#bf7

[vanityfaire]

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WHO UP TEAMING THEY TEAM???!!

spiritual successor to this post AND!! updated w/larks

[wannabehockeygf]

i’m actually obsessed with ur soft dom faber fics and it makes me think about him with an inexperienced girlie and she’s whining and whimpering bc she’s so full and he’s SO big (in more ways than one) and he’s just shushing her with kisses and praise and telling her she can take it she’s so good WOW

nsfw content below

his glasses stay on, fogging at the corners while he leans in over you, chest pressed down warm and steady against your bare skin, his hair thick and floppy and brushing your forehead, the frame of him a blanket you can’t wriggle out of no matter how hard you twitch and gasp and try to shift your hips away from the slow, careful weight of him inside you. brock’s breathing deep, focused, mouth dragging over your cheek, your ear, his voice soft and so maddeningly gentle it makes your stomach knot up worse than the stretch already has.

"shh... you’re okay. i know it’s a lot," he murmurs, not teasing, not mocking, just watching you melt under him with that quiet, knowing look in his eyes, glasses slightly crooked from the way you’ve been pawing at him without realizing. you’re so wet around him you can feel every twitch of his cock like it’s being carved through you, thick and hot and slow like he's imprinting the shape of himself into your body one careful stroke at a time. it’s too much—he’s too big, he feels like he’s everywhere—and your legs keep trying to close around him instinctively, thighs trembling, but he just cups the underside of your knee and eases it back up with a kiss to your jaw.

“just a little more,” he says, voice like syrup, low and even, “you’re already doing so good for me, baby. you're takin’ all of me, look at that.”

you can’t. your eyes are fluttering open and closed with every inch he gives you, overwhelmed, mind blank except for the pressure of him between your legs and the dizzying warmth of his praise in your ear. you whimper again—high, broken, desperate—and he groans so quietly like the sound physically hits him, like it’s too pretty for him to take. you feel every throb of his cock inside you, the subtle shifting as he rocks forward another inch, another slow glide that pulls the breath from your chest and replaces it with heat so intense your fingertips curl against his biceps.

he’s barely even moving and it’s still so much, the stretch tugging at your insides, your pussy clenching down without meaning to as your body tries to accommodate the width, the length, the impossible grind of him. your walls flutter around him every time he shifts his hips, and he can feel it—of course he can—he lets out this low noise right against your cheek, smiling gently, more turned on by the effort it takes than any sort of rough fucking.

"you feel everything, don’t you," he murmurs, more statement than question, lips brushing yours. "poor thing, i know... you’re trying so hard for me, aren’t you?"

you nod frantically, breath stuttering, and his hand comes up to cradle your cheek as his hips roll again, slower this time, deeper, the tip grinding against a spot inside you that makes your voice break into a choked little gasp. he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your temple, then your chin, just soft brushes of affection between the unbearable movement of his cock splitting you open in these gentle, controlled strokes that make your whole body jolt.

“is it good?” he asks, so quiet you feel the words more than hear them. “you’re still so tight around me… you feel me up here, baby?” he follows by pressing down on your lower tummy.

your face burns as you whimper a yes, hands clawing weakly at his back, and his mouth finds your neck again, kissing slowly along your throat like he’s trying to distract you from how deep he’s pushing in, keeping you pinned and still so he can slide every last inch into your fluttering cunt without letting you back away. there’s this aching, sensitive pulse starting to build low in your stomach, not pleasure yet but the start of something heady, and you gasp again when he finally bottoms out, hips flush to yours, buried so full and tight you can’t breathe for a second.

"that’s it. that’s all of me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw like a reward, holding still for a moment so your body can learn the shape of him. you feel so stretched, stuffed, your cunt fluttering helplessly around the girth of his cock, every clench pulling a soft hum from him. he strokes a hand over your side, soothing, grounding, while his mouth keeps finding yours for slow, messy kisses that steal your breath and give it back soft.

his hips start to move again, not hard, just slow and deep and thorough, dragging his cock out almost all the way before sliding it back in so deliberately you feel every inch all over again. the rhythm makes your breath hitch, makes your toes curl, your pussy spasming around him each time his tip kisses that spot inside that makes your thighs jump. it’s too much but you don’t want him to stop, the fullness now twisted up with need, with the unbearable warmth curling tighter between your hips.

he keeps kissing you, keeps whispering soft things—"you make the prettiest sounds," and "there you go, baby, that’s it"—each one coaxing you further into that fuzzy, sensitive place where everything feels thick and hot and so real you want to cry. you’ve never been fucked like this, never been touched like this, and it shows in the way your body clings to him, in the way your cunt tightens with every stroke like it’s trying to memorize the rhythm of him.

he doesn’t rush, doesn’t push you, just keeps rocking his hips in smooth, steady rolls that build the pressure until your back arches and your breath goes ragged. you sob against his mouth, overwhelmed, and he just cups your face and kisses you through it, letting you fall apart so slowly, so gently, every part of you trembling as the pleasure crests like a wave and drags you under. and the whole time, he’s right there—inside you, on top of you, around you—guiding you with soft hands and soft words, holding you open so you can take it all.

