pitted ice and dulled skates

selective private mutuals only multimuse 25+ mun is over 30 MDNI

[thetenthman]

#THETENTHMAN ⸻ a   wickedly selective and private indie MULTIMUSE   focusing on characters from  HEATED RIVALRY with some non-request-able muses from MARVEL and THE BOYS. Center ice has Ilya ROZANOV, Scott HUNTER, and Eric BENNET. Penned by Strange (she/her, 30+) here for multiverses, crossovers, and all the ocs. 25+ only, minors and personals dni.

RULES;; PLAYERS;; TEAMMATES;; SPONSORS;; WISHLISTS;; WIRE;; TODO LISTS;;

Imma keep making it pretty, still under construction etc but @kindawild MADE ALL THE GRAPHICS. I don’t deserve her. But imma cling onto her like a sloth.

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Luca had been drawn into the kitchen by the smell of the dinner Eric was making, haven been waken from his nap after practice from the delicious scent. He knew he was probably coming up on his heat since he didn't normally nap on nights that he didn't have games. He was lucky to have Eric in his life, not having to hire helper Alphas to make it through his heats anymore, and the older man took such good care of him, following his diet and still coming up with meals that tasted absolutely amazing.

"I always thought Shane was lucky to have found Ilya, they're so perfect for one another and I assumed I would never have that. That I would have to settle since I'm one of only two omegas in the whole NHL, I thought Alphas would be turned off by a high performing omega that might make more money than them or whatever. That they would be threatened by me and I would be alone. But then I found you and you're absolutely the best thing I have ever had."

Luca raised his eyebrows as Eric teased him, going over and wrapping his arms around him from behind, breathing in his soothing scent and rubbing his cheek against him to get his scent on his Alpha, "No, I don't want a bad Alpha and I'm not bored of my life. How could I be? My life is perfect."

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The hints of Luca’s nap are everywhere. A line across his cheek from where the pillow had pressed against his skin. The wrinkle to his clothes. The slight mussing of his hair. All these things make something coil tight within Eric’s belly. It isn’t so much desire - for all that it is, there’s been a hum of it in the house for a few days and Eric wonders if maybe, maybe it’s time. Luca hasn’t broached the subject yet, though, so Eric leaves it. For now.

For as long as he can.

Normally Eric is a master of his own need, able to control those rampant rages of lust. Normally. Not when they first met. Not from that first curve of Luca’s mouth, or the heady weight of his scent. Then Eric had been insatiable. Then nothing could stop him from making claim. It had been difficult and turbulent but also entirely worth it. Worth this. That want that made up each breath that Eric took, the knowing that this man was his.

It’s that possession that broils within him. It’s molten and deadly, but the desperation has tempered. He doesn’t feel crazy with it anymore. Or at least not crazy in the same way. There’s a calm brought about by what they have. By what they will have. When that final bond is made … eventually.

“Maybe I’m just an alpha who likes to be kept.” The musing is said down at their dinner, Eric still astonished that any alpha worth the name would have any such concerns at all. Isn’t the point of being an alpha being the top of the pack? Being unbothered? Rising above it all. Eric knows he’s capable, doesn’t having a mate who is as much or even more so just mean he’s all the more fortunate?

Eric has never understood small minded people and doubts that he’ll be able to start now. Not that it matters. Nothing matters more than the body pressed against his, the scent draping around him, the heat passing through the thin fabric of their clothes.

And it is heat. Luca is hot, as in hot to the touch.

With those same steady, measured movements, Eric places the cover down and allows the mixture to simmer. The wooden spoon is set on its rest, and Eric’s hands wiped fastidiously on the kitchen towel. All with him leaned slightly back against Luca, before Eric finally turns, sighing in utter relaxation as he turns in Luca’s arms, leaning down to brush his lips against the blond’s.

“Well with this perfect life,” and Eric did also find it pretty close to perfection as could be, “is there maybe something we should discuss?” Eric’s thumbs ghost across the sharpness of Luca’s cheekbones, before he presses his palm and then his lips against Luca’s forehead, breathing him in deep, and pulling him closer.

