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Lily: He get under your skin? That why you fought him?
Jane: Yeah. I guess so.
Lily: That is my job. He is stealing my thing too.
Lily: Maybe you are getting easier to piss off. Am I not special?Jane: You’re such an asshole.
Lily: So much attitude, Hollander. Would fuck it out of you if I was there. Bet your adrenaline is still high from fight. Fuck that out of you too.
Okay. That—is a change of tune.
Shane exhales. His dick is already twitching with interest, which is not really surprising; it doesn’t take a lot of this kind of attention from Rozanov to get him ready to go. He thinks about Ilya pressing him into the mattress, strong hand between his shoulder blades, fucking into him like he’s trying to drill him through the mattress, and it’s hot, it’s—not right.
Shane wants to kiss him.
He imagines himself in Ilya’s lap, kissing him as best he can between bounces, panting heavily into his mouth, tasting him on every press of their lips.
Jane: No. I’d ride you.
OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off
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“You get wet like a girl,” Ilya murmurs, sliding his thumb across the slit of Shane’s dick, tracing through the pre leaking from him like a faucet. “Soft hands like a girl, wet like a girl,” his head ducks, mouthing at his jaw, grinning, then he hears Shane whimper. “Get fucked like a girl.”
“I’m not—” Shane huffs, frustrated, but despite that, his hips twitch upward, chasing Ilya’s touch.
“No, no. You are not a girl, sweetheart,” A nip to the sensitive skin just below his jaw, quickly soothed by a swipe of tongue. He tastes like clean sweat, freshly showered before coming to the hotel room, he’s sure, but glistening with sweat now that he’s beneath Ilya’s hands, beneath his mouth, wrapped in his words. “But you are my girl. You want to be a good girl, hm? Yes?”
Within his grasp, Hollander’s cock twitches, another pulse of slick mess dripping down the side of him, smeared across the pad of Ilya’s thumb. “Rozanov.”
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Shane isn't a girl, but he sure doesn't mind when Ilya calls him one.
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
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23 Dec 2025
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He nuzzles against the exposed skin of his neck, inhaling the scent that clings to his suit jacket collar. It’s perfect.
“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.
“What?”
“You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.
Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.
“You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”
OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas
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princess treatment by lavender (punchinginadream)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
19 Dec 2025
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“Fuck, Hollander, are you hard?”
“No!” Shane’s voice comes out in a squeak. His skin flushes, and he has to put effort into keeping his hands where they are instead of pressing them into the crotch of his sweats to cover up… absolutely nothing. Nope, definitely not his stiffening cock.
– or, ilya calls shane “princess” as an insult, and shane reacts by… getting a boner?
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22 Dec 2025