#brendan lemieux

[kentjohnson91]

been a minute but memes are back

[kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou]

hockey team thickness - Carolina Hurricanes 2024 VERSION (roster as of 27.07.2024)

[cellythefloshie]

;; Teeth

Summary: You've always wondered why Brendan has settled for wearing a flipper, and when you ask he isn't shy to show you why. Kinks & TW: oral sex (female receiving), face riding. Word Count: 1.4k

You remembered the night that it had happened, the night when a high stick took out both of Brenden’s front teeth and left them scattered on the ice. You hadn’t been dating him then. He had been nothing more than a hockey player on the television screen as you and your now ex boyfriend watched the game in a grungy New York City bar. 

While it had been years, and a few teams, since he lost them. Brendan still didn’t have them fixed. Sure, he had a flipper that created the illusion of a perfect smile, but he still had to pull them out at meal times. Yet, he still went without them more often than not. The absence of them left a broad dark space in his smirk, and while you didn’t mind it, you couldn’t help but be curious. Why didn’t he get it fixed? 

It wasn’t like he didn’t have the money for it, or the time. 

Which is why you decided to ask him one morning as the two of you began the day together in the early morning glow that filtered into your apartment. You stood at the kitchen island dressed in nothing but one of his dress shirts that had come home a little wrinkled and smelling of his collonge after a long road trip. You had rolled the sleeves up and it left your bare elbows to rest on the counter as you arched over seemingly occupied in the book you held in one hand while occasionally nursing your morning coffee with the other. 

When Brendan crossed your path, he was on his way out of the bathroom after having a hot shower. His wet curls hung low onto his forehead, and droplets of water dropped down the toned angles of his body until it dripped off the angles of him or were absorbed by the white town that hung lowly on his hips. It was then, as he crossed your path you asked him, “what’s the reason you don’t get your teeth fixed, babe?”

Peering up over the edge of your book you watched as Brendan’s steps slowed. His head cocked to the side, and then, without answering you, he smiled. 

Your eyes narrowed, suspicious of his silence as you lowered your book down to lay pages down on the counter top, “what is it?”

“I can show you.”

Your head cocked to match the angle of his as he glanced back at you, “Okay, then show me.”

“Right now?” he asked you as if you had anything else to do on a quiet morning that he got to spend at home, instead of at the rink. 

“Right now.”

Brendan abandoned what would be his path to the bedroom to get dressed and made his detour into the kitchen. He came to stand right in front of you, one hand keeping his towel at bay while the other reached out to steal your cup of coffee. A single hand had wrapped around it almost fully before lowering down to rest on the countertop. Your lips parted, ready to ask him why you couldn’t enjoy your coffee while he showed you some little trick or quirk that having no teeth allowed him to do - but before you could, his hands had found your waist and he was picking you up to carry you off to the bedroom.

It wasn't some romantic, bridal style, kind of carry either. Brendan liked to man handle you. He hoisted you up, throwing You over his shoulder in what rivaled a fireman's carry. Hanging over his one shoulder, you watched the muscles of his back flex, water traveling down over each ridge and ripple. It was your fixation, your eyes traveling the path of a single bead, your lungs vacant of even a single breath as the rush of the carry caught you completely by surprise. Air only found its way back as you were forced to take in a sharp inhale with the impact of Brendan's hand firm against the flesh of your ass. It filled your body with the familiar sting, and before you could protest what you thought would be another impact, Brendan was tossing you down into the comfort of your bed. 

“What are you-” you couldn't even finish your question before you felt his hands on you again. 

Each hand, rough and battle hardened, slipped between your legs at your knees. The scratch of the calluses on his palms against your smooth skin left you shuddering as he pushed your legs open wide. 

You swallowed hard, the draft of the air conditioner sending a chill over your bare cunt as you hadn't thought twice about needing panties with his shirt having hung so low on your legs. You hadn't risked being much of a distraction, yet, you still ended up laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as Brendan’s hot breath washed over the skin of your thighs.

You could feel his every exhale as he kissed his way up the inside of your legs. Oneside, then the other, leaving a wet trail of saliva that heated and cooled and heated again. The closer he got to the apex of your thighs, the better it felt, and the more you squirmed in the anticipation of feeling his mouth on your needy cunt. But the more you squirmed, the more Brendan toyed with you. 

His hands tried to hold your legs at bay first. Careful touches that settled your legs back into their place, splayed just enough to accommodate him between them, but then your hips became to quiver and buck into the air with such an impatience that it left him cursing against your flesh. 

Brendan's mouth lingered on your thigh, his mouth leaving slopping kisses so close to your cunt, you could practically feel his lips on your folds. And if he had his teeth in, you were sure he would have been nipping at your flesh then. But he proceeded without them as he drew back just far enough to bring up both hands to each side of your cunt. Brendan spread you right open with the ease of just his thumbs as they were placed on each side of your cunt. You could feel the wetness of your own arousal dripping from your needy cunt, your core flexing in the mere anticipation of feeling him. 

