#Skates & fists au

[aioliravioli-69]

This one was a long time coming (a.k.a. since I found out about 'Duolingo on ice') so I started looking into it and I found this!

This pose

This pose specifically was MADE for Buddy!!

I couldn't resist

Buddy being a dramatic bastard

[chebyshevptera]

blah blah something something if jay were in sports in high school he would play hockey thank you for your time

[melancholitas]

A question keeping me up at night:

Is Ace able to ice skate?

Like. Not physically, I bet he'd be a rad hockey player or something.

But more at the lines of 'is he running so hot he'd trip over the puddles he creates around him'?

Does his devil fruit influence his surroundings? Him running around just barely clothed all the time could fanonly be a consequence of that. Sabo doesn't seem to have any problems layering his clothes, but maybe he's just that much of an unhinged mess (just like he should be).

It would be so funny to me, though, if this would spark yet another one-upping contest between these two. Sabo elegantly gliding on the ice, making fun of Ace trying not to break his neck because he's literally too hot for this.

Whereas Luffy just jumps and zooms all over the place as always.

[bubbleggum444]

—❝S∪GAƦ, YES PLEASE!❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 jason todd x fem!reader, bride/wifey!reader au, tooth rotting fluff (+ a teeny tiny bit of angst), songfic (bc i'm high-key a sucker for them), 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 jason marrying the love of his life—you :)

[I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down. I need your lovin', lovin', I need it now.]

The man Jason used to be before he met her and the man standing at the altar now were two entirely different people. Before, he was hardened, broken, convinced he was beyond saving. After the resurrection, he had been nothing more than a shell of himself—no longer the sweet, happy Robin. But then she came into his life, and piece by piece, she put him back together. Every time she was near, she picked up his shattered remains, healing him in ways he never thought possible. She became the guardian angel his 15-year-old self had desperately needed.

Now, standing at the altar, waiting for her, Jason felt something foreign yet familiar—hope.

[When I'm without ya, I'm something weak. You got me beggin', beggin', I'm on my knees.]

The weight of the moment pressed down on him. Everyone’s eyes were on him—it was expected, of course, he was the groom. But Jason had never liked being in the spotlight. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wasn’t nervous about marrying her—that was the one thing he was sure of—but the anticipation, the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen, sent his nerves into overdrive.

Then, the music changed. A hush fell over the room.

And as Jason lifted his head, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was.

Walking toward him, down the long white aisle, looking every bit like the angel she had always been to him. His knees nearly buckled. Was it the nerves? Or was it the sight of her—the woman who would soon be his wife?

Both. It was both. And for her, Jason would go to his knees all over again.

[I don't wanna be needing your love. I just wanna be deep in your love.]

The Jason before her had been defensive, guarded, unwilling to let anyone in. No matter how sweet she was, he had fought against needing her—whether because he felt too broken, too unworthy, or simply too afraid to be vulnerable.

But as she walked toward him now, memories of her flooded his mind.

The first time they met—her tumbling into him, muddy and scraped up from roller-skating straight into his path. Jason had barely had time to register what had happened before he was on his knees, making sure she was okay.

Their first date—her in a sundress that made her glow like the sun itself, laughing as she compared them to mismatched socks. "We're like a perfect pair!" she'd said. He hadn't known if it was the way she made imperfection seem beautiful or the way she so easily called them a couple, but his knees had felt weak even then.

Jason had once told himself he didn't want to need her love. But he had missed the memo—his heart had already been deep in her love from the first moment he saw her. And for the first time since his resurrection, Jason Todd didn’t mind needing someone else.

[And it's killing me when you're away, ooh, baby.]

As she reached him, he took her hands in his, steadying both her and himself. Another memory surfaced.

Jason, exhausted, dragging himself home after another brutal night of crime-fighting. His body ached, his mind was drained, and his soul felt heavier than ever. But when he opened the door to his apartment, warmth wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace.

The fire crackled softly in the dim room, the smell of roasted beef lingering in the air. And then, there she was. Smiling at him, eyes full of love. A moment later, she was in his arms.

"I got off early from nursing school," she had said, as if those simple words weren’t everything.

But they were everything.

Jason had never realized just how much he needed her—how much he hated being away from her—until that moment.

[Cause I don't really care where you are. I just wanna be there where you are.]

Now, in the present, Jason’s cold hands enveloped hers, his world narrowing to just her. The nervousness, the crowd, the weight of all the eyes watching—it all disappeared.

And then, finally, his lips met hers. A kiss filled with love, devotion, and every spoken and unspoken vow in his heart.

It didn’t matter where they were—in his tiny apartment, feeding ducks by the river, ice skating (and failing miserably), or lost in a crowd larger than Gotham itself.

Jason didn’t care.

As long as he was wherever she was, that was enough.

➽──────────────❥

𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑢𝑚444©

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

[tojisun]

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au mlist) - smut; f!reader; short drabble only!

yea i bet youre all tired of hearing hockey come out of my mouth but thinking about—

hockey player simon receiving a text from you after a game.

they defeated their opponent in a shutout—price carrying the team on enemy ice, with garrick coming in with solid defences, allowing mactavish and simon to sink a shot after another.

it was an electrifying game; even now as he’s stuffed in his cubicle, simon feels like he’s on top of the world. like the cup is so close to his reach—just a few more rally and he’s bringing it home.

the locker room is buzzed, congratulations getting passed from one to another while their coach awards the disk to price for the shutout. the media is still taping this whole interaction so the team remains conscious, guarded, until, finally, everything is wrapped up.

the others clamber to the showers but simon digs for his phone, desperate to talk to you. to tell you that he’s won—he doesn’t know if you’ve watched the game, not with how packed your schedule’s gotten—so if you haven’t, he wishes to at least be the first to let you know.

he wants you to hear it from him; hear from him how they dominated tonight’s game.

(6-0 for the specgru. in the playoffs.)

but there’s already a message from you, sitting atop the strings of notification filling up his phone screen. he ignores the emails from brands reaching out for brand deals or fans sending in messages to his public socials, and taps on your name.

his eyes grow wide, his breath hitching, because—

> 2 goals tonight, baby. almost a hatty.

> have i told you how your hockey makes me hot? almost makes me want to fly there to give you a reward

the start of a whimper builds in the base of his throat, scratching at his trachea.

jesus.

the last time you’ve rewarded him for his performance—a hatty, one of which was an empty net goal—simon had to grit through the horror of seeing you have a difficulty in sitting down the next few days. until now, he swears that he tried holding back, to take it easy despite his needs, but then you crawled to his lap and sang praises in his ears, and simon was gone.

you were so needy for him. for his skate and his play and his victory. and how could simon control himself then?

so this—your messages that are lidded with a tease—is torture. the flight won’t even be until tomorrow morning so you’ve just left him extremely pent-up, buzzing, with his desires poorly-leashed.

all he could do is send a weak,

when i’m back, can you give it then? <

you’ve only liked his message as a reply and simon knows it for what it is—a deliberate hooking; filling him up with tension. with unbridled energy, all uncontainable, so he can fuck all of that into you.

shit. now he’s all hard underneath his cup.

the quick rub in the shower stalls was not enough so he races to their hotel, locking himself in his room and proceeds to fuck his fist as he swipes at the album he’s locked away in his gallery. it’s the gallery that only you and simon know about.

it’s full of pictures. of videos and audios.

it’s full of you fingering your sensitive pussy, and of simon finally getting his hands on your cunt and dragging you up to his mouth for a taste, and of simon fucking you at every surface—on the island, in the living room, against the window, in front of the mirror.

in some of them, he’s still wearing his jersey. in most of them, you’re the one who has it on.

simon cums once. then rubs another one before the flight because he makes the mistake of rereading your previous message. the release isn’t euphoric; sure, it’s enough to stop the fever, but it was almost too clinical.

you’re still in your gym clothes when simon’s clumsily making his way home. you shriek at the way he just covers you with his bulk, before giggling at the ticklish feeling of his scruff rubbing against your cheek.

