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    You belong to Task Force 141.

    Task Force 141 belongs to Captain Price.

    It's simple math - but math was never your strong suit.

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    28 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 79

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    Huh, you think. It must be a typo. Still, you’re intrigued none-the-less. You click on the link.

    OR: The author meditates on the role of loneliness and self-insertion in modern media, Johnny does porn, and you…you’re just along for the ride.

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    23 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 80

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    Ilya is, for all intents and purposes, a perfect sexual partner.

    Sometimes, Shane mused, too perfect.

    OR: Shane wants Ilya to be a bit rougher in the bedroom. Ilya complies.

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    18 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 88

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    Shane and Ilya's wedding had been perfect.

    Maybe not in the literal sense, much to Shane's chagrin, but despite the forgotten first dance song and the constant happy tears welling up between them, neither would change the day for a thing.

    On a purely selfish note, though- Ilya wishes they'd kept more of the cake to themselves.

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    (Or, Ilya and Shane's vanilla wedding cake gets shared during some very not vanilla sex.)

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    15 Jan 2026

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    “You looked so fucking pretty tonight, Hollander. In that big jersey, with that backwards hat. Wanted to bend you over in front of all your friends and fuck you untill you cried.”

    Shane whimpers, hands grasping at the car seat beneath him.

    “Please, Ilya. Touch me. Need you.”

    Ilya pulls his own shirt up over his head and then pauses. Has an idea.

    “Get in the back seat, sweetheart.”

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    15 Jan 2026