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    Ilya: He should buy lottery tickets because he is the luckiest man on earth 
    Ilya: He should get on his knees and thank god everyday that he got to fuck you
    Shane: Oh my God stop
    Ilya: What? I do that

    Or: The man who topped Shane in Mexico posts about his experience, Ilya contemplates murder, and the other queer NHL players get caught in the crossfire.

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    12 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    ahahahahahaha

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    Cliff notices things. Like the fact that his best friend isn’t straight.

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    11 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 50

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    Once they are alone at their stalls, Ilya shoots Shane a sideways glance. “You look like you have… what's the phrase? When your face is natural but mad?”

    “Resting bitch face?” Shane hisses through the agony in his jaw.

    Ilya chuckles and points a finger right at Shane's nose. “Yes! You looked like you were going to murder poor Haas. And he was so excited to talk to you about boring hockey book,” Ilya explains, clearly delighted as he gets dressed.

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    10 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    panini press beste

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    Harris, who was sitting next to Shane, nudged him with his foot. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not kinky kinky unless Shane went out and bought, like, a full-on sex swing or something crazy like–”

    Harris stopped talking because Shane had frozen. Completely frozen. His glass halted halfway to his lips. His eyes went wide and fixed on a point on the far wall. The blush that had been a soft pink bloomed into a scarlet tide that crept from his neckline to the roots of his hair.

    Ilya, watching him, threw his head back and burst out laughing.

    (or, 5 times Ottawa Centaurs found out their sweet Canadian cinnamonroll is a freak and 1 time they realized that Hollanov's freaks are matched)

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    10 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    lmaooooo

  5. Public Bookmark 34

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    'Fuck, Shanya,' Ilya groans, eyes fixed on his fingers disappearing into Shane’s mouth. Shane whines, muffled, at the nickname and squeezes his wrist. 'You make me crazy, you’re so—fuck—so perfect, my Shane.'

    How crazy, Shane wonders, his brain two steps behind his body as he releases Ilya’s fingers with a gasp and brings his hand to his cheek. Ilya clutches his hip and thumbs the corner of his mouth. His thrusts are getting more erratic as he pounds his hips into the backs of Shane’s thighs and Shane realizes wildly that it’s now or never. Now or Shane will lose his chance to slap a Hail Mary shot to the goal of quieting the understimulation plaguing him.

    'Hit me.'

    or - Shane needs something. Ilya is happy to give

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    09 Mar 2026