#adam larsson fic

[doc-pickles]

it’s enough to make a girl blush | adam larsson x reader x vince dunn

summary: after an accident, your husband helps vince apologize to you properly

warnings: alcohol mention, smut (oral f/m receiving, handjob, f/m, m/m, f/m/m, praise kink, threesome)

a/n: I actually have no answer for this one but i do blame @loulucifer for brainwashing me. so thanks. anyways enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Swedish Vocab:

Älskling - Darling

Raring - Dear

Skynda - Hurry

Adam’s guilty pleasure is that he loves hosting. A bit standoffish and broody, most wouldn’t assume him to be the hosting type but he takes great pleasure in showing off the home you two share and having his close friends within the four walls. 

Tonight was one of those nights where your husband took pride in hosting some of his teammates, cooking them dinner, and showing off the newly remodeled living room. The night had wound down to just a few stragglers sharing drinks in your living room, the room peaceful and enjoyable. 

“Älskling, will you grab some more wine,” Adam whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Promise everyone will leave soon so I can take care of you.”

You respond with a nod and a kiss on Adam’s cheek, his fingers squeezing your ass just enough to tease what he’d do later. He’d slowly been teasing you all night, another thing he loved to do while hosting. 

Quickly, you refill your glass of Merlot before turning to bring the bottle out to the living room but instead run straight into a solid body. Red wine drips down your light blue blouse as you let out a shocked yelp. Thankfully you manage to keep both the bottle and the glass in your hands as the person in front of you mutters apologies. 

“Oh shit, I am so sorry,” Vince Dunn, Adam’s linemate, looks at you with absolute horror. He scrambles, grabs the roll of paper towels on the counter, and kneels to wipe up the liquid on the floor. “I wasn’t looking and fuck I’m so sorry.”

“Vince, it’s no big deal,” you place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you with wide green eyes. “I’m just going to run upstairs and hop in the shower. Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Älskling? Everything okay?” Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen and looks between you and Vince who’s still kneeling on the floor. 

“All good. I’m going to wash off the wine,” you slip past Vince and press a kiss to Adam’s cheek before whispering to him with a smile. “Skynda, raring.”

You make your way upstairs and strip before stepping into the warm spray of the shower. The one thing you’d insisted on when you and Adam had looked for a house was a large bathroom with a shower and soaking bathtub. The shower boasted two shower heads, a sleek black tile backdrop, and a huge glass door. As you close the door, the warm spray of the shower washes over you and you gladly sigh in relief as your body relaxes. 

Not even fifteen minutes later the bathroom door creaks open and you smirk to yourself before calling out to your husband, “I’ve been waiting for you, raring. Thinking about this moment all night long.” 

“Älskling, Vince wants to apologize to you.”

You whip around and find Vince standing in front of the shower entrance, looking anywhere but at you. Adam stands behind him, a smirk on his face as his eyes stay locked on the younger man and his flushed cheeks. 

“He’s shaking like a leaf Adam,” you tut as you look over Vince. “It was just an accident, no need to be so harsh.”

“S-sorry about the wine,” Vince looks up from the floor and meets your eyes, not daring to look anywhere else. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S’okay Vince,” you assure him with a smile. He seems to calm down but as you meet Adam’s fiery gaze over Vince’s shoulder you know that trouble is brewing. “Raring-“

“Vince needs to learn a lesson, älskling,” Adam's voice is commanding as he lays a hand on Vince’s shoulder. “Strip.”

“But I-“

“Strip, Vince,” Adam commands. “So you can properly apologize.”

To his credit, Vince only pauses for a moment before he strips off his dark polo and shoes. His hands shake a little as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. He’s all lean muscle and long limbs, a stark contrast compared to Adam’s thick arms and legs and toned torso. 

“All the way,” Adam mutters once Vince is down to his boxers. “C’mon Vince.”

Finally fully naked, Vince looks younger than he is as he stares at you, uncertainty clouding his features as he meets your eyes through the glass of the shower door. 

“Go on,” Adam pulls the door open and pushes Vince under the warm spray. “Kneel and apologize properly to my wife.”

You take a step towards Vince, your hands gently, pushing his shoulders until he’s on his knees before you. His eyes flick to yours, wide and unsure through the green haze of his irises. 

