#brandt clarke x reader

[uluvjay]

How I think NHL players would kiss you..

| JAMIE DRYSDALE | Jamie’s kisses are so soft and intimate, he goes for more of a quick peck in public but don’t doubt him once it’s just you two. He’s got a hand tangled in your hair while the other rests on your waist and he kisses you breathless, there’s nothing he loves more than feeling your body Pressed against his.

| COLE CAUFIELD |. So intimate, early morning kisses are his absolute favorite. There’s nothing he loves more than starting his day off with a soft make out sesh in bed. His hands are either resting on your waist or hips as he kisses you, sometimes even running under your shirt to rub slow circles on your back. A big cheek kiss guy especially when he knows cameras are around, he loves loving on you but it’s something he does his best to keep between you two.

| MASON MCTAVISH | he’s a slut for you, there’s no other way to put it. He loves to kiss you, love on you, touch you, feel you. He’ll keep a hand on the back of your head while the other holds your waist as he devours your lips. he loves feeling your fingers tangle in his curls, or grip his shoulders when he kisses you so good that your knees begin to buckle.

| BRANDT CLARKE |. Sweetest kisses, he loves kissing your cheeks, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth until you drag his lips to yours. He pulls you flush against him as he kisses you slow and gentle, sometimes he’s a little cheeky and nips at your bottom lip. His hands wander, sometimes they rest on your ass, other times your waist, or your cheeks. Don’t let him get tipsy because the second he does he’s begging for kisses, doesn’t care who’s around as long as he gets to feel your lips against his.

| KIRBY DACH |. Forehead kisses galore, it’s one of his favorite spots to kiss but don’t get it twisted he’s obsessed with your lips. He loves holding you close by your waist as he kisses you with PURE LOVE. One of his favorite ways to kiss you though is when you’re sat comfortably in his lap and he gets to run his hands all around your body; thighs, hips, neck, and a nice grip on your hair when things get heated. He’s a sucker for jaw kisses and it’s one of the quickest ways to get him to melt, one kiss and its game over, his large hands are scooping you up and carrying you to bed in SECONDS.

| MACKIE SAMOSKEVICH | He loves kissing you, he would do it all day if he could. His hands always find themselves on your ass anytime he’s kissing you, sometimes even slips them in your back pockets if it’s a family setting and he doesn’t wanna get caught. He loves when you sit on his lap because it allows him to kiss you all he wants and tease you by nipping at your sweet spot until he has you begging for more. He’s a goner when your nails scratch at his scalp or run through his hair when you’re kissing.

| ADAM FANTILLI |. His kisses are so gentle but intimate, he loves loving on you and he’s not afraid to show it. His hands are always either on your waist or hips, especially when he’s kissing you. He def chases your lips and pulls you back in for another kiss when you pull away first, he’s not done until you both are in desperate need for oxygen.

| LUKE HUGHES | Luke keeps your lip locking behind closed doors, if it’s just you two he’s cradling your cheek as he kisses you sweetly, so soft that he has butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Now if it’s in front of friends and family he’s going for hand and forehead kisses, the kind of kisses that show you he loves you he just likes keeping his strong affection for just you two.

| COLE SILLINGER | Hot but gentle, he’ll tease you slightly before finally kissing you. His hands rest on the booty or waist at all times and this man turns into putty when your hands tangle in his hair. He loves nipping at your bottom lip and you quite literally have to be on the verge of passing out from the lack of air before he willing pulls away. He loves cooking dinner together because it always ends up with you planted on the counter while he stands between your legs and makes out with you softly, it’s his favorite pass time till dinner is done.

| JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY | this man is obsessed with every single inch of you, his hands don’t leave your ass when he’s kissing you unless it’s a public setting but even then they’re teetering on the edge of touching it. He loves the feeling of your lips against his especially when things get heated, he’ll even sometimes slip a hand to the base of your throat squeezing just enough to make a moan emerge from you as a shit eating smirk fills his face. He’s down so bad for you but he doesn’t give a damn, he’d worship you on his knees for you if you asked because he’s what you deserve.

| MATT REMPE |. He kisses so intense and intimate, he looooovs holding your face and tracing a thumb over your cheekbone as he kisses you. If his hands aren’t cupping your cheeks then they’re running along your body, they make stops at your hips, and bum with gentle gropes before continuing on their journey. He loves hard and he has no issue with showing you just how much he loves you. He loves when you clean him up after a fight and place little kisses along his cuts and scabs before patching him up. He always finds himself placing a soft kiss to your forehead after you’ve fallen asleep, he’s not sure if you ever feel it but he always makes sure to do it.

[turcott3]

be my baby

brandt clarke x fem! reader

warnings?: kissing, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, flufffffff

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“mmm” you groaned as you were awakened by the sensation of your boyfriends lips latched on you neck, his hands placed around your waist, you hands finding their way to his torso.

“good morning.” he says quietly, pressing smooth kisses to your jawline as you smiled, eyes lightly shut, content with your boyfriends affection.

“morning.” you sigh, opening your eyes, taking his cheeks into your hands and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“you look so beautiful right now.” he smiles, brushing the hair out of your face.

“right now?” you reply, cocking an eyebrow.

“i mean, you look perfect all the time, i just wan-“

“brandt i was kidding, thank you m’love.” you mumble against his cheek, his hands wandering closer to your bum.

“always.” he replies confidently, running a soft thumb over your cheek bone, bringing your lips back to his lovingly. you felt a certain electricity in this kiss that told you this was gonna go all the way. your heart thumping in your chest.

he helped you tug your shirt off over your head, hardly connecting your lips, his hands cupping gently around your exposed breasts, giving them a slight squeeze, rolling over so he’s leaned over you in nothing but boxers, what he slept in.

“can’t wait to love on my girl.” he mumbles, kissing your jawline, running his hands down your waist.

“can’t wait to show her how beautiful she is, and how much i love her, and how good she is for me.”

“brandt please.” you whine, growing wetter by the moment, trying to nicely get him to shut up and fuck you. he chuckles as he runs two fingers over the fabric of your underwear, pushing it to the side.

“patience baby, promise we’ll get there.” he giggles.

“you’re taking forever, less talking, more fucking. and kiss me please, i miss your lips.” you frown as he smiles, bringing his lips back to yours with no hesitation, sliding himself inside you simultaneously, your moan muffled by his lips. you could feel the smile on his cheeks as he thrusted deeply and slowly, feeling every inch of his thick cock pumping in and out of you. you gripped onto his back as he picked up his pace a little bit, his lips latching back onto your neck just like they were when he woke you up, nipping lightly in the skin as your fingers tangled in his soft, ginger, locks .

“so fucking good baby, so good for me.” he mutters, locking eyes with you as he snapped his hips into yours, a moan quickly turning to a yelp.

“oh my god brandt.” you groan as he speeds up, your walls tightening slowly around him as he hounded your pussy, pumping as deep as he could get, leaving room for absolutely nothing else.

you locked eyes with him, your heart growing more and more as you saw nothing but love in his eyes. you could feel how pure his love for you was simply in the way he held you as he made love to you. he held you like you were a delicate piece of art work, he would never dare to hurt you. he wouldn’t dream of it.

you were obsessed with the way his cock fit inside you, the way his lips fit onto yours like a perfect match, the way his grip on you was so protective, and loving. you were obsessed with him, and he pushed you to your limit, quicker than you ever could with any other man.

“you’re getting so tight, fuck, cum for me baby. i’m getting so fucking close.” he grunts as your nails dig harshly into his skin.

“fuck.” you whine as you’re pushed over the edge, spilling over into your climax as his cock twitches, filling you to the brim with his own, the milky substance dripping from you as he pulled out breathlessly.

“made such a mess.” you tease as he runs his tip through it.

“i did.” he smirks, you reaching down to pump his, still hard, cock.

“again?” he asks and you nod, him instantly diving back into you.

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“whatcha making?” you ask, drying your hair with a towel as you walk into the kitchen after a quick shower to recover from the multiple fuckings you’d just received.

