#bb6

[formulanni]

the people’s princess

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009 @korolrezni-nikolai @d00dlespng

[curpstomb]

the language of flowers 🪻

[43luv]

holy

take me to paris or wtv

[iamthejam]

BROCK BOESER CAN YOU HEAR ME BROCK BROCKSTAR ARE YOU LISTENING MR SENSITIVE HANG ON DONT LET GO BROCK PLEASE PLEASE PRINCE CHARMING DONT LEAVE US HERE BROCK BOESER

[darthvanakin]

united we stand, our country, guess it was a lawless land - Death by a Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift

[blakeswritingimagines]

Here We Go Again

Summary: Literally just because he's staying and not traded, Thank you!

Warnings: Very self indulgent, Brock stays a Canuck!, Getting big news from him, Slow sex, Begging, PWP, PnV, No protection, Cumming inside, Praise

Word Count: 2.9k

Brock's heart was racing as he watched the NHL Trade Deadline come and go without his name being mentioned. As he finally received the confirmation that he would be staying with the Vancouver Canucks, a wave of relief washed over him. He immediately dialed your number, his fingers shaking with excitement. You picked up after the first ring, your voice filled with anticipation. "Hey, handsome," you teased, knowing that he was likely just as anxious as you were to find out his fate. Brock chuckled, the stress of the day washing away in your voice. "Hey babe," he replied, a smile spreading across his face. "You won't believe it. I'm staying put in Vancouver." A squeal of joy came through the other end of the line. "Are you serious right now?" you asked, your voice filled with excitement. "I can't believe it! That's amazing news!" Brock nodded, still feeling somewhat dazed. "Yeah, it's unreal. I was convinced I was gone for sure this time."

"Well, I'm so happy you're staying," you said, your voice filled with warmth and gratitude. "I couldn't imagine seeing you play for another team." Brock's heart swelled with affection. "I feel the same way," he said, leaning back against his couch. "Playing here is everything to me… and being with you is everything to me too." His voice turned a little flirty, and he bit his lip in anticipation of your response. "Yeah?" you said, feigning nonchalance but secretly thrilled by his words. "And what makes me so special, huh?" Even through the phone, you could hear him grinning. "Where should I even start?" he said, his voice lowering. "You're funny, you're smart, and… well, you're the hottest person I know."

You couldn't help but laugh at his cheesy compliment. "Smooth, Boes," you teased, but deep down, butterflies had erupted in your stomach. "I guess you're pretty cute too," you said, playing along. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could hear him take a deep breath. "Babe, can I ask you something?" Curious, you leaned back on your bed, the phone pressed to your ear. "Of course," you replied, a hint of nervousness in your voice. "Anything." There was another pause, and you could practically hear him searching for words. "I've been thinking…" he said, and you held your breath. "About… us." You sat up a little straighter, your heart rate increasing. "What about us?" you asked, biting your lip in anticipation. "Well…" he said, his voice a little sheepish. "How about we got out to dinner instead? There's… something I want to talk to you about." Your heart leapt in your chest. "Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Boeser?" you teased, your voice filled with flirtation. "Guilty as charged," he replied, a grin evident in his voice. "But it's more than just a date. There's something I want to discuss with you. It's… kind of important." Excitement bubbled up within you as you wondered what he could possibly want to talk about. "Well, now you've got me intrigued," you said, leaning back against your pillow. "Alright, you've convinced me. I'll let you take me out to dinner." He let out a sigh of relief. "Great. I'll pick you up in an hour. Wear something nice. I'm taking you somewhere special."

An hour later, you stood in front of your mirror, examining your outfit. You had chosen a black dress that hugged your curves and showed off your figure, paired with strappy heels. Satisfied with your reflection, you heard a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath, you opened it to see Brock waiting on the other side. He had also dressed up for the occasion, wearing a dark suit that hugged his broad shoulders in all the right places. His eyes widened as he admired your outfit, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Damn, you look incredible," he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "You don't look so bad yourself," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His hand reached out, his finger hooking around yours as he led you to his car. "Come on," he said, opening the passenger door for you. "I have a surprise for you." You raised an eyebrow but climbed into the passenger seat, your heart racing with anticipation. Brock closed the door and walked around to the driver's side, sliding in and starting the car. As he pulled away from the curb, you couldn't help but glance at him curiously. "Okay, don't keep me in suspense. Where are you taking me?"

