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Ilya has a surprise for Shane. ---- “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. Drifting down his chest towards his aching cock. Shane’s excitement burned fast and bright, tightening low in his stomach until it felt less like arousal and more like need. The longer Ilya made him wait, the worse it got. Every second without him another reminder of how badly Shane wanted him. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” A low chuckle answered him. “Did I?” Rough fingers caught his ankle and pulled his leg straight. “Hold still, baby.” Shane forced his body to be still, barely breathing as every bone in his body begged for the Russian’s touch. Ilya lifted his leg and pressed his foot against solid muscle. His thigh. The realization sent a shiver through him. Something soft wrapped around his ankle, tightening fast. A cuff. “Baby,” Shane gasped, the word tearing out of him. “Mmhmm?” Lips brushed just above the leather - unhurried, possessive - before his leg was lowered and the other lifted. The second cuff clicked closed. “You good, moya dusha?” “Yeah,” Shane panted, rolling his ankles. The leather was absurdly soft. “Let me see you.” “Almost.” Ilya told him, earning a groan of frustration. His rich laugh vibrated over Shane’s skin. “Patience.” “I’ve been fucking patient.” Ilya just laughed again, and his body weight left the bed. Shane strained without thinking, chest lifting off the mattress, chasing heat that was already gone. Don’t leave. Don’t- “Baby-” Shane hardly recognized his own voice. “I’m still here.” Ilya’s voice was suddenly close. Warm lips brushed Shane’s mouth. Just enough. “Fuck,” Ilya murmured. “Y ou’re beautiful.” “Rozanov, please.” “I love when you sound like that.” Then he was gone again. Something heavy landed at the foot of the bed. Shane frowned beneath the scarf, confusion threading through the lust. His right foot was lifted, leg straightened. Metal tapped metal. What is that? Hands tightened around the cuff. Then his other ankle was lifted. The cuffs were attached to something, he felt it before he understood it. The bed shifted. Shane was tugged downward just enough to stretch his arms fully overhead. “Fuck!” “Know what it is?” Weight settled over him before he could answer. Thighs framing his chest. The scarf was stripped away. Light rushed back in and there was Ilya, looming above him, his curls a halo around his face, eyes sharp, cock hard and leaking. “Ilya…” Shane’s tongue flicked out without thinking, brushing the flushed head of Ilya’s cock. A sound tore from Ilya’s chest. “So pretty.” he muttered, shifting his cock out of Shane’s reach. He cupped Shane’s cheek, tipped his head back. Shane sucked his thumb into his mouth, eyes locked on Ilya’s face. On the tight jaw, the way his curls brushed his forehead when his brow furrowed. “Fuck,” Ilya groaned. “Look at you.” Shane hollowed his cheeks around the digit, sucking hard. Fingers tangled in his hair, jerking his head back just enough to steal his breath. “Do you want to be my slut tonight?” Ilya whispered, stroking Shane’s cock once, then twice, then letting it slap back against his stomach. “Forever,” Shane moaned. God, forever. “Want to be good for you. Let me be good for you.” “Open your mouth.”
- Part 1 of Stolen Moments
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hotel, motel, holiday inn by mandathegreat
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-30
Shane’s hands shook a bit as he knocked at the door, once, twice, three times. He waited, only a few seconds before the door opened, and Ilya Rozanov stood before him. His voice cracked a bit as he spoke. “Your luggage is here, Mister Rozanov, sir.” ... Or: Married Shane and Ilya revisit their bellboy role-play from the cottage.
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Shane, who has been in the process of unmasking his autism after his very late diagnosis post- retirement, comes across a fun new problem: verbal shutdowns in bed. Ilya helps him calm down and navigate newly discovered terrain.
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Hidden in Plain Sight by Ineffableoutpost
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
5 times Ilya teases and flirts with Shane in public without getting caught, and 1 time they do get caught.
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With the recent news of Shane's pregnancy, Ilya becomes much more territorial and possessive, resulting in a getaway to the cottage where, with a bit of luck, they both can get rid of the tension that has been on their shoulders.
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Ilya annoys Shane by smoking after one of their late night hotel meet-ups (before The Cottage), and Shane finds out that he actually doesn’t hate smoking as much.
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Ilya’s blood has always run hotter than Shane's.
Or: Yay Hollanov free use! Everybody cheered!
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"I have been thinking." Shane lifts his head off the pillow only as much as necessary to turn his face toward Ilya. Ilya continues to trace nonsensical lines and shapes on Shane's bare back, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. "Hmm?" "I have been thinking. I think I will retire at end of season." Shane and Ilya are turning 40. Things are changing. Shane's not handling it well.
