Canlan Ice Sports, North Vancouver, BC

first moosespurge dms had some inspo from the selfie they took on the plane to sweden so to celebrate :))))

Jared brought his hand down to Marcus’s knee, his fingers making a slow circle as he looked up at the sleeping man again. Sighing, he tried closing his eyes again, hoping that the grounding physical touch he usually slept with would help him finally pass out.

After what felt like another eternity, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the plane. Being able to nap on their regular short haul flights was somehow no issue, but god forbid a man try to sleep on an overnight, long haul one. Keeping his grip on Marcus’s hand closest to him, Jared rubbed his other slowly up his leg. He didn’t want to wake the other man necessarily, but his body just happened to be Jared’s favorite fidget toy. Marcus was usually hyper reactive, body usually giving a twitch, and, well, he always had something to say about it too. The guy was solidly passed out behind his sleeping mask though, not a single acknowledgment given to his touch. Lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

Jared started to lightly trail his fingers along Marcus’s thigh, the repetitive motion of smoothing his fingers along the blanket covering his legs soothing to him at least. Only as his fingers swept higher to where he was most sensitive did he finally get the slight response of Marcus shifting in his sleep, his neck twitching and his head lowering to Jared’s shoulder. Jared rested his head on top of the other man’s and continued his ministrations, tugging a bit on the fingers in his other hand.

Well, at least one of us is getting sleep, Jared thought as he tried closing his eyes again. Resting your eyes is better than nothing is what his mom had always told him, and this was as close to cuddling as he’d be able to get in a plane seat. He continued his motion slowly up and down Marcus’s leg when the back of his hand hit a bulge in the blanket. Opening his eyes, he looked around the top of the Marcus’s head, smirking as he took in the lump rising from the blanket.

A past conversation filtered through his head, “Look, I know I sleep like an angel. If you ever wanted to……. touch something so heavenly…. I wouldn’t say no.” Marcus had accompanied it with an obnoxious wink that Jared had originally responded to with an eye roll, but had him considering his options now.

Sliding his hand under Marcus’s blanket he thought, No time like the present, resting his hand on the half hard cock. He took in the familiar weight, running his thumb along the head through his sweatpants. They had fooled around on a few team flights before, but those were always fast and hot, trying to finish before anyone would notice what they were up to. Now… now Jared had the luxury of time. Only half way through their flight across the Atlantic, he could work Marcus up for however long he wanted. See how long he could go before the other man twitched awake.

He cupped his hand around the base and slowly jerked up, the material of the sweatpants providing some glide. He continued to alternate his attention, before slipping his hand under the waistband to fondle a bit at Marcus’s balls. Scrapping his fingers through the hair at the base of his dick, Jared firmly gripped him before bringing his thumb up to swipe at the bit of moisture that had started to collect there. It was then that he felt Marcus’s hand twitch in his other one. His neck stiffened up as his head shot off of Jared’s shoulder.

“Jared?” dragged out of his mouth, half asleep and low. Jared started to quietly shush him, rubbing soothingly at the crease of his hip.

“Good morning, took you long enough to join the party,” Jared whispered back to him, biting back a smile at how Marcus’s breathing had sped up.

“What. What’re you doing?” Marcus slurred, raising his hand to remove his eye mask.

Jared swung his hand out of his sweatpants, catching Marcus’s with a hushed tut, “I think it might be better if you keep that on actually. We wouldn’t want people to figure out what we’re doing now would we?” Marcus released a slow whine, both of his hands twitching in Jared’s hold. “If you’d like to continue this, you’ll have to keep it quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Audibly gulping, Marcus drew in a few breaths before releasing a quiet, “Yes, babe.”

Marchy very happy his goalie likes the drip

Comrie/helley has gripped my brain and NOT let go

Nuzzling my face between their legs curiously and burying my face in their crotch while my tail wags

i don't need your love

series: i was made for loving you (ongoing series)

fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF

pairing: Roman Josi/Nico Hischier

rating: Teen

word count: 11.2k

work summary:

Nico swallowed. “You’re serious. You actually arranged a marriage between me and the Crown Prince of Switzerland?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. It was very hard work, because Nico was not at all calm and steady on the inside. In fact, he was very much the opposite.

The arranged marriage au I’ve been working on!! Please give it a read if you’re interested in this pairing 🩵

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.

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.

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catboy behavior

i love everything about this

Timo Meier but gently

hitting timo meier with hammer