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[23.12.02] @ pittsburgh penguins

sam ersson denies sidney crosby during the shootout. flyers ultimately win 4:3 with 0/3 shootout goals scored on ersson.

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[23.12.07] @ arizona coyotes

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goalie pads.

sid/ned, 884 words of pure smut.

Alex heads upstairs, ready to slide into bed next to Sid and take their pre-game nap together. He can already imagine cuddling into Sid’s side, nuzzling his partner’s neck and breathing in his sleepy scent. He can’t wait.

It’s when he opens the door to their bedroom that all his plans crash and burn.

Sid’s on the floor, surrounded by the contents of Ned’s goalie bag. Ned had brought his bag home to do some maintenance on the pads, and had cleaned and put them away in the bag hours ago. But there Sid was, with one of Ned’s pads between his legs, grinding down on the side and moaning.

Fuck.

Ned watches as Sid shifts his hips back and forth, grinding his cunt against the seams and stitches of the leg pad. He can just barely see Sid’s engorged clit rubbing right against the seam along the side, leaving a trail of- jesus christ.

Ned whimpers quietly in the doorway, his own pussy immediately soaked at the sight, and Sid’s head jerks up, face guilty. “Ned! I- I’m sorry-” His face is bright red, but his hips keep moving, as if they have a mind of their own. “I- they smelled so good, they smelled like you, I couldn’t help it-”

Ned cuts him off by suddenly approaching, walking towards Sid until he’s standing directly next to him. “Sid,” Ned starts, running a hand through Sid’s dark hair to rest his hand on the back of the beta’s head. “If you wanted to scent me, all you had to do was ask.”

Sid whines. His hips are still moving, cunt still grinding against the pad. Ned can smell it now- Sid’s unique beta scent, the musky smell of beta slick, and Ned’s own omega sweetness mixing together. It’s a heady combination, and Ned is already getting dizzy from it. “Didn’t- ah!- didn’t want to bother you-” Sid pants. Ned sighs, and pushes Sid’s face into his crotch. 

“Does it smell like it would bother me, Sid?” He asks. He can feel how warm Sid’s face is, and how deeply his beta inhales. Sid’s hips stutter, falling still briefly as he gets a lung-full of Ned’s slick. Ned yelps when he feels Sid’s tongue dart out and lick at his clit through his boxers. “Fuck- Sid, you’re so gross-”

Sid whines again, and his hips start moving again. He licks a wide stripe up Ned’s crotch, swirling his tongue around the omega’s growing clit. “Can’t even wait for me to take my fucking underwear off, you’re so disgusting.” Ned gets a good fistful of Sid’s hair, and pulls him back. Sid’s eyes are already glassy, half-lidded and his mouth is open, taking in big gulps of air. 

“Your… your cunt doesn’t think I’m gross, bud.” Sid drawls as Ned shucks his underwear. “Already slicked up for me.” 

Ned rolls his eyes, and shoves Sid’s face back against his pussy. “Put that mouth to better use, bud.” He can feel Sid huff a laugh, before pushing his tongue between Ned’s folds. He hums as Ned puts both hands on his head, guiding him right where Ned needs him most. 

It’s not long before Ned is getting close, breath hitching with every swipe of Sid’s clever tongue over his clit. He manages to pull Sid back in time, and they’re both panting heavily. Ned can see how soaked his goalie pad is between Sid’s thick thighs- there’s no way they can be clean in time for that evening’s game, but Ned thinks that was why Sid started using them in the first place. 

“Why- why’d you stop-?” Sid pants, flicking his clit against a particularly stiff edge of the pads. Ned purrs at the little convulsion Sid’s body does. 

“Where’s your jock?” He asks, apropos of nothing. 

Sid grinds down a little harder, focusing on his own pleasure now that his omega had forced him away. 

“Sid. Where’s your jock?” Ned tries again. 

“In… gear bag, in the- fuck- in the closet-” Sid groans out, hunching over and really starting to pick up the pace. Ned quickly ducks into their en-suite closet, digging through Sid’s gear back to find what he needs. He steps back out and sits at the edge of the bed now. 

