be.
All Shane has to do is prevent the most observant asshole alive from touching his chest. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, a voice in his head replies, sounding disturbingly like the one Hayden uses for his kids. Shane groans out loud and goes to find something to eat so he can take his first dose of medicine.
or, Shane, an alpha, is leaking milk. Instead of talking about this, Hollanov deal with it in their own, special way.
- Part 3 of Feral’s October Shenanigans
- Part 14 of Hollanov Smut
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Shane is 37 weeks along with their fraternal twins. He’s uncomfortable, exhausted, moody, and ready to be fucking done with being pregnant. This is, however, their last week alone as a couple, and Ilya is fully intending to try and lift his spirits by bringing him on a babymoon at the cottage. What he didn’t intend to do was cut their babymoon short by accidentally fucking his husband into labor, but things didn’t typically go as planned for them, did they?
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Shane woke up alone, in pain and confused. He remembered the hit; Marlow had sent him down to the ice. He remembered Ilya visiting before anyone else. He doesn't understand what is wrong; why are more tests being ordered? The C test. The test for being a rare Male Carrier.
He hadn't thought about Carriers since he was in school. Why would he? His mother had done the test when he was a child. It had been negative. So why was he hurting in places he shouldn't? Why was a nice nurse telling him they needed to take him somewhere else for some specialised testing?
When Shane Hollander took a nasty hit on the ice against Boston, he was woken up to a very serious, very shocking discovery. To something he hadn't believed was possible. He now has to deal with the fallout; decisions have to be made, as well as life-altering choices. But first he has to work out how to tell his years-long situationship - who he is completely and totally in love with - that he managed to get him pregnant, when neither of them was aware it was possible. Shane is terrified, confused and furious all at the same time. All he wants is Ilya, but is Ilya still going to want him now?
- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry AU Version 2
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Ilya slings his damp towel over his shoulder and heads to Shane's side of the bed. He uses his foot to fish out a stool and bucket, picking the bucket up while sliding the stool along the floor with a few easy pushes. It comes to rest next to Shane, and Ilya gives him another little pat on the head, careful not to knock his headband aside, before he crouches down next to his pretty cow.
"How are your fat udders feeling this morning?" Ilya asks, patting Shane's sides gently. His cow moos again, deliberately moving his chest so his fat teats flopped around. Ilya chuckles at the sight, shaking his head. "Oh, I see, my poor cow needs milked, yes?"
Shane nods his head, multiple sweet moos sending warm affection through Ilya. He stands long enough to adjust the stool before taking a seat, reaching over to move the bucket to sit right below the udder in front of him.
- Part 2 of Gross Hollanov Week 2026
- Part 7 of Hollanov Smut
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There was a small recoil, nothing Shane would consciously register as a recoil, just a slight drawing-back of his head and a micro-expression crossing the bridge of his nose.
His brows pulled together for one second, and he pulled the carton away from his face, examining the opening.
Ilya Rozanov has seven cameras. Ilya Rozanov has a blog.
His gay roommate doesn't know about any of this.
- Part 5 of evil ilya
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“It hurts,” Shane mumbles, and Ilya makes a sympathetic tsk. He places the pump on the coffee table in front of them as Shane starts to lift the hem of his top. He’s not wearing anything underneath, and when Ilya sees his tits, everything else in his mind stops. They’re so full, painfully large, and the nipples are dark and hard, protruding. Like an invitation.
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no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to (him) by snoopyilya
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-12
“Alpha.” He let his omega take charge of his tone of voice, his logical thoughts taking the backseat at the moment, and he sounded wrecked. “Please be mine.” He felt more than heard Ilya’s chuckle, making him shiver, “I’ve always been yours, Shane.” “Bite me, Ilya.” the mating of two lovedrunk fools.
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Shane Hollander is an alpha, and to the rest of the world, so is Ilya Rozanov.
