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heated rivalry

these and other lucky witnesses | hollanov | explicit | 10.2k reblog here (reblog here with graphic)

“I’m sorry, Dr. Rozanov,” Shane says. “You said that before, when you questioned me. Was that apology a lie?” he asks. Then, he adds, his voice a little lower, “Should I start to think of you as a liar, Mr. Hollander?” Again, Shane shakes his head and feels like a stupid little doll for how often he’s doing it. “No, no, I’m sorry. I swear. I’m just nervous.” Dr. Rozanov hums. “I have a feeling you spend a lot of your time provoking men, Mr. Hollander,” he notes neutrally.

it's like you never had wings | hollanov | explicit | 16k reblog here

No, Ilya isn’t a martyr, but he isn’t selfish either. Tonight he wants to be selfish. Ilya wants to use Shane. He wants to use his willingness, his body, his everything to make himself feel better. It’s a truth. Maybe an ugly one, but one that he owes to both himself and to Shane to accept. Tonight will be about him. And Shane, for his part, is a willing participant in it all. ‘I want to be useful,’ he had said.

like one of your girls | hollanov | explicit | 5.7k reblog here

Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories. Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort. It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs. Easy pussy.

give me what i want when i'm ready | hollanov | explicit | 4.8k

Hollander’s mouth flattens into the cutest, bitchiest little line. “Yeah, well, have you seen one on a guy before because…” he stops, waves a hand down at his crotch. “I have now,” Ilya answers honestly. He’s heard of it before, of course. Usually crude jokes amongst crude locker rooms, but he also knows for all the claims made from every other guy about how they’ve come across one, it’s rare. So of course Shane fucking Hollander gets the honour. Ilya can’t be mad though, considering that he’s about to reap the rewards of it. Shane Hollander wakes up with a pussy.

hockey rpf

here I lay still and breathless (still I want some more) | nick suzuki/jake evans | explicit | 12.4k reblog here

“How long?” Nick doesn’t bother playing dumb. “I don’t know. A while,” he mumbles. “I know you keep track of these things carefully, Nick,” Jake says. Nick does. He has an app on his phone and everything. The last entry is coded yellow. The app had told him all of the information he’d filled out suggested only a mildly satisfying session. It had helpfully recommend another one a week from then. It’s been more than a week. It’s been more than ‘more than a week.' He hasn't checked what colour the home screen will be when he opens the app these days. He doesn't want to see the red, the large frowning face that alerts him of how urgently he needs a scene. What the fuck do those apps even know, really? Nick is still learning how to be both a captain and a sub. Jake helps.

and you could teach me all the rules | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 5k

Nate isn’t the first one shocked that his presentation hadn’t come with a heat. He isn’t even the person closest to him who had clearly thought so. He still remembers the look on his mama’s face when she’d realized that nature had determined that he would be a beta. He’s heard it from his grandfather, even his fucking neighbours. But that doesn't mean he has to like hearing it from Nate. Biology and nature don’t always get it right.

you got a way with me | sidney crosby/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 2.4k

Sometimes, when they’ve been doing this long enough—when Nate really wants him down there for a long, long time—Sid’s mouth dries up until it’s just rough friction, his tongue almost scraping painfully. That has its own strange appeal. But this, when Sid’s drooling like this, making a mess out of his cheeks as he moves his mouth hungrily, this is Sid’s favourite. He knows it's Nate’s favourite too, so he glances up at Nate to see his face, watch the hunger. Sid, Nate and a much needed afternoon alone.

series: better kind of best friend (pt 1 & 2)

part 1: got my finger on her trigger | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 6k

“You promise this won't make it weird?” Jo asks slowly. She knows the whole ‘gay woman falls in love with her straight friend’ trope is something that happens, sometimes. She doesn't want to put Nate in that position. Nate's mouth curls into a grin. “That won't be a problem on my end, honey.” Jo gets broken up with by her shitty boyfriend. Nate makes her feel better. (Or: The fic where dirtbag lesbian Nate fucks her straight bestie Jo

part 2: they come and go, but my baby lingers | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 10k

There’s something hard pressed up against her ass. Something hard, and thick and grinding forward with every pulse of Nate’s hips. She’s been in this position countless times before, some guy she’s about to sleep with grinding his cock against her ass. But it’s never made her this dizzy before. “Is that…” she says, unable to finish her sentence. “That dick I wrecked you with last time?” Nate asks. She yanks Jo’s dress, hitching it up so it’s bunched around her waist. “No. I can’t get that one shoved into any of the clothes I own, it's too big, you remember, don't you? Your little pussy must, at least.” Jo goes on a date and Nate crashes it.

say that I can have it | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 6k

Nate’s eyes gravitate right back to where they were so intent before. Jo’s pussy throbs under the scrutiny. “You already look even prettier than the video,” he tells Jo. “I didn’t realize that was possible, baby.” Jo has a pussy and accidentally sends a video of him playing with it to Nate.

knees down at your altar | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 39.3k

“Back off, Mikko. I won him.” Jo flushes, but he allows it. He remembers everyone joking around that night, saying how clear it was that it’d obviously be Nate who won and kept asking him what he’d do with Jo when he did. “It was rigged this entire time,” LOC says from the opposite end of the locker room. “It was always gonna be Nate.” Nate wins Jo’s obedience in a bet.

hot as a fever, rattling bones | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 3.7k

“Nate,” Jo says, grabbing on to Nate’s arm. His pussy is dripping now. He can feel the phantom sensation of Nate's hand on his tail, pulling it up and out of the way so Nate can get inside and fill him—knot him. Catboy Jo goes in heat unexpectedly. Nate helps.

series: you've kissed him (and he'll never forgive you)(part 1, 2 & 3)

part 1: i say i want you inside me (and you hold my head underwater) | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 13.7k

“It's good for you too, Drou. You can find yourself a girl too instead of spending all your time with Nate." Jo's face feels hot but when Nate snaps, "He talks to girls all the time. He can just keep his fuckin’ mouth shut," his face feels like it might be on fire. Jo hears the words for what they are. A warning that Jo should keep his fuckin’ mouth shut and keep up appearances that he's straight. That he hasn’t had Nate inside him, talking about what’s between his legs like he’s a girl. Jo tunes out. His fingers itch for the wand of his lip gloss. Jo wants Nate and will do anything to make Nate want him back. Nate takes advantage of that.

part 2: i swallow your heart (and it crawls right out of my mouth) | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 24.8k

It'd be so much easier to stay away from Nate if he were awful all the time. But he isn't. He's funny and caring and protective and an amazing friend—and he's also the person who hurts Jo the worst. It's an awful contradiction to try to make sense of. Jo decides to stop trying. He knows he can't stay away from Nate. He won't. It may be the thing that ruins him but he's not letting go. Jo makes it to the NHL and continues down his path of reckless, painful and unrequited love. Nate sends mixed signals. Everything, including the sex, gets messier.

part 3: you swallow my heart and flee (but I want it back now, baby) | jonathan drouin/nathan mackinnon | explicit | 31.4k