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i scratched, you won

Author: allthespoons Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith Rating: Explicit Tags: Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Biting, idiot4idiot Word Count: 4,521 Summary: It’s starting to piss Will off, how it feels like Mack keeps bringing them right up to the edge of this and then backing off, expecting Will to make it happen. Mack is as edgy as Will is right now. He obviously wants it. He just won’t do anything about it, except fidget and wait for Will.

Or, Will and Mack after the Dec. 27 game against Vegas.

you and me and

rating: explicit

relationships: Aleksander Barkov/Matthew Tkachuk

word count: 7826

additional tags: Alternate Universe - Breeding Program, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Breeding, Pregnant Sex, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Recreational Drug Use, Established Relationship, Pregnancy

summary:

Matthew and Sasha apply to be paired together in the NHL's breeding program. Matthew gets matched to a different alpha instead.

Hi! I wanted to send a request for rutger. Reader and rutger are dating and theyre at a frat party. Readers drunk and gets taken advantage of. Rutger finds out and him and some of the other hockey boys (who readers grown close with) take matters into their own hands.

Rescue You — Rutger McGroarty

Summary: In which you find yourself needing rescued.

Content Warning; Underage drinking(Reader is 20), sexual assault, victim blaming themselves, blood, fighting, protective Rutger & UMich Hockey Boys, 18+ content!!

Pairing: Rutger McGroarty &Reader(Romantic) Umich Hockey players & Reader(platonic)

Notes: I hope this does the request well. I also added a bit of JJ McCarthy bc I love him.

You honestly didn’t even want to be at this party, Rutger and Seamus had practically forced you to come. But nonetheless you put on a cute dress and spent the better part of the night under Rutger’s arm. You had grown bored of watching your boyfriend and his friends play beer pong. You pressed a kiss against Rutger’s cheek, “I’m gonna go grab a drink Rut.” Rutger’s hands snaked around your hips as he pulled you into a kiss that left you speechless, “I’ll be here my love.” Your heart soared as you walked out of the room and heard Rutger’s friends poke at him for being overly affectionate towards you. Which he always was when he had when he was drunk.

You entered the kitchen and began to pour vodka into a solo cup. “Pretty lame party right?” You jumped at the voice, you turned around to find it belonged to a boy in one of your lectures, Logan or Landon was his name. You smiled sheepishly, “Could definitely be better.” He grinned at this, as a sinking feeling overcame you, “I’m Landon by the way. Your in my intro to gender in media lecture right?” You nodded, “I think so, I’m Y/N.” He grinned as he grabbed a beer, “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Your stomach churned at his words, “Ha thanks.” He had his arm on the cabinet above your head, “You look like you could use something strong. Come on, I have fireball in my room.” You stomach sank, but you’d been drinking beer while observing your boyfriend for most of the night so your judgment was impaired as you agreed and followed him to his room. Your drunken state seemed to poise an opportunity for him. He shut his bedroom door before leading you to the bed. As you sat down you saw the look in his eyes darken as he leaned forward, further and further until his body weight was on top of you. He was easily 6’5 and potentially double your body weight so you had no way of moving.

Anna, Seamus’s girlfriend furrowed an eyebrow as she searched the house for you. She turned to Rutger, “McGroarty, where’s your girl?” Rutger furrowed an eyebrow, “I’m not sure. She said something about going to get a drink.” Anna furrowed an eyebrow as she got up to find you. Landon had both of your hands pinned down with a harsh grip. You had your back to the door, the door creaked open and you heard Anna’s voice, “Sorry, shit my bad, wait Y/N?” She would have recognized the lacy black mini dress on your body, she made it. “Your seriously cheating on Rutger when he’s downstairs?”

Landon was panicking and pulled up his pants and hurried out of the room. Once you realized he was gone from the room you broke into sobs. Anna rushed to your side, she reached out to pull you into a hug when you flinched and your tears streamed down your face, “Anna, don’t tell him.” Anna looked at the bruises forming on your wrists and her jaw clenched, “Okay, honey I won’t tell Rutger but you should.” You sniffled, “He wouldn’t be able to look at me the same. I’m scared Anna.” Anna sniffled, “Can I hug you Y/N?” You nodded through your tears and melted into your friends arms.

