#{ do not deny him the pantie dream Ella }

[troubatrain]

bad behavior - m. tkachuk

a/n: i don’t know when i started writing consistently but here we are. this another part of this series i was super excited about writing because this song is what put the idea in my head to begin with. quick shout out to @hookingminor​, @tkafuckit​, & @davidpastrsnack​ for reading my work and validating it because i swear i would never finish without you guys sometimes. hope you guys like it!

as per usual i recommend listing to the song while you read!

part of my lovely little lonely series

warnings: smut

“...you tell me, you're insecure, but don't be, stay soft, but don't be gentle, it's altogether mental...” - Bad Behavior - The Maine

I’m not a distraction am I?

Of fucking course you are, Matthew thought, buttoning up his dress shirt while he looked at the fresh marks he bit in your back not even fifteen minutes ago. You were the biggest distraction, Matthew forgoing his pre-game nap just for extra time with you between the sheets. You were a mistake he couldn’t stop making, ignoring the constant pull in his chest whenever you left because you didn’t do anything more than what you gave him.

Really, it was probably karmic punishment for all the shitty things Matthew’s done in his life. The universe would drop his dream girl in front of him but as it turns out, she played the game better than him. It wasn’t like he didn’t get a warning from your best friend Ella who’d been dating Sam from what seemed like the dawn of time. You were a heartbreaker, it was just how it was and that was how it’s going to be. Matthew ignored Ella, taking you home without a second thought because that’s what he wanted too. No Strings Attached. Turns out, he was in over his head when you left one night and the other side of Matthew’s bed felt cold for the first time in his life.

“You’re not a distraction pretty girl,” Matthew nods, curls bouncing against his forehead while he admires you from the otherside of his bedroom, “Are you coming tonight?”

“Are you going to be on your worst behavior?” You ask, rolling out of bed to collect your clothes Matthew never seemed to toss in one place. That’s why you were different, every person in his life telling him to ease up in his game - except you. You loved watching Matthew get into it on the ice because after those games the sex was just better.

Matthew chuckles, watching you unhook your panties from the lamp in the corner of the room and frowning when you saw the tear he ripped in them, “I’ll be on my worst behavior if you’re coming home with me later.”

“Twice in one day is pushing your luck Matthew,” You sigh dramatically, fixing his collar and flattening his tie, “And exhausting for me quite honestly.”

“I’ll be easy,” Matthew suggests, fingers gently pushing a piece of hair from in front of your face. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the moment. This made it so hard to keep your distance, the fact that Matthew was more of a gentle giant than he led on most of the time. Sure, he could pull your hair back when he hit it from behind and he made the dirtiest jokes in crowded rooms, but when all was said and done - he was kind. Someone would be lucky to have him one day, but that someone just couldn’t be you.

“You’ve never gone easy on me ever,” You giggle, pressing a kiss against Matthew’s jaw, “Good luck.”

***

Matthew didn’t know why he was so nervous about a silly All Star game, but he was. Maybe it was because it was at home, or maybe Brady’s last minute addition had him reconsidering. Either way, he’d been pacing for the last hour and trying to decide if he should tell you to stay home. He couldn’t do that, as if he was going to deny himself the small sliver of happiness he got every time you decided you wanted to see him. You were in charge, and it changed the playing field for Matthew entirely. It wasn’t like it usually was, Matthew being the one who often found themselves hanging by the phone in hopes you’d call. You didn’t, so Matthew got his hopes up and told you to stop by before he left for St. Louis.

“Hey All Star,” You muse, sneaking inside and taking off your coat. Matthew stops his pacing, smiling to himself that you actually showed up when he asked. No answer to his text, because why would you bother to let him know you were on your way. That would be too easy, and you weren’t by any means easy.

Matthew opened his mouth to ask you how your day was, but shut it once he realized he’d never get an answer. The only things he knew about you were learned from Ella and Sam, not a single detail of anything that happened outside of the walls of Matthew’s apartment was ever mentioned to him by you. You knew tons about him, because he opened up to you so easily it was breaking his heart that you wouldn’t do the same. He wondered why he did this to himself, why he didn’t just find someone who was obsessed with him. He liked the chase, Matthew’s athletic intuitions pushing him to strive for the best prize he could find, and you’d be the best of them all if he could have you.

Instead Matthew did what he always does, he pressed his lips to yours and pushed you up against the door. His hands were on your waist, an ironclad grip as if you’d slip right through his hands if he didn’t stop you. You probably would have.

“What’s wrong?” You question, Matthew confused as to how you knew something was up. His eyebrows furrowed, head cocking to the side like a puppy who was trying to figure out what a new sound was. You laugh, a melodic giggle carrying through Matthew’s almost barren apartment, “Your hands are right above my ass but you failed to touch it once, what’s up?”