He chuckled, his eyes glued to the road. "You'll see." Despite your attempts at getting it out of him, he remained tight-lipped the entire drive. Finally, he pulled up to a quaint Italian restaurant with twinkling lights and soft music cascading out of the open door. He got out and walked around to open the door for you, offering you his hand. You took his hand and stepped out of the car, your eyes widening as you took in your surroundings. The restaurant looked cozy and intimate, with flickering candles on each table and the scent of fresh bread making your mouth water. Brock led you inside, his hand on the small of your back. He seemed almost nervous, a fact that peaked your curiosity further. The hostess escorted you to a secluded booth in the back of the restaurant and handed you a menu with a knowing smile. Once she was out of earshot, you looked at him expectantly. "Alright, Boes. Spill. What's this special surprise you're so dead set on keeping a secret?" you asked, your eyes narrowing playfully. He shifted in his seat, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Can't I just take my gorgeous partner out to dinner without it having a secret motive?" he replied, attempting to sound casual. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Nice try, but you've been acting all mysterious since you picked me up," you replied, your tone still playful. "I can read you like a book, Boes. There's definitely more to this." His smile widened, and he reached across the table to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"You got me," he admitted, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "There is something I want to talk to you about." He paused, his gaze locking with yours. "But I wanted to… set the mood first." Your heart fluttered within your chest, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "So, this isn't just dinner then, huh?" you asked, your voice a little softer now. He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. "No, it's not." He took a deep breath, seeming to brace himself for what he was about to say. "I've been thinking a lot lately," he began, his voice lower now. "About us, and about our future." Your heart skipped a beat, your curiosity piqued. "Go on," you urged, your hand subconsciously gripping his hand a little tighter. A faint blush colored his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "I know we've been together for a while now," he said, his gaze still fixed on yours. "And… I can't imagine my life without you in it." Your breath hitched in your throat, and you realized he was building up to something big. He took a deep breath, his grip on your hand growing more firm. "You're my best friend, and you make me happier than I've ever been," he continued. "I think… no, I know that you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and the significance of this moment hit you like a ton of bricks.

You didn't trust your voice, so you simply nodded, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through you. He seemed to take your silence as a cue to continue. "I love you, more than anything." His words hung in the air, filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "And I was wondering… if you'd want to make this thing between us… permanent." Your heart was pounding so hard, you were sure he could hear it. You couldn't form words, so you just nodded again, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. His face broke into a wide grin, and he released your hand to reach into his jacket pocket. Your eyes widened as he withdrew a small velvet box, and you gasped in surprise. He set it on the table between you, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been planning this for weeks," he admitted, his voice soft. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." With trembling hands, he opened the box to reveal a stunning diamond ring. It sparkled in the candlelight, and the sight of it made tears escape from your eyes. You were overwhelmed, your heart feeling as though it might burst from your chest. "Oh my god, Brock…" you managed to choke out, your voice trembling. He reached across the table and took your hands in his, the ring box still open on the table between you. "I love you," he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you…?" He didn't have to finish the question. You were already nodding furiously, tears streaming down your face.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, absolutely." He let out a breath he'd been holding, a massive smile on his face. "Thank god," he said, his own voice thick with emotion. He slid the ring onto your finger, and you couldn't help but admire the way it gleamed in the dim light. You were both smiling like fools now, tears still making their way down your cheeks. "I love you so much," you managed to say, your voice breaking slightly. He reached across the table and gently wiped away your tears with his thumb. "I love you more than you could ever know." The two of you were lost in each other, the rest of the restaurant fading into the background. You couldn't believe this was real, that the man you loved was proposing to you in a small Italian bistro. It was like something out of a fairytale. The restaurant staff must've sensed something special was happening because they brought out a bottle of champagne and a decadent chocolate cake, congratulating Brock and you on the engagement. The two of you clinked glasses, your faces filled with happiness. "Cheers to us," he said, his gaze never leaving yours. "To us." You clinked your glass with his, feeling giddy and in love. "And to you staying in Vancouver." He chuckled and took a sip of champagne. "Yeah, definitely to that." The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, heartfelt conversations, and stolen kisses. As you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he pulled you close and wrapped his arm around your waist.

