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follow the sparks, i'll drive by nomsy
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
19 Mar 2026
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Ilya just stares for a good thirty seconds. Shane’s eyes meet his while he sucks the toy, and he looks nervous but determined, like always when he’s decided that getting over himself and showing off for Ilya will be worth the payoff.
“What -” Ilya’s voice comes out raspy. “What are you doing?”
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Or, Ilya teases Shane about a threesome one too many times and then gets jealous of an inanimate object.
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01 May 2026
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Operation: Fuck Ilya Rozanov by songstress
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
31 Mar 2026
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Ilya Rozanov-Hollander woke up on the sixth anniversary of the day he told his husband he loved him for the first time, and thought: I want Shane to fuck me.
Shane, tucked under his arm and snoring softly into his armpit, warbled on unaware.
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- Part 1 of Take Me Apart
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01 May 2026
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After tuna meltdown, Shane had to go back inside. What he saw changed everything.
(Or, the lovers to friends to boyfriends fic that has eaten my brain.)
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28 Apr 2026
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He changed the angle.
Just a subtle shift of his wrist—tilting the dildo upward so the curved head kissed Shane’s prostate dead-on with every thrust.
The effect was immediate.
Shane’s back bowed violently. A high, girlish squeak bursted out of him—cute, almost shocked, the kind of sound he’d deny making forever. Then his mouth fell open in a silent scream. No noise at all for several long heartbeats. Just the obscene, wet squelch-squelch-squelch of the toy plunging in and out, lube foaming at the base, cream gathering in sticky white rings around his stretched rim.
His inner thighs shook harder—violent, uncontrollable tremors. His whole lower body vibrated. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming intensity of it.
Then the air rushed back into his lungs.
A broken, keening whine tore out of him, followed by another, and another—loud, desperate, shameless. He thrashed weakly in Ilya’s hold, not trying to get away, just overwhelmed, body short-circuiting from pleasure.
Ilya was losing it.
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24 Apr 2026
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“Good game,” Ilya snarks, he can’t help it, and Hollander shoves him hard enough into the wall that he only narrowly avoids banging his head. “You looked so hot, that goal in the second, you deserve reward—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Hollander says, and he slams into Ilya with hardly less ferocity than they’d hit each other during the game, crushing their mouths together.
Ilya’s vision whites out, his knees nearly buckle. He’s grateful for the wall as he grabs at Hollander and pulls him in tight, shoving a thigh between Hollander’s legs, sucking and biting at his lips, groaning loud and uninhibited as Hollander’s hand comes up to the back of his neck, fingers twisting into his curls. The kiss is furious and wet and hot and so much, Ilya is so fucking hot for it, he’s been thinking about this for weeks, reading through his text thread with Jane, jerking off almost every night with the memory of the last time playing in a loop behind his eyelids.
He’s never wanted anything like he wants sex with Hollander, and it sort of feels like they’ve already been going at it for hours, every glance and chirp and hit on the ice has been building to this, working him, driving him fucking crazy.
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21 Apr 2026