Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sam Bennett/Sam Reinhart
Characters: Sam Bennett (Hockey RPF), Sam Reinhart
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Bald Kink, You heard me, this is the I Heart Bald Women manifesto, Semi-Public Sex, Yuri, Happy Yuri Day!
Summary:
Something like shame curdles in Sam's gut. She doesn't want to see Samson's face, with the horror that must be waiting there. She squeezes her eyes shut, barely holding down a flinch at the feeling of hot breath on her cheekbone, of hesitant hands pushing the hood back, baring her shaved head under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Oh… my… god."
There it is. Here it comes, the disgust she's been waiting for—
With authors revealed, here are all the fics I wrote for this year's TO1U! Didn't quite manage as many as last year, but I still hit a nice even twenty across three fandoms! Well, one fandom more than others XD
hockey rpf
in those moonlit halls i sing - Daniil Tarasov & Sergei Bobrovsky, G, 1035 words
Danya nods. "I've wanted this for years," she says, swinging her dangling feet to try to work off some of the eagerness and apprehension. "I—I really have."
Sergei smiles, fond, amused. "I know. You said already."
It is amazing, Danya notes, how easily he has believed her.
what a good place to hide, they say - Anton Lundell & Aleksander Barkov, Aleksander Barkov/Aaron Ekblad, Aleksander Barkov & Aaron Ekblad & Original Child Character(s), G, 2000 words
There is a child at the practice rink.
Training camp doesn't start until tomorrow, but Anton wants to make a good impression. He trails along behind Sasha, focused on memorizing parts of the layout he doesn't remember from the prospect camp, and trying to hold back his less urgent questions. He doesn't need to ask everything now, he reminds himself; he'll have time later for idle curiosity.
The small child—maybe five years old, braid poking out from under her helmet, careening through the halls without a care, repeatedly latching onto Sasha's legs and chattering at him in a head-spinning mishmash of English, Finnish, and Russian—quickly upgrades herself from idle curiosity to burning.
recall that altered time foremost - Aleksander Barkov/Aaron Ekblad, G, 1000 words
He goes down to the dock that night.
It doesn't take long for Aaron to join him, settling down on the worn wood at his side, close but not quite touching. A light has turned on in the lake house behind them; their parents are all certainly watching. Sasha cannot blame them. If his son had changed overnight mere months ago, and then asked to fly across an ocean to meet a boy he'd never spoken of before, he too would be concerned.
older sure than this year's cutting - Aleksander Barkov/Aaron Ekblad, G, 576 words
Sasha calls that evening, just after Aaron gets home from his birthday dinner.
slippery when wet - Aleksander Barkov/Aaron Ekblad, 200 words
"God, your thighs are phenomenal," Aaron mumbles, that night in the shower.
from the dark water - Aleksander Barkov/Sam Reinhart, G, 623 words
Samson finds himself in a dream.
Sasha's dream, he would guess, from how the scenery morphs between a lake and a tennis court. He's used to ending up in teammates' dreams by accident, but Sasha guards his dreams carefully most nights. He's usually hidden in the static of the dreamweave, and Samson could pick out his thread if he wanted to, but—
He learned not to go snooping long ago.
pleasures of the body in this world - Aleksander Barkov/Sam Reinhart, E, 1000 words
Sasha's thumb sweeps over the golden 16. "You kept it," he says, low, pulling the jersey off the hanger.
"I climbed the fucking pole for it, of course I was gonna keep it." Samson hesitates. "I considered framing it, but—thought maybe that would get a little weird."
soaks in a mossy place - Aaron Ekblad/Gustav Forsling, POV Outsider, G, 600 words
Their teammate is a gator sometimes. It's just how things are.
grab the bull by the horns - Aaron Ekblad/Gustav Forsling, E, 1658 words
The minotaur's head snaps up when the door clicks closed behind Aaron, and the red glint in those dark eyes—the dried blood on those horns—should be terrifying.
Aaron isn't scared. He knows those abs.
dark halls of honey - Aaron Ekblad/Gustav Forsling, E, 300 words
By the third orgasm, Gustav's tongue is starting to ache.
and thus begin to weave - Sam Bennett/Aaron Ekblad, T, 500 words
Sam shifts, getting his other hand on Aaron's head. His movements turn more intentional, gathering hair together, his light pulling and twisting sending tingles across Aaron's skin. Braiding, maybe; Aaron doesn't particularly care, except that it feels good.
the frost that stays - Sam Bennett/Sam Reinhart, T, 700 words
"Mr. Bennett, please lie down," the EMT who had stayed with them, waiting for a second ambulance to arrive, tries again. She's asked four times now, and Samson's tried too, but Sam isn't listening. The beanie pulled down over his ears doesn't block out sound; he's just a stubborn idiot.
"'m fine," Sam mumbles, his eyes closed. His hands had been shaking too hard to hold the cup, but now they're barely moving. "Jus' cold."
in the night i watched it burn - Sam Bennett/Sam Reinhart, T, 800 words
Someone shakes Sam awake in the middle of the night.
