#steven stamkos rpf

[swissboyhisch]

WAG Meetings

Pairing: Steven Stamkos x Reader

Summary: After it's confirmed that the boys will go to playoffs for another season, the WAGs have a meeting to discuss the most exciting part. WAG Jackets.

Word Count: 1025

Warnings: I predict a lot of inaccuracies about playoff planning and that. Kids. Bad flow.

A/N: I personally love this but I'm not sure how good it is.

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On the 1st of April, you and the other partners of Tampa Bay Lightning gathered at your home in Tampa to watch as your boys clinched a playoff spot for the 2022-2023 season. That signalled the start of the playoff prep for you. It was to be your tenth postseason. Your tenth playoff run experience. However, this was your ninth as the Captain’s partner. That also meant creating your ninth playoff jacket. 

The day after the clinch, the girls came over again. The boys were on a road trip giving you all the space you could need to start the prep. You organised a brunch while you organised this year’s WAG jacket. You weren't the captain's partner the first year you were involved in a WAG jacket creation. But now you lead the charge. Luckily you have experience by now.

You finished setting up the large charcuterie board on the coffee table in the lounge room. All the extra chairs and bean bags were set up for everyone. Everything was set up for adults and kids, including food and drinks. 

“Mama!”

Speaking of kids, your son came running up to you. Ever the twin of his father, his blonde hair was a mess. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

“Dadda?”

“Dadda is at work.” The pout that graced his face was heartwrenching. One that you knew all too well. “He’ll be home tomorrow.”

The doorbell echoed through the house. Kiddo squirmed in your arms, making you put him down. He sprinted to the door and jumped, trying to reach the door handle. You couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the sight. You came up behind him, opening the door to reveal Sanna holding Rio—Kiddo’s best friend.

Sanna Hedman has been your best friend since she and Victor arrived in Tampa in 2009. You two quickly gravitated towards each other as you were close in age and relatively new to Tampa. You had arrived only the season before. Sanna was your alternate captain, helping you organise many events for the girls. And it also meant both your kids, born only months apart, are best friends like their parents.

“Rio!” Kiddo squeals.

You two laughed at your boys hugging before speeding into the house, straight to the playroom downstairs set up for the kids. Sanna, with a bag of bottles of champagne in her arms, followed you through to the kitchen. The pair of you flitted around the kitchen, ensuring everything was ready. A tray of mimosas was poured, ready for the girls to arrive. 

“Here,” Sanna grins as she hands you a mimosa and sits beside you at the kitchen counter.

“To another playoff run,” You grin.

Sanna laughs happily, “Cheers. Another year of playoff fun.”

Over the next ten minutes, you welcomed other women and kids into your home like many times before. Soon you were all settled into the lounge room—everyone with a drink. You had a seat near the tv where the PowerPoint you created last night after everyone left the watch party. It had all sorts of slides discussing styles, colours, and fabrics. Everything that is needed for the jackets and more.

Cece came and sat on the other side of you. She was one of the newer WAGs in the group. The young woman was the long-term partner for Ross Colton, the young centre on the team. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “I can’t believe it.”

“Your first WAG jacket,” Senna smiled, who was next to you as she would be helping you with the presentation. 

The pair of you had taken the young woman into your close-knit group. You two, Tiff (Kilhorn’s partner) and Ana Kucherov, were all very close. The leaders of the group, if you will. But as a whole, all the women were close.

“Welcome all to the 2023 WAG Playoffs meeting.”

The girls all cheered and clapped. It was a big thing for your boys, and all of you were excited about another playoff run. For a couple of new girls within the group, it was their first playoff experience. But like every year you’ve had this meeting, everyone’s emotions were at an all-time high.

“We will be starting off with our jackets, as I want to be able to send them off to the designer tomorrow.”

“When will they be ready?” Cece questioned. 

Sanna grins, “Most likely around two weeks.”

“Since I became captain’s partner, we’ve been working with the designer Jenna Jetta, a Jacksonville-based designer. This is the ninth postseason we’ll be working with her. Jenna only works with Lightning. Senna and I will go to Jacksonville this weekend to see the test jacket.”

It took a lot of talking, going back and forth between everyone, but you all finally agreed on a design—a black leather jacket with neon blue lightning around the bottom. Then on the back, there was the player’s number and their signature. On the front had the team logo and the partner’s name. And on the collar, they had little flags, one on each end, representing the two players. 

Each girl had little personal things on the jacket as well. They could choose little embroidery details to add. You had chosen to add your son’s name and your and Steven’s hometown on the sleeve cuffs.

“Now we’ve finished the design of the WAG jackets; it’s time to discuss round one. It’s already confirmed the boys will be against the Leafs for the first round.”

Senna hummed in agreement. “It’s been announced games one and two are in Toronto. For those wanting to travel, you are more than welcome. But if you don’t, Mrs Captain, Ana, and I plan someone to host a watch party for those two games at one of our houses.”

“Games three and four are home, meaning each player has a suite. We will be deciding at a later date who will have which suite,” You add on. After you had given everyone the rundown on the first round, it was time to conclude the official pre-playoff meeting. “Thank you for your involvement in this year’s playoff jacket design. I can’t wait to give them out at the pre-playoff dinner.”

TAG LIST:

@penny4yourthoughts @mp0625 @hischierhaze @11zegras @lvrzegras @francesfarhadi @cixrosie @daisysthings

[cellythefloshie]

;; Captain's Orders Chapter Eighteen of the Road Wife Series

Table of Contents 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 11  | 12  |  13  | 14 | 15 16 | 17 | 18

Summary: Trying to cope with the pressures of being the second wife, your judgment continues to waver. Kinks & TW: sex work, unprotected sex, rule breaking, creampie, adultery Word Count: 2.3k

Knowing about Ella, and why she left, it should have given you some peace of mind. She had betrayed the team and the relationships that had been founded by the players. Worst of all, she betrayed the wives who trusted her with such responsibility. It was a thought that weighed heavily on your mind during and between your appointments. You wanted to be better than the standard she had set. You wanted to abide by your contract, do your job, while being respected by the wives, because you would honor the agreements made. But that was something easier said than done, especially with the roster of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Since your encounter with Ella, and your appointment with Killorn that allowed you to unpack just what exactly had happened to the first wife, your appointments left you on edge. You read each calendar appointment on your phone not once, but twice, and you never overstayed your welcome. You always returned to your room, or your seat on the plane, away from the players you were contracted to serve while on the road. It was isolating in a way, and you often had to remind yourself why you were doing it. You would not destroy a marriage. 

Even after a 0-1 defeat to Detroit that ended in a shoot-out, that was the thought in the back of your mind. Worst of all, the boys would have to play again tomorrow, which meant turning in early for everyone but you. 

You wouldn’t get to sleep just yet, not with an appointment with the Captain in your calendar. 

Mouth wide open with a yawn, you sorted through your suitcase in search of a black teddy his wife had ordered for you to wear on the trip. Or at least, you assumed it had been from his wife. It had just shown up in the mail one day with a card signed S.S. And then the request had been listed in the appointment, approved. 

The snug, figure hugging lace teddy replaced the business-casual attire you had worn to the game, your face contorting as your body shuddered at the realization that the teddy itself was crotchless. The air that filled your hotel room sent you shuttering as you jumped into a pair of tight shorts and shrugged on your oversized team branded sweatshirt. It would cover you up enough to get you down the hall to the captain’s room, even if the crotch of the shorts chafed against your clit with every casual stride you took. 

When you came to his door, you didn’t even need to knock. Stamkos had been waiting on the other side, waiting patiently for your expected arrival. He greeted you with a smile, his hand taking hold of your forearm carefully to guide you inside. It was the beginning of the routine the two of you shared during your appointments. It would start with the gentle touches and the sweet exchange of words as he coaxed you to the bed. But then, the captain never wasted any time with you. 

The two of you always followed the directives set by his wife and stuck strictly to the time constraints given. Which is why it didn’t surprise you when Stamkos guided you to the comfort of the hotel room bed. The barely disturbed blankets sunk around your knees as you crawled up the length of the bed and into the captain’s lap. You could feel the heat of his body radiating against the inside of your thighs, and the stiffness of his cock pressing up against you before you could really even touch him–and you smirked. He was always so eager, so ready, as his hands brushed over your body. It wasn’t a featherlight touch. He wanted you to feel his palms and his fingers and their warm touch as they wrinkled your clothes and dripped down into your shorts and your panties. 

The weight of his touch sent your skin blazing hot as he dipped deeper and deeper until his fingers pressed into your clit and began to trace over your sensitivity in slow, teasing circles. And Stamkos watched you there, your breathing becoming needy and shallow with his every rotation. He watched as your face softened and your eyes fluttered, completely and utterly enthralled by taking his time with you. 

It left your head light and spinning, your hips angling into his touch just to try to feel more of him. Your chest heaved with desperation, and you knew he must feel how wet you were as it puddled in your panties. His knuckles grazed against them with each deliberate motion - but you only drew a real response from him when you were left whimpering with need. 

“I want to try something different with you today, would you like that?” he breathed his hot words against your throat, and punctuated his question with a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. 

At that moment, you were ready to beg him. Your mind was foggy with need, your core already near pulsing with pleasure. You would say yes to anything. 

“What are the Captain’s Orders?”

With his free hand, Stamkos reached up and pinched your chin between his thumb and finger. He opened up your neck and placed gentle kisses against the sensitive skin slowly. And it was there, his hot breath washing over his skin, that he whispered, “A little roleplay?”

Your heart skipped as your curiosity peaked. “Oh?”

“Don’t worry, you’ve been doing so well already,” his praise sent a wave of heat through your body, your core clenching as he continued, “you’ve been such a good wife for me, but I think it’s time for another wifely duty. I’m going to fuck a baby right into you.”

Your throat went weak, and your lips parted in a desperate gasp as you tried to find any words to say, but you could only manage one. “Steven.” 

