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Shane’s voice is unsteady when he asks, “Why do you want to know my name?”
There is a slow, measured exhale on the other end, and another lengthy pause. When the man speaks again, his voice is frighteningly calm. “I want to know who I’m looking at.”
Shane is in a cabin in the woods when the phone rings for the first time.
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Shane Hollander
Does anyone know where Wyatt is?
Ilya Rozanov
sucking my dick
Wyatt Hayes
you wish i was sucking your dick bro
actually i can think of somebody else you would rather be doing that with
Shane Hollander
???
Ilya Rozanov
every day i wish you were dead
Shane Hollander
??????
Seriously Wyatt where are youA study on timing and how to get it right.
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fever dreaming by cutshot, offsideletters for ummrys
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
29 Dec 2025
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The last time Shane had a fever would have been years ago. It still didn’t feel like this, where he was soaking through the sheets, and the world seemed to be going black around the edges. Everything seemed wrong. Too hot, too tight. The flu, but incongruently dissimilar. Something is odd. Shane shifts, and then—
Something distinctly wet between his legs.
What the fuck is an omegaverse, anyway?
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at your convenience by cutshot for offsideletters
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
23 Dec 2025
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He can barely feel anything while Ilya uses him, carefully tipping over the fine line between pain and pleasure, and his heart stops in his chest when the console tilts just enough for him to catch a faint glance of himself in the screen. Cheeks red, eyes wet and cross-eyed, and somehow looking perfectly at home.
Shane feels his head turn back in a silent question.
Ilya’s gaze feels like a death sentence.
“Toys aren’t supposed to cum, are they?”
It had taken them a while to realise that being useful to each other could happen in many forms.
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parental advisory by cutshot, lovecommahannah
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
22 Nov 2025
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“I want one,” he blurts before he can stop himself.
Ilya blinks. “A baby?”
Shane’s face burns. He can feel it creeping up his neck, warming his cheeks, hot and humiliating. He has been scrambling for a way out, not realising he was only digging himself even deeper. There is no way he can laugh this off anymore, he knows. Not a single chance of escape, but because his body betrays him—his hand drifts down, fingertips brushing over his stomach as if the mere thought alone could make sense if Ilya could see where he would go. “Yeah,” he whispers. “In here.”
Where there is a will, there is a way. Or so they say.