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Shane knows something is wrong before the game even ends—his Heat rising fast and uncontrollable. Ilya gets him home just in time, knots him deep, and refuses to let him face it alone. The roar of the crowd faded as Shane Hollander skated off the ice. The ache in his muscles was nothing compared to the heat building beneath his skin. He had been off tonight— missing shots he could normally make with his eyes closed. His movements felt sluggish, unfocused, his body refusing to respond like it usually did. He could feel Ilya’s gaze on him before he even looked up, that intense blue stare sharp and searching. “You alright, Shane?” Ilya asked, skating up beside him. Shane forced a smile, stiff and brittle. “Yeah. Just… off tonight. Bad luck, I guess.” It was a lie, and they both knew it. The Centaurs still won, but the victory felt hollow. As soon as the buzzer sounded, Shane peeled away and headed for the locker room, desperate to escape Ilya’s attention. The noise, the lights, the closeness of too many bodies—it pressed in on him. He showered quickly. Hot water did nothing to ease the burn coiling tighter inside him. By the time he dressed, his hands were shaking. He kept his head down, avoided eye contact, focused on breathing through the growing discomfort. He was already in the passenger seat when Ilya finally appeared, damp hair pushed back, concern on his face. Ilya slid in beside him, the door shutting with a heavy thud. The familiar scent of his cologne filled the car, grounding and overwhelming. “Shane, what the fuck is going on?” Ilya’s voice was low, edged with steel. Shane swallowed hard. The truth spilled out before he could stop it. “I think… I think my Heat is starting soon.” The words hung between them. “Shit,” Ilya breathed. He turned the key, the engine roaring to life. “We need to get you home.” When the first cramp hit, it wasn’t just pain—it was his body pulling inward, desperate, needy, demanding. His cock twitched uselessly in his pants, half-hard and oversensitive, while slick soaked his underwear. “Ilya—” A hand landed on his thigh, warm and steady. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m driving as fast as I can.” The heat surged, relentless. Shane shifted, slick gathering where he couldn’t ignore it. Every bump in the road sent spikes of sensation through him. He whimpered, squirming, trying to find a comfortable position. There was none. The pressure built like a tide threatening to drown him. He broke. His hand slid down, rubbing himself through his pants, desperate for any relief. Friction was a small mercy, a brief distraction from the fire inside him. He arched his back, breath ragged. “Ilya… I need you, please.” Ilya didn’t hesitate. The car sped up, the world outside blurring as Shane’s breathing grew shallow. He could feel the heat radiating off him, thick and real. At home, Ilya killed the engine and helped him out of the car. Shane barely made it inside before collapsing against him, burying his face in Ilya’s neck. “Ilya,” he whimpered. “It hurts so bad.” “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Ilya murmured. “I’ll give you what you need.” He scooped Shane up in his arms, carrying him bridal style. Shane clung to him, trembling. Upstairs, he laid him on the bed. Clothes were stripped away quickly, every touch paired with soft kisses and whispered praise. “So beautiful,” Ilya murmured, over and over. He ran a hand through Shane’s hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands, kissing his forehead, cheeks, neck—each touch setting off new heat. Shane moaned, hips bucking. He was already leaking onto the sheets, need pouring out uncontrollably. He reached for Ilya, fingers clawing at his back. Ilya’s fingers brushed lower. He traced Shane’s hip, sending shivers down him. He dipped a finger into Shane’s slick, and Shane gasped. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Sweetheart, you’re leaking so much. This is all for me, isn’t it?” Shane nodded, unable to speak. He reached for Ilya, pulling him closer. He needed him, craved him. Ilya leaned down, kissing him deeply. He pulled back, eyes blazing with desire that matched Shane’s. “Taste yourself, Hollander.” Shane obeyed, coating his fingers with his own slick, bringing them to his mouth, sucking greedily. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of arousal and desperation. He closed his eyes, savoring it. “So fucking good for me,” Ilya rasped. He moved to the bedroom drawer, returning with nipple clamps and a dildo. Shane’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. He knew
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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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Clouds for the Unspoken Thoughts by Acinonyx1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-10
“Is that milk?” Hollander stiffens under his touch, and with his face buried in the pillow and Ilya's cock buried in his ass, murmurs, “No…” Ilya blinks down at the growing wet patch under Hollander's chest. “Oh. Is vodka then?” “Fuck off, Rozanov.” While Ilya struggles with the inner conflicts of his desires, Shane’s body decides on a more physical way of showing his affection.
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“Papa, what’s your job?”
Ilya opens his mouth. Closes it. He looks at Shane, who is suddenly very interested in his coffee.
“My job,” Ilya says slowly, “is to take care of you.”
“That’s not a job,” Wyatt says matter-of-factly. “That’s just being a papa.”
“Yes,” Ilya agrees. “It is.”
In September 2030, Ilya Rozanov is newly retired, newly restless, and learning the hard way that staying home with their three-year-old son is more exhausting than any playoff run. Shane Hollander is back on the ice, chasing another season while missing things he can’t get back.
After more than a decade together, Ilya and Shane must relearn the hows of their relationship—what comes after happily ever after.
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Their baby Wyatt is finally here and Shane Hollander thought he can handle pressure. He's captained a franchise. He's won battles on ice.
But nothing trains you for the way your heart lives outside your body once you have a kid.
Luckily, Ilya Rozanov is built for protecting what's his
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