You finally calmed down enough to go downstairs with Anna. Rutger, Luca, Seamus, Ethan, Mark and Adam were all still playing beer pong. The game was quickly abandoned as soon as Rutger got a glimpse of your tearstained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He was immediately heading for you, “Baby, what happened?” You pulled back from him slightly, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been drinking so much.” Luca’s jaw clenched, he put two and two together.

Jazz, Luca’s girlfriend shook her head, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong sweetie.” Rutger’s hands found their way into a ball, “Who did it? I need you to tell me who did this to you.” You let out a small sob, “His name’s Landon. I don’t know anything else.” Adam’s jaw tensed, “Dark hair? Big guy?” You nodded as Anna held you into a warm embrace. Adam turned to his brother, “I’ll be back.” He walked out of the room, “McCarthy!” JJ’s head shot up from the redhead he was doing a body shot off of, “What’s up bro?”

Adam scoffed, “Where’s your boy Landon?” JJ shrugged, “Last I saw him he was headed out back. Why?” Adam clenched his fist, “He just took advantage of my boys girl. I’m about to kick his ass.” JJ shot up, feeling anger course through his veins, “He did what?” Suddenly you were left standing with Anna and Jazz on either side of you. The drinking game long forgotten as your boyfriend and his teammates stormed outside. You insisted on following them.

The minute the backdoor opened, the entire feeling of the backyard changed. Landon was sat on a lawn chair with a perky blonde on his lap. JJ approached the pair and looked at the girl, “If I were you I’d move.” The girl took one look at JJ and got up, sensing the blonde football player was serious. Landon glared at his teammate, “Man I was working my magic here.” JJ scoffed, “I really don’t give a damn dude. Your such a piece of shit.” Landon scoffed and began to speak only to be cut off by Rutger punching him in the face.

Landon barely stumbled and went to retract his fist only to be punched in the face from the opposite side by Luca, “Don’t even try it bitch.” Mark came from behind pulling Landon around and punching him so hard Landon fell to the ground. Landon looked to JJ for assistance, “Bro your not gonna help me out?” JJ crossed his arms, “Not when you take advantage of a drunk girl under the same roof as me. I’m not defending you. You did it yourself.” Landon scoffed, “That’s what this is about? That bitch?” Rutger could have sworn he was seeing red as he pulled his hand back and repeated hit Landon in the face. Only stopping when he saw blood on his hands and saw the horrified look in your eyes. He scoffed, “Expect a appointment with your coach and the dean.” He walked away from him and towards you, “Y/N baby I am so so sorry.” You felt your body give way as you leaned into your boyfriend’s arms.

[Not My Art] i am using this beautiful gorgeous art gifted to me by RK to tell you to read mass romantic !! not only is his art MWAH he also withheld it until i finished my writing so. you really have him to thank. anyways clink link pls read for heterosexuals and sex change magic ⬇️

Take it for the Team by WolfSpider

It’s not enough to say the heart wants what it wants. I think of the ravine, the side dark with pines where we lounged through summer days, waiting for something to happen; and of the nights, walking the long way home, the stars so close they seemed to crown us. Once, I asked for your favourite feeling. You said hunger. - Mary Szybist, Incarnadine

hey guys. hey. hey guys what the FUCK is the slot?

Nate’s mouth scrunches up. “I was wondering if I could come stay at yours. For a little bit.” EJ honestly doesn’t know what to say. “A little bit?” “Yeah.” “Like… how long?” “Not that long.” “So, a day or two?” “Longer.” “Uh-huh,” EJ nods, exaggerating, “So, coming to stay for some indeterminate length of time. In Denver.”

Erosion, my FTH Erik Johnson/Nate Mackinnon fic, is available to read now!

Featuring: Retirement, horse-racing, reconnecting with old friends, Gabe being Swedish, a work-wife (and few actual wives), dinner parties, general contractors, and water use restrictions.

we write out the end on our palms dear

Title: we write out the end on our palms dear

Fandom: Hockey RPF

Pairing: Jared Bednar/Cale Makar

Characters: Jared Bednar, Cale Makar, Gabriel Landeskog, Nathan MacKinnon, Erik Johnson

Rating: Teen

Words: 4501

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything and I’m not making any money off of this. If I did, I’d have a much nicer car and my own place. No intention to hurt anyone. I’m just a girl that likes making things up and writing them down.