It felt foreign to have his name slip from between your lips. It had always been captain or Stamkos. You had never spoken his first name. It kept things distant, professional, but suddenly it all was so personal. 

You knew the rules, the terms and conditions set by his wife. The ones he wanted to ignore, the rules he wanted to break. It left your stomach knotted, your throat weak, so close to falling into illness because you knew why he was asking. You bent the rules for Tony and for Ross. And hadn't been shy about it. He knew. The whole team knew. And now he wanted you to break them for him. 

Captain's orders. 

“I signed a contract,” your words were breathy as you turned to face him, “and your wife-”

“Would never know. I won’t tell her, would you?”

You should have gotten up and left the room the moment those words left his mouth. The phone with all of your appointments should be in your hands as you texted an update to his wife about what he had asked you to do. Yet, you lay frozen in the bed, your eyes fixated on Stamkos as he waited for you to answer his request. 

His hands stroked over the soft lace of the teddy slowly, your head spinning at the touch as you tried to find the logic of it all. You wanted to say no, you should decline him, but…

Every precaution you could take to avoid pregnancy was taken. You had attended all the medical appointments made by the wives to assure of that too. And if anyone was going to get you pregnant, it would have been Ross because the two of you had never been careful. And those factors shouldn't have mattered. But they nagged at the back of your mind so loudly you could not ignore. 

The room felt suffocating around you, the weight of the decision heavy on your chest as you fisted at the thin fabric of Stamkos’ shirt. You felt his warmth, his body, and you let it ground you, coaxing your first calm breath in what felt like minutes as you faced what felt like an inevitable outcome: no matter what you did, you could be fired. 

The playoffs were only 15 days away. 

The boys needed you. Their wife. 

There was only one thing you could do. 

With your fingers still coiled around his shirt. You pulled it up over his head slowly. His arms raised, letting the fabric slide down his to slip from his fingertips. And in the seconds it concealed his face from you, his expression softened as if he were on the verge of melting under your touch. His hair left tousled, falling into his heavy lidded stare as you tossed his shirt onto the floor. Then came the warmth of his lips, stealing your breath as you mumbled your words against the pressure of his kiss. “Put a baby in me, Steven.”

Your name was a low growl, barely audible on his lips, as he leaned and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss unlike any other he had given you before. It was more than just a kiss, something quick and heated to get his cock hard and your panties wet. Stamkos had one handle cradling your jaw as he kissed you deeply, passionately, his tongue sweeping inside your mouth to taste you as if it were the very first time. It makes your heart race and your brain foggy as his hands explored your curves and worked his hockey toned body from the constraints of his own clothes while he left you in the pretty lingerie. 

It was only as you felt the tip of his cock crest against your core that just what was happening hit you in a tornado of a thought. Stamkos wasn’t just fucking you bare, he was making love to you. His every touch was a deliberate caress, his every kiss left you breathless and shuttering, and it all made it too difficult not to react. 

Your body came to wind around him so effortlessly. Your thighs hitch around his hips, your ankles hooking at the back of his thighs and pressing down so carefully. The pressure left him groaning against your flesh, the thrust that followed deeper, harder than the last. Each impact of his hips on your own left you shifting across the bed, your hands having to reach up to brace yourself against the headboard to keep yourself from smacking your head into it. 

Panting, you focused on the cold surface of the headboard against your sweaty palms. The muscles in your arms ached, and your heart thundered deep in your chest - faster and faster as your cunt throbbed around his cock. 

And then you felt it. The twitch of his cock and the flood of his cum inside you. It was a warm wave that filled you. One that you felt in the depths of your belly even as he unsheathed his cock from the embrace of your cunt. With your face still red hot with the heat of your orgasm, and the weight of Stamkos’ body from you, you rolled over and gathered your clothes. With each of your movements rushed and clumsy, you practically stumbled from the bed as you jumped into your shorts – but not even their tight fabric could distract you from the feeling of his cum beginning to spill from your core. 

It left your heart pounding loud in your ears, and you could feel it pulsing throughout your body as you moved for the door. It was there Stamkos stopped you, his hand on your arm to stop you from leaving. You didn't know if he had said anything before that moment. If he had, you didn't hear it. But you looked up at him with a smile and heard his gentle words. 

“Take this before morning,” Stamkos said, his words far from a suggestion as his hand found yours. In your palm, he dropped a small pill pocket. Your fist wrapped around it tightly. 

You could only nod, your voice too weak to find even a single word before you slipped out the door. Gripping the pill even tighter, so tight your nails dug into the flesh of your palms. You could not drop it, you couldn't risk anyone else seeing it. No one could know what had just happened. 

Not even Cirelli, who stood in the doorway of his hotel room, waiting so patiently for you to be done with the Captain as he had so many times before. But you couldn't risk seeing him, not tonight. 

You shook your head slowly and paired your subtle, silent rejection with a yawn. Maybe then he would believe that you were just too tired. Maybe then he wouldn't become suspicious. 

And he doesn't question it as you walk right past him and disappear into your own hotel room. Standing there with your back pressed to the door, you opened your palm and stared down on the tiny morning-after pill in your hand. It and the feeling of his hot cum pooling in your shorts left your stomach knotted. And with that feeling, you didn't have to think twice. You opened the pill pocket with gentle pressure, releasing it into your hand before you brought it to your mouth and swallowed it back without water, without anything but guilt. 

Even hours later, as you lay in bed with sleep refusing to take you, you swore you could still feel it there. A heavy lump in your throat, an aching reminder of the rules that you had broken. And there, as you wrapped your arms around your pillow and squeezed it tight, you decided you could never let something like that happen again. 

TAGLIST:@mp0625 , @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner, @fandomrejects , @misunderstoodwerewolf , @callsign-denmark , @puckmaidens , @xcicix , @starshine-hockey-girl , @cixrosie

[sergeifyodorov]

re: ur thoughts on the current trending hockeyblr/ao3 ship and how objectively wild it is that it Is What It Is. what current ships would you nominate in its place? noah fence to sidgeno … but which Classic Teammates In Love HRPF Ships do you think should take over for them? or like, which ships are you surprised AREN'T as popular as oiler/flame-who-isn't-even-still-a-flame?

hskdfjdks okay hm... my super totally unbiased opinions are about to be put into this world... blast me if you will etc

teammates in love ships that should be more popular

sid/letang. i know we're all into the arranged marriage aesthetic of sidgeno and we don't care about "defencemen" in this house but . kris letang is right there... he's a hot girl... he's a bad bitch... he's a supernaturally intense freak which means he and sid could get it on in such wild ways... and most importantly he's quebecois we need more francophone representation in our hockey rpf

steven stamkos/victor hedman. fundamentally we are not taking advantage of wily fox steve stamkos and Giant Conn Smythe Winning Sequoia Tree Victor Hedman who are right there.. they endured so much pain 2gether before winning their cups... they're besties... etc. look at that gifset of heddy lifting the cup over his head and tenderly kissing golden-haired stevie who's hugging him like he built the world. know what i know.

quinn hughes/elias pettersson. they were ROOMMATES ON THE ROAD they are DESIGNATED SAVIOURS OF VANCOUVER together quinn is bedraggled and practical and petey is bald and cunty. i know they're young but if petey sticks around... yknow. it'll get there. with your help etc etc

matthew tkachuk/sasha barkov. i agree i get it machuk is interesting he's an interesting fic character. sasha is right there... he loves him....

other ships that should be more popular

sid/ovi. they're both inchresting characters they're both extremely old men with lots of history they had to go through each other to win the cup EVERY TIME THEY DID IT...

geno/ovi along the same lines. actually my opinion of ovi is that he's a fascinating character ficwise all around... enigmatic, charismatic,,, i don't understand nicke backstrom which is the biggest reason nickeovi isn't on the first list. but sid/geno/ovi is nightmare threesome material and we should talk about it

not a Specific ship per se but we need usntdp fics of the generation BEFORE jhughes/zegras/caufield. i want something that compels you to draw a jeichel/auston/machuk/clay keller web so complicated you need to full-on Pepe Silvia in order to understand it.

jack hughes/nico hischier but specifically me and sol spiceberrie's vision of it

also not a specific ship but Guy That Sucks fic. the good old homosexual self-loathing spiral... yes... Yes... dont do it with machuk though he's too emotionally intelligent. needs to be a total bad-vibes mirror-staring cut-shaving don't-know-how-to-cry situation.

here's MY one-interaction-that-i'll-never-get-away-from enemies to lovers fic that makes no sense: auston matthews/rasmus dahlin. there's one (1) fic in the ship tag and i wrote it. my claim to rarepair fame...

[ao3feed-hockey]

The Bones Of A Saint

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3uMBor1

by Blazzium

The Lightning get themselves into trouble. Stamkos, Palat, Kucherov, and Hedman find themselves trapped in underground caverns in an old ruin which does not want them to leave. Trying to find a way out, they activate something that gives them a time limit to escape. The Bones of a Saint never did bode well to begin with.