As you entered your apartment, the door slamming shut behind you, Brock wasted no time in crowding you against the wall. His hands were already on your hips, his lips crashing onto yours with an intensity that took your breath away. You felt his hands roaming over your body, his touch sending jolts of electricity through you. You reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer. The rest of the world melted away, leaving only the two of you and the heat of your desire. His lips left yours, trailing down your jawline and finding your neck. You gasped, arching into him as he kissed and nipped at your skin. His hands slid down to the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. His gaze traveled over your body, taking in every inch of you with a raw hunger in his eyes. He pressed himself against you, his body hot and hard against yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "And you're all mine." Your heart pounded against your ribcage, and you pulled him in for another scorching kiss. "Take me to bed," you gasped against his lips, your body practically trembling with need. He groaned, his hands gripping your waist as he lifted you off your feet, carrying you towards the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed, following immediately after to cover your body with his own. His weight pinned you beneath him, but you didn't mind - you reveled in the feeling of being claimed, of being taken completely. His hands roamed over your curves, mapping out every dip and swell before settling on the fastenings of your bra. With deft fingers, he unhooked it and cast the lacy garment aside, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. He dipped his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. A low moan escaped your lips as he lavished attention on your sensitive nipples. Your back arched, pressing more of yourself into his mouth. One hand found its way to the back of his head, holding him close while the other slid down his chest and abdomen to palm the impressive bulge straining against his jeans. "I want you inside me," you breathed, your voice heavy with lust. "Please, Brock… make love to me." His eyes locked with yours, blazing with desire as he released your breast from his mouth. "Always, baby," he growled, reaching for the button of his jeans. He kicked them off along with his boxers, revealing his erect cock standing proud and ready. He positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his member brushing against your slick entrance. "Tell me how much you want this," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Say my name like you mean it."

"Brock, please…" you whimpered, spreading your legs wider in invitation. "I need you, I crave you… fill me up, claim me as yours!" Your words tumbled out in a desperate plea, your body quivering with anticipation. You reached down to guide him to your opening, the head of his cock nudging against your wet folds. With a deep breath, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a searing kiss as you urged him to thrust home. With a primal grunt, Brock surged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one powerful stroke. You both cried out at the sudden intimacy, your walls clenching around his thickness as if trying to keep him there forever. He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of your heat enveloping him, before beginning to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts at first, each one driving deeper and hitting that sweet spot within you that made stars explode behind your eyelids. His pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency as he chased his release. "Fuck… you're so tight, so perfect," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "Mine, always mine…so beautiful." Your nails dug into his back as he slowed in and out of you, each meaningful thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins. "Yes, yes, yours!" you chanted, your head thrashing against the pillow as you lost yourself in the overwhelming sensations. The room faded away until there was only the sound of skin slapping against skin and your ragged breathing. "Brock! Please!" you begged, your inner muscles fluttering around his shaft in a desperate attempt to coax out your climax.

Brock's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared the edge. "Gonna come, baby… gonna fill you up," he warned, his voice dropping to a guttural growl. With a final, brutal plunge, he buried himself to the root and stilled, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed deep inside you. At the same time, he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing your screams of pleasure as your own orgasm crashed over you in waves. Your body convulsed beneath him, milking every last drop from his throbbing member as you rode out the aftershocks together. Finally, he collapsed onto you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you both struggled to catch your breath. "I love you, pretty," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close as you basked in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. "I love you too, Brock," you whispered, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. "More than anything." You could feel his heartbeat slowing against your chest, the warmth of his breath on your skin as he began to relax in your embrace. "We should probably clean up," you suggested, though the thought of moving seemed daunting. For now, you were content to simply lie here, savoring the closeness and the knowledge that you were exactly where you belonged - in each other's arms.

