He’s At It Again (getting Inside A Man)

Awww goalie love ❤️

Ullmark consoles Swayman after the loss.

LOOLLLLL @ Lauren talking about deserving the cup as if she is on the ice helping the team. I don't think a Stanley Cup can make her more famous, being shameless and marrying McCheater will be her most famous moment. Even though she clearly wants to be famous and an influencer, she just comes across as fake and materialistic with no standards to be marrying an ugly cheater for clout and money. Too many people think that showing their uninteresting, dumb, backboneless, selves mean they're entitled to people's attention and adoration LOL

What I don't like about their team is that they are put on a pedestal BEFORE they have won anything. And they themselves confuse ambitions and real achievements. They lost and that's a fact. When they win with a crushing score then we will talk about their greatness lol

Okay, I just pulled the rip cord! COMFORT FOOD just posted. This is a sequel to my Quinn Hughes/Joel Farabee a/b/o fic, Hockey boys are Shameless—the long fic I’m probably most proud of.

Here’s the blurb for Comfort food:

Blurb:

When Quinn was a child, his Grammy Weinberg promised that, one day, he’d woo his future mate by baking for him. But the paths of true love and culinary magic rarely meet without romantic complication—or the very best desserts in the end.

Companion story to Hockey Boys are Shameless.

Februwhumpkinkuary Day 1 @febuwhump: vocal cords / @kinkuary: age gap Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin • 4,988 words • Explicit

Omegaverse, older!alpha!Geno/rookie!omega!Sid, mentions of Sid/Mario, omegaphobia, blowjobs, deepthroating, undernegotiated kink, a little nipple play and dirty talk.

Read on AO3.

local dirtbag (russian edition) beyond our ice s5e6: the final push

do not. ask me how I came up with this plot idea

Historical fiction. Kirill is a soldier in a war, and after some things go wrong, he gets stuck in the tents of soldiers who are injured and sick. A member of the clergy tells him to keep them company and listen to their stories. He sits beside a teenager who's dying, someone he's seen a few times in the past months but never really got to know. He doesn't even know his name. The teen (who speaks in broken Russian) asks Kirill to write a letter to his uncle. Kirill is half worried whoever his uncle is won't understand Cyrillic, but he does so anyway.

The letter travels all the way to Norway, where the uncle, Mats, finds it in his mailbox one morning. He speaks a little Russian, but knows nothing about Cyrillic. So first he finds someone who can translate it in his village, but when he does they can't fully read it. They tell him it's about his nephew and that another soldier wrote this letter for him. It has his name and troop number. Mats can mentally put the pieces together, but he wants to know what the rest of the letter says. Not just that, he wants to meet the soldier who was with his nephew in his dying moment.

And so he sets forth on a journey, traveling between countries, to puzzle together who this soldier may be and where he can find him. And well... when you learn so much from others about a single person, and you spend months of your life searching for him, sometimes it's hard not to fall in love with him, right?

for the rarepair challenge: pat maroon/jeremy swayman + biting?

rarepair challenge // accepting

bite down (till you hit something)

672 words, M for suggestive themes.

Pat thinks he’s going insane. 

No… no, he knows he’s going insane. 

Like most hockey players, he’s got a bit of an oral fixation. His is relatively manageable, the mouthguard is enough to satisfy him, but he does sometimes just like to bite things. It’s probably related to his guard dog status, but whatever. He’s not hurting anyone. 

But when he joined the Bruins, and watched Jeremy stick his tongue out to drag his jersey up into his mouth, to bite it and lift it- god. God damn. The first time he saw it up close, he had to stop himself from saying ‘fuck’ out loud. It was hot, Jeremy’s tongue was flexible. 

But the later in the season they go, the more Jeremy’s routine gets to Pat. There have been teammates with routines that made Pat do a double take before sure- stretching and working a muscle set that looked… suggestive at best. He’s glanced, then kept his thoughts to himself. 

But holy fuck. 

