#Brock Boeser request

[samgirard]

brock scores a goal and catches his own stick | van vs. edm | 11.6.23

#brock boeser #vancouver canucks #canucksedit #mine #him looking up into the air balefully is the funniest thing i've ever seen #as requested

[comphy-and-cozy]

Can you please combine ❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ and slow kisses with Brock Boeser ? There's a serious lack o content for him here ! Thanks you, you writing is amazing! 😘😘

full disclosure: I wrote this entire blurb before I realized I forgot the slow kisses but I did add it in just for you!

Prompt: “I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.” / slow kisses

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader (f)

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Brief alcohol mention, mature/adult themes, language

It’s a Thursday night, and the guys are letting loose after a difficult start to the season. Sure, it wasn’t what the fans or media would want to see given their struggles; hell, even Coach wasn’t keen on the idea of everyone getting blitzed in the middle of the season, but Bo had convinced him it was vitally important for them to bond – more specifically, in a place that was as far from the rink as possible. 

Invites had been sent out to every partner, friend, friend with benefit in the Vancouver area, an alert to ensure the night was packed full of fun and no shortage of debauchery. 

You’d made your way onto the invite list, as a friend of Petey’s. But what no one else knew was that it was the second invite you got that convinced you to come – the one from his blonde friend, Prince Charming.

It’s still in its infant stages, but there is something blossoming between you and Brock, having been secretly hooking up for a few weeks. (Of course, you’d be remiss not to poke fun at him and act like you were the reason for his slow success; Brock would never tell you that you were partly correct). Naturally, due to your relationship with Elias, it’s a delicate situation that needs to be handled with tact, but so far, you’re content to just enjoy the fun of sneaking around.

Until tonight, when Brock shows up looking like a grade A snack, his black shirt unbuttoned just enough to make you salivate, sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular forearms in a way that makes you want to sink your teeth into them while they’re bracketed around your head. His smile lights up his whole face, the way it always does, but this time, his cheeks are a little pink from the cold and the alcohol.

He catches your eye across the room and sends a wink that has your stomach flipping rapidly. You don’t miss the way his eyes slide down your body, appreciating your outfit just as much as you do his, and though it’s quick, you can see the flash of heat in them before he brings his eyes up to meet yours, a smile gracing his face. 

It’s only then that Natalie, your conversation partner whom you’d (accidentally) all but forgotten about, nudges you with a knowing look.

“Is something going on between you and Brock?”

“What?” you ask, trying to sound incredulous. “No!”

“I mean, I just watched you two eye fuck the shit out of each other, and something tells me it wasn’t the first time,” she says.

“He’s cute, everyone knows that,” you reply with a shrug. “It’s nothing.”

She doesn’t seem to buy it, but she doesn’t press any further, just as your phone buzzes in your purse. Of course, the new text you’ve just received is from none other than the object of your affections, smugly sending a flirtatious text from across the room. 

[Brock:] looking like an absolute smokeshow

Angling your phone away, you type out a quick reply.

[Y/N:] you’re not so bad yourself, boes [Brock:] i cleaned up just for you 😘 [Brock:] your place or mine?

You’re in the middle of responding when Elias approaches, greeting you with a big hug while you scramble to hide your messages. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Brock sniggering at the predicament he’s put you in. 

“Who are you texting? Everyone you know is here!” he laughs, nudging your shoulder jokingly. 

You laugh it off, giving a vague and non-committal answer as you take a long swig of your drink. If he’s concerned, he doesn’t show it, instead asking you about your project at work.

Eventually, you find a moment to reply, deciding to up the ante for an interesting evening.

[Y/N:] yours so you can make me breakfast tomorrow [Y/N:] also, in case you’re interested… [Y/N:] I’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.

You try to hide your smirk as you watch him across the room, first glancing down to pull his phone from his pocket, then the instant flush of color to alert you that he’s received your message. His eyes find yours, phone all but forgotten in his hand, as he gapes at you, trying to gauge if you’re playing a prank on him.

Then, he remembers he has an easier way to communicate with you, dropping his head back down to send a text.

[Brock:] you serious?

You smile, then type your own response after quirking your eyebrow at him.

[Y/N:] why don’t you come and find out for yourself?

You have to resist the urge to laugh as you watch him drain the remainder of his drink, though your entertainment quickly turns to nerves as he stalks toward you, weaving through the crowd, crossing the room in just a few strides. Petey’s in the process of greeting him, his words caught in his throat when Brock walks right up to you and kisses you on the mouth. 

There isn’t any time to react — not that you can think properly with his lips against yours anyway — and your brain goes even more fuzzy when you feel his tongue grazing your mouth like there aren’t tons of people around, intruding on your intimate moment. If it wasn’t for the distant whooping you hear around you, you’d let him ravish you right there against the wall.

Petey’s face is one of shock when you do finally pull away to breathe, his cheeks flushed almost as much as you feel yours are, though likely for very different reasons.

“Oh yeah, Pete, I’m really, really into your friend,” Brock says with a grin. 

Elias shakes his head. “I know, dude.”

“You - you do?”

With a friendly punch on the shoulder, Elias nods, his eyebrows raised. “If you want to have a secret relationship, you should probably turn off your location before you go over to her place.”

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[cuttergauthier]

Hello! I would love for you to do an insta edit for Brock Boeser, anything to do with the Spring season now that it’s finally arriving would be great!! 💛

I hope this is what you wanted!

I hope you love it🤍

you can find it here!

#answered #requested #nolan moylee blog #brock boeser

[miracleonice87]

for the holiday prompts, could you do baby’s first christmas with brock 🥰

I made this an instagram edit instead of a blurb as explained in my previous post ❤️ hope you enjoy!

#christmas in july 2022 #m’s edits #instagram edit #nhl instagram edit #hockey instagram edit #brock boeser #brock boeser instagram edit #requests

[wintfleur]

🪷 hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time, with luke Hughes! his older sister and he just needs his sisters comfort especially after how the devils have played and how tired luke has looked

౨ৎ Ice cream and much-needed hugs

﹕─┈ pairings ( Luke Hughes x older sister! reader )

°. — summary ( Luke’s been having a tough time, and his big sister just wants to cheer him up ! )

°. — details ( g; little bit of angst, some fluff. w; none that I know of wc; 2.2k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ hugging them right without saying any words when they’re having a hard time

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( LUKEY AHHH MY LOVE ! I love Luke sm if you guys didn’t know !!! I love writing sibling dynamics so muchhhh so thank you for sending the wonderful request !!! I absolutely loved writing it, I really tried to make it angsty but i think I’m terrible at writing angst, I’m sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, I was struggling sooo bad with the dialogue . . . also I of course had to add the love of my Like Brock boeser in it because like DUHHH I am so down for writing more for a older Hughes sister, I’m thinking she’s like 25??? I really hope you guys love it !!! Let me know if you want me to write more for older sister Hughes! Please don’t be a silent reader lovely’s !!! )

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There were a lot of upsides that came with being the oldest sibling, there were of course a lot of downsides too . . . but you chose to ignore those and focus on the upsides. Like being able to stay up later while your brothers had to go to sleep, having a good sense of leadership and responsibility, being able to read your brothers like a picture book. 

So, you knew right away that something was wrong with your youngest brother as you watched him play in the last period. You could see it clearly in his demeanor and the way he was skating, he was starting to overthink things, he had gotten into his own head. You of course had seen the way the public and media was shitting on your brother because he's made a few bad plays, and it broke your heart to see how defeated he looked sitting on that bench. 

Jack had voiced his worries about Luke to you over the phone a few days ago when you were out with Quinn and your boyfriend brock. Even with hundreds of miles between you and Luke you could tell something was bothering him, that's why your planned trip to visit your younger brothers this weekend was even more meaningful. 

You were leaning against the wall as you waited for your brothers to leave the locker room, your focus was down on your phone as you texted your boyfriend. A smile on your lips, you missed him dearly even though you have only been gone for almost two days. “Sis!” you heard the familiar sound of jack's voice call your name. You look up from your phone and smile as Jack rushes over to you and pulls you into a tight hug. 

“You played so well jack” You mumbled into his neck, cursing at the curse of being the oldest but the shortest. Jack smiles and gives you one more squeeze before letting go and taking a step back, even though they lost he wasn't going to let that bring him down from the fact that you watched him play in person for the first time in a few months.

 “Thank you, luke should be out soon, he's just being a little hard on himself” Jack sighed as he glanced back at the locker room entrance, there was only so much he could say to let luke know that he's doing okay. You let out a sigh and nodded, already getting an image of a pouty luke. Your eyes lit up with an idea, as a memory from years ago popped up in your mind. You smile at Jack as you ask “Do you think you can get a ride home? And can I have the keys to your truck?” 

“Uh yeah why?” Jack questioned with a raised brow as he pulled out his keys from his front pocket and handed them to you. You smiled gratefully and grabbed the keys and slid them into your front pocket with your lip gloss. “I have an idea on how to cheer luke up.” 

“Well good luck, cause I can't handle a grumpy luke anymore '' Jack jokes as he pats you on the shoulder, happy that you were now here to save him from the grumpy luke. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest as you look at jack “I remember saying the same thing about you.” 

“Have fun! I'm gonna go catch up with nico "Jack grins as he chooses to ignore your words, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing off down the hallway, turning to look at you quickly and shouting out an ‘i love you’ before turning the corner and leaving your sight. You look forward just in time to see Luke walk out of the locker room, well more like trudge. His steps were heavy, and you can see the exhaustion on his face. His shoulders were sagged as he carried his backpack, he was changed out of his suit and into some sweats and a hoodie. He looked like a sad cat. When Luke noticed you, his heavy steps turned into long strides as he moved towards you. 

Before you could open your mouth to greet your brother, he was throwing his arms over shoulders and nestling his head in the crook of your head, for a much-needed hug. Your eyes widened at how tight Luke was holding you, but you close your eyes and wrap your arms around your little brother, softly rubbing his back with one of your hands. Luke closed his eyes and tried to shut off his mind as he felt himself melt into the comfort and safety of your arms. 

You rested your chin on his shoulder as you whispered, “You, okay?” you felt him nod yes but the both of you knew he was lying. Luke let out a deep breath and reluctantly pulled away from the hug when his back was starting to hurt from leaning down for so long. You smiled up at him, brushing some of his curls out of his face as he asked, “Where's jack?” 

“Oh, he's getting a ride home with nico, so come on lukey I'm taking you out tonight!” You excitedly pull-out Jack's keys and wave them while your other hand is grabbing Luke's arm and dragging him along you as you make your way down the hallway. Luke gave you an unimpressed look even though on the inside he was excited to spend more time with you “I’m not old enough to go bar hopping.” 

“Is that really all you think I do in Vancouver?” You gasped dramatically as you pretended to be hurt from his words. You have one embarrassing experience when you go bar hopping, and now that's all anyone remembers, you think with a roll of your eyes. Luke felt the corner of his lips lift into a smile at your dramatics, Jack definitely got that from you. 

“Besides I'm a good big sister, I wouldn't provide my underage brother with alcohol, at least in public” you joked as you wrapped your arm around Luke's, holding on tight. Luke chuckles and slips his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, comforting silence coming across them as they make their way to Jack's truck. 

“Need help? '' Luke asked sarcastically as he put on his seatbelt, his eyes on you as you struggled slightly to get into the truck. You gave him a quick glare before closing the door and putting on your seatbelt, quickly starting the truck, wanting to leave the arena before the traffic got even worse. You turned up the volume on the radio, an unfamiliar country song filling up the silent car. Luke let out a heavy sigh and relaxed into the seat, looking out the window and all the passing lights. 

