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Majority of these are hockey rpf since that's been my hyperfixation as of the last uhh two years now lmao.

  • Jerk by armyofbees
  • Hockey rpf
  • Dewar/Duhaime
  • Explicit | painplay, under-negotiated kink, first time, light feminization
  • 8,950 words
“I’d date you if you were a girl,” Brandon says, apropos nothing.
Brandon’s scored his first playoff goal and Connor is so fucking proud, okay, but he also wants to give it back to him and ruin Brandon. Just a little bit. A normal amount. Obviously.
  • hurt me, im yours by litaf1101
  • hockey rpf
  • Dewar/Duhaime
  • Explicit | mutual masturbation, first time blow jobs, under-negotiated kink, recreational drug use
  • 8,047 words
"Let's measure," Connor says, one night when they're both a little stoned. That's how the whole thing starts.
a series of fics about Brandon being determined to knock up Connor even though it's not possible. a delightful series honestly.
  • Take it for the Team by WolfSpider
  • hockey rpf
  • Brodin/Faber
  • Explicit | omegaverse, arranged marriage, fake/pretend relationship, slow burn, power imbalance, vaginal+anal sex
  • 117,286 words | 7 chapters
Way back since before he first presented, Brock has had two dreams: to play hockey just like Jonas Brodin, and to make it in the NHL. He's good enough, he's ready, but to make it to the show and be allowed to stay, he needs to find a mate before he turns 21- fortunately, the Wild are more than willing to hook him up. It might not be a real relationship, just on paper, but Brock's got a whole off-season in Sweden to take the bite, take the knot, and try to make it work.

It has to work. He doesn't have any other choice.

personal note: if you read any of these fics, PLEASE let it be this one, it's so good.
alpha/alpha/messed-up alpha
  • say ur mine by anonymous
  • hockey rpf
  • Dewar/Duhaime
  • Explicit | breeding kink, unsafe sex, barebacking, established relationship
  • 2,166 words
“So you really want to have my kids, huh?” Connor pauses, groans. “Fuck’s sake, Brandon. You want to have this conversation now ?”
from /OCD NSFW, SPOILER > Watched a man jack it off to confirm to myself i wasn't gay only for it to backfire
When Brandon shows up at Connor’s hotel room, armed with pizza and drinks, he isn’t expecting this. This being a slightly brain-altering view of Connor: shirt abandoned, thick thighs bracketing his waist, ass grinding down every so often in a tease of what they both actually want.
It starts like this.
People don't shift anymore, not fully. The closest most people get is antsy around the full moon, restlessness rooted in ancestral memory. There are some people, though, who get closer to their wolf, and an even smaller number among them that get feral. Something about playing goal, about giving someone a territory to protect and an opposing pack coming at them, draws the animal so close to the surface that eventually it can't be put away. Or maybe it can.
  • two-thirds full by saintlambs
  • hockey rpf
  • Dewar/Duhaime
  • Explicit | under-negotiated kink, orgasm denial, small dick, humiliation, cock cages
  • 5,679 words
“I said it’s not stupid,” Brandon snipes, “Lots of guys do it.” “What, abstain from jerking off for fucking personal growth?” Connor snarks back, picking at the label of his bottle, the glue sticking tacky to his fingertip. “Sounds fucking fantastic.”
When Mat’s girlfriend breaks up with him right before their big romantic vacation, Tito goes with him instead.
  • [26] by dearestblake
  • hockey rpf
  • Dewar/Duhaime
  • Explicit | light feminization, exhibitionism, biting, hickeys, sharpies
  • 5,770 words
The Deweys fuck the evening before they both leave for their newly traded for teams. Connor makes sure Brandon has something to take with him.
“You want me to be jealous,” Nico says, and it’s not a question.
Ville is no stranger to the strain of goaltending. He knows how mentally taxing it can be, and that's why he has the spa in his backyard. Sometimes he just needed to relax, make it quick and easy. It's also why his guest room was turned into a nesting room. Goaltending was hard, it was taxing, and some goalies needed a break. He wasn't expecting it to hit Alex so suddenly, especially given that he hasn’t played yet.
Mika sighs and takes a breath. “I've gotten myself off three times here, and once more in the shower. Haven't really slept. It. Won't. Stop.” His voice cracks on the last syllable.
The first time Quinn sees it in porn he doesn’t even think about it in the realm of reality. Porn is porn, it’s meant to aid your self care session and that’s it. But then. But then Nikita squishes him against Tyler’s chest as he leans in to kiss him, suffocating Quinn between them, using their height advantage to make out over him, away from reach. Rude. He’s literally right there. // or: quinn thinks he can take both his boyfriends. at the same time.
Jonas Brodin has been having a pretty bad season so far. The team sucks, his long-time d-partner and best friend signed in Arizona, and now the rookie he's supposed to mentor has been scent marking his gear for... some reason. Best not to think about that too hard, probably. Best not to think about it at all.
Before all of this, he’d jerked it once or twice to the image of Jake, sweaty and heaving in between periods after a fight, sporting a semi from all the adrenaline. Who can blame him, heart all broken and body all needing.
It's 2033, and in its thirty-third year of operation the Minnesota Wild has finally won a Stanley Cup behind hometown hero Brock Faber. For Brock, it's the realization of a long-held dream and the culmination of his life's work- and something's missing, something like his childhood hero and first d-partner, Jonas Brodin, who never made it past the Conference Finals. But there's magic in the Cup, and those who win the right to claim it are rewarded with more than just fame and fortune and their name in the history books in the form of the fulfillment of a heart's true wish. Now it's 2013 and the day after Game 7, and Brock has the rest of the lockout-shortened season, Brodin's rookie year, to do some soul-searching, take a second chance, and maybe, just maybe, finally win it all.
After the injury, Brock doesn't have much to offer. He doesn't have an athletic scholarship or an NCAA trophy or a future in the NHL. But he does have an independently wealthy older man who's interested in him, for some reason, and a complete lack of anything better to do. So maybe that will turn into something.