“well, i’m making waffles, but im trying this new batter i saw.” he says, nodding to a box on the counter.

“you saw where? brandt we never go grocery shopping.” you laugh.

“instacart exists y/n. we are adults okay.” he scoffs, sliding you the box.

“protein waffles?”

“yeah, i figure it would be good since we just worked out intensely for like two hours.” he says in that voice you always adore.

“yeah i guess you’re right. you know, you’re really getting me in shape.”

“guess we should keep it up huh?” he says with a cheesy grin, turning his head to face you and you giggle, latching onto his arm, watching him open the waffle iron.

“yeah we should, maybe even more.” he say raising your eyebrows.

“and i thought i was the dirty one.” he scoffs, making you a plate and handing it to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as you made your way to the couch.

“enjoy my love, i hope they’re good.” he says as you walk off.

“baby, anything you cook and put effort into is good.” you reply, taking a bite.

“really? i really don’t feel like im a good cook. i don’t know maybe i just didn’t pay attention in the kitchen that much when i was growing up. my mom loves cooking, im really surprised she didn’t teach me at least the….” he continues, but you’ve tuned his voice out, watching your boyfriend talk was one of your favorite things, god he yapped, but you adored him the most for it.

you watched as he continued talking about cooking, making each waffle carefully, his tongue occasionally poking out of the corner of his mouth during pauses between sentences, zoning out on his gorgeous jawline and perfect side profile.

“y/n? y/n.” he finally says, snapping you back into reality.

“what? huh? sorry.” you reply, him giggling at the bright shade of red your face turned when he caught you admiring him.

you’d never adored a guy so much. his cheesy giggle, his ginger hair, his bright smile and most importantly the way he treated you, it was pure perfection.

he was the one lover any girl would dream of, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him again, as soon as you could.

[asunsetgrace16]

✧ 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦⎥𝗕𝗖92

Pairing: Brandt Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: It is a good thing that Canadians find California warm enough for shorts and swimsuits for the majority of the year because Brandt likes nothing better than to come home to find you in a bikini top and cutoff shorts.

Warnings: none. Just a flirty, hopelessly in love Brandt Clarke

Notes: Headcanon: "thanks the L.A. weather for getting to see you in bikini tops and shorts for most of the year"

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70 degrees and sunny in the middle of March. A far cry from growing up in Northern Ontario. Y/N and Ines Kopitar, who has taken Y/N under her wing as Brandt gets more and more games with the Kings, are lounging by the pool at Ines’ house. 

“God, I can’t believe it is this nice out. I keep expecting a blizzard any time. I can definitely get used to this.” Y/N says, eyes shaded by sunglasses.

“Yeah, I’d imagine Northern Ontario is much colder this time of year.” Ines replies, a smile gracing her face. 

“But I am not one to complain.” They clink their glasses of margarita, share a laugh, and the conversation flows on. Before long, however, Y/N gets a text from Brandt, saying that they are on their way back from practice.

“The boys are on their way back.” She announces. Ines checks her watch.

“It is that time. You two will stay for supper?” She asks. They gather their towels and books, making their way inside.

“Of course. What were you planning?”

“I was thinking fish tacos, something light. The boys can snack on something before if they need.”

“I can make a dip, if you like. They can bend the nutrition plan rules a little.” Y/N offers, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as they step inside.

“That would be great, actually. I’ve got the recipe down pat, so I can get it going fast. We should be ready to eat an hour after the boys get back.” Ines directs Y/N to the fridge, and they start gathering all the ingredients and supplies to make dinner. Y/N pulls out a saucepan and tosses thinly sliced onions in with butter to caramelize. Ines pulls mangoes, red onion, jalapenos, cilantro, lime juice, and red pepper to make a salsa. While the onions cook down, Y/N blends an avocado, some jalapeno, and lime to make a sauce, before mixing together the base for the dip. The fish is battered and frying when the Anze calls out their arrival.

“In, we’re home. It smells fantastic in here.” He and Brandt stop short in the doorway. They wear identical looks on their faces, as both Y/N and Ines simply pulled on a pair of cutoff denim shorts after the afternoon in the sun, leaving their bikini tops on. He swings around to the stove and captures Ines for a kiss, “What creation are you making tonight?”

“Fish tacos and Y/N is making a dip.” Ines answers, flipping a piece of fish.

Brandt goes over to Y/N, mimicking Anze. He kisses her neck. With warm hands on her hips he says in his ever playful manner, “You look even better than the food does, baby. Is that french onion dip?”

Y/N laughs, her head is back resting on his shoulder and teases, “Yes it is. Not even five minutes and you are already thinking about food?”

“Hey, you can’t blame a guy, no one makes it better than you do.” Brandt swipes some of the dip, “Besides,” he whispers in Y/N’s ear, “It would be rude to leave early, as much as I want to.”

A shiver runs down her spine at the silent promise. She swats him with the towel draped over her shoulder and sets him and Anze to making the mango salsa for the tacos. Somewhere, Brandt procures a speaker and starts a random playlist playing. A playful energy fills the kitchen, and a towel war breaks out. The group eats standing around the kitchen island, the conversation never ceasing. As the saying goes, many hands make light work as the dishes are washed and put away, leftovers tucked safely in the fridge for tomorrow’s lunch. 

Anze lights a fire outside when the sun begins its descent. They move outside with hoodies on and quilts bundled in their arms. Almost as an afterthought, Anze sprints back inside and grabs marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers to make s’mores. Both Y/N and Ines crack a  yawn. The night is dark and a chill is settling in before Brandt and Y/N notice the time. 

“I guess it’s time to head out.” Brandt says, “Nice that we have an off-day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, it’s later than I thought. Thank you for dinner, as always. And the company. It was wonderful.” Y/N follows up, folding her borrowed blanket as she stands. Stretching, she yawns once again. 

“Oh any time. We like you guys. You restore some youthful energy.” Anze jokes.

“You’re not that old yet. You can still skate circles around half the league.” Brandt comments as they make their way inside. Goodbyes are said and Brandt’s hockey bag is loaded into the back of their vehicle. The late hour makes the drive home faster than usual. Y/N dozes off not long after buckling up. The moonlight streaming through the window throws shadows over her face, silvery highlights make her look so peaceful. It makes Brandt’s breath catch in his throat. He is so in love it hurts.

“C’mon sweetheart, we’re home.” Brandt murmurs, reaching over Y/N to unbuckle her seatbelt. She climbs out of the car and leans into him. The walk to their apartment is short.

“I think I could fall asleep standing up at this point,” She mumbles, face tucked into his shoulder as the door to their apartment is unlocked.

“Me too. I vote we get ready for bed as fast as we can, and then we can just fall into bed.”

Sounds like a plan.” They move quickly through their nighttime routines. Brushing teeth, washing faces, grabbing pajamas. He flicks off the big light and turns on the bedside lamps. Y/N tosses her hoodie out the open bathroom door and changes into more comfortable shorts. Denim is cute, but not all that comfortable to sleep in and certainly not her choice of sleepwear.

“Babe, can you come untie me? There’s a knot now and I can’t quite get it undone.” Y/N calls. He comes back into the bathroom and gets the knot out of her bikini top.

“You’ve got some tan lines, baby.” He kisses her shoulder.

“Hmmm. You can appreciate them tomorrow.”

[lukesvangelista]

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘ˡᵉ⁷⁷

in which luke witnesses your shot at the national championship.

warnings; none that i can think of (may upset some wisconsin fans, sorry if this is too soon)

If you could tell the hockey gods to go to hell at this moment, you would not hesitate.

March 24, 2024. Whittemore Center Arena, University of New Hampshire. The University of Wisconsin vs. The Ohio State University. 2 vs. 1. A little over eight minutes left in the game. The score? 0-0.

Despite outshooting Wisconsin throughout the entire game, you had not scored a single goal. You had had a few close chances, sliding in past Wisconsin’s defensemen a few times, but just couldn’t convert. At this point, you were thanking Raygan for her outstanding performance in goal. But most definitely not the hockey gods.

