#cbjs very own puppy
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My team throwing some shade at LeBrun makes me giddy!
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Puppy Love - PL Dubois
Warning: language, nsfw content
Word count:1,150
wrote a little something for my favorite puppy.
“BABIES!” You hear Luc’s voice booming out of your phone’s speaker but cannot see over the two wiggly butts in front of you. “Let Mommy put the phone down.” He laughs. You lean the phone on the base of flowers Luc sent the day he left. Sitting on the floor you pull both Philly and Georgia into your lap. “There’s my girl!”
“Hey Baby.” You smile taking in his soft appearance laying on the hotel bed with his hoodie up over his hair. “How was practice?”
“You know, practice. I don’t wanna talk about me. How are you doing? The dogs? Columbus?” He shifts to place the phone on a pillow next to him.
“We all miss you. Don’t we miss Daddy?” You look down at the dogs and then back at Luc. “Philly sits at the door about the same time everyday waiting for you to come home from practice. G sits right with him not knowing what she’s exactly doing but does it anyway. It’s cute. We’ve also barked at every bird and squirrel in the arena district.” This makes Luc laugh.
“So you guys are getting out and walking? They are doing okay for you? Team taking care of you, yes?” A touch of concern crosses his face.
“Yeah, someone recognized the dogs yesterday. Said they wondered what you were doing with them while in the bubble. I laughed uncomfortably as always and moved along.” You pat Phillip’s head and he settles in your lap. Georgia long gone off to find her favorite toy.
“I guess the whole not being on my social media thing had people wondering why I brought them back with me.” Luc’s hand rubs over his face. “You know you can post them and tag me. I don’t care.”
“I know.” You whisper. “So tell me about the bubble? Food? Fun?” Changing subjects is noticed.
“They are treating us well. We get to have a day off tomorrow and I cannot decide if I want to go to the stadium to pick around a ball or go swimming.”
“I assume whatever Tex decides, huh?” Laughing knowing it’s exactly how your man will select his activity.
“I’m sure. May catch a game too.” Luc rolls into his stomach so his chin is pressed into the bed. “I miss you.”
“You’ve been gone less than a week Luc.” You roll your eyes. “Roadies have been longer.”
“It’s the KNOWING that I cannot just come home and see you is absolutely killing me.” He closes his eyes and when he opens them there is an intensity to them you know all too well.
“Well it’s at the most 5 weeks. I’m sure you can handle no sex for 5 weeks.” You call him out and he moves his face into the bed then back at you.
“I know. I just...” Luc licks his lips.
“Don’t you start.” You point your finger at him though the screen.
“Come one, Baby.” His eyebrows wiggle. “Give the kids a bone and go into our bedroom.” His velvet voice smooth and hard to resist.
“I’ll call you back in 5 minutes.” You hung up hearing the distinct sound of accomplishment leaving Luc’s lips as you pressed end. You get the dogs in their space with bones then head back to your bedroom. Slowly sitting on the bed and FaceTime Luc again.
“That was fast!” His face close to the phone then he places it down and you take in his appearance.
“Where the fuck did your clothes go Luc?” In the short time he had stripped down to nothing and placed the phone close enough that he could see you but far enough that you could see all of him.
“Why aren’t you undressed? How are we having virtual sex with your clothes ON?” Luc laughs. “I forgot what you look like without my sweatshirt on... so...” his fingers swirl at the phone. You huff out in a pretend annoyance. You pull off his sweatshirt revealing your naked chest. “No bra! Well fuck.” Luc’s hand moves down his body.
“What do you want me to do now?” You pull your lip into your teeth and bat your eyes.
“Well you can see all of me and I can see half of you. Maybe, lose the shorts too? Please.” He adjusts his body so he’s propping his head on his hand. You pull off your shorts and panties to reveal your whole self to him.
“Can you see everything?” You try to lean forward to look at yourself in the small window then decide that’s a bad idea.
