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Rudely Interrupted - Brandon Mashinter

Helloooo!  So I swear I’ve never heard of this guy before but he’s a BABE!  I hope you guys all like how this turned out! Let me know what you think! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 887

Warnings: couple swear words, some steam but not full smut

Request: “Could you write something for Brandon Mashinter where he and the reader are “celebrating” and it gets somewhat steamy but before anything happens they’re walked in on by some of his teammates?” - @fuckingshiteater

Up next: Leon Draisaitl

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“WOOOO!” you cheered from the box with the other wives and girlfriends.  The Blackhawks had just finished a road trip and after winning this game, had ended up with a seven game winning streak.  And Brandon had scored tonight’s winning goal so that was just icing on top of the cake.  You hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks and after all the success he had, you figured the two of you could celebrate privately at home.

You hung back with a couple other girls as you watched the boys file off the ice to cheers from the crowd.  It was going to be a little while before they came out and you’d rather sit in a comfy chair then stand down by the dressing room.

Your phone went off and it was a text from Brandon, “be out in a couple mins babe, so excited to see you!” You sent back a couple heart emoji’s then gathered your stuff and made your way down the steps to the dressing room.

You flashed your pass at the security guard and waited around the corner from the dressing room.  The door opened and the players began to file out, hooting and hollering along with the family and significant others that had gathered.  

Your face broke out into a smile when you saw Brandon’s head over the crowd.  His eyes scanned the crowd briefly then found yours.  He rushed over to you, throwing his hands around your waist and picking you up.  He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and spun you around.  “I missed you so much!” he murmured into your skin.

You kissed his jawline, “I missed you too babe!”

He carefully placed you back on the ground and you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling his face down to yours.  His lips met yours and the two of you got lost in each other.  You pulled away, slightly breathless and giggled, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Me too, I hate being away from you” he mumbled, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Since it’s been almost two weeks since we’ve seen each other and since you’ve been doing sooo well in all your games, how about we go celebrate?” you seductively whispered in his ear.

He nodded then his eyes looked you up and down and almost immediately you could see the desire building.  He tangled his fingers with yours and you both left the arena and got in the car.

The entire car ride home was filled with suggestive comments and flirty movements.  Both of you just barely able to contain your excitement to be with each other again.

The moment you got into the apartment Brandon had you pinned up against the door.  He hungrily attacked your lips with his and you could feel his length pressing against your thigh.

He gently bit your bottom lip causing you to let out a soft moan, “fuck I’ve missed you so much” you murmured as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

He slid his hands underneath the top you were wearing, his fingers lightly tracing over your bare skin.  He began to pepper kisses down your neck, sucking on a patch of flesh near your collarbone.  You let out a moan and tangled your fingers into his hair, basically melting in his hands.  

He picked you up, effortlessly carrying you to the couch.  He set you down, nudging your legs apart and placing his hips in between.  He hovered over you as you resumed making out, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You broke apart for a moment so you could slip off your top and bra then Brandon did the same with his suit jacket and button down.  “So fucking beautiful” he whispered as he gazed down at you then he crashed his lips against yours.

You reached down to undo the belt on his dress pants, but let out a small scream when you heard the front door open.

“Hey Brando! Y/N!  Who’s ready to party-oh my god what are you guys doing??” Jonathan Toews yelled out as he abruptly turned away.

“Get out!” Brandon exclaimed, tossing you his dress shirt to cover up with.

“Brandon’s getting it in!” Corey Crawford whooped between laughs.  The group of boys were now crowded around the door with their backs turned to you.

“I was just about to get it in, until all of you showed up!” he growled.  After making sure you were fully clothed again he let the guys come into the living room.  Your face was still a little red,

“We texted you!” Jonathan said, “we told you we were coming!”

“You didn’t text me” he picked up his phone to take a look, “oh wait, there it is! Must have been to busy to hear it go off.”  He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in.

“So, are you guys gunna come out and celebrate with everyone?  Or are you just going to continue your private party?” Corey smirked.

Brandon looked to you, “let’s go out with everyone!” you smiled.  All the boys let out a cheer then went to the kitchen to grab some drinks.  “Then we can come back here and finish what we started” you murmured into Brandon’s ear.

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Brandon Mashinter #1 - Losing Season

Anon asked: Could you do a fluffy imagine with Brandon Mashinter of the Rockford IceHogs where the reader comforts him after the awful season they had? You're very good at writing and I love your blog!