The car ride to your choice of destination was filled with mostly silence between you and Luke, just enjoying the music and the faint sound of the world around them. You could see that Luke had a lot on his mind and you didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, so you stayed quiet, knowing that he would tell you when he's ready. Luke couldn't help but replay every single one of his mistakes he's made in the past few games, remembering every tweet he saw from disappointed ‘fans’. 

Luke could feel himself become more upset and discouraged the more he thought about it, so Luke quickly glanced at you before looking back out the window. Luke was slightly confused on how well you knew your way around the town, he was curious on where you were taking him. But he gave up on asking after the third time you told him it was a surprise. 

Luke’s eyes widen with excitement when he sees where you're pulling into, it was an old ice cream shop that he had driven by many times, but never had the chance to try it. You smiled and turned off the car and grabbed your wallet from your purse and gave Luke a big smile “Come on, I'll even let you get 3 scoops!” 

You laugh as you watch Luke quickly leave the truck and rush around the front of the truck to open your door. You giggle and take Luke's hand that he held out for you, doing your best to do a posh British accent “Thank you kind sir” Luke smiles and closes the door for you, following you across the parking lot, his spirit was lifted already. 

“This is so good; how did you find this place?” Luke asked you before he took another lick of his chocolate ice cream, of course having a waffle cone. And despite you saying he could get 3 scoops, he only got 2. You look away from your bowl of your favorite ice cream and to your brothers whose focus was up at the stars. The two of you were sitting on the tailgate of the truck, neither of you realizing that your legs were swinging in unison. 

“Oh, I found it the last time I came to visit, and you and Jack were at practice, I've been craving it since” you answered him as you looked back on the day. Luke nods and continues to eat his ice cream. Silence came across the two of you again, Luke didn't know what to say and you could see the way his shoulders became tense that he was thinking of something. You had a pretty good idea what he was thinking about, hockey. 

“You played really good tonight luke” you broke the silence, and you watched as his shoulders sagged and a frown came across his lips as he looked down at his lap. You hated seeing how discouraged he looked, this wasn't like luke. He never let it get to him like this before, but it's different . . . it's the NHL, it's his dream. He whispered bitterly “We lost.” 

“You still played really good, i'm really proud of you luke” you vowed as you gently nudged his knee with yours, your tone proving how genuine you were. You were a good big sister you liked to think, so you would never have a favorite brother . . . but your little brother Luke will always have a special place in your heart. The little brother who would listen to you rant all about your school drama while the other two were doing God knows what, the little brother who fully trusted you to drive him to get ice cream when you first got your license while Quinn and jack swore you would kill them. Your sweet little brother Luke who was far too good for this world. 

Luke let out a heavy breath and his eyes started to water as he listened to you, he heard others say they were proud of him, but it was different, more meaningful coming from you. Unlike you he made it very clear that you're his favorite sibling, that you always have been. The big sister that he always knew would have his back no matter what, the big sister that always was on his side. He looked up from his lap and turned his head to look at you to see you were already smiling at him. “Thank you sissy.” 

“Not just for the compliment” Luke quickly spoke before you could, fully turning his body to face you, thankfully he had eaten most of his ice cream, so he didn't have to worry about it dripping. Luke never really liked talking about his emotions or just having deep conversations in general, but he didn't have to worry about any of that with his big sister who always made it clear that he could talk to you no matter what. Luke continues speaking “But for taking me here and for being here for me, for always being here for me.” 

“I'll always be here lukey” You promised as you set your ice cream bowl next to you before leaning over and pulling Luke into a much-needed hug. Luke smiles and closes his eyes, hugging you with one arm while the other holds his cone away from you, not wanting to get any ice cream on you. Luke lets himself melt into the hug; he really didn't want you to leave. You couldn't help tearing up as you think of Luke and everything he's been through and how strong he is, you really are so proud of your little . . . well not so little brother. You sniffled and whispered, “God why did you have to grow up so fast.” 

“Trying to catch up with you, you old lady” Luke jokes, wanting to lift the mood, he really hated seeing you cry, and he knew you so well that he was sure you were going to.  A loud laugh leaves his lips as you pull away from the hug and dramatically move away from him. Despite his words you smiled as you listened to luke laugh, it was the type of laugh that made you want to join in. You pulled the keys out of your pocket and slap them into luke's hand before jumping off the tailgate of the truck and snatching your ice cream “That's it your driving home.” 

Luke continued to laugh and watch as you stomp over to the passenger seat, the famous Hughes pout on your lips. Luke quickly gets off the bed of the truck and puts up the tailgate shouting a cheeky remark that only made him laugh harder at the quick glare you sent him.  

“Thank God! Brock drives you around so much I'm pretty sure you forgot how to drive” 

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[boqvistsbabe]

#this was not requested #but it went with the Brock fic #so #brock boeser

[sc0tters]

All Star Memories | Brock Boeser & Elias Pettersson

summary: it’s the all star break when you and your boyfriend decide to spice up your relationship, little did you know this would involve his teammate.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem & M receiving!), swearing, slight degradation.

word count: 4.60k

authors note: I had to get this out before the regular season games were back and I’m glad I did even if it was by a couple of hours! I think we need to make an entire segment on this account for fics where I write out @fantillisdaylight’s ideas into full smuts, so idea people let’s thank her for this one! I don’t wanna give away too much but I think you guys are going to enjoy this one, even with its different ending.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game.

Elias had been the captor of your heart for the last three years after you moved in with Quinn when you needed a change of scenery. Your older brother had to admit that he was surprised to see you in love with his teammate. But as you made Elias constantly smile till his cheeks hurt, Quinn knew that the Swede was in love too.

Yet one thing your brother never seemed to care for was that another one of his teammates had fallen for you too. Brock let his eyes hover on you for far too long to ever be seen as appropriate especially when you were in a relationship. Elias knew how his teammate felt about you and in all honesty he thought it was cute. There was something about it coupled with the fact that you clearly thought Brock was attractive.

Elias knew that you would never cheat on him but there was always something amusing about how you loved pissing Brock off. On the flight to Toronto you ended up between the two and as Elias fell asleep Brock teased you “you’re just his good little girl arent ya?” He joked letting out a laugh as you furrowed your eyebrows “I so am not!”

The argument continued on and as Brock thought he won, you knew that it was you who would win in the end “you okay älskling?” Elias mumbled as he watched you do your makeup “can you pick Brock last?” Your question made him smirk as his hand ran over your jaw hooking his fingers under your chin.

It made you smile as he was clearly considering it “and why would I do that?” He asked wanting to hear your reasoning “because you love me.” You quipped back making him laugh.

As he leaned down he kissed your lips “I’ll think about it.” What Elias didn’t know was that you had already convinced Jack and Quinn to do the same but instead with them you brought up the fact that they tried to stop you from dating Elias at the beginning. It was your perfect get out of jail free card for anything.

If Ellen were to find out the pure lengths the boys went to trying to stop Elias from going on a date with you. They would all be dead, especially now as your mom adored the love you held for your boyfriend. So it left you with the perfect thing to keep over the boys heads and now was the time that you were cashing it in.

Elias’ sigh brought you back to reality as he squeezed your shoulder “you ever think about him being our third?” His voice was barely over a mumble as he tapped your thigh motioning you to sit on his lap as he sat on your seat.

You forced your thighs together as you thought about it “he’s your teammate E.” You sighed as you shook your head.

Whilst you two had agreed on being open to the idea of a threesome, there was never someone you could find for the two of you. Brock was a logical option as you were both comfortable with him and that was easy to combine with the feelings he clearly had for you.

The boy smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear “would you do it if he wasn’t?” The Swede pressed soft kisses against the skin of your neck “you know I only want you my love.” You groaned as you tried to get out of his grip “you know that you didn’t answer my question.” Elias squeezed the skin at your hips as he made you squeal.

He loved teasing you like that “I would want him to be our third then.” As you nodded it seemed the universe was set to taunt you as a knock came at the door “Elias you ready bro!” Brock complained as the Swede hadn’t responded to his messages.

Elias laughed as he saw your eyes go wide “yeah y/n is just finishing up.” You weren’t just finishing up, you weren’t even dressed yet “leave her she’s too slow!” You let out a scoff as you sat up “you asshole I’m not deaf!” It was now Brocks turn to laugh as Elias kissed your lips.

His hands were warm on your cheeks “see you later.” He mumbled pecking your lips before he left your room with you running your finger over your lips where his mouth left your smiling.

The draft came and went and before you knew it you were stood with Brock teasing him about what the boys had done “and you thought that Elias was in charge of me.” You laughed as you shook your head leaving Brock confused as he looked at you “is he not?” The blonde looked over you as Quinn and Elias were talking in the distance but the Swede was clearly more focused on the conversation that you were having.

Your lips formed a pout as you turned to see what he was talking about “you wanna know why you were drafted last?” You trailed off finally leaving him to gasp as he nodded figuring out what it was that you had done “well I think Elias over there wanted you to think he was listening to you.” Brocks words made you frown.

What you didn’t know was that as the American motioned to you to come closer to him your boyfriend was making his way over to you both “was told about how bratty you have been all week.” His rough voice made your cheeks turn red.

The pieces of the puzzle quickly found themselves connecting in your brain as your jaw went slack “was not.” You tried to protest as your hands formed fists “don’t lie to him älskling.” Elias clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

You didn’t know where you were meant to look “if I’m so bratty what are you gonna do about it.” You crossed your arms as you smirked thinking that you had beaten him “absolutely nothing.” Elias’ words made your face drop “but Brock here instead will make sure you are given exactly what you deserve.” He mumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear.

It was customary that Elias was physical with you yet Brock felt his mind run wild as he watched you both “he is?” Your thighs pressed together in an attempt to suppress the feelings you felt “only if you want me to.” Brock was quick to shake his head as he placed his hand on yours.

All of the worries that were once in your brain about Brock being a threesome partner for you two seemed to dissipate as you smiled merely sending him a nod. Elias was quick to kiss your head as he dug into his pocket and pulled out your key card before he slotted it into your hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows as Brock laughed “you want to be a good girl and go wait upstairs for us?” Elias tucked your hair behind your ear as they watched the gears turn in your mind “how do you want her?” As the question came to Brock it all but totally knocked the wind from his sails.

The way your eyes scanned his face brought him back to being that nervous boy who couldn’t talk to you without stumbling on his words “‘s up to you Brocky.” You smiled running your fingers over his shirt “on your bed.” The American sounded unsure of himself when he stood there trying to pick up on Elias’ body language.

Elias watched another player walk past you all “what do you want her in?” The Swede whispered to his teammate making the boys cheeks turn red “nothing.” Brock imagined it as his eyes practically undressed you themselves “älskling you hear him?” Elias turned his attention back to you as you nodded.

The boy pecked your lips as he smiled “you go upstairs and we will be there in a few minutes.” It should have been embarrassing the way you sped through there as you headed to the elevator. The teammates couldn’t help but laugh as they watched you send them one final glance before you were off “you sure you’re cool with this?” Brock knew that it was Elias who brought it up to him but the Swede was known for being possessive of you, and rightfully so.

You stared at your reflection in your mirror as you were in nothing but your underwear and heels “you getting cold feet?” You could hear them from outside the door as it reminded you that you were meant to be getting ready for them.

As you reached back to unclip your bra the door opened leaving you looking like a deer in headlights “älskling I had such high hopes for you tonight.” Elias sighed as he clicked his tongue “I’m sorry I-” you were cut off as he kissed your lips.

