Oh. And I saw an Insta thing of Brock with his dogs (and the Gaudettes and their dog) on some cliff in the BC wilderness. So like... Now I'm just imagining going on a hike with him, Milo, and Coolie to go watch the sunset (or rise; I'm not picky) from the cliff.
I saw that too 🥺
watching sunsets by the water with Brock and the dogs was one of your favorite things to do. You'd lay out a picnic blanket and have some snacks as you watched the colours of the sky change, his arm wrapping around you as you lose the warmth of the sun. You'd take photos of the Coolie and Milo, and of course brock in the golden light.
If someone was with you, Brock would quietly get them to take some candid photos of your little family so he can post them on his Instagram later on.
Also, don't mind me, I'll just promote my own Brock fic Love Notes here as it kind of matches the vibes (like hike (kind of), sunset, doggos)
Lowkey though, I'm kinda sad that Brock's beard is gone it was a look™ not that I don't like him now but you know.... Beard burn :)
He looked SO good with that beard 😭 RIP, hope we get to see it again next year! And you had to say beard burn didn’t you?!? (950 words hehe)
Being away from him, only able to see him during his games on the tv or over facetime really got to you at times.And when his beard grew out and he was looking like that, it was even harder.
Sure, you’d both gotten good at phonesex after being together for so long, but obviously it wasn’t the same. You couldn’t wait to feel his beard - beneath your fingertips, against your cheeks, between your thighs.
His flight home was a late one, and even though he insisted you didn’t have to wait up, both of you knew that you would. You’re waiting in bed, wearing only a t-shirt and some panties, when you hear the front door open, footsteps shortly following. you scramble to get out of bed and by the time your feet hit the floor, the bedroom door opens.
And there he is - right in front of you.
You don’t waste a second before you literally jump at him. He catches you easily as you wrap your legs around him. You’re almost too caught up in the feeling of finally being in his arms again that you forget about his beard - almost.
He nuzzles into your neck and it scratches against your skin, you let out an involuntary moan at the feeling. He perks up at the noise, leaning his head back to look at you, his brow arched. You move one of your hands around his neck to feel his beard between your fingers, and his smile grows at your actions.
“Hi baby,” you finally say, meeting his eyes - your fingers still mindlessly feeling his facial hair as he leans into your touch. His eyes squint as he smiles, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he starts making his way towards your bed. “Hi, my love” he murmurs leaning his forehead against yours, and you can’t wait any longer to kiss him.
Though the feeling of his beard is new, you’ve never felt more at home like the way you do when his lips are on yours. His tongue touches your bottom lip and you deepen the kiss before he swiftly moves the two of you onto the bed, his body leaning over yours.
Your legs fall further apart and his hips press against yours making you whimper against his lips, grabbing at his neck with desperation as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You break apart to catch your breaths, but you don’t hesitate to move your hands underneath his t-shirt, he takes control, his t-shirt quickly finding the floor before he’s peeling yours off too, leaving a trail of kisses against your skin.
His lips wrap around your nipples, and the contrast of his soft wet tongue and the scratch of his beard makes you throw your head back, “fuck, I missed you” you breathe out. “Missed you too, baby” he speaks and the cold air of his breath makes you shiver.
His fingers slide down your sides, his delicate touch tickling you making you let out a breathy laugh, “missed your laugh” he notes, kissing your chest.
Then, he’s leaving kisses down your body as you thread your fingers through his hair. Your breathing’s heavy as he slowly peels your panties down your legs. and he kisses the inside of your thigh, making you moan out in anticipation. “Missed your moans” he murmurs, his eyes dark as he looks up at you
He presses one of your legs to the mattress, the other he puts over his shoulder. he makes himself comfortable between your legs and you know you’re going to be there for a while. He licks his lips as he looks down at your wet pussy.
“And fuck, I missed how you taste” he says before his tongue licks between your folds. You thought his beard felt good against your cheek and against your chest, but oh my god. As his tongue touches your clit and you feel the roughness of his facial hair against your thigh. you grip his hair tighter, your pussy clenches, hips lifting off the bed.
You come apart at his tongue quicker than ever before, but he doesn’t stop. He barely lets you breathe before his fingers slide into you. He wastes no time hooking his fingers, touching your g-spot, and you mean to moan his name but what actually comes out is unintelligible.
The sweet relief of his tongue against you and his fingers moving inside of you along with his beard rubbing against your now sensitive skin is almost too much. But as his tongue moves firmer against your clit and he groans against you, you fall apart again.
This time it crashes through you, your legs shaking as your eyes roll back into your head at the overwhelming pleasure, you clench hard around his fingers and he leans his cheek against your thigh as he replaces his tongue with his thumb - admiring you as he fingers you through your high.
Your breath evens out and his fingers slow down, he kisses the skin on your thigh, and you’re already sensitive from his beard rubbing against it all night. you whimper as he removes his fingers, your eyes barely open to see him suck them into his mouth.
As you come to and open your eyes properly, you take him in. His lips and beard glistening with your cum, his eyes dark with lust. As you grab him to kiss you, you moan at the taste, feeling the wetness on your own chin.
His hard cock presses against your clit as you wrap your legs around him, his hand grabbing onto your thigh. “Can you handle one more, baby?” he murmurs against your lips.
