the constant attitude that it’s only straight women who are into Heated Rivalry is condescending as fuck and I’m sick of it. People are so scared that a show can be titillating and meaningful. And people don’t act this way about shows that titillate straight men! No one acts like Game of Thrones can be dismissed because of the sex in it. Straight women love HR; queer men, women and others love HR; but god! what will we do without the approval of the Empty Netters?
It also suggests that just because women are into it then it should be dismissed. I also feel like when I, a lesbian, bring up that I love Heated Rivalry around any of my straight friends, but especially male friends, they always ask WHY I like it. Or they say something along the lines of, “wow I didn’t expect you to like that shit bc ur not into men.” Lesbians and straight men and straight woman and gay men and whoever the fuck else can enjoy this show and ANY show without being questioned about whether or not they CAN or SHOULD like it. It’s not even a real story, it’s an idea that someone came up with. It’s completely normal for people of all types to enjoy other people’s ideas. We do it literally all the time.
Hey there! I'm one of the mods for the upcoming @gamechangersbigbang and wanted to invite you and any of your followers who may be interested to participate! We're also currently running a comment bingo to help encourage and support the amazing writers and artists in this fandom.
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That’s awesome! Thanks for inviting me! Can someone tell me wtf is a big bang tho 😭 I tried to join sth like this a while back but it was so confusing and there were no explanations 💀
Chapter 19 is posted! sorry for the delay! Read it here!
“Ilya does the exact same thing when he’s mad. Have you noticed that?”
Irina didn’t want the granola bar anymore. Why the hell had she opened in the first place? She wasn’t even hungry.
“He stops, looks at me as if he has something to say, shakes his head and does something else.” Shane walked up beside her, pulling the freezer open for frozen fruit before plugging in the smoothie maker.
Irina wasn’t entirely sure why she cared. Oh right: she didn’t. Irina wanted to be left alone, but she couldn’t find it in her to open her mouth and say it.
“Sometimes what helps is if he tells me in Russian. I can only understand maybe half, but I think it helps,” Shane offered, measuring out the fruit and protein powder for the smoothie.
She huffed, taking a reluctant bite out of the snack, using her chewing as an excuse for silence. Fine, then, she thought bitterly. But Irina was pretty sure Shane would understand what she was about to say. He wasn’t as bad at her language then he thought. If this was the wrong thing to say, then it's not her fault anymore, Shane asked for it.
i wish vegas bathroom wasnt so early in their hook up era a more seasoned ilya wouldve known he couldve made shane get on his knees on that dirty bathroom floor and beg to suck ilyas dick
and shane tries, he even tries to ask nicer and then ilya is humming in disapproval, touching his face and saying 'it would be nicer if u asked on your knees, yes?'
and shanes already gone, its muscle memory to get down on his knees for ilya at this point, he finds himself sinking down, tuxedo pants hitting the tile thats probably decently maintained but feels filthy to him now, because ilya said it was filthy, and thats playing in his mind and he barely manages out another plea for ilya to suck his dick, bc he was told to, and ilya laughs
'that is what you want?'
'uh, what? yes. Please.'
'you are the one on your knees, are you sure?' and ilya cups the side of his head and shane is swaying, barely succeeding in his effort to resist diving face first into ilyas crotch 'maybe you do want to suck my dick? you will still have to ask for it.'
and this position is all reflex for shane, hes salivating at the thought, fears of humiliation gone in favor of his desperate need to be good and he says 'please, rozanov? please can i suck your dick?'
And ilyas hand curls into a fist, gripping his hair unkindly and pulling his head back to look at his face, shane is flushed cheeks hooded eyes labored breaths, ilya is smiling, 'no.'
Time for zoom quiz 2!! I hope you all have been reheating with an eye for detail...
Hi! There are 40 multiple choice questions with zoomed in screencaps of Heated Rivalry episodes. Please select the correct episode each scre
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This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!
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My hottest fanfiction take is I think people should stop posting multi-fandom oneshots as a single fic with like 50+ chapters and instead post them as individual fics
When #myshane retires, he doesn’t go into coaching or podcasting or whatever.