The tongue… and the bite. The bite. 

It’s a random one that breaks the camel’s back. Pat keeps his thoughts to himself for the game, for the post-game media, the team getting undressed and redressed. But when most people have cleared out, Pat- he needs. 

“Sway,” He calls out. Jeremy’s head swivels, and when he sees who’s calling him, he smiles up at Pat. “Hey, bud, what’s up?”

“Why- why do you do that during warmups?”

“What, the twitches? It’s a goalie warmup-”

“No, not that- the, the tongue, and the jersey bite.”

Jeremy blinks, blinks again. “Oh. Uh, I don’t know, I just-”

“You know what you look like, doing that, yeah?” 

Jeremy blushes a little, light pink dusting his cheekbones, but he smirks. “I don’t do it because of that, but yeah, I know.”

Pat steps closer, and Jeremy looks up again, eyes wide. 

“You look like- fuck, Sway, you really do look like a dog when you bite your jersey like that.” Pat croaks, stepping closer again. Jeremy’s brow furrows and he glances around at Pat’s face. After a moment, the confusion clears. 

“They call me bulldog for a reason.” 

Pat huffs, and his eyes drop from Jeremy’s face to his neck. His teeth ache. He licks his lips, and Jeremy watches, suddenly transfixed. They’re close now, chest to chest with Jeremy’s back resting on the wall. Pat makes a low sound in his chest, something like a rumble, and Jeremy answers with a whimper. Pat leans down, and Jeremy leans up, expecting a kiss, but is disappointed when Pat just nuzzles his cheek. He rubs his hairy cheek against Jeremy’s, and brings a hand up to cup the back of Jeremy’s head and neck. 

He leans further down still, and pauses right before sinking his teeth into the soft, pale skin of the front of Jeremy’s neck.

Jeremy gasps wetly, legs going weak, and his head goes limp against Pat’s hand. Pat rumbles again, digging his teeth in a little more, and Jeremy keens. Pat can feel the sound under his mouth, in his teeth, and he presses Jeremy back into the wall. 

Pat wants- god, he wants. He wants to dig in, rip and tear and relish in the squeals and moans he knows will come from the throat he’s ravaging. He wants to let go and rub his face all over Jeremy’s neck- leave him covered in beard burn that he’ll feel for days afterwards. He wants to lick over all the beautiful pale skin he can see. 

He wants it all. But for now, he’ll settle for biting a massive bruise into the skin, stake his claim on the pretty goalie. He works his teeth in a little more, feels Jeremy whimper again, and finally lets go. He leans up and has to hold Jeremy up before he falls. The poor goalie is dazed, eyes distant and dark and hazy, chest heaving with each breath. 

“Bulldog, eh?” Pat asks. He watches Jeremy’s throat bob around a swallow. His teeth ache.

Hi stars, esox here 😀 I've been enjoying playing the Krakenblr Bingo game, and am hoping you'll write something for one of my Bingos! I'm a Montour fan if you're willing to feature him, maybe with his D-partner? I love LarsDunn too, that's how I got to Kraken hockey actually. I'm good with kink, but I'm not a big reader of whump. Holiday, kneeling, humor, (soft) BDSM, off-season ... If any of those separately or together in any combo work, perfect!

Otherwise, please message me because I am happy to be more detailed if that's your thing. I'm actively trying to not do that now after not doing a good job providing prompts for a couple of earlier Bingos. Hopefully I'm getting better at prompts though! Thanks for much for offering up a ficlet! Have a lovely evening 🦑🏒