[vxmpirebyrumor]

left breathless .ᐟ.ᐟ BF 7 .ᐟ.ᐟ

tw/cw: 18+, MDNI, smut, established relationship, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), coming inside, dom/sub dynamics (testing the waters), teensy bit of sub drop, choking (cutting off bloodflow, not air supply)

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“what movie did you pick, baby?” brock plopped down on the sofa, relaxing into his usual spot against the armrest. he stretched, making himself comfortable. finally, he had a few days off from hockey and wanted to make the most of them. he dedicated his time to you. that included sleeping in, a late breakfast in bed, lots of snuggles, and now, a movie night.

a knowing smile graced your face as you carried a blanket to wrap up in. “the princess bride,” you beamed. 

brock’s eye roll was exaggerated, even as a smile crept across the corners of his lips. 

“if you roll your eyes back any further, they’re gonna get lost back there,” you chided, though there was no absolute conviction in your voice. 

“well, sorry, ma’am,” he drawled, the nickname creating a warm tinge to your cheeks, “i just didn’t think we’d watch the same movie a third time in a row.” brock reached out to pull you into his lap, in between his legs. he, of course, didn’t care. the princess bride was your comfort movie, and he was happy to indulge you once more. he nestled back against the armrest while you nestled against his chest. the blanket was spread over your legs, cradling you both in warmth and softness. his arms naturally fell to your waist, large hands covering your stomach. 

brock smiled at the sight. you wore one of his u of m sweatshirts and a pair of lounge pants. the golden color made you shine so brightly. as you pressed play, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. when you tilted your head up to smile at him, he planted a kiss on your nose. “you’re so beautiful, buttercup.” 

that had you turning bright red, to which brock laughed. “just shut up and watch the movie,” you grumbled under your breath, shrinking deeper into the sweatshirt. 

the two of you settled into a cozy position as the movie began. brock’s hand provided a sense of comfort, just resting on your stomach. absentmindedly, you played with his fingers, and he let you. he found it so endearing. from underneath, brock’s chest rose and fell steadily. you heard every breath – you even teased him relentlessly for being a mouthbreather – but it was undeniably brock. 

watching the movie for the third time, you were getting bored. you had every line memorized, mumbling along under your breath. it was no surprise that you were getting antsy. in an effort to settle in and get comfy, you had sunken further down into the couch. that just wouldn’t do. under the guise of adjusting, you sat up, slotting your ass perfectly against brock’s hips. he let out a soft grunt, but didn’t seem privy to your plans. you smirked, knowing that you had your boyfriend exactly where you wanted him. 

you couldn’t proceed with your plan too quickly. brock couldn’t catch on too quickly. it had to be implemented slowly, strategically. you stayed put, even relaxing back against his chest once more. your fingers never left his. other than your ass now against him, he was oblivious. his breath remained even, but you wondered how quickly you could change that. that’s when you decided to make your first move. 

you started slow. a gentle shift of your hips to gauge if brock was aware of your motives. it was subtle, but you swore that brock’s fingers twitched against your stomach. you waited a few beats before testing the waters again. this time, you pressed your ass up, not leaving anything to the imagination. if brock figured out, though, he didn’t say anything. however, you could feel his thighs squeeze together to capture your hips. you bit your lip, needing to keep quiet. another shift, and the jig was up. you were caught.

brock’s hands moved down, teasing your waistband. your breath hitched as his fingers found the exposed skin between your sweatshirt and pants. he leaned forward, and you didn’t need to turn around to see the growing smirk. “baby, if you want something,” he kissed the sweet spot where your jaw meets your neck, “you just need to tell me.” 

a soft whimper escaped your lips as you shook your head. you weren’t ready to give in just yet. your teasing had only just begun. you had so much more to give him. you wanted him begging for you. 

abandoning your movie, you threw the blanket off and shifted to face your boyfriend, straddling him. his hands fell over your ass, kneading the flesh. a giggle fell from you, pressing back against them. grinding against him wasn’t enough. your hips circled, and his cock twitched underneath you. you hated the way you could already feel him. how were you supposed to keep your resolve in these conditions? you couldn’t fall for brock’s charm and sweet talking so easily. you needed to be stronger than that. 

your arms hung loosely around his neck, wrapping your fingers through his curls. his bright green eyes sparkled. they flicked back and forth between your eyes, lips, and exposed neck. he was pleading with you, asking for permission in his own way. though your ultimate goal was to hear him beg for you, you knew you’d have to work for it. nodding, you silently allowed him to give in to you. he took advantage immediately, crashing his lips against yours. you hated how quickly you melted into the kiss. you didn’t stand a chance against him and his hot tongue. your resolve was weaker than you had hoped, and it was crumbling with each passing second. 

brock’s tongue took any opening you gave him, pressing it into your mouth to explore. with each lick into your mouth, your hips never stopped moving. the sounds that escaped both of you were obscene, but neither cared. why would you? it was unapologetically you. brock lifted his hips to meet yours, pressing against your center. you gasped, the wetness of your panties starting to cling to you. that earned a smirk from the man beneath you. he didn’t have to reach down to know how soaked you were. you always become so wet for him. 

“do i even need to check?” he teased, his breath heavy. it was your turn to roll your eyes, to which he responded, “if you roll your eyes back any further, they’ll get lost.” smugness dripped off of his voice, rumbling deep in his chest. “you ready to tell me yet? or, you just gonna tease me?” 

stubborn, you shook your head, “beg me.” 

brock’s head tilted up for a moment while his eyes narrowed as he assessed how serious you were. one of his hands left your ass to push up his glasses, and then he grabbed the back of your neck, drawing you in. your breath hitched, and he smirked, “make me.” 

swallowing in an attempt to bring yourself back to reality, you leaned against him. two could play at that game. you ground your hips down, circling over his cock. it caused him to bite back a groan. your hips kept rocking, selfishly applying friction in all the right places. he removed his hand from the back of your neck to grip your hips tightly. surely, he would leave bruises. his hips lifted to meet yours, but you shifted away from him. 

