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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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"You were missing goals because of this...secret." He thumbed over the lace at the thought. Shane tried to swallow the lump in his throat but this new form of humiliation with Ilya was arousing to him. Ilya's reaction was not judgment, just pure want. "Put them on." Or: Shane loses a bet with Hayden and has to wear lingerie during a game. Ilya finds them and is insistent that Shane try them on. Shane Hollander was a man, and men - at least in his mind - did not wear such garments. He glanced at himself in the mirror, clenching his jaw so tight that it hurt. The locker room was a sea of pre-game chatter - sticks tapping against the floor, laughter echoing off the walls, and a pungent scent of sweat-caked gear lingering in the air. But Shane paid no mind to any of that because he could not remove his thoughts from the humiliating secret hidden underneath his hockey gear. It was just a stupid bet really. Hayden Pike had been his friend and foe on the ice for years, playing with and against each other as they were passed from team to team. Their banter was playful and sharp, but at the end of the day they were still good friends. Although after tonight's game, Shane might have to reconsider. A few weeks ago, after Ottawa had pushed Montreal out of the play offs in over-time, Hayden cornered Shane outside of the dressing room. "You've gotten feisty Hollander," he grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bet you I can score more goals than you in the next match up." Shane, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the loss, shot back, "You're on. Loser does what exactly?" "Something embarrassing." Hayden grinned. "What like wearing woman's underwear during a game?" A question he would later regret asking. Hayden laughed in delight. "Perfect! Full game though, no backing out and no taking them off half way." Shane was certain he would win, but fate - or bad luck - would prove him otherwise. In their rematch, Hayden racked up one solid goal and a hat trick while Shane only managed an assist. A fact that otherwise would not have bothered him, but the bet was sealed. And now, Shane was wearing the black lacy panties Hayden had mailed him with a note: can't wait to see you squirm. What a dick. The fabric was soft, almost too soft. It hugged him in a way that felt foreign and intrusive. As he laced up his skates, he desperately tried to ignore how the lace rubbed against his skin with every movement. It was supposed to be a joke, just a humiliation tactic, but as he slipped on his jersey a strange heat crept up his neck. He shook it off, focusing on the game ahead. Tonight was crucial - this was his teams chance to earn their spot back in the play offs and Shane will be damned if he lets a silly bet get in the way. The team filed out to the ice for warm-ups and relished in the roar of the crowd. Shane glided onto the rink and relaxed a little when the cool air hit his lungs. He circled the net, firing pucks at the goalie, trying to find his rhythm. But every stride and pivot sent him a subtle reminder of what was hidden beneath his uniform. "Focus." he muttered to himself. Hayden was out there too, smirking as he stretched. Their eyes locked and Hayden winked. Shane vowed to give that man a taste of his own medicine tonight. The national anthem played, the puck dropped, and the game began. Shane won the opening face off and sent the puck back to his defenceman. He charged forward while stick-handling through the neutral zone. Ottawa's defense closed in and he passed to the wing man, but his mind wandered for a split second. The lace pressed against him as he accelerated. He thanked god that his helmet hid the blushing on his face. First period flew by in a blur. Shane assisted on a goal, bringing the score 1-1 but he couldn't shake off the awareness. Every time he sat on the bench to catch his breath, the fabric teased him. It wasn't painful, just constant. By intermission he was sweating more than usual and his heart pounded in his chest. The coach barked orders in the locker room, adjusting lines and replanning strategies. Shane could only half-heartedly pay attention. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought. This was supposed to be embarrassing...not arousing. He shifted in his seat and the lace shifted just right, sending blood to his groin. He stifled a whimper and prayed that none of the other guys had heard what did slip past his lips. During the second period the intensity grew. Ottawa scored on a power play to take the lead. Shane retaliated with a hard check to an opponent, the impact jarring through his body. But even the brute force of the collision couldn't drown out the thrill he felt from this secret. As he skated back to the bench he realized that the lace was now cradling his half hard cock in a devilishly pleasant way. "Hollander get your head in the game!" His lineman yelled as they set up for the next shift. Shane nodded, but he knew that would be an impossible task. He imagined Hayden knowing and pictured a smug look on his rivals face. that thought only heightened the sensation. During a penalty call, Shane looked over at Hayden who was trash talking another Mett. Hayden caught his eyes and his expression shifted. Fuck. Shane thought. He knows. The puck dropped and Shane exploded off the bench. He intercepted a pass and made a break away towards Ottawa's net. The crowd roared but all he could think about was the sliding of lace against his growing erection. He deked the goalie, slapping a shot that dinged off the post. Close, but not a goal. He circled around and huffed in frustration. How could a stupid pair of panties throw him off his game this badly? He would have never missed that shot otherwise! By midway of the second period, Shane was a mess. His plays were sharp but fueled by a bizarre adrenaline that had his sweating profusely. His thoughts were consumed and he liked it. God he liked it. And the make matters worse, he started thinking about Ilya...on his knees...kissing up Shane's thigh to- NOT NOW! He yelled at himself. Shane was all to aware of the sensations in his body now, and not just his arousal. The pressure of his skates on his feet, the weight of his helmet on his head. He wanted to rip his gear off and let someone have their way with him. He wanted Ilya. A whistle blew for icing and Shane lined up to face off with Pike.