“missed you,” he says.

you whine, nodding, before pushing him back just enough that you can finally jump into his arms. simon soaks up the attention, like it’s sticky liquorice, and the nuzzled kisses.

even the words pressed on his lips, he devours but there’s one thing simon needs more, and he’s almost shaking when you finally noticed.

you laugh, poking his cheek, before giving him what he wants.

“your hockey’s so hot, si,” you trill. “fuck me?”

“please,” simon croaks out because that is all he could truly say.

[azsazz]

Sprinkles of Luck & Doubt

Hockey!Azriel x Ice Skater!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Do you think hockey!Azriel would sneak into the girls locker room/showers just to see figure skating reader? 👀

Warnings: Light sexual themes, angst

Word Count: 1752

Other Fics in the Hockey!Az AU: Penance, Shut Out, Out of Order, All's Well That Ends Well, Brr-eakdown Shots & Spins

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“What the—”

Your shriek is abruptly cut off when a palm lies flat across your mouth. Your heart hammers into your chest as you react, hands clamping down on the thick forearm that feels nothing like a woman’s, which is concerning considering you’re standing in the middle of the shower, soaking wet, in the women’s locker room.

“Easy, sweetheart,” a voice you know all too well purrs in your ear. You go lax against the body behind you, shutting your eyes and trying to regain some semblance of a normal heart rate when his hand slips away from your mouth. He plants it on your hip, and his touch alone only sets your heart into a stampede again.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper, mustering up the strength to scold Azriel when you turn to face him instead of sidling right up into his side and giving into every ounce of pleasure that him sneaking into the women’s showers with you brings.

“I needed to say goodbye to you before we leave for Briarwood,” he answers, and the way that he said he needs to say goodbye is not lost on you. It makes your stomach twist and your heart beat happily in your chest, your cunt perking up at the words.

“And that couldn’t have waited until I got out of the shower?”

His hazel eyes peruse your body in a slow trail, drinking you in like you’re his prey. His pupils dilate with arousal, and Azriel shifts on his feet as his cock begins to fill. If he doesn’t stop looking, he’s going to have the worst case of blue balls on the bus, and his teammates might not pick up on why he’s being so stiff since he’s normally a silent, brooding guy before big games, but he knows that Cassian and Rhys will clock him the second he steps foot onto the bus.

“Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you in my favorite outfit of yours,” he smirks, trailing the tips of his fingers up your sides. You shiver, near violently, clenching your thighs together when his thumbs brush over your nipples.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensations zipping up your spine. You lean into Azriel, fingers fisting into his black t-shirt, uncaring that you’re getting his clothes all wet. He doesn’t care either, especially when he bends down into the onslaught of water to capture your lips against his own.

“You’re all wet,” you protest when you finally part, blushing red hot when he winks at you.

“Can’t be as wet as you, sweetheart,” Azriel jokes, but his cock is rock fucking hard. This was a terrible idea, in theory, to sneak into the women’s locker room and even more so to slip into the shower with you when he has only minutes before the bus leaves. But he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t not see you one more time before the tournament this weekend. He needed a kiss from his good luck charm. Needs much more than that, if he’s being honest with himself, but he doesn’t have the time.

“Ha ha,” you laugh drily, flicking water at him. “Just remember that while I’m here under the warm water with it’s perfect pressure,” you tease, fluttering your lashes at him when his eyes grow dark. To frustrate Azriel further, you slide your hands down your body, following the water cascading across your skin, right between your thighs. Azriel follows the movement with a wild look in his eyes that makes you want to back away, make you want him to chase you, touch you until you can’t stand, can’t see straight. The muscles of your legs twitch in agreement. “And you’re sitting on the bus with your hands in your lap, wishing you were between my legs instead of in your hand.”

Azriel growls softly and it goes straight to your core. It takes all your effort to turn away from him and plant yourself fully under the spray, slicking your hair back and shimmying your hips for affect.

“You are so getting punished when I get back, sweetheart.”

“What?” You whirl around, completely unprepared for him to be only inches away. You gasp and lose your footing, but Azriel’s already wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you into his body. His cock strains against his pants, and the jeans he’s wearing only increase the sensations of his body against yours, rubbing across your sensitive, flushed skin. “You’re the one that started this mess, I should be punishing you!”

His hazel eyes glow at the prospect, a challenge. He dips his chin, his words fanning across your lips as he speaks. “Do you want to punish me, sweetheart?”

No, you want to drop to the tiles and suck him down your throat, no matter how much your knee might protest. You want to see his cock, touch it, taste it, feel it, but you know he won’t let you. Not right now.

It’s going to be a long and lonely weekend without Azriel here. And now that you’ve seen his cock, had the immense pleasure of having it inside of you, you know that the sad vibrator in your bedside table back at the dorms will in no way compare to the man with his arms wrapped around you.

On the other hand, you could see yourself stripping him bare, climbing over his lap and teasing his cock with your soaked cunt in punishment for the teasing. With him gone all weekend, there will be ample time for thinking up ways to tease him until he’s begging for you. You think you’d like to see that, Azriel whimpering and pleading for you to ride his cock. It would be a nice change from you always being the one worked up until there are tears in your eyes.

“Earth to sweetheart,” Azriel’s gruff voice draws you back to the present. You didn’t even realize you were grinding up against him, your breaths sharp and quick until you remember where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing.

You blink, feeling your chest flush when you meet Azriel’s gaze. His eyes are heady with lust, mouth set in a firm line because he’s trying to hold back the grunts and groans that threaten to slip form his throat. He doesn’t want to get caught, no matter how much he likes how you’re dry humping him.

Maybe he can sneak you with. Surely, coach won’t notice an extra body on the bus. Of course, that’s a lie. Nothing gets passed him. But maybe Azriel can convince you to drive down, and he can sneak you into his room for a little pre-game good luck romp in his bed. Yes, that might work. If he can get Rhys and Cass to leave him alone in the room for more than thirty minutes.

“Sorry,” you respond softly, trying to pry yourself away from him. You’re embarrassed that you lost yourself in a daydream right in front of Azriel and wanted more, but his hands are gripping you tighter, squeezing you closely to his chest.

“Look at me,” Azriel demands when you refuse to meet his gaze. You’re hot with embarrassment, and the water pouring down your back isn’t helping. Your name is a soft-spoken warning on his tongue, like if you don’t look up, you’ll be the one that’s getting punished instead.

You can get on board with that, but realization strikes as loud as the giggling of girls on the other side of the curtain does. You’re in the women’s locker room with a boy who’s not supposed to be in here, and he’s supposed to be on a bus leaving for the beach town on the coast to defend their undefeated season against the Sparrows.

You peek up at Azriel, melting under his tender gaze. Your heart pounds hard in your chest, so much to the point that it hurts. How he’s so easily able to calm you, to make you feel better with a single glance, probably means that you’re in way too deep with him. You should’ve been more cautious.

“Don’t be sorry,” he continues, his thumb stroking a soothing pattern across your hip. It lights you on fire, that touch, leaves you craving more. Azriel’s grin is crooked. “I like it when you want me.”

“I want you all the time,” you breathe like some panting girl. Why can’t you stop admitting things like this around him? You’re going to scare him off.

His eyes glitter, and at least you can take relief in the fact that he wants you back, might just want you like you want him.

“I want you all of the time too,” he says against your mouth, because he’s barely grasping onto his self-control by a thread. He kissed you like you’re the missing piece of him, and you allow yourself to fall into it too, brushing your tongue against his. Everything goes out the window when he’s with you; schooling, hockey, everything. There’s a twist in his stomach at the thought of that, that he shouldn’t be putting all his eggs in one basket with you, shouldn’t be letting you distract him like this when there’s so much pressure on his shoulders this year…

You feel it in the way his body locks. It’s quick, but it’s there, and the clapping of flip-flops on the wet tile stomping into the shower beside yours is the perfect excuse for him to pull away.