“I’m, uh, nervous?” Matthew admits, his weaker parts of his brain succumbing to the pout on your lips. That pout could be what killed him. Matthew wasn’t dealing with it well, it being the newfound pressure he’d been feeling to be a top tier player. People expected him to turn it on for every game, and at first he loved it. Then he realized he no longer got the chance to slack off when all eyes were on him, Matthew had been internally crumbling ever since.

That wasn’t necessarily the only reason he’d been insecure lately. You weren’t helping, but you couldn’t be hurting him that much. Maybe you were. Matthew was trying really hard to be cool, but he was failing miserably. He got jealous more often than he liked to admit, and he was a liar if he didn’t deep dive your Instagram to see if you were very clearly seeing someone else. He was gone a lot, and you didn’t owe him any sort of explanation and he knew that. He knew he respected you enough not to ask but he liked you enough to care, and it was eating him alive.

“Pressure’s a lot, I just don’t feel like, you know,” Matthew explains, fumbling over his words and waving his hands because he didn’t want to say it. His voice got lower, words mumbled together when he spoke, “I’m insecure.”

“Don’t be,” You shrug, a wide confident smile on your face. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little surprised by Matthew, because as far as you knew he was a big bad guy, or at least he thought he was. You thought it was all bullshit, but you did often think that kind of pressure couldn’t be healthy. Every fiber of your being told you to run, that this was getting too emotional and if you didn’t stop you were going to ruin him forever. You did it all the time, your heart wasn’t built for more than a night and you were just accepting it. If you weren’t going to be able to stop self destructing anyone who tries to connect to you emotionally besides your loved ones you protected so fiercely - then you were going to have fun.

Which is what you thought you were getting into. You took Matthew home with nothing but his reputation spinning around in your head that he was the perfect conquest. Then you fucked, and it was too good to give up. So you kept him at arms length, never giving into those damn eyes and his frown whenever you left after you had sex. It was better that way, for both of you really.

“That’s all you got for me?” Matthew asks, stifling a laugh at your simple answer. He was admitting to you something he’s never let another soul know but you simply just shrugged.

“Okay, how about this,” You take a deep breath, snaking your hands under his shirt and grazing your nails against his skin.

You’re Matthew fucking Tkachuk. Your lips pressed against his jaw, a smirk gracing his face. You don’t give a fuck who’s in your way, you’ll hit them. Your lips moved to his ear, whispering softly. You’re what Doughty’s nightmares are made of. Your hands slipped down, playing with the waistband on his boxers. And you can score with the best of them, on and off the ice. Matthew laughed at that one, a smug smile back on his face where it rightfully should be. You have nothing to worry about.

Both of Matthew’s large hands landed on your cheeks, calloused fingers rubbing against your skin and his lips on yours. He didn’t need to say anything, he’d show you just how badly he needed that. Matthew pushed you towards his bedroom, your back hitting the plush mattress. You tossed your hoodie off, Matthew losing his at the same time. You admired him, the way his muscles were defined in the moonlight from his windows. Matthew’s hands slid down your back, unclasping your bra with one hand and smirking to himself when it slid off. You stroked his ego for a reason, one that ran a chill up your spine while he pressed kisses down your body.

“You’re fucking sexy,” Matthew mutters into your skin, sliding off your leggings and eyes practically rolling to the back of his head when a pair of lacy red panties caught his attention. His finger slid underneath them, fingers slick from your core, “And wet too huh?”

“Do you plan on doing something about it or should I call someone else,” You tease, Matthew’s free hand gripped your thigh when you spoke, jealousy coursing through his veins. He finger pulled against your panties, a loud rip catching your attention, “Matthew!”

“Don’t joke like that then, I’ll take care of you just fine on my fucking own,” Matthew growls, lips ghosting your clit. You whimper, running a hair through Matthew’s hair. His tongue lapped at your pussy, trying to remind you just why you couldn’t shake him. He was competitive, and if he had to fight for his spot in your line up he’d do it. You were a mess, a string of curses falling through your lips and your moans echoing in the room.

“Matty, fuck,” You let out a cry, gripping his curls tightly. Matthew flicked your clit with his tongue, a gasp leaving your mouth. Matthew went to overdrive, his well skilled tongue moving quickly to send you over the edge. You grinded against his mouth, his hands holding down your waist so he could keep going while you came on his face. You finally push his head back, unable to take anymore.

Matthew crawls back up your body, capturing your lips with his and kicking off his boxers. You push him onto his back gently, a smug smile on his face and his hands landing behind his head, “A show?”

“Shut up,” You shake your head, letting out a laugh while you straddle Matthew. You pumped him a few times, lining his cock up with your pussy and easing yourself onto him.