Brock nodded lazily, still not quite ready to let go of you. "Yeah, maybe later," he drawled, nuzzling into your neck. "For now, just hold me." And so you did, entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets, the soft rise and fall of your chests the only sound in the quiet apartment. Eventually, exhaustion won out and you drifted off to sleep, lulled by the steady beat of Brock's heart and the comforting weight of his body against yours. When you woke up hours later, the sun had long since set, casting the room in a warm, golden glow. Brock was still curled around you, his arm thrown possessively across your waist as he slept peacefully as you smiled and tenderly kissed his head.

[millennium-impulse-prelude]

📸: _prxttie_ on instagram

[dearstvckyx]

brother!hughes when their sister dates a teammate

Quinn Hughes her bf: brock boeser

brother!quinn who finds out on accident when the canucks instagram made a post and his older sister and brock are in the background.

brother!quinn who secretly follows them on a date to make sure Brock is treating her right.

brother!quinn who calls his mom and asks her if she knows. (she does but their father doesn’t soo)

brother!quinn who “accidentally” tells jack and luke.

brother!quinn who teases his sister about her new relationship but also gives her relationship advice when she needs it.

brother!quinn who talks to brock and “doesn’t threaten” him!

brother!quinn who bribes the team to keep and eye on his sister and brock.

brother!quinn who watches his sister and Brock from a distance during team gatherings, ensuring everything is going well.

brother!quinn who finally comes to terms with their relationship and is happy for them

Jack Hughes her bf: nico hischier

brother!jack who caught his sister and nico kissing in an arena somewhere.

brother!jack who confronts Nico about his intentions later on, making sure his teammate and captain knows he expects nothing less than respect and care for his twin sister.

brother!jack who hates to admit that he couldn't have picked a better match for his sister than Nico.

brother!jack who despite his initial shock, starts to see the benefits of having Nico in his sister’s life.

brother!jack who eventually becomes the biggest supporter of their relationship, seeing how happy his sister and Nico are together.

brother!jack who can’t keep a secret and tells luke and quinn.

brother!jack who gets slighty jealous when his sister doesn’t wear his jersey as often as she used to.

Luke Hughes her bf: ethan edwards

brother!luke who see’s the romantic texts between his sister and Ethan.

brother!Luke who is surprised to find out that his sister is dating his ex-teammate, and has mixed feelings about it.

brother!luke confronts Ethan, trying to ensure his little sister's heart is in good hands.

brother!luke who struggles with feelings of protectiveness towards his sister, intermingled with a sense of betrayal that his best friend, didn't tell him about their relationship.

brother!luke who just wants his sister's happiness, so he decides to have a conversation with Ethan, ensuring that his intentions towards his sister are sincere.

brother!luke who tells jack (who then tells quinn) resulting in a 4-way face time of all siblings.

brother!luke who claims he has eyes everywhere (which he probably does cause ya know, the entire umich team)

brother!Luke who turns into a child whenever his sister or Ethan post about the other.

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[qrrieterisunnq]

Hands Full of Flour

FT. BROCK BOESER AND KITCHEN SEX MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut — WARNINGS: sex scenes (please keep it safe guys!) — SUMMARY: Brock and his pregnant partner share a playful and passionate evening in their kitchen, blending love, laughter, and desire. Amid tender moments and teasing banter, their connection deepens, reaffirming the strength of their bond. — WORD COUNT: 3,74K

A sweet scent flows through the hallway of Brock’s apartment building as he slowly reaches the door to his. He smiles slightly at the knowledge that you are baking this food with this delicious smell.

Pulling his keys out of his jacket he unlocked the door and grins widely when he hears you singing. He quietly closes the door and lets go of the bag in his hand.

Softly he walks into the kitchen chuckling softly at the sight of your swaying hips.