He groans, trying to clear the heavy fog of sleep from his head. Samson is pacing around the bedroom, snatching up the belongings they'd unpacked over the past few days and throwing them into their bags. The clock on the dresser reads 2:48 AM, and Sam can't make sense of what's happening. "Wha…"
Samson tosses a shirt to him. "Evacuation order," he says, short, clipped. "There's a fire. We have to go."
still climbing the barbed wire - Sam Bennett/Sam Reinhart, T, 300 words
"Why the hell did you keep it on?"
all rainbow and mouth - Sam Bennett/Sam Reinhart, E, 600 words
Here's a secret: Sam Bennett is not as scary as he looks.
He's certainly scary on the ice, skill and toughness coming together into brutal explosions of dominance. But off the ice he's quiet, easily moved by cute critters and always willing to cuddle. There's a big softie under that hardened exterior, and Samson loves to bring that side of his boyfriend out.
Which is one of the many reasons Samson loves going down on him.
the downward stroke of feeding - Seth Jones/Niko Mikkola, G, 500 words
"I should've told him not to," Seth says eventually, hollow and hard. The brittle kind of hard, like an iced-over tree breaking. "I should've known."
Niko frowns. He sets his hand on Seth's back, around the curve of his good shoulder. "You're not your brother's keeper."
smolder - Eetu Luostarinen, POV Second Person, T, 300 words
You don’t dream about spilled grills.
lick the southern sun - Mackie Samoskevich/Cole Schwindt/Donovan Sebrango, E, 200 words
Cabo is awesome.
indycar rpf
unseed - Scott McLaughlin/Josef Newgarden, T, 300 words
Okay, this was not what Scott had expected when Josef dragged him into his bus as soon as he'd arrived at Barber.
"Sorry, mate. Did I hear you right?" he asks, staring at the plastic stick in Josef's hand, the two red stripes all too visible. "Pregnant?"
Josef's shoulders square defensively, his chin coming up. "Not for long," he says, guarded, and—that's definitely a little fear, no matter how he tries to hide it. "I'm not keeping it."
baseball rpf
glizzy gifting - Jared Jones/Paul Skenes, M, 400 words
Enjoy the deliciousness of the Tasty Treats Wearable Wiener Five Piece Set!
There's Only One You 2026: a sports rpf short fanwork challenge
Tired of trying to finish your 45k fic on your 30 minute lunch break? Getting bogged down by portraiture that takes over 12 hours to complete? Want to record a podfic that takes exactly as long as the intermission break? Presenting: There’s Only One You - a sports rpf short fanwork prompt meme. YEAR FOUR 🗣️🗣️
All fanworks + all sports rpf welcome.
Prompt format: 1 pairing + 1 word.
Fanwork fills have maximum length: Fic: 2k words // Podfic: 20 minutes // Fanart: 2 hours of effort // Playlists: 10 songs // Vids: 2 minutes // Creative non-fiction: 2000 words // Fan poetry: 25 lines or 5 stanzas, whichever comes first // Zines: 8 pages or 2 hours of effort, whichever comes first.
🔊 SCHEDULE 🔊
Prompts open: NOW!!
Posting opens: March 6 [tbd]
Prompts close: March 13 [at 8pm ET: world clock]
Posting closes: March 20 [at 8pm ET: world clock]
Fanworks revealed: March 21 [at 10am ET: world clock]
Creators revealed: March 26 [at 10am ET: world clock]
World clock leads to timeanddate.com, where you are able to check your timezone against mine.
READ THESE:
INFO.
FAQ.
RULES.
Bonus Info For A Good Time:
Rule changes (for 2026)
Incomplete list of acceptable fanworks!
Participant sidequests!
Art by the amazing @sorrellegiance thank you sor we love you!!
In my attempt not to spring this on y'all...also with the Winter Olympics this year, I felt we may need to have the prompt meme in the back of our minds 🤔
🌻 Schedule 🌻
Prompts open: February 27
Posting opens: March 6
Prompts close: March 13
Posting closes: March 20
Fanworks revealed: March 21
Creators revealed: March 26
There will be more details towards the end of the month, including exact timing for opening/closing/reveals. I also have some pretty significant new rules that I will be adding, but I will be sure to detail those thoroughly here and on AO3.
Mark your calendars and I'll see you on February 27 👀
fic title: there’s something i love about you (but i don’t know what it is)
Jeremy’s been here before.
That’s exactly what makes his current predicament so hard. He’d loved Linus; he still does, even with three hundred miles and a border and a division rivalry now between them. None of that history has gone away, and there’s a small, vicious part of him that wants to hate the man who took Linus’s place, but…
(Joonas smiling wetly through his mask, leaning forward to brush their foreheads together, something not meant for others shining in his eyes…)
Jeremy’s stupid soft heart just can’t resist whichever goalie partner he gets given, apparently.
origamiaround
stormborns
dailybridgerton
areudirty
