*•Sammy•*

Hockey fan Ao3 Writer #1 angst and dead dove lover Feel free to use any of my ideas for fanfics! I'd love to read them <3

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

This is master post of all fics I've written so far!

Bruised Knuckles, Snarling Mouths, and Tender Hearts (Completed 6/6 Chapters [11,676 words]) https://archiveofourown.org/works/82179261

Hunter Be Hunted (One-shot [1,309 words])- https://archiveofourown.org/works/82097176

Happy Anniversary мой муж (One-shot [2,410 words])- https://archiveofourown.org/works/82050486

Are You Seriously Laughing Right Now? (One-Shot [1,597 Words])- https://archiveofourown.org/works/83069986

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[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

"Eddie loved Shannon, and probably always will, but he really, really loves cock. Specifically Buck's"

Oh Buddie writers, may you never change 😭

(Fic is the parts we play by calinaannehart, it's a firefighter!Eddie x actor!Buck au, 10/10 recommend)

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

Reheated HR again, and I love all my Canadian friends, but I have beef with how yall say pasta

Every time I hear Shane say it like that, I have to laugh

It sounds like yall are saying 'pastor' with an accent 😭

[fixielixie]

shane on his knees sucking ilya’s cock and coming in his pants before he can make ilya come….. pathetic and whiney and ilya makes fun of him for being selfish :(

[fixielixie]

and then ilya forces shane to take out his cock and jerk himself off with his own cum while ilya fucks his face and shane still manages to come before him Again. gagging and sobbing on ilya’s cock bc the overstim is driving him insane he can barely think but ilya doesn’t care, “u think u can cum whenever u want? u don’t care about me anymore? i don’t treat u well enough?” and shane is shaking trying to say no no, im sorry u do im sorry im bad but ilya doesnt take his cock out of his mouth, forcing shane down and shane’s cock is already hard again, almost purple and dripping cum into the puddle forming on the ground.

[glimmerfics]

Sam and Dean are asking questions at your local church in this Choose Your Own Adventure. The question is… why do all the clues seem to lead back to you?

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley x Fem!Reader Choose Your Own Adventure

🔗 READ/PLAY HERE 🎮interactive fanfic "Bride of the fallen" by bambii 📖 Episode 1 of ?

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

Shane and Ilya totally get off on each other being straight ASSHOLES

Ilya's been being a chirping, aggressive bitch on the ice all night, grin sharp and teeth bloody from one too many gloves off, and Shane's trying not to get so hard he can't skate straight

Shane finally breaks his perfect media persona and shuts down a shitty reporter with a sharp tongue and sharper words, and Ilya's forcing himself not to take Shane right there on the table

It shocks people when Ilya's being worse than normal and instead of stopping it, Shane's egging him on with a look and a seemingly innocent but targeted touch

Ilya's wrapping himself as tightly as possible around Shane in a bar, face buried in his neck because Shane started bitching off to someone who wouldn't just leave them the fuck alone

They are the WORST enablers for each other and they fucking love it, the bitchier and angrier the other gets, the better the sex is when they get home- if they don't end up in the bathroom or a closet first

[pieklo]

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

[kayhi808]

Always reblogging this

[deviouspsychopath]

This gif always makes me so happy!

[writinginasnowglobe]

i think at a certain point shane would start getting seriously annoyed at the seemingly widespread idea that he's somehow supposed to be "controlling" ilya. maybe it starts off as a lighthearted joke with the way some of their friends will glance at him in anticipation when ilya says something particularly asshole-y like they expect him to tell ilya off. and at the beginning maybe shane somewhat gets it (but really though, he doesn't) because yeah it's his reputation in the league and maybe the rivalry plays a part in it too, especially for people who've never gotten to know him, but eventually, it just starts pissing him off

they're at the kingfisher after a game in new york and scott and some of the other admirals are there along with a majority of the cens and they're all having a good time. ilya and some random admirals player are chirping each other and ilya says something a little mean in the asshole way he does with a small tilt of his lips. and shane can suddenly feel eyes on him from scott and carter and troy and various other players, and for a second he doesn't get it. he doesn't get it, until all he does is snort in response, because well, it was true and also pretty funny and ilya really is the funniest person he knows, okay, and ilya nudges him with a small smile when he hears it, but then the stares slowly morph into something like confused gapes, and all of a sudden, he gets it. it's not the first time it happens and it definitely won't be the last, but shane starts noticing it a lot more and it continues to piss. him. the. fuck. off.