Brock stared in awe as you were in a black matching set with your black heels “you were meant to be in nothing.” Elias ran his finger over your bra strap “I know but.” You tried to protest but it was clearly no use with the boys “how do we punish her?” The Swede’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Having all that power it made Brock almost go mad “want her on the bed.” You listened as you sat down and looked at the duo “put your head on the pillows.” Brock motioned to you to shift back as you nodded.

Elias went and sat on the chair that sat to the left of the bed “remember he’s in charge älskling.” The Swede did just enough to remind you that he was still there “god you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this.” Brock confessed as he dropped his knees to the bed.

His hands were rough around your ankles as he undid your heels “you have me now.” You whimper as he pushed your legs apart letting him get a full view of your covered soaked cunt “Petey said you been thinking about this?” Brock teased you as he kissed your thighs making sure that each had its fair share of attention before he made any effort to move closer to your core.

All you could do was nod as you bit your lip “wanted it so bad.” Again Elias knew you loved him, but you each had people you that you guys classified as your free cards that you could find attractive and admit it. His were mainly celebrities in the form of models or actresses, yours just so happened to be his teammate who was right in front of you.

Brock smirked as he blew air on your cunt as your body shook “shouldn’t make you wait then?” He joked as you nodded “lift those legs of yours f’me then.” Brock watched your hips push to the air.

He hooked his fingers into your waistband as he slid your panties over your legs before he let them drop to the floor “god.” The American felt his jaw drop as he heard Elias laugh “she’s a pretty fucking girl ain’t she?” The Swede smirked as he had a similar reaction when he first went down on you.

Your cheeks grew warm as you turned your attention to Elias “think you need to get a move on before she keeps on looking at me.” Your boyfriend taunted his teammate “you really are just a needy girl aren’t ya?” Brock let his hand lay flat as he hit your cunt.

You jumped at the feeling as your head turned back to him “Petey she’s fucking soaked.” Brock groaned as he ran his fingers over your clit “she tastes even better.” Elias going down on you and he was going to let Brock know how responsive you were “loves tugging at your hair when you get her at the right spot.” His words made you writhe as you brought your hands to your chest.

The American decided that he wasn’t going to wait any longer as he finally dropped his head between your thighs “fuck!” You groaned feeling his lips latch onto your clit “how good is he baby?” Elias didn’t often refer to you with English pet names but as you sat there all you could do was moan as you turned to see him watching intently from beside you both.

Brock slowed himself down as he found his pace when he slotted his fingers into your cunt. They were arched in an effort to go closer to your g-spot “don’t stop.” You pleaded as you grew used to how different Brock was.

You had Elias who was always pushing you to your limits but he did it by edging you and Brock, on the other hand, was treating you like his last meal as he didn’t know when he’d get this chance with you again. Moans escaped from between your lips as they mixed with your innocent gasps. All of it seemed to only encourage Brock further as he looked up to see you staring at him.

As your cunt clenched around his fingers you felt your legs begin to give out “shift up baby.” Elias’ tone was soft as he towered over you “gonna make me come.” You announced as you pushed your chest up using your grip on Brocks golden locks to help you as his groan sent shivers through your body.

Before you were thrown back against Elias who let your head rest against his lap. The boys looked between each other as Brock looked for the direction he was meant to go with. Yet when Elias shook his head it was you who complained “someone needs to learn that brats don’t get to come.” He squeezed your cheeks between his fingers as you let your lips form a pout.

Brock let his lips leave your clit with a pop “want to start apologising then pretty girl?” Your eyes were hazy as you clearly didn’t have a lot more brain power left in you “he asked you a question.” Elias mumbled as he pinched your nipples over the fabric of your lacy bra.

Your mind was blocked as his fingers rolled your sensitive bud between them “please.” You begged feeling Brock circle his thumb over your clit “think you can do better than that pretty girl.” Brock smiled as he shook his head.

Elias pulled your bra down by its straps letting his hands grip at your tits “want to come so bad.” You whimpered “so so bad.” Tears filled your waterline as your body shook.

The boys laughter taunted you “gonna be a good girl and make a mess f’me then?” Brock asked as you nodded repeatedly “want to be the best girl for you.” The words made both of their cocks strain against their shorts “let go for me then sweet girl.” As the words left the Americans lips he dropped his mouth back to your cunt as he thrusted his fingers into core.

Elias had a different idea as he pinched your jaw forcing you to stare at him “stick your tongue out.” His tone was soft but you knew he was being serious. So all you could do as nod as you listened “such a pretty little slut.” Elias grumbled watching your tongue roll out of your mouth.

Brock took the chance to look up as he watched saliva drop from his teammates mouth and into your own “fuck!” The American groaned as he watched the Swede smirk “keep it in your mouth until he lets you come.” Elias teased your nipples as he punched and tugged at the sensitive buds.

You moaned as your body began to shake “yes sir.” Even as your words were muffled it still went straight to their cocks. Brock continued to lap at your cunt until your thighs wrapped around his head “Brock you’ve got her fucking obsessed with you.” Elias watched the sight in front of him as he was in awe.

It finally came when your cunt burst letting waves of pleasure coarse through your body “look so fucking good like this älskling.” You couldn’t help but clench around Brocks fingers as Elias watched you swallow his spit “let the girl breathe Brock.” The Swede teased as he watched his teammate continue to finger you.

Brock looked up with an apologetic look as he pulled his fingers from your cunt “sorry.” He mumbled letting his lips leave your slit with a pop “c’mere Brocky.” You smiled as you motioned your finger in his direction as you sat up straight.

The look of your orgasm glistening on his chin made you feel wet all over again “think you should thank him for that.” Elias’ words were met with a nod as you took the first move to kiss Brock. The American was quick to melt to your touch as he swore he was dreaming.

Elias clearly had a similar opinion as him as he watched you both with a smile on his face “now you know the deal Boeser.” His voice made you pull away from the American as you turned to your boyfriend with a confused expression “only get her mouth.” Brock reiterated his words making you squirm in the process.

You knew it was stupid but even after all of this time you still adored the fact that Elias craved a certain level of ownership over you. You were his girl, and that was never going to change “this pussy is mine.” Elias smiled as he cupped your cunt making you almost fall into Brocks arms.

The boys were quick to reposition themselves as Elias stood over the bed and Brock was crouched over on his knees “hey pretty girl.” Brock cooed as he ran his fingers over your jaw “hi.” You smiled letting Elias grip at your hips from behind you.

The air that encapsulated the room was tense as Elias dragged his cock through your slit as he watched his precum mix with your wetness. It was like torture to the both of you “still such a needy girl even after her first one.” Brock teased looking like a school boy as he smirked “just loves being fucked like the cock hungry slut that she is.” Elias clicked his tongue as he pushed the head of his cock not your cunt.

He let out a hiss as your walls began to stretch to accommodate his size “don’t be afraid Brock you can fuck her mouth.” The Swede let his cock fully slide into you as he stopped for a moment when he bottomed you out.

The American was quick to fiddle with his belt as he began to pull his pants down letting his cock hit his pelvis “be a good girl and open wide.” He ordered as Elias took the chance to begin fucking you, quickly forcing your mouth open as your jaw grew slack.

Brock took his chance to slide his cock into your mouth as he moaned “ain’t she a good little girl?” Elias let out a grunt as you clenched around his cock at the compliment.

Your tongue swirled around Brocks cock when the boy gripped his hands around your hair forcing it into a makeshift ponytail “you’re such a lucky dude god.” Brock was beyond jealous as you looked up at him through your batted eyelashes.

Elias got the chance to have you everyday and he was no stranger in letting the American know that you were always waiting for him. It Elias had a big game then you would be on your knees in one of his favourite lingeries “you hear that älskling?” Elias taunted as he watched your ass bounce with each thrust that he sent into you.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan as you nodded “he thinks you’re fucking perfect.” Skin slapping against each other echoed on the walls was you didn’t know which side you should have been focusing on “she’s a heavenly from this side too.” It was clear that as Elias picked up the pace of thrusts he wanted to remind his teammate that he was only here because Elias let him be.

Brock nodded as he swore that you hollowing your cheeks out was going to be enough to make him come on the spot “made by the fucking gods.” Both boys hummed in agreement as Elias sent his fingers to your clit sending long moan from your lips.

You felt Brock’s grip around your roots tighten as he tugged at your hair “gonna make me come if you keep making those noises.” The American warned as you felt your cunt clench at the thought of his release.

It seemed that Elias wasn’t too far behind you either as he felt his cock throb “want to be a good girl and taste his come before I make a mess in your pretty pussy?” His accent was accentuated by the last phrases as you began to nod bobbing your head almost nonstop.

The American took it as his green light “don’t stop god.” He gritted out as he body stumbled as his release coated the walls of your mouth practically sucking the life from Brock as he rode out his orgasm “fuck!” The boy groaned sliding his cock out of your mouth before he replaced it with his thumb that collected any of his release that had seeped from between your lips before depositing it back into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his finger “you keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m gonna end up with a fucking baby inside of you.” Elias warned as he was painfully close “wanna milk your cock.” You got the words out before you went back to sucking his teammates thumb “do it älskling.” It wasn’t often that he would just let you come like this and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass you by.

It was quick that your eyes began to roll back into your head as a flurry of incoherent whimpers came from your lips “keep hugging my cock like that.” As his fingers strummer against your clit like it was a guitars strings the coil that built up in your stomach snapped.

Causing your arms to shake as your body grew unstable “fucking so good.” Elias grunted as he finally came letting your release mix with his whilst his cock continued to help you ride through your orgasm. The air in the room came tumbling down as your lips lost Brocks thumb letting a string of your saliva break from your lips as it followed him. And if you were fully cognitive you would have sworn you saw his eyes sparkle as he watched it.

Elias let his cock slide out of your throbbing cunt as he kept his hand around your waist to stop you from collapsing onto the bed “how you feeling älskling?” His voice was soft as he kissed your temple “so good.” Your blasé state made him laugh as he set you on the bed softly.

Brock was fascinated by his friends softer expressions as the boys truly never thought that aftercare would be something that Elias would be so good at “bath, shower or bed?” The three options were all you usually wanted after sex and all of them always had Elias in them “bath.” You nodded reaching for the blanket that was next to you as your skin craved warmth.

It was the way that you and Elias worked so well together that served as a dagger to Brocks heart. He knew you weren’t his but it was having to see you with someone else that suddenly got all too much for him “I should head out.” Brock announced as he reached to pull up his boxers.

A frown found its way onto your lips as you nodded trying to understand his choice “you were good.” Your compliment made a smile form on his lips “you were too pretty girl.” Brock kissed your head as he watched Elias scoop you into his arms “see you tomorrow dude.” The boys sent a look of goodbye to each other and whilst Brock went out your door Elias carried you into the bathroom.

He scanned your face to see if anything was up as you stayed silent “what’s going on in there?” Elias asked as he kissed your cheek “thank you for letting me do that.” You mumbled as your fingers gripped the blanket now craving a warm bath instead.

It made Elias smile as you enjoyed your night “maybe it doesn’t have to be the last time?” He proposed as you nodded, oh if only he knew just how wrong he’d be.

The last few weeks had your heart feeling hurt. When you came back to Vancouver Brock promised that things wouldn’t be weird but after three weeks of him totally avoiding you and trying his best to avoid any activities beyond training and games with Elias. You both began to see how the American was drifting.

