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Puck 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-02-24Puck Me Hard BOOM_BA_YAH
Noah’s P.O.V Ever since I bolted out of Dorian’s room like a coward, the last time I’d ever been in close proximity with him was at the game where I ended up punching him in the face. I felt so cowardly and disgusted with myself after, that I had Jaxon’s roommate switch rooms with me so I didn’t have to face Dorian when he returned to the hotel room. Fear was a bitch and it had me running from the only one who’s ever made me feel emotions so strongly it resonated down to my bone. I was a gutless bastard, too terrified to own up to the way Dorian set me on fire. I’d known that I couldn’t avoid Dorian forever especially since I would soon return to hockey, but I’d hoped to drag it out for as long as I could because I couldn’t give Dorian the answers to the questions he would ask me. They were too raw to be spoken out loud and that was why I could only share it over text with Redline87. But when I heard Dorian had gotten into a fight with that meathead, Matt, and was in a really bad fuck
Last Updated : 2025-02-25Puck Me Hard Trust
Noah’s P.O.VI woke up way too fucking early, sunlight barely creeping through the blinds, but my heart was already hammering like I’d chugged three Red Bulls. It was stupid how excited I was just to see Dorian again, to grab my damn clothes from him. After last night—fuck, that shower, his mouth, the way he’d owned me—I couldn’t shake him. I’d been a coward for too long, holding back when every inch of me screamed to run toward him, not away. I rolled out of bed, dick half-hard just thinking about that heated green eyes glinting under the bathroom light, and stumbled into the shower. The hot water did nothing to calm me down; it just made me think of him slick and naked, smirking at me like he knew every dirty thought in my head.As soon as I scrubbed myself clean, I threw on a hoodie and jeans, and bolted out of the frat house like my ass was on fire. The walk to Dorian’s dorm was a blur—my pulse thumped in my ears, and I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or anticipation. His piercing
Last Updated : 2025-02-26Puck Me Hard Weekend Getaway
Noah’s P.O.VDorian pulled the old Chevy to a stop, a sputtering noise echoing from its engine before it finally stopped. We’d been driving for hours, the Minnesota wilderness stretching out endlessly until a little cottage appeared, nestled against a glassy lake that shimmered under the afternoon sun. In the silence that followed, I glanced over at Dorian. His long fingers were still gripping the wheel and his knuckles were scraped raw from his fight with Matt. The swelling around his eyes had lessened a lot, but honestly, Dorian was the only one I knew who still managed to look scrumptious while he was roughed up. When he noticed me looking at him, he flicked his green eyes to me for a second, before he yanked the keys out of the ignition.Neither of us said a word as we alighted and Dorian rounded the car to the trunk, opened it, and pulled out our bags before tossing mine at me. My fingers closed around the worn strap, still not sure why the fuck I even let him drive me here.Stil
Last Updated : 2025-02-27
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Puck Me Hard Unwarranted Jealousy
Dorian's P.O.VI felt like shit as I realized Jaxon knew the guy in the picture was me. It wasn't surprisingly really seeing as he caught us at the store just a few days ago, but the hatred in his eyes as he glared at me made me feel sick to my stomach.Because Jaxon was right. I was hiding and letting Noah stomach all of it. I stood frozen when I should have stepped in and protected him. I let everyone stare at him as if he was broken while I played the part of the nonchalant aloof guy. But in reality, I was just a fucking coward.After Jaxon finished, no one dared to say a word. They just looked away and got dressed. With a sneer on his face Jaxon retreated back to his locker which was next to Noah's and they began discussing in hushed tones. Noah said something in a low voice to Jaxon, and Jaxon nodded, keeping his hand on Noah’s shoulder, protective as hell. They stayed like that for a minute, with Noah talking and Jaxon listening. Like they were in their own bubble.Jealousy burn
Puck Me Hard Brotherhood
Dorian's P.O.V.Noah didn’t say a fucking word or look at anyone. He just pulled his gear on with this quiet, rigid dignity that made my chest ache. His hands shook only once, when he started to fix on his skates.. I caught it—of course I fucking did. My eyes hadn’t left him for more than a second since he walked in.The silence in the locker room was worse than shouting. Worse than punches. It was the kind of quiet that clung to your skin, crawled under your clothes and made your spine itch. Like everyone was pretending he wasn’t there, like if they didn’t speak, maybe he’d vanish.Hell, even Matt—the fucking loudmouth who never shut the fuck up—was quiet.It felt like the fucking Twilight Zone.I wanted someone to say something. Anything. Shout. Fight. Even spit. Just fucking acknowledge the elephant in the room. But no—this kind of silence was a different kind of violence. One Noah didn’t deserve.I hated every goddamn second of it. The door suddenly flew open, slamming against th
Puck Me Hard Pin Drop Silence.