thank you for the wonderful prompt!! i hope you enjoy <3

They play the Panthers at home. They win, and Monty gets first star. Monty gets first star, and he picks Josh. Josh isn’t exactly sure how it started, this whole thing of taking your own guys to the Room. He definitely never heard of it before he came to the Kraken. But since he’s been with his new team, it’s happened maybe…twenty percent of their wins, Josh estimates? Often enough that the guys aren’t weird about it when the trainer comes around and Monty says, Muzzy, let’s go. No awkward silences, no raised eyebrows or weird stares, no jeers or protests. Just some wolf whistles and gentle chirping as Monty steers Josh out of the locker room and down the hallway, massaging his shoulders as he drives Josh’s body forward. “There’s nobody in either room I want more than you, Muzz,” Monty explains, when Josh asks. “Yeah, but, you already have me,” Josh counters. And boy, does Monty ever have him. Wrapped around his little finger and tied up with a bow. Monty shrugs. “All the more reason to have you with all the accoutrements, no? Make it something special.” He lowers his head down to Josh’s ear, breath warm against the side of his neck, and Josh shivers. “Think of all the beautiful things I can do to you in the Room I can’t do in a regular hotel.”

It’s been a long while since Josh has been chosen for a Room, so he doesn’t really understand what Monty means until they actually get there and the door swings open, Josh’s mouth falling open along with it. “I’ll let you choose, sweet thing,” Monty says, striding into the room with confidence, as Josh remembers to shut his mouth. “Do you want to start on the fucking bench, or the X-frame?” Josh’s throat goes dry, clicking as he tries to make sound, his mind only half-present as he takes in the shelves of brightly-coloured toys, ropes, and other equipment. But Monty’s looking at him expectantly, so warm and eager, and Josh feels the tug in his gut pulling him further into the room like he’s attached to an invisible string. He moves toward the X-frame without words as Monty grins that damn thousand-watt smile. “Oh, good choice, sweetheart,” Monty coos, skimming his hands down Josh’s flank as he leans in to suck and nibble at the soft skin of Josh’s neck. “Clothes off, that’s a good boy.” He pulls back to let Josh stretch his top off over his head, and when Josh drops the baselayer to the floor and looks back, Monty’s looking him up and down with such transparent want that it makes Josh’s stomach backflip. Josh shimmies his bottoms and underwear down his hips, and then he’s naked in front of Monty, who’s holding a soft-looking weft of ice-blue rope in his hands. “How-” Josh croaks. Swallows. “How do you want me?” “Gonna wrap you up all nice and pretty for me, then tie you up to the cross,” Monty winks. “Arms out, legs apart.” The rope is just as soft as it looks as Monty winds it around deftly around Josh’s torso, working his way down between his legs to neatly truss his cock and balls. He pays special attention to the ties around Josh’s junk, making sure there’s extra room for Josh’s rapidly hardening cock, sliding a finger under the rope to test that it’s not too tight. “That comfy, Muzz?” Josh nods. “Yes, sir.” It always is, unless Josh actively requests otherwise- Monty is so diligent with Josh’s body, protecting him from things he doesn’t even know to be afraid of. “What are you going to say if something hurts or you need to stop?” “Panther,” Josh replies quickly. “Good. One last thing, darling,” Monty says, grinning a wicked smile Josh knows doesn’t portend anything good for him. “Bend over, hands on your ankles.” Josh obeys, wincing when he hears the click of a lube cap and jerking forward as he feels the cold goop against his asshole. Then there’s a blunt push driving some kind of toy inside him, the texture room-chilled and too firm to be any part of Monty. It’s big- not the biggest thing Monty’s ever made him take- but big all the same, and Josh chokes a little as it nestles deep inside him, pressing up against his prostate. Monty comes up in front of him and stands him upright before planting a quick kiss to Josh’s lips. Then the toy starts to fucking move and that’s- it’s- oh, dear fucking god- “It vibrates,” Monty smiles and wiggles a remote between his fingers, as Josh moans and squirms in place. After a few seconds, Monty clicks off the vibration, providing Josh some temporary mercy, though his ear-to-ear grin tells Josh just exactly what kind of night he’s in for. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you settled all nice and pretty for me on the cross. You ready?” Josh gives a wordless groan, eliciting a delighted laugh from Monty. He walks forward on shaky legs.