“You’ve gone down on a woman before, haven’t you Vince?” you ask with a smirk on your face as his cheeks flush. Even with the dark blush marring his cheeks Vince nods and you smile at him, running a hand quickly through his curls. “Good. Then you can make up for ruining my favorite blouse.”

Vince hesitates slightly before one hand curls around your leg to bring your body closer to his. His fingers drift up your thigh and slowly run through your folds, his tongue following their path. You let out a gasp as he slowly drives one finger into your wet folds and his tongue teases your clit.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as you let one hand drift back to Vince’s now wet curls. “So good… Just like that Vince.”

You watch Adam observe the two of you, his erection straining in his dark slacks. His eyes meet yours just as Vince’s tongue delves into you and elicits a deep moan from you. You maintain eye contact with Adam as Vince continues to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers teasing your clit as he moves.

“Vince. So good baby,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. “Such a good boy on your knees for me. So good for me, aren’t you?”

Vince nods and sucks your clit into his mouth just as Adam steps under the spray, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts as he pulls you into his chest. 

“He’s so good with his tongue, raring,” you gasp as Vince circles your clit again, your head falling back onto Adam’s shoulder. “So- fuck. So good. Want you to feel him, Adam.” 

Adams' erection presses into your back as he holds you close. In the same moment, Vince plunges two fingers into you and your orgasm claims you, your mouth agape as you tremble with pleasure. Adam holds you up as Vince continues to tongue you through your climax. 

When you come back down from your high Adam is kissing your neck, Vince’s lips pressed to your thigh. Adam is rutting against your ass but you push him off and motion to Vince who’s still kneeling at your feet, “Vince will take care of you, raring.” 

You smile as you run a hand down Vince's cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he looks back up to you. His bright eyes are no longer clouded with uncertainty but with lust now, “Won’t you, sweet boy? Take care of Adam like you took care of me? Use your tongue so well for him?”

Vince nods before he looks with uncertainty toward Adam, “I mean… If Adam wants.. Then I-“

Adam cuts Vince off by leaning down to cover his mouth with his own. The kiss doesn’t last long before Adam breaks them apart and nods at you, “You take care of our guest, älslking?”

You simply grin as Vince greedily takes Adam into his mouth, a string of Swedish curses falling from Adam at the motion. You kneel behind Vince, pressing your lips to his neck as you trail your hand down his chest towards his dripping cock. 

“Such a mess for me, baby,” you purr in Vince’s ear, eliciting a moan from him as you ignore his dick and slowly move down to cup his balls. “You want me to touch you while you suck off my husband? Can you taste us both on your tongue?”

“Raring,” Adam warns. “If you talk like that I’m not going to last long.”

You blink innocently up at Adam as you whisper in Vince’s ear, “Such a good boy, using your tongue so well for me, for Adam. I bet you can’t wait to swallow all of his cum huh? You want him so bad, don’t you?”

With a grunt, Adam grabs Vince’s face and holds him still as he comes down his throat. A strangled cry leaves Vince as his own release spills over onto your hands. Taking everything in with wide eyes you keep one hand slowly stroking Vince while the other gently strokes Adam’s thigh. The feeling of the two of them in your hold has your heart beating in double-time.

“Raring,” Adam whispers, a gentle coaxing. “Raring, time to get up. C’mon my love.”

Your eyes open slowly, taking in the surroundings that are definitely not the floor of your shower. When you finally look around you’re met with Adam’s smirk as he looks down at you, one hand stroking through your hair softly.

“Good dream?” Adam asks and your cheeks immediately flush as you hide your face in your pillow. “Sounded good to me.”

“Adam…,” you groan as you peek up at him.

“It’s okay, raring,” Adam soothes as he grins at you. “But maybe Vince can join us soon, if you’re a good girl.”