The voice of Coach Muzerall fluttered through your ears as she told you all to give it everything you got. You were sure Mark Johnson was giving the same speech to his girls at the opposing bench, but honestly, you were too nervous to care. Your eyes wandered around the arena in hopes of finding the only person who could offer any comfort at the moment — Luke.

Unfortunately, Luke had missed the past few games of the NCAA tournament — even your earlier Frozen Four game against Clarkson — because of his schedule with the Preds. Luckily for you, the team was rewarded with a complete off day after their win over Detroit last night. So Luke did the only he could think of. He bought a plane ticket to Durham as soon as he landed in Nashville, and ubered to the arena in order to see you play. You woke up to a text saying that he’d be there, and were beyond excited (and relieved).

As you skated onto the ice in preparation to resume the game, you were able to locate him about halfway up in the stands. He was on his feet, decked up in his scarlet and gray apparel, with a buckeye necklace hanging around his neck. In his hands was a sign that read ‘BUCKEYES > BUCKY’. A small smile crept its way onto your face, wondering where he would have even gotten the materials to make it, but you didn’t care. His support meant everything.

After moving your eyes off of Luke, you focused on Cayla Barnes, who was stationed off to the right of you. She gave you a quick nod, and you knew she meant business. Just as you focused your attention back on the ice, the puck had dropped, with the Badgers winning the draw.

You quickly moved into your own zone, parking yourself in front of the nearest Wisconsin player, which happened to be Britta Curl. The puck passed back and forth between a few of the players before Laila Edwards ended up taking a shot. Raygan managed to kick save it out of your zone as most of your teammates went to make a line change.

They weren’t quick enough, however. Wisconsin had managed to quickly pass the puck out of their zone to center ice, where Curl was waiting patiently with her stick. The puck fell into line perfectly as she entered your zone. You rushed back as fast as you could as you saw Raygan prepare for a wrist shot, and somehow managed to poke the puck away as you tangled up with her. This time, the puck landed right on Cayla’s stick.

Cayla quickly rushed up ice as you let out a small breath. You followed suit, backing her up in case a Wisconsin player managed to steal the puck back. It didn’t take long, however, for Cayla to find Hannah Bilka at center ice, with Joy Dunne on her tail.

You held your breath as the puck landed on Joy Dunne’s stick. If there was one person who wasn’t going to fail you, it was her. She was your team’s leading point scorer with 38 points on the year (23 of which were goals), the WCHA Rookie of the Year, and the NCAA Rookie of the Year. Almost immediately, she sent the puck flying right past McNaughton’s glove and into the goal.

Cheers erupted from the ice, bench, and stands as you were swallowed up into a team huddle by the glass. Joy excitedly made an “O-H” with her hands before embracing you all and making her way to the bench. You smiled softly and looked up at the clock — 7:13 left in the third. You skated off the ice and Stephanie Markowski took your place by center ice.

Locating Luke again, a bright smile was plastered wide across his face as he watched the replay. He had met Joy, who you embraced as a little sister, when he had come to campus to visit you earlier during the all star break. Needless to say, he was proud of her, as anyone should be. What you didn’t know, however, is just how proud he was of you. Your defensive poke-check set the scoring play into motion and here you were just over seven minutes away from winning the national championship.

Time couldn’t have passed more slowly for you as the clock wound down. Wisconsin had created many more scoring opportunities, but just couldn’t convert (you had to thank Raygan once again). You were back on the ice with two minutes to go, scrambling back into the defensive zone as the Badgers pulled McNaughton in order to gain an extra attacker. Your heart raced as you saw Casey O’Brien rush onto the ice, skating swiftly towards your goal.

You knew nothing good was going to happen if you couldn’t calm down. So, as the puck was passed to Ava Murphy, you took a deep breath and raced in front of her as she wound up for a slap shot. As she let go of the puck, you dove in front of it, the puck redirecting off of your ankle and into neutral territory.

Man, did that hurt like a motherfucker. The crowd simultaneously grimaced and cheered for you as you recollected yourself off of the ice. You swear you could hear Luke’s voice yelling your name out of the entire crowd, telling you to get up and kick ass.

The puck was quickly regathered by Caroline Harvey as she circled through neutral ice, waiting for her teammates to reenter the zone. Once completed, the puck was passed to Lacey Eden as Emma Peschel tried to poke it away, but in vain. Caroline passed it to Charla Edwards, who lined up to take a shot from the blue line. None of your teammates were guarding her, so you did what you had to do. You once again skated up and prepared your body to be hit with a hard piece of vulcanized rubber. When it did, you fell to the ground, but got right back up as cheers erupted once again.

“Let’s go, Y/N!” Quinn Kuntz yelled from the bench, and you struggled to skate, but the puck had bounced right back to Edwards. Instead of trying to move around you, she wound up for another slap shot, but that one didn’t get past you either. The puck once again hit your body as you blocked the shot, falling to the ice once again. Finally, Emma was able to clear the zone as the puck raced towards the other end of the ice.

At that moment, you used your stick to propel you towards the bench. You knew you weren’t seriously injured — you’d just have a few bad bruises here and there — but your body hurt like a bitch from taking all of those shots. You were greeted with pats on the back from all your teammates on the bench as Hannah jumped back on in your place. You smiled softly as a response, focusing on the jumbotron to see the time left in the game.

One minute. If you could hold off Wisconsin for one minute, you would be a national champion. You watched anxiously as your teammates tried to clear the zone towards the now empty net of Wisconsin, but to no avail. Finally, Joy had managed to send it down the length of the ice, which forced a quick line change. You hopped on the ice with around 30 seconds left and made your way into the defensive zone yet again.

Since McNaughton was pulled, the Badgers had an extra attacker, which made it harder to defend your goal than usual. You weren’t going to give up that easily, however. The puck was passed back in forth between the six Badgers on the ice, each one of them waiting for the perfect shot. The clock wound down as the puck finally landed on Sophie Hegleson’s stick.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could hear nothing as you once again forced yourself to skate in front of her, knowing that this goal would change the trajectory of the game. Your teammates were counting on you, so you were going to give it your all. You braced yourself for impact as the puck hit your back, your body sacrificing itself for the win exactly as the buzzer went off.

The game was over. You were officially a national champion. The sounds of your teammates yelling filled your ears as you let your body collapse to the ice, both in pain and in shock. You took your helmet off to gather yourself as a small smile made its way across your face. You had done it.

Emma skated over to you and pulled you up off of the ice, and you both rushed over to join the dog pile of your teammates on top of Raygan. Although you couldn’t see him, Luke was smiling down at you, a look of immense pride present on his face. He fumbled with the buckeye necklace hanging around his neck as he couldn’t contain his excitement, knowing that you were a national champion.

After you all had settled down and received your medals (but not before shaking hands and congratulating Wisconsin on their tremendous effort), you were allowed to bring family members and friends onto the ice to take pictures. As Luke made his way onto the ice, you excitedly skated over to him, and his arms were wide open to catch you. You smiled widely, your eyes shining brightly, “I did it, Luke. I really did it.”

He cupped your face with his hands, nodding his head in agreement, “You did it, my love. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

You smiled brightly up at him again, your eyes swelling with tears. Luke pulled you into another hug, gently kissing the top of your head, “Go celebrate with your teammates. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re done.” He reassured, giving you a soft smile as he wiped away some stray tears that had fallen with the pads of his thumbs. You nodded, skating over and joining Joy. When you were finally given the trophy after she did, you hoisted it high up into the air, ready to show it off to the entire world.

After all, it’s always been Ohio against the world.