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Shane’s an Omega in denial. Ilya’s the Alpha who can make him admit his want. One tough game later, the truth comes out as Shane finally gives into his inner desires. or Ilya is just a little shit with ridiculously good looks
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Shane hasn't gotten a physical in years, and it may affect his ability to play. Ilya is loving and firm, Shane is anxious; they get through it together.
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Then It Hits (That I'm Damned) by ssomethingwild
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“Rozy—shit,” he manages, voice strangled, want bubbling molten and inescapable in his gut, hips trembling with the force of not rudely bucking up into Rozanov’s warm, far too talented mouth. Because I just wanted you to fuck me, he thinks after he’ s finished making Shane unravel with soft, unforgiving motions, as Rozanov—as Ilya—laves his tongue hungrily over the mess dripping down the planes of his abdomen, blinking overwhelmed tears away from the diminuendo of pleasure. But then I became greedy. And now all I want is for you to love me. Or: despite the initial fear, the world doesn't end when Shane Hollander realizes he loves Ilya Rozanov. Now, he just has to convince Ilya of that same truth. An adjusted timeline. A collection of moments. A story about completing someone, despite the odds.
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папочка by Allhallowstheark
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, heated rivalry - Fandom
2025-12-27
“How is your father?” He asked, looking at Ilya’s incredibly neutral expression. “Ah you speak Russian now?” “I know the word for Father.” -------- Exploring why Shane knows the Russian word for Father.
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Shane dropped his gaze. “You’re really going to make me ask?” “Yes,” Ilya said. “You ask, maybe you get. So, ask.” “Okay,” Shane said. “I want you to fuck me.” Ilya started to laugh. “Don’t—this isn’t a fucking joke, alright?” Shane snapped. “Shut up. I want it to be different. Or, no—the same, but more. I want you to just make me fucking take it. Shit. I don’t know how to ask you for this.” “No, no, is good start so far,” Ilya said. “Go back to the part where I get to make you fucking take it. That’s good. Tell me more.”
- Part 1 of missing scenes
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They've been at it for hours. Or rather, Shane has been at it for hours. He's come three times already, each one unsatisfying and unfulfilling, but Ilya won't let him stop, won’t just give him what he wants. “Please… please, I-Ilya…” Shane’s voice is hoarse as he pleads, but Ilya ignores him, piercing eyes sharp in the mirror as he watches intently. He brings his lips to Shane's neck, a hand sliding down his chest to dip between his thighs. “Don't stop.”
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“Have you ever fucked yourself all the way through after you’ve come?” he asked, his warm, broad frame taking up the entire expanse of Shane’s back, and Shane’s brain was already hazy with the heady feeling of Ilya all around him. “What?” he asked slowly, trying to force his brain to catch up with what Ilya was saying. “Just what I said,” Shane could feel Ilya’s hard cock at the base of his spine, “Have you kept going after you’ve come?” He tried to think, even as Ilya’s distracting mouth was on his neck again. His breath stuttered, but Ilya was persistent, “Tell me.” “I don’t-” he shook his head slightly, like his ears were filled with water, “I don’t think so.” Or, Ilya pushes Shane to his limit.
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Before the Montreal vs. Boston game, Ilya proposes a bet: Loser does whatever the winner wants later that night. Simple. Until losing means that Shane has to try something new. But whatever Ilya wants, Ilya gets. And Ilya wants Shane dressed up all pretty for him.
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these are the memories i keep by bluerosebouquet
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-25
“You’re being difficult.” “I am not being difficult, Hollander, you are the one being difficult and annoying.” “I just don’t see what the big deal is,” Shane had his phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he moved around his kitchen, making breakfast, “It’s not like it’s some kind of classified information.” “Is just not important,” Ilya said evasively, and Shane could hear the sound of his fridge opening on the other end. “I think your birthday is very important,” Shane said stubbornly, setting his glass down a little harder than he meant to, so that it clacked against the countertop, “I don’t know why you’re acting like this about it.”
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Shane isn't sick. (He definitely is.) Ilya is a good husband who knows what Shane needs.
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“Hi,” Hollander says, leaning forward, his lips grazing Ilya’s. Ilya pulls back. “Are you going to behave?” Hollander considers this and, for a rare moment this evening, sounds completely genuine when he responds, “Is that what you want?” Or Shane walks Ilya like a dog and gets exactly what he wants.
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“Shane Hollander,” Ilya gasped, faux-aghast. “You are wet. Wet like pussy.” Shane flushed and tried to squirm out of Rozanov’s grasp, to no avail. “S’just sweat,” he murmured. “It’s just fucking… hot in here.” Ilya’s strong grip tightened, vice-like, around Shane’s hip. His grin curled into something cruel, something bright and sparkling. “Is not hot. You are bad liar. Take it off.”
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