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    Honestly, I just like music a lot and it's usually what inspires me. I hope you like!

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    Truth is, he could just say it. He could just be honest.

    Ilya, I'm worried you will see all these hot naked women and remember you miss them. Ilya, I'm worried I'm not enough. Ilya, I'm worried you'll come home and see me in comparison, so inelegant, so bulky, so brash, and realize this is wrong for you. That I am wrong for you. But saying all this would mean opening this entire huge clunky box thing, which only remains closed in virtue of Shane never looking at it for more than two seconds. So he says nothing.

    But one rule supersedes all other rules regarding Ilya: if he wants to fuck around, Shane will make sure he finds out.

    Or: Shane gets himself a set of pretty lingerie as revenge, and Ilya comes all over his pretty panties embarassingly fast.

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    19 Apr 2026

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    Zane Boodram tries to plan his next barbecue. Ilya Rozanov refuses to let anyone know peace. Shane suffers in silence (mostly).

    A Centaurs texting fic.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    07 Apr 2026

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    Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.

    “Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”

    OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.

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    06 Apr 2026

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    Ilya grins, relishing in the hitch in Hollander's voice. “Is nice when you beg,” he murmurs, before he drops both his hands to Hollander's waist, smoothly undoing the button on his jeans. “Your voice, it gets soft? High?” He shakes his head as Hollander kicks his pants off, leaving him in just socks and his briefs, his dick dripping, a spot of damp precum that's growing against the fabric. Ilya drags his top off but keeps his sweats on, grinning broadly at the other man. “I do not know words for it. But I do know—you are needy, Shane Hollander. Greedy for me.”

    OR: Ilya has a lot of wants these days. One of which is a near constant desire to see Shane Hollander ruined in his sheets.

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    06 Apr 2026