He becomes a consultant who shitty teams trying to not suck, good teams who want to last further into the playoffs, great teams who want to finally win the cup, call to Fix Them.
He is paid absolutely bonkers amounts of money to watch a team play for five minutes and immediately diagnose what’s wrong with them. He is always right.
Ok 5 minutes is probably an exaggeration. The coaches send him a bunch of tape to review in advance. They probably focus on their best players or the ones they think need the most improvement, but half the time Shane requests more, focusing on players they hadn’t paid much attention to before. Then one day at practice, the players look up into the stands and are filled with awe, terror, and wonder, because Shane Hollander is sitting there staring directly at them with a scarily thoughtful look on his face.
He meets with the coaches and gm and reports his conclusions. Who to trade and for who , how to get better results from certain players, how to run power plays and penalty kills, changes in line makeups.
Some lucky players get to meet with him. He takes about five minutes to list off or demonstrate everything they need to do to stop sucking. He has no time for chit chat or hero worship. Focus, listen, learn, and do exactly what he says and you will be good. Fail to do what he says and you will shame your entire bloodline.
I think that, if he’s not the one actually playing, this would be a dream job. It involves Knowing Things About Hockey, Judging Shitty Hockey Players, Getting Recognized As The Best at Hockey, Being Correct, and Making Hockey Better. He should get to do all these things
I know in my heart of hearts that they will not keep the butt plug adventure in season two but I can't help but imagine a tasteful shot of the plug on the floor a'la the strap in Sense8 episode one. Plug in the foreground delicately glinting with lube. Shot cheated upward so you can see the over-the-sofa railing happening in the background with Ilya's back framed by Shane's legs. I think that could work. Crave TV hire me.
This is probably one of the only pieces of digital artwork I dont hate (and have finished completely). Rest assured, I will come back to this weeks later when I get one (1) reblog and think who the hell made this chicken shit?
Yeah I’m bad at hair and letting go of the blender brush and Gaussian blur but it’s not as bad as it would be a week ago. Nothing happened a week ago, I just wouldn’t have been able to do it.
Chapter something or other of Toska is now posted!
Hello! so apparently summer does not give me more time to write, it actually gives me less >:( Not too sure when I'll be able to post the next chapter, because I only have one pre-written and won't be able to write for like a week in a few days and even this week is tough because of family drama (my dad left me at my friends house (two hours away from my moms house) to go up to a different state because he wanted to change my plans last minute and I said no, which of course warranted a temper tantrum from him. its a good fucking thing I drove here). But this story is not abandoned! (like I was)
“Holy shit, Irina! Are you ok?” Joe came skating around with a swoosh, and she blinked away the momentary fog.
She groaned as she got to her knees, wrist a little sore, hand a little scraped but otherwise feeling okay.
“I am fine, just fall, I can try again,” she reassured him, heart beating faster than the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings.
“Hold on there, lets sit down for a moment and take a breath,” her coach said, kneeling down on the ice next to her, face painted with concern. “That was a pretty bad fall, I want you to get checked out by someone.”
Irina shook her head. She was fine, she could do it again, she was just distracted.
“No, I am ok, I promise, I just–” she knelt on one knee to rise from the ground, but as soon as she put weight on her right foot she cried out in pain, feeling shooting up her body like a bucket of cold water. “Ебать!”
“Ilya, what is this?” Shane says with a laugh. “It’s not my birthday.”
They’ve been celebrating Ilya all weekend. Shane made sure of that. First, Svetlana flew into town for dinner and drinks and dancing, and Ilya came home to Shane giddy and drunk on champagne. The next night was a low-key dinner at Yuna and David’s. David grilled steaks, Ilya won two hands of gin rummy, and at the end of the night, Shane’s cheeks hurt from smiling. And now it's the day Shane’s carved out for just the two of them. He’s made it clear to anyone who needs to know that he and Ilya will be off the grid. Incommunicado. Do not disturb.
