#brayden point

[zcbogosian]

miss you

[petals-armor]

@pearfight and I miss hockey

[gridworld]

rip lightning 2024 playoffs run

[pearfight]

Hockey season can’t come fast enough…

@petals-armor and I made even more Lightning meme charts

[national-hockey-gay]

Making an Edit for Every Team in the NHL: The Tampa Bay Lightning (9/32)

The 7 Deadly Sins May Very Well Be Virtues

[kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou]

hockey team thickness - Tampa Bay Lightning 2024 VERSION (roster as of 25.07.2024)

[misharoux]

[hauntedppgpaints]

for animals ask brayden point + dog? he's definitely a midsized working breed like a cattle dog or an alsatian to me

animals moodboards // accepting

[lovethosebolts]

[petals-armor]

dear lord please take whatever pain Brayden Point is in and give it to Jordan Binnington amen

[niallhoranhasthat1thing]

Brayden Point

Tampa Bay Lightning

[reneserseya]

Anthony Cirelli interferes interviews Brayden Point.

[hagelpoint-3821]

My Brothers Secret

Summary: Brayden's mother recently married Brandon's Father, making the two step-siblings and living together. While their parents are away, Brandon tries to soften the blow with a frustrated Brayden, giving them both the distraction that they need. Word Count: 1232 Notes: 'My Brothers Secret' is a fic between two players, Brayden Point and Brandon Hagel, written from both of their POVs All of this is made up and I know none of their personal business. This is also meant to be fun for the reader to enjoy. Once last thing that I would like to note, this is my first time posting m/m smut so if things aren't 100% correct or proper, please be gentle about it. There is no room for hate here. TW: Explicit male/male smut.

Chapters: 1

Brayden

With our parents recently married, my mother is now married to Brandon Hagel’s father, now making us siblings.

Growing up an only child I am not exactly sure about having to share my mom, let alone having to share her with my own teammate and linemate. 

Don’t get me wrong, Brandon is a hell of a guy, but brother? I don’t know about that. 

As I walk into the living room of our now shared home, I see Brandon sitting on the couch, we are alone since our parents are on their honeymoon.

 I flip down beside him, “I’m bored, off season sucks and now I really don’t know what to do with my mom gone.”

“Same, there’s nothing to do around here now that my dad is distracted all the time,” he says as he looks over at me. 

“No shit. Anything good on?”

“Nope.”

I only nod, keeping my eyes lock on the tv, not saying another word.

“Brayden…”

“What Brandon.” I snip back at him.

“Dude I don’t know what it is, or why the hell you don’t like me, but knock it off.” 

“I’m just frustrated okay, I don’t want to share my mom, with anyone.”

“That isn’t my fault they fell in love Brayden. I get it, you're frustrated but don’t take it out on me.” He sighs in frustration now.

“Brandon for the love of god stop making everything sound right!” 

“You need…. A distraction,” he says softly.

“Distraction how? There’s nothing to do. No one to talk to. Nowhere to go. Can’t skate there’s no ice down anywhere.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess? I mean I don’t have much of a choice.”

“Just answer the question honestly Brayden, do you trust me.”

I think for a second and look over at him, “yes, yes I do.”

He nods slowly as I see him stand up, and then lower himself to my lap.

“Woah woah Brandon what are you doing?” I try to wiggle out from under him.

“Getting you to relax, I just need you to trust me, please?”

I nod slowly and sit back deeper on the couch, watching him carefully.

“I think we both need this,” he says softly as he places his hands on my chest.

I rest my hands over his, wanting to push them off but liking the feeling of them against my body.

“We can’t do this Bran, we are step brothers now.”

“Key word, STEP, not actually related. No one has to know about this,” whispering softly he starts kissing my neck, causing me to sigh deeply.

“Brandon.”

“Shh, just let it happen, and if you don’t want it to happen I’ll stop.”

I run my hands down his back and rest them on his butt, grabbing gently, “don’t stop.” 

I feel him smirk against my skin, slipping his hands under my shirt as he peppers kisses across my neck.

“Brandon, Brandon stop.” 

He pulls back quickly, “what, did I do something wrong?”

A smirk grows across my face as I quickly pin him to the couch, “no, you were just getting a little confident up there, and if this is going to be a thing for long, I’m in charge.”

