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All year Shane had been fighting the desperate creeping desires spreading inside him, hoping they would wither and die in the airless forgotten dark of his dreams and now Rozanov, the only player at camp who might've been better at hockey than Shane, with his newly-long legs and newly-defined abs and his indifferent smirking gaze, was lying (maybe) hard above him, asking wildly inappropriate questions and claiming it was all normal and fine and good? Nonsense. If this was normal, Shane was missing way more social cues in his day-to-day life than he thought.
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In which Shane and Ilya meet at hockey camp as teens and a bunch of other things also go differently. Not a teen fic tho I promise!- Language:
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Ilya:
9/10 she had frecklesShane:
7.5/10 Medium dick but he ate my ass like he was starving for it---
Shane and Ilya call it quits after the All-Stars game when Ilya says they can't be anything. He says no one will fuck Shane like he can, and Shane takes that personally, starting a two year cycle of sending each other ratings of the other people they fuck
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"What a useless thing," Shane mutters, reaching forward to grasp Ilya's dick. He gathers his hefty balls in his grasp as well, his hand acting as an improvised cock ring. Ilya actually whines slightly at the words, his hips moving as he humps pathetically up in Shane's grasp. "This dildo fits in my pussy perfectly; makes my cock so wet. Why would I need this to fill me up?"
"Shane, please," Ilya finally speaks up, a desperate edge evident in his voice as he starts to beg. "Please let me fuck you. I can fuck you so good, I promise, much better than dildo."
"Hm, no, I don't think so," Shane hums, grip still tight. "Bad dogs don't get to fuck wet pussies. They get to hump the air and whine like the horny mutts they are."
or the sequel to Plain Jane, featuring the consequences of one's actions
- Part 2 of Shane is Mean™
- Part 3 of Hollanov Smut
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violent ends with friends that go by Anonymous
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-04-15
Whatever this thing with Marleau is, Hayden’s prepared to ignore it. It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything, because Hayden isn’t gay.
- Part 2 of dogfish pond
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It’s the alcohol, Shane thinks, and all this talk of marrying someone for citizenship, that somehow lands him in Ilya’s bed, role-playing as his newly wedded wife.
It’s all just pretend, of course.
Even if Shane and Ilya both enjoy playing their roles a little too well.
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A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.
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When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.
The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.
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Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE
- Part 1 of Bellboy
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“Oh, so is my fault I am big strong top with giant Russian dick and all little bitch boys want to bend over for me? No one cares about my prostate?" _______________________________________ They fuck around. Then they find out.
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“No, no. Answer. Tell me. How’s it feel to be a fucking winner, and then to bend over and take my cock? You feel like a winner, Hollander? Do you feel like a winner now?” Ilya hisses. He’s being cruel. There is no choice, he just is, no matter how much he hates it. It doesn’t help anything. He can’t stop it.
“Yes,” Shane hisses. “Fuck, yes. I’m a fucking winner,” he gasps.
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Ilya takes Sasha up on his offer to do cocaine during the 2014 Sochi Olympics, and then he fucks Shane instead of dealing with his feelings.
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He watches the tape again over dinner. Listens to Rozanov moan inside a girl's pussy while he eats. By the time he finishes his last bite, Rozanov's inside her, her nails raking down his back, her mouth twisted open in pleasure, and Shane's hard in his pants.
So, Shane puts his plate in the sink and goes back to his room. Starts the video over.
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A sex tape of Ilya with a girl leaks. Shane reacts normally.
- Part 1 of all my perversions
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Everything Shane has ever done has resulted in something else. People would call that karma, or physics, but Shane knows better. There are moments he’s sure he has the ability to control everything with a right or wrong thought. And there are moments of clarity where he knows this isn’t true.
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Alligator Bites Never Heal by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-03-15
His outstretched glove hangs there, frozen, as the noise of the arena mutates into a ringing buzz. Then he’s moving, pushed away by Marlow, and then Boston’s goalie. There’s a flurry of movement, a trainer with a towel, more blood dripping onto the ice, and he just. Stands there. Staring.
Ilya is helped off the ice. Shane doesn’t even tap his stick.
Remember when Sidney Crosby caught a puck with his jaw? That doesn't happen to Shane. That happens to Ilya.
- Part 1 of Alligator Bites Verse
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The Hollanov Baseball AU no one asked for but my brain supplied because I'm more of a baseball nerd than a hockey nerd.
Shane Hollander (pitcher) and Ilya Rozanov (catcher) are both drafted straight out of the High School League into the MLB. What bits of their story are different, and what bits are eternal?
This fic is complete and binge safe!
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“No one else knows of these,” Ilya tells him, and there it is, that glint of possessiveness in Hollander’s eyes. It makes Ilya’s head reel. And it is why he doesn’t hesitate to say, “I could mark you just like that. If you want.”
“Would last longer than bruises,” Ilya continues. “Maybe forever.”