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youruser: ohio against the world ❤️🩶

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ohiostatewhky: THAT’S OUR NATIONAL CHAMPION

lukevangelista: BUCK YEAH 🌰

lukevangelista: THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND

maxmccuee: gross

lukevangelista: my girlfriend just won a national championship, what did yours do?

maxmccuee: go fuck yourself evangelista

youruser: hey now let’s stop arguing (and max i’m the only one who gets to do that with my boyfriend ☺️)

luca.fantilli: OH MY GOD

user1: y/n’s iconic lmfao

user2: LUCA 😭😭

quinnkuntz: yeah, we did that

matthewknies: how are your shins

youruser: i’m not sure you wanna know

matthewknies: fair enough have a good day

colemcward: buckeyes > badgers

_alexturcotte: cole that’s not nice

colemcward: truth hurts buddy, but keep your head up! i’m sure it’ll get better soon 😚

joyv_dunne: HELL YEAH

emmapeschel: always been ohio against the world!!!

kentjohnson.13: check the record books

youruser: hey kj you might want to focus on your 24-50 record first!

kentjohnson.13: it’s actually 24-38-12, thank you very much

youruser: so we’re actually the only team bringing honor to cbus rn, but if you keep it up maybe you can too!!

lhughes_06: HOLY SHIT

adamfantilli: unfortunately can’t argue with that so pipe down kj

kentjohnson.13: okay i’m sorry

user3: pls y/n is so funny 💀

user4: SHE’S DATING LUKE?!

youruser: …surprise?

lukevangelista: something about our friendship being firm idrk

user5: i wanna be y/n when i grow up

ncaaicehockey: honestly same

user6: ncaa what are you doing here 💀

_connorbedard: congrats!!!

alex.vlasic: connor’s big social media debut folks! be nice to him he’s a little shy

adamfantilli: CONNOR CAME OUT OF HIDING

_willsmith2: DID SOMEONE SAY CONNOR BEDARD

youruser: okay let’s take bets, if connor sees his shadow (these comments) it’s six more weeks of his social media hiatus, but if he doesn’t then we’re all blessed by his presence

youruser: (thanks connor)

nickmoldenhaur: six more weeks of winter for sure 😔

user7: i didn’t realize how funny y/n actually is she’s hilarious

brandtclarke55: nah i’m hopeful for an early spring

_connorbedard: you guys are mean

brandtclarke55: …soooo does that count as an early spring or no?

a/n; hope you all enjoy!!! i had fun with this one (also not sure why two of my imagines have revolved around ohio state but this was convenient hahaha), thanks so much for reading!!

[viennafantasies]

𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

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The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

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[cuttergauthier]

Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

How to request

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT

New jersey Devils

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Cole McWard

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Auston Matthews

William Nylander

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Cutter Gauthier

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Will Vote

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Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

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Jay Keranen

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AU’s 

Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

[savoies]

4,000 miles to you - brandt clarke.

summary: brandt is playing in slovakia while you are trying to bear the idea that your boyfriend is 4,000 miles away.

word count: 1k

warnings: slight angst, maybe one bad word.

a/n: q (@three-headed-monster ) got me in my brandt feels and after watching way too many interviews here we are. based on this interview, hope you guys like this one! (not proofread)

Brandt Clarke was many things. He was talkative, humble, sometimes a literal child, but most importantly he was your boyfriend. (your boyfriend that was in another country for that matter)

The OHL season had been canceled so Brandt told you that he was looking for options. Options in other countries (far away from home) but you couldn’t hold that against him, I mean playing hockey was his dream and he was damn good at it. Finally, the day had come, the day that he would leave for god knows how long. Some countries had fell throw but there was one where he and Graeme (his brother) could play together at. You knew it wasn’t going to get better than that so on Christmas day you said your goodbyes promising to talk every day whenever he had time.

But of course, being a busy hockey player and dating a busy hockey player came with its setbacks. The first being the time difference between Ottawa and Slovakia. Five hours ahead. Both of you of course forgetting about it the first few months.

I.

You were at home and had an off day. School was hard and all you wanted to do was hear Brandt’s voice so you called him. Pressing the call button before even checking the time. After three rings your boyfriend picked up.

“Hello?”  Brandt said sleep evident in his voice.

“Hey bub, did I wake you up?” you spoke softly, you knew you had and now you felt bad but you hoped by some power in the universe that he was able to talk, or even though it sounded selfish that he was here, you in his arms as you told him about the day you had he reassured you that everything was ok. But unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen, instead, you had to tell him to call you whenever he could.

“Yeah, is everything ok, it’s pretty late here.” He asked with concern laced in his voice.

“I’m fine, it’s ok go to sleep, I love you,” you said as you sighed knowing this was how it was gonna be for the next few months.

“Love you too,” he said as he let out a yawn. At least you got to hear his voice for a few minutes you thought.

II.

The second being how every time you guys seemed to have some free time something would come up. Brandt had insisted on face timing you because apparently, he had learned how to cook, which of course he didn’t but he was trying.

He had propped the phone on a cup and had been showing you step by step on how to make his world-famous Brandt Clarke pasta. Which of course you paid attention to even though your boyfriend seemed to be failing miserably. 

“Graeme how much water am I supposed to add?” he spoke to his older brother as he walked into the kitchen and the younger Clarke brother observed his pasta water overspilling. 

“Hey Y/N,” Graeme said as he passed by you laughing at your boyfriend’s attempt to make pasta. “Also coach said we have practice in ten minutes.” He spoke to his younger brother.

Both of you frowning a bit that your time had come to an end. “Hey babe ill text you tonight, love you,” Brandt spoke up as he grabbed the phone.

“Love you too and when you come back home you have to make me this world-famous pasta.” You smiled softly trying to make the best out of the few minutes you did have together.

“Of course baby” He smiled as he hung up the phone and got ready for practice. “So how is she taking the whole long-distance?” Graeme spoke up behind his younger brother.

“What do you mean?” Clark questioned.

“Dude you’re 4,000 miles away and you think she’s ok.” He looked at him.

“Well we haven’t really talked about it I guess,” Brandt said both of them leaving for practice as he thought about it. I mean you guys were far apart but you never mentioned anything about breaking up before he left and you hadn’t mentioned anything now. But what he didn’t realize was that deep down this was breaking both of you down.

III.

Seeing your boyfriend over facetime was not the same as having him here next to you at all, I mean you couldn’t lay in his arms, hold his hand, or even kiss him. Now you didn’t want to be that clingy girlfriend but you missed his warm touch as he wrapped his arms around you before he had to leave for a game or the way he would place a soft kiss on your forehead before going to bed.

You tried really hard not to be emotional over him being away but after a few months it really got to you since when he was home you basically sent every single waking moment together (when he wasn't playing hockey) 

Brandt had been trying to reach you all day and after finally composing yourself you picked up his call. “Hey baby what have you been up to?” you smiled as his face appeared on the small screen. 

“Hey you, you ok?” He asked before taking you in. “Wait have you been crying?” He asked as he saw how puffy your eyes were and how you avoided his eye contact.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong Y/N look at me.” He spoke softly, it almost sounded like he was here comforting you after a long day.

“I’m fine I promise I just miss you,” you spoke up barely above a whisper.

“Aww, baby I miss you too.” Brandt saw how sad and miserable you were, he loved you but he didn’t want to be the cause of this.

“Graeme told me we should’ve talked look bubs if you can’t do this anymore I totally understand. I won’t be mad, I love you too much.”

“Excuse me Brandt Clarke what did you just tell me.” You said sitting down. “One we needed to talk and we didn’t but that’s way past due and two you can not get rid of me that easily.” He smiled at you as he saw a small smile on your face. 

“You know something, I love you,” he told you.

“I love you too and we will make this work.” You said as you guys continued to treasure the moments like these that you two had until he came home.

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[honey-bee-holly]

Literally squealed Tiku, I love it thank you. Oh my god. Please tell me you’re not leaving it there. What the history between them? Do they get her out ok?

If you do the Drabble day could you do that mission impossible idea we talked about, the one with undercover Clint Barton and Clark Kent 🤩

“Without a Hitch”

Drabble Day

*****

William Brandt, aka Clint Barton. 

Of course he knew how insane Hunt was, he looked to his right, Steve’s friend had decided to tag along. He was using the alias August Walker. 

Why the man thought he could get away as someone other than being the beacon of America’s shining hope and future. He couldn’t help but snort, catching Hunt and ‘Walker’s’ attention. Walker smirked at him.