Except now Ilya’s not following Shane’s plan. Shane’s cleared away Ilya’s breakfast in bed, but Ilya’s not grabbing him and pulling him in for a kiss, or sliding a hand into Shane’s boxers to find where he’s stretched and open and ready for him. No, instead he’s turning away from Shane to reach into his bedside table and take out a small blue bag stuffed with tissue paper. Ilya presents it to Shane with a flourish and a glint in his eye. Inside the bag, Shane finds a nondescript box. And when Shane opens the box, bright metal shines back at him.
“Ilya,” Shane says. His mouth feels dry around the word. His heart is pounding in his ears. “This is a, um—”
“A cock cage, yes.”
“Is it…is it for you?” Shane knows it’s not.
Ilya chuckles. “No, moya lyubov."
“But I don’t…why?” Shane asks with a frown. Ilya loves Shane’s cock. After all these years, Shane is sure of that. He loves how it looks, how it tastes, how it twitches and drips in his hand, in his mouth, without even being touched. Shane looks at the cage and thinks about losing that, about not being able to give that to Ilya, and he’s not scared, he’s not, it’s just—
“Shane, sweetheart. Look at me, Shane.” Ilya’s voice is as firm as the hand on Shane’s chin, and Shane meets his eyes eagerly. He feels a bit lost, needs Ilya to find him and show him the way. Ilya’s eyes are warm and unyielding. He picks up the cage and dangles in front of Shane’s face.
“Read it, moya lyubov.”
Once it’s out of the box, Shane gets a better look. It really is beautiful. The shaft is all filigree metal, twisting and curling toward the tip, but interrupted over halfway down by a solid arching band that reads—
“Property of Ilya Rozanov,” Shane murmurs, barely a whisper. His whole body feels cold, then hot.
“Is true, yes?” Ilya says softly.
“Ilya,” and then Shane’s kissing him, open-mouthed and needy, and of course Ilya kisses him back, but he’s pulling back too soon, pressing gentle pecks to Shane’s mouth instead of taking him deeper. Shane whines and tries to pull him back in.
“Shhh, malysh, listen,” Ilya says, running soothing hands over Shane’s chest, the back of his neck. “You have to be soft for me to put it on, sweetheart.” His eyes flick down to where Shane’s started to chub up from a few quick kisses. “You will wear it for me, yes?”
Shane takes a steadying breath. “Yes, Ilya.”
“Good boy.”
It takes a few minutes for Shane to calm down enough to fit inside the cage. Ilya is all patience. He keeps Shane tucked into his neck and runs gentle hands along Shane’s back until his breath evens out and he goes soft all over. With quick fingers, he slips the cage over Shane’s cock and locks it into place. Shane’s pulse jumps as the click echoes in his ears.
“Look, malysh. So beautiful.”
Shane lifts his head from his hiding place in Ilya’s neck. Ilya’s hand looks huge next to his caged cock. Shane almost feels like he shouldn’t be looking, like it’s not his to look at anymore. The fit is snug but comfortable. From this angle, he can’t miss Ilya’s name stamped across the top. Shane twitches inside the cage.
“Beautiful,” Shane echoes. It’s true, if inadequate.
“Hmm, yes. Such a good gift for me.” Ilya teases his fingers along the metal swirls. Shane doesn’t know what to do. Ilya’s hand is on him, but he can hardly feel it. All he knows is firm metal around his cock, and Ilya. His name swims in front of Shane’s eyes and in his mind, Ilya Ilya Ilya. Shane whines and hides in Ilya’s neck again. Ilya’s answering chuckle rumbles in his chest.
“No, no, sweetheart. Like this,” and then Ilya’s moving him just where he wants, head buried in the pillows, ass up and on display. From this position, the cage is a persistent tug on his cock that makes Shane whimper. Ilya answers with a groan, “So, so beautiful.”
Shane knows Ilya’s close by, but his voice sounds far away. He thinks about how he must look to him, spread out and shaking, a caged cock hanging heavy between his thighs. His morning preparation is a distant memory until Ilya’s fingers find his hole, stretched open and ready for his cock. “Oh, such a good boy,” Ilya coos.