Brock can say you are in a different world by the way you softly sing and dance around the kitchen. He walks up to you and carefully wraps his hands around your hips. A loud shriek comes from your lips as if you had no idea someone was there with you.

“Fucking shit!” you breathe out, your hand resting on your cheat while you lean in Brock’s chest.

“Sorry baby.” He laughs, nuzzling his nose in the crock of your neck, planting soft kisses there.

“You want me to deliver earlier?!” you look at him with a shake of your head, your hands sliding down to your thirty-week-old belly, that holds your baby boy.

“I’m sorry love.” he giggles moving his hands under your belly and lifting it to reveal some weight from your back.

“Forgiven,” you murmured leaning your weight into Brock's muscular body. “Keep holding please.” you sigh in relief.

“I will. What are you cooking?” Brock murmurs in your ear kissing the side of your head.

“I made lasagna for you and now I’m trying to make some cookies, but it's harder to focus with this little one kicking me non-stop," you chuckle softly, resting your hands on top of Brock's as he cradles your belly. 

Brock grins and presses another kiss to your temple. "He’s probably just excited about the lasagna. I know I am." 

You roll your eyes playfully, but a smile tugs at your lips. "You’re worse than him sometimes, you know that?" 

"I’ll take that as a compliment," Brock teases, swaying with you gently, his strong arms still supporting your belly. "But seriously, you’ve been on your feet too long. Why don’t you sit down for a bit? I’ll finish the cookies." 

"You? Baking?" You raise an eyebrow and glance up at him, amused. "Last time you tried, we almost set off the smoke alarm." 

"Hey, I’ve improved," he says with mock indignation. "Besides, I have a great teacher." 

You laugh softly and let him guide you to a chair by the kitchen table. "Alright, but if you burn these, you're eating them anyway." 

Brock chuckles as he ties an apron around his waist. "Deal. Now, just sit back, relax, and watch me prove I’m more than just a lasagna enthusiast." 

As you sit there, watching him clumsily measure ingredients and fumble with the mixer, you can’t help but feel a swell of love for the man who’s doing everything he can to make your life easier, even if it means battling cookie dough. 

"Hey, don’t look at me like that," Brock says, catching your gaze and grinning. 

"Like what?" 

"Like I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Because I already know I am." 

Your heart melts as you reach for his hand, pulling him close for a quick kiss. "You are. But don’t let the cookies burn, lucky guy." 

With a laugh, Brock turns back to the dough, and you sit back, content, as the sweet scent of your shared love fills the kitchen.

As Brock fusses over the cookie dough, you lean back in the chair, resting a hand on your belly. The rhythmic movements of his hands as he stirs the mixture are oddly calming, even if he’s doing it all wrong.

"You know, you’re supposed to fold the flour in gently, not attack it like a whisk is your enemy," you tease, watching him struggle to keep the mixture from flying out of the bowl.

"Hey, I’m just adding a little flair. This is a performance, not just baking," Brock says with mock seriousness, spinning the whisk dramatically before setting it down.

You laugh, shaking your head. "The performance might need a little work, chef."

Brock flashes a grin. "Noted. But just wait—these cookies are going to blow your mind."

As he continues his chaotic masterpiece, you feel a sharp kick from your belly, and you can’t help but wince slightly. Brock notices immediately and stops mid-motion.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face as he crosses the kitchen to kneel beside you.

"Yeah, I’m fine," you reassure him, though your hand remains on your belly. "Your son is just very... energetic today."

Brock gently places a hand beside yours, his touch soothing. "Hey, little man," he says softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your belly. "Go easy on your mom, alright? She’s doing all the hard work here."

You smile at the sight, your heart swelling. "He probably gets it from you, you know. That energy."

Brock looks up, mock-offended. "Me? I’m the picture of calm and control."

You both burst out laughing, the sound filling the kitchen and mingling with the warm scents of lasagna and cookie dough.

"Alright, alright," Brock says, standing back up. "I’ll finish these cookies, and then we’ll eat like kings. Sounds good?"