“What is it?” Ethan asked looking between the two.

“Guy fucks with my nerves, did we have to bring him?”

“You love me,” Walker winked at him, blowing him a kiss.

Ethan sighed, “if we are going to get her back, yes we need him.”

Clint swallowed his retort, her…. you. 

You had met him as Clint, Ethan met him as William. 

Things were complicated.

“Almost there guys!” Benji called out over his shoulder.

What had you gotten into? Ethan had called him in, you were being held, and he was certain you were being scapegoated. There was no way you could ever betray Tony, Bruce, the Government.

Clark was more than bored, this was a good way to pass the time. Steve had told him what the mission was. Extract the target. Clint was more than emotionally invested in this, Steve wanted to make sure he came back safe and sound.

Clark smirked, he enjoyed the repertoire between himself and the archer, it only agitated him further it seemed that Clark had agreed no undue heroics. He needed to make sure everything went off without a hitch. 

Clint had made it clear. You needed to be saved, not him, not Hunt. You.

Love did things to a man. 

Clark looked over at the two men that were suited up, both men had that look. 

Fear.

Fear of losing the one you loved. She had already been taken. Snatched up on the street while shopping. Clark had read it, the files. Clint had made sure he was briefed.

Clark didn’t understand the history you three shared, or how you had come to work at the tower, but he understood love. He understood when the one you love was in danger… you do anything to get them back.

He was there to make sure everything went off without a hitch. 

*****

A/N: Hope this works for ya @honey-bee-holly thank you for sending in this idea!!!

[uluvjay]

Early mornings- B. Clarke

Brandt Clarke x fem! Reader

Spending the night at your boyfriends leads to some early morning lovin’

Warnings?; SMUT, protected sex, p in v, fingering (f receiving), cursing, teasing, kissing, talks of scratches, mentions of fighting, multiple orgasms, prob some errors.

You groaned as you rolled over in bed, attempting to escape the blinding sunlight that peaked through the curtains of the bedroom windows.

It took you a second to realize your boyfriend’s warm body was missing and that his spot was slightly cold, sitting up you rubbed your eyes looking around the room.

His bathroom and closet doors were both wide open showing you he wasn’t in either but the mouthwatering scent of breakfast hitting your nose gave you a good hint of where he could be.

Standing up from his soft bed you adjusted his oversized shirt before following the smell of food, “B!?” You called out for the light ginger.

“Kitchen!” His soft voice floated back towards you, the slight raspiness from the early hours causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

You stopped in your tracks at the sight of him, his sweatpants hung low on his waist while his beater was rolled up a lightly at the bottom showing off his v-line.

His cut up Hand gripped the pans handle strongly, his fresh cuts from last nights fight already beginning to scab over.

“Everything okay?” He soft voice brought you from your thoughts.

You blushed at the fact he’d caught you openly checking him out, you nodded shyly before shuffling towards him.

Tucking yourself into his side, his strong arm came to wrap itself around your shoulder as he placed a kiss to your head.

“Sleep good?” He teased knowing that he’d found you sound asleep when he came back to clean you up after your very hot and busy night.

“Yeah, put me right to sleep.” You teased back.

“Mmm, good that means I took care of you how you deserve.” He smirked his hand moving to pat your bum softly.

You blushed even more at his words, “what did you make?” You asked changing the topic.

“The pancakes are just about done and there’s some bacon and fruit on the counter.” He nodded towards the other side of the large kitchen.

“Sounds delicious.” You smiled as you patted your stomach feeling it growl.

“Go grab a plate I’ll make it up for you.” He spoke softly.

“You don’t have t-“

“Well I want to, so please grab yourself a plate.” He looked at you and by the look in his eyes you knew there was no reason to try and fight it.

You moved from his warm embrace to grab the glass plate and handed it to him. He added two fresh pancakes before a scoop of fruit and some bacon and sat it at the table for you.

You sat down and began to eat your food as you observed him moving around the kitchen, the sight of red marks that you hadn’t noticed before causing you to choke on your watermelon.

“Are you okay?!” He spun to face you, running to your side.

“Mhm.” You nodded while you coughed up the piece of fruit.

“Y-your back.” You spoke when you were finally able to.

“What about it?”

“It’s all scratched up.” You blushed profusely.

“Oh yeah, it’s not biggie.” He shrugged.

“Won’t the guys tease you for it?” You asked.

“Probably but I don’t care.” He winked as he sat next to you at the table, his own plate much fuller than yours thanks to his diet.

You just shook your head in response, dropping your head to hide your heated cheeks as you changed the topic to his upcoming road trip and how he was feeling.

Once you were both finished you gathered the plates and took them to the sink, collecting the rest of the dishes from the morning you began to wash them as Brandt put the left overs away.

You jumped in surprise when you felt arms circle your waist, his comforting scent filling your senses as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

“Did I ever mention how good you look in my clothes?”

“You may have mentioned it a few times.” You giggled feeling his lips begin to leave feather light kisses on your neck.

“Mm, well you look gorgeous with my name on your back.” He groaned, his kisses becoming slightly stronger as his teeth joined the mix leaving small nips against your skin.

You sucked in a breath when you felt him suck on your sweet spot, bolts of electricity flowing through your body and right to your core.

“Brandt.” You whimpered softly at the feeling of his large hands trailing beneath your shirt, his nails lightly scratching against your stomach causing butterflies.

The sponge in your hand was long forgotten as he ran two fingers over the waistband of your panties, his thick fingers wasting no time before dipping into the cotton.

A groan escaped the man behind you as he met your warm and wet core, your pussy already drenched just from the smallest touch from him.

“So wet for me pretty girl.” He smirked against your ear, his lips leaving a teasing kiss right below it.

Your head dropped back against his shoulder as he began to move his fingers against your clit, they worked slowly and calculated pulling moan after moan from you as he worked you up.

“Oh god.” You cried as he slipped a finger inside your cunt.

Your fingers gripped hard at the metal in front of you as your high was quickly approaching, Brandt could feel your cunt tighten around his fingers.

His voice soft as he guided you towards your orgasm, “go on baby, come for me.”

He inserted a third finger right as the band in your stomach snapped, you cried out his name as pure ecstasy spread throughout your body.

Your knees buckled for a second until you were spun around and lifted from the ground, not having a chance to think before Brandt’s lips were pressed against yours in a heavy kiss.

Your were consumed by him, everything about him. His touch, the way his body fit perfectly against yours and how good his lips felt pressed against your own.

“Need you.” He whimpered desperately as he pulled back for air.

“Bed.”

That was all he needed to finally shut off the running water behind you and stalk off towards his bedroom, throwing you down on his plush bed he quickly discarded his clothes before doing the same to you.

He crawled over your body, reaching into his bedside table for a condom before slipping the latex over his cock.

“Ready?” He asked softly.

“Mhm” you nodded, legs spread wide for him as he wrapped them around his waist.

Twin moans escaped the both of you as he slid in slowly, his eyes watching as you took him inch by inch.

“Taking me so well baby.” He grunted , doing his best to stay still and allow you to adjust.

Feeling the buck of your hips he knew you were ready and he didn’t waste anymore time before pulling back and snapping his hips against yours.

His thrusts were the perfect mixture of fast and deep, making sure you felt every inch of him as you hugged him perfectly.

“So good.” You panted, fingers gripping the expensive sheets below you.

Brandt smirked at the way your eyes rolled back from the pleasure, his head dipping down to trail kisses along your bare chest.

His groaned as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling harsh at the roots eliciting a grunt from him and him placing a bite to your chest in response.

“You’re perfect baby, so fucking perfect.” He groaned, and despite his words being soft and sweet the thrust he was applying were not and you could feel your second orgasm of the night quickly approaching.

And he noticed it, he knew every detail about you and your body, knowing all of your signs and signals.

“Cum for me baby, let go.” He spoke in your ear, the sensual tone of his voice causing you to moan as he continued to praise you.

