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Puck Me Hard Pucked knees
Noah’s P.O.VI knew I was fucked the second I stepped onto the ice. My head was pounding in a dull nauseating throb that made my vision blur at the edges. And to make matters worse, I’d forgotten to put my contacts in, so everything was blurry as if I was looking at the world through a dirty windshield. It didn’t help that my stomach was still churning alcohol. And the noises of the skates against ice and puck, they kept stabbing straight through my skull and of course, Coach fucking noticed.“Get your head on straight, Carter. Or get the hell off my ice.”My grip on my stick tightened as a few of the rookies snickered.I deserved that. I knew I deserved that. I’d skipped practice, and now I was showing up hung-over and sort of half-drunk and sweating out last night’s shenanigans. But I was already pissed off and humiliated by Coach O’Rourke when I joined them this morning. He called me aside once I skated out and chewed me out for missing practice and my irresponsibility because of
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-18Puck Me Hard Smashr
Dorian’s P.O.VCarter had some fucking nerve.Ignoring my texts after running out on me that night like I was some kind of mistake he had to scrub off his skin. This was why I never messed with people like him. And that was the fucking cue I needed to let it go; let him crawl back into whatever straight-boy delusion he was living in and move the fuck on. But anytime I saw his face, all I could think about was how good he’d looked falling apart under me. How easy it would be to make him crack again, and how much I wanted to be the one to do it.But I needed to remember that a game was all this was fucking allowed to mean to me. Get Carter to give into his needs for me, make him fall, and then remind him what it felt like to be stepped on. That was my plan so I wasn’t supposed to take Carter running out on me personally. So why the fuck did it feel personal? It felt as though I was…a dirty secret that Noah was trying to run away from. As I watched him skate onto the ice, still managin
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-19Puck Me Hard On Read
Dorian's P.O.VMy brows furrowed as the name struck a chord. Smashr….Smashr…where had I heard–It suddenly hit me like a pile of bricks. Smashrs was a fucking gay hookup site. The kind where guys traded dick pics like Pokemon cards and set up quick, meaningless fucks in parking lots and seedy hotel rooms. I stared at the notification for a long time, my stomach churning with rage. So this was why he ignored my tests after he ran out on me and hid behind a fucking light pole instead of talking to me. Rage and curiosity boiled something bitter in me and I pressed the home button, frowning as the lock screen popped up. It was a six-digit passcode.For a moment, I was lost, but then, I knew Carter was the type to keep the books on his table arranged in a particular color order. So I tried in his locker combination, repeating it twice.Bin-fucking-go! The screen unlocked. I swiped up and tapped the smashr notification and instantly Carter’s inbox filled my screen.40+ fucking messages.. M
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-19Puck Me Hard Captain Hayes.
Dorian's P.O.VThe vibration of my phone that I'd somehow shoved beneath my pillow woke me up. and when I looked around, I saw it was already morning. Yawning I picked up my phone and saw it was a notification from Smashr, specifically from DickensDatBooty.Blinking, I opened the message.DickensDatBooty: Sorry for disappearing last night. Pain meds knocked me out.Relief flooded my veins and I pushed out a hot breath, letting my head sink back into the pillow. If been so worried that my plan had already going up in flames and Carter had caught on to the fact that I was cat fishing him. but fucking clearly, everything was still on track. Rubbing the last traces of sleep away from my eyes, I started to thumb out a response, and then deleted it. Redline87 shouldn't know that Noah had an injury on the ice. I had to play dumb.Me: Oh, what happened?A few seconds later, three dots bubbled up and his message came in DickensDatBooty: It's not a big deal. I just fell down some stairs and
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-20Puck Me Hard Completely Useless
Dorian’s P.O.VI was bleeding. My mouthguard didn’t do shit to protect my tongue from the bite of my teeth and I could taste the goddam copper in my mouth. If I had to bend in that faceoff circle against the smug center of the Cornwall’s team again, I was going to slice my wrist with the metal blades attached to my skates.I was as close to losing myself and this entire game.Since the first two periods and twenty-eight minutes of the most frustrating hockey games I’d ever played, I’d been ready to snap my fucking stick in half. The Cornwall team has had a perfect first half season last year with zero losses. How was I supposed to compete against those with just ten hours training on taking a position I so fucking clearly wasn’t cut out for.My eye kept flicking to Noah where he sat, sidelined on the bench, looking like a caged animal. I hated seeing him there, looking useless when he was the reason I even had to take the goddamn position. A distant part of me knew I should be loving
