Bro hugs are one thing, but Brent never imagined a day where he'd be gearing up to ask Jonathan Toews whether he's interested in a relaxing evening with Brent and his extensive collection of floggers.

PK says a lot of things, so Gally really shouldn't be surprised when PK brushes up against him, wearing a suit that almost puts Gally's eyes out and a smirk on his face. Gally knows what that smirk means, and he scrubs his palms against his pants. "Wanna make 300 dollars, Gally?" PK asks, just low enough for Gally to hear and freeze in place. He glances at PK's face, licks at his lips.

since @doesntmaatta mentioned this to me: ‘Honestly I’m thinking about PK grinning at him at some team gathering and telling him, “I’ll give you a $100 if I can fuck your mouth,” and Gally grins, shrugging, “You’re on.” That’s when PK adds, “Right now, here.”’ and i am so easy for anything that shows gally b as a money-grubbing git who’ll do anything for more money– tagging for exhibitionism, ridiculous sex for money

After scoring his first game winner, Tyler takes care of all the Bruins, and by take care we mean blow jobs. Afterwards, Marchy takes care of him and his poor come-swollen belly.

The NHL draft entry class of 2006 are the new best and brightest, and they have to do what the best and brightest have always done: go to an isolated swamp in the Canadian wilderness, let the hockey gods have their way with them, and incubate the next generation of gods in their bellies.

As part of the CBA all players who sign a ELC are required to grow tentacles. Nate's not really that sure why, and mostly he just wishes the damn things would behave. Although he does kind of like the ways they misbehave. He doesn't get why Jo has to make such a big deal out of it. (It's basically just tentacle porn)

They get to the tables with the guys, who’re watching with varying levels of amusement, and finally Ritter drops him on the padded bench. Matt bounces and nearly slides right off. Ritter manages to catch him, one firm hand planted on his chest, pressing him down. “Stay,” he orders and Matt sucks in a sharp breath as something in him goes molten hot. OR Matt's got a bit of a Ritter sized problem.

In Colorado they clip Andre’s wings. It happens at the beginning of each season. It’s not a big deal. That’s what he tells people anyway.

Only three guys on the Panthers have wings, which is low for a modern-day team.

The way to a hockey player's heart is through his wings, and the way to a goalie's heart is through his bower. Or: five times PK saw Carey's bower, and one time they saw someone else's.

Zach has always had a sweet tooth, and Dylan has always been willing to abide.

Dave leans over as he walks towards the showers. “Careful Chucky, you are flashing your tits to whole room.” He expects Matthew to laugh or bite back with some retort, but he doesn’t respond at all. He looks up at Dave, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise. Dave freezes. He’s never seen Matthew at a loss for a chirp before and he’s mesmerized by the way his pupils dilate and cheeks flush. “So, like, yeah,” Dave takes a nervous step back. “Put them away.” Matthew swallows and Dave follows the movement. Finally he responds, but instead of chirping back he just says, “Ok.”

Navin is marrying Jaya today, and he’s overjoyed beyond belief, he truly is. Only, in his parts of the world, a marriage is a public affair. Very, very public. Goddess, help him.

“Inigo.” The young man took a measured breath. “Yes.” “You do realize what it will entail.” Another breath. “Yes.” “Nevertheless, let me remind you. Unless I release you to fulfill your civic duties and filial obligations, then—from the first evening bells till well after the sun rises in the morning—you’ll be mine and mine alone. I will own you. Your mouth, your groin, your delicate hole, your pleasure and your pain—all will be mine to indulge, to do with as I please. So I will ask again. Are you sure?” Inigo’s muscles flexed. “Yes.” He shivered again. “Master.”

Brownie looks even more confused than Tyler did by the whole conversation. "I thought you weren't going to tell him you're a sub yet."

Charlie is a sub who's always gone unwanted, so he's not sure what to expect when he's assigned to his Dom captain for the duration of his rookie year. But who he gets is Zdeno Chara, the most gentle Dom he's ever encountered. It has the potential to be a perfect relationship--except that Charlie can't let himself forget that the two of them are only together on a temporary basis. At least, that's what he's expecting. Zee has other ideas.

Brendan used to think he had a good handle on his dynamic. Maybe he wasn't old enough yet to know all the ins and outs of everything he liked - or even know everything he liked yet - but he knew he was a dom and he never had any doubts about that. Until he got to UMich and met Owen, and everything he thought he knew about himself and his dynamic got turned upside down.

“Stoplight system?” he asked, and EJ nodded, the short hair brushing Nate’s cheek. Nate turned his head and bit EJ, gently, right behind his ear. “Words, please.” “Stoplights are good,” EJ said. He sounded mostly normal, which was fine; Nate would get him there. “Good,” Nate said, and EJ shivered slightly under him. Nate moved his thumbs in little circles on EJ’s wrists, feeling the joint there, weirdly fragile under the shift of his skin.

Tuukka doesn't hate being a sub. He just hates the idea of losing control of himself. It doesn't at all meet with the standards he sets for his own performance. But when it's clear that he needs help, Zee, his Dom captain, steps in to show it's all right to let someone else take care of him every once in a while.

Sokka is bored and horny; Zuko is stuck at his new job. Everything goes exactly the way you'd expect. "I really don't think my new boss will respond well to 'Can I push back my start date by a week, because my boyfriend took the week off work without telling me, and now he's moping because he can't act on all of his week-long sex marathon plans?'"

