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Sometimes they just can't keep their hands off each other.
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all up in it (shane's version) by afterphantoms
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
Ilya really had made a mess of him.
- Part 2 of hollanov in panties
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There's no hold backs at the cottage, so Shane asks Ilya when he first fell in love. or Shane rights a wrong from his own moment of realization.
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Shane isn’t sure if Rozanov will understand his reasoning, if it makes sense to him, if he’ll comprehend why Shane likes the idea of Rozanov doing something to him that he normally wouldn't allow. It’s almost like a punishment – a punishment for wanting it, a punishment for lying, a punishment for losing. Shane didn’t like to lose, not on the ice, not to anyone, but he liked losing to Rozanov’s will, liked being forced under him. Only like this. Always like this. Rozanov is quiet long enough for shame and dread to invade Shane’s mind, his stomach twisting under the force of it, but then Rozanov soothes him, too, as he plants another kiss on Shane’s nape, and then two more, each one wet and hot. “You want me to make a mess of you? Fuck, Hollander”, Rozanov groans, sounding almost painfully turned on. “You’re going to fucking kill me.” Or, after losing a game against Boston, Shane asks Rozanov to fuck him without a condom.
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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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like a sticker by smashkeyboardsmash
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-14
Shane's heat hits at an unexpected time. He almost announces it to the whole world, then glues himself to his alpha and seeks relief.
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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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forever the name on my lips by xogray
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-14
“Hollander,” he says flatly. “Pay attention.” Ilya starts to turn around, and Shane finally catches sight of the number on the sleeve. Oh. By the time Ilya has fully rotated, Shane isn’t surprised to see that Rozanov is not the name across his shoulders. It’s Hollander. - or, Ilya wears Shane's jersey
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Staring suspiciously at Rozanov, Shane starts blindly fumbling with the tissue paper. He’s just starting to think that this is a very weird prank and there’s actually nothing in the bag when finally his fingers close around something… silky. Thin and silky. That draws his eyes back away from Rozanov down to his hands — more specifically, to the fucking panties that he’s just untangled from the tissue paper.
He should probably ask what the big idea is, but his brain has gone all fuzzy and his mouth has gone dry. There are several beats of silence before he manages to speak, and even then, all he manages to croak out is, “Um…?”
“You have this thing, gifts, in Canada, yes?” says Rozanov. “Is for you. You’re welcome.”
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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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“You looked so fucking pretty tonight, Hollander. In that big jersey, with that backwards hat. Wanted to bend you over in front of all your friends and fuck you untill you cried.” Shane whimpers, hands grasping at the car seat beneath him. “Please, Ilya. Touch me. Need you.” Ilya pulls his own shirt up over his head and then pauses. Has an idea. “Get in the back seat, sweetheart.”
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if you think i’m pretty (lay your hands on me) by bittersweetbumblebee
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
Shane Hollander has lived his life as a beta. Ilya Rozanov changes that. Or- Shane has no idea he’s going into heat before a game
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Shane hadn't been turned on when he woke up. But Shane's body was hardwired to be receptive when it came to Ilya, and so after a few deep kisses and a warm hand against him, Shane could feel the goosebumps rising on his skin. He could feel the low pops and buzzes in his spine. He could feel that low ache, deep inside him, that he'd only ever found one method to sate. Shane and Ilya have sleepy middle of the night sex.
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Save me, O God, For I Have Sinned by ThePromptWasntThisLong (shredded_potato)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
“You like these touched, don’t you?” His hand slid up, palm covering Shane’s left nipple, thumb circling, teasing. Shane’s eyes crossed, mouth opening on a ragged keen, body arching forward to offer more. “Do you play with them at home, hm?” Ilya taunted, pinching the tight bud. “Do you twist them under your sheets while you think of me? Does Mommy ever walk in on her sweet boy tugging his little tits and moaning?” A sob-half-laugh burst from Shane, mortifying and incandescent. “N-no, Father, oh God, n-no, she—ahhh—she’d—” His hole clenched around Ilya’s cock at the mention, involuntary, lust flaring hotter. The priest caught it, chuckled. “She’d be horrified to see her precious son like this,” Ilya murmured, nails scratching lightly over the right nipple now, making Shane shudder. “Socks on, slut naked, riding his priest’s cock right in the house of God.” In the house of God, Ilya found his most devout worshipper not in the pews, but bent over the altar, begging for absolution with every thrust.
- Part 14 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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After a crushing defeat on the rink, hockey star Shane Hollander clashes with airport security, ending up in a steamy interrogation with Officer Ilya Rozanov. A routine frisk turns into erotic punishment, with Shane submitting to spanks and deep, relentless fucking, which is the best he's ever had.
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Shane forgets to take his heat suppressants before the Montreal v. Boston game. He goes to Ilya’s house after the game, and Ilya takes care of him.
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Shane rides Ilya into a religious experience, and into the headboard. or Ilya finally gets his bell rung back.
- Part 2 of A concussion kind of love
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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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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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It truly was a terrible idea, they both knew that, but god was it a hot one. A bluetooth- controlled vibrating buttplug was the last thing Shane expected when Ilya handed him the small gift box.
- Part 1 of off the ice (smutty hollanov one shots)
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