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“Gimme a kiss dude.” Sam groans impatiently, “You owe me.”
“Why do I owe you?” Misa raises his eyebrows, running his hands up and down Sam’s shoulders slowly, thumbs digging into his collarbone.
“You left me for ages,” he complains again, thumping his head against Mike’s toned stomach.
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09 Jun 2026
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He’s cut off and looks at the other's face, a pointed, knowing look, sending any embarrassment he has to another level. Mikey’s hand presses him down, forcing him to sit on the edge of their mattress.
Sam shakes his head in response.
“That's not an answer, Sam. Answer me correctly, or I’ll have to be mean, Samuel, and we both know you don't want to be a bad boy right no— do you?”
Confusion flashes across Sam’s face until it finally clicks.
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31 May 2026
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I Wanna Be Your Dog by inkstainzed
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Mar 2026
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"I am going to teach you another word." Shane can't look away from him, entranced. He could not possibly be more unprepared to be learning new Russian words than he is right now, but that's probably the point.
"Harder." Ilya says, never stopping. "Sil'neye."
Fuck. This one was a bit easier, at least. Shane's tongue seemed to know what to do with the sounds of it quicker.
"Sil'neye." Shane breathes, holding Ilya's gaze. They suddenly gleam with satisfaction, or maybe adoration. Shane is obsessed with him, with this, with all of it.
"Yes, good boy." Ilya praises.
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Ilya has a bad day at work, so Shane comes up with a plan to take his mind off things. Ilya was not bluffing when he said he’d teach Shane his version of “important” words in Russian.Bookmarked by kk97
21 May 2026
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On the bedside table is a framed picture of Shane and Rose. Hugging, noses touching.
“What is this?” Ilya asks, grip tightening on the back of Shane’s neck. It’s not in character. He needs to know that this is not what he thinks it is, or Shane will not leave this room in one piece.
Shane whimpers, long and pitiful. His hands clench into the bedsheets, once, twice. Bracing. Then:
“My wife,” he whispers.
Or: Fix-It for Ilya’s Rose Landry related pain, but its a perverted sex freak role play with a twist that Shane cooks up in his pretty little head.
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- Part 2 of quantum mechanics
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21 May 2026
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"Must be nice."
Shane's cheeks hurt from the fixed smile he's been wearing since nine in the morning. He passes a signed photo of himself to the waiting woman with a nod before turning back to Hayden. "What must be nice?"
"Dude, the line of people waiting for your autograph wraps all the way around the building. Twice." Hayden hands him a water bottle, cap already off. "Here you go. Stay hydrated."
Shane hides a wince; the slightly warm water tastes like plastic, and it lingers unpleasantly on his tongue. He's been signing for what feels like hours already and the crowd isn't getting any smaller. "Fitness is popular these days."
"Sure. Fitness." Hayden gives a pointed look to the stack of photos in front of Shane: one set with him smiling awkwardly into the distance, arms crossed in his workout gear, and the other with him leaning against the side of a motel pool the marketing department rented for the morning, towel around his neck. The photographer insisted, despite protests that his workouts have never featured swimming.
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- Part 1 of hr anon
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21 May 2026