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[thetenthman]

im so fucking sad hahahaha

[francoisarnaudsource]

François Arnaud | 2026 Las Culturistas Awards

[bigkuzdra]

François Arnaud attends The 86th Annual Peabody Awards at Beverly Wilshire

[thetenthman]

must. sort. books.

[connorstorriegifs]

Connor Storrie | XiOX Magazine (2023)

[caprozanov]

✘ ♕ ✘ By the time Scott had emerged from the bathroom, Ilya was sitting on the foot of his own bed, legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle as he seemingly casually watched the soccer highlights on TV. He heard the door open, but kept his gaze trained on the commentators just a little longer. It was late, he was tired from the flight and starving. Annoyance was seeping back in as he realized he'd have to spend the duration of the Anaheim All Stars game with the captain of the opposing team, all because of some dumb clerical error.

"Fucking finally," the Russian complained as he stood and grabbed his change of clothes from the bed. It was then that he turned and witnessed the view that suddenly greeted him. Nearly naked, glowing with beads of water, Hunter stood in the room looking like the chiseled model on the cover of some dime back smut novel. Ilya froze, blinking for a moment.

"Oh, so rooming with you I get dinner and a show?" he finally quipped once he found his voice. Though his eyes were glued to the other, he was able to play it off as though he were mostly amused rather than turned on. Not that he'd admit to the latter at all. "I don't think I want to know what you boys do in New York."

Judging by the red that blossomed over the other's neck, though, it seemed that he was experiencing some emotions of his own. Rather than dwell, Ilya filed that information away for later, then grabbed his change of clothes and headed into the steamy bathroom.

Rather than close the door, though, he traded his clothes for a dry towel, and whipped it into a thin, twisted line before poking his head back out around the corner. "Hey Hunter," he said, a mischievous smirk crossing his features. "Welcome to Anaheim." Then he snapped the towel at the other's waist, hitting the mark dead on with a loud (and probably painful) smack, causing the towel that hunter wore to fall unceremoniously to the floor. Ilya merely grinned and shot him a wink before disappearing behind the closed door of the bathroom.

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Embarrassment seeps, seems to make up Scott’s entire existence, but it’s hard not to smile in the presence of Rozanov’s annoyance. It’s a thing that Scott has earned, that he almost always longs for, getting on the Russian’s nerves. It’s hard work, too, Scott always trying his damndest to come up with the best chirps that would crawl underneath all that golden skin.

It would probably be best if he didn’t look too damn close at the why for that.

So it eases some things. Eases the way the length of Rozanov stretched out like that makes something molten pool and twist in Scott’s stomach. Allows Scott to smirk at the weak shot that Roz offers, “I make you that nervous, Rozzy?” Drawled, deep, slow and sinful as Scott takes his steps backwards, turned so he can watch every micro-expression that crosses Ilya’s face.

“Is that what you do in locker rooms?” That rejoinder is weak, but Scott’s tension releases just a little as Ilya finally leaves the room, all of it flooding back instantly as Ilya’s there once more, as his towel strikes and Scott’s towel falls.

“Is that what you wanted?” Heated, daring, Scott’s hand lays palm flat in the still slick plane of his stomach, moving down. “Is this what you do in Boston?” It’s the same joke Scott could have made a thousand times in the decades spent in those places where nudity means nothing but looking is a weakness. A tease, a taunt, offered to a dozen teammates, which in turn had been offered to him.

But not like this. Not with the shallow depth of Scott’s breathing, not with the heat in his skin and the heavily lidded gaze that watches the cut of Ilya’s mouth, and the sharpness of his wink.

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Scott grumbles under his breath, picking up the towel and moving to get dressed. Fuck. As in what the fuck is he doing? In the closet for most of his life and what? Going to get outed because Rozanov winked at him?

Fuck.

[thetenthman]

Wire? Wire?

[thetenthman]

Three posts are today’s goal! Want in? Hit the button (it helps my brain)

- Ilya/Kyle angstypoo

- eric/luca

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Only ONE MORE SLOT. act now!!

[thetenthman]

Three posts are today’s goal! Want in? Hit the button (it helps my brain)

- Ilya/Kyle angstypoo

- eric/luca

- eric/rae

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"There are so many horror stories about bad Alphas… but not you." (From Luca for Eric)

Eric stills. Their kitchen smells amazing, like an Italian summer night, heavy with the scent of tomatoes, basil, fresh bread (Eric number two weakness). The skillet he’s stirring bubbles, not too fast, not boiling, but enough as he watches the tomatoes continue to break down, their flavor concentrating as the aroma does all around them.