Words: 3502, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Curse of the Blessed

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Steven Stamkos, Ondrej Palat, Nikita Kucherov, Victor Hedman, Ben Bishop, Ryan Callahan, Tyler Johnson (Hockey RPF), Brayden Point, Andrei Vasilevskiy, King Clancy (Hockey RPF), Bobby Hull, Jon Cooper (Hockey RPF)

Additional Tags: Near Death, Drowning, Captivity, Angst, Hurt, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Curses, Major Illness

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3uMBor1

[stevenstamkos]

catch up tag!

tagged by @olllmaatta (ily!) and damn lol it’s been a while so i don’t really talk to many people here anymore? @powerblais, @heddy and @nikitakuucherov

three ships

(rpf mention) i’ve been all over the place with fic lately but raleigh becket/chuck hansen, steven stamkos/victor hedman, alex killorn/nikita kucherov (the last one is more of a massive joke but i’m having fun)

last five songs i listened to

doing my BRITNEY BITCH phase so: (you drive me) crazy, oops…i did it again, baby one more time, rasputin, and crazy rich asians’s version of can’t help falling in love

currently watching

just finished psych, just started queen’s gambit and the blacklist (i started the blacklist specifically bc of diego whatshisface from pacific rim so whenever i see his character in the show i’m like YANCY?!)

currently reading

bad blood: secrets and lies in a silicon valley startup by wsj journalist john carreyrou. it’s actually really engaging!

how’s it going?

fuck man it’s. it sure is going

[tylerandalexandceddyohmy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steven Stamkos/Alex Killorn Characters: Steven Stamkos, Alex Killorn, Tyler Johnson, Brayden Point, Yanni Gourde, Cedric Paquette Additional Tags: Tampa Bay Lightning ensemble - Freeform, including some prospects, Magical Realism, Fae & Fairies, Fantasy, Archaeology, Oral Sex, Anal Sex Summary:

University of Montreal Professor Alex Killorn’s dig in his family’s native region of Ireland is finally funded. He sets off to Ireland to continue a dig his grandfather started fifteen years ago, before his unexplained disappearance.

In Ireland he meets Steven, a Toronto detective in Ireland on an information sharing and training assignment.

As Steven re-opens Alex’s grandfather’s disappearance the people around Alex realize everything might not be what it seems on the surface.

[hockeyholidays2024]

Final tag set

Behind the read more...we’ve got over 300 ships nominated and every NHL team has at least one nomination, yay!

Anaheim Ducks

Maxime Comtois/Antoine Morand

Arizona Coyotes

Michael Latta/Dylan Strome

Boston Bruins

Adam Morrison/Tuukka Rask

Anders Bjork/Matt Grzelcyk

Boston Bruins/Charlie McAvoy

Brad Marchand/Tyler Seguin

Brandon Carlo/Charlie McAvoy

Brandon Carlo/Connor Clifton

Charlie Coyle/Boston Bruins Ensemble

Charlie Coyle/Chris Wagner

Charlie McAvoy/David Pastrnak

Danton Heinen/Sean Kuraly

David Pastrnak/Tuukka Rask

Jake DeBrusk/Charlie McAvoy

Jake DeBrusk/Sean Kuraly

Matt Grzelcyk/Charlie McAvoy

Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand

Torey Krug/Brad Marchand

Zdeno Chara/Boston Bruins Ensemble

Zdeno Chara/Brad Marchand

Zdeno Chara/Charlie McAvoy

Zdeno Chara/David Pastrnak

Zdeno Chara/Tuukka Rask

Zdeno Chara/Tyler Seguin

Buffalo Sabres

Jack Eichel/Jeff Skinner

Jack Eichel/Sam Reinhart

Jake McCabe/Rasmus Ristolainen

Rasmus Dahlin/Casey Mittelstadt

Calgary Flames

Elias Lindholm/Noah Hanifin

Johnny Gaudreau/Sean Monahan

Carolina Hurricanes

Alexander Semin/Eric Staal

Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal

Julien Gauthier/Nicolas Roy

Sebastian Aho/Teuvo Teravainen

Chicago Blackhawks

Alex DeBrincat/Dylan Strome

Colorado Avalanche

Andre Burakovsky/Nathan MacKinnon

Andre Burakovsky/Tyson Jost

Cale Makar/Conor Timmins

Erik Johnson/Gabriel Landeskog

Erik Johnson/Nathan MacKinnon

Erik Johnson/Nikita Zadorov

Gabriel Landeskog/Andre Burakovsky

Gabriel Landeskog/Colin Wilson

Gabriel Landeskog/Mikko Rantanen

J. T. Compher/Alexander Kerfoot

J. T. Compher/Alexander Kerfoot/Cale Makar

J. T. Compher/Cale Makar

J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost

J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost/Alexander Kerfoot

Ryan Graves/Cale Makar

Samuel Girard/Cale Makar

Samuel Girard/Erik Johnson

Samuel Girard/Erik Johnson/Cale Makar

Tyson Barrie/Colin Wilson

Tyson Barrie/Erik Johnson

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog/Nathan MacKinnon

Tyson Barrie/Nathan MacKinnon

Tyson Barrie/Tyson Jost

Columbus Blue Jackets

Boone Jenner/Ryan Murray

Cam Atkinson/Brandon Dubinsky

Josh Anderson/Zach Werenski

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Alexander Wennberg

Sergei Bobrovsky/Nick Foligno

William Karlsson/Alexander Wennberg

Dallas Stars

Anton Khudobin/Alexander Radulov

Ben Bishop/Dallas Stars Ensemble

Denis Gurianov/Roope Hintz

Jamie Benn/Roope Hintz

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin/Roope Hintz

Joe Pavelski/Tyler Seguin

John Klingberg/Esa Lindell

Jordie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Miro Heiskanen/Esa Lindell

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz/Esa Lindell

Miro Heiskanen/Tyler Seguin

Nick Caamano/Roope Hintz

Roope Hintz/Mattias Janmark

Roope Hintz/Mattias Janmark/Joe Pavelski

Tyler Seguin/Patrick Sharp

Detroit Red Wings

Sergei Fedorov/Nicklas Lidstrom

Sergei Fedorov/Pavel Bure

Sergei Fedorov/Steve Yzerman

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall

Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid

Ryan Nugent-Hopkins/Ryan Strome

Florida Panthers

Aleksander Barkov/Jonathan Huberdeau

Los Angeles Kings

Jeff Carter/Mike Richards

Martin Jones/Jonathan Quick

Minnesota Wild

Jason Pominville/Thomas Vanek

Montreal Canadiens

Alex Galchenyuk/Brendan Gallagher

Carey Price/P. K. Subban

Nashville Predators

Pekka Rinne/Juuse Saros

Rich Clune/James Neal

Roman Josi/P. K. Subban

Roman Josi/Shea Weber

New Jersey Devils

Jesper Boqvist/Jesper Bratt

Jesper Boqvist/Jesper Bratt/Pavel Zacha

Jesper Bratt/Nico Hischier

Nathan Bastian/Michael McLeod

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes

New York Islanders

Anders Lee/Brock Nelson

Casey Cizikas/Matt Martin

Johnny Boychuk/Nick Leddy

Mathew Barzal/Anthony Beauvillier

Mathew Barzal/Jordan Eberle

New York Rangers

Brian Boyle/Ryan Callahan

Ottawa Senators

Thomas Chabot/Colin White

Philadelphia Flyers

Brian Elliott/Carter Hart

Carter Hart/Jakub Voracek

Carter Hart/Oskar Lindblom

Carter Hart/Philippe Myers

Carter Hart/Travis Konecny

Carter Hart/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Carter Hart

Claude Giroux/Ivan Provorov

Claude Giroux/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Travis Konecny

Claude Giroux/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Gritty (Hockey RPF)

Claude Giroux/Wayne Simmonds

Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Danny Briere/Sean Couturier

Danny Briere/Sean Couturier/Claude Giroux

Joel Farabee/Morgan Frost

Nicolas Aube-Kubel/Philippe Myers

Michael Raffl/Jakub Voracek

Nolan Patrick/Ivan Provorov

Nolan Patrick/Wayne Simmonds

Ryanne Breton/Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Ryanne Breton/Claude Giroux

Sean Couturier/Brayden Schenn

Sean Couturier/Claude Giroux

Shayne Gostisbehere/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Travis Konecny/Ivan Provorov

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick/Ivan Provorov

Travis Konecny/Oskar Lindblom

Travis Konecny/Wayne Simmonds

Wayne Simmonds/Jakub Voracek

Pittsburgh Penguins

Alex Galchenyuk/Evgeni Malkin

Brian Dumoulin/Conor Sheary

Brian Dumoulin/Kris Letang

Jamie Oleksiak/Conor Sheary

Marc-Andre Fleury/Kris Letang

Marc-Andre Fleury/Mario Lemieux

Marc-Andre Fleury/Matt Murray

Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury

Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury/Catherine Laflamme/Kris Letang

Sidney Crosby/Erik Gudbranson

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Sidney Crosby/Marc-Andre Fleury

Sidney Crosby/Kris Letang

Sidney Crosby/Mario Lemieux

Sidney Crosby/Phil Kessel

Sidney Crosby/Trevor Daley

Sidney Crosby/Tristan Jarry

Sidney Crosby/Tristan Jarry/Evgeni Malkin

San Jose Sharks

Patrick Marleau/Joe Thornton

Tomas Hertl/Joe Thornton

St. Louis Blues

Brayden Schenn/Vladimir Tarasenko

Tampa Bay Lightning

Alex Killorn/Andrej Sustr

Alex Killorn/Brayden Point

Anthony Cirelli/Mathieu Joseph

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Boris Katchouk/Taylor Raddysh

Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek

Connor Ingram/Carter Verhaeghe

Jonathan Drouin/Steven Stamkos

Steve Downie/Steven Stamkos

Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Victor Hedman/Steven Stamkos