You nod, resting your head back. "Sounds perfect. Just try not to burn anything."

"I make no promises," he teases, returning to his chaotic baking.

As you watch him, you can’t help but think how lucky you are. It’s not just about the little things he does—it’s the way he loves you and your growing family with his whole heart. In this moment, with laughter and sweetness filling the air, everything feels exactly as it should.

Brock finishes scooping the last bit of cookie dough onto the tray, looking rather proud of himself. "Not bad, huh?" he asks, holding the tray up for your inspection.

You smirk, tilting your head. "Not bad... for someone who almost mixed half the flour onto the counter."

"Hey, a little mess never hurt anyone," he retorts, sliding the tray into the oven. He turns back toward you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you know what does hurt?"

"What?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"The fact that you’ve been stealing my attention all evening," he murmurs, his voice dropping into a low, playful tone.

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. "Brock, I was baking. Not seducing you."

"Well, you’ve succeeded at both," he says, stepping closer, his hands finding your hips. He kneels in front of you again, his gaze locking with yours as his fingers gently massage the curve of your sides. "You’re stunning, you know that?"

Your cheeks flush under his heated gaze. "Brock, I’m thirty weeks pregnant. I feel like a waddling penguin."

"You feel like my goddess," he counters, his voice husky. His hands slide under your shirt, gently caressing the soft skin of your belly. "And you’re carrying our baby. That makes you the sexiest woman alive to me."

Your breath catches as he leans in, pressing a slow, reverent kiss just above your belly button. His hands stroke your sides, his touch careful and loving, but there’s a growing intensity in his movements.

"Brock," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as his lips trail upward, over the curve of your belly and to the swell of your chest.

"Tell me if I should stop," he murmurs against your skin, his lips brushing your collarbone now.

Your fingers weave into his hair, tugging gently. "Don’t stop," you say softly, your voice barely audible but full of meaning.

He grins against your skin, rising to his feet and scooping you into his arms with surprising ease. "Let me take care of you, love," he whispers, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

He carries you to the counter, setting you down gently. His hands cradle your face as he continues kissing you, his touch both worshipful and commanding. You feel the heat building between you, the world outside the kitchen fading away as Brock’s love and desire for you become the only thing you’re aware of.

His kisses trail back to your neck as his hands work to unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your skin to his touch. His movements are deliberate, his focus entirely on you, making you feel beautiful, cherished, and desired despite your protests about your changing body.

"Brock," you murmur again, your voice filled with both need and affection.

"Shh, I’ve got you," he replies, his voice a promise as his hands and lips continue their exploration.

Brock’s lips leave a heated trail down your neck as his hands glide beneath your shirt, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin along your ribs. His touch is slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of you.

"You’re so damn beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and rough with desire.

Your breath hitches as his hands shift lower, cupping your hips firmly. His body presses closer to yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. "Brock," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes filled with hunger and love. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asks, his hands sliding over your thighs, parting them slightly as he steps between them.

You bite your lip, the teasing edge in his voice making your body heat up. "Maybe," you reply, tilting your head coyly, "but I wouldn’t mind a demonstration."

His lips crash into yours, all restraint gone as he claims your mouth with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter until there’s no space left between your bodies.

"You drive me insane," he growls against your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he kisses you deeply again. His hands slide up your back, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside without breaking the kiss.

You shiver at the cool air against your skin, but the warmth of his touch quickly follows. His palms cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks through the thin fabric of your bra, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

"Sensitive?" he asks softly, his lips curling into a smirk as he watches your reaction.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat as his lips trail downward, peppering kisses along your collarbone and over the swell of your chest. "Good," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.

With one hand, he unclasps your bra, letting it fall away, and takes a moment to admire you. "You’re breathtaking," he whispers before lowering his head, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin while his hand teases the other.

Your fingers grip the edge of the counter as a soft moan escapes your lips. Brock’s free hand slides down your body, caressing the curve of your belly with a reverence that makes your heart ache with love even as your body craves more.

