6 Bookmarks by thehundredthly
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No Longer Bracing by W0LFS0NG
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
13 Apr 2026
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Two months after becoming a Boston Raider, Shane was still bracing, waiting for something to go wrong.
Eventually, however, he realizes he doesn’t have to.
Ilya has some feelings about it too.Series
- Part 2 of Boston AU
- Part 2 of My Autistic Shane Hollander Writings
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what’s gonna be left of the world (if you’re not in it) by PrincessAmericaChavez
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
23 Mar 2026
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“What? Hollander too scared to face me?” Ilya chirps, because if he goes another minute without at least mentioning the man that has been consuming his every thought for two weeks he might go insane. He needs someone else to acknowledge his existence, his absence, to fucking tell him what’s going on so he can finally get it off his mind. It’s just a stupid mystery. That’s why it bugs him.
And then Hayden Pike looks up. Dark bruised circles under his eyes, face pale like a sheet, eyes red rimmed and puffy like he has been crying all day. The face of a man mourning.
Ilya feels like the ice might crack under him. Something’s wrong with Shane.
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Set pre-Tuna melt: something has happened to Shane Hollander, but of course no one is telling his life long rival what happened.
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17 Mar 2026
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not finished 1/4 but i want to know what will happen when it actually is finished
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You took away my sight- leaving my eyes hollow. by Rustymafia
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
01 Mar 2026
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I lifted my head and felt the bed dip to my left, my heart stuttering as my vision was engulfed in pitch black darkness- causing me to let out an involuntary whine.
"Hush." He commanded, his voice slightly softer. "You will feel good this way."
He finished tying the tie around my head before giving it a slight tug, seemingly finding it good enough.
My thoughts spiralled into a brutal hurricane.
'He doesn't want to see me shirtless, he doesn't want to look at my face, he doesn't want me touching him, he doesn't want to kiss me, am I that disgusting?'
I was pulled from my thoughts at the feeling of hands gently gripping my hips, careful fingers tapping lightly at my waistband.
"Is okay that I remove these?" Rosanov asked, always the gentlemen for consent.
I was unsure if he was looking at me, so I muttered out a- "Yes."
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Shane was sure that his drop in Vegas was the only one that was going to happen.
Unfortunately for him, he was wrong.(TRIGGER WARNING- SEXUAL ASSAULT (not Ilya who does it, I would NEVER.)
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22 Feb 2026
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Safe Enough to Sink by hollzy81
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
15 Dec 2025
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Post-sex, Shane wakes up nonverbal and floaty in Ilya’s arms at the cottage.
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06 Feb 2026
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I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask by Riverside7724
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
04 Feb 2026
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After Vegas, Shane is convinced Ilya is done with him, and finds another man to sleep with in a desperate hope to fix whatever is wrong with him. Except Shane drops hard after his one night stand, and accidently picks up a call from Ilya while he's sobbing on the floor of his hotel room.
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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.