This isn’t how the season was supposed to go.

Patrice Bergeron is the first anguisset born in a generation: built to love pain like no one else.

Jeff Skinner's virginity is being auctioned off, and he doesn't know who to hope for - one of the Lords Staal? one of the Ladies Lamoureux? Lord Subban? Duke Jágr? Or perhaps the handsome, bearded stranger? A Hockey RPF/Kushiel's Legacy fusion.

Miles goes to a sex shop to refresh his toy collection. The store has a policy that a customer can try out the merchandise on the employees before purchase. And how lucky—Miles’s favorite employee is manning the register.

Harry goes to a massage parlor that offers special services.

He doesn’t want a boyfriend, but he told Connor he’d find one, and he isn’t about to let Worries McHeadache have satisfaction at the hands of Dylan’s failure to find a significant other on Tinder.

“I think it might be pretty romantic if you put your hand on my dick,” Alex says. Fuck, Dylan likes him. He loves him in a lot of ways and he likes him so much. “Oh yeah?” he asks. “Then why don't you make me?”

Carter had heard rumours about the nature of the hockey gods; more than that, he'd had dreams. As long as he could remember he'd had them - hazy, fading with the morning light - and then, once he'd been drafted by the Flyers, the dreams had become more frequent - the gods too alien for him to see them clearly but always a sense of being touched all over, held tight, and above all surrounded by orange.

When they drain the rink at the end of the season, he tells someone he's folding to superstition and he pays them for several buckets of the water and buys a few of those ice filled pucks they sell at the store. He purchases some Kraken shaped water bottles and fills them with his water. He's not sure why he's going this far, this fucked up, but he also doesn’t really care. He played well and the team actually did okay for their first season while trying to get their legs under them as a unit.

Carter Hart and Cale Makar end up on The Seattle Kraken. The Demon that controls the Kraken wants a body to possess and it's not the only thing it wants.

D/s sex-mentor AU. Working title: "All They Do Is Cuddle"

Officially, there are no subs in the NHL. Officially.

The floor is cold beneath Mitch’s feet. He wonders - not for the first time - what the hell he’s doing here.

“....huh.” “That’s - that’s all you have to say?” Auston mutters, self-consciously closing his legs.

“You don’t get it, it’s…” Gabe bites his lip. “You probably wouldn’t believe me.” Really, what does Gabe expect Tyson to say to that? Oh, I see, you’re dealing with something very strange and possibly monstrous, sounds exciting, I’ll leave you to it? “Try me,” he says, crossing his arms.

4 snippets that were not too explicit, 1 that was very explicit (Or: 4 kinks they technically might have had too at some point if Nicke hadn't been trans, and 1 that only works so good exactly because Nicke is trans)

It starts with Sasha's neighbour worrying about the stupid fish. When Sasha finds out what's behind that, it ends so, so much worse for him... Or: Putting "ovi" into "oviposition" ;) (~8k of Ovi getting tentacle dicked down + oviposition, the fic's basically in the tags, and what is advertised there is exactly the fic, you do the math)

Zhenya ran his hand against the grain of Sid’s feathers, ruffling them up so they looked tangled. “You molty, Sid.” His hand was slapped away with a restrained giggle. “So what are you gonna do about it, huh? Wanna pluck them for me? Scratch my itch?”

“God! Fine. I’m out of eggs, dude.” Cale feels a blush rising to his cheeks and knows there’s no way it isn’t staining his face bright red now. But he soldiers on anyway, giving Nate as unimpressed of a look as he possibly can. “Okay, so? Go to a grocery store or something. Don’t bother me about it at 6am.” Nate scrunches his nose, eyes briefly flicking down and up and Cale shudders, minutely. Nate seems to pick up on it, based on the way Nate smiles a little. Smirks. “Yeah, but yours are always the freshest.”

Going into heat during the Stanley Cup Finals, Geno only needed a way to get through one game, so he turned to Sid. If Sid could get him off between periods, Geno was certain he could resist his greater need until they were done.

He also doesn’t miss the way Zhenya chokes on a carrot when Sid adds a ‘yes, daddy’ after Seryozha asked the savior of hockey to pass him the butter.

“Nick,” Marcus whimpers out after a long silence, the two of them just staring at each other. “Fuck. Does it stop hurting?” “I told you to ask me things,” Nick says, and he’s trying to not lose himself right now, but it’s a struggle. “And also like—Jesus, kiddo, don’t wipe the slick on the shared towels after you shower.”

It's just a part of the post season.

Nolan knew that - eventually - he’d either have to give up his summer routine or bring Travis in on his secret.

If someone had asked him a day ago what he thought it would be like to be held prisoner by a dragon, Sid never would have guessed it would be this boring.

Connor knows what happens during the offseason.

Sid draws the short straw after the loss.

Productive working relationships are essential for effective teamwork. Some working relationships are more fun than others.

PK didn’t come to Sochi with a plan to seduce Sidney Crosby. The plan sort of evolved over time

Sean’s thought about it before. Lance - or anyone, really - just pushing him down and taking. How he’d just let it happen. How he’d want to just let it happen. But he shouldn’t, and he can’t ask, and so instead he thinks about someone easing his shorts down over his ass and pushing two slippery, anonymous fingers inside him while he sleeps.