DORIAN'S p.o.vI woke up to the sound of sniffles and without having to see him, I knew it was Noah crying. A lump formed in my throat and I pushed it down with a gulp.Knowing him well enough by now, I didn't move an inch, pretending to be asleep. Noah hated being caught crying. It was pride or shame or a lifetime of being told that boys don’t do that shit. Whatever it was, he buried his face into the pillow and tried to be quiet about it. But he wasn’t. Not to me. He never could be. I stayed still for maybe a full minute before I heard his voice whisper thickly. “I know you’re awake.”That lump lodged in my throat again. I opened my eyes slowly and reached for the bedside lamp, blinking against the soft yellow glow that filled the room. Noah was curled up on his side with just his boxers on, back turned to me with shoulders shivering heavily as though he’d been holding himself together all night and finally cracked.I sat up a bit and reached out a hand which I ran through his hair
Puck Me Hard Come To Bed
Dorian’s P.O.VAn hour later, I was seating on the edge of a couch that probably cost more than my entire childhood home. Noah had briefly explained that it was his apartment condo where he stayed anytime he needed to hide away from the team mates or just have some time to himself. And seeing its interior, there was nothing else to say to describe it, other than, it suited Noah. Hockey Royalty. The kind of guy who had everything, but the ability to sit the fuck down and stop pacing before I lost my goddamn mind.Noah hadn’t stop pacing since we got in. He dragged his hand through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time, yanking at the strands like he wanted to rip them out. Every few minutes, he’d snap out of his frantic pacing just to kick at the coffee table or slam his fist into the wall, yelling, ”FUCK” or “SHIT!”I exhaled through my mouth, feeling the throb of a headache brewing. “You’re gonna give yourself a fucking aneurysm.”Noah ignored me.Fuck. I’d tried, ten mi
Puck Me Hard Caught
NOAH’S P.O.VFor a solid minute, I just sat there in my car, the engine humming under me while I stared at the empty spot where Dorian had vanished. The cold metal of the steering wheel bit into my palms as I gripped it, my eyes locked on the fading outline of his broad shoulders against the afternoon sun as it snowed around us. He didn’t even glance my way—just walked off like I was nothing. No nod, no smirk, not even one of his sarcastic little waves that always pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. Just a straight-up ghosting, his sneakers scuffing the pavement like he couldn’t get away fast enough.What the fuck was that about?For the past month, after practice, it’d been us—every damn day. Fucking until the sheets were soaked with sweat, studying with our books sprawled across his bed with our legs tangled, or pulling shifts at the store, stealing glances over the counter while Susie smirked like she knew too much. Neither of us had time for anything else, and Dorian
Puck Me Hard Surprise
NOAH’S P.O.VThe locker room was too damn loud for a morning practice, but I barely noticed the chaos as Coach came in to address us. He announced that we won't be practicing at the rink today, instead it was strictly conditioning in the gym.Great. Nothing like nearly puking on an empty stomach to kick things off.After changing into workout clothes, we all shuffled into the gym. Like always, veterans got paired with rookies for spotting. I barely had time to glance at Dorian before Jaxon stepped right in front of me, slinging an arm around my shoulders.“I got him today.”I caught Dorian’s expression flicker—just for a second—before he hit me with this pointed, unreadable look. My stomach did a weird twist of worry. After last night, I knew damn well how irrational his jealousy of my friendship with Jaxon could get. Not that I was about to play babysitter in front of the whole team, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him sulking all day either. Swallowing a sigh, I shot him a qu
Puck Me Hard Cheerleader
NOAH’S P.O.VI couldn’t fucking deny it.Angry sex with Dorian was the hottest fucking thing in the world. Even now, sprawled out on his bed, my body still twitched every time my brain replayed how he’d fucked me into the floor like a goddamn animal. My ass was sore, my throat raw, and I could still feel the ghost of his cock splitting me open. It was so fucking good that I'd somehow forgotten the real reason we'd been fighting or arguing. Thankfully, Dorian had forced us to go shower off the evidence of our shenanigans, cum, sweat, and whatever else we’d smeared across each other so I didn't feel icky and now we were naked, tangled in his sheets, each scrolling through our phones like we hadn’t just tried to break each other.The room smelled like soap and sex, and I felt good, loose, relaxed, the kind of buzz you get after a hard practice and a harder fuck. My foot brushed against his under the covers, lazy little nudges turning into a dumb game of footsies. His toes curled agains
Puck Me Hard Angry Sex
Dorian's P.O.VAfter we left the mall, Noah tossed his keys to me and without being told, I knew he wanted me to drive us back. Clearly he was too blind with anger to do that.The drive back to my dorm was fucking suffocating. Noah sat there, arms crossed, staring out the window like some pissed-off spouse who’d caught me cheating with the neighbor. Neither of us said a word, just let the silence stew between us, thick and heavy as the tension from that shitshow of a dinner. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, trying to keep my temper in check because I couldn't for the life of me see why Noah was angry when he'd been all over his "best friend" but the second we stepped into my room and I slammed the door shut, it all went to hell.“You’re such a fucking man-whore,” Noah snapped, spinning on me with his eyes blazing. “Flirting with Tessa right in front of me like I’m invisible. What the fuck is wrong with you? What do they say about bisexuals again? Yeah, y'
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Dorian's p.o.vFucking Jaxon.Of all the people to turn the corner at that exact moment, it had to be him.One second, I had Noah where I wanted him—pressed up against the goddamn shelves, body warm, pliant, his breath short and shaky, betraying just how much he liked what I was doing to him. The next, he was stiff as a goddamn board, eyes blown wide like some poor bastard caught in a police spotlight. He looked like he had just been caught committing a crime. And all because Jaxon had strolled into the aisle like the world’s biggest buzzkill.For a moment, I actually felt bad for Noah.But that feeling was quickly overshadowed by irritation. I hated that Jaxon’s sudden appearance had made Noah shrink into himself like a fucking scared rabbit. We weren’t even doing anything—well, nothing that bad—just a little teasing and a little fun, but still, Noah was acting like we'd been caught naked in the middle of the goddamn aisle.Gritting my teeth, I turned my head, my jaw tightening even