Thankfully Quinn didn’t come to any conclusions as he finally thought that Elias had enough of Brock’s long looks in your direction. Elias did his best to help you not feel guilty about what happened as you blamed yourself for him losing his friend. Yet eventually you both came to terms with the fact that there was nothing either of you could do about the radio silence from Brock beyond simply waiting.

It was a cold day in Vancouver as rain had been pouring the entire morning “I’ll be back in a bit!” You called out as you had been looped into a Pilates class with some of the other wags “have fun älskling.” Elias smiled as he pecked your lips before he went back to his phone enjoying the fact that the boys were having a late practice today.

You did your normal routine as you walked down to your car but before you got the chance to unlock your door your phone started going off “what the.” Your eyes went wide seeing Brocks contact appear on your screen.

Before you let the chance pass by you, you answered the call “Brock what the hell has been-” you went to lecture him but was cut off as his grunt echoed in your ear “fuck y/n.” He groaned as he looked down to where his hand wrapped his cock when he picked up his pace.

Silence filled your mouth as you were almost shocked at what was going on “keep thinking back to that day and I wish it was your pussy I fucked instead of your mouth.” Your leggings stuck to your skin as you forced your thighs together almost surprised that he was even admitting this to you.

The sound of his hand hitting his skin was barely audible in the speaker but you still knew what he was doing “god Petey doesn’t deserve you.” You felt dirty feeling so turned on by Brocks actions as you stared at your keychain that had the little E on it.

But before you could say anything more the line went dead leaving you with a decision you knew you shouldn’t be making.

Do you want to send this message to ‘The WAGS 23/24’?

you: hey girls I can’t make it today, something came up.

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[letsgetrowdy43]

Heartbreak Hotel—

Quinn Hughes x reader

Warnings: suggestive content (no actual sex) (it's literally only at the end), lmk if there's anything else I need to warn ppl about :)

I live for the angst of it all… I’m also ignoring the 40 requests in my inbox cause I’m lazy so here, to make up for my lack of motivation

Briggs, the Boeser family's two-year-old baby boy bounced on Y/N's knee. Small giggles erupted from him as he played with the sleeve of his favourite aunt's blouse. A smile spread across the woman's face as she placed a kiss on the crown of the baby's head, "so when are you having one of your own?" Charlotte (I did in fact make a fake wife for Brock, so what??) asked with a smug grin as she sipped her coffee.

"We've definitely talked about it," Y/N joked wiggling her eyebrows at Charlotte who let out a laugh, the woman picked up her coffee cup to hide the look of discouragement on her face from her friend.

"Hughes still having intimacy troubles? I thought it would be much easier for him once he married" Y/N's lips formed a straight line as she thought of her husband, "that's definitely not the issue, we decided that we just aren't ready yet" "Ready? Y/N/N, you've been married three years nearly" Y/N looked at her best friend with this knowing look, "I will never understand how your guy's relationship works"

The blonde let out a quiet sigh, "we are just in a strange place right now" she shrugged, bringing her hand up to remove a lock of her hair from baby's hand, "it's not that I'm not ready, I would love to be a mom, but sometimes it feels like he doesn't want to take those next steps" she said with a sad smile.

Quinn's romance and love seemed to be fleeting, his concentration landing more on his life within the hockey world, rather than on his wife. An issue that the two were tip-toeing around, sharing soft kisses and gentle words but only when he was thriving, only when he was accomplishing greatness. If he wasn't blossoming to the level that he felt was acceptable the idea of loving his wife went out the window, and his heart stayed at the rink along with his passion.

As time went on Y/N learned to accept that this was the love that she was going to receive for the rest of her life. She would always fall second to hockey, it was his life and his greatest aspiration, and she could live with that. But sometimes she wished he would just choose her for once.

"That's utter bullshit, he loves you, you know that," Charlotte said with a smile, Y/N just laughed and joked the agonizing conversation away, no longer wanting to speak about it if no one was going to listen to her point of view. "I know he loves me, he married me for a reason" She bitterly smiled and took another sip of her coffee.

"When is Beau supposed to stop in?" "He said he would stop in around noon, so any minute now?" both women stared at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, eleven fifty-five.

Within a matter of seconds, a man walked through the doors and sat in the seat next to Y/N, taking the baby out of her arms and tucking him into him, "hello little man" he said squeezing Briggs' cheeks. "Look at his little smile," he said in a baby voice as he threw the baby in the air and caught him, just to listen to the little boy's addictive giggles. "You two have that same IQ," Charlotte mumbled with disgust, followed by a smirk gaining a fake scowl from the man, Briggs trying to copy the look plastered on the grown man's face.

"My beloved Y/N, where is your grumpy husband, he hasn't been answering my texts all day, I'm having withdrawals" a fake tone of desperation lacing his voice as he batted his lashes. "Both sets of in-laws are in town for my mom and Jim's birthdays this weekend, so we are hosting dinner tonight at the apartment" The woman stole the toddler right out of Tito's hold, sticking her tongue out at him as the little blondie curled up in her lap.

Her eyes wandered over to the clock again, realizing that it would be best if she left sooner than later in order to help Ellen and her mother with dinner preparations. "Speaking of dinner, I should probably head out" She smiled sweetly and placed the tiny human back into Tito's grasp. "I've barely blessed you with my presence and now you're leaving?" the woman nodded, "fake friend!"

"Bye Beau," she pushed his shoulder, ducking down to place a kiss on the toddler's forehead, "bye-bye Briggs," she waved. "No goodbye kiss for me?" Charlotte asked as the woman got up and off of the couch to place a sloppy kiss on her best friend's cheek,

Finally showing herself out as the calls from her mother already began rolling in on things to grab from the store before making her way home.

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"Y/N, straighten your back, your posture is horrendous" her mother scoffed from behind her as she helped pull her mother-in-law's fresh-baked apple pie out of the oven. "Sorry Mom," she said just above a whisper, adjusting her stance and placing the hot pie on the marble counter.

Quinn walked into the kitchen in search of a corkscrew, he was dressed nicely. A navy button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows leaving his muscular forearms on display.

He was always so carelessly attractive.

His eyes met hers, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty, drinking up her silk-covered silhouette and then flashing her a soft smile. She hated how just the softest looks or gestures could flip her stomach, and wipe her memory of the past few months. Rid him of any blame for why their marriage seemed to be drowning rather than thriving.

"Mom?" he snuck up behind his wife and placed his hands on her hips to kiss her on the cheek, "Dad needs our help in the dining room," and just like that, his warmth was gone.

Quinn was always a gentleman, whether they were in a fight, or hadn't spoken to each other in days he would always greet her with kind words and treat her as if nothing was wrong between them. It was all one big mind-fuck. Although she was starting to believe that he had lost interest in her, he had made that very clear early into their marriage, she would always find things about him that she loved most about him and hold onto those feelings.

It wasn't like that in the beginning though, she didn't always feel the love slipping from between her fingers, it was intertwined in her soul, Quinn's love was her everything. He was gentle and kind, promising her the world. Reminiscing of the life that he had dreamt of with her, but with every seeming day it was as if that dream was washing away.

Y/N couldn't find it in herself to hate him. Even after the long nights of endless fighting, screaming until the only thing she could hear was her heartbeat in her temples. Opting to sleep in the spare bedroom because she couldn't look at him without feeling nauseated. Getting so close to just leaving, walking out the front door and never turning back. But after every heated fight he would come to her at the latest hours of the night and apologize, hot tears streaming down his face as he apologized for raising his voice at her, and she would do the same thing to him.

They were in a constant cycle of tearing each other into pieces and then trying to tape each other back together as if the emotional damage wasn't already in effect.

Dinner started at exactly six sharp, Quinn held Y/N's hand over the table, a small motion that hid their issues with a sweet facade.

"So Quinn, your team is really taking advantage of the playoff push, you guys are killing it" Mr Y/L/N stated, his voice raspy with old age. Quinn's face lit up at the mention of hockey, "The rebuild was really good for us, I'm just hoping to be able to contribute to the push" his wife smiled bitterly, and Ellen sat silently taking in the micro-aggressions that the couple sent each other. "He's so humble," the young woman's mom grinned at her daughter and the rest of the table "You're basically carrying the team love" she smiled sweetly as Quinn denied her claims.

Quinn squeezed Y/N's hand, making her look at him with furrowed brows, "I never got the chance to tell you that you look stunning, that dress is..." And there he was again, making soft comments that rid her of any anger or resentment she was holding against him. "Thank you, you look very handsome as well" she whispered as he leaned forward slightly to place a kiss on her bare shoulder.

The parents sitting around the table completely oblivious to suffering that was silent but present.

"So when are we expecting grandkids?" Ellen said with a grin missing the way that both you and Quinn went rigid in your seats.

There it was, the million-dollar question.

The woman smiled awkwardly and looked up at Quinn as he shrugged, "we're a little young don't you think?" he asked with an unamused expression as he watched his mom shake her head. "I would say twenty-five is a reasonable age" she shrugged and looked over to Y/L/N's mom who nodded in agreeement.

"I mean we are both busy people, and Quinn is always away for work" "You're blaming us not having kids on my lack of presence?" Quinn scoffed and took a sip of his beer. "That's not what I meant, Quinn" She took a deep breath and shook her head, "I just meant that we aren't ready, you've said it yourself it'll happen when the time is right!" she said defensively as she removed her hand from Quinn's and turned her body to face anyone else at the table other than him.

She picked her wine glass up and off the table to finish the remainder in her glass before heading to the kitchen to grab dinner from the oven, her mother-in-law following closely behind.

Ellen walked into the kitchen to see the girl leaning against the counter, her face hidden in her hands as she let the tears flow. "What did my son do now?" the older woman asked gently as she pulled her daughter in-law into her arms.

Ellen Hughes always knew how to fix a situation.

"It's not his fault," she didn't even know how to express their issue in words, sentences getting caught in her throat as she cried into her mother-in-law's arms. Ellen shook her head, "you can't carry all of that baggage sweetheart, let me try to diffuse it" she said dis-attaching herself from the young woman and grabbing a fresh bottle of Pinot Grigio from the wine fridge.

"I'm going to sound so selfish" she mumbled as she pulled the roast out from the oven, "but sometimes I just wish he would pick me, he would choose me over hockey and the team" Ellen's expression softened, "that's not selfish, you just want to be a priority, you already should be his priority," she said quietly pouring herself and her daughter-in-law a glass of wine.

"The same thing happened to Jim and I just after we moved to Toronto, he was so consumed with the Leafs and their development that I carried all of the weight of our family," she said softly, wiping away the girl's tears, "you're not selfish, I just think you need to knock some sense into my son" she smiled, "if you talk, he'll listen, it's one of his greatest attributes" she smiled and grabbed the roast from the counter before heading back into the dining room to serve dinner.

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Quinn stood behind Y/N in their shared closet, she held hair in her hands as he gracefully unzipped the back of her silk dress. An awkward look on his face as he tried to look anywhere but her almost naked silhouette, ignoring how the fabric pooled at her ankles and left her vulnerable.

"If I say something will you listen to me?" she asked quietly, turning around to see him in nothing but his sweatpants, a sad smile on his face, "I need you to hear me."

She watched as he nodded his head, getting slightly distracted from the way his back muscles flexed as he reached up and grabbed himself a new facecloth. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his face soft. A pair of black wire-framed reading glasses sat perfectly on his nose, his brown slightly out-grown hair messy from running his hands through it. He was so attractive, it almost made her angry how distracted she found herself.

"I want to fix this," he answered shortly with a frown, she slid on a pair of silk pyjama pants, remaining in her bra as he pulled her into his chest, "I love you."