“You look so good on top of me,” Matthew muses, a cocky tone to his voice. You grab the overgrown curls on the nape of his neck, rolling your hips against him and smirking when a groan left his lips, “My perfect fucking girl.”

Matthew’s hand smacked your ass while you rode him at your own speed. His free hand gripped your hip, speeding up your pace. Matthew loved being on top, a translation of his control that he desperately craved, but he let you do whatever you wanted. His hand snuck up your body, hand gently gripping your neck, “If you leave a mark this time Matthew-”

Matthew chuckles, remembering the borderline vicious threats you sent him the last time his grip got a little too tight and you didn’t realize until the next day. Matthew pulls you down to meet his lips, flipping you over onto your and back wrapping on your legs around his waist. His forehead pressed against yours, something you noticed he'd been doing more often lately, “Cum for me, fuck, c’mon.”

“Harder,” You nod, eager to chase your high and give him what you knew he wanted. He liked to get you off, the satisfaction of pleasing you did it for him, Matthew often bragging about how much a giver he really was. Your pussy fluttered around him, Matthew pulling his cock out and spilling onto your stomach. He looked down at you, completely fucked out with his cum on you like you were his. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen from his while you caught your breath, “Shit.”

Matthew laughs lightly, walking into the en suite bathroom to get you a towel. He was always gentle afterwards, taking care of you after he absolutely wrecked you as if it was going to remind you that maybe he deserved more than you were giving to anyone else. You tuck your head into Matthew’s pillow, sleep about to take over your body. You never stayed, your own little rule because you just knew if you let him hold you it would be over, “Just stay, you look tired pretty girl.”

Matthew’s voice was gentle, his finger running along your bareback lightly while he offered you a shirt in the other. He wanted you to stay so badly, “Matty-”

“My flight leaves in a few hours, it’s like a nap,” Matthew whispers, and you smile at his excuse for you to sleepover. You nod, sitting up and tossing on whatever gray t-shirt he’d given you. You didn’t know, but it was his favorite shirt in the world, the fabric soft like a tee that had been well loved.

Matthew was supposed to have woken you up before he left, dropping you off at your place before he headed to the airport to go home. He was going to, he swore he really was, but when he was leaving you looked so damn cute snoring away in his favorite shirt. So he left you a note, telling you to lock up before you left and that he’d see you the day he got back. You woke up peacefully, the light shining through the floor to ceiling windows in Matthew’s apartment and rolling your eyes at his note. You grab your phone, smiling when you notice he left it charging for you. 

You told me it was a nap.

Maybe you shouldn’t look so cute when you sleep then.

You roll over screaming in the pillow because you were going to ruin him.

***

Matthew had enough of the waiting game.

It's been nine days since that night and Matthew was losing his fucking mind. He was playing like absolute garbage, his name off the scoresheet since the All Star break. Matthew was lashing out left and right, both against the opposition and his own friends when they grew concerned. He thought about moving on, even calling up an old fling. That didn’t end well, Matthew moaning your name by accident in bed and then she left almost immediately after. He was frustrated with himself for getting this invested, but you were intoxicating. Matthew left the Saddledome after another shit game and drove to your place, with the intent that you were either going to hear him out or he was going to have to cut you out of his life.

“Hi?” You were confused when you saw him on the other side of the door, you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. You were already pressed, wondering what Matthew thought he was doing banging on your apartment door. He looked pissed, bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days and you were already rolling your eyes at the tweets about him being a bust.

“I can’t do this shit anymore,” Matthew steps inside, stomping into your space and gritting his words, “You have this hold on me, and I know I told you I could be cool about this but I can’t be. I’m fucking jealous of every other dude you could be with and I think about it all the time-”

“And I’m a heartless bitch,” You hiss, every wall you had just got taller. Your words could cut like a knife, and you were ready to let Matthew have it, “I’ve heard it from everyone, I ruin people Matthew, save me the argument.”

“You’re not going to ruin me, I know you, fuck,” Matthew steps forward, every bit of anger in his body disappearing when he saw the way you lip was starting to quiver. His voice got lower, his thumb running along your jaw, “I know you think you bring out the worst in me, but you bring out my best too.”

“I’m going to hurt you, I always do,” You whisper, averting your eyes down so you didn’t have to look at him.

“Then hurt me later,” Matthew took this as his turn to shrug, try and take a page in your book and be a little nonchalant, “For now, could we just try this out? No games, no one else, just us.”

“This is bad for you Matthew,” You give him one more warning, pulling him closer to you and tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Be bad for me then,” Matthew groans, grabbing a handful of your ass and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Matthew!”