hayden giving him an expectant glance when ilya is half-yelling and groaning with a few cens in the bar at the soccer game on tv, like shane is for some reason gonna tell him to quiet down. scott giving him a quick side-eye when ilya chirps about his age on the ice, like shane is gonna tell him to stop; like he doesn't find the multiple layers to ilya's chirps to scott genuinely impressive, like he doesn't find it amusing. evan, though to his credit he was mostly joking, making a sly comment about shane needing to hold ilya back from fighting during a game, like shane would do that when ilya is well-fucking-aware of when to pick fights and when not to because he is the second-best hockey player in the league; like shane doesn't also find it unbearably hot when ilya has a little blood on his knuckles and dripping down the corner of his lips as he calls out mean little quips at the other team with a smirk on his face

because the thing about their relationship is that shane is undeniably attracted to ilya being an asshole. he thinks it's funny. it almost definitely also turns him on. and he likes when ilya is mean and smug and rowdy and a little shit. he likes when ilya is an asshole to him because that's their banter and their foreplay. he likes when ilya is an asshole to other people because he pretty much always thinks what ilya says is hilarious. (plus it's the fact that shane is also an asshole; it's just that ilya says it out loud more often than he does)

and so the thing about their relationship that, for some fucking reason, other people don't get is that shane, from the very beginning, has always and will continue to like when ilya is an asshole. and yes, they're married (shane also thinks some people seem to forget this, because why would shane marry ilya if he truly doesn't like ilya's personality. he thinks other people are a little stupid sometimes.) but they're also best friends and bond over being the best at what they do and how competitive they are and that they're both a little bitchy at times

long story short, i think that at some point during the first season of them playing together, all of the cens (and various other friends/players) eventually learn, as shane continues to not react the way they expect him to, that shane is THE biggest ilya enabler. he won't tell ilya off or nag him, but is actually probably standing a little off to the side with a tiny little smirk on his lips and hearts (and a little heat) in his eyes as he watches his husband

[snowsmoked]

Even after they come out, Shane is a private person. So is Ilya. And, look, Shane is very happy that the centaurs are so accepting. He really, really has to remind himself how relieved and happy he is about it. He also remembers that this is how locker rooms are. As captain of the metros, the amount of times he had to tell off a player for showing pictures of their girlfriend's breasts or ass to other players was uncomfortably high.

So he really should have expected the question, "so who is, you know, the man?"

"Excuse me?"

"Dude, you can't ask that," a very progressive Young advised. "You gotta ask who's the top. Not the man."

Shane exhaled slowly. He loves his team he loves his team he loves his team.

"That is private," Shane said firmly. "And inappropriate in the workplace."

He was, of course, largely ignored. And while neither him nor Ilya really enjoyed their team, their friends, the internet, and homophobic players guessing their bedroom arraignments, Shane was surprised that nearly everyone got it wrong.

The general consensus what that Shane was the man. His going out outfit was usually jeans and a t-shirt, Ilya's was tight leather pants and a leopard print with four buttons undone. When they drank, Shane got a beer and Ilya either got shots or the sweetest cocktail they had. Ilya was more flamboyant, Shane was more reserved. Ilya liked to bake, Shane liked to grill.

And yes, Shane was aware why all these seemingly innocuous personality traits accumulated to make Shane the man and Ilya the girl. Still, it didn't stop it being generally annoying, offensive, and uncomfortable. Nonetheless, Shane liked finding the silver lining in that this was something just for them to know.