Vincent Lecavalier/Brad Richards

Toronto Maple Leafs

Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews

Frederik Andersen/Connor Brown

Frederik Andersen/Alexander Kerfoot

Frederik Andersen/Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews

Frederik Andersen/Mitch Marner

Frederik Andersen/Tyson Barrie

Kyle Dubas/William Nylander

Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/William Nylander

Mitch Marner/Matt Martin

Steve Dangle/James Reimer

Tyson Barrie/Morgan Rielly

Zach Hyman/Mitch Marner

Zach Hyman/William Nylander

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson

Eddie Lack/Roberto Luongo

Vegas Golden Knights

Cody Glass/Max Pacioretty

Cody Glass/Nic Hague

Erik Haula/Nate Schmidt

Jonathan Marchessault/David Perron

Jonathan Marchessault/Mark Stone

Jonathan Marchessault/Ryan Reaves

Marc-Andre Fleury/Jonathan Marchessault

Marc-Andre Fleury/Malcolm Subban

Marc-Andre Fleury/Ryan Reaves

Max Pacioretty/Mark Stone

Pierre-Edouard Bellemare/Marc-Andre Fleury

William Karlsson/Jonathan Marchessault

Washington Capitals

Andre Burakovsky/Christian Djoos

Andre Burakovsky/Philipp Grubauer

André Burakovsky/Tom Wilson

Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin

Braden Holtby/T. J. Oshie

Braden Holtby/Tom Wilson

Evgeny Kuznetsov/Tom Wilson

Michael Latta/Tom Wilson

Michal Kempny/Jakub Vrana

Michal Kempny/John Carlson

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin

Nicklas Backstrom/Braden Holtby

Nicklas Backstrom/Mike Green

Nicklas Backstrom/T. J. Oshie/Alexander Ovechkin

T. J. Oshie/Tom Wilson

Vitek Vanecek/Jakub Vrana

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry/Brandon Tanev

Mark Scheifele/Blake Wheeler

Nikolaj Ehlers/Patrik Laine

Men's National Team - Canada

Anthony Beauvillier/Thomas Chabot/Pierre-Luc Dubois

Carter Hart/Braden Holtby

Carter Hart/Sam Steel

Claude Giroux/Kris Letang

Claude Giroux/Mitch Marner

Claude Giroux/Tyler Seguin

Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Connor McDavid/Nathan MacKinnon

Dante Fabbro/Tyson Jost

Jamie Benn/Sidney Crosby

Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Marc-Andre Fleury/Claude Giroux

Marc-Andre Fleury/Claude Giroux/Kris Letang

Mathew Barzal/Anthony Beauvillier/Thomas Chabot

Mathew Barzal/Dante Fabbro

Mathew Barzal/Mitch Marner

Mathew Barzal/Thomas Chabot

Michael McLeod/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome/John Tavares

Nathan MacKinnon/Tyler Seguin

Nicolas Hague/Owen Tippett

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Julien Gauthier

Ryanne Breton/Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

Sidney Crosby/Andy O'Brien

Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Sidney Crosby/Tyler Seguin

Tyson Barrie/Jamie Benn

Tyson Barrie/Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Men's National Team - Denmark

Frederik Andersen/Lars Eller

Men's National Team - Finland

Patrik Laine/Esa Lindell

Men's National Team - Russia

Ivan Provorov/Andrei Svechnikov

Sergei Fedorov/Pavel Bure/Anna Kournikova

Men's National Team - Sweden

Oskar Lindblom/William Nylander

Men's National Team - USA

Dylan Larkin/Zach Werenski

Jack Eichel/Noah Hanifin

Quinn Hughes/Brady Tkachuk

Women's Hockey

Amanda Kessel/Haley Skarupa

Erika Lawler/Harrison Browne

Hilary Knight/Haley Skarupa

Hilary Knight/Jillian Salunier

Hilary Knight/Marie-Philip Poulin

Taylor Crosby/Amanda Kessel

Men's Hockey/Women's Hockey crossover

Sidney Crosby/Taylor Crosby

Sidney Crosby/Amanda Kessel

Junior or College Teammates and Other Cross-Team Ships

Alex Galchenyuk/Nail Yakupov

Alexandre Fortin/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Anders Nilsson/Jussi Saros

Claude Giroux/Evgeni Malkin

Frederik Andersen/J. T. Compher

Gabriel Landeskog/Jeff Skinner

Gabriel Landeskog/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid

Jordie Benn/Dylan Strome

Juuse Saros/Anders Nilsson

Marc-Andre Fleury/Kris Letang/Jonathan Marchessault/David Perron

Mathieu Boucher/Jeremy Lauzon

Mathieu Boucher/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Ivan Provorov

Mitch Marner/Matthew Tkachuk

Nicklas Backstrom/Evgeni Malkin

Nicklas Backstrom/Sidney Crosby

Nicklas Backstrom/Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin/Alexander Ovechkin

Nico Hischier/Nolan Patrick

Nicolas Aubé-Kubel/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Sidney Crosby/Alexander Ovechkin

William Nylander/David Pastrnak

Other Celebrity Crossovers

KJ Apa/Brock Boeser

[ao3feed-bennguin]

rock, paper, scissors...shoot!

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by scheifsforlife

Mark Scheifele is just a guy, okay? He doesn't know how his life went from playing a harmless game of rock, paper, scissors with a guy he barely knew during warmies to eating dinner at Tyler Seguin's house, being death-glared into the next galaxy by Jamie Benn, and being ambushed in front of his own locker room by Tyson Barrie. Heck, even Patrick Kane had something to say about it! He doesn't know where anyone got the idea that he was suddenly "Seggy's Boy" from because before 2017, Mark couldn't even tell you his mom's name. And he talks about her. All. The. Time.

or

How Mark Scheifele's life gets turned on its head all because he wanted to have a little fun.

Words: 7280, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mark Scheifele, Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn, Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Connor McDavid, Dylan Strome, Mitch Marner, Blake Wheeler, Steven Stamkos, Ryan Strome, Ryan Murphy (mentioned), Sidney Crosby (mentioned), Evgeni Malkin (mentioned), Drew Doughty (mentioned), Brad Marchand (mentioned)

Relationships: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin, Minor Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews - Relationship

Additional Tags: Other Person POV, Pining, Not from the Main Character, Romance, 2016-2018 Timeline

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[cellythefloshie]

;; 500 The Road Wife Series Special Feature 300 Follower Appreciation

Table of Contents

Summary: Steven finally scores goal 500!.. and 501... and 502. And now it’s time to celebrate it properly.  Kinks & TW: sex work, lingerie, oral sex (female receiving, male receiving), unprotected sex, facial Notes: This blurb is written as an independent item and has no influence on the main plot of the Road Wife series.

-everyone knew it was coming

-each goal counted with great excitement

-495

-496

-497

-498

-499

-and it was there you were all left waiting for one of the greatest milestones in Steven Stamkos’ career

-goal 500

-you had all hoped he would get it in front of the home crowd

-but Steven was in a drought and it was time for another road trip

-January 18th, 2023, it was time for a rematch against Vancouver

-the game back in Amalie against them had been an unforeseen struggle that had ultimately ended in victory

-but they were proven to be an admirable opponent even with their recent struggles

-which left you on the edge of your seat in the suite the moment the puck dropped

-each time Stamkos had possession of the puck the tension grew

-glances exchanged by all those in your company as you anxiously waited

-and were constantly left wondering: would today be the day?

-then at 4:40 of the first period, with assists from Kucherov and Point, Stamkos scored his 500th career goal

-you had shot up from your seat, your cheers lost in the symphony of cheers that were thousands strong

-yes, he had scored on their Canucks

-but this milestone had been one the entire league had been waiting for

-and they got to be a part of it

-but Steven didn’t stop there

-and it did not surprise you 

-as he went on to score at 14:35 of the 1st period

-and then again at 18:25 into the empty net at the end of the third period

-by the time the clock had his 0:00 your phone was brought to life with notifications

-every preexisting appointment you had held for that night had been cancelled by Stamkos’ wife

-and it had been replaced with an evening devoted to the celebration of Stamko’s great accomplishment

-abandoning the suite you moved through Rogers Arena until you were in the locker room with your camera in hand

-you did have some work to do

-but the moment you were done and the room calmed to nothing more than half-dressed men celebrating with cold cans of Bud Light, Stamkos found you

-he hoisted you up effortlessly, holding you up in celebration as if you were a trophy

-you wound your legs around his middle, your skirt sliding dangerously high on your thigh

-Steven found it to be an invitation for his hands

-and they slipped up the fabric until he had two handfuls of your ass

-the boys celebrated there

-with laughs and smiles even as you were lowered back down to the ground and given a beer yourself

-but Stamkos didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time

-his eyes filled with hunger as you both knew that the hotel room was where the real celebration would happen

-back in your room you move to a special bag that was prepared for you by the captain’s wife

-you unpacked it slowly all while Stamkos watched and waited from where he was on the bed in nothing but a towel from his post-game shower

-you dressed in the special lingerie she had packed for you

-discarding the tags into the trash before you sprayed the perfume she had picked out for you into your pulse points

-then, you reached up behind your neck to remove the paper plane necklace

-it had a habit of getting tangled in your hair during your appointments

-but before you could take it off you could feel the warmth of Steven’s body against your back

-he’s leaning in, placing a sweet kiss on your neck as his fingers took hold of the dainty chain

-“leave it on”

-was his simple request as he tugged the necklace tight around your neck

-the pressure leaves you holding your breath as you turn in place and come face-to-face with the captain

-your lips part in an uneven breath

-one that is consumed by the Captain's intoxicating kiss as he backed you up into the hotel room dresser

-his hands are almost rough on your body as you were trapped between him and the dresser

-the wood firm and hard against the small of your back

-and his body was soft and warm as his hands as he stroked over the lingerie

-wrinkling it under his touch desperately

-then he’s lifting you up by your waist

-and placing you on the dresser

-his hand parts your knees with a shove

-and he finds his place between your legs

-fingers stroke over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh

-and he nearly growled when he realized that his wife had packed you lingerie that was crotchless

-with his thumbs, he spread your cunt slowly

-stroking from core to clit before circling it almost roughly

-and he did this over and over

-until you left his fingers slick with arousal

-then, he dropped to his knees

-pulling you to the very edge of the dresser so he could taste you on his tongue

-it was enough to leave you squirming

-his arms coming up to wrap around your thigh to keep you still as he dipped his tongue into your core

-he did not stop until your legs were quivering and you were left to lean back against the cold glass of the mirror on the wall 

-it was then you were left void of him

-and you thought that maybe, just maybe he was done with you

-as he left you on the very edge of your pleasure

-but you were wrong

-through eyes heavy with the threat of pleasure you watched as he found his place between your lefts and plunged inside you

-the feeling of his cock suddenly inside you left you moaning

-you head thrown back to rest against the mirror

-it only took a few steady plunges to bring you to the edge thanks to the work of his fingers and his tongue