[davidpastrsnack]

back for more - matthew tkachuk

a/n: first of all idk what this title is i just wanted to post this lol. back with more matty but this time with a splash of smut. wasn’t expecting it to be so filthy but here we are. let me know what you think! (it seriously means the world to get feedback)

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

You grew up in St. Louis, becoming quite close with the Tkachuk family when they moved in next door. You were basically inseparable from Brady and Taryn, but Matthew had been another story. He knew exactly how to piss you off, somehow managing to strike a nerve with every comment he threw your way. It didn’t help that he made you so nervous, he was attractive and he knew it. No matter how much both your parents tried, there was no way you two could peacefully coexist. Safe to say you avoided him at all costs, which wasn’t a lot with how close your families were. When Matthew left for Calgary, you finally got a break, able to enjoy your time at the Tkachuk house without his constant bickering. 

Fast forward four years and you were offered your dream job right out of college. But there was a catch: it was in Calgary. It wasn’t even a decision to be made, this was the opportunity of a lifetime and you knew that the city was big enough to avoid Matthew. Except apparently it wasn't, and now you were stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of winding up in his bed. 

You were lucky enough to know one of the other girls that worked at your company, quickly falling into an easy friendship with her. It was Saturday night and you and Ella decided to go out, both looking your absolute best. You went for all black, throwing on your favorite jeans, v-neck bodysuit, and heeled booties. As soon as you walked into the bar, you were hit with the dense, warm air, your attention drawn straight to one of the tvs showing highlights of the Flames win that night. You scoffed, not even wanting to think about Matthew, and pulled Ella to go get your first round. Soon enough, you found yourself talking to a guy at the bar, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. But little did you know the young guys of the Flames had just walked in, in the mood to celebrate their win. Matthew felt his breath hitch in his throat the second he saw you. He knew you had moved to the city, his mom begging him to reach out and make you feel welcome, but of course he hadn’t. What he didn’t know is how unbelievably good you looked. He had always harboured a crush for you, something about the sweet girl next door just doing it for him. But you quickly became close with Brady and he didn’t want to intervene if there was something there. So in typical teenage boy fashion he did his best to annoy you at all times. By the time it was clear that you and Brady were just friends, he had already established his dislike for you and felt that it was too late to backtrack. But now here you were. Maybe it was the way your jeans perfectly cupped your ass or the high he was still riding from scoring two goals just hours before, but Matthew headed straight towards you. 

There was no denying that the guy in front of you was hot, but something about his personality was straight up boring you. Just as you began plotting your escape, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You eagerly turned, expecting it to be Ella coming back from the bathroom, but your face dropped when you saw him. “Matthew,” you sighed, a self-satisfied smirk already on his face. 

“Long time no see Y/N, hmm?” he grinned. 

You may have hated him, but you couldn’t say he wasn’t beautiful. He towered over you, messy brown curls falling onto his forehead just above his baby blue eyes. His black t-shirt fit him perfectly, tight on his broad shoulders and around his biceps. His scent was intoxicating, daring you to move closer to his frame. And that’s when you knew you were a goner. 

He somehow charmed you into coming home with him that night, not that you were putting up much of a fight. Nearly two months later, you found yourself under his spell, spending night after night together. 

Tonight was no different. After a long east coast road trip, Matthew was begging you to come over despite the early hour of the morning. And that’s where you found yourself, pressed up against his door weakening beneath his body. His hands were heavy on your waist, moving his mouth from yours to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. You whimpered as he started to suck your sweet spot between his teeth, feeling him smirk against your soft skin as he wound you up. “Matt- Matthew, please,” you begged, hands gently pulling his curls making him groan. With just a few touches he had you dripping for him, no one compared to the way he worshiped your body. He moved his hands down your body, splaying across your ass then your thighs. He gently tapped them urging you to jump, which you did right away, gasping when you felt how hard he was against you as you wrapped your legs around his hips. 

“What do you want babygirl? You just gotta tell me,” Matthew whispered in your ear, making sure to grind into your core a little extra as he spoke. 

“Fuck,” you whined. “Your t-tongue, your fingers. Please Matty.”

Matthew moved to carry you into his bedroom, continuing his assault on your neck. “Whatever my girl wants she gets.” You tried not to overthink his possessive language, and luckily you were quickly distracted as he dropped you on his bed. You couldn’t help but giggle as you bounced on the soft material, him grinning down at you, eyes full of admiration. It was moments like these that made you question the original agreement of just sex. He could be so sweet, so respectful. But you didn’t let yourself go there, knowing he had no interest in a relationship, especially not with his former childhood enemy.  

Your thoughts were interrupted as Matthew went back to work, lips reattaching to your neck and rough hands slipping underneath your sweatshirt. You arched up into him in desperate need of more friction. He was taking his sweet time marking up your collarbone, but you couldn’t wait any longer, pushing him off your body so you could pull off your top. 

