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  1. i'm either fuckin' or workin', so the grind don't stop by

    Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
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    2026-10-02

    Boston is vicious tonight, answered in full by Montreal, with both teams acting as if it's a playoffs game instead of a March regulation game.

    He has no idea what Ilya's said to them, has no idea why they're all so motivated, but he can't stop himself from feeling deeply fucking pleased at the thought of such good hockey being played for a chance to fuck him.

    He knows that Ilya can spot the bright flush of greed, the hunger painted in the curl of his lips as they fight for the puck. The damp, wet pant of his mouth only reminds him of other, equally as pleasurable places he's heard it, despite his best efforts, and by the time the third ends, he's fighting to breathe through his arousal, his whole body aching from the game.

    OR: It's the last regulation game of the season before Ilya moves to Ottawa. Shane doesn't want the Bears to worry, but he doesn't mind the chance to prove it—he'll take care of Ilya perfectly. After all, he can take care of all of them, can't he?

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  2. take the crown, shut it down, 'bout to steal the show by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2025-12-14

    Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.

    “Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”

    OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.

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