You don’t know why, but the way he avoids your gaze has you shrinking back under the spray and covering your body with your hands. You don’t know what just happened, to make Azriel go from doting and attentive to closed off and dare you say shy within a nanosecond. It couldn’t have been your admission, because he responded just the same.

You don’t get the chance to find out because he’s peering at you from under his thick, dark lashes, offering you a soft, sad smile, and parting with a quiet goodbye that feels more like a breakup than a see you next week.

“I’ll be seeing you, sweetheart…” He trails off, and it feels like a lie, even more so when he slips past the curtain of your shower without a look back.

It’s funny, that you can trick yourself into thinking you’re not crying when your tears mix with the water from the shower head that’s long gone cold.

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Azriel Hockey!AU Tags:

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☸ Dorm Series: Part-Seven | 정우영

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✦ summary: a fun night out turns quick when wooyoung's possessive urges peak seeing someone eye what belongs to him. he makes it his mission to remind you exactly who you belong to, but no one would've guessed just how the night would turn. ✦ pairings: idol! boyfriend wooyoung x fem! reader ✦ genre: smut!, idol boyfriend au ✦ word count: 3.2k ✦ warnings: smut!, dom wooyoung, sub reader, choking, reader loves when wooyoung is rough, impact play (spanking), punishment, hickies, masochism, tears, dacryphilia, fingering, squirting, finger sucking, rough sex, hair pulling, wooyoung is a pleasure dom, degradation, pet names (slut, whore, baby girl, sir), praise kink, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (use protection please), wooyoung is very rough, attempted humiliation, breeding kink, creampie (don't do this!), multiple orgasms ✦ a/n: I hope it was worth the wait for wooyoung's part of the series. his is the longest one so far and one of the longest writing I've written since I started again last month! I hope you all enjoy we're at the end with only jongho left.

this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.

nsfw content below. 18+ - mdni

Wooyoung sat in the dark as he watched the bartender's eyes rake over your body for the third time, stare lingering on your semi exposed breasts. He squeezed his fist tightly watching as you giggled at whatever came out of the man’s mouth, oblivious to the lewd                                                                                                                                  actions. Reaching his limits, Wooyoung swiftly makes his way towards the bar, his presence creeping up behind you. 

“What are you doing, baby girl?” He whispers in your ear placing a possessive hand on your waist.

Your breath catches in your throat gasping at the sudden action, turning around in his embrace. You peer up at his dark gaze, fire burning behind his eyes as he stares daggers at the bartender. 

“Hey baby, he was just telling me about-.” You’re cut off mid sentence, Wooyoung capturing your lips with his.

The kiss is rough and messy as his tongue fills your mouth, hands skating down to give your ass a tight squeeze. Unbeknownst to you Wooyoung maintained eye contact with the bartender the entire time, who’d immediately got the message quickly scurrying off to the other side. 

“We’re leaving.” Wooyoung commands, taking your hand into his, not giving you a chance to catch your breath before pulling you out of the building.

⬦⬥⬦

The ride home was tense and quiet, Wooyoung’s grip on the steering wheel deadly tight knuckles shone white at the tension. You had no idea why he was suddenly like this. You thought you’d both been having a good time together enjoying a club you’d been planning to go to for awhile. 

Entering his dorm you quickly slip out of your shoes, scurrying behind Wooyoung who wasted no time to wait for you. It isn’t until you make it into his room that he finally speaks up. 

“Strip.” You gasp, taken aback by his sudden request. 

“But Woo I-.” 

“I won’t say it again.” He cuts in, walking towards his bed. You turn around watching as he begins to roll his sleeves up revealing a bit of his newly done tattoo. His eyes flit up to yours, narrowing at your inaction. Your breathing picks up, his death glare leaving you frozen in your tracks. Wooyoung tilts his head slowly, walking back over to you. Bringing his hand up he brushes over your check softly skating down to your neck; creating a trail of heat on your skin. His soft actions quickly turn the moment his hand snaked around your neck squeezing at the sides.

“Are you making me repeat myself?” He questioned applying more pressure. Your eyes widen, shaking your head as best you could in Wooyoung’s grip. He pulls you closer to him, your uneven breathing prominent in the silent room.

“Then do it.” Wooyoung releases you from his grip walking back to his bed.

You fumble with your clothing trying to undress as fast as possible. He was typically dominant in the bedroom; which never bothered you because you could easily keep up. Seeing him like this turned you on in so many ways, his possessive aura permeating the room. When you were fully undressed, you stood in place anticipating his next command.

“Come here.” He beckons you over, the tensions in the room thick enough to suffocate you. Taking your sweet time you shuffle over to Wooyoung’s seated form, avoiding his gaze at all cost. 

“Look at me!” He demands, his voice now deep and husky. Your head snaps forward looking straight into his dark orbs. Anger burns behind them and he does nothing to hide his displeasure.

“Lay across my lap.” You don’t hesitate getting in the very familiar position, one you loved deep down inside but wouldn’t dare tell Wooyoung.

“You’ve been a naughty girl y/n.” He tsks ghosting his fingers up and down your spine before stopping just above your ass. You shudder at the sensation, anticipation and anxiety swirling in the pit of your stomach.

SMACK

His palm comes down hard and abrupt on your ass, a stinging sensation traveling over your skin.

You gasp trying your hardest not to squirm.

“Being an attention whore.”

SMACK

You whimper at his words.

“Laughing with him.”

SMACK

You find it harder with each smack to stay still, Wooyoung refusing to soothe your supple skin after each hit.

“Letting him eye fuck what’s mine!”

SMACK SMACK

 A loud shriek leaves your mouth, as tears begin to fall from your eyes.

“Do I need to remind you what happened last time?”

SMACK

You release a choked moan, the memory of him fingering you in front of a man who’d attempted to flirt with you flashing in your head.

“Ohh you like that you little slut.” He groans.

SMACK 

“I’ll make you remember who you belong to.”

SMACK

The final blow being harder than the ones before. You sob in his lap as he finally attempts to soothe the previously assaulted areas on your ass.

Wooyoung gently massages your ass basking in the small sobs you let out, your tears bringing him much pleasure. His fingers begin to make their way down to your pussy.

“My little slut is nice and wet for me.” Wooyoung purrs, collecting your juices before bringing them to his lips, sucking his fingers clean.

“Mmm so tasty.” He groans bringing his fingers back to your cunt, inserting two fingers with no warning. 

“Ahh,” you cry out, the abrupt intrusion causing you to clench tightly around his digits. His fingers begin to move, his pace fast and brutal inside of you. A high pitched scream leaves your mouth at the rough actions. You attempt to squeeze your legs shut to ease his assault but you’re only met with a single smack on your raw ass.

“Open your legs.” He says, tone laced with dominance. 

You refused to comply as more sobs and moans escaped your mouth. Wooyoung stops his movements, removing his fingers from your cunt. He suddenly grabs your waist, flipping you upright in his lap.

“Since you won’t listen you leave me no choice.” He grunts, hooking your legs under his to lock you in place, leaving your legs wide open, pussy on full display for his pleasure.

“Look at that pretty pussy.” He whispers in your ear, his teeth ghosting along the shell. You whimper at his words, your arousal heightening feeling his hot breath tickle your ear. Wooyoung fingers find their way back into your cunt, slowly and strategically pumping into you.

“Do you hear how wet you are? You love when I punish you huh?” He smirks watching your lips part, moans spilling out with each pump. Wooyoung loved pleasuring you more than anything. To hear your moans was like music to his ears encouraging him to keep going. Watching you slowly let go and give into him, your wild side coming out to play with him. 

