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Everyone hates All-Stars. If anyone asks, Shane does, too.
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04 Jun 2026
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"Stop asking me if it's okay. If I want it. You're always, like—whatever. I'm not one of your fucking girls, okay? If I don't like it, I'll stop you. I can make you stop."
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Bookmarked by blithesea
28 May 2026
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"Shane," Ilya pressed into the jut of his shoulderblade, his sweaty neck, as he fucked back in. "Shane, Shane."
He kept his hand wrapped around Shane's softening cock. Pulling away from the fuck drove Shane into it, and trying to squirm back fucked him onto Ilya's cock. Ilya had never heard him make this noise before, never felt him spasm quite this way. Ilya pressed in close, so close they would fuse, and he wasn't fucking anymore so much as he was holding, clinging, every muscle straining to get in closer.
Shane said something. Maybe please, maybe don't. It was broken, and when Ilya rolled his hips it broke again on a hitching sob. Ilya groped for Shane's face with his free hand and found it wet, cupped his palm over his chin and tucked a thumb into his mouth and felt him cry around it. His thighs burned. Ilya didn't know what he was saying, only that he hoped it was in Russian, that Shane couldn't hear him. Ilya could barely hear himself. Even Shane's muffled shout couldn't eclipse the ringing in his ears.
Ilya fucked him like that, hard, no restraint, until his body had dissolved and he was only as heavy as the air kissing Shane Hollander's tears.
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The Metros really were lousy at hockey. Shane Hollander was the only talent they had, which was why they threw the C on his chest before they even made it to the All Star break. The Raiders hadn’t given Ilya even an A yet. Coach had taken him aside and told him they weren’t going to think about a leadership role on the team until he’d finished his rookie year. He had enough to deal with, Coach said, which was nicer than saying Ilya was still nineteen, and his English sucked shit, and they weren’t quite done being worried about “character issues.”
Ilya Rozanov’s rookie year reimagined by someone with serious hockey-watcher brainrot.
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An Ao3 workskin for creating a list of notifications on an iPhone(ish) screen.
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Shane had agreed readily. Yes, he wanted. To be hunted by a stranger with twenty dogs and a knife on his belt. To see him again. To find the source of the squirming thing in his chest and bring it to light.
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- Part 1 of Drag Hunt
Bookmarked by blithesea
25 Mar 2026
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A small part of him, the thing that liked to squirm and cry and ruminate on confusing sexual fantasies, wondered if Ilya would fold this new fact of Shane into his care and keeping. Persik needed to be brushed down twice as often in winter, and he liked mints but hated carrots. The dogs needed exercise every day, and checks for ticks just as often. Shane needed to be told when he was good. Shane needed to be pushed down and made to cum.
Shane was absolutely not entertaining that thought.
Weird and glorious