“i told you to beg me.” 

his brow furrowed. you’ve never acted like this before. brock had to admit that he kind of liked it. he found it endearing that you thought you had any control over him. his chest heaved out a soft sigh before tilting his head as he considered his options. you both knew that he could easily take over, and you would fold so quickly. you wouldn’t even resist his efforts. however, he was fascinated by you, your ability to think you had control. he wanted to explore that. if you could tease him, he would tease you right back. 

hiding his smirk, he used his strength to pull your hips down against his. you gasped, blushing. he was supposed to beg, and this was cheating. before you could protest, he spoke, “please, baby, i need you.” his hands pushed and pulled at your hips, forcing you to roll them across his lap. he let a soft hum escape from his throat, making eye contact with you. “only you make me feel this good, and i need you to do it again. please.” 

brock outsmarted you at your own game. you shortciruited at any semblance of control, never knowing what to do with it. brock used this to his advantage. his hand ghosted over your body, and his thumb snaked around to trace your jawline, and you shuddered. chills ran down your spine, preening from his attention. how could you possibly resist? 

closing the distance, you pressed against him. you left no space between you. you needed to crawl into his skin. he seemed to know it, too. the hand that was still on your hip dipped under your sweatshirt. it was hot, even against the warm skin under the garment. brock never failed to be a walking, talking space heater. he slid his hand higher, trailing your skin. he didn’t stop until he reached your tit, which he proceeded to knead. 

“brocky,” you breathed out, holding back a moan, “bear, please.” 

“look who’s begging now,” he teased as he lifted the sweatshirt over your head, removing it. 

your immediate reaction was to wrap your arms around yourself, hiding your body from him. you’d been in this position so many times, but you still felt insecure in front of brock. he couldn’t allow you to hide such a beautiful body from him, though. he captured your arms before you could attempt to cover yourself. “oh no, buttercup, you stay right here for me.” the next article of clothing he removed was his sweatshirt. in an effort to make you more comfortable, his sweatshirt joined yours on the floor. “how’s that, baby?” 

the blush in your cheeks seeped down through the rest of your body. “better,” you nodded. instead of wrapping around your body, your hands rested against brock’s chest. his skin was warm to the touch, fueled by the teasing you’ve done to him. your mouth watered. leaning forward, you latched onto his neck, mouthing at his pulse point. the groan that escaped his lips had your hips rolling over his cock, earning a second sound from deep in his chest. you knew better than to leave a lasting mark – brock was very particular about that. still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t worry a mark into his skin. you didn’t stay in one spot for long, moving down his neck and chest. while you left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses on his body, brock played with your tits. his fingers rolled the hard buds between his fingers, earning his own moans from you. 

finally, brock had had enough teasing. looking down, he could see that both of your pants had a wet patch. “need to take care of you, baby,” he breathed out, “need to make sure you are satisfied.” 

dumbly, you nod along. brock barely even touched you, but it was clear that you were soaked through. he was also wet, precum leaking from his tip. gently, he tapped your hips, signalling you to stand up. you did obediently. he was slow to reach your waistband, choosing, instead, to slide his hands up your legs. his hands ghosted over your thighs, leaning forward to press kisses to your stomach. your fingers tangled in his hair. you needed something to ground yourself while brock worshipped your body. his fingers dipped into your waistband, sliding your pants down your legs slowly. he planted kisses down your thighs as he exposed more and more skin. 

“is this what you wanted, baby?” he mumbled against your skin. he was close, but not quite where you needed him to be. he slid off the couch and onto his knees, looking up at you. “wanted me to beg for you, just like this?” you could do nothing but nod, and that had brock laughing. he guided you to step out of your pants, where they joined the graveyard of other abandoned clothes. “can you be a good girl for you?” unable to verbalize, you spread your legs, hoping you were reading his mind. “that’s it, baby, good girl.” 

brock shifted closer and could see that your inner thighs were slick, your pussy practically dripping. one hand rested on your thigh, stabilizing you, while the other slid through your folds. the moan that ripped through your body vibrated in his chest. he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. you tasted so deliciously sweet. he needed more, he decided. slipping into your folds again, his index finger teased your entrance while his thumb circled over your clit, earning another moan from you. brock was slow, though neither of you needed more foreplay. he added a second finger, curling them up into the spongy spot that never failed to make you jello. 

“please, baby,” he kissed your thigh, “need to stretch you out. please, need you nice and open for me.” 

his word choice was intentional, ensuring your request to beg was honored. you both knew he had control, but he liked how nicely you asked for it. your hands flew to his shoulders for stability. he never failed to make you so pliable. his little smirk nearly made you fold over, unable to stand on your own. he had you right where he wanted you. not removing his fingers from your throbbing pussy, brock slid his pants down his thighs with one hand. his cock sprang free, tapping against his stomach. he coaxed you close to the edge with his fingers, letting you move your hips to find the right spot. 

the sensation resonated deep in your core. your walls clenched around brock’s fingers, forcing them back together whenever he spread them apart to stretch you out. his thumb danced on your clit so effortlessly, and you were happy to ride his fingers. slowly, you leaned forward, putting more and more weight onto his shoulders. you were unable to hold yourself up, leaning on brock to steady you. the pressure built higher and higher. just as you felt the dam inside you was about to break, brock pulled his fingers away. 

the whine escaped your lips before you could fully comprehend what just happened, “brocky, please.” 