“S’for you, Ilya,” Shane has trouble forming the words, but he needs Ilya to know. He did have a plan.
“Yeah? Got all stretched open for me, huh?” Shane registers the question but can’t find his voice to give an answer. He pushes his hips back instead, trying to fuck himself on Ilya’s searching fingers. The heavy cage resists the movement, and the answering pull makes Shane’s cock pulse.
“Poor baby. This hungry hole’s been waiting all morning.” Shane whines and nods into the pillow. Without warning, Ilya spreads him open and licks into him with a groan. Shane might just die. His face is so hot, and his cock is so hard. Or he thinks it is. The cage is a tight, hot pressure wrapped around him, and Ilya’s tongue is a wet, hot pressure against his rim. Shane’s heart is pounding in his cock and his chest and his ears. It's so loud he almost misses the words tumbling from Ilya’s mouth.
“Christ, you look so good, sweetheart. Got this cock all wrapped up for me, yeah? Keeping it so safe and locked up for me. Do you want me to touch it?” The words make tears prick in Shane’s eyes. He tries and fails to speak around the lump in his throat. Ilya gives the cage a small tug. “Answer me, Shane.”
Shane draws in a shuddering breath. “Don’t—don’t want to choose. It’s not my cock, Ilya. S’yours.” He swallows hard as his tears start to fall.
“Oh baby, you’re so good. Thank you.” Ilya says, and then his hands are tight on Shane’s hips and he’s pushing in, deep and hard and perfect. Shane melts into the mattress as Ilya fucks him. It’s a relief to have something to clench around. He’s desperate for a distraction from the unforgiving metal wrapped around his cock. Ilya holds nothing back. Shane feels him all the way down to his toes. Heat spreads from his balls to his cock and up into his stomach. It pushes more tears from his eyes, makes him cry out into the pillow beneath him.
Shane doesn’t understand what his body is doing. Distantly, he knows that if the cage weren't there, he would have come already. As it is, every fuck of Ilya’s hips jostles his caged cock, sending delicious aching shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. His stomach and balls clench tighter and tighter as Ilya pounds his prostate on each stroke. All he can do is shake and sob and clench around Ilya’s cock.
“Yeah, yeah, fucking hell, sweetheart. Gonna make you come, yeah?” Shane cries out at the thought. He can’t, he can’t. There’s no room, no space for him to let go in the confines of the cage. He’s helpless, trapped between the unrelenting pressure of the metal wrapped around him and Ilya fucking into him. For a wild moment he thinks he might never come again. Still, Ilya doesn’t let up.
“C’mon, I know you can give it to me. It’s my cock, yes? My cock and my choice, and I want to see it come. Be a good boy and let me have it, malysh.” And then Ilya’s pressing him even harder into the mattress, his hand tight on the back of Shane’s neck, and Shane’s body is burning, so hot it must be able to melt the metal. There’s no other way to explain the heat that washes over his cock as he lets go with a shout.
When Shane comes to, he's wrapped in Ilya’s arms, Ilya's voice in his ear telling him how lovely and good he is, how proud Ilya feels. He opens his eyes as Ilya asks, “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
Shane’s not sure how to answer. Sore. Wrung out. Remade. Instead, he burrows into Ilya’s shoulder and says, “Ilya, holy shit. How did you know I could—”
“Come while wearing that?” He gestures to the cock cage sitting innocently on their bedside table. “It’s my birthday,” he says simply. “I knew you’d give me whatever I asked for.”
If you don't already know, I'm writing a Super Slow Burn fic about Hayden Pike's kid, Ruby, and Ilya Rozanov's niece, Irina, falling in love. They're about 14/15, Irina's 3rd person pov, immigrated from Russia after living with abusive parents. Anyway, she's dealing with depression, internalized homophobia, drug addiction, and other family drama. But I have some more plans for after this story is finished to keep them alive a bit, and was wondering if anyone was willing to do a little art project? It probably won't happen, but I thought I might throw the suggestion out there :)))
here's the link to the fic in case someone needs to find it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/77184141/chapters/214146676#workskin
