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"Seven years you've been fucking me," Shane pounds into him. "Seven years of being in control. And now look at you - face down, ass up, begging for cock like a bitch in heat."
Shane wins the Stanley Cup. Ilya gets his hole stuffed full of Stanley Cup winning Hollander in the nastiest way.
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Look at that. Another white guy with his little Asian sugar baby.
Twenty-seven years, and not once has a stranger looked at David Hollander and his son and seen a father. Then Ilya Rozanov sits beside him in a restaurant and a server says, "Can I get anything else for you and your son?" David does not correct him.`
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for jessica (or not) by 21cg
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
11 May 2026
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“I need your help.”
Ilya peers up again and raises an eyebrow. He pauses the video he was watching. “With?”
Shane fidgets. “I, uh… I can’t– I mean, I can but I’m not very good– Fuck, listen, just– Ineedyoutohelpmewithsex.”
A pause. A long pause. Ilya blinks a couple of times, mouth twitching at the corners. Then,
“You need me to teach you how to fuck your girl, Hollander?”
Shane needs help satisfying his girlfriend, Jessica. He turns to his roommate, Ilya, for help.
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Have you ever been to Paris? by itsbeenawhilebutistillfeelthesame
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
20 Feb 2026
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“Have you ever been to Paris?” Cliff questioned, shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
Ilya scrunched his eyebrows, shaking his head. “No. French are stupid.”
“No, Roz. Not like that.” Cliff chuckled.
“What other Paris is there?”
or, Ilya and Cliff go to Paris in a Boston hotel room.
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05 Jul 2026
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and I ask, how high? by flan (bitehard)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
20 Jun 2026
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"Do you want to have that day you said?
Shane stops nuzzling his sweatpants, breathes in a last time and turns around until he's face up looking at him. Ilya touches his face for a second; his freckles, the lovely cupid's bow of his lip, the tip of his nose. Shane blinks. "You're sure?"
Ilya doesn't laugh, but it is a close thing. Is he sure? Of being fucked to death by his husband? Easiest thing he's done in his life. "Yes. You want to—what. Use me?"
Shane breathing picks up, hitches. He tears his eyes away from Ilya's, turns again until he can easily raise Ilya's shirt to press a kiss on his stomach, into a bunch of freckles he has close to his belly button. Shane loves that place. "Yes, like—" he starts, and then stops.
"Like what?" Ilya encourages him.
"Like a toy."
Ilya thinks being free use for a day will be a piece of cake. Shane is glad to prove him wrong.
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