the smirk on his face said he knew exactly what he was doing. “wanna beg you,” he whined back, “isn’t that what you wanted?”

fuck. he was right. that’s exactly what you wanted. once again, he’d outsmarted you at your own game. 

brock shifted his weight back, planting himself back on the couch before kicking his pants off to match you. he pushed his glasses up his nose before beckoning you to join him again. “please, baby, i need you,” he sighed out, “i need you to ride me like the good girl you are. always make me feel so good when you do.” 

and who were you to deny him? 

you climbed over his lap, straddling him. before his hands could find his cock, you intercepted them. “no no, brocky, your hands stay right here,” you purred as you guided his hands to your waist. usually, brock would be the one easing you down onto his cock, but right then, you had the confidence to do it. 

reaching down, your hand wrapped around his length. he twitched at the feeling, needy and wanting your attention. you used your fingers to carefully spread the precum leaking from his tip as lubrication, though neither of you needed it. you pumped him once, twice, three times before his fingers dug into your hips. it was a warning: if you didn’t stop there, he would come before you could ride him. it was your turn to smirk up at him. “what do you want, brocky bear?” 

you slowly swirled your thumb over his head. he groaned softly as he threw his head back. “you torture me, baby girl,” he licked his lips before bringing his head back up to stare at you. you were beautiful like this, even as you tortured him. you blushed under his attention and dropped your head. however, brock didn’t like that. he reached up to capture your throat, just resting his hand along the base of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “eyes right here, baby,” he spoke softly, “look at me, only me, that’s it, good girl.” 

whatever resolve you had was diminishing by the second. you grabbed brock’s wrist, not daring to look away. you trusted your boyfriend; he would never hurt you. that didn’t mean he wouldn’t exercise his control over you when you acted out of line. doe eyed, you fawned at him, continuing to swirl your thumb over his tip. he hadn’t given you what you asked for yet. “brocky, beg me,” you squeaked out, hoping he’d give in and you’d both get what you want. 

unable to resist, brock swallowed and pulled you in closer. “baby, please,” his voice was shaky, “please, ride me. ride me until we’re falling apart.” even as you began to move to line him up with your entrance, he didn’t break eye contact. “you’re so beautiful, sweet girl. i’m the luckiest man alive to have you on top of me like this.” 

that was enough for you to sink on his length. the stretch around him was delicious, earning a mewl from your lips. the sounds from the man beneath you made all the teasing worth it. one thing about brock, he was vocal. if you made him feel good, he would let you know. you absorbed every sound and praise as a job well done. he even let out a soft groan as he bottomed out inside you. 

brock pulled you in by your throat to kiss you. his mouth swallowed your divine sounds. those were just for him, and he was going to make sure he savored every one. “that’s it, baby,” he murmured against your skin, “let me hear all your pretty sounds, please. i need to hear you.” 

though you still wanted to tease him, you couldn’t resist brock anymore. not when he filled you. your brain failed to function anymore. your senses were overwhelmed by brock; his pretty moans for you, his thick cock stretching you just right, and his hands exploring your body. it was all too much and not enough at the same time. he knew it, too. you were putty in his hands, and he was the sculptor. 

brock nipped at your lower lip in tandem with his nails digging into your flesh. you rolled your hips in response, earning a groan from him. “just like that, brocky,” you murmured against his mouth. he smiled as his tongue flicked over his bites, easing the pain. “that’s so good, baby,” you barely spoke above a whisper, “so good for me.” your lungs burned, unable to catch your breath. your mind shut down as you let brock take control. 

the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter. you could tell it was the same for brock as his fingers squeezed your hip and throat. your head was light and airy, the lack of blood flow causing a slight high. any words died on your tongue. all you could muster was repeating your boyfriend’s name over and over. 

brock’s hand left your throat, and you gasped. endorphins rushed to your head, and you fell against his chest, catching your breath. his hand found your thigh, his thumb circling your clit. you jolted, your hips slamming against his awkwardly. he laughed, kissing at your neck and shoulders as you turned into jello. “easy, buttercup, just a little longer,” he praised, “such a good girl for me. i know you can do it.” 

his thumb traced around your clit, teasing you. he knew it was working, too. your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned out as his head fell back again. you whined in protest, needing him to look at you. “no, baby, please,” you reached up to grab his face, “look at me.” 

brock’s head snapped up, immediately following your request. “anything for my beautiful girl.” he grunted, barely holding himself together. he was close. you were close. holding eye contact only intensified the feeling. “let go, baby, please? for me?” 

that was enough to send you reeling. your breath caught in your throat as heat pooled in your core. your walls clenched around brock’s cock as you rode through the orgasm. the mess soaked his body. his orgasm followed quickly, filling you with his hot cum. he never broke eye contact with you, knowing you craved his attention. his thumb didn’t stop moving over your clit until you slumped over, resting against him. he wrapped his arms around you instantly, protecting you. both of you were sticky, a thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin. 

your chest heaved, finally able to draw a breath in. you settled into brock’s body, comforted by his presence. your head lay on his shoulder as he pet your hair, singing your praises. “that was so sexy, baby,” he turned his head to plant a kiss on your forehead. “you’re so amazing, i’m so lucky.” slowly, he eased your hips up, much to your protest, but he shushed you. “it’s alright, sweet girl, i’m not going anywhere, just adjusting.” cleaning up would be a later problem for brock. his focus stayed on you and keeping you calm and comfortable. 

your breathing evened out with your body tucked between brock and the couch. you barely registered a blanket being thrown over you as your mind drifted off. your movie played in the background, brock replaying it for you. he’d yet to move, and he wouldn’t. not until you were ready. if that meant sleeping on the couch, so be it. he would do that for you. a proper shower to take care of and clean you could wait until the morning. he was perfectly content to lie with you on the couch, drifting off to sleep with your favorite movie on and his favorite girl curled up against his side. it made the long road trips and the nights spent away all worth it when the nights spent here with you were just like this. 