A/N: You didn’t ask for this but I, uuuhm, was inspired.. it got a bit out of hand I’m sorry afsdkj also lets say coolie and milo are somewhere else this particular night, even though that’s probably not realistic at all lmao
You ended my other one by saying Brock would put his hand on your thigh to calm you down. Care to elaborate on that a little? I’m all for, uh... other means of distraction—
Yes, yes I can 💕
He knows you’re stressed out by the game on the tv, and his usual comforting words hasn’t worked.
He bites his lip as he puts his hand on your knee, you glance down at it, but instantly look back up.
Your concentration breaks a little as his hand travels up your thigh, you look over at him confused.
“Let me take your mind off it” he says, his hand sliding under the waistband of your pants
You gasp as you feel his fingers on you, slowly coaxing the stress away, replacing it with pleasure.
You and brock had planned a big holiday in Europe, he was going to take you to Greece, but then covid happened and the season was postponed.
His plan was to propose to you on the beach with the sun setting in the background, but there was no way he was waiting another year to ask you.
So he improvised.
He found a couple recipes for mediterranean food, gave you vague instructions to dress up after you were finished with your work.
You were expecting a cute date night, but when you stepped out of your shared bedroom and saw the dining room lit up with candles, the table set, Brock setting down the finishing touches, you couldn’t help but gasp.
He looked at you with the softest smile, he didn’t know if it was normal to feel so calm right before proposing, but he was so sure of your shared love that he simply wasn’t nervous, he just couldn’t wait to ask you.
He managed to wait until after dinner, but you had a feeling all night that this wasn’t just the two of you having dinner together.
And when he led you out to the patio, his eyes glossy before he even starts to speak.
“I was planning on doing all of this in Greece, but just imagine we’re on a beach right now” he says and you laugh in confusion, “okay?” you say
“The day I met you it was like everything started to make sense, it felt like I’d known you my whole life, and I knew I wanted you by my side for the rest of my days in that moment”
He fishes out a small box from the pocket inside of his jacket before getting down on one knee “will you-”, “yes!” you interrupt him, and he laughs, teary eyed, “yeah?” he says, taking your hand.
“Of course I’ll marry you” you cry as he slides the ring onto your finger.
He swiftly gets up, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses you deeply, both of you smiling into the kiss.
Hi! Is it too much if I ask for prompts 71, 87, and 92 for Brock Boeser?
Another friends to lovers with Brock, I will die on this hill. Hope you like it! 💕
Brock Boeser: 71 “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” , 87 “You’re so adorable.” & 92 “You make me happy.”
You knew Brock would be home, you were unsure if he’d be awake, but you were one hundred percent sure he was home. You weren’t sure if going to his place after a bottle of wine and then some was such a good idea, but you were almost there already, so why turn back now? You’d been out with friends, friends who encouraged the idea. Friends who’d been telling you all night that Brock felt the same as you.
He’d given you a key for emergencies and so you could look after Coolie and Milo while he was on roadtrips. Your situation didn’t fall into either of those categories, but you were determined in your steps into his building nonetheless. You let yourself in, trying to be quiet in case he’s actually asleep. You notice it’s dark, so your suspicions are confirmed, he’s gone to bed.
But, you have something very important to tell him so you make your way to his bedroom. You stumble slightly on the way, cursing under your breath. The noise you made must have been louder than you thought, because you hear Milo bark before him and Coolie come running out of Brocks bedroom towards you. You’re momentarily distracted in your mission as you sit down on the floor and pet the dogs.
You don’t even notice Brock when he appears in his doorway and leans against the frame to look at you. It’s when he laughs softly at you, that you see his sleepy form standing there. You take in his tousled hair, squinty eyes and bare chest, “You’re so adorable.” you say without thinking. His smile grows, “you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” he laughs, his voice gruffy from being woken up. You nod, a guilty smile on your face.
“C’mere” he says, walking a few steps over to you and reaching his hand out to help you up. He easily pulls you to your feet and leads you into his bedroom, the dogs follow after you. He finds you a t-shirt to wear before getting back into bed. Once you’ve changed you get in next to him. You lay on your side to look at him, his eyes drooping as he’s about to fall back asleep, then, you remember why you came. “You make me happy, you know” you say, as those were the first words that popped into your mind.
He struggles to open his eyes again to look at you, humming at you in a questioning tone. “I came over because I needed to tell you, that I love you” you continue. His smile grows and he pulls you to him, he kisses your forehead, “I love you too” he says casually. ”No, like, I love you love you” you huff, frustrated that he didn’t get it. “Yeah, I know. I’m saying I love you too, now please go to sleep - we’ll talk about it tomorrow” he says, pressing another kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes again.
I’m freaking out about a baseball game and just want to curl up in a ball and beg for sweet release from the Earth. So, uh... Brock (or PLD or Tyson—you can pick, I don’t mind whichever way) being soothing would really help me right now ;-;
If I get Brock as an option, you know I’m going to go with Brock fghsjf
He’d distract you in a number of ways whenever you’re stressed.
Pulling you in to cuddle you,
Kissing your forehead and cheeks,
His hands tracing patterns on your skin,
Calling Coolie or Milo in for reinforcements,
Or distracting you by sliding his hand up your thigh, taking your mind off of it entirely