Ilya finds it more amusing then Shane. And, like most things, tries to use it to his advantage.

"Shaaaane, carry my bag," Ilya held out his hockey bag.

"No."

"I can't believe you treat your girlfriend like this."

~*~

"Is it a happy bouquet or an 'i'm sorry' one?" Holmsberg asked as he and the rookies peered over Young's phone. "Get the all roses one."

"That's the most expensive one!"

"Dude."

"Shane," Ilya whined, calling their attention to him. "Why don't you ever buy me flowers?"

"That's messed up, dude," LaPointe shook his head.

"I'll buy you roses, Roz." Wyatt grinned.

"You will not," Shane grumbled.

~*~

"Ah," Ilya winced as he lowered himself on the bench.

"You okay?" Shane asked him. He had taken a hard check into the boards early in the game and, despite reassuring Shane he was fine, he knew his hip was killing him.

"Fine," Ilya said predictability. "Just sore. Will be fine in a minute."

"Hey," Zane nudged Shane's shoulder. "Go easy on him on game days, okay? We need him."

"Go easy?" Shane's eyebrows drew together. "What do you - Oh! No, that isn't - he - I didn't -"

"It's fine, man. Whatever you two-"

"No!" Shane interrupted. "He's still sore off of Richard's check - Not - Ilya, stop laughing!"

~*~

"Doesn't it bother you?" Shane asks Ilya one day.

"What?"

"That everyone assumes you're, you know," Shane gestured, a cute little blush on his cheeks. "The girl."

"There is no girl," Ilya raises his eyebrows and palms Shane through his pants. "I would know."

"Asshole," Shane scoffs. "You know what I mean."

"I know," Ilya smiled. "But no. It does not bother me."

"Why not?"

"Because it's hot," Ilya lifted his hands, over Shane's chest and up to his face. "That people can't even imagine you like this."

Ilya dips to kiss his neck and Shane's eyes flutter shut.

"Makes no sense," Ilya continued, hands roaming down to Shane's ass. "To me, I know this immediately."

"F-fuck off, you did not."

"Oh, I did," Ilya gripped his chin, forcing Shane to look at him. "I see you... those beautiful freckles and I know how desperate you are for it. So obvious. Thought everyone was looking at this boy thinking how good he would look getting fucked. How well he would take it."

"Ilya..."

"Shh," Ilya patted his face. "But I think is better this way. That only I get to even imagine you like this. Only I get to have it."

"Only you," Shane agreed readily, hands flying to the zipper on Ilya's jeans.

"Only for me," Ilya agreed, letting Shane take down his pants and boxers. He pressed down on Shane's shoulders, the slightest pressure getting him to sink down, eyes already heavy. Ilya ran his hand through Shane's soft hair, watching the gold of his wedding ring catch the room's low light. "Only for me. Forever."

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

I feel like Ilya would be absolutely HORRIFIED that there's people out there who don't like going down on their partners

Like he just can't fathom how it could be a chore to someone

He can't understand how someone wouldn't want to do that all hours of the day

Ilya LOVES eating pussy/ass. He would bury himself between his hookups' legs for hours on end, it didn't matter if they were shaved or hairy, if they were fully cleaned out or not, if there was a 'taste', he was eating like a king at a damn FEAST

He'd lose himself while sucking dick too

He's 100% a swallower and is obsessed with cockwarming

He loves getting on his knees anywhere he's permitted

When Shane and him hook up, he's more excited about getting Shane off than himself. He just wants to eat and suck and absolutely DEVOUR him and wring orgasm after orgasm out of him because it's Ilya's favourite fucking thing to do

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He found out some people didn't like it while talking to a teammate about it, and the look on his face was one of absolute disgust and flabbergast

Ilya actually got so offended at the mere thought of denying his partner(s) that service, he made the entire team to bag skates for a week

