#pierre Luc dubois

[pemguims]

[PLD intermission interview]

[thornescratch]

Brandon Duhaime gets the traditional ex-team pregame love serenade from his captain and teammates.

[puckpocketed]

7/12/2024 - WSH @ MTL

[psyduc]

[casadoresdean]

I love this team so much… 🥺😭

[celbrini]

[PLD] after the game against the jets 02.02.2025 (x)

[niallhoranhasthat1thing]

Capitals: a nice night for some puck

[sweettomyhoney]

The race thing in the NHL is weird… Like no wags that are black (even with Black players). Black women get so much discrimination by athletes (and men in general) and even the ones who are Black themselves. A shocking example is with the France international soccer team: most players are Black or men of color (like 80% or even more), and yet you can count maybe like 2 black wags… It’s really sad. So much to fit a mold.

Obviously, the NHL is so intense with their “aryan” standards. Like we are shocked when a wag is a brunette….Like think about it, being a white brunette girl breaks the mold in this sport…It’s actually insane. We will be relieved and happy and applaud those guy if they follow or date brunettes. 😅 The standard is so low. It’s actually insane!!

Wag culture looks awful (especially the hockey one) to be honest and I would not wish for any WOC to be in an environment where there would be white mean girl behavior… I hope there is a change, but the first one to break this cycle will go through a hell of a time. And knowing also that some of the fans (male and female fans) are racists…Damn, like I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw a black wag dating a white player, there would be the same reaction to when FKA Twigs (a black artist) dated Robert Pattinson. Especially, if it’s one of those Hughes bros or young player type who are popular with the ladies.

The brunette thing is absolutely insane?? one player even spoke about how some of the kids didn’t know which lady was their mom when they were running up to ask them a question because they all look alike. That’s absolutely horrifying. I don’t wish that type of pain on any women of color or black women. And I hate that we are conditioned to aspire to look one way in order a be seen by a man 😭

[zetterbabe]

09.15.23

[connorsleons]

I am what I am 'cause you trained me / so who's afraid of me?

[hockeyboysimagines]

I need some fuckboy PLD vibes with a sprinkle of prompt “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.” -- you know who 😏 p.s. it doesn't have to be smutty

You always pick the best requests @cellythefloshie the first of the blurbs!!

For you🤍

It wasn’t even fair. You thought to yourself as you watched the muscle in his forearm flex as he popped the cap off the beer bottle and tossed it in the trash before turning and making his way back over.

Pierre’s apartment was warm and cozy compared the the dark and cold that it was outside and while you’d been there for hours, this was your first and only beer you were having.

“Thanks.” You said as he handed it to you. You didn’t even like beer, but when he offered you said yes on instinct and now you had to drink it.

He was surveying you over the neck of his bottle and smiled.

“You look so awkward.”

You breathed out a laugh “I feel awkward.”

“Around me?” He pointed to himself and made a face “Why?”

You’d known him a little while now, but up until this point you’d only hung out in a group or out in public at a bar. Never alone like this but you’d been intrigued when he asked. It had been fine so far, but the longer you spent there the more you wanted to know what he wanted. It had been hours of talking and surely, that couldn’t be the sole reason he’d invited you over.

“I don’t know. We’ve never hung out just you and I before. Is there a reason why you wanted to?”

He stared at you for a second and then shrugged “I don’t know. I just like hanging out with you. Do I have to have a reason?”

“No i-“

“Or do you want me to have a reason?”

You opened your mouth to speak and then closed it. You were acutely aware of how small the couch you were seated on was and in reality there was only a couch cushion between you. He had his legs spread out in front of him, bottle resting on his upper thigh, arm braced on arm of the sofa.

You gulped “No. I was just…wondering is all.” You said looking at your lap.

“Like you wanted me to say what? That I want to hang out because I want to fuck you?”

You raised your head very slowly, meeting his eye “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I mean-I mean do you want to?”

“Want to what?” he asked eyes twinkling mischievously as he leaned forward.

You backed up and coughed “You know.”

