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5 times Ilya says I love you in Russian, and the first time he says it in English.
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shayden enjoyer @pikespike 11m ago
ok but did u guys SEE the way he rushed to defend his man??? ur telling me u dont have EYES?????#2 shane hollander kisser @shaydenism 8m ago
no ur so valid that was a fight to the death before the refs got therehollanov real @g0v0yageurs 7m ago
ur all freaks pike literally has like nine kidshollanov real @g0v0yageurs 6m ago
not to mention the WIFE 🤢shayden enjoyer @pikespike 2m ago
theres no way a hollanov shipper is in my mentions rn calling ME a freak- Language:
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A Little Bit Harder Now by toasted_kit26
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
“I know, I know. They’re so bad for me and I didn’t even bring them. Fuck my diet. Ugh, I’m just-“ “Hollander, is weed brownies,” Ilya said, jaw agape. “Haas brought them. Is special brownies.” * A stressed Shane Hollander tucks into some brownies at a party, unaware that they have an added ingredient. His boyfriend is not prepared for his reaction, nor is anyone else.
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bet it feels nice, turning your back on your whole damn life by vettelian19
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
On the anniversary of his father’s death, Ilya bakes a sharlotka. (or, grieving something you were happy to lose, ilya rozanov style)
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Ilya and Shane love hockey, love being on the same team, love each other. What happens when Shane gets hurt once again, but Ilya's free to react the way he truly wants, guilt-free? - Ilya's blood boiled. His ears popped as he crouched next to Shane, staring at the small droplets of blood against his lip. "Shane," He called, voice shaking. He wasn't awake. "Shane, wake up."
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BREAKING: Shane Hollander has ADMITTED to sleeping with Teddy Bears by leaveittome
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
JOHN - Interviewer: Do you feel any emotions towards the Boston Raiders after they injured you, and took you out of the playoffs? Shane Hollander: I feel a lot of emotions towards their team. JOHN - Interviewer: Any in specific? Shane Hollander: Romantic feelings. JOHN - Interviewer: Uh. Romantic? What does that mean? (Presumed) Yuna Hollander: Please excuse him. He’s concussed.
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a thrill of hope, a weary man rejoices by honeybeebeeeight
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Christmas had never really been a joyous time of year for Ilya Rozanov. This year is his first Christmas with the Hollander family and, despite his best efforts, he finds himself struggling. The Hollander's help in their own quiet way. or, on a frozen pond outside of the Hollander home, Ilya allows himself to be loved.
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Lily: It is too dangerous to be alone with concussion. I will stay at your apartment like nurse. -- Shane goes to Montreal for the weekend during his concussion recovery. So does Ilya.
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leaving my mark on you by BekkaChaos
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya gives Shane a hickey between his thighs during the season, and Shane is annoyed by it. set somewhere in the 2014-2015 range. "Jesus Christ, Rozanov..." Shane's head dropped back against the mattress as Ilya's hands pressed against the inside of his thighs, opening them wider. He heard the faint sound of Ilya's low laugh, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed by it. He would have been, years ago, and he probably was the first time. But never for long. He lay with his knees dropped wide, wide enough to fit Ilya's shoulders between them where he was propped up and kissing at the inside of Shane's thigh. He had been down there for like a minute, kissing and licking and teasing all kinds of noises out of him. "You want something Hollander?" His voice was so low, his accent making Shane's name sound so deep, the desire in his words making his cock twitch. "Put me in your mouth," Shane asked eagerly. "Please." Ilya hummed in reply, and Shane propped himself up on his elbows just to see the smirk. "So polite," he teased, making Shane smile. "Fuck you." Ilya pulled a face of feigned offence. His hazel eyes burning fire back into Shane. He held his gaze as he dipped his head down to kiss at the head of his cock, soft and gentle with a slow circle of his tongue for good measure. And then he stopped. Shane huffed in annoyance which made Ilya's smirk grow into a grin. "God, you're an asshole," Shane said, though they both knew how much he liked it. "Ah yes, I almost forget," Ilya trailed two fingers down Shane's inner thigh, stopping when he made contact with Shane's rim, earning him a whimper. "This is what you want yes?" He didn't need to wait for the answer, instead he continued to draw circles with his fingertips and went back to work with his mouth. He kissed as the base of Shane's cock, barely grazing his teeth over the soft flesh. Then he was kissing his way up, taking Shane into his mouth for three slow and deliberate moves, and then licking at the crease in his thigh. Shane complained of course, but secretly he loved this. Rozanov's mouth just worshipping his body like they had all the time in the world and not just one night. He loved the feel of his nose nuzzling against his hip, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of his thigh, his full lips where they sucked at his skin while his tongue crept out to taste him. He loved staring down at those golden curls as Rozanov worked him up, getting him so close to begging as he— "Hey, what the—" Shane tugged at Rozanov's hair until he was staring up at him. "What the fuck Rozanov?" He was grinning back, his lips pink and wet while Shane had a blooming bruise on the inside of his thigh from where Rozanov had sucked