“Sid. Eyes on me.” He calls, waiting until Sid’s head lifts and they make eye contact. Sid’s eyes widen when he sees his disgusting old jock in Ned’s hand. Decrepit, falling apart, worn down- and Sid watches as Ned slowly brings the fabric to his own cunt, rubbing against his clit.

“Fuuuuck-” Sid groans, hips kicking into overdrive at the sight. Ned quickly builds up a similar rhythm, and it doesn't take them both very long to come with matching shouts against their partners’ equipment. 

Sid slumps down against the leg pad under him, panting breathlessly as if he’d been bag skated. As he catches his breath, he can hear Ned moving around near him. Eventually he feels gentle hands on his shoulders, and Ned eases him back and up to stand. “C’mon. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” 

Sid nods against his omega’s neck, pressing a kiss there as they lay down. “Sorry about your pads.” he murmurs. Ned hums.

“S’alright. Maybe I’ll play with them anyway.”

~

Ned gets a shutout.

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work the gland.

sam/ivan/jo, 1.6k words of smut. gland play.

They always start with the ones in the wrists. Those are the easiest to access, and they’re the ones furthest from anything possibly triggering.

Ivan takes Jo’s left hand, and Sam takes his right. In unison, they slowly sweep their thumbs over the slowly plumping gland, over and over as the pheromones start to build. As the gland really starts to swell, they dig their thumbs in, just for a brief second, to introduce the idea of letting more pheromones out through that gland to the system.

They back off, go back to just sweeping their thumbs over the gland gently. They repeat the process over and over, until the glands in Jo’s wrist are no longer painfully engorged- just slightly swollen.

Jo is a panting mess in his chair. Sweat beading on his forehead, cock hard and tenting his underwear, and eyes glazed over. He tilts his head back instinctually when Sam and Ivan let go, but they just trill sweetly at him, praising his beautiful submission.

“Did you want us to keep going, Jo?” Sam purrs.

“We usually do the one along the spine next, but if you don’t want to show us your back like that, we can go to the ones on your hips instead.” Ivan offers, taking some things out from his bag nearby.

Jo just woozily stares at them, blinking a few times to try and make sense of what they’re saying.

“Uh. My hips. Please.”

The two Flyers smile and nod, and Ivan offers Jo something- some *things*, actually. Square patches, made of a fine metal lattice, with skin-safe adhesive on one side. Jo hesitantly takes them, inspects them. “What-?”

Sam’s face briefly crumples, and he turns to Ivan, scenting him. Ivan pets Sam’s hair for a moment, offering comfort.

“Anti-bite patches. You put them on your scent glands, to prevent accidental or unwanted bonding.”

Jo just blue-screens. He stares at the two little patches in his hands, wide-eyed and confused.

“We don’t normally offer them for the wrists, since the glands there are too small to initiate a bond. But all the others are.” Sam explains quietly, separating from Ivan with a quiet trill.

Jo starts to tremble, ever so slightly.

“I know we aren’t using our mouths to do this, but some people prefer to not have skin-to-skin contact for the bigger glands. You don’t have to use them if you don’t want to- it’s all optional.” Sam keeps going.

Jo slumps a little, and slowly brings his other hand up to peel off the adhesive covering on one of them. He gently slots it over the growing swell of the scent gland on his right hip, and mirrors it on his left.

“How do they feel?” Ivan asks. He knows the answer already.

“Safe.”

They lay Jo back, making sure he’s comfortable, and get to work. The glands on the hips are bigger than the wrists, so they have to use both hands to work the glands over.

Over and over, the process repeats. Dig the fingers into the meat of the gland, just for a second, before letting go and soothing the pheromones down. Normally, working with scent glands this intensely leaves a thick layer of concentrated pheromones on the hands- and this time is no different. Even through the patch, Sam and Ivan’s fingers are covered in intensely concentrated pheromones, and it’s an intoxicating smell.