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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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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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After Hours (My Moon, My Man) by Keullala
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-17
Shane Hollander knew three things for certain: He looked great in tailored suits, deadlines were negotiable if you were charming enough and Ilya Rozanov had never looked at him the way Shane wanted. But that was about to change. or, the office siren Shane x hot boss Ilya fic, in which Shane makes it his mission to get under his hot boss' skin by obnoxiously flirting with him and maybe -just maybe- it's working
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“Hollander? You are still here?” Rozanov called, breaking the TV static silence filling Shane’s head. He blinked. “Uh. Yeah, just leaving,” he answered, surprised by how steady his voice sounded. Good, that was good. He knew he couldn’t show Rozanov any weakness if he wanted to keep coming back. But did he want to come back if it made him feel like this? “Door is too heavy? Or I fuck you too good, you cannot move legs,” came Rozanov’s taunting response. Shane could practically see the tilted smirk on his face, cigarette smoke wafting around his freshly-showered curls. “Fuck off, Rozanov,” Shane muttered. _____________________ Or, I wrote something to add to the pile of subdrop!Shane in Vegas fics because legally by law I had to
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“Hollander. Relax. So you lost one game,” Ilya said. “Big deal. Win next time.”
“It is a big deal,” Shane said. His hands were clenched tightly into fists. “It’s not just the game. You know I can’t afford to fuck up like this, not this close to playoffs. It’s a pretty big deal. Fuck. And it’s my fault. I wasn’t focused. I can play better than that, and I just… didn’t.”
“Okay, your fault, so what?” Ilya shrugged. “You think you should be punished for this?”- Part 2 of missing scenes
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Five Things You Can See by lillyluna
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-15
“I am sad.” Ilya says shortly. “Very sad.” “Where do you feel it in your body?” Shane tries to help. “Feel what? The sadness?” Ilya looks at him like he’s gone insane. “Yes, the emotion.” Shane starts to feel unsure, “In your body where do you feel it?” Shane thinks of all the times he’s worried about Ilya; how that worry lives in his throat and in the tension of his shoulders.
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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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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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Ilya plans to win the Stanley cup and knows exactly how he wants to celebrate. OR While teasing Shane, Ilya shares a fantasy where his boyfriend wears a Rozanov jersey. Shane struggles with the conflicting feelings this fantasy evokes. -- Ilya pulled one hand to Shane’s knee and began to walk his fingers up the man’s thigh, now playing at nonchalance, even as his voice deepened. He held Shane’s gaze, capturing his full attention. “Imagine it. I finish the game, I celebrate on ice with my team, I hold the Cup up for cameramen to get good shot of me. I go to the press conference. I go to the after party… Then I come home…” “And I’m in your bed wearing only a Rozanov jersey, yeah? Number eighty-one?” Ilya grinned, dropping another open-mouthed kiss on Shane’s belly, never breaking eye contact. “I knew you would understand.”
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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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‘What are you doing?’ Shane asked but Ilya spoke over him. ‘I want to fuck you.’ Shane rolled his eyes. ‘You can fuck me at home, not in the changing rooms.’ ‘No, not in the changing room.’ Ilya pointed down to the ice beneath them. ‘Right here.’ Shane balked. His eyes widened in shock. Or: They have sex on the ice rink.
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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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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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A Feeling That I've Never Felt Before (And I Deserve It) by sterlingstars
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
He chuckles, low and smooth. "Ah, I see. Tell you what- your parents come by, we have dinner, yes? Have a little chat, all of that. But when they leave, and I get you to myself… let me take care of you, hm? For being brave." His heart skips a beat, his stomach swoops low and flutters. His cheeks definitely get warm, and he nods a little dumbly. "Yes, yeah. Please." Back at the cottage, Shane unravels a little after talking to his parents. But Ilya is here to pick up the pieces and help hold them together- and Shane deserves a little reward after facing his fears.
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Shane Hollander was caught kissing his boyfriend and rival, Ilya Rozanov, in the background of a video. He feels as if his world is crashing. Ilya is done hiding and Shane is terrified of the fallout. Shane chooses love but at what cost?
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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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Good Boy by Nituaii
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-11
"It is our first game of the season against them. But it is their first against us too. They may have won cups, may have been higher in the ranking. But they are not the same. They are weak. They are missing what made them special, who made them important." Ilyas eyes lingered on Shanes face before he turned back to address the room, slowly spinning to look all his team mates in the eyes. Or: Shane plays his first game with the Centaurs against his old team. Thinks happen and lead to other things
- Part 6 of
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Ilya loses a bet with Shane. They both get what they want, in the end.
- Part 2 of cobblestone (hollanov fics)
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