It wasn’t much longer after that, that you came, body going rigid as you felt your high wash over you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as you once again Raked your nails down his back.

“Fuck yes.” He groaned feeling his own high rapidly approaching.

And with a few more thrusts his hips began to stutter before coming to a stop as he spilled inside the condom, panting as he pulled out of you and removed the latex before tying it up and tossing it into the bin beside his bed.

He placed soft kisses from your stomach up to your lips, basking in your soft giggle before he captured your lips once again.

“Shower?” He whispered after pulling away from your lips.

“You’ll have to carry me.”

“My pleasure.” He smirked, laughing at your squeal as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before entering his large bathroom.

-

[turcott3]

everything i need

brandt clarke x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, mentions of blood and FLUFF

masterlist

“fucking hell.” you sigh out after cutting your leg in the midst of shaving. you had quite the horrible day, especially at work with making very little money. you didn’t want to let your shift ruin the first night you’d seen your boyfriend in over a month. you pick your foot up off the ground to get a closer look and lose your balance, slipping and busting your ass.

“god fucking damnit.” you yell, hot tears instantly spilling from your eyes. your slowly lean up from the floor, shutting off the water, ditching any plan of washing the runny mascara off your face or bothering to put even a touch of conditioner on the ends of your hair.

you step out of the tub, wrapping your towel tightly around you shutting off your vent, tears continuously falling.

“y/n? is everything okay in there?” you hear taps on the door followed by brandt’s raspy voice that you’d been longing to hear for the last 5 weeks.

“yeah.” you reply weakly.

“are you decent? can i come in?”

“mhm.” you reply, still crying as he opens the door, his face dropping.

“oh honey what happened?” he says sweetly.

“i know i look like a fucking wreck. i hit my head falling in the shower bc i cut my leg, fuck it’s getting on my rug.” you groan, moving your leg onto the tile.

“no baby you’re gorgeous, don’t say that.” he says, wrapping you up in his arms, not caring that you’re still soaked. it felt nice to be in his arms again, especially in the current state you were in.

“let me see your leg, can you sit on the edge of the tub for me?” he says and you do so, not willing to fight him.

“ouch, you got yourself good.”

“yeah, it stung like fuck.” you reply, wiping your tears.

“let me get you bandaged up okay?” he says kneeling in front of you with a caring look in his eye. he steps over to your bathroom closet and returns with an alcohol wipe and a bandaid. you wince at the contact of the wipe, his other thumb running softly over the skin of your calf soothing the sting. carefully, he places the bandaid over the cut, sealing it with a gentle kiss.

“there we go, all better.” he says helping you off the edge of the tub.

“i’m sorry this is what you had to walk into. i had a bad day.” you say as he grabs your cotton rounds and micellar water.

“you don’t have to do that bran-“

“no, let me do it okay? let me take care of you.” he starts.

“and don’t apologize baby, it’s okay to be upset about a bad day.” he finishes dosing the round in the make up cleaner and gently wiping your cheeks of the dried, runny mascara. you admired how sweet he really was. you were skeptical when your friend set you up with him, knowing he’s a professional hockey player but you were surprised by his attention to detail and kind heart. you felt so lucky to land him.

“there’s my pretty girl.” he smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“thank you.” you smile weakly before he turns and digs into his bag, grabbing a shirt and a pair of his boxers.

you unraveled the towel, it falling to the floor, letting him pull the shirt over your your body before positions his boxers for you to step into as he pulled them up your legs.

“i brought you chickfila.” he smiles, knowing that’s what you’d been craving for the last few weeks.

“really?”

“yeah, it’s all in your room, come on.” he says grabbing your hand and pulling you into your room, admiring the little picnic he set up on your bed along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“brandt.” you frown sweetly.

“i missed you.” he replies as you latch onto him never wanting to let go.

“i missed you so much more.” you reply quietly. you join him on the bed, munching on your order and catching up on whatever drama you missed while you were apart.

“so you’re thinking?” he asks holding up the remote.

“you already know pumpkin.”

“oh i sure do.” he replies with a giggle, putting on your favorite movie to watch while you wrapped yourself up in your favorite person.

this was the longest month of your life, and all you ever wanted was to be wrapped up in him. your sweet sweet boy was yours all over again.

[turcott3]

8 letters

brandt clarke x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, crying, mild angst

masterlist

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you slammed your car door shut as you walked inside your house, your thoughts spinning through your mind at a pace you couldn’t comprehend. your manager sent you home early from work, deciding that you “seemed really tired and needed some rest”.

you stopped at your favorite fast food place as a treat, setting it down on the counter as you enter your bedroom to change, your roommates’ dog excited to see you as always.

“i need to call him.” you mumble to yourself as you pet the dog before turning back to your sink, your makeup wipes out on the counter as you press call on your boyfriends contact page.

“hey.” he says, picking up after just one ring.

“hey, i’ve had a really shitty day can you come over?”

“yeah, of course, i’ll be there in five.” he replies without hesitation,

“i left the door unlocked for you.”

“okay, see you in a sec.” he says bidding you goodbye as you hung up the phone. you sighed in relief as you picked up the makeup wipes and began rubbing your face clean of the products.

“HEY!” you say looking over and seeing your roommates mischievous dog licking eyes with you as she pisses all over the clean clothes on your floor.

“hey stop, get the fuck out.” you say shoving her harshly out the door and groaning.

“these were fucking clean.” you whine in frustration, tears threatening to spill. your mind spun once again, anger and sadness filling your body quickly, your fists came loose as you held your face, letting out a heavy broken sigh. it didn’t help that you were incredibly uncertain of your future, no one being of any assistance in letting you figure it out for yourself.

you stood in the same place, your body shaking as sobs left your mouth, tears soaking your cheeks as you hunted for your laundry detergent.

“y/n- y/n?” you hear brandt’s voice from behind your laundry room door, sobs not stopping once you heard him.

“baby, why are you crying? stop, come here.” he says, taking the products from your hands and wrapping you up in his arms, only causing you to cry more. his hands ran soothingly up and down your back, shushing your cries quietly, rocking you back and forth.

“i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle pulling away.

“don’t apologize, what’s wrong? how can i help you?” he asks, wiping your tears.

“well i was already having a bad day, i look fucking terrible, not even makeup could fix it, my hair won’t cooperate, i’m just fucking sad and unsure about my future and then this fucking dog pissed all over a pile of my clean clothes.” you say, sniffling heavily.

“oh honey,” he frowns hugging you again, “go get in comfy in bed okay? i’ll bring you your food and i’ll put all your clothes in the washer. don’t worry about a thing. and don’t ever say you look terrible, you’re so beautiful, even if you don’t see it you are, always.”

“okay.” you reply quietly, the boy pulling you closer to press a kiss to your head before sending you on your way. you watched as he measured the amount of detergent to put in, his tongue poking out lightly.

“i added a little extra to make sure they smell good, is that okay?” he asks, holding the cap up.

“yes baby, that’s perfect. thank you.” you reply with a giggle as he shuts the washer door, picking up your food and bringing it in to you.

“you can have some of my food if you want.” you say, taking a few fries.

“no no it’s okay, enjoy it. you deserve every bite.” he says, relaxing into your mattress. you loved how content and accepted he made you feel. in his eyes, everything you did was right. he worshipped the very ground you walked on, something you never thought you deserved.

as you ate you texted back and forth with your mom about your day, another emotional overflow bound to happen. you finished your burger and crumpled the tin foil as you choked back your tears, your mother almost surprisingly completely on your side with your decision making and expressing to her how hard life has been on you recently, bursting into tears the moment she told you she was proud of you, your head crashing into your pillow, your face back into your hands.

“come here.” he says quietly, rolling you over and pulling you to his chest, his chin rested on top of your head.

“it’s all gonna be okay my love.” he says lowly, his thumb running across the back of your head. you laid together in silence as you cried, growing more and more tired by the moment.

“you wanna go get in the shower honey? i think it’ll make you feel a little bit better.” he offers pulling away slightly, lifting your chin to lock eyes with him.