Ivan can’t help himself, just as they’re winding down on the glands. He licks a wide stripe across his hand, groaning quietly at the taste.

“боже мой… so ripe, so sweet…” he moans. Sam purrs loudly, finishing his work on the gland.

“You’re doing so well, Jo. We’re both proud of you, beautiful omega.” He croons.

Poor Jo is a sweaty, horny mess again. His hips kept hitching up, pushing at their hands as they worked, and his previously flagging erection was back in full force again. Woozy and horny and so relieved, Jo whines.

Sam kisses Ivan, wanting a taste of Jo. He hums as they separate, turning to Jo. “He’s right. Ripe and sweet and perfect under our hands.”

Jo keens, squirming in place. Ivan places a gentle hand on his thigh, soothing him. “We have three more to go, gorgeous boy. We can do either the thighs, or the spine next. The spine, you have to lay on your stomach for. The thighs, we can do either of two ways- while you’re on your stomach, or you can lay on your back, and we can push your legs up above you to access them.” Ivan explains, as Sam gets out more patches.

“Like-like a-“ Jo stutters. He knows what that one looks like.

“Like a mating press.” Sam purrs. Jo blushes brightly.

The one for the spine is the only one that isn’t square- it’s a rectangle instead, long and thin. He places all three next to Jo, letting him decide. Jo hesitates, before picking up the rectangle patch, and offering it to Ivan. Ivan takes it, and they watch as Jo slowly turns over, burying his face in the pillow as he offers his back to them.

They both soothe their hands over his shoulders, trilling and praising him for his generous submission to them once more. Jo can feel one of them place the patch on, tracing the edges so he knows where it covers.

“Ivan does this one the best, so I’m going to let him take over. Are you okay if I sit by your head, beautiful omega?” Sam asks. Jo nods into the pillow, turning so he’s facing Sam.

“Thank you.” He murmurs quietly.

“For what?”

Jo whines as Ivan gets to work. “For… for being so understanding. For being gentle with me. For respecting my boundaries.”

As Ivan works the scent gland in the small of his back over, Jo holds onto Sam’s hand for dear life. The cycle of harsh tension and sweet relief is heady, and Jo keeps humping the bed under him for the sweet friction he craves.

Eventually, after what feels like both an eternity and three fucking seconds, Jo shudders as the last of the tension in his lower back dissolves. It aches like an overused muscle, but he can tell that the pain won’t come back.

Ivan runs a hand up and down his spine, bringing him back to the present. “Almost done, sweet boy.” He croons. “How did you want to do these?” He slides a finger across the backs of Jo’s thighs, not touching the glands there but obviously referring to them.

Jo squirms, and rolls over. He refuses to meet either of their gazes when he answers.

“Can you… can you put me…”

“You want the mating press, don’t you?” Sam purrs, shifting down the bed so he’s sitting next to Ivan again. Jo blushes, and nods a few times before covering his face to hide his embarrassment. He can feel them both run their hands up the outside of his thighs, and stop at the waistband of his underwear.

“A beautiful omega, telling us what he wants and what he needs- there’s nothing quite like it.” Ivan murmurs as they tug Jo’s boxers down.

“Oh, my-” Sam groans at the sight. Jo knows he’s a mess. Slick dripping out of his pussy, cock drooling- fuck, he’s such a slut-

“Such a beautiful display- is this for us, omega?” Ivan asks, sliding his hands up Jo’s calves to hook into the back of his knees. Jo nods, embarrassed. Ivan purrs, and slowly pulls Jo’s legs up and over his torso, holding them in place when they reach over his head.

Jo realizes that this position bares his hole to them too, and whimpers.

Sam applies the patches to the glands, and traces the edges so Jo knows where they are on his skin.

“Just two more, Jo.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to each patch. Jo whimpers again, high in his throat. His cock is drooling precum onto his chest now, and his cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, they can probably see that.