-and you were left to moan out “captain” as you knit your fingers in his hair and came around his cock

-Stamkos fucked you through your climax

-your please coaxing him closer and closer to his own

-but you were sensitive

-weak after your own climax

-so he withdrew himself from you slowly and guided you off the dresser and onto your knees

-you took him into your mouth

-your hands bracing yourself on each of his strong thighs as you sucked him off

-desperate to make him cum

-and when he did cum he did cum into your mouth

-instead, he drew out of your mouth and let his hand do the rest of the work

-sending his release over your face, chest, and lingerie

-the two of you were left panting, smiling as you calmed and moved through the room individually to get cleaned up

-and when you both were finished, you met Stamkos back in the bed

-you crawled up the length of it slowly

-your body coming to hover over him

-it was when you reached his chest you smiled and spoke

-“congratulations captain on goal 500”

-you kissed his chest

-“goal 501”

-you kissed him again

-“and goal 502”

-then, you kissed his chest a third time before settling in beside him for a well-earned good night's sleep

[midar1]

for the hockey asks: hurricanes, hawks, redwings.

hurricanes: favorite hockey siblings?

oh gee hmm. saku and mikko koivu probably i don’t think there’s anyone else who i care that much about

blackhawks: favorite hockey bromance?

idk if this is about rpf because i’m really not that into it anymore but i mean.... roman and shea’s narrative will always make me cry same with pekka & juuse and nicke & ovi

red wings: favorite player that is not on your team?

OH MAN maybe valtteri filppula and/or steven stamkos.... and also harri tikkanen but he plays in the khl lmao

[ao3feed-hockey]

An Abundance of Snow

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by Anonymous

Winter is Steven’s favorite time of year. The crisp, dry air and the promise of snow always around the corner. The mountain just north of his small town is always topped with the stuff, its peak sometimes hidden above the clouds. He loves to hike the paths on that mountain, dashing through whatever snow hasn’t melted off, feeling the chill on his fur and nose and the tips of his ears.

Winter is Victor’s favorite time of year. The solitude of it, the echoing quiet after a heavy snow, the warmth of a crackling fire, of sitting by the hearth and reading a good book. He finds peace in it. It’s why he built his cabin so many years ago and made the mountain his home.

Words: 6536, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steven Stamkos, Victor Hedman, Erik Karlsson

Relationships: Victor Hedman/Steven Stamkos

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, Blizzards & Snowstorms, Idiots in Love, POV Alternating

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[cellythefloshie]

;; 12 Days of Kinkmas 2022   Day 8 - The Road Wife Holiday Special - The Holiday Party

Summary: You and the team celebrate the Holiday season with their annual holiday party that focuses on family fun! You struggle under the presence of the wives and families, but you can always count on some of the guys to assure you’re having a good time even when the times are tough.  Featured Players: Steven Stamkos, Zach Bogosian, Anthony Cirelli, Alex Killorn Kinks & Triggers: implied breeding kink, lingering touches, adultery, sex work, fingering, getting caught in the act. Word Count: 5191

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess @mitchymainer @equallyshaw @starshine-hockey-girl  @beccaiscold @samanthasgone​

The room was loud, louder than you could have anticipated even after well over a year of working for the Tampa Bay Lightning organization. You had been in the arena after outstanding goals, and hard-fought victories that sent the fans wild, and somehow even the arena seemed to pale in comparison to the holiday party hosted by the organization for the team, its staff, and their families. It was not long after the noon hour, and Santa had already made an appearance, leaving behind presents they had brought for them, presents that had left children squealing with joy. A joy that was so loud that it left your ears ringing as you knelt down beside one of the many tables set up with children’s activities. With no kids, or family, of your own to bring to the party, you have volunteered your time to help it move a little more smoothly for those who did. For now, that meant cleaning up the tables that were decorated with paper stripped from broken crayons and writing the names of children on the back of forgotten pieces of art so you could give them to their parents later. 

It wasn’t too demanding of a job for you, the children bringing a smile to your face - even if it felt a bit odd to be working with the families of the guys you served as their road wife for so closely. It made your stomach uneasy as it felt like two separate worlds were colliding - and your head was left spinning when you looked up from the scribbled-on table to come face to face with Stamkos and his wife who was carrying their second-born son in her arms - and their first born trailed close behind them his wide blue eyes looking around the room as he insisted that they go see the zamboni. 

His wife opened up one arm as she greeted you with your name spoken so sweetly from her lips. Your stomach did a somersault in your gut. You shouldn’t be so nervous to be around her - she was one of the ones that hired you after all, and she had always been kind to you, but that somehow made her all the more intimidating to you. You welcomed her single-armed hug with a smile, hugging her in return - careful not to disrupt the sleeping baby in her arm. When you pulled back, Stamkos was stepping forward, both his arms open and welcoming you. You almost hesitated, feeling as if it would be the right thing to do to reject his embrace but you were falling into it so quickly.

It was such a normal thing to be touched by him. To feel the warmth of the touch of his hands against your back, and the strength of his arms as he held you. Your arms wrapped around him in return carefully, your fingers a ghost of a touch on his back as he held you. You wanted to make it brief, to pull back with a laugh and a smile towards his wife that you knew he loved and respected more than anyone, but his hold lingered and his words hot against your ear ask he muttered out to you; “you’ve been doing great with the kids.”

To anyone else, it would have sounded like a simple compliment, but to your ears, his words were almost goddamn sinful. You could practically feel the gruffness of his tone in your bones. The implication behind his words was much stronger than their face value. No. Stamkos wasn’t telling you that you were good with the kids. He was telling you oh so subtly with the tone of his voice just how fun it would be to breed you. 

Pulling back, you brought a hand up to push your hair back from your face, hoping that it enough would be enough to hide the blush that threatened to creep up on your cheeks. “Thank you,” was all you could manage at first, your tongue almost feeling swollen in your mouth as your body struggled to combat the thoughts that came with the captain’s implications. 

“-I mean, the kids make it so easy. They’re all so well-behaved.” You stressed your last word, an extra emphasis on the syllables be·have, as you looked up at Stamkos and hoped that he could take the hint. “Were you guys coming back for hiss drawing?” you asked, taking a step back to the table as you pointed towards the stacks of paper you had collected. You had enough to fill up a small museum. 

“No, no,” his wife shook her head slowly, her curls slipping to fall down the length of her back, “we have more than enough of those at home. We actually wanted to give you something,” she smiled at you her hand waving towards her purse that hung off her shoulder - digging through it would be too much of an effort and risk waking the sleeping child in her arms - “Steven, honey, in my purse-”

Stamkos smiled, his large hand slipping into the purse that was more of a diaper bag with ease. He rummaged through it carefully, drawing out a small box wrapped in a ribbon. There was only one thing that came in a box that was that small, jewelry, and you were less than eager to accept it. 

“You guys didn’t have to do that,” you held up both hands in front of you in a silent protest, “I shouldn’t really. I can’t accept-”

She shook her eat, her smile growing as she continued to insist, “as a thank you for all that you do for us and the team.”

Your lips fell apart with a sigh, a single hand reaching out to take the small box with hesitancy - you could always try to get him to take back the gift on the next road trip. You forced a smile, trying to hide the guilt and shame if felt to be taking a gift from the man his wife paid you to sleep with on a regular basis. It was light in your hand, and that eased your guilt, but only a little. 

Careful fingers pulled the ribbon free, letting it fall to the ground before you lifted the top of the box free. You almost swore at the sight of what was inside as you looked up at Stamkos, your tongue ready to protest again but his gaze rendered you silent. His blue eyes were firmly locked on you, almost icy cold, silently telling you: don’t you dare try to refuse again, or you’re going to pay for it later. 

“It’s beautiful,” you managed, your fingertips reaching into the shallow box and stroking over the necklace that rested neatly inside. It wasn’t just a simple chain, no, its charm was a single paper airplane that would hang down over your heart. You loved it and hated it all at once, knowing all too well what it symbolized what you were to them. 

“Thank you-” you spoke as you tried to close up the lid but his wife was quick to cut in. 

“You’ve got to put it on,” she smiled, “Steven, help her.”

“No really it’s fine,” you assured, but he was already taking the box from your hands and taking the necklace from the box. His thick fingers struggled with the fastener for a moment before he waved his hand to have you spin around. You took two careful steps so that you stood with your back to Stamkos and stood there with your breath held. Your hands reached up, holding your hair out of the way as Stamkos reached around you, the touch of his fingertips blazing hot against your skin as it dragged over the exposed skin of your chest and collarbone as he fixed the necklace just right. That same feather-light touch grazed around the angles of your neck and to your back where he fastened the necklace and let it hang down, the charm resting at the peak of your cleavage. 

“Thank you,” you muttered again, your hand raising to rest over the charm as you looked to his wife who wore a wide grin. 

“It’s perfect,” she enthused, her own hand reaching out to touch the chain, the metal complimenting your skin perfectly, “I know it’s not much but when I saw it I knew we had to get it for you.”

You looked up at her through thick lashes, a little surprised that she had been the one to pick it out - the last time you checked, your husband’s slut wasn’t often on the list of people who you bought gifts for during the holidays. 

“Thank you really, you two didn’t have to get me anything,” you assured them both one more time, and his wife reached out to one of yours with her free hand. 

She gave it a gentle squeeze, her eyes meeting yours with a knowing gaze. “The work you do here is very important to us,” and the way she said your name next left your stomach in knots. Did she not know of all the chaos the existence of your role had caused or did she simply know and not care? “And we wanted to make sure you felt that appreciation.”

Oh, you felt it,  you thought to yourself as you sighed to yourself, in more ways than one. 

