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Ok. Your new fic excellent and good. It did give me an idea.
Lemieux fighting Messier when he finds out about Gretzky. And Lemieux ends up with blood in his mouth and he spits it at Messier
Honestly, I think Lemieux would want to fight but... If memory and blurry youtube videos serve Messier was good at not answering the call or making the team goon do it for him.
Messier deserves a beating nevertheless.
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How many hail marys do i have to say to repent for the fact that pekka rinne pulling out and coming all over juuse's face/swollen, used lips is such a headcanon of mine :')
The prescribed penance for impure thoughts is about 10 Hail Marys if I recall my misspent youth correctly-- but it depends on how willing you’re gonna tell a priest on one side of the confession grille that you can’t stop thinking about Juuse smiling sweetly up at Pekka, his cheeks covered in come and his hair messed up from Pekka holding him down and fucking in, in--
Or how you can’t stop thinking about Pekka petting Juuse’s hair back into shape while he waits for Juuse to lick his lips and uncurl his hands from each other behind his back so that he can tuck Pekka’s spent cock back into his suit pants. How Pekka carries a handkerchief to wipe come from Juuse’s face and only brushes a kiss on the edge of his cheekbone, close to his mole, because Juuse only gets his treat when he’s been good?
2 and 94! :)
*Royal AU & Hair Brushing/Braiding
Gabe gets jerked out of his sleep by the bell demanding his services. He glances at the candle-- not yet three, when the scullery maids rise to stroke the fires-- and he gets up to serve Duke Barrie, the 3rd of his name and a great massive pain in his behind. Gabe climbs the stairs, and opens the door with a soft ahem in his throat.
Duke Barrie’s soaking wet, his breeches a ruin and his cravat torn open, color high in his cheeks when he turns and sees Gabe. “Ah,” Barrie says, and Gabe bows, “Would you require clean lines, your grace?”Barrie swallows, “Yes, thank you. Gabe. Please. Do something about--” he gestures at the tangled mess of curls and leaves and what must be the whole of the Royal Forest atop his head. Gabe draws a ivory comb out of his waistcoat and commands the third Duke Barrie to sit. It is not Gabe’s place to speculate why dukes go out in the rain to a dark forest but a small sniff is enough to tell him that Barrie went for a tryst. Hm. Bastards are always such a problem, Gabe muses, picking leaves and twigs out slowly and tossing them into the roaring fire.He feels Barrie relaxing under his comb, slow strokes and dutifully tangling the dense curls he owns, the envy of all ladies at court and Gabe’s despair.
Unexpected Virgin + huddling for warmth, Colton/Ryan
The bus breaks down halfway between the airport and the hotel, the tires frozen to the street and the sputtering engine barely keeping the heater roaring. Ryan rubs his aching hands together, thinking wistfully of the handwarmers he has packed in his duffle which is in the luggage section of the bus, or even the Bengay cream he hates the minty smell of but likes the deep tingling warmth which is also in the duffle that requires someone to go outside and get.
In about three minutes people are going to be fighting over Parayko because the guy’s a oversize hot water bottle and Ryan doesn’t not want to cuddle Parayko but popping a boner wouldn’t be great for his guy-punching, lady-kissing reputation. Especially since he’d like to do a lot more than kiss Parayko who after three beers told Ryan in such an earnest tone that he fucked almost all of his college teammates, his golden-retriever smile getting bigger the more he described having a train run on him and Ryan had never wanted to go to college so much in his virgin life. God clearly hates Ryan, because Parayko sits down next to him, wearing a Blues-patterned snuggie and asking him if he wants to cuddle with him. Parayko adds, “You’re so big, Reever, you won’t be a heat vampire unlike some of the real shorties here,” with such a wholesome smile that Ryan can understand, in painful clarity, what drove most of the University of Alaska to fuck this big white boy. Ryan presses his thigh against Parayko’s underneath the snuggie, and Parayko curls an arm to pull Ryan closer, smushing his nose against the smooth skin of his neck as he tells Ryan how much he’s looking forward to the hotel hot tub now.Ryan’s boner throbs in time with the tender strokes Parayko keeps giving the back of his neck, and maybe this is the night Ryan can stop looking at gay porn while wondering what it’d be like to feel a hard body against his, a mouth on his cock, cold-chapped hands curling around his.
fairy au + bodyguard au? beau bennett and paul martin (or whoever if that pairing doesnt inspire you) (also i know it's supposed to be fairytale au, but since i read it "fairy au" the first time, i'd like to go with that?)
Paulie’s getting paid in gold. He looked up the dollars to gold ounces on his phone, and while getting 3600 USD for what amounts to a babysitting job sounds like a good deal, he’s starting to reconsider. Beau-- short for something that he wouldn’t say-- wants Paulie to come with him to court, and asking for close protection sounds pretty excessive for a speeding ticket.
He’s an sucker for a pretty face, and Beau has those eyes that Paulie can’t look away from, a shimmer on those cheekbones and maybe Paulie should stop fucking twinks who are too young for him. Even if Beau would look good naked and stripped down to the body glitter he puts on daily.
In retrospect Paulie should have know the moment both he and Beau stepped through the mushroom ring. How was he supposed to know? The Midwest doesn’t have those sorts of faries.
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Unexpected Virgin + Curses, Shea/Roman
Roman looks in showers. For reasons that aren’t as nasty as some people (thanks, Yannick) think. Try being a virgin at the advanced age of 23 with these Full-on-Ten good looks sometimes, Yannick.
Being cursed to virginity until he finds the One True Cock is unbearable. As someone who’s looked in every group shower, he’s seen a lot of dongs. Pricks. Dicks. Schlongs. Peters. Chodes. Penises. (Penii?)
Given a few years away from the Incident he really was being a dick but does that mean he should see wrinkly dangling balls on the verge of getting roasted by a hairdryer? Roman submits that he should not. Then. He sees it. The One True Cock. The sort of cock that people start land wars in Asia over. That launches a thousand ships. It’s beautiful. Dark pink. Thick. Long. Framed by a pair of densely hairy thighs that Roman wants to get in between.Roman grins, giddy with the idea of getting to break the curse, thinking about those thick fingers soaping up the thick trail of pubic hair above that cock, digging in, stroking it clean in one motion that makes him a little weak at the knees, and jerks his eyes up at the face that goes with the One True Cock, the prospect of freedom--
Shea Fucking Weber smiles, “Am I that interesting, Josi?” the quirk of his eyebrow daring him to answer.The tile floor does not swallow Roman up.
‪Seriously I still haven’t recovered from that ficlet, I LIVE for how mean Carey is. 🔥🔥🔥 (Also while it’s kind of too early to REALLY say who Alex could/should be shipped w/ in Arizona, may I suggest Demers? There’s already been Insta chirping and everything & I can’t think of a better choice who already fits the ~mold of Alex’s type lbr)
Thank you <333 It’s nice to spend time in Carey’s headspace.
Demers: dark, snarky, and likes going down. (I keep thinking him as a Shark even though he hasn’t been one in a while!!!) I know you’d update me on who is Alex’s jelly to his peanut butter
But we all know that Alex still comments on PK’s insta like... he wants attention, poor thing. Maybe Arizona’d be kinder to him and he remembers to bring 50+ SPF sunblock