Sam and Ivan get to work once more. It’s exactly the same as all the others, but this time, their proximity to his holes has Jo so fucking turned on, he swears he’s going to come untouched.

As they work the glands over, digging their fingers in and letting go, Sam looks over at Ivan, and glances down to Jo’s pussy. Ivan slowly smiles, teeth bared, and nods.

“Jo.” Sam starts. Jo keens quietly in response. “You need to tell us if we cross a boundary here, okay?”

Jo nods, and Sam purrs. He leans down, still working at the gland, and slides the blade of his tongue between Jo’s wet pussy lips. Jo cries out, hands scrambling at the sheets uselessly.

“Please-! Oh, fuck, please-“ he begs.

Ivan leans down as well, and licks around Jo’s hole. Jo keeps babbling, begging for more.

Jo whines and keens and whimpers as they eat both of his holes out and work his glands loose. It doesn’t take long for Jo to come under their tongues and hands, covering Sam’s face in slick as he sobs through the strongest orgasm he’s had in a long time.

All three of them take a few minutes to catch their breath, and Sam and Ivan slowly bring Jo’s legs back down.

“How do you feel, Jo?” Sam asks, gently peeling off all the patches.

Jo woozily grins at him. “Like I just came my brains out.”

Ivan laughs, and kisses Jo’s palm. “Thank you for trusting us to do this, Jo.”

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I’ve been told I have a weird taste in men, and you know what? I sure fucking do. My taste in men is wide. Varied. It contains multitudes.

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work the gland.

sam/ivan/jo, 1.6k words of smut. gland play.

They always start with the ones in the wrists. Those are the easiest to access, and they’re the ones furthest from anything possibly triggering.

Ivan takes Jo’s left hand, and Sam takes his right. In unison, they slowly sweep their thumbs over the slowly plumping gland, over and over as the pheromones start to build. As the gland really starts to swell, they dig their thumbs in, just for a brief second, to introduce the idea of letting more pheromones out through that gland to the system.

They back off, go back to just sweeping their thumbs over the gland gently. They repeat the process over and over, until the glands in Jo’s wrist are no longer painfully engorged- just slightly swollen.

Jo is a panting mess in his chair. Sweat beading on his forehead, cock hard and tenting his underwear, and eyes glazed over. He tilts his head back instinctually when Sam and Ivan let go, but they just trill sweetly at him, praising his beautiful submission.

“Did you want us to keep going, Jo?” Sam purrs.

“We usually do the one along the spine next, but if you don’t want to show us your back like that, we can go to the ones on your hips instead.” Ivan offers, taking some things out from his bag nearby.

Jo just woozily stares at them, blinking a few times to try and make sense of what they’re saying.

“Uh. My hips. Please.”

The two Flyers smile and nod, and Ivan offers Jo something- some *things*, actually. Square patches, made of a fine metal lattice, with skin-safe adhesive on one side. Jo hesitantly takes them, inspects them. “What-?”

Sam’s face briefly crumples, and he turns to Ivan, scenting him. Ivan pets Sam’s hair for a moment, offering comfort.

“Anti-bite patches. You put them on your scent glands, to prevent accidental or unwanted bonding.”

Jo just blue-screens. He stares at the two little patches in his hands, wide-eyed and confused.

“We don’t normally offer them for the wrists, since the glands there are too small to initiate a bond. But all the others are.” Sam explains quietly, separating from Ivan with a quiet trill.

Jo starts to tremble, ever so slightly.

“I know we aren’t using our mouths to do this, but some people prefer to not have skin-to-skin contact for the bigger glands. You don’t have to use them if you don’t want to- it’s all optional.” Sam keeps going.

Jo slumps a little, and slowly brings his other hand up to peel off the adhesive covering on one of them. He gently slots it over the growing swell of the scent gland on his right hip, and mirrors it on his left.

“How do they feel?” Ivan asks. He knows the answer already.

“Safe.”

They lay Jo back, making sure he’s comfortable, and get to work. The glands on the hips are bigger than the wrists, so they have to use both hands to work the glands over.

