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    Alpha, alpha, alpha fills his mind, imagining the man pulling out his heavy cock right there in the supermarket and making Shane take it, fucking his face and slapping him with it, coated in drool and tears and precome. Maybe he’d force him down, ass up in the candy aisle, spit on his needy little hole and force his cock in. He wouldn’t even need to stretch Shane out, he’s so wet and desperate for it, my greedy little slut, such a fucking whore for cock, you’d let any alpha take you but you’re fucking mine now — Shane comes with a shout, forcing the fake knot past his stretched rim and groaning as the fake cum fills him up.

    Shane doesn't mind pretending he's a beta. Really. He's never even met an alpha with a scent he likes - until Ilya Rozanov transfers college and fucks up Shane's life in the process.

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    11 Oct 2026

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    Shane is used to feeling fuzzy with Rozanov. Like he’s floating higher, higher, higher. But this - this isn’t that.

    Shane isn’t floating, he’s falling. Sinking down, down, down below, into darkness. It feels like there are waves crashing over his head, cold and sharp like needles against his skin, and when he does manage to breach the surface for a moment, he’s met with thick fog and a starless sky. It feels sort of like a concussion, but not. There’s no pain, just…haziness. Just a gaping, empty feeling, right in the centre of his chest.

    (Or, Vegas rewritten.)

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    10 Oct 2026

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    Life feels so chaotic for Shane sometimes, with all the loud noises and the unwritten rules he’s expected to follow, even though no one ever taught them to him. It’s why the bookstore feels more like home to him than anywhere else in Boston. It doesn’t ask Shane to be anything other than himself. Doesn’t ask for any more than he can give.

    He can just exist here.

    Shane likes slow, likes taking his time. And Ilya - without saying or doing anything in particular - makes Shane feel like that’s okay. Like he isn’t doing anything wrong by standing still sometimes.

    (Or, Shane works in a bookstore, Ilya plays hockey, and they both go to the same college. They fall in love in every universe.)

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    07 Oct 2026

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    Luca hadn’t been sure he would go through with the plan. He’d talked himself into it and out of it about fifty times.

    But he's made it this far. He's sitting with Shane Hollander, just the two of them. Now all he needs to do it open his mouth and—

    “Look,” Shane is saying, “if you wanted to talk through coming out, I th—”

    “I can’t figure out anal sex,” Luca blurts.

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    02 Oct 2026

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    “Is good that you know what you like. And you haven’t done anything wrong,” Ilya continues. “Not really. But I think you like being punished anyway. And that you want me to put you over my knee and make you cry. Am I wrong, or no? You want me to hurt you? Is that what you have been trying to tell me?”

    Shane shakes his head, but the motion is weak. He’s abandoned his phone entirely at this point, and his eyes are already glazing over, cloudiness rushing to his head.

    “No? Is not good to lie, you should know this by now. I want to hurt you, and I think you want it too, Shane.”

    “No,” Shane breathes. “I don’t want that,”

    “Oh, but I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I? Like I said, I’m bored. And I want to have fun.”

    Ilya’s ideas of fun and remedies for boredom are: joyrides, Shane, parties, Shane, the cottage, and oh, Shane bent over his knee, whimpering and crying as he’s reduced to an absolute mess.

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    23 Sep 2026

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    Actually truly genuinely everything I have ever needed, from a fic and from real life. I'm kinda mad i read this at work for the first time bc i was stifling myself but also..... i couldn't wait. Omg....