#vince dunn #vince dunn fanfic #vince dunn fic #vince dunn imagine #adam larsson #adam larsson fic #adam larsson fanfic #adam larsson imagine #nina writes #larsdunn

[loulucifer]

The person I think I am isn’t what I wanted//for you and your sake I can’t just be honest

Lyrics- In Limbo by Rigby

#vince dunn #adam larsson #seattle kraken #hockey RPF #larsdunn #hockey edit #hockeyblr #I heard this song and hyperfixated sooo hard I might even write a fic inspired by it #Lou prints

[adelphenium]

Your Adam Larsson peice is so so delightful I’ve been trying very hard to be polite and not ask for him with Dunn, but I’m picking out an outfit for a funeral, so fuck it (no pressure bud, your art is genuinely brilliant and we are blessed to have it, just wanted to ask in case you felt inspired)

hello there, i'm so sorry for your loss -- i hope you're doing as well as you can in these times 🫂

thank you for your kind words + the req!! unfortunately, while i'm still learning more about hockey culture + history, there are some players i would rather not draw given certain things i have heard or seen about them, and sadly dunn is one of them :(

it's never my intention to shame or "cancel" anyone (esp not other hrpfers); it's more that i'm not really comfortable with drawing certain players knowing what i know -- i hope that's understandable.

instead i hope this solo lars can brighten your week a little!

#i think this is also one of the limitations of drawing compared to writing -- in fic there's more space for nuance + exploration #but for pictures it's a more upfront and surficial form of representation? if that makes sense? #i'm also aware the event is seen to be ambiguous though i'm not looking to debate it -- i have my thoughts but it's not my place to tell #ppl what to do or how to engage with fandom #in any case i hope you have a lovely day <3 #adam larsson #seattle kraken #hockey art #yjart #req!

[angry-geno-is-score]

The fic has (finally) dropped! Summary:

"In his second season playing for the Seattle Kraken, Vince Dunn becomes sick with drop withdrawal. When it comes out that he's lied on his paperwork and hasn't had a Dom for over a year, he has no choice but to accept being assigned to a Dom on the team or risk giving up hockey.

He's paired with his d-partner, Adam Larsson, which should be the best thing to ever happen to him. Too bad he's kind of maybe falling in love with Adam. Too bad he's convinced he's broken and will never deserve a Dom as wonderful as his teammate. Too bad neither of them can grow some braincells and communicate."

If you're interested, you can read it here. :)

#larsdunn #dunnernlars #ao3 fanfic #new fic #adam larsson #vince dunn #seattle kraken #nhl rpf #both nervous and excited for this

[dubious-writing]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vince Dunn/Adam Larsson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Vince Dunn, Adam Larsson, Jaden Schwartz, Yanni Gourde, Brian Dumoulin, Ryker Evans, Seattle Kraken NHL Team Ensemble, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Friends to Lovers, Not Beta Read, Morning Sickness, Anxiety, Self-Esteem Issues, I'm a little allergic to dialogue I am so sorry, Mpreg, Discussion of Abortion, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Additional warnings in the author's note of chapter 4, Fluff, Smut Summary:

The voice comes again, lips pressed into his hairline. Vince instinctively relaxes, something in the back of his mind being automatically soothed by the sound, before he tenses up all over again. Adam. Suddenly pieces of last night come rushing back.

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The final piece of this puzzle - the thought Vince keeps tripping over but won’t acknowledge as he goes back and forth over everything - is the fact that if he were to go through with this, it would be Adam’s baby too.

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Reposting the link to the first chapter in celebration of getting 6,000+ hits! I love you guys, that’s so amazing!!!!

#hockey fic #vince dunn #adam larsson #larsdunn #dunnernlars #seattle kraken #hrpf #hockey fanfiction #hockey #my writing

[claraxbarton]

Read it here!

#vince dunn #adam larsson #leon draisaitl #hrpf #hockey #hockey rpf #hockey fic #lars & dunn #larsdunn #larsunn #dunnernlars #and Leon

[tapedsleeves]

get rec'd: 3 asg drift

not asg weekend themed bc I didn't think that far ahead :(

what happens in the room stays in the room - by @irrelevanttous

Leon Draisaitl / Matthew Tkachuk, E, 7, 407 words

a winner's room fic from a different perspective - Sasha just wants to look out for Matthew, make sure he's safe in the room. So when they play the Oilers, he wants to make sure make sure. I really liked this twist on winner's room fic!