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[definitelynotdomanique]

Luck of the playoffs// B.F.

Pairing: Brock Faber x fem!reader

Wc: 1.9k

Warnings: smut!, cunnilingus, light mentions of squirting, fingering, slight nipple play.

a/n: this maybe sorta got away from me BUT how am I supposed to be normal when he looks like this yummy!?!? Anyway I wrote this based off a whorish convo that me and @vxmpirebyrumor and this is the result of that🤭

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When the Wild made it into the playoffs, you were so excited for Brock and the others because you saw how hard they had worked to get to this moment. All the nights he had come home tired and exhausted or upset because something didn’t go their way had paid off.

There were many things that you were excited for, like the wag jackets that some of the other girlfriends and wives had been nonstop talking about for the last month at least. There was one thing that topped all the others though, and that was the fact that Brock was going to be growing out his beard for the series.

You had questioned if he was really going to commit to it before the first game and of course he didn’t let you down because by the time game five rolled around, he had already gone full lumberjack.

You had opted to stay home to watch game five, being that it was a Tuesday and you had work in the morning. You were sitting on the couch wearing nothing but one of Brock’s old college t-shirts with your lucky green panties that Brock insisted helped him because when you wore them when you had stayed home the last time, he scored a goal and they had won. You were hoping that luck would carry into the playoffs too, or else they were going in the garbage.

As the game came to an end with the Wild keeping the lead and winning 4-2, you grab your phone, looking for Brocky Bear 🐻, and texting him.

Congratulations on the win baby! I’m so proud of you! I’ll be here waiting with your gift;)

You know it’ll probably be a while until he replies because of the media and meetings, so you start to clean up your trash left over from dinner. You set your plate in the sink before heading off to the bedroom, doing your bedtime routine, before hopping into bed to turn on a show.

You scroll through Hulu before landing on a random movie that you really didn’t care about, when you heard the ding of your phone go off, indicating a text message. You look down to see a text from Brocky Bear 🐻.

Thank you baby! I’m leaving the rink now so I’ll see you when I get home to open my gift!

Smiling, you decide to leave his message and just wait until he gets home. You waited another 15 minutes until you heard the front door open and heard the sound of Brock dropping his things on the floor. “Baby, I’m home!” he calls out from the living room, “in here brocky!” you reply.

He follows your voice into the bedroom, as he opens the door he has a smile across his face as he sees you jump to your knees on the bed and scoot over to the edge so you could congratulate him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him tight, “ I’m so proud of you brocky! you played so well tonight!” his hands that are sat on your hips, squeeze tight as a response. You know what kind of mood he’s in when you feel his hands move from your hips down to your upper thighs, lifting your shirt so he can feel your skin. The chill of his hands makes you shiver, goosebumps raising as Brock leans down to place kisses on your shoulder blade.

“thank you baby, I knew your good luck charm would work”, his voice raspy from all the yelling on the ice. You let out a giggle as you feel his beard tickle the skin around your neck, he keeps leaving kisses until he reaches your lips, finally kissing you.

He pulls back after a few seconds to let you breathe, “I was going to take them off for your surprise” you tease, and he immediately stops his nibbling on your neck, to look at you. You can see the shocked look in his face, almost as if you betrayed him somehow.

Before he moves back to nibbling on you, his hands moving from your hips down to your ass, slightly squeezing. You move your hands to his cheeks, running your fingers through his little beard that he’s grown. You get flashbacks to this morning when you asked Brock if it was just his face he was going to stop shaving and he told you he was leaving everything. That thought makes you move your hands from his cheeks to the bottom of his shirt, trying to lift it over his head to see his chest.

He pulls back to help you out, lifting his arms as you pull it up, throwing it somewhere on the ground. You look up at him for a split second before pulling him in by his hips, attacking his chest with kisses. He lets a little sigh out as you leave a peck near his nipple, you smile as he shivers when your teeth graze it.

You lick from his nipple all the way up to his neck and continue up to kiss lips. Right before you kiss him he grabs you by the back of the head, “you’re such a good girl for me, baby” , you let out a tiny moan at his words. Before you lean back in to kiss him, he taps your thigh “lay back for me baby”, you nod and sit back on your butt, before laying fully on your back with your elbows propping you up. He crawls onto the bed inching towards your legs, he puts his hands on both of your knees, spreading them apart.

As he spreads your legs, he can see the wet patch that has formed on your panties. He groans when he sees it, “brocky, please I need it,” you whine out. He smirks up at you, “what do you need, baby?” He teases you. You throw your head back, and he decides to give in to you, lying flat on his stomach.

You can feel his breath fanning against your pussy. You try inching closer to his mouth, hoping he gets the hint to give you what you want. You move your hand down to run your hands through his curls, grabbing at his hair to bring him closer.

It surprises you when he bites at your left thigh, then leaves little pecks to ease the sting. You throw your head back at the feel of his tongue licking at your skin. The sounds you’re making finally break him, he moves your underwear to the side, finally able to see your pussy. The cold air mixes with your wetness and makes you shiver, when he looks up at you he can tell that you're blushing and he smirks, kissing your clit gently. His kiss makes you clench around nothing, he can’t help but let his eyes roll back at the sight.