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

Would anyone be interested in me posting one of my sci-fi esque stories? (I know I mainly post Heated Rivalry stuff, but I do actually enjoy writing original stuff/other fandom works)

Yes

No

Voting ended onJul 11

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

You can't tell me Ilya doesn't have a domesticity kink when it comes to Shane

Ilya finds the most mundane things about Shane hot as fuck

He texts Shane "what are you wearing?" and when Shane texts back a very-Shane response of "my new pajamas, they're from (x) brand", Ilya gets hard as FUCK because it's just so painfully Shane

He loves when Shane chooses to sit down and read a book with a cup of tea on a Friday night instead of going out clubbing

He loves how Shane prefers to fold his clothes before bed, before sex, before he showers

He loves how specific Shane is about things in their house, especially when it comes to cooking and cleaning

He loves every mundane bit of Shane, he lives off of it and relishes in the fact that he's the only one who gets to see Shane relaxed and content

It makes him feel proud that he's the one that makes Shane feel that way

He gets aroused at the sheer domesticity of them together

He just loves Shane so damn much

[natalyazwingz]

"Sam winchester cries during sex" oh yeah how would you know Dean Brotherfucking Winchester

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

I have a hc that Shane has some absolute crazy sensory issues, but it all goes out the window when it comes down to sex

Like I feel like Shane loves it loud, messy, and down right dirty

He's begging Ilya to spit in his mouth, to spread his cum all over his chest, stomach and thighs

He's choking, gagging and drooling all over Ilya's cock, lips and chin coated with precum and spit

They use more lube than necessary because Shane likes feeling down right soaked and ready

He whines and pleads Ilya to be rough and dirty, make him feel it inside and out

He wants Ilya's cum dripping out his hole and down the inside of his thighs

But he absolutely despises the sticky wet feeling after like 10 mins of everything ending

Then they do it all again in the shower 🙂‍↕️

[lesbianalumni]

tbh myshane doesn't like when ilya calls him "Hollander." It takes him back to those early days, but not in a good way. here is switchy shane becoming a power bottom over being called "Hollander" one too many times.

Shane matches Ilya’s roughness and leaves a trail of little bites and hickeys down his neck. He uses his fingernails to dig parallel lines on Ilya’s pecs, watching the skin turn white then red under his movement. He licks the man’s abs and then bites hard enough to leave an indent the shape of his four front teeth. 

This seems to wake something within Ilya, who flips them over in a flash and brings his own mouth down against Shane’s neck, sucking and biting and moaning into the warm skin. 

Ilya presses their bodies together, their cocks rutting and spreading the pre-cum leaking between them. Then it’s the normal wind-up, lube and condoms and fingers and moans and “okay please I’m ready please.” 

The moment Ilya thrusts inside of him, he lets out a deep, “Fuuuck, Hollander,” and Shane stills. It’s the third time Ilya has called him by his last name in as many days. 

“Stop,” Shane says, and of course Ilya does. He pulls out and looks concerned. 

“Everything okay?” Ilya asks, his brow furrowed. 

“Lay down,” Shane demands, gesturing toward the bed. Ilya complies. 

Shane uses the headboard for stability as he straddles Ilya and then sinks down onto his hard cock. He groans at the pressure. “You can’t-” Shane starts, gathering his thoughts. The clash of anger with horniness is making his brain spin. “You can’t fuck me while calling me that. Okay? I’m not Hollander to you.” 

“Shane,” Ilya moans immediately, the name sounding so perfect on his tongue. 

Shane grinds his hips down, rewarding Ilya for correcting himself. “Exactly,” he says. He sinks down until he can practically see the tip of Ilya’s cock through his own abdomen, so full of him, so content. When he looks down, Ilya’s eyes are pressed shut in a blissful expression, his arms tense as he holds Shane’s hips and helps him thrust. Shane uses his own hands to take Ilya’s off of him and pin them against the headboard. 