- Part 1 of Through-and-Through
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"It starts with an auction at his mom’s charity. Shane’s eyes scan through the various pieces, and finally settle on a mannequin at the end of the row. The black felt is wrapped in layers of corded red rope. Layers and layers of intricate knots, lines doubling back on one another, building tessellating diamonds and swirls in luxuriously-soft silk. It cages the mannequin’s torso, running over nondescript lumps in its chest area, under its arms, and—Shane’s tongue darts out, moistening his dry lips—down around the androgynous pubic mound. A thought flashes through his mind. I wonder how that would feel on me. "
- Part 4 of we’ve got bad things to do
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Fluent in What We Never Named by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-28
Shane blinked at Rose. "What," he asked, voice flattening. His fingers twitched against his glass, condensation dripping onto the tablecloth. The words didn't compute. A relationship dynamic sounded like something from a psychology textbook, not whatever chaotic, magnetic pull existed between him and Ilya. "What dynamic? Nothing like that is going on."
Rose’s fingers froze against her glass. She studied Shane’s face. Watching the furrow between his brows, the way his jaw tensed like he was bracing for impact. He genuinely didn’t know. The realization hit her then. “Shane,” she said slowly, “you seriously don’t see it?”
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Shane realizes that he and Ilya are in a very under negotiated D/s relationship
Google doc of fic chapter 5 starts on page 72!
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feel your heart beating on my skin by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-28
Their eyes lock, and for a moment the only sound in the room is their panting. The moment feels heavy, stretched thin, like both of them are waiting for it to snap.
And then Shane slaps him.
It’s not too hard - probably not even enough to leave a mark - but the sting of it is the spark that lights the flame. Ilya’s eyes roll back inside his head. His mouth drops open in a silent gasp as ecstasy rolls through his body like a forest fire, scorching every one of his nerve endings with white-hot desire.
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It’s midterms week, and Shane wants no distractions. Specifically, he wants no distractions from Ilya. Naturally, Ilya has to test those boundaries. (Or: 3.5K words of Ilya edging Shane.)
- Part 3 of we’ve got bad things to do
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Buckle On Your Belt by bunniesarebad
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-02-22
Shane has a new thing he does in bed now. He says: “Tell me I’m your favorite." "Tell me I suck you better than anyone else." "Tell me I’m the best fuck." Ilya knows he must have wanted to say this before, but thought it was too revealing. He still only says it when he’s pretty lost in what they’re doing. Ilya loves it. Loves anytime Shane is desperate and possessive and needy. It’s one of his favorite ways for Shane to be. He thinks this, and he doesn’t think anything else because he is very stupid, maybe. He says “yes yes yes” and watches Shane light up. Sometimes he says “I don’t know” just to make him blush harder, work harder, cry harder. Get even hungrier underneath him. ... Instead of Ilya pitching an open relationship in TLG, he finds out Shane thinks they already have one. Or: Ilya finally realizes how deeply he fucked Shane up by conditioning him to accept that he would never be enough for Ilya. He tries to address this insecurity in true tuna-melt fashion by showing Shane fuckboy-era sex tapes of himself with other people. Somehow, they still manage to work it out. The first time it comes up they’re still in that happy, sunshine-filled, impossible bubble. Those two weeks at the cottage, the very first time. Shane is hanging over his shoulder, pretending to supervise the way he’s frying bacon, actually just abusing the fact that they can touch as often as they want for the first time in a decade. Ilya cannot even tease him about this because he does the same thing. Finds himself plastered to Shane’s back while he showers, “helping” him take out the trash, generally being a nuisance and high on the fact that the only thing it causes is laughter, teasing. No leaving. No breaking the thing they have between them. No clock counting down minutes until he has to pretend to want to leave. “Sorry Ottawa has, like, no nightlife,” Shane says, like Ilya has any idea what he’s talking about when he’s speaking mostly into the side of his neck. He wiggles his head so he can kiss the side of Shane’s ear, edging Shane further back so he isn’t at risk of getting popped with the grease. “How will I survive the boredom, you think?” Shane laughs and it’s like someone plugged in Ilya’s cord, like he’s switched on, like he’s powered by Shane’s joy and noises and the smile he can feel against his skin. “Wellll, I’m not always here, you know. Almost never during the season. You’ll still have to spend a bunch of time bored here by yourself. Although, it’s not too far a drive to Montreal.” Shane’s smile is fading now, he can feel it where they’re still pressed together. “Is okay. When my boring boyfriend is not here, his boring family says I am welcome anytime.” And Shane is melting, grinning at that, and Ilya decides the bacon is done enough. It’s not like Shane will agree to eat any of it anyway. He doesn’t even know to be scared then. It’s so small. … Three months later Shane has a new thing he does in bed now. He says, “Tell me I’m your favorite, tell me I suck you better than anyone else, tell me I’m the best fuck”. Ilya knows he must have wanted to say this before, but thought it was too revealing. He still only says it