You lift your hips to help him take your panties off, he throws them somewhere behind him before he lowers his head. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking in gently. Your eyes roll back as he moves his tongue in circles, making your toes curl. “o-oh fuck brocky”, you let out as your fingers wrap around his curls.

He moans in response, sending vibrations through your whole body. Brock reaches up to grab at your tits, you use your free hand to guide his hand towards your boob and once he finds it he squeezes, making you moan.

He uses his other hand to keep you spread open, he licks at your pussy, letting a drop of spit slowly drip onto your clit as he moves his middle and ring finger to tease your entrance. His fingers circle your slit, watching as it clenches, waiting for his fingers. “look at how needy you are for me, baby”.

He looks into your eyes as he sees you panting, your hands reaching around tugging at the sheets for some type of rock to ground yourself. “brocky, please fuck me, I’m being so good for you” your whining works on him. He’s dipping his fingers into your pussy and goes back to licking at your clit, his beard is all slick with your juices when he comes back up for air.

His fingers are still in your pussy as he moves his body up so that he’s face to face with you. Your hands fly to both his cheeks, your nails lightly scratching at his beard as his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. The sounds of his fingers and your juices mixing, make a sound that only makes Brock move faster. He kisses at your neck, the burn of his beard makes your head dizzy. You know you’ll have marks on your thighs and neck from it tomorrow but you really don’t care when he’s making you feel this good.

He can feel that you’re close by the way walls are squeezing his fingers. He moves back down to kiss your clit, pulling his fingers out he replaces them with his tongue, that feeling makes you arch up into him, his tongue moving inside you until the little knot in your tummy snaps.

You let out a cry, his name the only thing that comes to mind. His thumb doesn’t slow down on your clit, he pulls back from your slit and goes back to licking at your clit, sucking in while his fingers go back to your entrance.

He adds a third finger, making you clench even more, you try to close your legs around his head to signal that you’re too sensitive. Heaving and panting, trying to come down from your first orgasm, “Brock, baby, please” you say as you try to push back at his shoulder.

He’s not letting up, lapping at your pussy until you’re whining and arching even harder into him. He’s looking back at you as he watches you fall apart under him, his fingers moving back and forth over your clit as your juices squirt out, making a mess of his face and beard.

Your face is red as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. Brock leans back on his knees, shocked at what just happened, “d-did you jus-“, you cut him off before he finishes, “oh my god, I can’t believe that happened” you say as, covering your face with both hands.

He quickly moves to uncover your face, “don’t hide, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” , you look up at him as he’s leaning over you, his beard is still soaked with your wetness, you move to rub your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling at him. “Don’t make me laugh right now” you roll your eyes, jokingly. He chuckles down at you, leans down to kiss you, and then hops off the bed.

He walks into the closet to grab a clean shirt for you, and then into the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. Walking back to you he sits on the edge of the bed, “I really am proud of you, brocky, you played so good tonight baby” , he smiles back at you “I couldn’t have done it with you” he admits. You let out a laugh, deciding to tease him, “shut up, you were only thinking about my underwear”.

He laughs as he throws the towel he cleaned you up with, in the hamper. Coming back to the bed, laying under the sheets, snuggling up with you. Brock wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, your head laying on his chest, you run your fingers through his chest hair as he begins telling you about the entire game. You can feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest, humming you into a deep sleep as he goes on about his second love.

[creoleeggin]

do you think you can do brock catching roommate reader getting off and he hears his name ? he just came home from a long road trip and his roommate thought he wasn’t going to be home at all

Nsfw below!!

His key clicks into the lock, deadbolt giving way for him to open the door. He steps inside, closing the door behind him before dropping his bag. He’s glad to be home. He had a bad check in game 2 of a roadie. Nothing serious, just enough to get him sent home.

You, his roommate, were nowhere to be found. Assuming you had picked up some extra shifts at work or had gone out with friends, he quickly shucks off his hoodie and shirt, heading for the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, he takes a sip, sighing as the cool liquid runs down his throat. 

There’s a soft sound from down the hall, almost a squeak. He quickly looks over. Padding down the hallway quietly, straining to listen.

“Mmph!” There it is again. He follows it, ignoring where he's going, shuffling until he’s at the noise. It’s coming from your room. Pressing his ear against the door, he holds his breath to listen further, trying to get any clues he can.

“Oh fuck…” A voice whispers, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” His brows furrow. By the time he realises what he's listening to though, it's too late.

“Brock, fuck, nngh…” His face goes slack, jaw dropping ever so slightly. “Yes, god…” Were you masturbating? He presses closer to the door, careful to stay quiet. He knows he’s being weird, but he can’t help it.  He can pick out a mechanical buzz, the sound overridden by your moans.

Lava pools in his guts, heavy and warm like his face. He shifts, body weight against the door, desperately trying to calm himself as a tent forms in his pants. His hand snakes down, softly cupping, paying attention to where he needs it most.

He tells himself it's okay. That he’s not doing any harm. But every moan of his name makes his hand squeeze harder around himself, tipping him closer to the edge. His fingers hook under his own waistband, sliding down and down and down until he pulls himself out. His tip is flushed and hot, desperate like Brock himself. He glides up and down his shaft. Brock starts to pump himself, leaning his weight against the door. 

