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    It started as a joke. A taunt meant to get under his skin. But when Shane whimpered, cheeks flushing pink not with anger but with want, Ilya knew he’d struck gold.

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    Ilya finds out Shane melts at being called ‘princess’ and decides to ruin him with it.

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    15 Jan 2026

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    “I always want to be fucking you,” Ilya continued as he pressed a finger deep into Shane. “It has taken over my brain. My life. When I am not with you, I am thinking of you.” He added another finger easily, pushing deep. “If I could have my way, you would never wear clothes again. You would simply recline on a throne of furs and softness, where I would fuck you at your leisure.”

    Or: Pregnant omega Shane is feeling insecure about his expanding body. Ilya will make him feel better.

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    14 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 71

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    "Hollander..."

     

    Shane parts from his water to huff petulantly. "I'm fucking sick, alright?"

     

    Ilya steps closer, between Shane's legs, and puts a cool hand on his forehead. "Oh, sweetheart," Ilya sighs. There's this dark look in his eyes, but Shane is too tired to try and decipher it. He leans into the cool touch on his forehead and closes his eyes.

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    14 Jan 2026

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    “Just this once,” Ghost said. He put up a good front, but Soap could see through it, could hear the slight tremble in his voice.

    “Just this once,” Soap reassured him.

    But deep down, he let himself hope. He was going to make this so good for Ghost, was going to ensure he knew that once was never going to be enough.

    //OR//

    Soap’s always been bad at keeping his hands to himself, that was no secret. More than that, he knows Ghost wasn’t someone he should be touching, shouldn’t be antagonizing like this. But never would he have guessed that this would be the consequence for crossing the line.

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    12 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 9

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    Because the thing is, he already knows Ghost. He knows the lieutenant in the crackle of the radio in his ear, Bravo 0-7. He knows Ghost by the particular knives he’s so fond of, beautifully lethal in their execution. He knows Ghost by his ability to keep his footfalls feather-light in combat, yet pridefully heavy around base, announcing himself on purpose.

    Maybe it’s dangerous, Soap thinks.

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    Soap ruminates on the pros and cons of seeing Ghost's face.

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    09 Jan 2026