“Yes sir.” You nod your eyes squeezing shut once he begins to pick up his pace. Your juices trickled out of you, leaving his pants messy and soaked. Wooyoung fingers curled up, a smirk spreading across his face when he immediately touched the exact spot he was looking for, eagerly he began his assault on you.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” You pant, your loud moans filling the room from the new sensation. His fingers danced on your sweet spot coaxing the heat within your stomach to rise with each plunge. You wanted nothing more than to reach your release.

“Look at me.” Wooyoung demands. Your eyes open lazily gazing into his lust filled ones.

“You look so sexy falling apart on my fingers baby.” He coos, smiling at the way your eyes rolled back slightly when he picked up his pace even more.

The dorm door opening and closing doesn’t go unnoticed by both you and Wooyoung as familiar voices begin to fill the space.

“You should quiet down unless you want them to hear how much of a whore you are for me.” He taunts, causing you to shake your head, a slight shiver coursing through you. Wooyoung’s eyes widen at you, a sinister smirk gracing his face.

“With your pussy clenching around me like that I find it hard to believe you don’t want them to hear.” You avoid his gaze flustered at your own actions.

“You really are an attention whore. You want my members to watch me fuck you too?” Your moans quiet down not wanting to give him any more ammo that you’d enjoy being watched, knowing he just might flip out. Wooyoung knew you better than anyone and knew exactly what your body meant. Your actions only riled him up more, his fingers ruthlessly pounding into your sopping pussy.

“Let me guess is it Seonghwa, maybe Yeosang I do see you both hanging out a lot lately, or captain Hongjoong.” Wooyoung grits his blood boiling again at the thought of someone else seeing what’s his. 

You cover your mouth, unable to silence your moans as your orgasm reaches its peak. Clenching tightly around Wooyoung’s digits, your release finally hits you. Liquids spill out of your pussy over and over again as he continues to finger you with no remorse, enjoying your struggle to stay quiet. Removing his fingers he shoves them in your mouth, gagging you in the process.

“Clean it off.” His dark eyes peer at yours, possessiveness piqued even more at the newfound revelation. You eagerly suck on his fingers, tongue swirling around his digits savoring the taste of your own cum.

Removing you from his lap, Wooyoung stands up slowly undressing in front of you. Your eyes follow his every movement. The way his muscles flex when he pulls his shirt over his head, abs on full display. How his hands skate across his belt buckle, undoing the clasp dangerously slow you feel your pussy pulsate in anticipation. A smile forms on Wooyoung’s lips as he watches you eye him hungrily. He unbuttons his pants, moving even slower to pull them down until he’s standing with nothing but his briefs on.

You gawk at his large bulge straining against the thin fabric. Wanting so badly to touch him, taste him, feel him fill you up and fuck you stupid.

“No.” He says simply easing out of his briefs, his long thick cock springing forward.

You pout at his words knowing he would make the process a living hell for you. Wooyoung climbs in bed propping himself against the headboard. You whimper watching as he begins to stroke his cock, precum spilling down his veiny length.

“Sluts like you don’t get rewarded.” He hums. 

“Especially sluts who want to be watched by their boyfriends, friends.” He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows raised mockingly. You whine at his words knowing there was no way you could rebuttal him. You watch as he continues to tug at his length, small exaggerated moans slipping past his lips. The wetness between your legs builds with each moan, your juices dripping down your thighs.

“Please Sir. I’ll be good.” You beg.

“I’ll be a good slut for you.” You plead frustration building with every second that passes.

Wooyoung chuckles at your desperate words enjoying the pout that took over your features. 

“Come here.” He calls you over. 

You crawl up to him anticipating his next words. He grips your neck tightly pulling you into a deep kiss. Your lips moved against each other with need, a low groan sounds from his throat, the taste of your cum still lingering in your mouth. He breaks the kiss the grip around your neck tightening at his next words.

“Sit on my dick and show me who you belong to.” He releases his grip, adjusting his position in bed.

Without another word your leg slings across Wooyoung’s waist straddling him. You position his cock at your entrance, doing your best to slowly ease down on his length. Your breath catches in your throat with each inch that slides into your hungry pussy, giving you the stretch you desired. The look on Wooyoung’s face does little to calm the fire inside of you, his head thrown back, eyes shut tightly, mouth agape feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy around his dick. Once you're fully seated on his cock you do your best to adjust knowing just what was in store for you.

“You're taking too long.” Wooyoung grips your hips tightly, thrusting up into your longing hole. You both groan the action overwhelming your senses already making you want to cum again. Your hands splayed across Wooyoung’s chest trying to brace yourself for his next thrust knowing he would not go easy on you. He begins to drive his cock into your pussy relentlessly, a series of cuss words and moans flying out of his mouth.

“Fuck. You love how I fuck your little pussy huh?” He grunts. You nod in response, doing your best to contain your moans not wanting to attract attention.

“Use your words.” He growls, hips pounding mercilessly into yours, the sound of skin slapping and the headboard hitting the wall permeating the room.

“Yes I love the way you fuck my pussy.” You cry out his movements slowly turning your brain into mush.

You begin grinding your hips against his in an attempt to match Wooyoung's movements, showing just how desperately you longed to feel his cock. A devilish smile forms on Wooyoung’s lips, a mischievous thought crossing his mind.

“How about I call my members in here and show them how much of a whore you are?” You clench tightly around him, movements faltering at his words. Stopping his movements, Wooyoung guides you to bounce on his cock, reveling in the way your eyes roll back, nails digging in his chest as his tip repeatedly brushes your sweet spot.

“I think you’d like them seeing you fall apart on my cock wouldn’t you?” You whine in protest not wanting to egg Wooyoung further in his actions knowing it was his jealousy speaking. If his members truly came to watch him fuck you he would ravish you whole in front of them each and every time they looked your way. The Jung Wooyoung you knew was never fond of sharing, especially when it came to you.

You continued to bounce on his cock, feeling your orgasm quickly making its way.

“I’m so close sir.” You moan movements slowing down a little.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He growls, planting his feet starting to match your movements again with his own thrust. He pounded into your needy cunt relentlessly 

“Wooyoung is everything-“  You both hear Seonghwa's voice ringing out in the room. At the entrance stood Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Hoongjoong whose mouth opened at the sight of you being fucked mercilessly.

“You got exactly what you wanted huh. Stay, enjoy the show guys.” Wooyoung spits out, aware of how your body reacted to their intrusion.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls feeling your walls begin to squeeze harder around his cock. He brings his hand down to rub your clit knowing you were at your peak.

“It's your pussy sir! F-fuck!” You scream feeling the familiar coils rapidly unravel, your body spasming uncontrollably at the impact.

“Good girl. You're my slut.” He groans, feeling more turned on at your declaration in front of his members. He locked eyes with their stunned ones, a huge Cheshire smile spreading across his face.

“You love the show?” He asks still fucking into you. Your mindless babbles of how good he fucked you and his name filling the room. 

“Yes actually.” They say, smug looks on their faces.

Wooyoung growls at their response, not pleased in the slightest. Quickly removing you from his cock, he positions you on your knees making sure you face his members directly.

Roughly entering your cunt, he grips your hair harshly making sure your eyes never leave the three men standing in the doorway. You cry out from his rough actions, still feeling sensitive from his previous assaults.

“Let’s…show…them…who…you…belong…to.” Wooyoung grits, stroking harshly into your pussy, his hard thrust punctuating each word. His force knocks your breath from your chest as he begins to pound into you again.

Your eyes widen at the lust filled looks his members give you, their stares penetrating your soul. You shudder at the feeling of their gazes roaming over your body basking in the attention. It’d be a lie to say you’ve never imagined this moment at least once but to have it happen was unreal.