“Say it.”

You cleared your throat, cheeks burning and said very quietly “Do you want-“

“Mmmmmm can’t hear you.”

You squirmed and crossed your legs but raised your chin and spoke louder “Do you want to fuck me?” Your eyes started to water and your face felt like it was on fire. You were sure it was fire red, and the botches were making their way down your neck and chest.

“Yes. I do.” He said simply before he leaned in to kiss you, tongue first.

It was hot. It was wet. It was messy.

The beer in his hand hit the floor and rolled, spilling suds across the hardwood but he didn’t even seem to notice. You set yours down as he pushed you up the couch, fingers gripping the back of your neck. Your senses were on overload as you kissed him back, almost too dazed by it to even participate but after a few moments you gained your focus. He gripped your arms, pulling you over so you were straddling him on the couch. He twisted both of his hands in your hair, bucking his hips up to meet yours.

You had never had as much pleasure in your life as you were right now. His hands down down your chest, to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

He raised his arms so you could do his and once it was over his head, he reached up running his tongue across the underside of your jaw. You let your eyes slide closed and let out a shuddering breath.

He stopped kissing you a second, and in one swift moment had you up and off his lap and on your back on the coffee table.

He pulled your underwear and your skirt down your legs, and pushed them apart. He picked up the bottle of beer, and lowered it down over your belly button and poured it, making you gasp. You watched as the beer ran down your sides, pooling on the table and watched as he leaned forward, running his tongue alone the lower part of your abdomen. You let out a strained gasp as he moved upwards, sucking on the skin where the beer had settled and had to bite down on your lip to keep from screaming. You looked down to find him staring at you as he made his way upwards, reaching down to undo the buckle on his belt. You jumped when it clanged against the table leg and watched him lower his jeans and boxers and then paused.

“Wait the blinds-“

“Leave them open.” You breathed out.

He let out a noise of surprise and then grinned “Yes ma'am. Ready?” You nodded and he pushed in, euphoria washing over you in waves as he bottomed out and stayed there a few moments before he pulled out and pushed in again.

You reached a hand up and let your fingernails scrape against his shoulder as he moved again, finding a steady pace. His right hand gripped your waist tightly and his left hand came to rest at the base of your neck, lightly gripping it. You arched your back and pushed your hips up into his, allowing him to go deeper for a moment. He then let out a choked noise.

“Do that again. Again.” He breathed out. You obliged and rolled your hips. The veins in his neck bulged as his head fell back and he gave your neck a squeeze.

“Good girl.” He whispered, looking back down at you and resuming his pushing.

Your legs began to ache and a bubbly warm sensation began to pool somewhere around your lower region. An orgasm that nearly made you pass out, roared through your body and blinded you as you arched your back and made you illicit a noise that was between a moan and a scream. Your vision went cloudy, your ears got foggy and your body was spent by the time it was over. He had his face resting in your neck, breathing heavily for a few minutes before he picked his head up to look at you, and smiled.

“Did you just fuck me on a coffee table in front of your neighbors.” You asked as he pulled out and pulled himself into a kneeling position.

He breathed out a laugh and then nodded “Yes I did. And now I’m going to walk you to your car because I’m a gentleman.”

You nodded and pulled yourself up, taking your underwear from him and collecting your clothing that had been scattered around. He kissed you again before you left his apartment and it was mostly silent as you made your way outside. You turned to him when you reached the parking space.

He leaned against the side of your car and smiled down at you “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Call you?” You questioned.

“Mhm.” He leaned all the way into your space “Or better yet. FaceTime. That’s more fun.”

[starboydjh]

happy offseason gang

[thornescratch]

The utter GLEE and willingness to choose violence that each of these men exhibits as soon as they pick up a tortilla, this team building exercise game was perfect, ten out of ten, no notes.

[puckpocketed]

12/10/2024 - NJD @ WSH

[celbrini]

[PLD] after the game against the blue canucks 08.01.2025

[psyduc]

two beautiful bitchy girlfriends not pleased about that icing call <3