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Shane settles himself between Ilya’s spread legs, but all the wind is knocked out of him before he can even do anything. Ilya is so beautiful, and he’s trusting Shane with so much. He thinks back to that first time, spread out under Ilya in the sex condo, feeling like he’d been stripped down to the basest parts of himself, but not wanting to hide. He wants—needs—to give Ilya that same feeling.
Ilya and Shane switch it up.
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- Part 9 of puppy and/or bottom ilya
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a place between by Thementalistlover2013
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
29 Dec 2025
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Ilya crumpled against Shane. Outside, the lake was black glass. A bat cut across the moon again, quick and gone.
“She would like this place,” Ilya murmured softly, sniffling and failing to smile. “Quiet. No shouting. No boots.” His voice dropped. “She would love you.”
Shane pressed his mouth to Ilya’s hair, careful, reverent. “You are so beautiful, Ilya. So perfect. Your mother was right. I know she loved you so much because I can see her in you.” Ilya whimpered softly, eyes closing and lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
(They make it to the cottage but Ilya's got a lot of unresolved trauma and wakes Shane up in the throes of a nightmare. In the quiet of their cottage they work through some of it).
Added an epilogue:
“You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Ilya?” Shane’s voice was soft and deep. He loved watching how Ilya reacted-biting his own lip and closing his eyes, a tear spilling down as his thrusts became erratic. Ilya was a really emotional person and, deep down, wanted to be told he was good, even if he would deny himself it.
“Please, please, please l-let me.” Ilya mumbled out, words heavily accented and wet as he gasped for air.
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stay right here, don't ever leave (it's you, it's you) by goldstar (xxstarcrossed)
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
21 Jun 2026
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“What did you mean?” Ilya finally asked, dragging his dirty hand over his dirty skin, feeling the tingle deep in his belly. He couldn’t get hard again so soon if he tried, but damn would he love to try.
Hollander made a sleepy noise next to him, but didn’t actually answer, so Ilya continued. “Carrier, Hollander. What this mean?”
He thought he understood the English word, but it’s clear that Ilya is missing something the way Hollander goes bright red under his arm. Between one blink and the next Hollander’s sitting up in the bed, back turned to Ilya, and Ilya felt his whole world tilt and he doesn’t know why.
“Some… my dad’s family has this recessive trait. Very rare. Like super rare.” Hollander took a shaky breath, letting it out almost immediately. “There’s a low, really low, chance that I could get pregnant. If we have, you know, anal sex.”
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- Part 1 of hollanov carrier verse
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“What do you want me to do moya lyubov'?” he asked.
“Want you to suck my dick,” Shane said, his voice firm as he pushed at Ilya's head a little. “Wanna come down your throat please– fuck–” he whined as Ilya let his cock drag particularly slowly against Shanes own. “You’ll let me right?”
Ilya had to bite back a whimper, what he wanted to say was ‘yes Shane, i’ll be good, i’ll suck your dick all day long, please let me kneel at your feet, use me whenever you want i’ll be a good dog for you’.
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Or, Ilya Rozanov has a sweat kink and is a dumb dog about it
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Shane climbs on top of him then, swinging a muscular thigh over Ilya’s shoulder, and then he’s seated on Ilya’s chest, his knees framing Ilya’s head, leaning back so he can still look down and lock eyes with him. “You can do this, can’t you? Just be good and keep that mouth open for me. Let me grind on your tongue, make myself feel good since you can’t do it.”
And it’s a lie, of course it is, both of them know Ilya was making Shane feel so good he couldn’t even handle it, but fuck. Ilya nods, desperate and dizzy with it, opening his mouth already, showing his tongue off to Shane like he’s proving himself, look at me, I can follow commands, I can open my mouth for you, I can stick my tongue out and pant for you like a fucking dog, he thinks.
“Fuck, you look stupid,” is the last thing Shane says before he lifts his hips up, taking his weight off of Ilya’s chest, and lowers himself down until his cheeks are smothering Ilya, until Ilya’s tongue is right against his hole, warm and engulfing, and Shane’s balls are resting heavy on his face.
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Part 3 of pathetic, loser, stoner, frat bro Ilya x cool, confident, slightly mean jock Shane
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- Part 3 of Stoner Ilya