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Down Bad by giraffingallday
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
28 Mar 2026
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He had little to do with Ilya Rozanov. They had met, years ago, at the prospect cup before he was drafted, and then kept meeting over and over. He’d done a good job at getting under Shane’s skin, over confident and stereotypical Dom that he was, and, after a weirdly charged ad shoot that had Shane scurrying back to his hotel room before he had even showered, he had never stopped. Drafted as rivals, made even more infamous by the idea of Dom vs Sub, Rozanov had never skipped a chance to chirp at him, pretending to flirt, calling him pretty - not handsome, not cool, pretty, it didn’t matter that Shane was a Sub, in the sports world, that read as an insult - and grinding his gears until they were sanded down to nothing. Shane Hollander fucking hated Ilya Rozanov. And Ilya Rozanov would not leave him alone.
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Ilya Rozanov throws a rock at Shane Hollander's face. It snowballs from there.
Bookmarked by loversllake
26 Mar 2026
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“You—you saved me,” he says, leaning forward to touch the jut of Buck’s elbow. Buck’s eyes flick to him, fast and predatory, from the corner of his vision. “How did you know where I was?”
Buck scoffs. “Because I could smell it on you, Eddie,” he explains. “Three weeks ago you walked into the station smelling like iron and moss. Like wet stone. Humans don’t smell that way on their own.”
Humans. Buck says it like he doesn’t count himself among them. What would he call himself, then? Eddie finds himself too nervous to ask. “So you… you followed me?”
Buck doesn’t respond, but his gaze remains fixed and pointed, his mouth pressed into a firm line. Finally, after what feels like forever, he says, “you don’t understand what you are.”
Eddie swallows. It’s an eerily similar sentiment to the one Alex had made, just before he had sunk his teeth into Eddie’s warm and waiting flesh. In all my years on this earth, I never imagined I’d find a jewel as rare as you.
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- Part 3 of A Fright Night! Triple Feature
Bookmarked by loversllake
21 Nov 2025
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“It’s okay,” Eddie repeats soothingly, still smiling as best he can, a demure little upturn to the corner of his lips. “It’ll be okay. I trust you. I know you. You won’t hurt me. You’ll save me. You always save me.” // what if i puked ☹️❤️
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“I met a lady on the call the other day, the one I pulled out of the other unit… she said she was psychic and then started talking about granting wishes. It all sounded so ridiculous, but I-I think she did something to me. I know I sound crazy, but I think I have to do whatever people tell me to.”
Buck jerks back, stands to his full height, and Eddie sees the last twenty-four hours playing through his eyes in perfect clarity, without one second of doubt. Buck believes him, instantly, wholly, without question, and Eddie suffocates the sob in his throat.
“Oh, Eddie, you’re…” Buck says, “wait, is that why you were giving that guy your number?”
“That’s your question?” He gasps through a laugh, and it’s wet and dangerous.
“Yes,” Buck says, without an ounce of remorse.
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Eddie gets the Ella Enchanted treatment.
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Bookmarked by loversllake
10 Aug 2025
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oh this is like the buddie thesis of all time
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“Are you finally proposing?” Buck asks, and the air rushes out of Eddie like he’s been punched in the gut, a swift burst.
Hearing it from Buck makes it real, solidified, no longer a shapeless fantasy in his head.
"Proposing what?”
“Marriage, genius.” Buck snorts. “Duh.”
Buck peels Eddie's pomegranates, carves out the brown spots from his apples, eats the ugly, discolored fruit. Eddie wants to propose, spirals, and crashes a car about it.
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“I’ve had a prostate orgasm,” Eddie bit out, unable to fight the surge of heat in his cheeks at the sense-memory of the first time writhing and moaning on Buck’s fingers, under his tongue. Being wet and open and begging for more.
“Technically you haven’t,” Buck countered. “You’ve come from me touching your dick while I was also hitting your prostate.”
“Fuck off.” Buck couldn’t see Eddie’s eyeroll, but he hoped he felt it, like, psychically.
Or: Buck’s new hyperfixation is making Eddie come, untouched, on his dick—and on his dick only. Eddie can’t do it. Commence slow but sure descent into insanity (and desperation for Buck’s cock).
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- Part 1 of Weewoo Kink Meme Fills
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Bookmarked by loversllake
19 Jun 2025