Watching his members' eyes stare hungrily at you made Wooyoung’s blood boil beyond his control. His possessive urges rising to a new height wanting nothing more than to make a statement that you were his only. Pulling you to his chest, his lips skate over your neck, sucking harshly at your sensitive skin marking his territory. Moving up Wooyoung nibbles gently on the shell of your ear coaxing another loud moan from you.

“Listen and respond to every word I say.” He whispers in your ear looking pointedly at his members, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. You nod in response, a guttural moan spilling from your lips at his change of pace, long and deep thrust grazing your walls deliciously.

“I belong to you.” He whispers.

“I belong to you sir.” You groan.

“Only I can fuck you.”

“Only you can fuck me sir.” Your words come out in short gasps, Wooyoung’s cock plunging deeper with each word.

“Who makes your pussy feel good?” He growls.

“You do sir. You make my pussy feel so fucking good.” You whine, feeling lost in the pleasure you were receiving.

“Are you my good little slut?” He begins to pick up his pace once again feeling your pussy squeeze tightly around his length with need.

“I’m your good little slut!” You cry out, eyes squeezing shut as you feel another orgasm creep its way up. Wooyoung’s cock twitches in your soaking cunt a feral growl comes from the depths of his chest pounding into you with no remorse.

“I’m gonna fill you up so nice and full.” He growls animalistically

“You’re gonna carry my babies that way no one else can have you!” He groans.

“You’re mine!” Wooyoung chants over and over, movements turning ragged and hurried.

With a final thrust you both come undone together, the feeling of Wooyoung’s cock jerking wildly inside of you, his release filling your pussy spilling past your swollen lips. You can’t help but scream feeling your own orgasm crash into you, white specks blurring your vision in the process. Unable to hold your weight up you both plop onto the bed heavy breaths filling the room.

Without saying a word the members leave the room one by one satisfied smirks gracing their face. They were already preparing themselves for the way Wooyoung would tear them apart after you left.

“I hope you enjoyed that because it’s never happening again.” Wooyoung asserts breathlessly tugging you into his arms. You can’t help but snuggle into his chest a satisfied smile gracing your face.

“I only want you.” You whisper, laying a light kiss on his chest feeling your eyes become heavy from exhaustion.

“I’m all yours.” He leaves a lingering kiss on the crown of your head, before letting sleep consume him completely once he feels your breath finally even out.

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[alltimecharlo]

domestic will and mack raising a kid together?? i have such girl dad vibes from them

cute cute cute!!! could be considered as the same parents au i wrote for them before with a daughter :) fic under the cut!🩵

Mack is still grinning when he skates off the ice, sweat-streaked and flushed with the buzz of a win. The Sharks pulled it off at home again, and SAP Center is still echoing with cheers, fans pressed against the glass and holding up homemade signs and jerseys. He high-fives a few teammates, knocks his glove against Will’s as they head toward the tunnel. Will, as always, is smiling at him like he hung the moon.

“Good game, Cap,” Will chirps, nudging into him with the shoulder that scored their third goal. “Not bad for an old man.”

Mack snorts. “Says the guy who got danced in the second.”

Will grins, entirely unbothered. “Still got the assist though.”

Their chirping continues as they make their way down the tunnel, but Mack’s already thinking ahead. Past the showers and the press and the debrief, to the moment he’s really waiting for.

He’s out of his gear as fast as physically possible without drawing suspicion, hair still damp as he pulls on a hoodie and joggers. Will’s the same, hair sticking up in tufts as they make their way out of the locker room. They’ve got a system down by now—media stuff sorted, win bonuses logged, Cat already texted to say she’s waiting at their usual gate.

And there she is.

Cat’s crouched next to the stroller but it’s empty, their little girl already up and bouncing on her toes in a Sharks jersey way too big for her, blonde hair pulled into lopsided pigtails. She lights up like the scoreboard when she sees them.

“Daddy! Dada!”

Mack’s chest swells. There’s nothing—nothing—like the sound of her voice calling for them after a win.

Will’s already jogging forward to scoop her up, lifting her high and spinning her once, both of them giggling. Mack gets there a second later, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she flings one arm around Will and the other toward him, like she can’t pick who she wants more.

“We win?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“Of course we did, baby,” Mack says, pressing his forehead to hers. “We always do when you’re in the crowd.”

“I cheered really loud,” she declares. “Like this! GO SHARKS!”

Cat chuckles behind them, looking like the proud nominated auntie she is. “She was on her feet the whole third period. Nearly scared the guy next to us half to death with that last goal.”

“Good girl,” Will tells her, and she beams like he just told her she’s captain of the team.

They walk together through the halls, Cat catching them up on what she missed during the game—one of the players tripping over a stick, the crowd starting a wave, their daughter nearly launching her foam finger at the ice. Mack holds her on his hip while Will grabs their gear bag, her tiny hand fisted in the front of Mack’s hoodie.

“I want pancakes,” she announces, completely out of nowhere.

Will snorts. “It’s nine p.m.”

She frowns. “But we won.”

“She’s got a point,” Mack says, already envisioning the sleepy pancake party back home, their daughter still in her jersey, syrup smeared across her cheeks. “Victory pancakes.”

Will looks at him, something soft in his expression. He reaches out, brushing his fingers lightly along the back of Mack’s hand. “You spoil her.”

Mack leans in, presses a kiss to Will’s temple. “Wouldn’t you?”

Will glances at their daughter, now halfway asleep on Mack’s shoulder, and nods. “Every single day.”

And they do. Every single day. Because she’s theirs. And they’re hers. And there’s nothing better than coming home to the two best things that have ever happened to him—one with syrup fingers, the other with a goal and a grin that still makes Mack feel eighteen again.

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[heartsforjh]

The Little Girl

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“Mom! Hey, Mom!” Quinn yells, running while waving the picture in the air. 

Ellen’s head snaps over to her son, worried that something is wrong. “Yes, Quinn?” 

“Can I go play with my friend?” he asks, a big smile that she’s never seen before plastered on his face. 

She’s very confused. If he wanted to play with a friend from the rink– he should just do it? “Um… I don’t see why not. Where did this friend come from?” 

“I just made her. She’s so great, and sweet, and nice. And, I mean play in her house, Mom,” he clarifies. This catches the attention of his two brothers. 

“A she?” Luke asks with a cheeky smile, getting in Quinn’s face. 

Quinn lightly pushes on Luke’s chest, causing him to fall back on his butt and right into the snow. “Yes, she’s a she.” 

“Let’s be nice,” Ellen warns all of them before looking back to her eldest. “I don’t know, hon. I think we should just play with this friend outside.” 

“She can’t come outside! She’ll get sick!” he says, exasperated, as if this was common knowledge. 

Jack’s brows furrow. “Why not? She could just wear a coat!” 

“That’s what I said. Apparently not, though. I just said it’s okay anyways. She only gets to watch everyone skate. I want to go inside so she has a friend to play with,” Quinn explains. 

Luke, finally off of the ground, chimes in again. “Is that a picture of her you have?!” 

All Quinn does is smile, hugging the picture against his chest. This intrigues Ellen. She sticks her hand out for the picture, and Quinn gives it to her. 

“Aren’t you scared of dad finding out? If he hears that you were playing instead of practicing, he’ll sell your gear for sure,” Jack asks, concerned for his brother. 

Quinn sighs, Jack’s got a point. “Well, we just won’t tell him. Besides, I’m sure I’ve done enough for today anyways.” 

“She’s darling,” Ellen says with a smile and that’s enough for Luke to nosily go see the little girl. 

He immediately laughs. “She’s little!” 

“So are you!” Jack retorts, knocking Luke down for the second time now. “Let me see her, please.” 

Jack gently takes the picture when his mom hands it to him and smiles. “Oooh… so pretty.” 

