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is this that mythical unnegotiated unacknowledged soft dom service top guard dog y’all have been talking about
shane as snoopy (pt. 1)
"Yeah, I've seen a lot of just me next to Snoopy. I don't know if Snoopy comes first or me but I'll do something and then they'll show Snoopy doing that exact thing. I'm like did you create that or am I just Snoopy. I love Snoopy."
This is me begging for someone to play Ilya for my journalist oc—thank you🫡
Like if interested
open to M
connection: best friends with benefits
Y/M made it clear from the beginning that he doesn't do romance. ash agreed, because he can't risk romance distracting him from his sports career. it's a healthy, mutually respectful, awesome dynamic. —then ash fucks it up by falling in love.
"azure," he gasps out after breaking the kiss. it's the first time ash uses his safeword. they're not fucking, not even shirtless. all they've been doing is making out on the sofa. ash is the one who kisses him first tonight, straddles his lap, eases him to lay down, even slides a hand under his shirt. rewind it back even further— ash is the one who agreed to this dynamic. he knew exactly what he was getting into. no romance? perfect, sign him up. ash sacrificed his whole life for f./1. he can't jeopardize winning the championship. but somewhere along the way of flying back here after races, countless texts across time zones, and spending breaks together, ash falls for this man. "i'm sorry, i- i can't—" ash struggles to breathe. closing his eyes, his whole body burns. "fuck-"
It wasn’t even Nicky’s idea to hook-up, he had been content to use his night off of everything dance, exchanging Marley floors for his couch, a fluffy blanket, and a multi-seasoned tv show. That idea had went out the window when Ash had called, and he was fine with that. Now he was on his back—still on the couch—there was no urgency and Nicky found it nice. That was when he had heard their safe word, which had him sitting up, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Hey, hey, hey. We don’t have to do anything, alright?” Never mind that it was Ash who initiated everything. “You okay? Do you uhh, need me to get you anything?” Now this was uncharted territory for Nicky.
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Tommy took the third finger in stride, groaning at the feeling of being stretched by the hockey player’s thick fingers. It was only when he pulled away that Tommy was about to talk back once more. That was nipped in the butt as soon as he thought about it though, instead he watched Shane roll on a condom, slicking it up.
His head fell back once more as he felt Shane’s cock enter him, eyes closing as he let out shaky breaths. Tommy’s hands went to grip at the man’s shoulders, nails digging in as he took in every inch. “Holy—Jesus.” He breathes out, clearly not wanting to curse more than he already had.
Shane wasn't usually a top. Sure, he had sex with Rose. Twice. But it hadn't gone well. He preferred being the bottom. And yet...fuck...Tommy was tight. It felt amazing around his cock. He nuzzled gently into Tommy's neck as his eyes focused on Ilya who was walking towards them.
Ilya pulled Shane's head up, kissing him deeply, hard cock on full display as Shane slowly started moving inside of the other man.
Tommy’s face was screwed up in absolute pleasure as he was fucked by Shane. His body moved with the Hockey players, clawing at him, begging for more despite getting everything.
With how close Ilya was, Tommy reached out, stroking the man’s painfully hard cock.
“Fuck Shane, it’s so good.” He encouraged.
Looking to plot over on discord. The heated rivalry brainrot has also been crazy, so if you can play Ilya for one of my muses that would be great! Like if interested so I can share discord
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ilya really had thought he was alone, not that the lashing out would have changed even if people were around. the boy had always been known to have a temper, and there wasn't anything that could change that. but still, the stranger's voice had taken him by surprise, stumbling back for just a moment before his gaze found where the voice had come from. it certainly wasn't someone that he knew, and immediately his defenses were up. he'd barely noted the blood on his hand, a simple, ❝ i'm fine. ❞ falling from the boys lips. but as the stranger, tommy - something he'd fight to remember, got closer and the fabric wrapped around his palm, he had to question. ❝ what are you doing? ❞ the question came out before he could stop it, unsure why the other would want to help him. he hadn't even known him. but then he'd remember the introduction, obviously he was press, looking to get a story from anywhere, and in that moment ilya knew better than to let out anything else. ❝ thank you. ❞ the words simple, easy, media trained, and he wouldn't put his foot in his mouth, not after this loss.
It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what Ilya was doing, Tommy could figure out the man was shutting down from a mile away. Although, that wasn’t one of the things requested of him from the Boston Globe, it was just one of his own minor talents. He glanced up at Ilya with a closed mouth, all knowing smile. He wanted Ilya to know he could read him like a book even if the Russian refused to say more than a couple of words. “I did Boy Scouts, they taught us how to stop bleeding, never from an ice skate though. So maybe consult a professional—hold that and keep the pressure,” he pulls away, standing up straight to properly look at the man. “It wasn’t exactly worth getting an injury over. Unless there’s more to it?” Tommy was obviously fishing for a story, for more than two words. “Off the record, promise.” He was lying and just like anyone in their own field attempting to get a leg up.
The second finger added had Tommy throwing his head back with a groaned out “Jesus Christ, Shane.”
The man’s fingers were thick and doing just enough to Tommy that he was desperate for more and everything that he was willing to give him.
“Can you hurry up?” He asks breathlessly, eventually losing his patience, it was a bad habit of his to want something and need it immediately.
Both Shane and Ilya laughed at Tommy's impatience. Meanwhile, Ilya pulled down his own pants, revealing his erection. He stroked himself slowly as he watched Shane add a third finger.