"Do you really though?" she asked tiredly, forehead leaning against his chest as the exhaustion filled her voice. "Of course?" he pulled away, slight panic on his features as he heard the seriousness in her tone. "I feel so unimportant to you lately, I just want to feel like I mean something in your life, like the past six years of my life haven't been wasted on a man who prioritizes everything above me" she confessed.

Quinn opened his mouth to answer but was promptly silenced as she covered his mouth with her hand, "listen," she sighed, her hands now playing with the hair on the back of his neck as she made him look her in the eyes. "I don't think I could tell you the last time that I looked at you and truly felt like you still loved me, you spend all your time with the team, and I'm not mad about that, I'm so proud of all the work you're putting into your dreams," her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes, "I just want you to make me feel seen, I feel like our dream of a life together is slowly withering away."

Quinn's brows furrowed "I don't underststand," his hands squeezed her torso lightly as he pulled away, "is this because I said I wasn't ready to have kids yet? Cause I know your'e ready, and it seems like everyone around us is ready, I'm just not there yet," a tone that resembled defensiveness laced his voice as he watched the girl wipe her eyes and shake her head. A dry laugh left the girls mouth as she sadly shook her head, "you're missing the whole point Quinn, it's not about wanting kids, I can't remember the last time we talked, or laughed together, or even the last time you genuinely touched me when it wasn't the outcome of a win and a night out with the boys!"

She watched a realization hit him, dawning on him just how much he had been taking her for granted, "I didn't- I don't know?" His face falling as he backed up against the dresser, "I don't know how to make it right" was all he said staring at his wife whose face was puffy and tear covered, wearing an old t-shirt of his and short as she hugged herself.

Y/N knew Quinn wasn't inherently bad, the look of realization on his face showing her that this absence wasn't because he was bored or that he was tired of her, he was lost.

She bent down onto her knees and kneeled in front of him, "I just need you to love me." "I do love you" he reached out and grabbed her hand, "I promise that I've never stopped loving, I never will." "You need to show me that, you need to make it right Quinn, cause I can't stay in a marriage where my husband doesn't acknowledge my existence, and I don't want a life with someone who only needs me around when he's feeling on top of the world" she whispered as she place a kiss to his knuckle.

"I want the good, the bad, and the ugly, and I want it all with you."

He reached forward and wrapped his arms around her to pull her into his frame, "I will make it right," he whispered as he sat her down on his lap, straddling him, his hands finding comfort on the soft flesh of her thighs. "I know you will" she mumbled, feeling like for the first time in a long time he was actually looking at her, actually listening to her every syllable.

His hand travelled up to her hip, nose bumping into hers as he eyed her bottom lip, "can I kiss you?" "Please," she said breathlessly as he swooped in and captured her lips on his, his hands kneading the skin of her thigh as her hands found his jaw line, holding him as close to her as humanly possible.

She pulled away first, her chest heaving, lips swollen as she looked at his hazy expression, "that was a good start," she grinned as he wrapped her body around him, getting up off of the ground and travelling into their room. "My apology hasn't even begun yet" he said smoothly, his lips making their way from her jaw down to her collarbone.

"You do have a lot of apologizing to do" she whispered into his neck as he laid her down on their bed. A small grin on his face as she innocently stared up at him, "don't worry, we have all the time in the world."

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[lvrhughes]

Best Friend's Teammate| Q. Hughes

if this does not line up at all, I've never been to rogers arena during hockey season and I literally just chose the first canuck to come to mind to so that's why we've got Brock

word count: 1.9k

pairing: Quinn Hughes x f!reader, platonic!Brock Boeser x f!reader

summary: there’s a family skate and your best friend convinces you to come, the issue being you can’t skate. but he has a solution, the defence man you’ve been crushing on will teach you

warnings: pretty fluff, kissing, falling?

requested: no

not my gif!

“I can’t believe you’ve lived in Vancouver for the past three years and you still don’t know how to skate!” Your best friend, and pain in the ass, Brock exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes once again, the third time this week he’s brought it up.

“Why do keep bringing this up? What’s happening?” You finally pushed.

“There’s a family skate tomorrow and I want to bring you” he finally caved.

Of course there was a skating event Brock would want you to go to. You looked up at him, he had his best puppy dog eyes out and you knew he knew he’d won once you looked at him.

“Fine.” You muttered crossing your arms, “but you have to teach me”

“Deal!” He was radiating excitement. “I’ll see you tomorrow, 10 am sharp Y/n/n” he called walking the path towards his place while you continued to yours.

What the fuck had you just signed up for, oh god. You knew Brock, so why you still agreed you didn’t know. Brock would definitely get distracted and leave you like Bambi on ice tomorrow, hopefully Elias would help you. Maybe Quinn would be there.

Everyone could see the small little crush you were pining over the young defenseman. It was clear to everyone but Quinn.

The morning rolled around sooner than you would’ve liked, having to get up earlier then you’d want. You had to search for the pair of skates you had from when you once tried to skate, several years ago.

About 20 minutes after you did find them, Brock showed up at your door, he didn’t even bother to knock he simply walked in.

“Oh dear Y/n” he chanted through the house, snooping through the rooms for you.

“Bedroom” you called back and waited for him to come.

He came running in, sliding his socks along the hardwood floor.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, but you got to promise you won’t just leave me” you made him swear to that, even though he’d break it at some point.

The drive to the rink was the worst part, you had time to think it over. You, who couldn’t skate, surrounded by hockey players, children, and other adults that could skate, you were bound to embarrass yourself. You tried to shake the thought of face planting in front of everyone but you could, but Brock noticed.

“Calm down, you’ll be fine.” He words barely comforted you but it was enough for the two minutes before you made it in the rink.

“What am I doing here Brock, I’m going to die!” You exaggerated, he let out a chuckle.

“No your not”

“How do you know?”

“Because even if I’m not with you, Quinn’ll be” he beamed.

What did he say.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I got Quinn to help teach you.” Brock looked so proud, you were going to kill him.

“You” you pushed your finger against his chest, “are dead to me.”

You knew you were being dramatic but you also knew he knew it was a joke. The smile across his face said so.

“Come on Y/n/n, he’s like the best skater on the team” he bargained.

“hmph” was all you mumbled out before finding a bench and sitting. Brock followed behind you, carry both of yours skates.

“Let me put mine on then I’ll help you” he offered but by some ironic luck, Quinn was there.

“It’s fine Brock I can help her” Quinn offered, Brock quickly accepted for you.

And so you were sitting on a bench, with Quinn at your feet tying your skates, definitely not how you pictured your Sunday going. He stood up, placing his hand out for you.

“Are you ready?” He questioned, no, but nonetheless.

“I guess” you said grabbing his hand, trying to stand. You hadn’t realized how unstable you’d actually be on skates. You almost immediately fell back, but Quinn was faster, he arms wrapping around your waist to stop you.

He let out a small chuckle, helping you stand up completely.

“Do you want to try getting on ice now?”

“God no, but Brock will kill me if I don’t”

So he lead you towards the ice, you could see Brock doing laps, talking to children as they came to him. He made it look so easy. Fuck it, if he could do it you could too.

Quinn skillfully glided on to the ice, you already envied that ability. He took your hand again, helping you to keep steady when you stepped on.

“Okay, just hold my hands we’ll go slow at first” he was so calm and nervous at the same time it almost scared you. But you did as he said, you held his hand, like you life depended on it, and he slowly skated backwards.

“That's good, just copy what I’m doing” so you tried, and you did it the first few times. The was before you caught a divot in the ice.

“Fuck” you said almost falling atop of Quinn, you quickly rolled off him.

“I am so sorry” you were quick to apologize but ur didn’t seem to care, he had a small smile on his face.

“It’s fine. It happens” and with that he got up and helped you up. This time only taking one of your hands, you missed the warmth he gave but wouldn’t dare say that aloud.

“You remember how to push?”

“Yeah”

“Okay do that, it’s the same as before but now you're beside me.” He was so gentle explaining how to push and glide it made you think skating was the easiest thing in the world, you just couldn’t understand.

He let go of your hand, you shook a little bit but we’re soon comfortable. He skated a bit ahead.

“Okay, now skate to me.” He told you. He had so much confidence in your ability, you thought. But you tried.

You made your way over to Quinn, slowly but at least you didn’t fall. Pushing and gliding your feet like he had shown you.

“Perfect” he said once you’d reached him, he took your hand again. He pulled you closer to him and spun. Giggles left your mouth as he did, he thought it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

“Quinn I’m going to get dizzy!”

He slowed so you were just standing in his arms, it was peaceful. All the sound around had faded, it was just you and Quinn in that moment. His eyes stared down into yours, they were so beautiful.

He was so beautiful. That’s all you had figured out, he was gorgeous and you had a crush on him. Unintentionally your eyes darted to his lips, back they were quick to return to his eyes. You saw his eyes look to your lips quick before letting you out if his arms.

“Come on, let’s go get a hot chocolate, then more laps”

A slight disappointment filled you, but you knew Quinn was too good for you. So you skated beside him, still holding his hand, to get off the ice for a drink.

Once you two both had drinks, and had enough of them for the moment he put them beside all your stuff and brought you back on to the ice.

You skated laps beside him, some laps holding his hand, some without. You preferred the laps holding his hand. A shiver ran up your spine, Quinn noticed.

“Here” he said taking off and handing you the hoodie he was wearing.

“No it’s fine, you’ll get cold.”

“Y/n, I basically live on the best ice, I’ll be fine”

You had no argument against that so you took his hoodie, sliding it over your head. It was warm and smelt like him. You just wanted to curl up with it and never leave it.

Quinn’s heart melted at the sight, you in his hoodie, it was definitely too big for you, but he thought it was adorable.

“Y/n” Brock called, skating over before icing both you and Quinn.

“I see you learned to skate” he snickered towards the fact you were now wearing Quinn’s hoodie and holding his hand.

“Shut up”

“She’s actually doing really well” Quinn contributed. Brock just laughed in reply, almost challenging to what Quinn had just said.

You had to admit, you were extremely competitive and petty. So what Brock had did, gave you reason to try and skate better than him.

“I can skate.” You declared. “One lap and you have to admit that I can skate.”

He nodded, you let go of Quinn’s hand and began around. Brock followed beside you, Quinn behind. It was a peaceful lap, until a small child cut in front of you and if u didn’t try to stop you would’ve ran it over.

“Fuck” you mumbled, now sitting on the ice. Brock laughed.

“Oh shut up, that wasn’t even my fault!”

“I know but it was funny” he couldn’t stop laughing, until Quinn nudged him acknowledging the look in your face.

Quinn was quick to help you up, pulling you into his arms while. You hid your face in his chest, knowing they’d seen your reaction to the teasing. They didn’t need to see your reaction again, embarrassment overcoming whatever you were feeling before. Quinn wrapped his arms around you, it was nice. He was warm and smelt good. The urge to nuzzle yourself deeper in his chest was so strong, you made yourself pull away before you could give in.

“I think I’m done for the day.” You said, getting positioned to skate towards the gate.

“No I’m sorry I shouldn’t have laughed, please you were having so much fun with Quinn. Continue on, I’ll go find the team” Brock excused himself before you could deny, your feet were beginning to hurt making you want off the ice anyways.

“Fucker” you whispered under your breath, yet somehow Quinn still heard.

“Do you really want off?” He looked a bit sad, and you knew you couldn’t say no to the kicked-puppy look he had.

“My feet just hurt that’s all”

“If you want we can get off?”