“I know! She’s my friend!” Quinn says, snatching the picture from his brother and looking back down at it. “So, mom? Can I go?” 

Ellen is about to answer, expressing her remaining uncertainty, but lucky for Quinn,  Luke pops back up and pushes Jack, starting a fight. 

“I’m not small!” 

“You’re the smallest one out of all of us!” 

“I’m still growing!” 

“We are too!”

Bickering, bickering, and more bickering. That’s all you can hear. Well, that and the sounds of their fists hitting each other with their mom yelling at them to cut it out. 

“Uhhh… sure, Quinn! Go. Go have fun, but I’m coming to get you in a few minutes!” she answers, occupied with prying Luke’s teeth from a screaming and flailing Jack.  Quinn slips the picture of Y/n into his mom’s purse and takes off towards her home, thinking about how he’s never been more thankful for his brother’s stupidity.

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[rekino2114]

I've got a few Lacey requests, if you don't mind! Could you do either: 6. or 20. for Jay with a male reader 12. for Lacey with an equally insecure transfemme reader. You can do any or none of them if you like! Thank you for considering!

Jay being your secret admirer

Pairing:Jay x male reader

A/n:Sorry, I don't write for trans readers just because I'm not trans myself and don't think I could write them well. Hope you still enjoy this. Also, I did this because I wanted to start writing for Jay and Maisie too to celebrate the lacey games trailer. Also, all of my lacey posts will take place in the same au where all of the main girls are dating their own version of y/n cause they need love.

Lately, you've been receiving some weird things on your doorstep. It's nothing creepy, quite the opposite, in fact, it's very romantic things.

It's mostly love letters in which the mysterious sender writes about how much they admire you and love everything about you. They describe everything about you in details and compliments.

The letters are always signed "your secret admirer" and are often accompanied by flowers, your favorite type nonetheless.

While the content isn't creepy in on itself, the fact that your dear friend Lacey had a similar experience with a stalker, which she thankfully managed to get out of, made you uneasy to accept the letters as actual love notes so you decided to talk to your friends about it.

"You have a secret admirer? Dude That's so cool"

"Is it? It kinda makes me uncomfortable"

"O-oh does it?"

"Yeah i mean, remember what happened to Lacey?"

"......yeah"

"It's not that bad, thankfully but still"

"Don't worry if you're ever in danger just tell us, we can help you"

"Thanks girls, you're the best"

"Don't mention it, it's the least we could do"

You all fist bumped each other and then you started talking with Jay, which seemed uncharacteristically nervous

"Hey Jay, wanna go skating today I know-"

"N-no it's fine I'll just hang out with Lacey and Maisie"

You looked at her a bit suspiciously but shrugged and left, saying goodbye to everyone. Jay breathed a sigh of relief seeing you go away, since she probably couldn't have kept a straight face anymore around her crush, but quickly got worried again as she saw her friends approaching her with teasing smirks on their faces

"Soooo when are you gonna tell him?"

"Eh? W-what are you talking about dude, I don't have to tell h-him a-anything"

"..............."

".....is it that obvious?"

"I mean........."

"It's a miracle he didn't find out yet"

".....y-yeah"

"Why didn't you just confess?"

"You have any idea how hard it is? I was sweating just writing the letter"

"But why? I'm sure he loves you too, you two basically always hang out"

"I don't think so, he probably thinks of me as just a friend"

"Why do you think so?"

"I mean I'm not girly like you two I don't think he-"

"Stop it there, Jay, you're amazing in your own way, and if y/n really loved you, then he'll do it because of who you are"

"Oh.....thanks lacey...i-i didn't expect you to say that"

"O-oh thank you, m-my partner says stuff like these all the time to me so......it just stuck I guess"

"Well did you hear her? Go and get your man, it's even valentine's day so it's perfect"

"Yeah! Thanks dudes!"

Jay said goodbye to her friends and quickly skated away to pick up another bouquet of your favorite flowers and one of the letters she had already written, then rang the doorbell to your house and took a deep breath to calm herself as she saw the door opening

"Hm? Jay? What's with......the....flowers"

"Hey dude, i-i mean y/n, so yeah I'm your secret admirer, please don't think I'm weird I wasn't stalking you or anything I just really know your face, a-and was too scared to confess. I want you to know that everything I said in the letters was true, I really, really like you.....a-and so....wanna be my boyfriend?"

"......I'd love to"

".....wait seriously?"

"Of course, I love you too Jay, I never confessed cause I thought you only thought of me as a friend"

"Really dude!? Me too! I thought I was way too boyish to be your type"

"What are you saying? I love tomboys and you especially"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're so cool, I love how boyish you are if anything, it makes you special and so I love that"

"W-wow that's great! So are we like a thing or something now?"

You smiled and hugged her, making her blush, then proceeded to kiss her on the lips. She loved your lips so much that she couldn't help but feel disappointed when you pulled back

"Does that answer your question?"

"D-definitely"

"OK so now wanna go skate? As a couple"

"Sure thing dude! I bet it feels so much better than skating as just friends"

"I'm sure it does"

[lovesickgrlsrh0t]

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(implied skater!matt x rich!reader, but can be read as any au)

matt didn't know what to expect when he came back from the skate park and saw a video from you, but it certainly wasn't this.

the small smile stretched across your shiny lips as you slipped off your robe to reveal expensive blue lingerie (you had it specially made to make sure it matched his eyes) was already enough to make him cream his pants, but the video just kept going.

"missed you matty, i need you s-so bad..."

matt takes out his now weeping cock to try and soothe the ache in his belly as he slowly stroked it. you suck on your fingers, spreading your legs to slip them into your crying core.

matt's hooded eyes remained glued to his screen as you moan his name. your hardened nipples pressed against the fabric, making matt wish he was there to suck on them.

"can't do it as well as you, baby. need you to fill me up.." the image of you batting your lashes as you circled your clit was one was straight out of his dreams. matt fucks into his fist, groaning your name quietly in time with your whines.

"h-holy shit, i'm gonna cum- m'gonna cum for you, matty." you said, rolling your hips as the lewd sounds of your cunt got louder. "that's right, baby; go ahead and cum f'me." matt murmured under his breath just as you reach your peak, moaning his name.

thick ropes of cum covered matt's screen once you sucked your release off your fingers. "tastes good...but not as good as yours, daddy." you blew a kiss into camera before turning the camera off.

a/n: quick little blurb bcs of skater!matt & rich!reader brainrot

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[palajae]

you and me.

PAIRING... skater!niki x skater!reader | GENRE… figure skating! au, romance, angst, fluff, unconditional love.? | WC... 0.4k | “can we please go back to how we were?”

you cut straight to the point. there was no hesitation and second guessing with niki, there never was. you sit on the bench with your skates still on, an awkward distance away from niki.

“i saw online. why did you say that you wish you were skating partners with haerin instead?” 

you had never once felt threatened by haerin. she was a nice, gorgeous, talented skater with her own partner. but to hear your own partner, the one you built years of trust and connection with, supposedly throw it all away was heartbreaking. 

“what? it wasn’t like that. i just said it in a moment of frustration. plus, she just wanted some reassurance. that’s all. you know i could never leave you-“

“could or would?” you cut him off sharply. “because it seems like you’re willing to throw this all away.”

your red hands clench into fists. 

you can feel him getting defensive, the furrow between his eyebrows prominent. 

“y/n, what are you saying? there’s no need to get mad, everyone knows how close we are but i guess she didn’t. i promise i just said it to make my girlfriend feel better.” 

he only ever made that face when he was focusing on catching you safely, making sure you weren’t hurt. 

“so you’re letting her get in between our relation-our partnership? our careers?”

this time you’re looking straight at him, searching for any signs of what he was thinking. 

he pauses, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts before he said something too emotional, too harsh. 

“what happened to keeping our personal and professional lives separate?”

you narrow your eyes at him, “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

niki exhales, scooting closer.