Like an Angel to Me - by @angry-geno-is-score

Vince Dunn / Adam Larsson, T, 2,979 words

Vince shows up dynamically compromised at Adam's house and Adam takes care of him, like he always does. This fic is just *sooo* sweet. As a pining fic that's unresolved, it still feels sooo satisfying to read, because Adam is just. So devoted to taking care of Vince. It's just so lovely

So Hey, Let's Be Friends by @linskywords

Quinn Hughes / Brady Tkachuk & Quinn Hughes/OFC, M, 4055 words

A soulmark AU where Quinn and Brady have different soulmarks. This is just SO lovely. I love the premise of this whole series - that sometimes, soulmarks aren't everything in our hearts, and I just Love Brady's steadfast loyalty in this fic.

let go lightly by @three-quarts

Connor McDavid / Matthew Tkachuk, E, 7153

Connor ask for a trade, gets a PR makeover from Matthew Tkachuk, among other things. I LOVE the use of social media in this fic to reform Connor's image, as well the honesty with which Connor and Matthew talk about their respective lives and trades.

#hrpf #get rec'd #hrpf recs

[doc-pickles]

hockey fanfic masterlist

A handy dandy guide to all of my hockey fics!

Players I Write For:

Sidney Crosby

Mathew Barzal

Matthew Tkachuk

Anthony Beauvillier

Vince Dunn

The Hughes Bros

Nico Hischier

& more… Send me an ask for the player you’re looking for!

S. CROSBY

hat trick: Sid goes for a hat trick on and off the ice. Three goals and three girls.

- hat trick IG edits: Some Crosby family moments commemorated in photos.

give it to me (18+): Sidney is pissed at the state of the Penguins and takes it out on you.

sent to save me (masterlist): Sidney reunites with his ex and gets the surprise of a lifetime.

M. BARZAL

baby daddy: After you have dental work done you have some things to share with Mat.

sick day: Mat comes home to take care of you and your kids.

voicemail: You've been leaving voicemails for Mat for months and he finally answers.

too early (18+): Mat helps you get back to sleep.

morning glory (18+): Mat helps you wake up.

watching him those eyes (18+): Mat punishes you for the way you acted around Tito.

A. BEAUVILLIER

till forever falls apart: You and Anthony deal with the aftermath of his trade to Vancouver.

- til forever falls apart IG edits: Some photos to commemorate the Beauvillier family's new start.

i’ve got you: You and Anthony deal with the aftermath of his trade to Chicago. emergency contact: Thank god Anthony is listed as your emergency contact.

watching him with those eyes (18+): Mat punishes you for the way you acted around Tito.

M. TKACHUK

homecoming: Five times Matthew came home to you from a roadie.

waking up in vegas (masterlist): A Vegas trip with your siblings can't be that bad... Can it?

Q. HUGHES

puck bunny: Quinn appreciates your Halloween costume.

V. DUNN & A. LARSSON

it's enough to make a girl blush (18+): Adam has Vince apologize to you after an accident.

#hockey content #hockey fanfic #nina writes

[stillfertile]

Coffee Addict

teens n up Vince Dunn/Adam Larsson, Tye Kartye/Vince Dunn (unrequited) Vince Dunn, Adam Larsson, Tye Kartye Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Scenting 2,066 words Collection: 2024VDAYHRPF

Vince gets a courting gift from Tye, and someone has an issue with that.

my fic for @hrpffandomeventblog !!! took me so long to post about it cause I was having trouble coming up with a title bhjdfgh

#still writing #hockey rpf

[methylbromide]

Tagged by: @loverjareau

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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I have a lot of WIPs, most of them with very, very long or weird titles so buckle in 😭😭😭

Ryker Evans scared of THUNDER (Not clickbate??) [Ryker Evans hurt/comfort with background Adam Larsson/Vince Dunn]

This life is built almost entirely of loving and losing, isn't it? [Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras high school graduation AU] (Multichaptered)

Something Something Scruffing fic [Stuart Skinner/Vincent Desharnais]

Library AU but it's multi-chaptered [Stuart Skinner/Vincent Desharnais] (Multi-chaptered)

If the Penguins miss the playoffs I swear to god [Alex Nedeljkovic/Tristan Jarry] [[Was titled before the penguins were officially eliminated 😭😭😭]]

I'll walk home, with my eyes low, dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow [Stuart Skinner/Vincent Desharnais] [[These two and modern baseball have a chokehold on me]]