“Someone’s eager,” he chirped with a smirk. 

“Oh shut up,” you snapped back, pushing his head further down your body. 

Matthew chuckled and wrapped his hands around your back, gracefully unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. His pink lips trailed down, covering your boobs in fresh bruises, the partially healed ones still lingering from previous nights. Once he reached the band of your leggings he wasted no time pulling them off your legs in one swift motion, but he left your panties behind. He wasn’t quite done teasing you. Matthew hooked both your legs over his shoulders, settling in. His dominant hand moved to finally ghost your core, fingers faintly dragging up the black lace. He smiled up at you as he took in the sight in front of him. You were squirming beneath him, already losing control of your body completely. His thumb rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles, your arousal becoming visible through the material. 

“Mattttty,” you whined, begging him to do something, anything. 

He normally hated that nickname, it reeked of desperation from girls he had no plans of calling again. But when it fell from your lips he felt his dick twitch and his heart melt. No matter how many times he told himself differently, you weren’t just another girl and deep down he knew it.   

“Okay, okay princess. I got you,” he cooed, finally pulling your panties off. “Fuck,” he groaned as he saw you glistening before him, “So wet for me baby.”

He delved right in, dragging his tongue up your slit, reveling in hearing your moans as he finally gave you what you needed so desperately. Your hands flew straight to his head, pulling at his curls making him moan into you. Slowly but surely he reached your clit, wrapping his swollen lips around it before detaching his mouth with a pop. 

“Mhm, you taste so fucking good babygirl,” he groaned. 

You didn’t have time to respond before he went back to work, tongue massaging your clit just right. You had learned very quickly that this boy knew exactly what he was doing. With one finger he teased your entrance, feeling you out before sliding it in. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, your back arching off the mattress as he curled it against your g-spot perfectly.   

Matthew smirked against you, blue eyes lifting to lock with your gaze. He added another finger and picked up his pace. He knew you were close, and he also knew just how to finish you off. He flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head back and forth, arm resting heavy on your waist to keep you from moving.

“Ma-Matty I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck,” you yelled out, not holding back in the least bit. His name continued to fall out of your lips in a chant as you reached your high. 

Matthew milked you through your orgasm, making sure to look up and watch as you fell apart. It was his favorite sight: the way your back arched, face twisted, and legs shaked. He finally slowed his movements, pulling back to watch your cum spill out as he removed his fingers. You sat up on your elbows trying to regain your breath, in awe of the man in front of you and the earth shattering orgasms he never failed to give you. He locked eyes with you, a devilish smirk on his face as he moved to suck his fingers clean. 

“Feel better?” He teased with a self-satisfied grin on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, dragging him up by his shirt to kiss him, sighing as you tasted yourself on his tongue. He gently bit your bottom lip, making you pull away to urge him to shed his clothes.

--------

Two more orgasms later, you fell back against the mattress, chest rising with each breath as your body started to come down. Matthew laid next to you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck and his arm heavy across your waist. The two of you stayed like this for several minutes, basking in one another’s warmth. Neither of you would ever admit it, but this was your favorite moment of the night. That short bit of time when it was acceptable for fuck buddies to hold each other right after sex. But eventually you found yourself fighting everything within you and escaping from his grasp, moving to the bathroom to go clean up. Like usual, Matthew loosened his grip on you and watched you walk away, the door closing behind you. 

Normally he would push his feelings to the side and let you leave, but he didn’t know if he could handle pretending tonight. Before he could talk himself out of it, he got out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of boxers and grabbing a t-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to emerge, heart beating out of his chest. 

When you opened the door, you were expecting to see Matthew already half asleep, mumbling a goodbye to you. Early on in your arrangement, he insisted you stayed over in the guestroom, not wanting you to go home alone so late, but you refused. The best he got out of you was a text when you got home safe. You just couldn’t allow yourself to wake up in his apartment, that would be a cruel joke to your true feelings. But tonight, he was waiting up for you, a t-shirt in his hand. 

You gave him a confused look, suddenly feeling very exposed in front of him. 

Matthew moved his hands out to you, urging you to grab the shirt.

“What are you doing?” you questioned. There was no way this was what you hoped it was, he wouldn’t.

“Put it on,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Wha-,”

“I can’t do this anymore, okay? I can’t watch you leave every night and then fall asleep alone wishing I was holding you. So put the shirt on and get back in bed.”

It was almost like you didn’t believe him. You gave him another quizzical look, to which he responded by gesturing it towards you again. You finally reached out and grabbed the shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. It was big, and you couldn’t deny that your heart fluttered as the soft fabric fell over your frame. You hesitantly moved towards the bed, climbing back under the sheets. Matthew slid in behind you, immediately reaching and grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

You stayed silent for a minute, but your mind wouldn’t shut off. You couldn’t just pretend that this was normal. 