Over and over, the process repeats. Dig the fingers into the meat of the gland, just for a second, before letting go and soothing the pheromones down. Normally, working with scent glands this intensely leaves a thick layer of concentrated pheromones on the hands- and this time is no different. Even through the patch, Sam and Ivan’s fingers are covered in intensely concentrated pheromones, and it’s an intoxicating smell.

Ivan can’t help himself, just as they’re winding down on the glands. He licks a wide stripe across his hand, groaning quietly at the taste.

“боже мой… so ripe, so sweet…” he moans. Sam purrs loudly, finishing his work on the gland.

“You’re doing so well, Jo. We’re both proud of you, beautiful omega.” He croons.

Poor Jo is a sweaty, horny mess again. His hips kept hitching up, pushing at their hands as they worked, and his previously flagging erection was back in full force again. Woozy and horny and so relieved, Jo whines.

Sam kisses Ivan, wanting a taste of Jo. He hums as they separate, turning to Jo. “He’s right. Ripe and sweet and perfect under our hands.”

Jo keens, squirming in place. Ivan places a gentle hand on his thigh, soothing him. “We have three more to go, gorgeous boy. We can do either the thighs, or the spine next. The spine, you have to lay on your stomach for. The thighs, we can do either of two ways- while you’re on your stomach, or you can lay on your back, and we can push your legs up above you to access them.” Ivan explains, as Sam gets out more patches.

“Like-like a-“ Jo stutters. He knows what that one looks like.

“Like a mating press.” Sam purrs. Jo blushes brightly.

The one for the spine is the only one that isn’t square- it’s a rectangle instead, long and thin. He places all three next to Jo, letting him decide. Jo hesitates, before picking up the rectangle patch, and offering it to Ivan. Ivan takes it, and they watch as Jo slowly turns over, burying his face in the pillow as he offers his back to them.

They both soothe their hands over his shoulders, trilling and praising him for his generous submission to them once more. Jo can feel one of them place the patch on, tracing the edges so he knows where it covers.

“Ivan does this one the best, so I’m going to let him take over. Are you okay if I sit by your head, beautiful omega?” Sam asks. Jo nods into the pillow, turning so he’s facing Sam.

“Thank you.” He murmurs quietly.

“For what?”

Jo whines as Ivan gets to work. “For… for being so understanding. For being gentle with me. For respecting my boundaries.”

As Ivan works the scent gland in the small of his back over, Jo holds onto Sam’s hand for dear life. The cycle of harsh tension and sweet relief is heady, and Jo keeps humping the bed under him for the sweet friction he craves.

Eventually, after what feels like both an eternity and three fucking seconds, Jo shudders as the last of the tension in his lower back dissolves. It aches like an overused muscle, but he can tell that the pain won’t come back.

Ivan runs a hand up and down his spine, bringing him back to the present. “Almost done, sweet boy.” He croons. “How did you want to do these?” He slides a finger across the backs of Jo’s thighs, not touching the glands there but obviously referring to them.

Jo squirms, and rolls over. He refuses to meet either of their gazes when he answers.

“Can you… can you put me…”

“You want the mating press, don’t you?” Sam purrs, shifting down the bed so he’s sitting next to Ivan again. Jo blushes, and nods a few times before covering his face to hide his embarrassment. He can feel them both run their hands up the outside of his thighs, and stop at the waistband of his underwear.

“A beautiful omega, telling us what he wants and what he needs- there’s nothing quite like it.” Ivan murmurs as they tug Jo’s boxers down.

“Oh, my-” Sam groans at the sight. Jo knows he’s a mess. Slick dripping out of his pussy, cock drooling- fuck, he’s such a slut-

“Such a beautiful display- is this for us, omega?” Ivan asks, sliding his hands up Jo’s calves to hook into the back of his knees. Jo nods, embarrassed. Ivan purrs, and slowly pulls Jo’s legs up and over his torso, holding them in place when they reach over his head.

Jo realizes that this position bares his hole to them too, and whimpers.