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-21Puck Me Hard Be Real With Me
Dorian’s P.O.VI crouched behind a stack of gear bags, sweat still clinging to my neck from the game we just fucking smashed. My chest was heaving, high off the win, but I was here searching for Noah because he vanished after the final buzzer. Seeing the man towering over him come into view with Noah just standing there, arms crossed, head-dipped low, and looking like a kicked puppy instead of the smug, golden-boy captain I was used to hating, my throat worked with difficulty and it became increasingly hard to just stand by but I knew I needed to see and hear this.“You are a goddamn embarrassment, Noah,” the guy snarled, his voice gravelly and spiteful. From where I was, I could see his face which was literally an older and more refined version of Noah's. They had the same blue eyes, only his held disdain for a son he was supposed to love while Noah's held...emptiness. “I drove six hours to watch you play, and what do I get? Useless excuses from you. Concussion and a Knee sprain? eve
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-22Puck Me Hard Scriptwriting Contest
Noah’s P.O.VEver since that game that punched our ticket to regionals, the one I didn’t even play in, I’d felt ths weird, jittery freedom. Sure, Dad had slashed my allowance to practically nothing, and I wouldn’t be sitting through Mom’s stiff, overcooked birthday dinner this year, pretending to be Easton Carter’s perfect golden boy. My knee still throbbed sometimes, a dull ache that flared anything I shifted wrong. But honestly, I didn’t care as much as I thought I would. No alllowance meant I’d run lean on food, but I could scrape by. And that birthday dinner was something I’d always hated–sitting there with a fake smile, choking down dry roast while surrounded by dad’s businessmen and sportsmen that he never failed to parade me in front of them. So yeah, screw it. On the bright side, this injury I had brought me time. Time to crack open books and sink into beautiful fictional worlds without the weight of captain duties crushing my chest. I felt free, like a bird finally flapping
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-23Puck Me Hard A fight
Noah's P.O.V A week after that book conference, I had just finished my last class of the day and was making my way down the corridor, contemplating a day in the gym to test how strong my knees had gotten, that's even if they healed at all, when a rough hand grabbed my arm and yanked me sideways. My back hit the wall of an empty classroom before I even had time to react. My brain stuttered, heart slamming into my ribs as I half-expected to see Dorian standing there, green eyes glaring at me. But it was Jaxon and he looked furious than I'd ever seen him in my life. “When the fuck were you planning to tell me?" He was breathing hard, eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place, and my first instinct was to shove him off me. “What the hell is your problem?” I demanded, shaking off my disorientation. “Jesus, Jax, what is—” “The locks,” He stepped closer, his sneakers squeaking on the tile. “The locks to your apartment, Noah. They’ve been changed.” For a moment, I just blinked at
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-24
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Puck Me Hard Mark?
Noah's POVChristmas Eve, and I felt like roadkill that had been rained on, run over twice, and forgotten on the side of the road. My nose was clogged, my head was pounding, and my limbs felt like they’d been stuffed with wet socks. The apartment echoed with silence and I just felt so fucking miserable..Liam had left for “practice” three days ago. Practice. On Christmas week. Sure. I wasn’t stupid. Even NHL players got time off for the holidays. But I didn’t ask questions. It was his place, not mine. He could go to Jupiter and I’d still have to be grateful for the four walls and overpriced furniture.I shuffled to the door like a corpse when the bell rang, dragging the blanket off the bed with me like it was my emotional support animal. A tissue hung out of my nostril, clutched in one hand like my last shred of dignity.I was already mentally preparing myself for the sight of a package guy or maybe Mark, here to guilt-trip me into watching Elf for the fifth time. But when I opened th
Puck Me Hard Go Get Him
Dorian’s POV“Twenty-nine... thirty.”The bar slammed back into place with a satisfying clang, my arms trembling slightly from the weight. My chest rose and fell, slick with sweat, and I laid there on the bench for a second, staring at the ceiling of the mostly empty university gym like it had answers. It didn’t.Groaning, I wiped my face with the towel I slung over the rod, then sat up and shook out my arms. The pain was good. It kept me focused and grounded. It had only been a week and a day since I started seriously training again, but my body was already responding—bulking, hardening, becoming familiar again. Something I could control. conditioning and playing ice hockey for the last few weeks of the championship season also helped a lot.Anyhow, I made my way to the floor-length mirror at the far end of the gym, bare-chested, my joggers hanging low on my hips. My reflection stared back at me and not to be a conceited asshole but I was impressed. My arms which had begun to thin wh
Puck Me Hard Someone I used to be.