His kisses trail lower, pausing to press gentle, adoring kisses over your belly. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, the intensity of his words sending a shiver down your spine.

"Brock," you gasp, your body arching toward him as his hands grip your hips again, tugging at the waistband of your leggings.

"You trust me?" he asks, his voice low and filled with promise.

"Always," you reply, your eyes locking with his.

With that, Brock kneels before you, his hands sliding your leggings down your legs, his lips never straying far from your skin. His kisses grow hungrier, his breath hot against your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.

The world outside the kitchen disappears as Brock’s focus is entirely on you, his touch and his mouth driving you to a level of pleasure that leaves you breathless, every ounce of tension and discomfort from the day melting away under his care.

Brock’s hands are firm yet gentle as he grips your thighs, spreading them wider to make room for himself. His mouth continues its trail of kisses, leaving you breathless as he moves closer to your most sensitive spots. Each touch sends waves of heat coursing through your body, making you forget everything but him.

“God, you taste like heaven,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His stubble grazes you lightly, a teasing sensation that leaves you trembling in anticipation.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging gently as your head falls back. “Brock,” you breathe, the sound of his name leaving your lips like a prayer.

He looks up at you from his kneeling position, his dark eyes filled with adoration and lust. “I love seeing you like this,” he says, his voice low and reverent. “Completely mine.”

Before you can respond, his mouth finds its mark, and the pleasure that follows has you crying out his name. Brock doesn’t hold back, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady as he works, his movements deliberate and skilled.

Your body arches, your hand tightening in his hair as he takes his time, savoring every reaction he pulls from you. Each moan, each shiver, only spurs him on, his own need evident in the way his fingers dig into your skin.

“Brock,” you gasp, your voice trembling as your body climbs higher and higher. “I… I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice a mixture of command and encouragement. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words push you over the edge, and you fall apart in his hands, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Brock doesn’t stop until you’re completely undone, his kisses turning soft and soothing as he brings you down from your high.

You’re still catching your breath when he stands, his hands sliding up your body to cradle your face. His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s slow and deep, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his forehead resting against yours as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

You nod, your cheeks flushed and your body humming. “Better than okay,” you murmur, your hands sliding down his chest.

His grin is full of pride as he kisses you again, his hands steadying you when you lean into him. “Good,” he says, his voice full of love. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “The cookies, Brock. They’ll burn.”

He smirks, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “We’ve got time. Trust me.” Brock leans in, his lips brushing yours with a teasing softness. “You really think cookies are the priority right now?” His voice is thick with amusement and desire as his hands find their place on your hips again, pulling you flush against him.

Your laugh is breathless, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. “Well, you did promise me cookies…”

“And I delivered,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. “But I’ve got something even sweeter right here.”

You shiver at the feel of his breath against your skin, your fingers tangling in his hair again. “Brock, you’re impossible,” you whisper, though your body responds eagerly as his hands roam your curves.

He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze burning with intensity. “Only for you.”

Before you can respond, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his touch. His hands cradle your belly for a moment, his thumbs stroking the soft skin with an intimacy that sends a wave of love through you.

“I love every part of you,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe as he lowers his lips to your belly. “Both of you.”

The tenderness of his words makes your heart swell, but the way his kisses shift lower reignites the fire between you. His hands slide under your thighs, spreading them wider as his lips claim your skin.

“Brock…” Your voice trembles, and you grip the counter behind you for support as his touch becomes more insistent.

He looks up, his grin wicked. “Still worried about the cookies?”

Your laugh dissolves into a gasp as his mouth finds its mark once more, and all thoughts of burning desserts vanish completely.

Your body trembles beneath Brock's touch, still reeling from the waves of pleasure he's drawn from you. His lips trail up your neck and along your jawline as he rises to his full height, his dark eyes locked on yours.

"You’re incredible," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with both desire and affection. His large hands cradle your face for a moment, his thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks.

You catch your breath, reaching for him, your fingers curling into his shirt and tugging him closer. "I need you, Brock," you whisper, your voice laced with urgency and longing.