Gently, this home is built up. Brick by brick laid down by loving hands [Alex Nedeljkovic/Tristan Jarry] [[This might be one of the fics I’m most excited about writing]] (Multi-chaptered)

Courting fic Chapter 2 [Stuart Skinner/Vincent Desharnais] [[Chapter 1 already up on my ao3 if you wanna check it out]]

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved [Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin]

And God, It's Never Been More Over. And God, We've Never Been More Back. [Stuart Skinner/Vincent Desharnais]

And bending down beside the glowing bars, murmur, a little sadly, how love fled and paced upon the mountains overhead [Connor McDavid/Leon Draisaitl]

@pierremcguire , @neonfretra , @oliviabelova , @stillfertile , @seattlekrakenyaoi , @annieqattheperipheral and whoever else wants to do this!!! :DDD

#hrpf #hockey rpf #ask game #As the rules say #I’m more than happy to answer asks about any of these #Though I probably won’t be able to give any dates as to when they will be done since I am very busy :///

[angry-geno-is-score]

Did I promise an A/B/O fic? I don't think I did. Nah, I don't remember that. Must have been your imagination. :)

What I DO have is a siren!Vince fic that is nowhere close to finished. Interested in reading the first part? Click here. :D

(Whoops, forgot the summary. Here it is):

When Adam Larsson wakes up in the middle of a storm one night to find a wounded siren in his boathouse, he expects to nurse the creature back to health, return him to the ocean, and go on with his life. Sirens are dangerous, after all, and Adam likes his solitude. He doesn't live on his own in a cabin in the woods for nothing. The siren he rescued will probably want to go back to the sea, if he doesn't rip Adam's throat out first.

When Vince narrowly escapes siren-hunters and drags himself to a random human boathouse with the last of his strength, he expects to die there. Humans are dangerous, after all, and Vince has lived long enough to know that the ocean is not kind but the surface world is crueler. If the human keeps him alive, Vince figures he'll either need to escape or suffer having his scales farmed for profit.

Adam is kind, though, and Vince isn't so dangerous when he's shown a little care. Together, they might just subvert each other's expectations in a way neither of them could have imagined.

#larsdunn #dunnernlars #hrpf things #ao3 fic #hrpf WIP

[foreverfallingforthestars]

Ain't My Fault

As of yesterday I'm four teeth down but not in a lot of pain so I might try to get a few of the others I've planned out for Rowaelin Month! As always, big thank you to the team for hosting this and I hope people like this quick little drabble (I say as this is almost 2k words long) based off of Zara Larsson's Ain't My Fault. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my TOG fics! I did tag for my Hating Game AU but I don't want to assume lol

Word Count: 1683 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Master list

Day 1 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Song Fic

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It was criminal, honestly, how good looking this man was. It simply did not make sense that a silver haired man with tattoos could look this fine , and yet, here he was. He had walked into the club with his two friends and claimed three seats at the bar while Aelin had watched the entire thing from her spot at a table in the corner. It certainly didn’t help her case that he was wearing a simple v-neck white shirt under a leather jacket that had been rolled up, showcasing the swirling black tattoos on his left forearm. 

Aelin bit down on her bottom lip before letting go of it slowly as she watched the current bane of her existence laugh before taking a shot of tequila. She watched with bated breath as his Adam's apple worked as he swallowed before he wiped at his lips with a swipe of his thumb. 

“If you stare any harder at him, you’re going to make him burst into flame,” Lysandra laughed, nudging Aelin with an elbow, and Aelin jerked her gaze away from the man that had captured her attention for the past fifteen minutes. 

“Shut up,” she responded, half-heartedly glaring. “It’s not my fault that he’s fucking handsome.” 

Elide leaned her elbows on the table before resting her chin on her folded hands. “Honestly, I don’t know why you two haven’t just banged, yet. Lorcan keeps complaining about the sexual tension that remains after you two talk.”

“I’m not going to be the first one to crack, Elide. Rowan needs to come to me ,” Aelin insisted, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I can’t seem desperate.”