“You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re not that dumb,” you mumbled at the end. 

He scoffed, but it quickly turned into a chuckle as you turned in his arms and he saw your face, laced with confusion. 

“What is there to talk about?” he smirked. 

“Matty,” you warned, not blind to how his cheeks pinkened at the name.  

Matthew sighed, “Look, Y/N, I don’t think you hate me as much as you pretend to. And I’m telling you that I never hated you like it seemed for all those years. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure we’ve been exclusively hooking up for a while now and fuck, I want more,” he declared. 

You of course agreed with him, but you decided to have a little fun. 

“How do you know you’re not just one of many on my roster, hmm?” you teased, but he saw right through you. 

“You’re here almost every night I’m not away. I would honestly be impressed if you were doing that,” he laughed as he looked down at you, moving his hand to play with your hair. 

You didn’t even have words, just cupping his cheek and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was staring at you with the softest eyes, and after so long you finally let yourself stare back. 

“Okay but I’m not telling our parents. That’s on you,” you spoke. 

“Umm, about that, I already told my mom-”

“You told your mom that we’re fucking! What is wrong with you Matthew?” you exclaimed, playfully hitting his bare chest as he burst into laughter. 

“No! I just told her we started hanging out a little bit. That’s all baby.”

“Oh thank god,” you sighed, relieved that the woman you basically considered a second mother didn’t know that your relationship with her son started as a Saturday night bar hook up. 

After another fit of giggles, the physical and emotional exhaustion of the night finally struck. You turned into Matthew’s body and nuzzled into his chest, his arms holding you close. His lips grazed your forehead, whispering goodnight. But just when you felt your eyes slipping shut, you heard that voice one more time. 

“I should probably tell you though, Brady knows about the fucking.”

“Mathewwwww,” you groaned into his skin, feeling your body shake as his vibrated with laughter. 

Even though you had a lot of explaining to do back home, you were so happy to have the pest by your side through it all. 

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Anam Cara (Chapter 3)

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

Luna was sat with Solis, enjoying the breeze that was sweeping through her hair and the sun kissing her face.

“Luna...it’s time to go back now.” Solis said softly as she cradled Luna’s face in her hands.

“I don’t want to go.” Luna protested sadly.

“You need to, they need you.” She explained.

Before Luna had a chance to argue she suddenly woke up with a start. Every inch of her body hurt and she noticed she was in someone’s bed. She remembered being attacked and then hearing a few guys who were helping her, but it was a little blurry. She sat up slowly, wincing at the stitches in her side pulling, and walked to the door. She could make out voices on the other side and decided to listen to assess the situation and decide what to do. She couldn’t deny she was nervous after what happened. She pressed her ear to the door but frowned when she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

“Cad é atá muid ag dul a insint di? (What are we going to tell her?)” Murphy asked in Gaelic.

“Ar dtús, rud ar bith. Táimid i dont iarraidh a scanradh an cailín. Ní mór dúinn chun rudaí mall ghlacadh. (At first, nothing. We don't want to scare the girl. We need to take things slow.)” Connor replied firmly.

“Níl mé ag iarraidh a luí di. (I don't want to lie to her.)” Murphy admitted.

“Nach bhfuil muid ina luí, táimid Shiarchoinneálach ach eolas. Táimid ag i dont iarraidh a scanradh an cailín bocht. (We aren't lying, we are just withholding information. we don't want to scare the poor girl.)” Connor replied.

“For fuck sakes guys, you know I hate it when you do that shit. I can’t understand what the fuck you’re saying!” Romeo complained, earning laughter from the twins. There was silence, multiple footsteps and then a door closing, Luna breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more comfortable to explore her surroundings without people there. To be safe she waited another few minutes trying to gather herself before she left the safety of this nice room. She took this time to peek around the room and noticed the bed wasn’t really a bed, but two double mattresses pushed side by side. There were a few cupboards but apart from that the room was quite bare. With just her panties and a large t shirt, she cracked the door open and peered out. She couldn't see the full room from where she was but she could see a pool table and some random bits of furniture, and some other doors on the other side. She slipped out of the door and was startled by the man sat on one of the sofas watching t.v.

“Oh hey, you’re awake! I'm Romeo.” He smiled. Luna smiled back awkwardly and tugged the bottom of the t shirt down shyly.

“I'm Luna. Um...do you know where my clothes are?” She asked quietly feeling awkward.

“Yeah the doc had to cut them off to patch you up. But the guys have just gone to grab some food and something for you to wear.” He explained kindly. There was a slightly awkward silence until he spoke again.