Just a few moments longer and he was pulling his fingers out. Pulling on a condom, Shane slicked that up as well before shifting them both so that Ilya could watch as Shane's cock slowly pushed into Tommy's tight hole.
Tommy took the third finger in stride, groaning at the feeling of being stretched by the hockey player’s thick fingers. It was only when he pulled away that Tommy was about to talk back once more. That was nipped in the butt as soon as he thought about it though, instead he watched Shane roll on a condom, slicking it up.
His head fell back once more as he felt Shane’s cock enter him, eyes closing as he let out shaky breaths. Tommy’s hands went to grip at the man’s shoulders, nails digging in as he took in every inch. “Holy—Jesus.” He breathes out, clearly not wanting to curse more than he already had.
My work gave me the rest of the week of so someone please help with my boredom and like if you would either like to create a thread or discord rp
Open for Ilya Rozanov muses
Listen, Tommy had tried and failed multiple times to get an interview with the illustrious Ilya Rozanov, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. The Russian had perfected avoiding Tommy over the years and he couldn’t help but to admire that about the guy. That and the fact that Ilya was one of the best players in the league.
Either way, Tommy had devised a plan. Granted, cornering Ilya in the locker room after him and Boston had lost the cup wasn’t his best idea. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it with a triumphant grin. “Mind if I get a few quotes on the game, Rozanov?” He wanted more than a few quotes, and they both knew that.
open: m connection: someone on his team, on the opposing team, a fan, hollander, anything !
it had been a devastating loss, one that he hadn't been prepared for, one that the team hadn't been prepared for. they should have easily won; there was no reason the shots weren't made tonight. ilya had played his ass off, scoring more shots tonight than the last two games combined, and still - it wasn't enough when the rest of the team couldn't get their shit together. he was sick of having to be there for everyone, to be the one they could depend on when they couldn't pull their own weight. ilya had waited long enough, the locker room was empty, and he was sure the area was as well. that was what he'd wanted, slamming a locker door shut with a loud roar. there was so much pent-up frustration boiling up in his body that he'd needed to get it out somehow. he'd hiked his bag up over his shoulder, gripping the skates in the other hand as he walked out into the open area. the cool chill of the arena, quiet as everyone had drained out, confetti still littered the ground from the win, but it wasn't for him. they weren't going to the playoffs, they were out of for the season, and it wasn't until ilya had gripped the skates that he'd realized just how tightly he was holding them. the sharp slicing pain, the blood dripping down his fingers until he threw the pair at the wall. ❝ fuck! ❞ he called out, low, rough, loud as it echoed off the walls.
Hollander had been having a pretty good season, at least as far Tommy knew, and maybe Boston hadn’t had the best game, and maybe they had lost—but Ilya Rozanov had one of his best games that season. It was for that reason—and just the requirements of his job—that Tommy wanted an interview with the Russian on the season, the last game, and the loss as a whole. He admired the hockey player for everything he stood for, and that was why he waited and waited for Rozanov to exit the Boston Raider’s locker room, just to get a minute with him. It was when Tommy was about to give up and run home with his tail tucked behind his legs that he heard the telltail sound of the slamming of a locker and moments later, Ilya walked out, looking way less than happy. Tommy’s eyes watched Rozanov carefully, only noticing the blood once the Russian cursed.
He approached Ilya carefully, as if approaching a wounded animal. “Ilya Rozanov? Thomas Moore from the Boston globe. You alright?” Even as he asked, Tommy removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around the man’s hand. “It was an admirable loss, if you ask me.” Not that he had, Tommy just wanted Ilya to see what he saw as well as others.
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Open starter for anyone who muses Ilya Rozanov
Listen, Tommy had tried and failed multiple times to get an interview with the illustrious Ilya Rozanov, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. The Russian had perfected avoiding Tommy over the years and he couldn’t help but to admire that about the guy. That and the fact that Ilya was one of the best players in the league.
Either way, Tommy had devised a plan. Granted, cornering Ilya in the locker room after him and Boston had lost the cup wasn’t his best idea. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it with a triumphant grin. “Mind if I get a few quotes on the game, Rozanov?” He wanted more than a few quotes, and they both knew that.
@indiestarter
Looking to plot over on discord. The heated rivalry brainrot has also been crazy, so if you can play Ilya for one of my muses that would be great! Like if interested so I can share discord
While Tommy hated how exposed he was as, he was obsessed with the intimacy of getting stretched open in preparation to to take a cock.
He kissed Shane back happily, only to pull away—not too far—to gasp as he felt Shane’s finger finally enter him. Tommy’s cock was hard, and it didn’t take him long before he was grinding down onto Shad’s finger, arm wrapped around Shane’s neck to keep him close in case he wanted to pull away.
Tommy caught eye contact with Ilya, staring down at the man’s cock as he rode his boyfriend’s fingers like he had been doing it for years.
Shane kissed Tommy's cheek as he watched Ilya as well. Ilya who seemed far too turned on.
"That's it...Beautiful. Now...add another finger. Stretch him nice and wide for your cock, Hollander."
Shane's eyes grew dark as he adds another finger to Tommy's hole, curling them, and stroking at Tommy's sweet spot.
The second finger added had Tommy throwing his head back with a groaned out “Jesus Christ, Shane.”
The man’s fingers were thick and doing just enough to Tommy that he was desperate for more and everything that he was willing to give him.
“Can you hurry up?” He asks breathlessly, eventually losing his patience, it was a bad habit of his to want something and need it immediately.