His lips twitch into a smirk, his confidence returning as he pulls you into another searing kiss. This time, it’s deeper, hungrier, leaving no doubt about the fire burning between you.

Effortlessly, Brock scoops you into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries you a few steps before pressing your back gently against the cool wall, the contrast sending a shiver through your body. His broad chest presses against you, his strength both protective and thrilling.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours as he pauses for a moment, his hands bracing your hips.

You nod, your fingers threading through his hair. “I want this. I want you. Don’t stop.”

That’s all the reassurance he needs. He adjusts his hold, his hands gripping under your thighs to lift you higher as he positions himself. Slowly, deliberately, he pushes into you, filling you completely.

The sensation pulls a gasp from your lips, your head falling back against the wall as your body adjusts to the delicious stretch. Brock groans low in his throat, his head dipping to your shoulder as he stills for a moment, giving you both time to savor the connection.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice raw with awe and desire. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses that make your toes curl.

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails pressing into his skin as you rock your hips against him. The movement draws a sharp inhale from Brock, his control slipping as he begins to move, his thrusts slow but deep.

The rhythm he sets is intoxicating, each motion sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You cling to him, your moans soft but urgent as you meet his movements.

“Brock,” you breathe, your voice trembling with both need and love. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He growls softly, his pace quickening, his hips rolling against yours with a precision that leaves you breathless. The wall at your back does nothing to muffle the intensity of his movements, the sheer strength of him grounding you as he drives you higher.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands sliding up to cradle your belly for a moment. The reverence in his touch makes your heart ache with love, even as your body burns with desire. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You pull his face back to yours, your lips crashing together in a kiss that’s as messy as it is passionate. Your breaths mingle, the sound of your shared moans filling the space as you lose yourselves completely in each other.

The pressure inside you builds to a breaking point, and you cling to him desperately, your body trembling as you hover on the edge. “Brock,” you gasp, your voice almost breaking. “I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his hands tightening on your hips as he drives into you with a newfound intensity. “Let go for me, baby. I’m right here.”

His words push you over, and the climax crashes through you like a tidal wave, leaving you crying out his name. Your body tightens around him, drawing a deep groan from his chest as he follows you over the edge, his movements growing erratic before stilling completely.

For a moment, the world seems to stand still. The only sounds are your shared breaths, heavy and uneven as you both come down from the high. Brock holds you close, his forehead resting against yours as he gently lowers you back to your feet.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his hands still steadying you as his eyes search yours.

You nod, your legs still shaky but your heart full. “Better than okay,” you murmur, your hands sliding over his chest as you lean into him.

His lips curve into a boyish grin, and he kisses you softly, his touch full of love. “Good. Because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

The timer on the oven beeps, breaking the moment and pulling a soft laugh from you both.

“You and those cookies,” you tease, resting your head against his chest.

“Hey, I was multitasking,” he jokes, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “And for the record, I’d let them burn if it meant keeping you right here.”

You laugh, swatting his chest lightly. “Go save them. We’ve had enough heat in this kitchen for one night.”

He chuckles, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before stepping away to retrieve the tray of cookies. As he sets them on the counter, the sweet aroma fills the room, mingling with the lingering warmth between you.

You watch him with a smile, your heart full as you take in the sight of the man you love, his hair tousled and his grin contagious.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” you warn playfully. “I’m still holding you to finishing those cookies.”

He turns to you, smirking as he leans against the counter. “Oh, I’ll finish them. After round two.”

[puckdrunklove]

Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5, lines 100-108

[sachart]

Canucks, #6

[iamthejam]

‘‘behold the brave battalion who stand side by side too few in number and too proud to hide the say to the others who did not follow through you're still our brother and we will fight for you.’’

— lyrics from seize the day (newsies soundtrack)

[darthvanakin]

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift

[ruinix]

Same brock same

(Vancouver Canucks @ Buffalo Sabres, November 29, 2024)

[millennium-impulse-prelude]

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[cirie-sandra-michaela]

this is actually crazy considering Kaysar got evicted twice in BB6