Sam applies the patches to the glands, and traces the edges so Jo knows where they are on his skin.

“Just two more, Jo.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to each patch. Jo whimpers again, high in his throat. His cock is drooling precum onto his chest now, and his cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, they can probably see that.

Sam and Ivan get to work once more. It’s exactly the same as all the others, but this time, their proximity to his holes has Jo so fucking turned on, he swears he’s going to come untouched.

As they work the glands over, digging their fingers in and letting go, Sam looks over at Ivan, and glances down to Jo’s pussy. Ivan slowly smiles, teeth bared, and nods.

“Jo.” Sam starts. Jo keens quietly in response. “You need to tell us if we cross a boundary here, okay?”

Jo nods, and Sam purrs. He leans down, still working at the gland, and slides the blade of his tongue between Jo’s wet pussy lips. Jo cries out, hands scrambling at the sheets uselessly.

“Please-! Oh, fuck, please-“ he begs.

Ivan leans down as well, and licks around Jo’s hole. Jo keeps babbling, begging for more.

Jo whines and keens and whimpers as they eat both of his holes out and work his glands loose. It doesn’t take long for Jo to come under their tongues and hands, covering Sam’s face in slick as he sobs through the strongest orgasm he’s had in a long time.

All three of them take a few minutes to catch their breath, and Sam and Ivan slowly bring Jo’s legs back down.

“How do you feel, Jo?” Sam asks, gently peeling off all the patches.

Jo woozily grins at him. “Like I just came my brains out.”

Ivan laughs, and kisses Jo’s palm. “Thank you for trusting us to do this, Jo.”

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goalie pads.

sid/ned, 884 words of pure smut.

Alex heads upstairs, ready to slide into bed next to Sid and take their pre-game nap together. He can already imagine cuddling into Sid’s side, nuzzling his partner’s neck and breathing in his sleepy scent. He can’t wait.

It’s when he opens the door to their bedroom that all his plans crash and burn.

Sid’s on the floor, surrounded by the contents of Ned’s goalie bag. Ned had brought his bag home to do some maintenance on the pads, and had cleaned and put them away in the bag hours ago. But there Sid was, with one of Ned’s pads between his legs, grinding down on the side and moaning.

Fuck.

Ned watches as Sid shifts his hips back and forth, grinding his cunt against the seams and stitches of the leg pad. He can just barely see Sid’s engorged clit rubbing right against the seam along the side, leaving a trail of- jesus christ.

Ned whimpers quietly in the doorway, his own pussy immediately soaked at the sight, and Sid’s head jerks up, face guilty. “Ned! I- I’m sorry-” His face is bright red, but his hips keep moving, as if they have a mind of their own. “I- they smelled so good, they smelled like you, I couldn’t help it-”

Ned cuts him off by suddenly approaching, walking towards Sid until he’s standing directly next to him. “Sid,” Ned starts, running a hand through Sid’s dark hair to rest his hand on the back of the beta’s head. “If you wanted to scent me, all you had to do was ask.”

Sid whines. His hips are still moving, cunt still grinding against the pad. Ned can smell it now- Sid’s unique beta scent, the musky smell of beta slick, and Ned’s own omega sweetness mixing together. It’s a heady combination, and Ned is already getting dizzy from it. “Didn’t- ah!- didn’t want to bother you-” Sid pants. Ned sighs, and pushes Sid’s face into his crotch. 

“Does it smell like it would bother me, Sid?” He asks. He can feel how warm Sid’s face is, and how deeply his beta inhales. Sid’s hips stutter, falling still briefly as he gets a lung-full of Ned’s slick. Ned yelps when he feels Sid’s tongue dart out and lick at his clit through his boxers. “Fuck- Sid, you’re so gross-”

Sid whines again, and his hips start moving again. He licks a wide stripe up Ned’s crotch, swirling his tongue around the omega’s growing clit. “Can’t even wait for me to take my fucking underwear off, you’re so disgusting.” Ned gets a good fistful of Sid’s hair, and pulls him back. Sid’s eyes are already glassy, half-lidded and his mouth is open, taking in big gulps of air. 