“Oh yes. That’s what I’ve been missing. Now, tell me how wet you are baby.” Luc coos. You dip your finger down into your folds and rub from your clit to your opening.
“Wet.” Your voice is low as you feel yourself and stare at the screen.
“Fuck that’s hot. I wish that was my hand.” He groans.
“Me too. Now spit on your hand and run your hand down your length.” You demand in a surge of confidence from how turned on he was making you over a screen. Luc follows your directions and moans in response to his actions.
“Flick at your clit like I would then dip in (y/n). Let me hear you.” You didn’t realize you were silent until he mentioned it. The size difference between your fingers and his was noticeable as your try to hit the spot he always does. Your frustration in missing that feeling noticed. “I know, I would get you good if I was there. You gotta make yourself cum for me. Can you do that?” He grunts while encouraging you. A nod was all you could muster while you pump in an out. Luc watching your fingers disappear.
“Luc.” You moan finally feeling your orgasm build.
“Come on babe. Come on. Together. I’m there. Can you!” His hand feverishly pumping his length and see his abs tense knowing his close.
“Yes.” You place your thumb on your clit while curling you fingers into yourself. Luc swearing in French keeping his eyes glued to the screen. You pull your leg up and feel the climax of your actions. Luc coming right along with you making his abs glisten. You both breathing heavy and then you giggle taking in the sight of your boyfriend.
“Why are you laughing?” He pants out.
“You are a ridiculous mess!” You laugh harder rolling over so your face is closer to the phone.
“Well I didn’t really think it through. I need to shower anyway.” He winces.
“Do I get to watch that too?” This time you lick your lips.
“Shower curtain.” Luc laughs.
“Well damn.” You snap your fingers.
“We will be doing this again! And roadies just got a whole lot less lonely.” Luc smirks at you.
“Oh yeah?” You raise your eyebrow at him.
“Fuck yeah!” you both laugh.
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Dear Pierre Luc Dubois,
The season starts in....
Days! I’m getting anxious. Could you sign your contract already!
#dear pld#pierre luc dubois#cbjs very own puppy#i’m counting down to the start of nhl hockey#sign your damn contract#please please with sugar on top
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Dear Pierre-Luc Dubois,
The season starts in...
Days. Can we sign already?
#dear PLD#pierre luc dubois#i’m impatient#sign your damn contract#I’m counting down to the start of NHL hockey#cbjs very own puppy
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Sitting here waiting for Luc to sign his contract...that is all...
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Dear Pierre Luc Dubois,
The season starts in...
Days. I would LOVE if you signed your contract as a Christmas present! I’m not nervous or anything.
#dear pld#cbjs very own puppy#pierre luc dubois#sign your damn contract#please please with sugar on top#you may in fact be killing me
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When I say Luc is Tort’s favorite this is an example:
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Not many can give it right back to him like this.
Also, the bench not even reacting is hilarious.
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Dear Pierre-Luc Dubois,
In case you didn’t know TRAINING CAMP starts in
And the season starts in 15...for the love of the 5th line...PLEASE STOP WAITING FOR MAT and sign your damn contract already? We remember that Torts is your coach? Yes?
#dear pld#countdown to the nhl season#training camp#cbjs very own puppy#sign your damn contract pl and mat!#Torts hates when you are late
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can i request 18 &/or 20 w/duber
18. “Stop taking stupid penalties! I can’t believe you.” [Coach, frustrated:] “Listen to her!”
The game was intense. You could see Luc losing his temper with every shove from the Bruins. Sitting in the Lexus Lounge with the other wags you stopped listening to their conversation and focused on the ice. Your boyfriend was already in the penalty box once for high sticking call which came out of frustration. Then the whistle blows again.
Number 18. Slashing. Two minutes. You see Luc from across the ice skating towards the box. Cussing in both English and French and buffing out his chest. He slams himself down on the bench in the box and throws his stick. You can see the steam rolling off of him 5 rows up.