‘This is wrong. This is so wrong.’ He thinks. Yet, his hand doesn't stop. Rubbing his thumb over his tip, he smears precum over his shaft as he bites his lip. His hand moves quicker, up and down and up and down in time with the creaking of your bedframe. The guilt is gone now, replaced by the craving for your skin against his own.

He’d always liked you. He didn't know if it was that sweet perfume you always wore, the way you always made him coffee even on the first day he moved in, or what. Something about you always had him ennamoured. Eventually, that had progressed to biting his pillows and secretly fisting his cock. And hearing you moan his name had just reheated those emotions a thousand times over. 

His hand bounces faster. His breath gets shorter. He lets out soft ‘yes’s, breathy and whiny. His tip twitches, hand stuttering as he realises what's about to happen. The heat in his stomach coils tighter, threatening to snap right this second. His hand moves impossibly fast. He gasps one, twice, and a third time as a hot rope of cum shoots out.

“Gahhh” He tries to hold back his moan but fails. More ropes come, dribbling down onto his sweats and coating his hands. “Fuck, ah, shit…” His breath is heavy. He leans against the wall again, soft sighs and gasps escaping him. 

“...Brock?” Your voice floats through the door. Oh crap. He kinda got wrapped up in his own thing and forgot you were in there.

Freezing, his eyes go wide in fear. “Um…Uh…Yeah…?” He’s praying to the universe, hoping and hoping that you don't know what just happened. Unfortunately for him though, the universe was preoccupied.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing, I swear.” Your bed creaks, and he can hear you putting on clothes. Sensing what's about to happen, Brock shoves his cock back into his pants and desperately tries to wipe the sweat off his face.

Your bedroom door creaks open, “You’re home early…” You say meekly. He nods. Your eyes rake down his body, catching on the white staining and dripping down his clothed thighs. “Oh…”

Brock somehow blushes a deeper shade of red. He looks away from you, embarrassed and ashamed that he couldn't control himself. “Look, y/n, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done this and I-”

“Do you always cum that quickly?” You interrupt him. His eyes freeze where they are, throat locking up. Trembling, he waits a second before shaking his head no. Your eyes lock onto the wet patch on his sweats again. You lick your lips. “Prove it.”

[willmackshipper]

𝐛𝐟𝟕 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

request -> brock faber x reader, maybe something spicy if youre up to it, just fabes being real sweet to reader, whatever you feel like! thank you!!

Brock Faber Masterlist

The Hangover plays softly in the background as you and Brock enjoy your day off, you’re cooking a small lunch for the both of you and Brock is lounging on the couch scrolling on his phone. He laughs every so often as he half listens to the movie and every time he shouts “Babe! You gotta come see this!” You laugh and say “Brock I’m cooking us lunch!” but you go into the living room and watch it anyway. You hum quietly as you stir the pasta, the aroma of the sauce and herbs filling the room mixed with the nice spring breeze rolling through the open windows. You pick up a noodle out of the saucepan and taste it, deciding the sauce is the correct consistency and the noodles are done. You turn off the heat and call out to Brock, “Honey, lunch is ready!” You hear the noise from the TV cease and Brock’s footfalls make their way to the kitchen. He jogs in with a dopey, happy smile on his face. His glasses fall down the bridge of his nose as he bounds over to you like a little puppy.

He hugs you from behind and peppers kisses up and down your neck before inhaling deeply, breathing in your scent mixed with his cologne and the aroma of the food. “You’re happy today,” you state. Brock lets out a big breath as he steps back from you, “Yeah well I get to spend the day with you.” He says it so matter of factly that you almost missed what he said completely. You turn around and look at your boy, messy hair and all. He just shrugs nonchalantly and grabs a bowl out of the cupboard, then takes a few steps to the stove so he can fill his bowl with pasta. Once he decides it’s enough pasta he hands the bowl off to you, muttering “This is yours,” under his breath. You take the bowl from him, reach up and kiss his cheek, and make your way to the living room. Brock follows you with his own bowl of pasta, you both sit down on the couch and you cover Brock and yourself with the blanket that was haphazardly thrown to the side.

Brock grabs the remote off the coffee table and turns the movie back on before leaning back and eating his pasta. You both sit in silence as you eat your meal, Brock lets out occasional hums and ‘this is so good’. You laugh to yourself whenever he does along with reaching over and scratching the back of his head. Brock finishes his meal before you do and sets his bowl on the coffee table, then leaning back, scratching his stomach, and groaning. You huff and give him a look to which he smiles at and says “You did great baby, it was so good that I can feel myself slipping into a food coma now.” You take your last bite and laugh at Brock’s statement, leaning forward to put your bowl with Brock’s. You lay back on the couch and fake pout at Brock, “Aw you poor baby. What can I do to make you feel better?”

“I want cuddles.”

“Cuddles?”

“Cuddles.” Brock affirms. You smile and open your arms as an invitation for him. Brock’s smile stretches so wide across his face you fear it might split his face in two. He scrambles over to you, immediately plopping himself on top of you, head on your chest, arms wrapped around you tightly. He nuzzles his face into your bust and hums happily, his glasses become crooked from the angle in which he is laying. His mop of brown curls brush your chin and tickle your nose but you don’t move away, no, instead you wrap your arms around his back and hug him. For hours you lay together as one, Brock asleep on your chest as you keep alternating between the movie and him, occasionally you lean down and press a kiss to his head. He burrows his head ever farther into your chest, making a noncommittal noise while he sleeps.

