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use your words by hnjsngs
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
24 Dec 2025
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Ilya looks at him, blinking. “Yes, Pike. Good day to play hockey, yes?”
“I guess?” Hayden says. “But you guys are losing pretty badly, and we’ve already hit the third period, so.” He tries not to grin, even though he really wants to.
“How does it feel,” Hayden asks, tilting his head, eyes tracking the way Ilya shifts his weight on the ice, “to play on a losing team?”
“Am I really a loser if I’m fucking your captain?” he asks, cheerfully. “I think that makes me the winner at heart, da?”
The whistle shrieks again. And Hayden barely hears it. He punches Ilya straight across the jaw.
OR: Ilya loves being an instigator. Set during the epilogue of heated rivalry.
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trace your skin by hnjsngs
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
13 Dec 2025
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Ilya’s hands stay planted firmly at the curve of Shane’s hips, thumbs pressing into the edges where the stretch marks rise like faint ridges under his skin. “So pretty, Hollander. Stretch marks, yes?”
“Yeah, had them… for as long as I can remember,” Shane gasps as Ilya’s grip tightens, thumbs circling the stretch marks as he fucks into Shane over and over again.
OR: Episode four where Shane rides Ilya, and Ilya is obsessed with Shane’s stretch marks.
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always want you by hnjsngs
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
04 Dec 2025
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“You’re too far,” Shane murmurs, voice still gravel-rough. It’s barely an inch of space, but it feels unbearable.
Ilya’s answering laugh ghosts against Shane’s cheek. “I’m right here.”
“Not close enough.” Shane’s fingers curl at the nape of his neck, tugging him down until their foreheads meet.
OR: Shane and Ilya, and domesticity.
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Jisung shifts, tugging Minho’s hoodie up higher, nose buried in the collar. His eyes are closed, but Minho can see his ears twitch at his words. “Look at you, mmh? My little omega’s been busy nesting.”
Usually, that would spark a huff, maybe an annoyed snap about being an alpha too. But instead, Jisung preens. His lashes flutter, his cheeks flush, and then it happens: a soft, high chirp slips out of him, as if it’s instinctive, almost subconscious.
Minho goes still.
OR: Jisung and Minho are both alphas— Jisung gets bitched.
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“Stop making this easy, Sung-ah.” Minho’s voice is a gravelly rasp. A feral smile flashes, all sharp teeth, as his lips curl. “Didn’t you say you wanted to run?”
Jisung’s lips part into a trembling gasp. His body is a traitorous thing, shaking with a need so profound it feels like his bones are melting. Every instinct screams submit. But the older, deeper part of him, the one that’s primal, the one that’s tied to his heritage— the one from the tales whispered in the dark, the one that speaks of the sacred run— wins out.
He runs.
OR: When Jisung presents as an omega, he asks Minho for a mating run.