NoahIf you favoured Minnesota in the winter, the beautiful snow covered scape and curling up in front of a fire place with a hot whipped coffee, then you'd definitely find Miami offensive as fuck. It was less than a week to Christmas and the sun was out. It wasn’t even noon and it was already making a damn spectacle of itself, glaring down on my windshield like I owed it money. I had the AC blasting, sunglasses on, and I was still squinting like a mole dragged out of his burrow.it was insane. The only tell tale sign it was winter was definitely the over the top decorations along every single building I'm driving past and the string lights around trees that'd be lighted up at night.My phone suddenly buzzed where it was mounted on the dash, dragging me from my observation. I tapped the screen and my second bestfriend's name flashed across it. biting back a grin, I answered the call but before I could even say hello, her voice exploded through the car like a battle cry.“NOAH FUCKING
Puck Me Hard Hate Me
Dorian's P.O.VIf I thought the Carter mansion looked stunning at night, it was even more ridiculous in daylight. It wasn't just an house but an estate, looking like something off a postcard. I sat behind the wheel of Susie’s tiny car, jaw slack as I stared up at the sprawling estate. Massive hedges shaped into clean-cut shapes of cherubims. The last time it had been in shapes of chess pieces or I may have been mistaken looking at it in the night. Anyway, the pillars gleamed like they were carved from marble, and a few people in uniform swarming the front lawn like busy bees, stringing up massive Christmas garlands. It was literally a whole operation. Frosted wreaths, gold-dipped reindeers, strings of lights being looped over every surface that could take them.Of course, they had a whole staff for this. Rich people didn't climb ladders to decorate their house for Christmas. It was just perfect I caught them at this time. Shit.I opened the car door and stepped out, my shoes muted
Puck Me Hard apology to readers.
Hello guys! Author here! I'm so sorry about the last chapter. I would love to launch into an explanation of why that happened but the words count for "authors notes" is very limited. (But it's a honest mistake.)It won't happen again and to show I'm really sorry.I'm making the next chapter free and adding it to this note.so here.Championship Season.Dorian's P.O.VDORIANThree weeks laterI shoved the door open with my shoulder, the tiny bell jingling in that annoying, rusty way it always did. The strip mall lights outside cast long shadows across the linoleum floor. Everything smelled like synthetic pine and warm plastic—exactly like a place that sold discount dish soap and almost expired soda should.At the front desk, Susie didn’t even look up. Her eyes were glued to the little TV mounted up in the corner like a shrine. Snorting at the reindeer jacket she had on--please it looked absolutely ridiculous --I blinked, pausing halfway into the store. That was me on the screen, liftin
Puck Me Hard Choosing Myself
Noah's P.O.V The long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my family’s mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness. I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself. Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat. "Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors
Puck Me Hard Choosing Myself
Noah's P.O.VThe long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my family’s mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness.I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself.Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat."Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors and
Puck Me Hard Quitting announcement
Noah's P.O.VThe bass thudded so hard through the walls it rattled the red Solo cup in my hand. I wasn't even sure what I was drinking anymore but it clearly was something sweet and carbonated that burned my throat going down. It didn’t matter anyway because I was here to get shit faced drunk and forget why I even was alive.I leaned back against the wall of the sorority house, blinking against the strobe lights flashing through the crowd. There were bodies all around me. Everyone was sweaty, drunk and sloshing drinks everywhere. However I felt...empty as though I was watching it all through a thick glass window.But even through the blur of it, my eyes kept betraying me as they flickered back to where Dorian stood surrounded by a small harem of girls. All of them were gorgeous—perfect bodies, perfect makeup, shrieking with laughter at whatever bullshit he was saying.I couldn't stopooking at him.I kept telling myself not to and just be normal, have fun and to let go, but every damn
Puck Me Hard Frozen Four
Noah’s P.O.VIt has been three days since that Thanksgiving dinner with Jaxon’s family and I swear to God, it might as well have been three years with how fucking hectic everything got afterward. Long hours, harder drills, screaming matches on the ice because Coach kept grinding us down to the bone. Everyone was running on fumes, trying to stay sharp for the last (8th) game of the regionals, but I felt like I was back in fucking hell week.On the...somewhat...bright side, Dorian was finally back with us. Coach had unbenched him after I promised to not let our personal relationship or the lack of it affect the twam , and for a minute, I thought things might go back to normal. Dorian stayed out of my way during practice and he'd gone back to his usual animosity, not speaking to anyone before and after practice. But when it came time for Coach to list the starting lineup for the final games, Dorian’s name wasn’t on it. I caught the flicker of hurt that crossed his face when Coach said i