Tonight’s dinner is shakshuka. The girls had been laying well, and it’s one of Eric’s favorite things to make. The almost ludicrousness of how decadent it is, rich, over powering, soaking your tongue and staining your plates and even though Eric needs everything to be in perfect order which includes each bit of hand-thrown pottery being spotless afterwards, the indulgence of it is worth it.

Luca speaks though, his tone causing Eric to turn, smile creeping onto his features as his gaze runs over that beautiful blonde in his life. Skilled, brilliant, wickedly sharp, Eric often muses about how life would have been without him. How sad Eric would have been. How sad and pathetic and he’d never ever have known because perfection didn’t exist until Luca did.

“Is that something you hear about often?” Eric allows his gaze to linger, waiting for Luca to meet it, for that electricity to zing between them as Eric’s nostrils flair even with all that scent in the air. “Something you worry about?” His words are an easy, languid drawl. “Would you rather I be a bad alpha?” His eyes blink impossibly slow before he turns to dinner once more. “Maybe my omega is unsatisfied with his good, boring life.”

[thetenthman]

Okay I only did two posts. But that was DOUBLE yesterday and I had fun on wire and plotting. So I love you lot bunches.

[thetenthman]

@drwlf his dogs name is SIMON (obvs this means Scott and wolf need to meet)

[attcntiondefislut]

Omegaverse smut

Please be aware that there is an element of non-con for some of these sentences (and for this kind of verse as a whole.) If you are not okay with non-con themes, this might not be a good meme for you to reblog. Please note that, while betas don't have their own section in this meme, betas could still be speaking to the others.

For the Alphas

"Breed me."

"Knot me."

"Knock me up."

"Please don't. I don't want a mate yet!"

"But I don't want you to be my Alpha!"

"At least use a condom."

"Don't you feel any guilt after you take advantage of an omega?"

"Aren't you done with your rut yet? I'm tired and my body hurts."

"Please. I can't wait anymore. I need your cock!"

"I have a boyfriend/girlfriend, don't you have other omega friends that can help you through your rut?"

"What if I'm not pregnant yet? Can we go again to make sure?"

"Being an Alpha doesn't give you the right to use people!"

"There are so many horror stories about bad Alphas... but not you."

"Your scent always calms me down, Alpha."

"Omegas just don't have the same kind of fight in them... that's why I want you instead."

"I'm an Alpha too, asshole. Leave me alone."

"How do we decide who tops? Who's dick is bigger?"

"Omegas aren't your property!"

"You're too big, take it out please!"

"Please go easy... you're so big, but I want every inch."

For the Omegas

"Fuck, are you going into heat? Here?!"

"You're already leaking and I've barely touched you."

"What do you mean you don't want it? You're soaked."

"Your pretty holes are mine, bitch."

"Let me help you build your nest. You can have my (clothing)."

"You lost your rights the day you presented as an omega."

"We're not done yet. I'm going to fill you with my seed all night long."

"You poor thing. Let me get you to safety."

"I don't have an omega of my own... Could you help me?"

"I promise not to mate you, I just need your body for a little while..."

"Just let me get you to the bed and I'll take care of you."

"Doesn't it hurt when they knot you? A big dick is bad enough, but a knot too?"

"Did your Alpha train you to take their cock? I'll have to thank them the next time I see them."

"Are you okay? I saw what they did to you. What a monster!"

"Hands and knees. Your slick hole is all you're good for."

"I'm gonna stuff you full of my cum and leave you plugged up all night."

"You're crying -- does it hurt that bad?"

"Such a tight little bitch. Do you want extra prep or should I force it in?"

"Crying won't make me stop so get over it."

"Fuck that was hot. I would have offered to help but I couldn't stop watching. That happens to you just because you're an omega?"

"Hey, little omega. I saw what that Alpha did to you... and now I want my turn."

"Spread your legs. They paid me a lot of money to use you tonight and my omegas don't say no."

[ostolero]