“You can call me slut,” Shane moans, filling himself up over and over again with Ilya. “Or cumslut, or baby, or hole.” He moves faster, thrilled at the control he has at this moment. “But not my fucking last name. Okay, Rozanov?” 

Ilya nods, his eyes still shut. His moans and the way he’s jerking his hips, the only part of his body in his own control right now, confirm that he’s enjoying this little switch up. 

“Look at me,” Shane demands. 

And Ilya finally opens his wide blue eyes, filled to the brim with lust. “Fuck, Shane,” he moans as they stare at each other, their bodies moving in tandem. 

“Look me in the eyes while you cum inside me,” Shane says. His hands are still holding Ilya’s arms down, but he moves one to cup the other man’s face. It’s not long before Ilya is crying out, his cock pulsing in a way that makes Shane spill all over Ilya’s stomach.  Read the full fic this is from on AO3

[m4s0ch1st1c-pup]

Random Heated Rivalry headcannons about Hollanov that probably make no sense to anyone but me

Shane

1) Shane can't spell for SHIT. He's a great talker, is amazing with words, but everyone has to stare at his texts for a hot minute trying to decipher what the FUCK that man was trying to say. Yuna still has to proof read all his documents because it's so bad

2) Shane is the most incompetent person in the kitchen. He's actually so terrible at it. He's banned from damn near every appliance, and is on thin ice with the microwave after almost exploding it one too many times. There's a reason he eats the same meal every time, it's the only thing he can make that doesn't kill anyone

3) Shane actually has a terrible skin and hair routine. Before he met Ilya, he was solely using 3-in-1 Head & Shoulders and MAYBE a half expired tube of lotion he got from a brand deal

Ilya

1) That mf doesn't tan, he ROASTS. The first time Shane and Ilya stay at the cottage, Ilya gets so damn sunburnt that Shane had to slather him in aloe vera and refused to let him go outside again without copious amounts of sunscreen and an umbrella

2) Ilya has damn near perfect hand writing. He has a beautiful mix of cursive and print, even and neat, perfectly gliding across the paper.

3) He actually prefers a fruity cocktail along with his vodka, he's not a fan of beer or other liquors (unless they're fruit flavoured)

Hollanov

1) They both write little notes to each other and leave them in every spot they can. They're all a mix of Russian and English, the Russian helps Shane learn Russian quicker

2) They have a specific aftercare routine whenever they come home from a practice. They have their preferred snacks, comfy clothes, and a shower routine that they do together. It's a way to check on each other and to calm down from the high of a game

3) They're both actually horrendous at doing laundry, they do rock, paper, scissors to determine who does it this time

[lavenderprose]

The thing about the Cottage is that yes they are making love. Yes they are saying the most emotionally vulnerable shit that they have ever said to another living person. Yes they are going at it missionary style bathed in moonlight and calling each other baby about it.

They are also, crucially, having the filthiest and nastiest sex that two guys in their twenties with an extremely willing monogamous partner can think up. Things are WILD. They are Yes And'ing each other in ways that they are legit going to have to process by sitting quietly alone in a room for an entire day at some point in the future.

They're going at it raw, of course. Ilya is spitting in his mouth and making Shane thank him for the privilege, then calling him a slut when he does. Shane is letting Ilya chase him through the woods. He's wrapping Ilya's fingers around his neck and begging while Ilya tightens his grip. Ilya decides at one point that if Shane can't come on his cock alone then he doesn't get to come. Shane doesn't receive oral a single time at the Cottage without having to swallow his own cum. Ilya walks around with a piece of gauze on his forearm because Shane bit him and drew blood. Ilya fucks Shane with his nose way up inside Shane's armpit the entire time, huffing and licking. Ilya comes on Shane's face in the shower and Shane is so far down and loves the feeling of being marked so much that he asks Ilya to piss on him. Shane is never more than two minutes away from having Ilya's tongue or dick in one of his holes, no warning given aside from a command to spread his legs or get on his knees.

It's a fucking tour de force of debauchery. And this, too, is lovemaking.