“okay. you’re right. i’m sorry. it won’t happen again. you’re the only one for me. can we please get back on track and focus? can we please go back to how we were?”

you sigh, “it’s not that easy, niki. you have a girlfriend now and obviously, it’s clear she isn’t happy with how we were before.” 

whatever “we were before” meant.

he rubs a hand over his face. 

“fine. but at least let me ask you this. why do you care so much? you never did in the past with the other girls i dated. you’ve been acting so strange after i started seeing haerin-i thought we wouldn’t let these kinds of things get in between us…” 

you don’t say anything, so he continues, 

“it’s not like we were dating, we probably won’t ever.”

out of all the times you and niki had both said that—to your fans, to your friends, to your family—

this one hurt the most. 

because he was right. and it felt so wrong. 

so you take your chance to leave before it showed. but it didn’t matter, because he knew. he always did.

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[bitchinbarzal]

The Missing Ring | Just Fine AU

It starts innocently enough.

Elodie is sitting across from Clayton at the breakfast table, her tiny hands gripping a spoon as she focuses very seriously on her cereal.

Kaia is by the counter, sipping coffee, flipping through her planner, half-listening to Elodie ramble about her class’s upcoming pajama day.

Everything is normal.

Until, “Daddy?”

Elodie’s little voice is curious, careful.

Clayton looks up, halfway through taking a bite of toast “Yeah, bug?”

Elodie’s nose scrunches up “Where’s your ring?”

Kaia freezes.

She glances at Clayton’s left hand—at his bare ring finger—before her eyes snap up to his.

Clayton pauses, his chewing slowing significantly.

Kaia narrows her eyes “Clayton”

He immediately puts his toast down “Okay, before anyone panics—”

“Oh no!”

Elodie gasps, her tiny hands flying to her cheeks like she’s just realized the worst thing in the world.

Kaia groans, already rubbing her temple.

“El—”

“Daddy doesn’t love you anymore!”

Clayton chokes on his toast “What?! No!”

Kaia sighs, watching as Elodie’s little lip wobbles, her brown eyes wide and devastated.

Elodie gasps again, gripping the edge of the table “Are you still married?!”

Clayton immediately stands, hands raised in defense. “Yes! Yes! I just—uh—” He hesitates. “I… lost it.”

Kaia closes her eyes.

Elodie gasps even louder “Daddy!”

Clayton groans, running a hand through his hair “I know, I know! It came off at practice, and I thought I put it in my locker, but then it wasn’t there, and—”

“So you lost it?” Kaia asks, voice dangerously calm.

Clayton sighs, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah.”

Elodie sniffs dramatically, looking between them “So… you’re not married anymore?”

Clayton immediately crouches in front of her, his hands on her little knees. “Bug, we are definitely still married. Rings don’t make a marriage—Mommy and I loving each other forever does.”

Elodie sniffs again, still unsure “Then why do you wear them?”

Clayton pauses “Uh—well—it’s a, uh, symbol.”

Kaia smirks, arms crossed “You’re doing great, babe.”

Clayton shoots her a look before turning back to Elodie “It’s just a way to show everyone that I’m married to Mommy. But even if I don’t have it on, we’re still married.”

Elodie pouts “But I like the rings”

Clayton sighs, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear “I know, bug. That’s why I promise I’ll find it.”

Elodie crosses her arms, still not fully convinced “You better”

They tear the house apart.

The bedroom, the bathroom, the laundry hamper—because Clayton has lost many things to the depths of the washing machine before.

Nothing.

So they move on to the rink.

Elodie marches into the locker room with determination, her tiny fists clenched.

She points at Clayton’s stall “Check again”

Clayton sighs, opening his locker, digging through it with Elodie standing beside him, hands on her hips like she’s supervising.

“Found it!”

Clayton grins, holding it up “It was in my skate bag”

Kaia shakes her head, watching as Elodie lets out a dramatic sigh of relief.

She turns to Kaia, nodding very seriously “You can stay married”

Kaia snorts “Oh, good”

Elodie grabs the ring from Clayton and thrusts it into his palm “You can’t lose it again, Daddy”

“I won’t, bug” Clayton promises “I’ll be more careful”

Elodie frowns, clearly not convinced.

“I know!” She gasps, her little face lighting up “Tie it to your skate!”

Clayton blinks “Uh—”

“That way” Elodie continues, ignoring him “it’ll never come off when you’re playing!”

Kaia grins, watching the absolute panic in Clayton’s eyes “That’s an interesting idea, baby”

Clayton clears his throat “Uh, well—”

“DO IT.”

Elodie’s tiny arms are crossed, her face dead serious.

Kaia loses it.

Clayton groans, looking between his wife and his daughter—one cackling, the other dead serious.

“I have lost control of this family” he mutters, slipping the ring back onto his finger.

Kaia presses a kiss to his cheek, still laughing “But you love us anyway”

Clayton sighs, kissing her back “Yeah, yeah. Forever.”

Elodie nods approvingly “Good”

[azsazz]

Penance

Hockey Player!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel can't keep his hands to himself. A modern hockey AU.

Warnings: Fighting

Word Count: 970 (lol i wish it was way longer)

Notes: Welcome to the Hockey AU 😏

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You’ll never understand how your boyfriend gets into so many fights, but here you are again, watching him pummel another player into the ice.

The crowd screams wildly around you so loudly it’s nearly deafening. There’s a chill to the air only the ice emits, the rest of the atmosphere is filled with the heat of bodies, stench of beer and stadium popcorn, and a little bit like body odor. The mostly male fans around you clutch their drinks in their hands as they throw their arms up, egging on the brawl in the rink. You’re sure if you were sitting closer, you might be able to smell the blood splattering the pristine, white ice.

“Come on, Azriel,” you mutter, wringing your fingers together. It’s said a little in disappointment and a lot in encouragement. It’s tough to watch; a player on the Springview Wolves had checked him into the glass. It hadn’t been a nice check either, all but shoving Azriel’s face into the boards. His eyes had gone dark in a millisecond, spinning on his skate and chucking his stick to the ground, his gloves following.

The player had already turned away—Warrick, number 22, the back of his jersey reads—when Az had spun around to give him a taste of his own medicine, and the hit looked dirty on your boyfriend's side because of it, hitting a player who seemed unassuming. Tamlin, number 22’s name is, you know this because Azriel and a few of his teammates had been complaining about the blond haired player all week, saying how the coach only puts him in to start fights, the rest of the time he’s usually a duster, collecting cobwebs on the bench.

Gods, you hope Azriel doesn’t lose any teeth this time.

The pair seem to mostly be wrestling right now, trying to keep their balance as their skates slide against the slick ice and the referees try to tear them apart. But once players start tussling, there’s no breaking them up until one of them hits the ice.

The benches of both teams are going crazy, shouting and hitting their sticks against the partitions. You think you saw the team captain of the Velaris Bats, Rhysand, trying to jump onto the ice to join, but the coach had held him back by the scruff of his uniform.

Cassian had already been on the ice, a winger like Azriel. The pair were nearly untouchable on the ice. It’s as if they had twin telepathy, always scoring points off of one another. He shucked his own gloves off and started a fight with another player for the hell of it, living up to his nickname ‘bloodshed.’ It looks like he’s taking on one of the Vanserra brothers, the younger, Lucien. 

You don’t know what the hell their mother ate when she was pregnant with them, three of her seven sons in the NHL. Eris, the eldest, plays on the Auburn Foxes, while her second born, Pyrolas, has been with the Badgers. That is always a team you dread watching the Bats play. With the amount of fights Pyrolas starts and finishes, it’s a surprise the hot-headed player is still welcome on any team.

Azriel knocks one of Tamlin’s legs out from under him but his competitor doesn’t go down yet, keeping himself propped up on a knee. They’re punching wildly, hitting more helmets than skin, but crimson paints the ice from split knuckles.

