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you’re the only one i want by starblushed
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-29
Shane was heartbreakingly beautiful, always, but the mix of shyness and determination, quiet confidence and liquid hot eyes, was devastating. Ilya was getting lightheaded. He couldn’t think of what would be better, Shane dressing up because he thought Ilya would like it, or Shane dressing up because he liked it. Devastating. Shane shows up to Ilya’s apartment in pretty white shorts, and Ilya loses his mind over it.
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You take me to bliss (never felt a love like this) by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-11-29
Ilya kisses across his cheek down to his neck, licking up to his earlobe. Shane sucks in a breath at that. Ilya says hotly in his ear, “We should smoke it together, it would be fun.” Shane pulls back, looking into Ilya’s eyes. “You can’t be serious,” he says, that irritation creeping back into his voice. “Why not? Is just us— no one else around. It is not big, just few puffs,” Ilya tries convincing him, peppering his cheeks and jaw with soft kisses. OR Ilya and Shane smoke weed together for the first time one hot afternoon in June at the cottage.
- Part 1 of Hollanov Prompts
- Part 1 of In a world post TLG
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It was Ilya’s thing, apparently. A week of texts leading up to this game. Blurry photographs of toys laid out on a quilted over and links to videos that had Shane achingly hard in anticipation. It was a promise, not a request.
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“You wanted this, didn’t you? You want to choke on my come?” Ilya murmured. “Yes,” Shane gasped, taking the Russian’s cock off his mouth to breathe for a second. The admission ripped from his, surely soon, sore throat. “More. Harder, Ilya.” The request was a match to Ilya’s wick. His movements doubled in speed, his hips bucking hard. Shane was lost, his consciousness reduced to Ilya’s thick head constantly pressing on the back of his throat and the iron grip on his neck. or the one in which Ilya and Shane can't keep their hands off each other.
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Shane Hollander was a man defined by rigor. By structure. By the elegant logic of a system mastered through sheer, unyielding effort. He spoke seven languages, not because they came naturally—though French and English had been a delightful exception—but because he pursued fluency like a grand, intellectual hunt. He, however, was failing Russian 301, and the solution was an enforced, peer-led intervention. His required tutor was a junior who knew the language “by osmosis”, and who, Shane knew from the university bulletin and an unfortunate run-in near the campus gym, belonged to the most obnoxious caste on campus: the frat star athletes. Ilya fucking Rozanov.
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