“okay.” you replied, scooping you up from the bed and carrying you to the bathroom, setting you down on your feet.

“can we just have the candle, i don’t want all the lights.” you ask quietly.

“of course, whatever you want.” he replies, turning the water to warm, the two of you removing your clothes. you lit the candle as he made sure the water was warm, turning the shower head on. you flipped the lights off as he helped you into the shower, the warm water hitting you softly, sighing in relief. you smiled as brandt entered after you, no boy you’ve seen ever as gorgeous as him.

“you look so handsome right now.” you say softly, running your fingers through his now wet hair as you stood under the flow.

“thank you pretty girl.” he giggles in reply, a sound you could never get tired of. it almost scared you how obsessed you were with him. never wanting to part ways for any reason. you were so infatuated with him you couldn’t believe it.

“lemme wash your hair yeah?” he asks, knowing how good his scalp massages were, you instantly nodding in response. he grabbed your shampoo as you turned your back to him as he pulled you a little closer by your ass.

“it’s dark so you gotta be closer to me.”

“i’m not complaining.” you giggle as his hands make contact with your hair, instantly scrubbing your scalp gently, massaging his fingers all around your head. you sighed as he worked the shampoo in, melting completely at his touch.

“that feels so good.” you say, your voice full of bliss.

“mm good.” he replies, pressing a delicate kiss to your shoulder. he tilted your head back to rinse it, the warm water spreading all through your scalp, you left your head leaned back, brandt’s shoulder being the landing spot. his arms wrapped around your torso as he pressed sweet kisses to your neck, your arms wrapped around his.

“i love you.” he mumbles against your skin, his kisses melting deeply into your neck, your heart practically growing in size for the boy.

“i love you.” you reply practically in a whisper.

hearing those 8 letters leave his mouth was something you never took for granted, and absorbed every second of it whenever it left his mouth. he was the only one for you without a doubt, and it was moments like this that made you truly believe it.

[turcott3]

imperfect for you

brandt clarke x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral sex m receiving, unprotected sex (☝🏼 bad) and flufffffffff

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“baby i’m so proud of you!” you say loudly as he jogs toward you, arms open for a hug as he meets you, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around.

“thank you, you’re just my good luck charm.” brandt replies, pressing a few short kisses to your lips.

“my first road trip with you as a king and you fucking scored.” you say both of you pulled away, his hands remaining on your waist. you’d only been together about a month and you were falling really hard and really fast.

“can you come with me on all my road trips, reign or kings?” he asks with hopefulness in his eyes.

“yes of course.” you reply as he squeezes you again.

you couldn’t believe what the night had brought him. he had his first nhl goal and a game winner. you had to treat him some way, some kind of sweet reward. and you knew just the trick.

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you arrived back at your hotel room a while ago and got into your pajamas, fortunately enough you were able to get a room in the same hotel so he could stay with you instead of a teammate which was deemed very necessary as of right now.

“come here, i’m so proud of you my love.” you say walking up to the ginger as he sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms around him.

“thank you baby.” he giggles, his arms placed on the outside of your bare thighs.

“i gotta treat my big winner don’t i?” you ask looking down at him, a confused look striking his face.

“brandt.” you reply, trying to better hint at what you were saying.

“y/n.” he says back to you. you giggle and roll your eyes, your hands finding their way to his jaw, connecting your lips gently. naturally, he laid back as you climbed over his chest, attempting to deepen the kiss. you pull away, scanning his eyes for any sense of knowing where you were going.

low and behold he did, and he was nervous. as embarrassed as he was to tell, you he did. he’s a virgin. you knew this for a while and didn’t even care. that was never a deciding factor in your relationship. you then waited for the right time to love on your boy, which you were excited to do now.

“baby i-“

“brandt i know.” you say sitting on his hips. you could feel the bulge under his pajama pants but the feeling of it turned you on.

“but-“

“no buts brandt. i’m serious about this.” you say leaning over and pecking his lips, your hand reaching through your legs palming at his steadily growing cock.

“fuck.” he sighs.

“feels good huh?” you giggle.

“i’ve had a fucking handjob y/n, i’m not a child.” he half giggles, trying to keep some kind of composure.

“oh honey, sugar, sweetheart, darling, pumpkin. i’m gonna do a whole lot more than that. i am fucking you tonight, and we are gonna enjoy every fucking moment of it.” you said just inches away from his face, his cheeks in your hands already as you smashed your lips back together.

“and don’t be nervous, i can tell you’re nervous. i don’t want to intimidate you my love.” you say pulling away and sitting on your knees between his legs, running your hand up and down his thigh.

“i know but, how will i know if im doing good?”

“i will guide you through everything, just lay there and be gorgeous. which is very easy for you.” you giggle, inching your hand closer and closer to his clothed boner. you stop to remove your shirt, leaving you in only your underwear, given the shirt was the only other thing you slept in.

brandt had never seen you like this and he was already struggling with you clothed on his lap, you were scared he might get there on his own.

“y/n.” he whined, squinting his eyes shut.

“patience baby.” you say pulling down the waist band of his pants, pulling them all the way off his legs, his cock springing free of its constraints. you took his dick into your hand sizing him up. you knew he’d be proportional to his height but this was more than you expected. but not more than you were capable of working with. you leaned over him, spitting a large glob of saliva onto his cock, your hand working it in thoroughly.

“you’re so big brandt, why have you been hiding from me?” you say smirking at him as you finally leaned over, your tongue making contact with his tip, the most sensitive part, keeping your eyes locked harshly on his. you could feel his thigh muscles tighten under your hands as you bobbed up and down, a puddle of saliva forming at the base of his cock. you pull him out of your mouth with a pop, spit webbing from the corners of your mouth.

you wiped your face clean with your arm and you climb over him, reattaching your lips to his. his hands found their way into your hair rather quickly before you pulled away.

“okay b, are you ready?” you ask genuinely and he nods.

“alright.” you say taking him back into your hand, lining him up with your entrance, running his cock through your soaked folds.

“fuck.” he sighs out nervously.

“shh you’re okay.” you reply as you sank onto him, a moan ripping from your throat in doing so. when you bottomed out on him, you stopped, picking up his hands and placing them on your ass from around your thighs.

“you don’t need to do anything, j-just keep them there.” you say as you place your hands on his abdomen, pushing yourself up and sinking back down slowly, quiet moans leaving his mouth, his hands slightly gripping on your ass. you slowly sped up your pace, bouncing up and down steadily, quiet moans and curses leaving both of your mouths. his thick, throbbing cock was hitting you in all the right places, you just knew you had to keep it down.

“fuck brandt, you feel so good.” you whine, your hips circling around, his cock hitting every inch possible.

“god y/n.” he groans, his grip on your ass growing tighter.

“fuck me on you brandt, fuck me.” you moan out, patting on his hands, a lightbulb flicking on above his head. slowly, he began to pick you up and pull you back down with his arms, eventually finding the speed that was right for him.

“oh my fucking god.” he grunts as he speeds up, the sound of your skin slapping against his increasing in volume along with your moans.

“fuck i’m gonna cum.” you moan out as your core tightened harshly around him.

“y/n, oh. shit.” he grunts as he spills his climax into you, the line in your stomach snapping at the same time, an orgasm washing over you at the same time as his. you continued bouncing slowly up and down on his cock, creating a milky mess between you as you came down from your high, a slight giggle leaving your mouth.

sadly, you pulled him out of you with a wince, already missing the feeling of the boy, you’d now decided you were madly in love with, inside of you.

“god you were so good brandt.” you say, climbing off of him and laying down by his side.

“i feel like i can’t even say anything. that felt fucking incredible pretty girl. thank you for tonight.” he says, brushing hair out of your face.

“no thank you baby, congratulations.” you smile, kissing him passionately.

“first nhl goal for my baby.” you brag as he pulls you on top of his chest.

“i love you so fucking much.” he smiles as you bend over close to his face.

“i love you so much fucking more.” you reply, your lips finding their place back on his, where they’d always fit like a puzzle piece.