“Your… your cunt doesn’t think I’m gross, bud.” Sid drawls as Ned shucks his underwear. “Already slicked up for me.” 

Ned rolls his eyes, and shoves Sid’s face back against his pussy. “Put that mouth to better use, bud.” He can feel Sid huff a laugh, before pushing his tongue between Ned’s folds. He hums as Ned puts both hands on his head, guiding him right where Ned needs him most. 

It’s not long before Ned is getting close, breath hitching with every swipe of Sid’s clever tongue over his clit. He manages to pull Sid back in time, and they’re both panting heavily. Ned can see how soaked his goalie pad is between Sid’s thick thighs- there’s no way they can be clean in time for that evening’s game, but Ned thinks that was why Sid started using them in the first place. 

“Why- why’d you stop-?” Sid pants, flicking his clit against a particularly stiff edge of the pads. Ned purrs at the little convulsion Sid’s body does. 

“Where’s your jock?” He asks, apropos of nothing. 

Sid grinds down a little harder, focusing on his own pleasure now that his omega had forced him away. 

“Sid. Where’s your jock?” Ned tries again. 

“In… gear bag, in the- fuck- in the closet-” Sid groans out, hunching over and really starting to pick up the pace. Ned quickly ducks into their en-suite closet, digging through Sid’s gear back to find what he needs. He steps back out and sits at the edge of the bed now. 

“Sid. Eyes on me.” He calls, waiting until Sid’s head lifts and they make eye contact. Sid’s eyes widen when he sees his disgusting old jock in Ned’s hand. Decrepit, falling apart, worn down- and Sid watches as Ned slowly brings the fabric to his own cunt, rubbing against his clit.

“Fuuuuck-” Sid groans, hips kicking into overdrive at the sight. Ned quickly builds up a similar rhythm, and it doesn't take them both very long to come with matching shouts against their partners’ equipment. 

Sid slumps down against the leg pad under him, panting breathlessly as if he’d been bag skated. As he catches his breath, he can hear Ned moving around near him. Eventually he feels gentle hands on his shoulders, and Ned eases him back and up to stand. “C’mon. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” 

Sid nods against his omega’s neck, pressing a kiss there as they lay down. “Sorry about your pads.” he murmurs. Ned hums.

“S’alright. Maybe I’ll play with them anyway.”

~

Ned gets a shutout.

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Tagged by @chromatic-crow !! tysm

RULES: In a new post, show the last line of something you wrote or drew and tag however many people you like.

He can just barely see Sid’s engorged clit rubbing right against the seam along the side, leaving a trail of- jesus christ.

Tagging: no pressure of course

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So like. You gave me the brain worms for Maroon/Marchand so a gift for u

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When Brad had said that he ‘owned’ Patty a few years prior, he wasn't ever thinking they would wind up on the same team.

But now that they are…

–

Brad adjusts the collar on Pat’s neck before giving a small tug towards him, smirking as the larger man's breath stutters. It's quiet, no one else in the locker room as Patty sits on his knees in front of Brad's stall where he's sitting.

Pat's mouth is hanging open slightly, cheeks tinged red under his beard. Brad thinks about asking him to open wider, instead taking the hand off the collar and bringing it to his jaw, forcing him to open a bit, watching as his tongue lolls out a little, welcoming and open for him.

And he takes it, guiding his dick into Patty's mouth with a grin, feeling Patty groan around him. Brad decides he can be nice for a moment. Only a moment though, gripping Patty's hair and forcing him further down. Patty chokes a little, making a small gagging sound before Brad pulls him back, just keeping the tip in before forcing him down again.

He repeats the motion, fucking Patty's face, stopping as he feels himself getting close.

“What did I say Patty? Who fuckin owns you?”

He pulls him off, both of them panting, Brad taking in the view for a moment.