“No it’s okay, let do some more laps”

He smiled, his smile was so pretty, god you were in love. So you did more laps with Quinn, staying on the ice until you had to leave.

Yet again right before getting of the small child appeared to trip you, this time onto Quinn. Your face flushed, now you laying on top of Quinn.

“I am so sorry”

You didn’t even get the extent of your apology out before Quinn kissed you, it shocked you. You froze for a second before melting into him. Your arms found a place around his neck, his wrapping around your waist to keep you on top of him.

You both did have to pull back for air eventually, much to both of yours disappointment. He helped you up from on top of him, on the ice, and pulled you against him again.

“I am so glad you didn’t yell at me” he laughed, placing a kiss on your head.

"Why would've I yelled at you?" A little confused, your tone laced with it.

"I mean I just kissed you, I didn't even ask." he was soft with his words almost embarrassed, you just smiled at him.

"I'd never yell at you, Quinn. I've loved you since we first met."

"Really? That was like three years ago." he seemed shocked, it was a little intimidating, you had to admit.

"I thought I was the only one" he admitted shortly after.

"You've loved me since then too?"

"How could I could I not?" He had a smile on his face, he was practically glowing.

"I love you so much, Quinn"

"I love you so much more"

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine #mads writings!

[comphy-and-cozy]

Hello! Could you please write something for Brock Boeser and 37) kissing to make someone jealous if you’re feeling it? 😊

hi sweetness <3 always love big teddy bear brock!!

requests are currently open!

Prompt: Kissing to make someone jealous

Pairing: Brock Boeser x reader (gn)

Word Count: 852

Warnings: Anxiety themes/symptoms, brief alcohol use/mention

It's been three months since John broke up with you, leaving you heartbroken as you watched his tail lights leave your driveway for one last time. You became a shell of yourself, hollow and fragile, darkness surrounding you as you began your healing process.

Vancouver isn’t small, but it also isn’t huge, either, and you knew that you’d run into him at some point. For awhile, you were timid, glancing nervously around every corner, guard up and prepared for a run-in at any moment. But as the weeks turned into months, the nervous knot of anxiety that had formed in your chest began to loosen, a false sense of security that maybe you never would.

So, when you’re out with some friends on a Friday night, John is far from your mind. Your heart is still battered and bruised, but the bandages now cover healing scars rather than fresh, painful wounds, and you’re empowered to be taking your life back. Still, not enough time has passed for you to remain unaffected when he shows up to the same bar.

You hear his name before you see him, and your heart turns icy, sinking to the depths of your stomach with a nasty flip. The lurch that accompanies it is even more unpleasant, your eyes drawn to the face you’d been dreading seeing. He’s across the bar, amid a sea of unfamiliar faces and loud chatter, but it’s like the seas parted and a spotlight is shining on him, unable to look away from the man that had caused you so much pain. 

Brock’s standing beside you, watching the myriad of expressions dancing across your face tell a story, one that isn’t difficult to piece together by the hurt in your eyes. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly, concern laced in the question that’s meant to be casual.

You’d almost forgotten he was there, the world around you blurred and hazy. Words, you think, what are words? Instead, you shake your head no, then manage, “Think I’m gonna be sick.”

With a swift movement, he’s stepped around you to block your line of sight, removing the temptation to stare at John until he notices you or walks over to you or whatever it is that you want him – or don’t want him – to do. 

“Look at me,” he says firmly, the hand not holding his drink coming up to cup the side of your face, giving a gentle nudge to encourage you to do as he asks. The bluish gray of his eyes is enough to capture your attention, soft and warm. “Breathe, okay?”

There’s something about his voice that trickles through the fuzziness of your brain, soothing you, and you take a deep breath, exhaling what is surely an absolutely lovely odor of vodka cran against his face. If he’s bothered, he doesn’t show it, instead searching your eyes.

“I’m okay, Brock,” you say, though you find yourself leaning into his touch for relief. “I just – where is he?”

He glances over his shoulder to look for the subject in question, and your heart begins to race again when he doesn’t quickly turn back to provide you with a location. You see his eyes scanning the crowd, swallowing thickly before turning back to you.

“Brock –”

“He’s heading over here.”

You feel your heart freeze, and you’re sure your face has blanched. Brock glances at his beer, downing the remaining suds before setting the empty bottle haphazardly on the table behind you, joining the empties and napkins that litter its sticky surface. Before you can get another word out, his hands are back on your face and he’s kissing you with everything he has. It’s powerful, but sweet and soft, and though you have about a million questions in your mind, they all seem to dissipate when he moves to kiss you deeper, sucking the air from your lungs with the way his tongue slides against the seam of your mouth.

Against your own volition, your hands slide up the back of his neck and into the fringes of his hair, soft against your fingertips. Distantly, you register the feeling of his hands moving hot on your back, keeping you pressed against him and removing any chance that you’ll try to glance over to see John or his reaction. Not that you can even think of anything other than Brock and the way he’s invaded all of your senses.

It could be five minutes or five hours later, you aren’t sure, but he finally pulls away, a really sweet flush in his cheeks as his tongue darts out to taste the remnants of you on his lips. Words yet again fail you, though this time for an entirely different reason. With a short glance around, you determine that John is gone, has left your premises presumably after seeing your lips locked with Prince Charming. 

When you finally regain a somewhat logical train of thought, you splutter, “What was that for?”

Brock shrugs, then smiles. “You needed to be distracted. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to do that forever.”

#c does requests #brock boeser blurb #brock boeser fic #hockey fic #brock boeser imagine #nhl imagine #tw anxiety

[luke-hughes43]

okkk i have so many requests ideas sooo here’s a quinn one firdt!!

so the reader has been working at the canucks for a few years now and has become good friends with the team and great friends with quinn, quinn is definitely head over heels for her and has been trying to give her hints for a while that he wanted to be more than friends, maybe they finally get together maybe luke or jack who have become good friends with the reader as well but maybe they end up slipping up and telling her that quinn is in in love with her and she had no idea thinking he only thought of her as a sister, and maybe she goes and kisses him or something and they tell each other their feelings

yes! I love this. (she'll be one of the media girls) I changed it a little but it's good I promise!

Y/N's POV

so for a little background here, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm 24 and do social media for the Vancouver Canucks. I'm born and raised in Vancouver so working for the Canucks is a dream come true. I've worked here since I got out of college 3 years ago.

I've formed close relationships with a few of the players like Elias Petterson, Brock Boeser, JT Miller, and Thatcher Demo. Quinn Hughes and I have formed a very close friendship. I'm the closest with him out of anyone else.

over the years of being with the canucks, I've grown very close to Quinn. we often find ourselves hanging out with each other after practices and games just getting dinner and watching movies at whoever's apartment.

the more time I spent with him, the more I realized that I have grown to have romantic feelings for Quinn.

we're very similar people, the quiet, observer type. very family oriented and driven in what we do.

this season, Quinn was named captain for the Vancouver Canucks which is a huge honor. the guys decided to throw a little party for him at Thatcher's house. they graciously invited me which I was quick to accept.

as soon as I get there, I go looking for Quinn. I bump into Elias and ask, "hey Petey. you seen Quinn?"

"you're boy is in the kitchen. he's about 2 minutes away from disappearing for hours and being a recluse. go rescue him."

I blush, "thanks."

they guys noticed my feelings for Quinn in the middle of last season, insisting that he felt the same. I denied it and said that we're just friends regardless of how I feel.

true to Petey's word, Quinn was in the kitchen, presumably hiding form everyone. he hates being the center of attention. it'a a trait I've grown to love about him. I smile and make my way over.

when he sees me, he smiles too. he pulls me in a for hug and says, "I'm so glad your here. save me please. these people are crazy."

I smile into his chest and say, "Petey sent me to rescue you. come on, let's get a drink and relax q."

he nods and leads me over to the drinks. he has his hand on my lower back, guiding me through demmer's house. we find ourselves some drinks and just stay close to each other for a while finding comfort with each other.

the guys call Quinn into the living room and do a few speeches in congratulation before we all break off and hang with our own people.

Quinn and I just stick to each other and giggle softly about random things we tell each other. many many many drinks later, Quinn and I are dancing together to whatever song is playing and he just looks so good. so happy and handsome. I can't seem to resist the urge I've had for a while to kiss him anymore so I go up on my tip toes and press a soft kiss to his lips.

it catches him by surprise but he kisses me back once he realizes what's going on. if it ends badly, I'll blame it on the alcohol. he pulls away and smiles, "I've wanted to do that for months. looks like you beat me too it."

"I've wanted to do it for months too." I say back in a whisper.

he smiles softly before leaning back in and kissing me again. there's a bunch of hollers around us causing us to pull away. we realize that everyone just saw us kissing and so I blush and hide my face in Quinn's chest. JT yells, "Huggy finally got the girl!"

Quinn says back quickly, "That's captain huggy to you millsy. anyways, we're gonna head out. thank you guys for this, it means a lot and I love you guys. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

and with that, we graciously make our exit. neither of us are ok to drive so Quinn calls an uber to his place. his hands have not left my body since we kissed. we end up in the back of the car kissing the whole back to his place.

it's peaceful and quiet.

once we get in the privacy of his apartment, neither of us hold back. one thing leads to another and we end up in his bed, with no clothes. we wake up the next morning around the same time, tangled in each other. Quinn pushes the hair out of my face and smiles, "morning beautiful."

I blush and whisper, "morning q."

"so about last night?"

"yea?"

"what do you say me and you give this whole relationship thing a try? I've wanted this for months but I didn't wanna ruin our friendship or lose you." he says softly.

I nod and press a soft kiss to his lips. I say back, "me too. I'd love to see where this goes. there's only been you Quinn, even though we were only friends, it's always been you."

he nods and just pulls me into him and kisses me again. let's just say our morning was as late as our night...

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks #hockey #nhl hockey

[hockey-fics]

A Perfect Celebration - Brock Boeser

Word Count: ~3,600

Warnings: drinking, smut (that's the majority of it)

(This was requested after the game on October 11th, it should not have taken me this long to write, I'm very sorry.)

You couldn’t believe what you were watching. Not that you didn’t believe in Brock’s skills. But when you watched the fourth goal go into the net you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed for him. Brock. You had been friends for years and you had seen him go through so many struggles relating to his career. Painful days, helping him deal with the aftermath of surgery, of injuries. But moments like these, you knew the excitement he would be feeling, the happiness, relief, that it would make all those other days worth it. 

When the game ends you can’t wipe the giddy smile off your face. An 8-1 win in their first game, with four of those goals coming from Brock.

‘wanna come for a couple drinks to celebrate?’

You can tell from the lack of details he was rushing to get the text message to you. You weren’t shocked though, you were sure there was a lot going on for him. ‘Absolutely’ 

‘Bayside?’

‘Sounds good’

‘I’ll be out of here as soon as I can’ 

‘Take your time’ 

Slowly you make your way out of the arena, heading to your car where it was parked so far away you feel like you should have just walked to the arena. Knowing that you’d have some time before Brock made it to Bayside you head home, leaving your car there in favour of getting an Uber to the bar. 

Shortly after arriving at the bar Brock is at your side. His hair is still damp from his shower, his lips pulled into an intoxicating smile. You’re sure he’d heard a million congratulatory comments already at that point but it doesn’t stop you from throwing your arms around him. “Starting off hot, hey?” 

Brock chuckles, a comforting sound that fills you with happiness. He pulls you in closer, his arms tight around you. “I’m glad you were there tonight,” he mumbles. 