Warnings: None.

Summary:

The thing about soulmates is, you don’t choose them. Oh yes, of course, there’s always to be made the argument that you don’t choose who you fall in love with, having a soulmate is a different thing entirely. They’re not always romantic, sometimes familial or platonic. But the fact remains that they’re assigned, somewhere somehow by someone or something. Mostly, if you’re one of the lucky few to have them, you’re born with your soul mark, whatever it may be. And there’s been cases, here and there, of soul marks abruptly surfacing although most of those cases were con jobs but not all. Or, as Jared’s best friend once told Jared and then later told Cale: you get what you get and you figure out the rest.

Notes: I had a dearth of typos getting the third installment up and then accidentally deleted the whole thing. So clearly the solution was to save the one I still had in word processor and then thank the stars I still had the original copies. There's some tweaks here and there and this morning I did a lot of clean up to fix my caffeine addled typos. I hope you enjoy and sorry for posting this yet again. Please don't be afraid to drop by the blog and say hi!

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.

different kind of buzz | E | 3.5K | Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith

Will grins, face splitting into an ugly half smile, teeth covered in blood, a great big gap where his left front tooth used to be. “Fuck,” Mack moans. “Fucking hell.” “Not so bad,” Will says, tongue moving back and forth through the gap, saliva starting to dribble out the side of his mouth where it’s all slack from the novocaine, and then in a small voice, “Is it bad, Mack?”

ooopsie, the rookie sharks got to me. they got to me good. this is a little love letter to all the gross and bloody things that make hockey the best sport in the world. @crunchycrispy and @fast-burn are the true heros for fixing approx 400 errors and grinding it out in the dirty corners.

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captain catboy & his puppyboy 1OA

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.

omg also!! torch this place we know - theundiagnosable on AO3

marner/matthews - 50k complete

DESTROYED ME - slow burn best friends to what the fuck to lovers to perfection

YEYAHAH!!

Okay so I’ve been thinking about Omegaverse biology and how alpha females have internal testes which would mean that their sperm is being subjected to constant heat damage which necessities that there is some physiological mechanism to prevent that from happening. Enter: the hot testicle hypothesis! Large mammals with internal testes like elephants have ramped up their DNA repair systems to compensate for their sperm being constantly damaged by their body heat. As a result, they have exceptionally lower rates of cancer overall bc of the whole DNA repair thing. Anyway this is a long winded way of saying that in Omegaverse, alpha females probably have lower rates of cancer.

I need u to know I would 100% have included hot testicle hypothesis in my last video if you had told me this last week

tender celly.

12.09.24 - Kirby Dach and Juraj Slafkovský - Montréal Canadiens vs. Anaheim Ducks

i should just start posting about my goalie ocs

no right on red, a gift for my beloved @puckszone, beta read by the wonderful @coronaofastar

Pairing: gen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Touching, Attempted Sexual Assault, Date Rape Drug/ Roofies, Vomiting, Blood, Hospitals, Protectiveness, Team as Family, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: The guy’s all up in Shane’s space, crowding him into the corner by the bathroom, the hand not on his beer bracketing Shane’s head on the wall. And then…Monty realizes that Shane doesn’t look so hot, now that he’s looking a little closer. Something just doesn’t look right—something on Shane’s face, Monty doesn’t know what, but it looks wrong. Pained. Sick, maybe? And then the guy leans in a little closer to Shane, and Shane visibly stiffens up, and that’s enough to have Monty launching himself out of his seat.

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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.

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rating: explicit

relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

word count: 7,688

additional tags: 2014-2015 NHL Season, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Gender Roles, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Spanking, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Alpha Sidney Crosby, Omega Evgeni Malkin

summary: While on a road trip with the Penguins, Sidney keeps his omega on a short leash. That's nothing new. (aka an alpha dirtbag sid au)

I would LOVE an omegaverse baby sharks fic

Oh yay!!

