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calcified and useless (should i try and do it?) by probablylily for livelyvague
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
21 Jan 2026
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"I can't be pregnant."
Ilya made a low noise. "I know it is shocking, Shane, but the doctor said—"
"No, Ilya, that's not what I mean. I'm not in denial or anything. I'm telling you. I can't be pregnant."
Ilya shook his head. "Well, you are."
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Or: the post-TLG shanebortion fic.
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22 Mar 2026
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Restless For Your Touch by alex_q111
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
03 Mar 2026
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Ilya slithers a hand to the hollow of Shane’s throat, resting it there.
“Everything?” he repeats.
“Yes, sir.”
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Shane and Ilya’s little date by a pool table turns into a heated collision of desire and control.
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22 Mar 2026
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all my perversions by probablylily for connorstorriethinker
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
20 Mar 2026
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He watches the tape again over dinner. Listens to Rozanov moan inside a girl's pussy while he eats. By the time he finishes his last bite, Rozanov's inside her, her nails raking down his back, her mouth twisted open in pleasure, and Shane's hard in his pants.
So, Shane puts his plate in the sink and goes back to his room. Starts the video over.
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A sex tape of Ilya with a girl leaks. Shane reacts normally.
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21 Mar 2026
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ilya rozanov, top-dog by anyabarnes
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
21 Mar 2026
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21 Mar 2026
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strawberry toothpaste and all the ways to say i love you by dayfly
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
10 Mar 2026
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Being a good father and a good husband turned out not to require anything extraordinary. All Ilya had to do was hold his son upright while he cried. Reach for his husband’s hand when everything else felt fragile enough to break. Explaining why. Explaining it again. Apologizing when he was wrong. Letting himself be forgiven, too.
Stay—especially on the days when staying felt like a decision he had already, once, been afraid he might not make.
Do it again tomorrow.
And tomorrow, Ilya learned, was no longer frightening when it looked back at him through brown eyes.
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18 Mar 2026