“Me too,” you whisper. Breathing in you’re hit with the familiar scent that always lingered on Brock, his soap, shampoo, cologne, you didn’t know what it was but you loved it. You loved him. But that was something that you could barely even admit to yourself. “I’m proud of you.”

Brock pulls back, his hands falling to your arms, not letting go of the contact between the two of you. “Thank you,” Brock breathes out, his eyes lingering on you. 

“Are you guys coming?” Quinn nearly yells, suddenly appearing at your side. Flinching you pull back from Brock, realizing you weren’t actually having a private moment with him. 

Following the group of people who had come out for a few drinks to celebrate the win you slide into the booth beside Brock. The table is small and you have to press yourself into Brock in order to not be teetering on the edge of the booth. 

“Do you have enough room?” Brock asks you, lifting his arm up to rest on the back of the booth behind you. 

Wiggling in a little closer you give him a reassuring nod. “Yeah, I’m good…unless you don’t want me this close,” you joke. 

“You can get as close as you want,” Brock tells you, his voice suddenly lower, his eyes locked on yours. You didn’t want to read into it, didn’t want your stomach to fill with butterflies. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks as you stare up at Brock. 

Clearing your throat you quickly turn your head to look at the drink menu in front of you before Brock could notice the reddening of your cheeks. “Do you know what you’re going to drink?” you ask, pushing the drink menu between the two of you so you could both look at it. 

“Probably just a beer,” Brock chuckles, eyes scanning over the list of craft cocktails. 

Giggling you turn your head to look back up at him. “You’re so predictable.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily,” you whisper with a shrug. You didn’t want to tell him that you wouldn’t mind him being a little less predictable. A little less predictable if it meant moving your relationship away from always being just friends. 

“You’re going to get the cucumber jalapeño margarita,” Brock states with a playful smile. 

“How did you know that?” you ask, eyes widening. 

“Because you’re predictable,” Brock teases, his hand falling to your shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

Rolling your eyes you push the drink menu back towards the centre of the table. After putting in your drink orders the conversation picks up, loud and rambunctious. Laughter filled the air frequently, a joyous energy around the table. After your third, or maybe fourth, margarita you could feel yourself gravitating closer and closer to Brock, even though you didn’t think it was even possible to do so. Before long you have one of your hands sitting on the top of his thigh, his arm that was once sitting on the back of the booth now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“I’m going to the washroom,” you tell Brock after finishing off your last drink, sliding out of the booth. 

“I have to go to too,” Brock mumbles, standing up after you. The two of you make your way to the bathrooms at the back of the bar. After using the washroom you touch up your hair and makeup the best you possibly could in the mirror of the dim bathroom. 

Stepping out of the bathroom your eyes fall on Brock, leaning against the hallway wall across from you. “You didn’t have to wait for me,” you tell him. 

“I wanted to.” Brock shrugs, reaching out and grabbing your hand, pulling you to stand in front of him. You’re shocked by the sudden contact but you don’t pull back, don’t want it to stop. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Me too,” you tell him with a smile. “You’re being kinda sappy,” you tease, shuffling a little closer. Maybe it was the jalapeño margaritas pushing you closer to him but you weren’t going to deny the confidence the tequila was giving you felt good. Because you had feelings for Brock, very strong feelings. You just never had the courage to act on them before. 

Brock pulls his hand away from yours, reaching over and setting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. “What are you up to?” you whisper, fingers moving up to rest on the front of his chest. 

He doesn’t answer you, at least not verbally. Slowly he leans in, till his lips are nearly touching yours. 

“Brock,” you breathe out, your eyes settling on his lips, so close to yours. 

“Sorry, I didn’t-,” Brock mumbles, slowly pulling back. 

Before he can get far your fingers curl into the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him back to you. As you do you lean up to press your lips to his. There’s a palpable hesitation but it lasts only a few seconds. Till his hands are fumbling on your body, desperately pulling you closer. Till you’re sliding your arms over his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair. Till his tongue brushes against yours and you have to hold back a moan as your body tingles with desire. 

You pull back only when you sense movement in your peripheral. Quickly stepping back from Brock your cheeks redden as a woman sheepishly hurries by, slipping into the bathroom. Once the bathroom door falls shut you turn your attention back to Brock. “That’s embarrassing,” you mumble. 

“Kissing me?” Brock teases. 

Rolling your eyes you place your hands on his chest again, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “No,” you whisper. “But I’d like it if we had been in a more private location for it.”

“We could be,” Brock offers, his hands coming to rest on your waist. 

As the insinuation behind the suggestion hits you inhale a sharp breath, your lips parting slightly. You can feel your heart racing, your eyes bouncing from his eyes to his lips. “Yeah,” you whisper. “We could be.”

Brock places his fingers under your chin, tipping your head back to lean down and kiss you. It’s gentle and slow, lasting only long enough to leave you longing for more. “Should we?” Brock asks. 

“Yes,” you reply quickly, nodding. “Now or do you want to hang out and celebrate longer?”

“Now,” Brock tells you eagerly, making you giggle. 

You follow him back to the table where he tells everyone he’s heading home, making up some excuse about feeling pretty tired. Of course everyone just assumed you would leave with him. You only ever spent time with this group if you were with Brock, so your departure at the same time didn’t raise any eyebrows. After he pays the bill, despite your insistence that you wanted to pay for his celebratory drinks, you head back to his apartment. 

You’re barely through the door when Brock has his hands on you again. After kicking off your shoes you spin around in his grasp, fingers sliding up his chest. Leaning up you brush your lips over Brock’s the tension in the room building to an almost unbearable level. A second later Brock is pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is filled with passion and lust, desperate and longing. Your fingers curl into the fabric of Brock’s t-shirt as he pushes you back into the wall. Your back smacks into the wall, harder than you were expecting. 

“Sorry,” Brock mutters against your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips. 

“Don’t be,” you whisper, your arms sliding up over his shoulders. “Kinda how I like it.”

Brock’s breath leaves his lips with a shaky groan. His hands grasp at your hips, pulling you into him. “Are you sure about this?” Brock mumbles. 

You hesitate for a second, your brain scrambling for the right answer. Of course you wanted it, you wanted him, more than anything else right now. But you could also see how easily this could come back to bite you. If this was all this was, a casual hookup, you were certain that was going to hurt you in the long run. Regardless you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, giving him an affirmative nod. 

“I want you,” you whisper, leaning back up to kiss him again. His hands move from your hips to your waist, warm hands pushing underneath the bottom of your shirt. His fingers brush along the bare skin of your sides, warm and comforting. Pulling his hands back a minute later he breaks away from the kiss, fingers grasping at the bottom of your shirt to tug it off of you. The air in the apartment is cool, your skin erupting in goosebumps. 

“Guess I need to warm you up a bit,” Brock mumbles, voice low. 

His hands find your waist again, pushing you from the entryway of the apartment and into the living room. He sits down on the couch first, hands sliding behind your thighs to guide you down on top of him. Your knees settle into the couch on either side of him, your hands resting on his shoulders. Pressing your hips forward with a playful smirk you can feel Brock tense beneath you, his breath shuddering. Your kiss is quicker now, hands grasping at him as you rock your hips into him. His body is warm, heat radiating into you. 

His hands make their way around your back, fingers making quick work of the hooks of your bra. You pull back from the kiss only to let him slide the bra down your arms. His eye darken with lust when they drift to your exposed chest. “Holy fuck,” he groans, his hands sliding up your sides and around your body, large roaming over your chest. 

Giggling you lean a little closer, till your lips are hovering over his. “I could say the same,” you whisper before kissing him again. His tongue brushes against yours, a quiet whimper of desire slipping past your lips. Pulling back you grasp at his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it to the side. Your fingers run down his now bares shoulders, taking the opportunity to touch him in ways you had only every imagined. 

Your breathing is shaky as you push yourself off the couch, sinking down onto your knees in front of Brock. Your hands land on his belt, slowly unbuckling it, your eyes locked on his. 

Brock groans quietly, his hip shifting forward and you can’t help the teasing smile that spreads on your lips. When you get the belt unbuckled you move your hands to the button of his jeans, only slowing down further as you watch his growing impatience. 

By the time you get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped Brock’s breathing is shaky and he quickly lifts his hips sliding his jeans off. Leaning forward you run your fingers up his torso, a teasing smile on your lips as you stare up at him. 

“Baby,” he groans, his fingers running through your hair. Hearing him call you baby fills your brain with hazy pleasure. Baby. It didn’t mean much, not in a moment like this, but you couldn’t stop yourself from letting the word play over and over again in your mind. 

“Yes?” you whisper, staring up at him as you slide your body back down to kneel completely in front of him. 

Brock’s lips curl into an amused smirk, chuckling lowly. “I never would have imagined this outta you.”

Curling your fingers under the elastic of his underwear you slowly begin to inch them lower. “Do you imagine what I’m like in bed often?”

Brock lifts his hips, quickly sliding his underwear off. While leaning forward he places his hands under your chin, his lips on yours. His tongue rolls against yours and you push yourself closer to him, hands grasping at his arms. “How could I not?” Brock mutters before sitting up straighter, watching you closely. 

Your body is hot with desire, desperate for more. Reaching up you wrap your hand around his cock, moving your hand so slow you’re sure Brock would say something. But he doesn’t. He watches you intently, breathing raged. You’re tempted to tease him longer but the heat in your core is increasing and you don’t want to be patient any longer. Leaning over you slowly bring him into your mouth, revelling in the groan it draws from his lips. 

Before long you’re moving your head with a steady rhythm, keeping your hand around the base of his cock, thick saliva building in your mouth. You’re not able to continue for much longer before Brock is telling you to stop. 

When you pull back Brock reaches down, his thumb brushing over your your bottom lip, wiping away some of the saliva from your lip. He stands up a second later, taking your hands and helping you to your feet. “Let’s go to my room,” Brock suggests.

Your mind is hazy, nodding eagerly before following Brock to his room. His hands find the button of your jeans, leaning down to kiss you as he unbuttons them. He pulls back to slide them down your legs, his hands slowly trailing back up your thighs. “Lay down,” Brock tells your. 

Your breath hitches in your throat and you turn to walk to the edge of the bed, laying down on your back. Brock follows you, his hands on your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he sinks down between them. You watch him press his lips to your inner thigh, gently, teasingly. His eyes are locked on you as you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him. When you feel his tongue run along you your body jolts, heading tipping back. His tongue explores your body, led by your moans and whimpers. “Oh, fuck,” you breathe out as his tongue flicks against your clit. “Like that, please.”

Brock doesn’t stop, your head spinning with pleasure. Your fingers curl into the duvet on the bed, breathing heavy. “Fuck, Brock, please, I-,” you stammer. “I’m close,” you tell him, desperate for him not to stop. A moment later you feel your muscles tensing, hot pleasure rippling through your body as you cry out in pleasure. 

He moves up onto the bed, hovering over you as he presses his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a strangled moan leaving your lips. “I want you inside me,” you whisper when you pull back, desperately trying to catch your breath. 

You watch Brock get off the bed, propping yourself up to watch him pull open the drawer in the nightstand. He takes out a condom, putting it on with record speed. He’s back on the bed just a moment later, his body warm as he hovers over you. “Are you sure?” Brock asks.

“Yes,” you reply with an obvious eagerness in your voice. “Please,” you add with a quiet whimper. 

Brock moves himself closer, reaching down to guide himself into you. His movements are slow, gentle. Bringing his hand from between your bodies he runs it along your thigh, pulling you closer as he thrusts deeper inside you. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, head spinning. Your fingers dig into Brock’s back, pulling him down closer to you. Between heavy breaths you exchange messy kisses, punctuated by moans and whimpers.