The play dies and they take a commercial break. You take this opportunity to wiggle your way to the edge of the box. Luckily the man sitting there recognizes you as PLD’s girlfriend and slides over. You wave. He doesn’t even look up.
“Damnit Luc!” You shout and beat on the glass. He finally looks over. That fire in his eyes like he’s going to kill someone burrowing into your’s.
“What?” He mouths.
“Stop taking stupid penalties! I can’t believe you.” You shout even though you know he can hear you. “Your team needs you to play smarter!” You point over to the bench and Torts is leaning over the boards.
“Listen to her!” Tort’s voice is loud and frustrated.
Luc nods his head and looks back at you.
“Smarter Baby! Smarter gets you the W.” You hold up 3 fingers to make a w and press it against the glass. Luc slips off his glove holds up 3 fingers and then kisses them before slipping his glove back on.
You return to your seat and Luc sits out the remaining two minutes. As he stands to get ready to jump back on the ice he looks back at you. You hold up your 3 fingers again and he nods. Luc rushs the ice and shouts for the puck immediately. He shoots and scores. The crowd erupts as his goal ties the Bruins.
Valerie Savard leans forward, “You better watch it (y/n). Torts might hire you to tame PL!” She pats your back but your attention is on Luc who has now skated mid ice with his eyes on you. They are soft but still wild. You hold up your fingers again and kiss them as he did.
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Dear Homage,
I’m gonna need one of those shirts!
Thanks,
K
#love my cbj boys#cbj bubble content#pld#cbjs very own puppy#eric robinson#not so dumb hockey boy#source: cbj twitter
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5 w pld!!
5. “I play hockey, too… just a lot better than you.”
You knew your boyfriend was off today and that meant he would be arriving in your classroom momentarily with lunch. He always arrived early so he could distract the class you had prior to your lunch period. Sure enough you see his scruffy cheek in the small window and you go to open the door.
“Hey teach.” He smiles a sinister smile. “What are we learning today?”
“Class, who can tell Mr. Dubois here what we are learning today?” You look at your class of eighth grade science students and see they are fully fixated on your giant hockey boyfriend and not a single word that has come out of your mouth. Thankfully one hand pops up.
“Genetics specifically Punnet squares, heterozygous and homozygous pairs.” You smiles because you see Luc’s mouth drop open.
“Exactly!” Go ahead and work in your table group on those before the bell rings.
“Did she really say homosexual in class?” Luc whispers and you bite the inside of your cheek to try and keep your composure.
“No, Honey. Homozygous meaning same...” He drops the food on your desk and rubs the back of his head.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go join a group and learn something.” He makes his way to a table and sits down. You make your rounds to each group when you hear Luc’s laugh from behind you.
“Babe, come get this kid please!” He has his chair tipped and his face covered laughing.
“I’m sorry, what?” You look at the group and zero in on the new boy who plays hockey.
“He’s killing me over here. All I’m trying to do is learn which letter goes in which box.” You eye Luc’s red face and back to your student who looks like he might explode.
“Care to explain?” You gesture.
“I told him I didn’t see him lasting long in the NHL and I am not sure how he skipped the AHL.” Your student huffs out and Luc laughs harder.
“See.” He looks up at you. “I mean at least he knows I play hockey and what the AHL is.” You roll your eyes.
“How about we all get back to work and Mr. Dubois, maybe you should head to another table?”
You turn to leave and hear mumbles from the table as Luc stands. You then hear your student, “I play hockey, too… just a lot better than you.”
“Luc, don’t!” You point at him and snap your fingers and point to your desk.
“You are lucky kid.” He whispers as he heads back over to your desk. Luc sits down and grabs a new worksheet from the pile. You make your way over to him as he’s working on the assignment and talking to himself.
“You okay Luc?” You whisper looking over his chicken scratch.