The two of you exchanged smiles one last time before Stamkos knelt down to hoist his eldest son up into his arms. He rested him on his hip, the child offering you a shy wave as she didn’t quite know who you were beyond Daddy’s work friend, or in his mind:  The nice lady with the crayons. You offered him a soft smile in return before you let your gaze fall back to the table where his scribbles still waited to be cleaned. You reached for a wet rag, the glistening of your new necklace catching your eye as you overheard the Stamkos family’s next destination: the zamboni. 

The zamboni moved along the ice, polishing it with its gentle glide and leaving the surface smooth - almost glass-like - and beckoning to the skates that threatened to cut it. The rink was overcome by the clamour of children and their skates once the zamboni was clear from the surface. Players and their children took to the ice’s surface for their holiday skate. A smile split over your face at the sight. The young children stepped onto the ice and stumbled before they could find their balance. Some sought out the hand of their mother or father, others had the help of skate training aids and others were so small they were carried in the arms of their parents or older siblings. It was a precious sight, one that you felt like you were intruding on as you sat on the bench, your skates tied up tight and ready. The office staff had already taken to the ice during the morning, leaving the rink for the players in the afternoon. You regretted not skating sooner - this was a time for the families, not you. 

The tight feeling in your stomach had you reaching down to loosen your laces, but you were stopped by a hand so large it made your own hand look almost childlike. You look up through your hair that’s fallen down into your face and up to the familiar one that smiles down at you. It was defenceman Zach Bogosian smiling down at you, his long hair pulled up into a bun and his beard trimmed and tamed for the occasion. You didn’t know him well, or at least not as well as the others on the team, but he knew your role well. He had been part of the team that started the Road Wife program and had experienced the first wife and the Bolts first successful cup win before moving to Toronto in the off-season. He spent the entirety of the shortened season there while you took on the mantle of road wife with Tampa Bay, only to come back this season as the Bolts were determined to chase the possibility of a  third consecutive cup. While he had been back no more than four months, he always made you feel comfortable around him - even now as you were ready to head back to the activities in the main hall. 

“Don’t tell me you’re done before we could even get started,” he smiled, his voice instantly easing the uneasiness in your stomach. 

“I um-” you stuttered slowly, the laces of your skate slipping through your fingers like ribbon, “I was going to wait until the families wrapped up…” Yes, that answer should suffice. 

Zach looked out over the ice, watching as his son moved around the rink with short strides effortlessly, and the small clusters of families that skated with him as mere obstacles to the boy, “I think there’s room for one more,” he assured, his hand leaving your for a moment to tighten the lace on the skate you were keen to take off moments ago. Zach even reached over to the second skate, letting his hand move over the laces with a smirk, “this isn’t your first time, huh?”

“They didn’t just hire me because I’ve got a pretty face,” you countered, your words unintentionally flirty as he reached out to take your hand.  He held your hand carefully, casually, as he helped your out onto the ice and he didn’t let go even as you both were taking your first, effortless, strides. You were not an expert skater, but you weren’t new to it either and could keep up with the older kids at the very least. Together, you and Zach, fell into the flow of the rink, skating casually in a circle and following the pace set by those in front of you. You both made no effort to pass them, not even as Zach’s son came buzzing by. 

“They did pick a good one,” Zach smirked and you know he wasn’t referring to the position you officially held with the social media team - which had ultimately become more of a cover than a job these days. “I will say, I was a little disappointed to hear that she left, but you, you have yet to disappoint me.”

The words catch you off guard, your skate blade catching a rut and it nearly sent you tumbling, but Zach was quick to wrap a strong arm around you. “Easy there,” he hummed in your ear. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating through your own clothes and the strength of his touch around your waist. You looked up at him, lips slightly parted as you let out a heavy breath. It was there, as he held you upright on your skates and close to his frame that he muttered in your ear, “I know we don’t know each other well, but I very much look forward to getting to know you as well as the last wife.”

Drawing back you spun around, pulling yourself from his touch as you began to skate backwards. You weren’t the greatest at it, but it impressed him all the same. The distance gave you a moment to compose yourself though, you could practically feel his hot words against your cheek still. You glanced back over your shoulder for a moment, making sure you weren’t going to run into anyone, but also gauging just how close you were to everyone else before you spoke your careful words, “I look forward to working with you, Zach.”

He grinned wide at your professionalism, holding back a laugh as you spun around and fell back into stride with him. The both of you slowed when you heard a shrill “Daddy!” shriek came from behind you, it was his daughter who was quick on her skates, only stopping when she had collided and grasped her small arms around his leg. Zach hoisted her up with ease, welcoming his wife and his youngest in her arms. 

“You’ve met my wife?” Zach asked you, his grin even wider now that he was surrounded by family. 

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” you managed a smile, trying to push the conversation you had just had with Zach to the back of your mind, “It’s great to finally put a face to the name.” You assured his wife, who looked you over intently - her eyes lingering on your new necklace. She knew exactly who you were, and you had never felt more judged by another person. Her eyes moved over you from face to skate and back up again, almost as intrusively as a man’s stare when they were undressing you with their eyes. It left your skin crawling and heart hammering until a smile blossomed over her lips as if to silently say: Yes, she is pretty enough to sleep with my husband. 

Her smile shouldn’t have brought you as much relief as it did, but it felt like it had lifted a weight off your shoulders as she made her own sweet introduction before reaching into her pocket for her cell phone. “Do you think you can take a photo of all of us together?”

“Of course!” You assure skating forward to take it from her carefully as Zach shouted a loud “Hey buddy!” so his son who had more energy than you could comprehend. How the boy had not tired yet was beyond you. Their son skated over with a smile, and little shyness towards you as he came in to pose for the photo - and once the picture was taken, and one more just for good measure, he was off like a rocket again. You’re letting out a chuckle as you hand the phone back off to Zach’s wife, your eyes focusing on the time at the last moment. 

“Dammit,” you muttered to yourself, taking a quick stride towards the bench. 

“You’re not going to skate with us?” his wife called sweetly and you let out a half sigh. 

“Was supposed to be helping with the photo booth,” you smiled, your thumb pointing back towards the main hall, “you guys will have to pop by, I’ve heard they have some great props this year-”

And you weren’t wrong. The photo booth props were even better than the ones they had during the Halloween party earlier that year. They had a full table dedicated to holding them. Everything was available, from cheesy slogans, to present boxes and holiday hats, and no one was left unsatisfied - not even the children who got to walk away with a minty or chocolaty treat of their choosing. The booth was busy at first, with families cycling through with joyous laughter, but as dinner was rapidly approaching and the kids became calm and tired, you were left with not much else to do but to keep the props organized and wait for the stragglers to make your way through - but there is only so much organization you can do, and you soon find yourself people watching. Your gaze is lost on your coworkers, the players and their families as they enjoyed the festivities for the holiday season. Your head was leaning up against the wall, your arms crossed casually over your chest as you were lost in your content gaze. So lost that you didn’t hear someone speak out to you playfully as they approached; “so this is where you’ve been hiding.” 

It was only the figure's careful touch as it grazed against the exposed flesh of your arm that pulled you from your daydreams. You almost lurched away, taken by surprise by the unexpected touch, but the wall kept you in place. “Jesus,” you breathed out, your arms uncrossing so you could  bring a single hand up to the rest of your heart, “Tony, you startled me!”

Your bright eyes quickly found Tony, who was standing beside you bashfully. “Sorry,” you nudged your foot playfully with the toe of his shoe, “you’re working pretty hard over here, huh?”

“Oh, you shut it,” you laughed, finding your calm as you reached a hand out to push against his chest playfully. Your touch that wrinkled the fabric of his plain white t-shirt was the simple spark that would ignite the trouble the two of you always got into when you were together. Tony stumbled back, just enough to keep you laughing before he was recoiling back into place - maybe even a little closer to you now. 

You turned slowly, so that your back was leaning against the wall instead of your shoulder, your head leaning back against the wall to look up at Tony as he gazed back down at you. You mirrored his smile, your hands hanging down at your sides casually so that your palms could press back against the cold wall that propped you up. You let the chill ground you before you could let yourself get too caught up in Tony. You couldn’t afford to, not while you were technically working, albeit not that hard, and not while so many of the wives, girlfriends, and children were present. Yet, Tony always found a way.

You hadn’t seen the prop in his hand at first, Tony kept it down low at his side before he brought it up between you both playfully. Leaning in, you raised a brow as you took a good look at the prop. It was a cutout that was glued to the end of the narrow handle. The mistletoe prop. His smile only seemed to grow as he wiggled the prop between you, raising it up a little higher so that it hung down over your head. Your eyes left his face, your smile wavering as you looked out through the busy room. Your stomach knotted and your palms grew sweaty against the wall. If the wrong person saw you kiss him, you could get into all kinds of trouble. 

“Tony,” you spoke his name slowly, your eyes shifting back to his face that continued to wear that sweet smile of his, “there are so many people…”

As if he had been thinking a step ahead, Tony reached down for your hand, taking hold of it carefully as he nodded back towards the entry to the hall. “Com’on, I got an idea.”

Your steps stuttered behind him, your glance cast back at the photo booth as if to silently apologize to the people that may or may not come in your absence. While you did feel guilty for being stolen away from your post, there was no fighting the smile that crept up onto your features as you towed behind Tony who guided you away from the noise of the holiday party. It faded behind you as Tony lead you off into parts of the arena no one had wandered into since their arrival earlier that afternoon. The corridors were quiet, not a single footstep heard outside your own heels as you snuck off into the coat room. 

Before you were over the threshold, Tony was spinning on the heels of his feet, his hands seeking out the curves of your waist expertly - he knew your body better than anyone. He held you in his arms, drawing you in close as he leaned in to close the gap between you. His lips came down on yours playfully, placing peppered kisses along your mouth and jaw. The warmth of his kisses coaxed a laugh up your throat, his name a quiet squeal on your lips as your arms reached up so your hands could link behind his neck. Fingers toyed with his dark, wispy, curls at the nape of his neck as you pushed up onto your toes and pressed and firm kiss to his lips in return. While you loved how playful Tony could be, after your long day you just want to feel him. To feel his lips against your own, to taste his tongue in your mouth and to feel his arms envelop you in their warmth. Tony didn’t deprive you of what you desired, his hands resting on your waist - but it wasn’t enough to just hold you. Soon his hands were sliding over the expanse of your back until he held you firm to his chest. The strength of his body pressed to your own was overwhelming, sending a shiver through your body and a soft moan that was lost on his lips. Tony breathed in your moan and your kiss, his fingers digging into your back as if it would offer an ounce of restraint but neither of you could find your resolve. 