Yes anon I can write this for you! I know next to nothing about the Icehogs so I had to do a bit of research for this one which I found quite interesting. I will soon be living up north so I will be closer to Icehog territory, maybe I will check them out. 

As the spouse of a hockey player you are used to the ups and downs that come with the game. When their team won it was a momentous occasion that left everyone giddy and hopeful. This of course made the losses all the worse. Your husband Brandon was usually a happy-go-lucky guy so when he is reduced near to tears after the final game of the Icehogs season you aren’t sure what to do. It was a home game that ended in a loss in front of friends and family and for Brandon the additional loss of his sanity. They finished at the bottom of the Central Division with twenty-five wins and fifty-one losses. But as a former captain Brandon kept his head high, gave closing remarks to the team and walked with you silently to the car. He tosses the keys over to you not trusting himself to drive in this state. You don’t like him like this but couldn’t really act until you got home.

Your home wasn’t far from the arena but the drive felt like a life time. Usually post-game Brandon would discuss with you plays and funny things the guys said if they won, or how he could improve his skills for the next game if they lost. Because that had been the last game there was no reason for him to discuss what changes he wanted to make to be better. When you park the car and he reaches to unbuckle his seatbelt you reach over and place your hand on his. He stops moving but still avoids your eyes.

“Brandon please look at me.”

Reluctantly he looks up and you see his red rimmed eyes silently beg you not to ask anything.

“There are leftovers in the fridge. Do you want lasagna or grilled chicken?” you ask instead.

His voice is scratchy, “chicken.”

You nod and release his hand so you could go inside. He went straight to get changed and you walk into the kitchen to reheat your dinner from two nights ago. When you are done and Brandon still hasn’t emerged you go into the bedroom to check on him.  He is sitting with his back to the door and his suit still on. You walk around the bed to sit next to him. Similar to the situation in the car you grab his hand but this time you don’t try to get him to talk. You are too focused on the silence that you miss him saying something. He squeezes your hand expectantly and you look at him.

“What was that?”

He sighs, “I just want to thank you for putting up with me.”

This gets you to turn fully towards him, “Brandon what are you talking about?”

“We had an awful season and played like shit and I’m sorry you have to deal with being married to someone who can barely succeed in their career.”

“Are you serious right now?” you can’t believe what you are hearing.

“I was just-” you cut him off.

“Do not apologize for something as dumb as me being with you.”

“You could do so much better,” he answers meekly.

“No I don’t think I could have and as my husband who I have been with for ten years I thought you would know me better by now.”

“I do know you.”

“Look Brandon,” you grab both of his hands, “I love you so much that I don’t know how to handle it sometimes. This season was not your fault by any means. You play for the Icehogs. Do you know what the Icehogs are?”

He is confused, “of course I know what they are. They are my team.”

“Exactly! Your team. That means that this was a team effort. You are not the only person who plays for them so this could not be your fault.”

He doesn’t know how to respond and his face remains expressionless so you aren’t sure what he is thinking. His eyes though are no longer red which you take as a win.

“C’mon,” you stand up, “go change and come eat dinner. I think I’ll need to heat it up again.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Brandon you need to eat something.”

He pulls you towards him so you stand between his legs, “can we just go to bed?”

You push his hair back away from his face, “yeah we can go to bed. Let me put the food away first and you need to get out of this suit.”

He nods and begins unbuttoning his shirt and you leave to put the food back in the fridge. At the last second you grab a protein bar from the pantry and plan to make him eat it. The last food he ate was hours before the game. This time when you enter the room he is dressed in his pajamas and pulling back the bed spread. You toss the protein bar at him which he catches easily and rolls his eyes. You change your own clothes while he eats it and then crawl under the covers next to him. You are on your respective side when you feel an arm reach out and wrap around your waist. Next thing you know you are held flush against your husband’s side and you tuck your head under his chin.

You are seconds away from drifting off when you hear a quiet, “thank you.”

“What was that?” you ask not moving your head.

“I said thank you.”

“Brandon we just had this talk.”

“No now I’m thanking you for being there for me.”

“We’re married. It was kind of in our vows to be there for each other.”

“Yeah well,” he huffs out a bit of a laugh, “thank you and I love you.”

You burrow your face into his chest, “I love you too.”

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Brandon Mashinter's height is 6ft 4in (1.93 m)Brandon Mashinter is Canadian ice hockeyBorn: 20 September, 1988Height: 6ft 4in (1.93 m)Weight: 235 lbs (106.6 kg)Astrological Sign: VirgoNationality: CanadianOccupation: Ice Hockey

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