“Will you consider it if I say that we’re desperate for you two, instead?” Lysandra groaned around a sip of her daiquiri. Elide snorted as she picked up her phone, presumably to text Lorcan to tell him where the girls were sitting. The original plan had been to enjoy a nice girl’s night out with just the three of them, but then it somehow turned into a plan to try to get Aelin and Rowan together by the end of the night. She didn’t know why but there was something magnetic between the two ever since they had met each other after Lorcan, Rowan’s friend, had started dating Elide. Her eyes were always drawn to him, and it only got worse as time went on and she realized how much she liked being around him. 

Elide texted Lorcan and told him to invite Fenrys and Rowan, and sure enough, the man was whipped for his girlfriend and did exactly as she said. 

It might also be because he was also sick of the push and pull between her and Rowan, but she’d rather believe that Lorcan had feelings . 

“No, I won’t,” she responded, but it felt like she might as well make the move since Rowan was taking forever. That wasn’t something she was willing to admit, though.

“You’re the absolute worst . I can’t even live vicariously through you!”

“I didn’t think you had the need to,” Aelin mentioned, raising an eyebrow. “I was under the impression that you and Aedion were doing perfectly fine.”

Lysandra shrugged, waving her hand around in a dismissive motion. “You’re the one that insists that we can’t talk about the sex in detail, so I need you to do that for all of us.”

“He’s my cousin, woman. Besides, why can’t Elide be enough?”

“Because I have boundaries,” Elide laughed as she looked up from her phone. “And,” she continued, her voice getting down to a whisper as a smirk played on her lips, “we maybe women in happily committed relationship, but we still want to know what it’s like to have sex with Rowan. Like, have you seen the man?”

Aelin’s jaw dropped as she let out a shocked laugh. “I’m going to tell Lorcan you said that. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that.”

“Tell me what?” a voice asked from Aelin’s right, and the girls turned to find Lorcan, Fenrys, and Rowan standing in front of their table. Rowan’s eyes were already on her, glancing over her body, or at least what he could see of her top half. The gleam in her eyes made her glad for the time she had spent getting ready. Plus, it was helpful to know that trying to leave the club with him tonight would be a lot easier than she expected. 

“That I absolutely love you,” Elide covered before Aelin could even open her mouth to respond, and it was clear from Lorcan’s eye roll that he didn’t believe her, but he didn’t bother questioning her, anyway. The three sat down on the table, and the kick from Lysandra from under the table — along with the glare that made her green eyes look even brighter than normal — led to Aelin making one of the more questionable choices in her recent memory, but honestly, it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t be blamed for how close Rowan was to her and how badly her shin ached from the stiletto. 

While Lysandra and Elide had distracted Lorcan and Fenrys thoroughly with an argument over something with diet soda that Aelin didn’t care about, she leaned an elbow on the table and rested her head on her hand, leaning her body towards Rowan.

“So, what’s your name, handsome? Better yet, what’s your sign so I know we’re compatible?”

Rowan’s face lit up with a laugh before the bright smile turned into a smirk that made Aelin want to jump into an ice bath with how her body was beginning to burn. It was as though she were the flame that could only be soothed by his ice.

“I didn’t think we had the time to go through those questions,” he commented, running a hand through his hair, and Aelin wanted it to be her hands that ran through his hair. 

And played with it and tugged on it and —

“I mean, considering the way you seemed to be staring at me earlier,” he finished. Rowan’s bright green eyes held the promise of what could happen later tonight, and the fact that he was well aware of her attention on him made Aelin much bolder.

Aelin scoffed but trailed her index finger down the length of his forearm and hand before resting it on his thigh. “And? Do you want me to ‘accidentally’ trip and fall into your lap to make things easier on you?”

“It certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

“How about you take the charge for once? The staring wasn’t a one-way thing, after all,” Aelin pointed out, raising an eyebrow. Rowan looked down at her dress again before looking at her, his pine-green eyes pinning hers. 

“If you two are going to just eye-fuck one another, can you please not do it in front of us,” Fenrys begged out of the corner of her eye, and Aelin jerked her hand from Rowan’s thigh. She refused to let her cheeks burn out of embarrassment, and the only saving grace was that she was drinking so her cheeks were already slightly flushed and pink. Rowan also momentarily looked startled by the comment until he rolled his eyes and told Fenrys off.

“How about I just make myself scarce around you, Fenrys,” she retorted before glancing over at Rowan and seeing him opening something on his phone that made Aelin suppress a smile.