a mark into him. "What? No one will see," he shrugged. Fucking shrugged. Like he hadn't just left a hickey on Shane in the middle of fucking November. "You know we fucking shower after the games, right?" he pulled at his thigh to get a better view of the mark and Rozanov just let out a laugh. "Okay," he shrugged. "So no one will see unless they are looking very, very closely." He kissed at the mark and Shane jerked his leg away as though the damage hadn't already been done. "Fuck off," he said with absolutely no malice in the words. Rozanov hummed in that deep rumbling tone of his, letting his tongue wet his bottom lip. "Is it such a big problem Hollander? Are you letting someone else in your team get so deep between your thighs?" He let his chin rest against Shane's leg as he stared up at him with an eyebrow cocked. Shane shook his head and scoffed. Okay, he did have to admit that it was in a very intimate spot. Like, so intimate that even Shane would probably have to strain to see it if he were standing up. "If they see," Rozanov continued with a playful spark in his eye. "You had better ask why they are staring at your dick in the shower." Yeah okay, so he had a point. "You did," Shane said softly, cocking an eyebrow. "Ah yes, well I wanted to fuck you," he shrugged, and Shane felt a surge of heat through him at the memory of it. God they had been so young. It had been hard to stop himself from looking, that desire in him wasn't new, but it was the first time that the opportunity was there. Well, there and staring back as it stroked it's own cock. But Shane hadn't thought he'd wanted that... what had he thought? That maybe he wanted a way to get off quickly, with someone who could be just as casual about it as he needed. He didn't think he'd be staring down at him between his legs five years later with god damned butterflies at the memory of their first time.
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snapping at a butterfly by marigoldens
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
“I climb twenty flights to show you the solar eclipse, and it’s, oh, bye, I must return to my boring book about—“ “Eclipse? You said—“ “I said there is a reward at the top. What did you think I mean?” Maybe Ilya’s hands and mouth on him? Maybe his dirty words printed at Shane’s navel and a smile before they took a risk? Shane blushes. — or: Shane is passionate. He just doesn’t know what about.
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Shane's in Boston to play against the Raiders until he gets an awful cold and Ilya offers to take care of him.
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& when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) by netflixing
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
This isn't him. He's hidden his heart under buttoned-up shirts and professionalism for the last four years, every step a calculated risk. He can't exactly waltz over to the hospital wing and proclaim he's Ilya’s - what? His partner/boyfriend/whatever the hell they were? It's a conflict of interest to the absolute highest degree. He'd likely be dismissed from the team, without pay, or worse. And Ilya. ——— or PR manager shane hollander is in love with nhl superstar ilya rozanov, after an accident on the ice, someone says 'i love you' and nobody is entirely sure if it even counts
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i will fix by doorway (glossedmouth)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Shane threatens to call the handyman to replace their entire kitchen counter. Ilya hurriedly gets to work.
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Shane Hollander discovers that new massage therapist Ilya Rozanov can bring relief to more than just his back. Even though Ilya's foul mouth, his smug smile, and his constant teasing drive Shane to the absolute limits of endurance, he can't stop himself from coming back for more.
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Poulet Frit Kentucky by Nothing68
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya comes over to Shane's cottage and domestic fluff and smut ensues. Or Ilya really hates French, Shane loves that he hates it
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Shane wanted to get Ilya something special for his birthday, but what did you get someone who bought himself everything he wanted? he was also determined to let his boyfriend know how much he meant to him and that his birthdays were worth celebrating. It was the day before Ilya's birthday and Shane’s anxiety was trying to get the best of him. He had been thinking about this day for weeks now. Birthdays had never been a big deal to Ilya before he and Shane became a couple. Shane felt his heart ache for his boyfriend at the memory of him recalling what his childhood had been like after his mother had died. He had never had a party or even a cake to celebrate let alone a gift of any kind. “If I was lucky, my father would say happy birthday to me as he left for work but that was all.” He had said as they had sat on the dock at the lake cottage, Shane leaning back against his strong warm chest with his head under Ilya’s chin. “I’m so sorry it was like that for you. Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday.” He said, turning his head so he could put a soft kiss on his left pec, over his heart. He felt Ilya shrug. “Is no big deal. Not important.” Shane leaned up and turned to face him, placing his hands on either side of his man’s face. “It is important and it definitely is a big deal. I only wish that your mother was still here so I could call her and thank her for bringing you into the world and my life.” In the late afternoon sun, he saw the way Ilya’s beautiful blue eyes glinted and his cheeks colour. He leaned in and kissed him making sure he knew he meant every word of what he had said. It was so tempting to tease him about the blush but he knew he would only deny it and give him the standard answer of “Not blushing, Russians do not do this.” “Ah, Hollander, you are becoming, what is the word….a big sap lately. What is next, will I see you reading romance novels?” Ilya said when they broke apart. He obviously had no problem Stirring Shane as usual. Shane shot his boyfriend a hard look but it was difficult to stay mad at him when the mischievous look on his face never failed to make his heart beat faster. “You're such a dick.” Shane said, poking a finger into Illya’s bicep before turning back around to lean against him once more. His skin tingled when he felt his lips brush against his ear. “You love my dick, you cannot deny this.” He purred, his lips brushing the shell of Shane’s ear. Shane felt his own cheeks heating as he remembered what had followed. Ilya had always downplayed his birthday every year but Shane always made sure he had a cake and a gift. The trouble was, it was getting increasingly harder to buy the guy something. What did you get someone who had enough money to get whatever he wanted? Shane knew that Ilya didn't have the same problem because Shane tended to be more pragmatic with his spending. The trouble with that was, Ilya would go overboard with his birthday and Christmas gifts. He always grumbled at him for spending so much but he secretly loved each and every one of the gifts he received. Ilya’s birthday had been on his mind for months now and slowly, he had formed a plan and he was quite pleased with himself. He knew Ilya had been more than a little suspicious a few times but he had managed to distract him to get his mind off the subject. Now it was the next day and Shane found his excitement for what he had planned had grown into the anxiety it would all go as he hoped and that Ilya would love it. Ilya had played an away game the day before and flown back on the first flight the next day. He got the first taxi he could see as he raced out of the terminal, lugging his gear. He hated not seeing Shane for days on end when their teams had out of town games but the best thing about it was the reunion sex when he came back home. His whole being was screaming for it. The ride was maddening slow, the cab being swallowed up by the early morning commuters. By the time the car pulled up to the front of Shane’s apartment, Ilya was ready to explode. He threw money at the driver, not caring if it was too much or not and grabbed his gear and took out his phone. L: Open the fucking door, Hollander J: Well, good morning, birthday boy. Something wrong? L: Yes, I need to see you naked and in that bed. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Ilya had reached the door and heard the lock disengage. He thought about taking the lobby lift but he wasn't going to risk having to wait for it so he started up the back stairs, taking them two at a time. He got to Shane’s apartment door and lifted a fist to pound on the surface but he tried the knob first and it turned freely. He entered the apartment’s spacious open living area, dumping his gear before heading straight for the bedroom. He paused at the door. Shane was laying on the butter soft linen sheets, leaning up against the pillows and padded head board. Wearing only a soft smile. “Hey, did you miss me?” He purred, running his fingers up the full length of his already hard cock. Fuck, this man was such a work of art. Ilya groaned as he began tearing off his clothes, not taking his eyes off Shane’s for an instant. Then he was on the bed, looming over his boyfriend and taking his mouth in a kiss that had them both breathless in seconds. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Shane breathed when they finally broke apart.
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I'll Make It Better by imperfectcircle, kenopsia (indie)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
"Ilya," Shane says, voice lilting and Ilya might fucking cry. "Hey," Ilya says, magnetized and moving towards him. Shane looks — soft, he looks fine, so fucking breakable but not broken. "There's my man," Shane says, in a small voice, musical. Ilya closes the distance between them, needing to touch him and needing him to lower his voice in equal measure.
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shed some light on me, please by gwand
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Being a professional hockey player means being in top shape at all times. He does his best to look like it, and he likes it when he feels good with it. He’s pure mass and muscle, the kind that’s unforgiving on the ice, and a blur on his skates. He wouldn’t trade a damn thing for this body of his. But sometimes, a stray cog fucks with his system and makes him wonder how it feels to be soft, too. How it feels to be delicate.
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love is a drug by WhatAreDeadlines
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
“Someone you really like came to visit you today?” the nurse repeats. “That’s wonderful, Mr. Hollander.” Never in his life has Ilya blushed. Russians do not do this. If they did, though, Ilya would be doing it now. “Is it someone special?” ---------------- (Shane is high as a kite from painkillers. Ilya lingers after he leaves his room to make sure Shane doesn't give them away. Missing scene from Episode 5)
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Ilya’s smirk grew. “Whoever wins MVP gets anything they want.” Shane’s brows furrowed. “Anything?” “Anything,” Ilya repeated, his eyes gleaming. “If you win, you can ask for anything you want.” A thrill went down his spine. “And I’m guessing you already have something in mind if you’ve suggested this bet.” Instead of responding, Ilya leaned down and kissed him—a filthy, obscene kiss that left his dick twitching pathetically against his thigh despite the fact he was completely spent. “You will see, Hollander.” “You’re on, Rozanov.” And, at the time, Shane really did feel good about his chances—orgasm haze aside. Now, standing in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel suite, he almost cursed his own damn competitiveness. . Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on Rozanov's jersey. Promise.
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