“Yeah, not sure how I get in the penalty box off the ice but here I am.” He gestures and you laugh as the bell rings.
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Oops, I meant 12 with PLD! My bad
12. “Let’s drop gloves and hold hands.”
It’s family skate and Luc convinced you to come even though you two just started dating and you weren’t even sure if you were exclusive. You were shocked when he asked you and this brought up the conversation.
“You really think if we were just something casual I’d be asking you to a work thing? Come on (y/n)! You really think you aren’t the only one?” His sly smile grabs your attention as you attempt not to look at him.
“I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it. And I’d rather not think about who else you could he sleeping with.” You look up and he has this dumb puppy dog look on his face.
“(Y/n), you think I’m smart enough to have not one but two relationships and keep them a secret. Well you are giving me too much credit because I can hardly keep up with just you.” He crowds your space and moves your chin so you look at him. “It’s only you and my teammates are dying to meet the girl I won’t shut up about.” This makes your face flash red and butterflies erupt in your stomach. “So, family skate?” He grabs your skates from behind you and you head to the arena.
So many introductions off the ice and then Luc leads you into the ice. You are in shock how graceful he is on the ice. His goofy dances and the way he runs into things at your apartment are more what you expect from a man his size. He had his giant hockey gloves in and your hand feels even smaller inside one.
Skating around you meet more of the team and staff and are thankful you don’t fall on your ass with each introduction then someone comes zipping past hour and circles you and Luc. He mumbles something in French and the man stops.
“Wanna drop gloves then?” The man flicks his wrists and drops his gloves to the ice.
You look at Luc who has let go of you and has this almost serious look on his face. “Let’s drop gloves and hold hands.” He drops his gloves and grabs the man’s hands. The two spin around until they hear Torts shouting from across the ice with his wife.
“(Y/N), I’d like you to meet Tex. Well Alexandre. He’s French too. Actually from France.” Luc dips down to pick up his gloves.
“Hi, sorry. Just playing around with PL there. Nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand and picks up his gloves then the two exchange a few comments in French again. Tex nods and skates off.
“That was...odd.” You look up and Luc and he’s smiling.
“Yeah, that’s kinda us though. We are on odd family around here.”
“Oh yeah.” You look around and take in the people skating and it really did seem like they all meshed together.
“Yeah, welcome to the family (y/n).” He kisses the top of your head and you feel the butterflies again.
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is there a link for where the gifs came from of luc + his sugar
I cannot find the actual one but here:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GtQa2Lkk8Bg
youtube
He giggles a lot. Talks about his momma a lot. Mentioned his large fingers. You are welcome!
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So I’m new to the PLD train. Could you tell me about him?
Well, I’m not exactly on it but love him as a CBJ boy so here ya go:
*French-Canadian
*Dad is a hockey coach
*momma’s boy
*6’3”
*22
*broad shoulders
*his laugh is contagious
*dog dad to Phil and Georgia
*Athletic did a tattoo piece he is in
*never played in the AHL (very unlike CBJ)
*contract up and looking to sign an extension
*ridiculously sweet to fans especially kids
*Not always the big personality people think he is
*lived with the Savard fam his first season
*babysat their (then) 2 kids
*would let them paint his nails
*still goes over for family dinners
*him and Tex have a French bound
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pld feels like the guy u have feelings for & he has feelings for u but neither of u know. ur friends w/someone on the team & they tease u constantly & u dont know but the boys chirp him endlessly too. one day u end up at his place crying bc its late & ur tired but ur roommates bf is sleeping over & hes snoring so loud. u just want sleep & ur like can i sleep on ur couch. hed hug u until u calmed down, let u take his bed. hed sleep on the couch but u both end up cuddling/sleeping on the couch.
Such a mood! I love it.
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Dear Pierre-Luc Dubois,
There are...
Days until the season starts. Your fan base (read me) would appreciate a nice signed contract before the training camp starts. We know how Torts is, this will not go over well.
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