Pat's hair is a mess, looking up at Brad through wet eyelashes, cheeks red, lips swollen and wet with a mix of saliva and precum dripping from the bottom lip into his beard.

Brad watches Pat swallow, excess saliva making it hard to speak amongst other things.

“Y-you do…”

He tugs on Pat’s hair again, forcing him back down, keeping his hand there as Patty bobs his head a few times before holding him flush against his pelvis, coming down his throat. Patty groans around him, working at his own dick as he comes into his hand as Brad lets him up.

“Glad you still know.”

He pats the larger man's cheek a few times, blissed out expression on Patty's face as he tries to swallow a few times, throat tight from the collar that Brad finally undoes. He doesn't want to break him.

Not too badly.

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holy shit, i hope Namestnikov is okay

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mayhaps… some knight/bobrovsky this fine evening? If you so desire - I’m loving everything you’re putting out

HI ANON SORRY THIS IS SO LATE................ i posted this on ao3 as well, if you'd prefer to see it there but... here it is!!! 586 words, explicit.

During intermissions, Bob sits in his stall with his hands on his belly. Nothing that would immediately tell other people what had happened, but Spencer knows.

Bob sits down gingerly in his stall, shifting to get comfortable before settling. Spencer plunks down next to him, stiff as a board. Paul starts talking, but Spencer hears exactly none of it, because he can see Bob reaching under his jersey, cupping his hands under his stomach.

To other people, he's just resting his hands on his stomach. To Spencer... well.

He remembers what they did before the game.

He wakes up not long after nodding off for their pre-game nap to find Bob grinding back on his hardening cock in his sleep, letting out little moans. His hips keep twitching back and forth- back to find his alpha's cock, forward to try and fuck into his hand.

Sleepily, Spencer thinks, 'Jesus, that's quite the wet dream,' before realizing 'Oh. I can do something about that.' but he's hesitant to wake Bob, since sleep is precious. But Bob lets out a long, drawn out groan and Spencer catches a whiff of how slicked up his omega is, and now his cock is definitely interested. Spencer curls up tighter to Bob, and wraps his arms around his omega's chest to slowly rock him awake.

"Sergei," Spencer croons, hitching his hips forward to meet Bob's. He can feel his cock sliding between Bob's cheeks, almost catching on his hole. Bob huffs, and finally wakes up.

"Alpha-?" He rumbles, mind and body still not connected fully. "What-? Oh," He finally realizes how horny he is, and how good Spencer feels, teasing over his hole like that. "Oh, Spencer... been so long since you filled me up..."

They separate briefly to shed their pajamas (it's really just underwear. the nest gets hot), then Bob settles down on his elbows and knees, presenting so prettily for Spencer. Spencer gulps audibly, wrapping a tight hand around just above where his knot forms to prevent him from popping a knot early. "Fuck me, Spencer," Bob whispers, widening his knees to flash his dripping pussy. "Fill me up, fuck me full, please,"

Spencer gets with the program, and mounts his omega. Slick eases the way, making fucking into his omega one easy glide. "God, I missed this," Spencer croaks. "Feels so good, so perfect for me."

Bob hums happily, clenching down on Spencer's cock. "Hm, I missed this too, Spencer. Such a good Alpha, always keeping me full-"

He's rutting into his omega like the disgusting animal he is- the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the dirty squelch of Bob's cunt, Bob's breathy cries, his own guttural grunts echo in their room. Normally, he'd be more careful about how hard they fuck before a game, but Bob's scent grabbed him by the cock and wouldn't let go.

"Breed me, breed me, breed me," Bob begs, clenching hard down around Spencer's cock. With a few final thrusts, his knot catches, and Bob cries out as he's pumped full.

His belly had been visibly distended when they finally separated. Bob plugged his hole as usual, before he had started to leak, and continued getting ready to leave for the game.

"Sergei- you're still..." Spencer started to say, just before walking out the door. Bob glanced over at him, and smiled sweetly.

"I know." He replied, before walking outside.

Oh, god.

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pat your goalie

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i think i hauve covid.

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