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    Who.

    Who taught Shane about this.

    Ilya is going to kill someone, and then himself. Not Shane. Never Shane. But he is going to have to kill someone with his bare hands.

    Or: Shane invents advanced blowjob positions with his own beautiful freaky mind, thereby unintentionally turning Ilya into a danger to himself and others.

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    “Fuck.” Shane melted into the strong hand at his neck, the pressure over his throat and the heat of the Alpha’s palm. “Fuck, that’s–” his eyes started to flutter closed, his knees going weak, but he heard the Alpha huff a laugh and immediately stiffened again. 

    “Don’t do that.” he warned. “Don’t laugh like me letting you put your hand on my throat is predictable submissive Omega behavior and you're making fun of me."

    “That is not why i was laughing.” Ilya squeezed Shane’s throat lightly, his thumb pressing over the suppressant patch covering the Omega's bonding spot and blocking his sweet scent. “I thought you would fight it, fight submitting. But you didn’t.”

    “No I–” Shane swallowed hard. “I like it.” 

    “Good.” Ilya smiled slow and a little dangerous, running his tongue over his bottom lip and then over the sharp ends of his fangs before he leaned in and growled into the Omega’s ear. “Now get on your knees.”

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    30 Dec 2025

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    He forces his lips to part, slow and measured, the way he does in media interviews when a question lands too close to the truth. “I’ve been on the same protocol for years. There haven’t been any issues. I just need a refill.”
    “There haven’t been any reported issues,” she corrects, folding her hands. “Shane, you haven’t let your body regulate since you were eleven. You’ve gone through over seventy suppressed cycles, and your hormone levels are showing signs of—”
    “I don’t care.”
    “You should.”
    “I said I don’t care.” His voice is flat, sharp. “I have a game in forty-eight hours.”

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    23 Dec 2025

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    Five times Ilya lied (but not really) to his teammates about Shane, and one time he didn’t have to.

    Inspired by two Cliff Marlow lines: In the airport, when their game with Montreal gets cancelled and he tells Ilya, “Whoever she is, she’s gonna get over it,” and the scene in the locker room when he says, “Wow, this Montreal girl works you up, brother—you’re straight up blushing, Roz.”

    Or, the Boston Bears’ perspective of Ilya and Shane’s “secret” relationship over the years

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    21 Dec 2025

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    Zanka knew the brat was up to something.

    But he didn’t get a chance to think any harder about it because before he could take another step into Rudo's room, something hard slammed into his back. He hit the floor with a loud crack, stars bursting behind his eyes as he let out a breathless “What the fuck—?!”

    A weight pinned him down. Skinny limbs scrambled to hold his shoulders, knees jabbing into his ribs. Zanka twisted, struggling. “Get off me, you little psycho! You trying to break my spine?!”

    But he didn’t answer. Instead he just grit his teeth and shoved down harder, desperately trying to hold him there. Zanka might’ve been caught off guard, but he was still taller. He pushed up with one arm and just as he started to lift himself Rudo yanked open the desk drawer beside them, his forehead slammed into the edge.

    “Fuck—!!” He froze there, jaw clenched, pain blooming across his brow.

    He wanted to yell. He wanted to throw Rudo off and stomp out of here and never care again. He needed to calm the hell down. He was always calm. Always collected. So why—why—does being around this brat always turn him inside out?

    (Rudo is hiding something. Zanka needs to know.)

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    01 Aug 2025