“You should take these, doctors orders.” He smiled as he handed Luna the painkillers and antibiotics with a glass of water and she took them gratefully. They stood in an uncomfortable silence for around another ten minutes not really knowing what to say. Luna could feel Romeos anxiety as he awaited his friends and she was struggling to stay calm herself.

“Thanks for saving me by the way.” She smiled gratefully.

“Was nothing, wasn’t really me, thank the guys when they get back.” He explained with a small smile.

Luna picked her water back up and as she took another sip of water the door burst open. The boys came bounding in with bags in their arms, pushing and shoving each other whilst laughing about something. Luna gasped and dropped the glass in shock, making it shatter across the floor. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she saw her boys stood there looking at her. They were the ones to save her, of all the people it could have been. Her hands were trembling and she just stood there. Murphy glanced at Connor looking worried.

Do ye t’ink we scared her?

I’m not sure Murph.

“Ye alright t'ere lass?” Connor asked carefully as he and Murphy slowly approached her. Luna snapped out of her daze feeling stupid, she must look crazy she thought to herself.

“Um...yeah, sorry. I’m Luna.” She smiled awkwardly, still pulling the top down to cover herself.

“Beautiful name fer a beautiful girl.” Murphy smiled making Luna blush.

“T-thanks. Thanks for saving me too, I don’t want to think what would have happened if you hadn't found me.” She admitted looking at the brothers.

“T’was nothin’ lass. I see ye already met Romeo, I’m-“ Connor started before he was cut off by Luna.

“Connor and Murphy, The Saints, I know.” She blurted out and instantly cringed and wanted to smack herself in the head, how the fuck would she explain that one. They looked at her pretty confused.

“¿Cómo diablos sabe ella que ustedes son? (How the hell does she know who you guys are?)” Romeo asked slightly panicked. They didn’t need to get caught right now, he hoped bringing this girl back wasn’t a mistake.

“No puta idea. (I don’t fucking know.)” Connor replied.

“How do ye know t'at love?” Murphy asked softly, he didn’t want to scare Luna.

“I um...you’ll think I’m fucking crazy.” Luna admitted as she bit her lip and looked at the floor.

“Try us lass, ye’ll find we're quite open minded.” Connor winked, trying to put her at ease.

Luna sat down on the sofa with Murphy next to her, Romeo and Connor were on the sofa opposite them. They got the pizza out they had bought and placed it on the coffee table, so everyone could help themselves.

“Its a really long story, and quite fucking depressing to be honest. But the short version is, when I was five my dad killed my twin sister and tried to kill me. Ever since I nearly died, I have been...different.” She explained. Connor and Murphy looked at each other feeling a little sick.

She lost her fuckin’ twin.

I know, I can’t even imagine losin’ ye.

“O’ course ye’ll be different love, losin’ ye sister like t'at's bound to change ye.” Murphy said softly.

“I mean different as in...weird. I started seeing things, I can feel people’s energy and their feelings, and I started having premonitions in my dreams.” She paused to try to gauge their reactions and see if they thought she was crazy yet but they seemed fine so far.

“When I was 18 I had a premonition of The Saints, years before you even became The Saints. You were sleeping in a police cell and had a dream with your calling from God.” She bit her lip a looked at them, they were now looking a little shocked. She knew she had a reign it in a little, she couldn’t tell them she dreamt of them all the time and how much she cared about them.

“I’ve had a few premonitions since, like before your friend Rocco died. You guys were bound to chairs and he was shot, and Murphy, you begged Connor to break your hand to get out of the cuffs. And your dad was there at the end. That one was pretty intense.” She said sadly.

“Well fuck, this is fucking crazy.” Romeo sighed.

“Debemos decirle. (We should tell her.)” Murphy pushed staring at Connor.

“Todavía no hermano, tomar con calma. (Not yet brother, take it slow.)” Connor said firmly.

Luna sat there patiently whilst they conversed among themselves in what she thought was Spanish, no doubt about how fucking crazy she is and how to ditch her somewhere.

“Look, I don’t know why I have these dreams about you, why we are connected, but I swear I’m not crazy.” She explained.

“We don't t’ink ye are lass, don’t worry.” Connor smiled warmly at her, she smiled back feeling somewhat relieved.

“What can ye tell us about t' pricks t'at attacked ye?” Murphy asked as he placed a comforting hand on her knee, earning a pointed glare from Connor.

Deartháir mall. (Slow brother.)

Focáil leat. (Fuck off.)

“I know I was fucking stupid going down that alley at night, even my gut told me not to, but I still fucking did anyway like a dick. There was three of them, they came out of nowhere and one of them grabbed me and hit my head on the wall. It made me feel sick and I couldn’t focus properly, couldn't really fight back at first. The fucking assholes didn’t even want to rob me, they just wanted sex, and when I told them to go fuck themselves they didn’t appreciate it. That’s when they started beating the shit out of me. Then one was being look out whilst the others pinned me down. When the asshole who was pinning my legs down stopped to undo his pants I kicked him in the nuts, that’s what earned me my lovely stab wound.” She explained.