It was there, so close to your cunt, he muttered out words so quiet you couldn't understand him before he delved right into the sweetness of your cunt. The flat of his tongue met you without warning, so hot, so wet, as it dragged over the entrance of your core and lapped up to the very sensitivity of your clit that left you gasping. He did it once more - no, then again, a few times to get the taste of you before he was completely intoxicated by the sweetness of your cunt. 

His arms wound around your legs, keeping them wide and open for him even as you quivered at the pleasure. Brendan devoured you, so shamelessly, as his nose teased your clit while his tongue parted your folds and dipped inside your cunt. It was a deliberate, yet almost gentle action. One that left your hips bucking to grind your cunt against his tongue. 

It must have been the moment Brendan had been waiting for. Before you could get even a second rotation in, Brendan’s large hands were gripping firmly at the flesh of your ass. It pressed your cunt further into his face, and in a quick action that left you gasping, Brendan lifted you up from the bed and threw himself down onto it All without his head leaving the space between your thighs. 

You were left to straddle his face, your knees and thighs on either side of it as his tongue continued its messy work. You could feel every slick glide, and every breath as you rode his face. Every roll of your hips dragged your cunt over his eager tongue. And even as the pleasure bubbled in the depths of your stomach, sending your legs tight around his head and your toes curling, he didn't concede. He lay there, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure on his tongue until you were left panting and still. 

It was then he eased you up with the strength of his hold, stealing one last kiss from your inner thigh, before he smiled that large, stupid toothless grin and said, matter-of-factly, “That's why.” 

TAGLIST: @mp0625 @starshine-hockey-girl

[sonormalaboutfandom]

oh my god i discovered this channel last night and this guy is so funny

[lovethegoalies]

happy father day

here is my favorite Brent Burns video (please ignore Lemieux)

[hauntedppgpaints]

Brendan Lemieux / Brady tkachuk. Got that hater for hater relationship goin on. Mayhaps soulmate au where they can feel each others pain, Brendan realizes Brady is his soulmate when he fucking bites him and feels it in his own hand

rarepair challenge // accepting

fuck around and find out

188 words, T for swearing

It hits him all at once. 

Isn’t that how all the cliches start? It hit him all at once, how much he loved- fucking whatever. If it works, it works. It really did hit him all at once. 

The pain in his hand. The skin giving way beneath his teeth. The taste of blood flooding his mouth. The weight of Tkachuk on top of him. The- wait.

Wait.

The pain in his hand.

Why did his hand hurt.

He digs his teeth into Tkachuk’s hand, and the pain intensifies. He has to let go, spit the hand out of his mouth, and the pain fades a little, becoming a dull pulsing ache instead of the sharp pinpricks.

Fuck. Fucking fuck. That can’t be right. It has to be a fluke. 

Tkachuk shoves him around as he stands, yaps to the referee about how he fucking bit me, blah blah blah, but Brendan remains on the ice, staring at his hand, blood in his mouth. An imprint of teeth slowly fades into existence on his hand, right over where he had bitten Tkachuk. 

It hits him all at once.

[stereax]

[cardiaccanesblog]

Brendan Lemieux you will always be famous

[hockeyheritageposts]

Hockey Heritage Post

“his flesh was soft between another man’s teeth” sounds like a line from poetry about lovers who keep meeting as enemies lifetime after lifetime. but it’s actually a response to a fool mad that a hockey player got suspended 5 games for biting another player hard enough to draw blood

[pensfan4lfe2]

Then&Now || Brendan Lemieux

[cellythefloshie]

[sunshine-gumdrop]

I saw this before but I couldn't connect them. Lmao he says he fucking bit me. Poor Brady...

Also, apparently, this feud goes back to keith tkachuk and claude lemieux. What legends...

Poor refs, to deal with this shit..

Funny thing about nhl, it's full of weirdos, no matter how talented they are still weird people...

[fucksindeep]

I LIVE IN THE UK AND I WORK I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO WATCH GAMES LIVE

[stereax]

[hopetorun]

canes scratching brendan lemieux against the senators like they're afraid he's gonna get snacky in the middle of the game or something

[cardiaccanesblog]

Unsurprisingly, Nashville’s NHL roster beat our baby Cane roster but they had a good showing in the 2nd and 3rd period.

•Felix Unger-Sorum beautiful power forward move to the net to beat Wedgewood

•Ryan Suzuki magic goal coming from a lucky bounce trying to get the puck to the center.

•Brendan Lemieux slapshot from a pass from Unger-Sorum

•Bradley Nadeau power play goal from another pass from Unger-Sorum

So a 3 point night for Felix Unger-Sorum who looked great on the ice tonight. Tough gig for Perets who definitely made some good saves but gave up tough goals. Our penalty kill was 100% and Charles Alexis-Legault dropped gloves and got blood on his white jersey.