“i’m so lucky i was your first.” you giggle pulling away.

“and fucking last, are you kidding me?” he replies with a sarcastic scoff.

“i’m honored.” you blush as your head finds its way under his chin.

“i’m so proud of you bub.” you say quietly.

“thank you my love.” he says pressing a sweet kiss to your head before the two of you got up to shower, cleaning up the fluids you’d left behind, spending the rest of the night together, madly in love and never turning back.

[asunsetgrace16]

bf!Brandt Headcanons ⎥ BC92

Pairing: Brandt Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: cute headcanons about your relationship

Warnings: mentions kissing and sex if you squint hard enough

Notes: none. same stuff as usual

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loves being in a relationship with you

your relationship is pure vibes and you are almost the same person

one offseason goal the two of you set was to learn to surf

he's an excellent baker and always has cookies in the jar

there are many date nights spent in the kitchen baking a cake and getting flour everywhere

loves to show you off, especially when you are dressed to the nines for a gala or event or something

he's your biggest hype man

loves when you play with his hair

he always wants to be near you or able to see you

you have accidentally matched outfits so many times that now you plan to coordinate

loves to share the locker room tea with you (respectfully obvi)

always makes you laugh

even when you are making out, there is giggling involved but you love it

he's a very passionate person and it shows when he kisses you, among other things

you wear a necklace with a 92 charm

runs around the car to open the door for you

he thanks L.A. weather for getting to see you in shorts and bikini top for most of the year

sends you snaps with the most ridiculous filters that never fail to make you smile

carries all your bags when you are shopping

his family loves you more than him at this point (as in if you break up, they keep you and get rid of him)

you have matching coffee mugs

[lukesvangelista]

i want you guys to give me the most heartbreaking, angsty scenarios to write about. don’t mention a specific player, just give me the scenario and i will see what player i want to match it to!

[savoies]

to hear your voice - brandt clarke.

summary: clarky calling you because he misses you.

word count: 311

warnings: none.

a/n: this was an unplanned blurb that I wrote in ten minutes because q (@three-headed-monster ) got me in my brandt feels, enjoy! (unedited)

Brandt was currently away at the u18s. Most of the time he was away you guys had the occasional conversation after a game but you told him to enjoy his time with the boys because this kind of opportunity just didn’t come for anyone.

Of course you missed your boyfriend’s voice but you didn’t want to be the clingy and needy one and both of you decided that texting was the best form of communication while he was away so he could actually take advantage of his time in Texas. (even though they were basically on lockdown)

So when your phone started ringing at midnight you found it kind of odd that your boyfriend’s name flashed across the screen, after three rings you picked up. “Hello?” You spoke up.

“Hi, bub what are you up to.” Brandt’s voice rang out staticky on the other end.

“Not much how about you, is everything ok?” You asked wondering why he was calling so late.

“I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice” he spoke out softly.

“Aww, baby I miss you too.” You replied to him with a soft smile on your face. “Also can you please tell me why you are whispering?” you questioned his hushed tone.

“Sorry about that we were playing cards in the hallway and most of the boys are knocked out.” He said as he let out a small laugh. You smiled as you heard your boyfriend’s voice on the other end.

“Well I guess ill let you go to sleep now, I love you bub.” He said as he stifled a yawn but had a small smile plastered on his face because he was glad that he got to hear your voice.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You said as you thought about finally having him back in your arms hopefully with a gold medal.

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[turcott3]

MATT KIRBY BRANDT MACKIE JUST OFF ME IN THE WOODS AT THIS POINT

How I think NHL players would kiss you..

| JAMIE DRYSDALE | Jamie’s kisses are so soft and intimate, he goes for more of a quick peck in public but don’t doubt him once it’s just you two. He’s got a hand tangled in your hair while the other rests on your waist and he kisses you breathless, there’s nothing he loves more than feeling your body Pressed against his.

| COLE CAUFIELD |. So intimate, early morning kisses are his absolute favorite. There’s nothing he loves more than starting his day off with a soft make out sesh in bed. His hands are either resting on your waist or hips as he kisses you, sometimes even running under your shirt to rub slow circles on your back. A big cheek kiss guy especially when he knows cameras are around, he loves loving on you but it’s something he does his best to keep between you two.

| MASON MCTAVISH | he’s a slut for you, there’s no other way to put it. He loves to kiss you, love on you, touch you, feel you. He’ll keep a hand on the back of your head while the other holds your waist as he devours your lips. he loves feeling your fingers tangle in his curls, or grip his shoulders when he kisses you so good that your knees begin to buckle.

| BRANDT CLARKE |. Sweetest kisses, he loves kissing your cheeks, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth until you drag his lips to yours. He pulls you flush against him as he kisses you slow and gentle, sometimes he’s a little cheeky and nips at your bottom lip. His hands wander, sometimes they rest on your ass, other times your waist, or your cheeks. Don’t let him get tipsy because the second he does he’s begging for kisses, doesn’t care who’s around as long as he gets to feel your lips against his.

| KIRBY DACH |. Forehead kisses galore, it’s one of his favorite spots to kiss but don’t get it twisted he’s obsessed with your lips. He loves holding you close by your waist as he kisses you with PURE LOVE. One of his favorite ways to kiss you though is when you’re sat comfortably in his lap and he gets to run his hands all around your body; thighs, hips, neck, and a nice grip on your hair when things get heated. He’s a sucker for jaw kisses and it’s one of the quickest ways to get him to melt, one kiss and its game over, his large hands are scooping you up and carrying you to bed in SECONDS.

| MACKIE SAMOSKEVICH | He loves kissing you, he would do it all day if he could. His hands always find themselves on your ass anytime he’s kissing you, sometimes even slips them in your back pockets if it’s a family setting and he doesn’t wanna get caught. He loves when you sit on his lap because it allows him to kiss you all he wants and tease you by nipping at your sweet spot until he has you begging for more. He’s a goner when your nails scratch at his scalp or run through his hair when you’re kissing.

| ADAM FANTILLI |. His kisses are so gentle but intimate, he loves loving on you and he’s not afraid to show it. His hands are always either on your waist or hips, especially when he’s kissing you. He def chases your lips and pulls you back in for another kiss when you pull away first, he’s not done until you both are in desperate need for oxygen.

| LUKE HUGHES | Luke keeps your lip locking behind closed doors, if it’s just you two he’s cradling your cheek as he kisses you sweetly, so soft that he has butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Now if it’s in front of friends and family he’s going for hand and forehead kisses, the kind of kisses that show you he loves you he just likes keeping his strong affection for just you two.

| COLE SILLINGER | Hot but gentle, he’ll tease you slightly before finally kissing you. His hands rest on the booty or waist at all times and this man turns into putty when your hands tangle in his hair. He loves nipping at your bottom lip and you quite literally have to be on the verge of passing out from the lack of air before he willing pulls away. He loves cooking dinner together because it always ends up with you planted on the counter while he stands between your legs and makes out with you softly, it’s his favorite pass time till dinner is done.

| JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY | this man is obsessed with every single inch of you, his hands don’t leave your ass when he’s kissing you unless it’s a public setting but even then they’re teetering on the edge of touching it. He loves the feeling of your lips against his especially when things get heated, he’ll even sometimes slip a hand to the base of your throat squeezing just enough to make a moan emerge from you as a shit eating smirk fills his face. He’s down so bad for you but he doesn’t give a damn, he’d worship you on his knees for you if you asked because he’s what you deserve.

| MATT REMPE |. He kisses so intense and intimate, he looooovs holding your face and tracing a thumb over your cheekbone as he kisses you. If his hands aren’t cupping your cheeks then they’re running along your body, they make stops at your hips, and bum with gentle gropes before continuing on their journey. He loves hard and he has no issue with showing you just how much he loves you. He loves when you clean him up after a fight and place little kisses along his cuts and scabs before patching him up. He always finds himself placing a soft kiss to your forehead after you’ve fallen asleep, he’s not sure if you ever feel it but he always makes sure to do it.