When Brock wakes up the sky is darkening, the tv is playing some random show on low volume, and you are running your hands through his hair quickly lulling him to sleep. He lifts his head and looks up at you, briefly noticing his glasses had been removed and placed on the table. You’re watching the tv but look down when you feel the weight on your chest alleviate. “I love you,” Brock says quietly under his breath, trying not to break the peaceful silence. He leans up and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, smiling when he hears “I love you more, Brock.”

[hockeygirlyyyy]

Bolds, fabes, threesome (or u could even throw Quinn in there too im not picky) with a girly that’s a mn wild physio :p just months of pent up sexual tension

Pairing: Matt Boldy x Brock Faber x Quinn Hughes x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, riding, doggy, unprotected p in v × 2, handjob, handcuffs, hair pulling, choking, praise kink, spitting, dirty talk, spanking, kissing, clit smacking, degrading, rough sex.

Stance on Team USA

"Fuck" Brock hisses as you start stroking his cock.

Matt groans as you start bouncing on his cock, Quinn watches from where he's handcuffed to the bed, "This is unfair."

You ignore Quinn as you speed up moving on Matt's cock, Brock groans you spit on your hand to help you move it along his cock.

"Fuck" Matt says before reaching down and circling your clit.

You moan as your orgasm approaches, "Matt fuck."

Brock groans as he cums all over your hand, Matt grabs your hip with his free hand and starts thrusting up into you. You moan loudly before cumming all over his cock, Matt groans as you clench down on him. He thrusts a few more times before stilling inside you and filling you up.

You catch your breath before moving off of him, "You know this is frowned up right?" You ask as you uncuff Quinn.

"Yeah we do" Brock says, watching as Quinn flips you over so your ass is in the air, "But we don't care."

Quinn smacks your ass before lining up with your entrance, "We're going to fuck all three of your holes before the nights over."

You moan at his dirty words and as he thrusts into you in one motion, "Fuck Quinn."

"Think you can handle it?" Brock asks as he starts circling your clit while Quinn pounds into you.

"Yeah I definitely can" you say before Matt pinches your nipples.

You moan as Quinn grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up so your back is to his chest and then he wraps a hand around your throat.

"Good girl letting us fuck you like a slut" Quinn says.

You moan as Brock smacks your clit, "You like that?" He asks

Brock keeps smacking your clit occasionally circling it causing you to moan louder, "Cum for us baby."

You moan before you cumming all over Quinn's cock, Quinn groans before he's cumming filling you up. Matt gives you a soft kiss while Brock helps you lay down.

"You okay?" Quinn asks

"Yeah just give me a minute then we can go again" you say.

The boys go get you something to eat and some water, when they come back you four go at it again. By the end of the night they've fucked all of your holes and made you squirt 😉

[eleganthischier]

love tinted letters 💌 b.faber7

𖦹˙— summary: vaguely valentine’s day themed but brock glasses appreciation!!!

°. 🐚 ⋆ 𐔌 word count: ꒱ ~500

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ warnings: sort of bad and rushed writing | explanation for why i’ve been gone at the end…

₊ ⊹ pairings: brock faber + (fem) reader

“you’re such a loser..” you coo as you press kiss after kiss to brock’s face. a few giggles came out as your fingertips traced along his glasses.

“and you’re so mean,” brock retorted back.

you adored his glasses and the way he looked in them, he was so cute! you just wanted to squeeze him tight some days.

you had a pack of small stickers nearby, mainly to put on his glasses he had on right now. you giggled softly as you picked off a few small star stickers and pressed them to the corners and bridge of his glasses. it was some color against the black frames!

brock just watched you lovingly, accepting his fate. it wasn’t an issue to him anyways; he had other pairs of glasses if he wanted to wear those. if you hadn’t already decorated those either.

he sighed lovingly as he patted your sides. you were so happy like this he didn’t want to interrupt you at all.

you were so focused on putting stickers on him and his glasses

“will you hold on for a second?” he eventually spoke up, hands moving down to pat your hips. not that brock ever minded you being all up on him, but he did want you to focus on the basket to your side. it was amusing to him how easily you were distracted.

you eventually huff and move to slide back into his lap and settle there.

“happy now?” you murmur as you place your hands on his chest.

brock nodded as he sat up a bit. he patted your lower back with a soft hum.

“stop pouting at me… i want to give you something,” he murmured as he reached over to grab the basket nearby. there was a faint smile on his lips as he watched you go through the basket — setting a few different stuffed animals, chocolates and a few crochet flowers he had brought aside.

“when did—“ you paused as you looked down at the hummingmint plush in your hands. that had been your favorite sanrio character since you were little and you had only mentioned it once or twice before.

you could feel your eyes bubble up with tears a bit; this was so sweet.

you made a small noise before wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your head against his cheek — bumping your forehead into his glasses by accident.

“oh, baby..” brock whispered as he turned his head to kiss your temple.

“you’re so amazing, i’m gonna bite you!”

“please don’t.”

you could only laugh softly as you pulled away to look at him.

“i love you..” you mumbled as you pressed gentle kisses to his face.

“i know you do,” he replied with a fond eye roll.

you waited a few seconds before poking his jaw. “okay, mister nonchalant.. just say it back.”

brock sighed heavily, hands drifting down to squeeze your hips.

“i love you too…”

( -` 💋 ´- ) i hope this was decent at the very least !! happy valentine’s day ! i have another thing that will either come out soonish or over the next week or so !! sorry i’ve been gone so long — college has not been easy on me and ive had a shit ton of stuff going on that’s drawn me away.. i will be doing my best to get back to writing more frequently though !!