I don’t have a ton of thoughts on it but some of them are…

Omega Mack is in preheat and keeps stealing Beta Wills clothes for his nest

Omega Will is being courted by his old BC teammates and it’s driving Omega Mack up a wall because Will doesn’t realize it

Alpha Mack growing up thinking he was going to be an Omega (and same with Omega Will but opposite) and then having to deal with that fallout

And can’t go wrong with “oh no I’m suddenly in heat and need you to help me through it”

Part two of Omega Boys Are Sweetest is up! Link is here.

Summary:

Jack Hughes has always known one thing—he wants a big family. And it’s more than just being omega; he’s meant to be a dad.

Lawson Crouse knows one thing, too. He loves Jack with all his heart and wants to give him everything he’s dreaming of. But when Jack gets knocked up a few months into their new relationship (oops), their happily- ever-after grows a lot more complicated.

This story takes place against the backdrop of events in Hockey Boys are Shameless, but can also stand on its own.

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Quinn Hughes/Brady Tkachuk, Background Jack Hughes/Nico Hischier, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Quinn Hughes, Brady Tkachuk, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Nico Hischier, Elias Pettersson (b. 1998), Matthew Tkachuk Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Asexual Character, ace!Quinn, alloromantic!Quinn, Soul Bond, asexual bonds, Pining, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cuddling & Snuggling Series: Part 14 of Wolfverse Summary:

The first time Quinn’s mom gives him a sex talk, it’s about how not to bond with someone.

I for one would vvv much like to hear more about your Pius/JT abo agenda please!!!!!!

(If you want to expound upon it obv!)

OHHHH ANON THERE IS TRULY NOTHING MORE IN THIS WORLD I WOULD WANT TO DO MORE!!!

I’ll put it under the break bc it’s a bit of a doozy and I know not everyone is into omegaverse :]

Okayyyyy so. I mean to preface, everything millsy/pius I post about is fully in collaboration with my beloved Nem (@playoffsides). Idk how we got to this ship either, but it has completely and utterly consumed us for the past uhhhh (checks calendar) FIVE MONTHS………. yeah. Anyways.

So, we kinda have two different versions of an omegaverse au with these two, but I’ll lay out the more recent one bc I personally find it to have more depth and it’s also a little less convoluted HEKDHKSSJ

Picture this: you are Pius Suter. You present as an omega very, very early. However, you very quickly find that you don’t really seem similar at all to other omegas — nobody can pick up on your scent, you don’t seem to have the same pheromones, you’re just… utterly uninteresting. Eyes glaze right over you at school, on the street, at practice. The only compelling thing about you, seemingly, is your hockey.

You get better. Really, really good, actually. You get an agent. Nobody has showed any remote interest as you as an omega, yet, but that’ll change if you get to the biggest stages in the world; right? It’s fine. You go to a party your agent organizes with all their other Swiss hockey player clients.

Roman Josi mistakes you for a waiter. You want to hide away in a little ball.

People start assuming you’re a beta — no scent to be smelled whatsoever, so you guess it… makes sense. Whatever. You cling to your omega identity, even if you’re doing it all wrong, because it’s the last vestige of interest about you outside of hockey. There’s so few omega players, surely that carries some weight, no?

You get passed over twice in the draft. Whatever. You play for years in Zurich. You give up on correcting people when they assume you’re a beta. You suffer through long, painful heats alone, because nobody seems inclined to help you.

Finally, you make it to the NHL! The hope that things will be different wears off after your first season, when despite playing on the first line, despite being near the top of rookie scoring, Chicago doesn’t keep you. Nobody knows you’re an omega, and you doubt they’d care even if they did. You go to Detroit and play two seasons there; you’re not bad. You’re really good, actually, but still — same story. Eyes glaze right over you.

Your heats gradually stop. It’s like you’ve been neglected for so long that your omega body has given up, dried up. The only things that still prove you as an omega are disappearing, and you’re terrified. But still, you don’t tell anyone.

Now, picture this: Jonathan Tanner Miller, presented so, so young as an alpha, filling every checkbox on the traits of a stereotype. Actually, no; it’s more accurate to say the boxes have been blacked out and scribbled outside the lines.

Protectiveness, passion, ruthlessness, competitiveness, all turned up to one hundred and ten. He’s called uncontrollable, a danger to those around him. It’s what makes him so damn good at what he does.