You chew on your lip, praying that it ends soon. It’s gruesome, and now that Cassian has joined in, grinning feral with bloody teeth, other players have joined the fray. The referees are useless, and they can only watch the onslaught of Bats players fist-fighting with the Wolves.

The coaches are screaming their heads off from the benches, but there’s too much testosterone in the air for any of the players to hear, let alone take their threats seriously. You know Cassian’s going to be punished in practice for starting a team-wide brawl, and you hope Azriel won’t be added to that punishment.

Tamlin gets in a good hit to the face, cutting the bridge of Azriel’s nose on his helmet. You sigh sadly. You love his nose, all straight and perfect. Something low in your stomach twists, thinking about a scar cutting across the bridge of it. 

Azriel retaliates not with words, but his fists. He tugs the back of Tamlin’s lavender jersey over his head and pummels him, hands moving so fast the blinded player can’t keep up. His fingers scrabble for purchase, clawing into Azriel’s black jersey, but it doesn’t seem to make the man falter at all. 

Finally, Tamlin takes the fall, sliding the rest of the way to the ice. Azriel has his hand pressed to Warrick’s back, keeping him pressed to the ice, his left hand cocked, ready to deliver another blow should he need to. 

A referee skates in, pulling your boyfriend away from the felled player. He ushers Azriel to the penalty box while someone else collects his stick and gloves. Miraculously, his helmet sits on his head, and he’s handed a towel to wipe the blood from his face and knuckles, and Azriel looks beyond pissed off.

Cassian’s ejected from the game, but it doesn’t look much like he cares, receiving pats on the back and friendly shoves from his teammates. He thrives on the bloodshed, Mother help whoever locks him down. They’ll be dealing with eternally busted knuckles and missing teeth. 

The few minutes Azriel has to spend in the sin-bin are long, but at least you can take a moment to calm your racing heart, knowing he can’t start a fight while he’s in time-out for his actions.

The only thing you have to worry about is the remaining period after he gets out of it.

[lushrue]

hockeyteam!141 headcanons

wanted to write more for this au but i don't have enough creative juices for a part 2 yet, so have some hcs about the 141 + some reader backstory! 💖

price (#35)

has been playing since he was a kid, found something he was good at and stuck to it

skate guards, stick tape, mouthguard, everything is blue because that’s his favorite color

gets really concerned when any one of his guys goes down on the ice, he’s usually right there beside the team medic until they shoo him away

is the first one back in the locker room after a game to greet the others with a fist bump or a high five for a job well done

(ghost thinks it’s corny, but he always asks for a fist bump after a particularly tough match)

ghost (#42)

picked up the sport as an escape from family life, it was an outlet to let out his rage and he took it

carries around a communal bottle of peroxide for washing jerseys

sometimes, the other guys on the team will give him their bloody gear cause no one can get the stains out as good as he can

technically, gaz gave him his nickname first (“you’re like a bloody spectre out there, mate”) but soap was the one that made sure it stuck

is definitely the guy on the team that yells at everyone else when they aren’t paying attention to price

has gotten called the captain’s pet more than once for it, too

really likes the flavor of red gatorade, but he doesn’t like how it stains his teeth

soap (#07)

started playing when he got kicked off of his youth football/soccer team for being too aggressive, parents picked a more physical sport for him

definitely chews on his mouthguard when the game is getting close, will chew on it regardless if he’s been on the bench for too long

gets really annoyed with how sweaty the mohawk gets under his helmet and has fully considered buzzing his whole head multiple times

chirps both on and off the ice, started an all-out brawl by calling another player a “sack of yankee-dankee-doodle gobshite” once (yes, he got it from gordon ramsay)

once he puts those pads on, he will do anything and everything price tells him to do

refill his water bottle? done. grab the whiteboard so he can sketch something out? it’s already in his hand.

speaking of sketching, johnny really likes to draw and has drawn everyone on the team at one point or another

gaz (#74)

definitely was one of those kids that played every sport they could

this man was in hockey, rugby, football, anything that would let him sign up and give him a position to play

price handpicked him for the minor league team after seeing him play in a local match (still had to run it by the head coach, laswell, though)

dances in his seat on the bench in between plays and has definitely bribed the announcer to play some of his favorite songs during the intermissions

is relatively quiet on and off the ice until he sees something he doesn’t like

once, someone landed a pretty nasty hit on price and kyle got himself ejected from the game fighting with the ref over the lack of penalty

bonus reader hcs!

i want to leave most of the physical characteristics vague (gender, hair color, etc.) but i have some backstory for the reader in this au!

decided they want to be a figure skater after watching the olympics with their parents as a kid

they started classes as young as an instructor would take them, and before that, they made their mom take them to the ice rink every day after school

always refuse to compete with a partner because they got burned by an almost-dating situation when they were in high school

as much as their coach keeps trying to get them to do upbeat routines to rock/pop music, they’ve always preferred the more flowy routines to instrumentals

despite that, they always warm up to divorced dad rock

gonna write a pt 2 for the story soon, so stay tuned!

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating (not on you). egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - A

A is for the addiction Wally develops for hot cherry kisses.

He grabs you by the wrist between classes, pulls you into the empty boy's locker room, and crowds you against a locker. Coaxes a thigh between your legs and fists a hand into your hair, angling your head perfectly before he descends.

Deep kisses shallow and then break as he moves to graze the tip of his nose along your neck.

"That's it, baby," He says, sandpaper-rough, nudging thick, hard muscle against your pussy. Tiny motions, barely perceptible, but so fucking good. "You like that, don't you?" Humid breath tickles the sensitive skin behind your ear, "Come on. Want you to wreck those pretty little panties for me."

And he slips a hand between your bodies, under the waistband of your low-rise jean skirt, and curls two fingers into you, coating them liberally before he slip-slides them up a fraction and begins rubbing your clit in slow, delirious circles.

You shudder against him, nails digging into his back over his t-shirt. God, his jeans are ruined, the wet stain spreading, and, shit, fuck, he hears you choke on a moan as your body stiffens in ecstasy.

He slams his mouth to yours just as you cry out, swallowing the rest of the sound before anyone can hear it. Wally gentles the kiss, parts with a smack, and rests his forehead against yours while you catch your breath.

"Such a good girl," He praises, combing your hair back with his clean hand, thumb smoothing across the arc of your cheek. Careful. Kind. A ruse because then he drops to his knees, slides his hands up your skirt, and yanks your panties down to your ankles.

You step out of them, a little lightheaded, a lot spent, not even bothering to complain when he shoves them in his pocket. Wally maneuvers you to the door with a hand on your ass and a bite to your shoulder, says he'll see you in class—that he has to change into his gym shorts because of the mess you made.

"Your fault," You remind him, and hell yeah it is, he already wants to do it again.

He takes care of himself under a lukewarm shower and, ten minutes later waltzes into History late, shit-eating grin wide, dismissing Ms. Fields' warnings with a loose salute. He slides into his seat at the back of the class where he revels in the looks the other students give him. That Janet bores into the side of his head.

Wally's mouth is still sticky—he was careful not to get it wet—the taste of your lip gloss syrupy-sweet whenever he presses his lips together. He can't get enough, wants more—needs more—the thought loud and all-consuming.

He answers Ms. Fields when she calls on him, reciting what he knows about the Dust Bowl, but as soon as Ms. Fields moves on, his eyes skate back to you. And Janet's right there, sitting next to him, watching him watch you. Outright. Shameless.

When you peek over your shoulder, he holds your gaze as he licks his lips with intention, the action layered with all the dirty fantasies he's had since walking into the room.

There's a fresh sheen of gloss on a smile that raises one corner of your mouth as you pick up what Wally's putting down.

Janet seethes in her seat.

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