You can feel your body flushing, your skin red hot under Brock’s touch. His hands slide up your thighs as he straightens his body out. Your hands move up to his torso, fingers roaming up towards his chest, his skin sticky with sweat. 

Brock reaches down quickly, fingers circling around your wrists as he presses them down into the bed above your head. Your breath catches in your throat followed quickly by a string of moans. 

“You like that?” Brock ask, his hips quickening, each thrust seeming a little harder than the last. 

“Yes,” you choke out, nodding eagerly. “You feel so fucking good inside me,” you whisper, eyes locked on Brock. 

Brock groans loudly, letting go of your wrists to lean down to brush his lips against yours. “I’m close,” Brock tells you. His lips are pressing harder to yours, tongues brushing together, sloppy and wet. You bite back a whimper when Brock pulls away, his own quiet moans filling the room a second later. 

His movements slow, pulling himself out of you just a minute later. You watch him leave the room, disappearing into the en-suite bathroom. 

You try to steady your breathing and heart rate while attempting to slow your racing mind. Laying on your back you stare at the shadows creeping up onto the ceiling on the other side of the room. 

“Guess I really gotta keep playing like that now,” Brock says, breaking the silence as he lays back on the bed beside you.

Turning your head to look at him you giggle quietly, your eyes meeting his. You feel his hand grasp at yours, fingers slipping lacing between yours and you squeeze is gently. “Hope it was enough of a congratulations for you.”

Brock chuckles, giving you a nod. “More than enough.”

The silence returns for a moment as you toy with his fingers absentmindedly. “Brock,” you whisper, hesitantly interrupting the silence again. 

“Mhmm?” Brock hums, watching you carefully. 

“What, um, what does this…mean?” you whisper, voice shaky. “I mean-,” you breathe out, sitting up and pulling the duvet which was bunched halfway down the bed up to cover your bare chest. “Was this just…like, a meaningless, casual hook-up?”

Brock’s fingers brush along your spine, making you jump at the sudden contact. “No,” Brock says, quiet but definitive. “Is that, uh, what you want or-?”

“No,” you interrupt, angling your body to look back at Brock, watching him carefully. “But, um, what does that mean then?”

Brock slides his hand across your back to grasp at your hip, pulling you back down next to him. Rolling over you prop yourself up on your elbow, your free hand resting on his chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“To have me in your bed naked?” you joke, a playful smile on your lips. 

Brock chuckles, running his hand up your forearm. “Well, yeah, but I mean…like…us, together, in bed like…this.”

“So exactly what I just said?” 

“No,” Brock groans, shaking his head. “I’ve just, you know-.”

“Use your words,” you tease. 

“I love you,” Brock blurts. 

His words catch you by surprise and you pull back slightly, eyes narrowing. Did he really mean that? Obviously it wasn’t just love in a friendly way…not after what just happened. But it was so sudden. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you just hadn’t picked up on anything that would lead up to this. 

“Okay, I used my words,” Brock says, voice filled with apprehension. “Maybe, uh, you could also say something?”

“Are you, um, are you…serious about that?”

“Yeah,” Brock breathes out, sitting up to lean against the headboard. “But, um, if you don’t…if you’re not, you know, in the same boat or whatever, we could just forget I said anything, I don’t want-.”

Quickly fumbling closer you slide your arms around him, bodies pressing together. “I don’t want to forget about it, Brock,” you whisper, pulling back to look into his eyes. “I feel the same way.”

Brock swallows heavily, his eyes bouncing from your lips back to your eyes. He looks like he’s trying to think of a response, something, anything to say. The room is quiet, your bodies so close you could feel his chest rising with each breath, hearing his quiet exhales. Brock lets the words escape him, opting to pull you closer, pressing his lips to yours again. It’s different this time, it’s slow, it’s passionate, it’s full of years of feelings and longing. It’s perfect. 

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[gisellaswrld]

ᯓ★ masterlist est. 02/18/2024

LUKE HUGHES

blurb — after a breakup with a crummy boyfriend, you find yourself at the bars with your closest friends.

every night you’ll hold me and tell me i’m much more than my past; oh how i wish i could believe — after a phone call from your father, you end up losing yourself. yet luke is there to pick up the pieces, as he always is.

JACK HUGHES

i’m at a loss of words even looking at you; no pain could ever reach how it felt when you twisted the knife — traveling to michigan due to the loss of your father sucked. especially when a familiar face longed to speak to you.

forevermore i wish i didn’t remember how it went; yet with you, i forget every moment about it — you go to your childhood home at the request of your parents. while clearing out your things, you find yourself lost in the thoughts of your ruined home.

QUINN HUGHES

i’d go out of my way to receive your attention; wide eyed at the circumstances i’d do for you — after an argument with quinn, you find yourself at the bars with your less than protective friends. quinn becomes the savior, yet things still weren’t right.

BROCK BOESER

i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you’re the first choice in my heart always — being selected as a celebrity captain along side your brothers for the nhl all stars games was a situation you never thought of. leading up to the games, you made jack and quinn promise that brock would be the first pick. but after a small fight the morning of the games, you decide otherwise.

JAMIE DRYSDALE

you were okay before; you’ll be okay after — you had to learn how to adjust to your boyfriend’s trade

did we ever think this was the way to speak; new year’s day was at its peak — after a long confusing situationship with jamie, a no contact break leads to a new years confession.

the words we speak; though many unspoken; prove i love you dear — although we never said it to each other, i think we both knew.

ADAM FANTILLI

i never doubted your loyalty once; until you decided that being loyal meant hurting your lover — after many conversations with the fantilli family, you decided to make one last attempt to reach out to adam pt1 , pt2

CONNOR BEDARD

the white snow casts a bright film over the town; you shine the brightest in my eyes — during an off day, connor finally takes you to look at the christmas lights in chicago.

MAT BARZAL

you filled a hole in her heart; how she wishes you were there forever — after a long roadie, mat turns up at your apartment. he was shocked when he seen your young daughter awake, and they have a small heart to heart.

overwhelming how much i am grateful; you are her own — mat requests that you and your daughter attend the home game for your daughters 4th birthday. somehow, mat conjures up the best birthday present for your daughter.

MISC

hughes brothers — their texts with their lovers pt.1 , pt.2

#🪩 gisella speaks #ꕤ written by gisella

[hockeyboysimagines]

Hi friend! So excited you’re taking requests!! Could you do a little blurb with Brock Boeser with 16 and 17 from the romance list? 🩷🩷🩷

For you bestie! I hope you like this, and thanks for requesting Brock! I never get requests for him these days.

You closed your eyes happily and leaned your head back on Brock’s shoulder.

The was no place you would rather be right now, than sitting on a beach towel with him in the dark, listening to the sound of the night. You’d been sitting for a while now in comfortable silence listening to the sound of his heart beating against your back when he spoke.

“Do you remember that first night we met?”

You tuned your head and nodded “Of course I do. Do you?”

He smiled and looked down “How could I forget I almost drowned in my own drool the second I saw you. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Plus you had that stupid boyfriend. Man I wanted to punch that guy.”

You giggled a little and rolled your eyes “You probably should have, but in case you forgot that stupid boyfriend didn’t last long after I met you.”

He looked a little smug and grinned “I know I still feel a little bit bad.” He tried for a second to look remorseful but he couldn’t fight back the smile.

“Yeah I can tell.” You said chuckling “But why do you ask?”

“No reason. Just seems like forever ago. Do you ever think about what it would be like if you hadn’t broken up with what’s his face?”

You shook your head “Not at all. Where are you going with this?” You turned your head to look up at him.

“I just sometimes wonder if you regret this. You know breaking up with him. You guys were together for a while.”

“Regret being with you? Why would you ever think something so crazy?” You we’re looking at him like he had 6 heads. Brock was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you doubted that anything else could displace that. He had been exactly what you needed when he came into your life and you considered herself to be one of god’s favorites because he was here with you now. The only regret you had was that the universe hadn’t placed him there sooner, because you could have avoided a lot of wasted time if it had.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m being dumb. I just see the way other guys look at you and just think maybe you could do a little better than me.”

“Hey.” You placed a hand on his arm and leaned forward a little “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”

“Promise?”

You reached out a pinky and hooked it in his “Pinky. Now tell me more about how beautiful you thought I was that night.”

He laughed and pulled you closer “Beyond beautiful, but i had no idea you’d be even more than that on the inside.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears “No one is more beautiful than you Brock.” You said quietly. You gave his arm a squeeze and rested your head against his chest listening to his heart beat, smiling to yourself knowing that he was yours, and you were his and you had finally gotten your happily ever after.

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[drysdaleknieslee]

Players I Write For (send in any requests)

New Jersey Devils:

Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes

Nico Hischier

Jesper Bratt

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Peterson

Niels Hoglander

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Nick Suzuki

Juraj Slafkovsky

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

Mitch Marner

Matthew Knies

William Nylander

Simon Benoit

Joseph Woll

Ottawa Senators:

Tim Stuzle

Brady Tkachuk

Anaheim Ducks: Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

Leo Carlsson

Tristan Luneau

Pavel Mintyukov

Olen Zellweger

Lukas Dostal

Philadelphia Flyers: Jamie Drysdale

Tyson Foerster

Cam York

Boston Bruins: Jeremy Swayman

Hampus Lindholm

Columbus Blue Jackets: Adam Fantilli

Cole Sillinger

Florida Panthers:

Matthew Tkachuk

College Hockey/ Alternate Teams:

UMICH:

Rutger McGroarty

Ethan Edwards

Luca Fantilli

Mark Estapa

Frank Lazar

Gavin Brindley

Tyler Duke

Dylan Duke

BC (Boston College): Will Smith (San Jose Sharks Prospect)

Gabe Perreault

BU (Boston University): Macklin Celebrini

QMJHL Drummondville Voltiguers:

Maveric Lamoureux (Arizona Coyotes Prospect)

Saskatoon Blades:

Fraser Minten (Toronto Maple Leafs)

London Knights: Easton Cowan (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Also including:

Alex Turcotte

#nhl #toronto maple leafs #ottawa senators #florida panthers #boston bruins #philadelphia flyers #new jersey devils #vancover canucks #columbus blue jackets #saskatoon blades #umich hockey #bc hockey #BU hockey #london knights

[starry-hughes]

wait if you’re okay with writing it (i know you get so many osu!sis requests so if not i understand completely!!!) could you write a full blurb about quinny finding out about the olympic news

proudest big bro right there 🥺🫶🏻

as soon as you find out, you know the news is going to his the media soon and you call brock boeser. “brock! i need you to keep quinn off his phone! i have news i want to tell him in person!!”

and you book the next flight you can out to see quinn. you turned off your location and brock continuously texted you updates about how he’s got the whole team in on keeping the secret and won’t even let him touch his phone or talk to any news media.

you uber over to quinn’s apartment where brock has gotten a bunch of the guys to. and you knock on the door and petey is like “i’ll get it!!!”

quinn is so confused. he doesn’t understand why everyone is being so weird and not even letting him turn on the sports channel on the tv. quinn’s eyes widen and his jaw drops when he sees you.

“you’re here?” he stuttered out, standing to hug you. “i am!! i have big news!” you excitedly say. “oh god, are you pregnant?”

“no asshole! i’m going to the olympics!”

quinn immediately feels so proud, hugging you and spinning you around. “i’m so proud of you squish!” he says.

#osu!hughes sister