She was about to continue her conversation with Rowan when she caught Elide’s — and by default, Lysandra’s as well — eyes, blatantly telling her to get her ass up and on the dance floor to get Rowan away and out of the club, preferably with her.

Aelin rolled her eyes at her best friends, but she sighed as she relented. She was really out here doing all the work, but then again, she’d seen what Rowan had been doing on his phone earlier, so it’d be all worth it.

She stood up and straightened out her gold sleeveless wrap dress, making sure that she wasn’t accidentally flashing the wrong people, and made her way into the throng of dancing people. Aelin didn’t have to wonder if Rowan would follow her to the middle of the crowd because she knew for a fact that he would, and she wasn’t going to be responsible for what happened between the two.

So, really, it wasn’t her fault that she spent so long on her makeup and hair for tonight after she heard Rowan was coming to the club, making sure her lips were painted the perfect red and her hair was in soft curls down her back. 

It wasn’t her fault that she had coincidentally picked a gold dress after overhearing him express that gold was his favorite color on girls.

And it certainly wasn’t her fault that she instinctively knew he was coming when she recognized the scent of his fresh snow cologne as he approached. A smile graced her face as she felt his large, warm hands slowly trail around the side of her waist towards the center of her stomach where they flexed once, a test to see if she would pull away from her.

Aelin leaned into his body, pressing her back into Rowan’s, and she felt his chest rumble as he laughed. 

“Is someone eager?” he whispered into her ear.

Aelin smiled. “You say that as though I didn’t see you order that Uber before I came out here to dance.”

“Is that a crime to want a drive home after drinking?” he asked as Aelin dragged one of hands away from her waist and down towards the hem of her short dress. His fingertips snuck underneath the hem for a brief moment before they trailed back up her body. 

“It’s not,” she responded, turning in his arms and snaking them around his neck. “But it could be if the address wasn’t yours, and was, oh I don’t know, mine?”

Rowan smiled at that and bent down to softly brush his lips against hers. “And who’s fault is that, you temptress?”

“Certainly not mine.”

#throne of glass fic #tog fic #throne of glass #rowaelin month 2022 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vince Dunn/Adam Larsson Characters: Vince Dunn, Adam Larsson, Jaden Schwartz, Yanni Gourde, Brian Dumoulin Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Eventual mpreg, Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Beta Read, Work In Progress, this story is in the process of being written, Morning Sickness, Anxiety, Self-Esteem Issues, I'm a little allergic to dialogue I am so sorry, Implied Mpreg, (for now lol) Summary:

The voice comes again, lips pressed into his hairline. Vince instinctively relaxes, something in the back of his mind being automatically soothed by the sound, before he tenses up all over again. Adam. Suddenly pieces of last night come rushing back.

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Chapter 3 babeyyyyyyy

#hockey rpf #Vince Dunn #Adam Larsson #dunnernlars #larsdunn #hockey #hockey fic #Seattle Kraken #hrpf #my writing

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I was inspired by @muldxr to post a snippet of the Adam Larsson/Vince Dunn fic. I am editing it now so hopefully it will be up soon.

As he opened the door, his face fell at the sight of Adam standing in front of him. He was dressed down in a comfortable sweatshirt and joggers, and his hair was still wet. He was holding a pizza box in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other.  “You gonna let me in, or what?” Vince couldn’t decide if he wanted to scream or close the door in Adam’s face. Instead, he stepped to the side and allowed Adam into his house. He watched as Adam kicked his slides off in the direction of the shoe rack and padded into the living room. He took a few steadying breaths before following Adam into the living room. Adam looked so comfortable, so natural sitting on his couch. “Not that it isn’t great to see you or anything,” Vince started. “But uh, what are you doing here?” Adam opened the pizza box. “You don't look like it’s great to see me.” “I’m just surprised.” And frustrated, but Vince kept that to himself. “I’m not letting you wallow.” Vince furrowed his brows. “I’m not wallowing.” “No? So ignoring everyone’s texts and rushing out of practice to sit in your house alone, eating by yourself, when I know how much you hate that? That isn’t wallowing?” It felt like Vince was cut open. “It’s called alone time.”

#hrpf #sunflower au #which has a new title