Nobody wants him; they think they do, at first, but that’s quashed pretty quickly once they realize how unstable his entire being seems to be. Long, painful, vicious ruts, bursts of any emotion blowing up at any time, his pride taking precedence on more than one occasion. He suffers through his ruts alone, hurting anyone who tries to stay.

Everyone wants to fix him. Nobody wants to help him.

He’s a bite risk, a fight risk, dangerous; they keep a muzzle in his stall, Just In Case. It makes him scared; scared of himself, of what he’s capable of, of what would happen if he lost control. Sometimes his instincts tell him to do things that make him feel sick to his stomach — or maybe he’s just nauseous because he’s so sensitive. Every scent is overwhelming, every noise, every pheromone. He can feel all of it.

Picture this: Pius signs in Vancouver. Even though it’s a different city in a different country on a different coast, he knows it’ll be the same. He doesn’t expect to make a splash; and he kinda doesn’t. He likes it, though, his teammates are nice. He’s a beta, to them.

Well. Except to JT.

What do you do when a quiet, pretty omega with such a muted scent and demeanour joins your team after another disaster of a season? What do you do when he doesn’t mix in with the other omegas? Can’t you people see that he’s lonely? What do you do when he gets a hatty to singlehandedly drag the team to overtime, and the hats do not go flying, and the team fucking loses, and it all drags you straight into your already unstable rut?

I mean, you fuck about it.

Pius smells like home to JT, he finds out. Like being at his childhood house on a Saturday when his parents were doing laundry, a warm hug of fresh linens. Pius purrs for him, and it’s crackly and rough and pitchy because he hasn’t done it in years, but it’s the sweetest thing JT’s ever heard, through the haze of his rut. Neither of them can do it right. It’s okay, though, because they’re doing it wrong together <3

Hooooooooly. That ended up being WAY longer than I expected. Lots of thoughts to get out!! But yeah, tonight’s game really just made the brainrot worsen………… hnhgg. The ‘you’re broken because you’re too much and I’m broken because I’m too little’ of it all. Matched set and all that.

Anyways!! I hope this kind of got the gist of how we characterize both Millsy and Pius across <3 I desperately want to write something proper of them but work and seasonal depression is kicking my ass rn so it might be a while. But thank you so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! I’m always so happy to talk abt the blorbos!!!!!

Lascivious

Word Count: 6,028

Rating: Mature

Category: M/M

Relationship: Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk

Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF

Characters: Connor McDavid, Matthew Tkachuk, Leon Draisaitl

Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Riding, Idiots in Love, some more world building for you guys, connor is incredibly stupid here, matthew loves him anyway, Hand Feeding, Pillow Talk, freak4freak behaviour

Language: English

Summary:

Matthew steps forward, slowly inching his hand towards Connor's. He flinches and reels back when their fingers barely graze each other, and Connor nearly pulls away, too, before he sees the look on his partner's face. There's a mix of confusion and excitement in his eyes, as he looks from Connor's hand to his face. This time, when he reaches forward, he locks their fingers together. Connor can see just as much as he can smell how Matthew immediately relaxes.

“Fuck,” is the first thing he says, “Connor, fuck, that feels…”

Connor chuckles, gently squeezing Matthew's hand. “Good?” He supplies, finishing his sentence.

The utter GLEE and willingness to choose violence that each of these men exhibits as soon as they pick up a tortilla, this team building exercise game was perfect, ten out of ten, no notes.

sid/mitch

we all know mitch has daddy issues…

coming right up!

if you ever hunger sid/mitch, 9k

"Bit old for you, isn't he?" Sid asks casually, and Mitch doesn't have any defence systems left functional to stop him from replying immediately and with total honesty. "That's kind of the point," he says, embarrassment flooding through him as soon as he does. "Huh," Sid comments, and when Mitch glances at him, the expression on his face is hard to read – thoughtful, sure, but there's something else there, some little spark behind his eyes that Mitch thinks he's only really ever seen before across the face-off dot. If Mitch had to guess, he'd say it was just what Sid's face did when he was drawing up a play, figuring out how to game the next few minutes into doing exactly what he wanted. Mitch doesn't have any interest in guessing right now, though. Mitch swallows. His throat feels weirdly dry, all of a sudden. He has no idea what he should say next. mitch sends sid a text that definitely wasn't meant for him. it works out.

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.