The two of you were left stumbling back, his mouth and body so consumed by yours he wouldn’t dare pull back. Your tongue stroked along the length of his slowly, your body humming with contentment at his familiar taste. You stumbled back until you felt the sharp edge of a surface against your back, your lips drawing back just enough from Tony to let out a low whimper. 

“Sorry,” his word was a rushed whisper that washed over your face with the heat of his breath, “I’ll make it feel better.”

His promise made you melt as his hands dragged down the curve of your back, hoisting you up into the surface that he had backed you up into. You welcomed its support, your legs spreading so that Tony could find his place between them. Your name became a whisper against your own lips, and all your caution was thrown to the wind as his hands found the button of your trousers. Thick fingers worked the button loose but Tony made no effort to draw them down your legs. Instead, his large hand slid down inside the loosened fabric. It was a tight fit, his hand so warm and large as it slid down the lower plain of your stomach and dipped into the thin fabric of your panties with no hesitation. 

Tony knew exactly what you liked. 

You cursed under your breath as two of his thick fingers found your clit with such ease. You had no shame in saying that he knew your body better than anyone. Your hands left his shoulders, reaching out for anything to brace yourself against and finding the edge of the counter, as he circled your clit. His kiss alone had been enough to flood your panties, but his touch made you weak in all the best ways. Hips bucked shamelessly into Tony’s touch as he circled your clit effortlessly with just enough force to leave your skin ablaze. His simple, yet pensive, strokes left reeling on the countertop, your teeth coming down on your lower lip as Tony dipped his fingers deeper. He found your eager cunt and your tilted your hips just enough to let them slide into you with ease. You grasped out in pleasure but you were quick to strangle the sound deep in your own throat. You couldn’t risk letting yourself grow too loud. Instead, your lips parted just enough to let out a heavy breath as your core welcomed the steady pump of Tony’s fingers. You wiggled on the countertop, your hips meeting his every thrust. You could feel your own wetness, trapped between your cunt and your panties - it was surely dripping down Tony’s fingers and hand as he fucked you with them - and the thought only drove your need for him further.  Groaning, your hands left the countertop and moved to Tony’s belt buckle in one swift movement. 

“Tony, take your-” your words were rushed, but broken as soft, feminine laughter infiltrated the air. Then, you heard the footsteps, a pair or more moving in your direction. 

Tony cursed as he drew his fingers from your cunt. They were dripping with your glistening arousal and he was quick to slide them into his mouth - licking them clean as effortlessly as sucking on a candy cane as he turned in place, coming face to face with those who had found their way into your impromptu hiding space. Your hands were quick to fasten the button of your pants before you slid down the counter and peered around Tony’s shoulder - but it was already too late. 

Killorn and his girlfriend had already seen enough, they knew exactly what kind of trouble the two of you were getting into and it brought him to chuckle out; “What is that, two for two?”

Your cheeks were blazing hot as you hid your face in the strength of Tony’s shoulder. While you were overcome with embarrassment, Tony was laughing. His fingers popped from his mouth like a lollipop, and he shook his head slowly - his dark curls falling down into his eyes as he looked to Killer, “that you know of.” His words painted a smile across your own lips. The two of you did have a horrible habit of finding the most inopportune moments to want each other. Worst of all, it seemed like you had developed a habit of getting caught - at least it wasn’t Cooper this time. 

“I think this spot is already taken...” Killorn hummed to his girlfriend, just loud enough for the two of you to hear. It was his way of assuring you both that he would not speak a word of what he just walked into, as long as you and Tony didn’t go ruining his fun wherever he found the place to do it. 

Humbled, and with your cheeks red with blush you looked up at Tony with a smile, “I guess we should be getting back to the party…”

“Yeah, before anyone else comes looking around for a place to sneak away,” Tony sighed, bringing his hand up to stroke over your cheek slowly, “You still coming over tonight?”

You nodded slowly, pressing up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth slowly, “I’ll come by when we’re all wrapped up here. I can grab snacks on the way over, you pick out the movie?”

“I’ll pick one out, but I can’t promise we will watch any of it,” Tony laughed and it earned a playful shove from you as you moved towards the door and back towards the noise. 

“Behave, Tony,” you cautioned him and it only coaxed one more kiss from him as you stood in the foyer. 

“I will,” he promised, “and you, don’t work too hard.” 

“I won’t,” you promised in return, moving back towards the party that had begun to wind down now. You helped anywhere you could as the families began to leave. Cleaning up some of the messes left behind, and offering sweet smiles and “happy holidays” from time to time as you finally felt at ease in a room of not only your peers but a team. A team with that you shared a unique and strong relationship. A relationship that no one may ever understand and it only had you cherishing it more during the holiday season as you had spent so many of them alone - but this year, the Bolts, made you feel loved.

[ao3feed-hockey]

rock, paper, scissors...shoot!

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by scheifsforlife

Mark Scheifele is just a guy, okay? He doesn't know how his life went from playing a harmless game of rock, paper, scissors with a guy he barely knew during warmies to eating dinner at Tyler Seguin's house, being death-glared into the next galaxy by Jamie Benn, and being ambushed in front of his own locker room by Tyson Barrie. Heck, even Patrick Kane had something to say about it! He doesn't know where anyone got the idea that he was suddenly "Seggy's Boy" from because before 2017, Mark couldn't even tell you his mom's name. And he talks about her. All. The. Time.

or

How Mark Scheifele's life gets turned on its head all because he wanted to have a little fun.

Words: 7280, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mark Scheifele, Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn, Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Connor McDavid, Dylan Strome, Mitch Marner, Blake Wheeler, Steven Stamkos, Ryan Strome, Ryan Murphy (mentioned), Sidney Crosby (mentioned), Evgeni Malkin (mentioned), Drew Doughty (mentioned), Brad Marchand (mentioned)

Relationships: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin, Minor Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews - Relationship

Additional Tags: Other Person POV, Pining, Not from the Main Character, Romance, 2016-2018 Timeline

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[hockeyholidays2024]

Nominations list

This is current as of 10:30 AM Eastern time, Saturday October 26, 2019.

Nominations CLOSE at midnight Eastern tonight!

Of note: there are no ships nominated as of yet for the Arizona Coyotes, Minnesota Wild, New York Rangers, San Jose Sharks, or St. Lous Blues

Anaheim Ducks

Maxime Comtois/Antoine Morand

Arizona Coyotes

(none yet)

Boston Bruins

Adam Morrison/Tuukka Rask

Anders Bjork/Matt Grzelcyk

Boston Bruins/Charlie McAvoy

Brad Marchand/Tyler Seguin

Brandon Carlo/Charlie McAvoy

Brandon Carlo/Connor Clifton

Charlie Coyle/Chris Wagner

Danton Heinen/Sean Kuraly

David Pastrnak/Charlie McAvoy

David Pastrnak/Tuukka Rask

Jake DeBrusk/Charlie McAvoy

Jake DeBrusk/Sean Kuraly

Matt Grzelcyk/Charlie McAvoy

Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand

Torey Krug/Brad Marchand

Zdeno Chara/Boston Bruins

Zdeno Chara/Brad Marchand

Zdeno Chara/Charlie McAvoy

Zdeno Chara/David Pastrnak

Zdeno Chara/Tuukka Rask

Zdeno Chara/Tyler Seguin

Buffalo Sabres

Jack Eichel/Jeff Skinner

Jack Eichel/Sam Reinhart

Jake McCabe/Rasmus Ristolainen

Rasmus Dahlin/Casey Mittelstadt

Calgary Flames

Elias Lindholm/Noah Hanifin

Johnny Gaudreau/Sean Monahan

Carolina Hurricanes

Alexander Semin/Eric Staal

Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal

Julien Gauthier/Nicolas Roy

Sebastian Aho/Teuvo Teravainen

Chicago Blackhawks

Alex DeBrincat/Dylan Strome

Colorado Avalanche

Andre Burakovsky/Nathan MacKinnon

Andre Burakovsky/Tyson Jost

Cale Makar/Conor Timmins

Erik Johnson/Gabriel Landeskog

Erik Johnson/Nathan MacKinnon

Erik Johnson/Nikita Zadorov

Gabriel Landeskog/Andre Burakovsky

Gabriel Landeskog/Mikko Rantanen

J. T. Compher/Alexander Kerfoot

J. T. Compher/Alexander Kerfoot/Cale Makar

J. T. Compher/Cale Makar

J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost

J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost/Alexander Kerfoot

Ryan Graves/Cale Makar

Samuel Girard/Cale Makar

Samuel Girard/Erik Johnson

Samuel Girard/Erik Johnson/Cale Makar

Tyson Barrie/Colin Wilson

Tyson Barrie/Erik Johnson

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog

Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog/Nathan MacKinnon

Tyson Barrie/Nathan MacKinnon

Tyson Barrie/Tyson Jost

Columbus Blue Jackets

Boone Jenner/Ryan Murray

Cam Atkinson/Brandon Dubinsky

Josh Anderson/Zach Werenski

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Alexander Wennberg

Sergei Bobrovsky/Nick Foligno

William Karlsson/Alexander Wennberg

Dallas Stars

Anton Khudobin/Alexander Radulov

Ben Bishop/Dallas Stars Ensemble

Denis Gurianov/Roope Hintz

Jamie Benn/Roope Hintz

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin/Roope Hintz

Joe Pavelski/Tyler Seguin

John Klingberg/Esa Lindell

Jordie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Miro Heiskanen/Esa Lindell