“You’re still frustrated, take it out on me.” He says as he reaches up and touches my cheek gently.

Quickly I take both of our shirts off and hold his hands above his head, crashing our lips together. Our tongues exploring every inch of each other’s mouth.

He pulls back and gasps for air, “I didn’t think you were into guys.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I’m not. But for you I make an exception.”

“Brandon stop talking.” I kiss him roughly, undoing his jeans with my other hand. 

He moans softly against my lips, oh how sweet they sound.

“Oh Brayden, please.”

“Please what?”

“Use me.” He whimpers.

“Fuck you’re going to drive me crazy.” Pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion, he hissed when his dick springs up. 

“S-show me then.”

Quickly I take his dick in my hands and start stroking him, watching his face as his eyes screw shut and soft moans fall from his mouth, he soon finds rhythm with my hands and starts rocking his hips into me. 

“What? Like when your step brother touches you?” I say, smirking as I strip the rest of my clothes off

“God you have no idea.”

He sits up and pulls me back into him, taking my dick in his hand, he strokes me and pushes our foreheads together.

“Oh f-fuck Brandon.”

“My god Brayden you’re huge.”

Moving my head to his ear, whispering softly, “and I want to fill every inch of you.”

I can hear his breath get caught in his throat, “do it.”

Smirking, I sit on the couch and pull him to my lap, slowly guiding him down my shaft, not moving as he adjusts to my size.

He pushes his face into my neck, gently leaning soft kissing along my jaw, carefully I grab his hips and start moving them in small circles. 

“Feel good?”

“So good,” he says softly. 

Adding to his pleasure I wrap a hand around his dick and slowly stroke him, as he lifts his head up he puts his hands on my chest and starts moving faster.

“Fuck Bray, oh god yes.”

Running my other hand up his back and into his hair, lacing my fingers into his curls, “that’s it. Ride it like a good boy.”

I feel his dick twitch in my hands when I call him that, “oh someone’s got a praise kink hmm?”

“Y-yes. Now fuck.. fuck me please, I need you.” He practically begs. 

Quickly I lay him on the couch, spreading his legs apart and sliding back inside him.

“You do so good for me brother.”

His face turns a deep red as he looks up at me, “we are so dead if they catch us.”

“Don’t worry about them, worry about me, how I feel inside you, how I make you feel while I fill you up.”

Slowly I start thrusting myself inside him, he is so tight and I never realized how perfect his body truly is. 

As I speed up he falls into rhythm with me, our bodies moving perfectly in sync together. 

“Bray.. bray I’m close.” He moans out, gripping the couch cushions. 

“I am too.” Slowly I slide out of him, earring a groan as I do so. 

Coming up I kiss him deeply as I take his dick in my hand, as well as my own, stroking them at the same time, moaning into his mouth when I feel his hands on my back.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer.” He moans, almost growling as he cums on his chest. 

I quicken the pace of my hand around us and ride out my orgasm, cumming on his chest also, panting deeply as I look at him, watching as he takes a finger and runs it along his chest, then sticking it into his mouth.

“Mmm I wanted to see what you tasted like.” He said with a smirk on his face. 

“Don’t make me fuck that cocky little look off your face Brandon.” I peck his lips one more time before moving off him and handing him a napkin to clean himself off.

[thenhlteaissuperhot]

if you could re-draft the 2014 draft, how would it look like?

The top three are pretty much non-disputable:

1st - Leon Draisaitl (originally 3rd)

2nd - David Pastrnak (originally 25th)

3rd - William Nylander (originally 8th)

Dylan Larkin would have definitely been higher than the original 15th, Brayden Point as well (the guy was drafted 79th), Sam Reinhart would drop out of his original 2nd and so would Aaron Ekblad from his 1st. Jakub Vrana would have also been much lower than 13th - he is talented, with a great shot, but too many hold-backs surrounding and encountering him.

It's literally crazy how many complete busts that draft had in its first round - Michael Dal Colle (5th), Jake Virtanen (6th), Haydn Fleury (7th), Nick Ritchie (10th), Brendan Perlini (12th), Julius Honka (14th)... It's insane to realize that all these guys were drafted WAY before Pasta and it shows you that a high draft position doesn't automatically secure you success in the league.