when he’s pretty lost in what they’re doing. Ilya loves it. Loves anytime Shane is desperate and possessive and needy. It’s one of his favorite ways for Shane to be. He thinks this, and he doesn’t think anything else because he is very stupid, maybe. He says “yes yes yes” and watches Shane light up. Sometimes he says “I don’t know” just to make him blush harder, work harder, cry harder. Get even hungrier underneath him. ... Another month passes and it is hard, being Shane’s boyfriend. Much better and much easier but much harder too, than just being Lily. He’s never been owned before like this. Except by the team who holds his contract, or his obligations to his family, his country. This type of owning feels freer. But it also means he has significantly less ways to make himself forget how far away he is from what he wants. How many things could happen that would break this forever. How long it’s going to be before he can see Shane again. It’s easier at home because of his team, or when he plays in Ottawa and Montreal because of Yuna and David, who he really does like to spend time with. It feels greedy almost, like he’s tricking them, when he comes over and gets all that care and attention and he hasn’t even brought Shane. They overlook this loss and act like he’s supposed to be there anyway. When he’s on the road in other cities and won’t see Shane for a while his fantasies get weirder and more embarrassing than they even were before all this, which is saying something. He wants to quit his job. Be Shane’s puck bunny. WAG maybe. Follow him on the road, show up in the WAGS section with some little kid who looks like Shane on his lap. Make him weird macrobiotic food and ask about his day and drop off his dry cleaning. He might actually consider it if it wouldn’t mean never getting Shane on the ice again, which is simply unbearable, even more than being 1000 miles away and not even getting a text back because his boyfriend is busy with some event. Shane never mentions it and he rarely mentions it to Shane except to say 53 days, 14 days, 2 days. He thinks there’s no point in talking about what they can’t change. He thinks they’re in that together. … One of his favorite parts of being a boyfriend, on the very very long list of favorite things that include not having to pretend he doesn’t want to lick Shane’s freckles at literally every opportunity and getting to hear Shane talk about him in the future tense is ditching condoms. He thinks it can’t feel much different for Shane, at least during, but Shane was made in a laboratory specifically to drive him insane with lust and comes faster when they don’t use them, just from knowing they’re that much closer, just from thinking about how Ilya’s going to stay in him afterwards, dripping out slow, leaving him just slightly less empty. He tells him this with his cheeks red and his lips all puffy and his eyes glazed over and his hand rubbing his lower stomach like he can feel where Ilya’s come inside him. This is lucky for Ilya because Ilya absolutely comes way faster than usual. He keeps thinking he’s going to get used to it but so far that is not the case. It’s still so much fucking hotter, wetter, softer he ends up ordering Shane to come before him. Or pulling out and eating Shane as a breather before he keeps on fucking into him, all messy and open and so sensitive he tears up and smacks into Ilya’s back with his heels. What a hardship. So, part of him is kind of relieved when Shane wants to keep using them sometimes. He’s not completely surprised. Shane mostly drops his aversion to all things mess when he pops a boner but it comes back tragically fast in the aftermath when the sheets are wet and tangled up and the pillows aren’t in the right place. He’s completely insane and Ilya loves it, loves him, loves being ordered to grab a towel for gods sake. So whenever Shane kind of awkwardly asks about using condoms again sometimes, he doesn’t mind at all. It just means he can focus on driving Shane out of his mind and crawling inside him and not having to do English language conjugations in his head to keep from going off too fast like he hasn’t had to since he was a teenager, before Shane ruined him, turned him into whatever he was now. If there’s a pattern to when Shane asks, if it lines up
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Shane stares at the fabric in his hands and takes a deep breath. He’ll never hear the fucking end of it if he wears this thing out. He’ll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t. Lose-lose, really. A whoop sounds out behind him as Shane slips the jersey over his head. It sits awkwardly, though he can’t tell if that’s because the material is brand new or because his body won’t relax. It’s hot, as if the fabric lettering on the back is branding his skin. As if he’ll take off the jersey and be marked for life: ROZANOV. 81. Shane wears Ilya's jersey out in public. Ilya has very strong feelings about it.
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sandcastles (all the pleasure, none of the burden) by prettyshadow (theaujasmin)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-02-21
“H’rder,” Shane whines into his mouth, not even trying to interrupt the kiss but speaking pathetically muffled and slurred around Ilya’s tongue. Ilya knocks their foreheads together, smiles. “Nooooo Ilya, not before the game, Ilya,” he whines, a sweetly mocking imitation of Shane, “and now look at you, mhm? Why should I ever listen to your complaining, baby, when you’re gonna be such an easy, perfect slut for it anyways?” Or: Shane plays four-dimensional chess to get Ilya to fuck him even when he tells him no, for Shane-typical control freak reasons, in Shane-typical convoluted ways, with Shane-typical unawareness of this being a sex freak thing. Ilya provides, of course.
- Part 1 of quantum mechanics
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