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    “Do you want to know how it feels?”

    Shane let his hand fall back to the couch. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and lifted a brow at Rozanov. “What – holding the Cup? You’ve already made that joke once.”

    “No.” Rozanov’s fingers encircled Shane’s wrist and then he was pulling Shane’s hand between his legs.

     

    Or: Shane tops.

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    31 Jan 2026

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    this fic took me out i'm dead

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    “Hollander. Relax. So you lost one game,” Ilya said. “Big deal. Win next time.”
    “It is a big deal,” Shane said. His hands were clenched tightly into fists. “It’s not just the game. You know I can’t afford to fuck up like this, not this close to playoffs. It’s a pretty big deal. Fuck. And it’s my fault. I wasn’t focused. I can play better than that, and I just… didn’t.” 
    “Okay, your fault, so what?” Ilya shrugged. “You think you should be punished for this?” 

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    23 Jan 2026

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    this fic made my stomach hurt in the best way possible

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    When their bond loses the immediate context of volleyball, they're left to consider why it's still so vital and important.

    Meeting again, by chance, six years later.

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    28 Mar 2025

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    ugh this fic healed me

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    From the dark corner of the room, Armand offered the helpful suggestions.

    "Daniel," he said softly, "pull her hair."

    "Daniel, turn her over and take her from behind."

    "Daniel, why don't you touch her clit so she can finish?"

    After she left, and Armand had pet the sweaty hair away from Daniel's forehead to look into his eyes, he searched again for thoughts, for images. Please, please, Daniel was thinking. Please what? But he knew, and with a little smile he gave Daniel the Blood from his tongue this time. Armand had yet to take his drink, but he wanted to reward the boy. The performance had been resplendent.

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    26 Jan 2024

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    !!

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    There’s a man looking up at Will, who has clearly been distracted from - Oh. Throwing limbs into the river. Human limbs. Lovely, he thinks sarcastically. Then he thinks it again because it actually is kind of lovely. The man looks confident. At ease with what he is. He’s kinda hot, too.

    Or: Will tries to jump off a bridge but ends up offering himself up to a cannibalistic serial killer...as you do.

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    20 Jun 2022