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz/Esa Lindell

Miro Heiskanen/Tyler Seguin

Nick Caamano/Roope Hintz

Roope Hintz/Mattias Janmark

Roope Hintz/Mattias Janmark/Joe Pavelski

Tyler Seguin/Patrick Sharp

Detroit Red Wings

Sergei Fedorov/Nicklas Lidstrom

Sergei Fedorov/Pavel Bure

Sergei Fedorov/Steve Yzerman

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall

Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid

Ryan Nugent-Hopkins/Ryan Strome

Florida Panthers

Aleksander Barkov/Jonathan Huberdeau

Los Angeles Kings

Jeff Carter/Mike Richards

Martin Jones/Jonathan Quick

Minnesota Wild

(none yet)

Montreal Canadiens

Alex Galchenyuk/Brendan Gallagher

Carey Price/P. K. Subban

Nashville Predators

Pekka Rinne/Juuse Saros

Rich Clune/James Neal

Roman Josi/P. K. Subban

Roman Josi/Shea Weber

New Jersey Devils

Jesper Boqvist/Jesper Bratt

Jesper Boqvist/Jesper Bratt/Pavel Zacha

Jesper Bratt/Nico Hischier

Nathan Bastian/Michael McLeod

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes

New York Islanders

Mathew Barzal/Anthony Beauvillier

Mathew Barzal/Jordan Eberle

New York Rangers

(none yet)

Ottawa Senators

Thomas Chabot/Colin White

Philadelphia Flyers

Brian Elliott/Carter Hart

Carter Hart/Jakub Voracek

Carter Hart/Oskar Lindblom

Carter Hart/Philippe Myers

Carter Hart/Travis Konecny

Carter Hart/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Carter Hart

Claude Giroux/Ivan Provorov

Claude Giroux/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Travis Konecny

Claude Giroux/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Gritty (Hockey RPF)

Claude Giroux/Wayne Simmonds

Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Danny Briere/Sean Couturier

Danny Briere/Sean Couturier/Claude Giroux

Joel Farabee/Morgan Frost

Nicolas Aube-Kubel/Philippe Myers

Michael Raffl/Jakub Voracek

Nolan Patrick/Ivan Provorov

Nolan Patrick/Wayne Simmonds

Ryanne Breton/Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Ryanne Breton/Claude Giroux

Sean Couturier/Brayden Schenn

Sean Couturier/Claude Giroux

Shayne Gostisbehere/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Travis Konecny/Ivan Provorov

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick/Ivan Provorov

Travis Konecny/Oskar Lindblom

Travis Konecny/Wayne Simmonds

Wayne Simmonds/Jakub Voracek

Pittsburgh Penguins

Alex Galchenyuk/Evgeni Malkin

Brian Dumoulin/Conor Sheary

Brian Dumoulin/Kris Letang

Jamie Oleksiak/Conor Sheary

Marc-Andre Fleury/Kris Letang

Marc-Andre Fleury/Mario Lemieux

Marc-Andre Fleury/Matt Murray

Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury

Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury/Catherine Laflamme/Kris Letang

Sidney Crosby/Erik Gudbranson

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Sidney Crosby/Marc-Andre Fleury

Sidney Crosby/Kris Letang

Sidney Crosby/Mario Lemieux

Sidney Crosby/Phil Kessel

Sidney Crosby/Trevor Daley

Sidney Crosby/Tristan Jarry

Sidney Crosby/Tristan Jarry/Evgeni Malkin

San Jose Sharks

(none yet)

St. Louis Blues

(none yet)

Tampa Bay Lightning

Anthony Cirelli/Mathieu Joseph

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Victor Hedman/Steven Stamkos

Vincent Lecavalier/Brad Richards

Toronto Maple Leafs

Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews

Frederik Andersen/Connor Brown

Frederik Andersen/Alexander Kerfoot

Frederik Andersen/Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews

Frederik Andersen/Mitch Marner

Frederik Andersen/Tyson Barrie

Kyle Dubas/William Nylander

Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/William Nylander

Mitch Marner/Matt Martin

Steve Dangle/James Reimer

Tyson Barrie/Morgan Rielly

Zach Hyman/Mitch Marner

Zach Hyman/William Nylander

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson

Eddie Lack/Roberto Luongo

Vegas Golden Knights

Cody Glass/Max Pacioretty

Cody Glass/Nic Hague

Erik Haula/Nate Schmidt

Jonathan Marchessault/David Perron

Jonathan Marchessault/Mark Stone

Jonathan Marchessault/Ryan Reaves

Marc-Andre Fleury/Jonathan Marchessault

Marc-Andre Fleury/Malcolm Subban

Marc-Andre Fleury/Ryan Reaves

Max Pacioretty/Mark Stone

Pierre-Edouard Bellemare/Marc-Andre Fleury

William Karlsson/Jonathan Marchessault

Washington Capitals

Andre Burakovsky/Christian Djoos

Andre Burakovsky/Philipp Grubauer

André Burakovsky/Tom Wilson

Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin

Braden Holtby/T. J. Oshie

Braden Holtby/Tom Wilson

Evgeny Kuznetsov/Tom Wilson

Michael Latta/Tom Wilson

Michal Kempny/Jakub Vrana

Michal Kempny/John Carlson

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin

Nicklas Backstrom/Braden Holtby

Nicklas Backstrom/Mike Green

Nicklas Backstrom/T. J. Oshie/Alexander Ovechkin

T. J. Oshie/Tom Wilson

Vitek Vanecek/Jakub Vrana

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry/Brandon Tanev

Mark Scheifele/Blake Wheeler

Nikolaj Ehlers/Patrik Laine

Men's National Team - Canada

Anthony Beauvillier/Thomas Chabot/Pierre-Luc Dubois

Carter Hart/Braden Holtby

Carter Hart/Sam Steel

Claude Giroux/Kris Letang

Claude Giroux/Mitch Marner

Claude Giroux/Tyler Seguin

Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Connor McDavid/Nathan MacKinnon

Dante Fabbro/Tyson Jost

Jamie Benn/Sidney Crosby

Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Marc-Andre Fleury/Claude Giroux

Marc-Andre Fleury/Claude Giroux/Kris Letang

Mathew Barzal/Dante Fabbro

Mathew Barzal/Thomas Chabot

Michael McLeod/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome/John Tavares

Nathan MacKinnon/Tyler Seguin

Nicolas Hague/Owen Tippett

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Julien Gauthier

Ryanne Breton/Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

Sidney Crosby/Andy O'Brien

Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Sidney Crosby/Tyler Seguin

Tyson Barrie/Jamie Benn

Tyson Barrie/Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Men's National Team - Denmark

Frederik Andersen/Lars Eller

Men's National Team - Finland

Patrik Laine/Esa Lindell

Men's National Team - Russia

Ivan Provorov/Andrei Svechnikov

Sergei Fedorov/Pavel Bure/Anna Kournikova

Men's National Team - Sweden

Oskar Lindblom/William Nylander

Men's National Team - USA

Dylan Larkin/Zach Werenski

Jack Eichel/Noah Hanifin

Quinn Hughes/Brady Tkachuk

Women's Hockey

Amanda Kessel/Haley Skarupa

Erika Lawler/Harrison Browne

Hilary Knight/Haley Skarupa

Hilary Knight/Jillian Salunier

Hilary Knight/Marie-Philip Poulin

Men's Hockey/Women's Hockey crossover

Sidney Crosby/Taylor Crosby

Junior or College Teammates and Other Cross-Team Ships

Alex Galchenyuk/Nail Yakupov

Alexandre Fortin/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Claude Giroux/Evgeni Malkin

Frederik Andersen/J. T. Compher

Gabriel Landeskog/Jeff Skinner

Gabriel Landeskog/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid

Jordie Benn/Dylan Strome

Juuse Saros/Anders Nilsson

Marc-Andre Fleury/Kris Letang/Jonathan Marchessault/David Perron

Mathieu Boucher/Jeremy Lauzon

Mathieu Boucher/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Ivan Provorov

Nicklas Backstrom/Evgeni Malkin

Nicklas Backstrom/Sidney Crosby

Nicklas Backstrom/Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin/Alexander Ovechkin

Nico Hischier/Nolan Patrick

Nicolas Aubé-Kubel/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Sidney Crosby/Alexander Ovechkin

William Nylander/David Pastrnak

Other Celebrity Crossovers

KJ Apa/Brock Boeser

[ao3feed-hockey]

Dogpile

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by kuchie_slayer (elsen)

On November 25, 2022 the St. Louis Blues played the Tampa Bay Lightning at Amalie Arena. During the first period, a St. Louis player lost control and crashed into the Lightning net.

A minor penalty was called. No players were injured and the game went on as usual.

Words: 9436, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Andrei Vasilevskiy, Steven Stamkos, Mikhail Sergachev, Patrick Maroon, Cal Foote

Relationships: Andrei Vasilevskiy/Steven Stamkos, Andrei Vasilevskiy/Steven Stamkos/Mikhail Sergachev/Patrick Maroon/Cal Foote

Additional Tags: Possessive Behavior, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Body Worship, Bukkake, sucking andrei vasilevskiy’s dick literally and metaphorically, au where every dude in the nhl is a pansexual whore that had casual sex with each other on the reg

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[ao3feed-hockey]

Live a Life

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by tantan

Four rounds of Erik Johnson doesn’t understand how people can be so happy, or really he doesn’t know how he can be. Gabe tried to subtly point out how but failed, so eventually just showed him.

Words: 3924, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Erik Johnson, Gabriel Landeskog

Relationships: Erik Johnson/Gabriel Landeskog, Tyson Barrie/Nathan MacKinnon, Victor Hedman/Steven Stamkos

Additional Tags: Heavily implied minor pairings, 2022 Stanley Cup Playoffs, 4+1 Things, because you need to win four rounds to win the Stanley Cup, then you celebrate

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