“For a pretty little lady, you sure say fuck alot.” Romeo mused.

“Seriously, out o’ everythin’ she just fuckin’ said, t'at’s what ye focus on?” Connor asked with a small amused smile. Luna just chuckled.

“Can ye describe t’em love? Anythin’ t'at makes t'em stand out?” Murphy asked remaining serious.

“Well there wasn’t before but there is now.” Luna smirked making the men look at her quizzically.

“I may have managed to grab the knife before they got away and stabbed the main rapey asshole in the shoulder...and sliced his face.” She admitted with a proud smile.

“Well shit.” Murphy smiled in amusement as he proudly patted her on the back.

“Good work lass. It’ll make findin’ t'em a little easier.” Connor said with a smile.

“Well I sure as shit wasn’t going to let them rape me, I’d fucking die before that would happen.” She told them. The twins smirked at each other.

Our girls got balls brother.

Damn right she fuckin’ has.

“You know I can feel it when you guys do that.” Luna stated as she looked at the twins.

“Do what?” Connor asked.

“The telepathy thing. I mean I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying to each other, but the atmosphere changes. It’s like there’s this electric current, I can feel it.” She admitted. The boys looked at each other amazed.

“We'll keep t'at in mind.” Connor winked at her, making her blush.

“Oh yeah, we got some clothes fer ye, we checked t' size o' yer dress so t'ey should fit.” Murphy smiled as he handed her a bag, she took it gratefully.

“And we’d prefer it if ye stayed here wit' us at least ‘til yer stitches get removed.” Connor told her.

“I really don’t know how to thank you guys.” She grinned as she looked in the bag, they’d got her a dress similar to the one she had, some jeans, a few tops and a shorts and tank pyjama set.

“Ye don’t have to t'ank us love.” Murphy smiled.

“Would it be ok if I showered? I feel like shit.” Luna admitted sheepishly.

“O’ course lass, ‘til yer healed, t'is is yer home too. We'll show ye where it is.” Connor grinned as he and Murphy both stood up. Luna followed them with the bag of clothes into the bathroom.

“Ye gonna need to wrap up yer wound so it doesn’t get wet.” Murphy told her as he quickly left the room. He returned a minute later with a plastic bag and some tape.

“Would you guys be able to do it for me? I can’t twist my side without pulling my stitches.” She asked sweetly.

The boys nodded and smiled so Luna carefully removed the top she was wearing, she wasn’t sure who’s it was but it smelt heavenly. She blushed as she stood there in just her underwear in front of them. They tried not to look at her but their eyes couldn’t help but sneak peaks at her.

Jesus Christ she’s fuckin’ perfect.

Lord’s fuckin’ name...she is perfect t'ough

The twins smirked at each other as they got to work, Connor placing the bag over the wound, and Murphy taping it off. When they were done they left Luna in peace to shower. She relished the water as it washed away the trauma of the day, but she couldn’t help smiling. As horrible as it was, if she wasn’t attacked she wouldn’t have met the twins. After she showered she put on her panties and pyjamas, foregoing her bra as it was pushing on her bruised ribs. You could see her nipple bars poking through her tank top but she didn’t care. She left the room and padded barefoot into the lounge where the men were all laughing and joking. She plopped herself down on the sofa next to Connor. She noticed Romeo had gone quiet and looked over to see him staring at her breasts.

“Eyes are up here Romeo.” She smirked as his gazed snapped upwards and he looked slightly embarrassed.

“Were ye just lookin’ at her fuckin’ tits?” Murphy asked with narrowed eyes.

“Well...Yeah. But its hard not to, she has her fucking nipples pierced.” He smiled as he gestured towards her. She then noticed the brothers eyes now on her chest too and blushed as she crossed her arms to stop them looking.

“Any ot'er piercings love?” Murphy smirked with a wink.

“Holy shit.” She laughed as she covered her now blushing face.

“I t’ink t'at’s a yes brot'er.” Connor chuckled as playfully nudged her shoulder.

“You guys are assholes, you’re lucky your The Saints. “ She laughed as she did a fake pout.

“We're only messing wit' ye lass.” Connor smiled.

“Yeah and its not our fault t'at yer so beautiful.” Murphy smirked, making her blush again. These boys were going to drive her crazy, she just knew it.

“So do you have any spare blankets for the sofa for me?” She asked them.

“Yer not sleepin’ on t' fuckin’ sofa. We're gentlemen lass, and our ma would fuckin’ kill us.” Connor said firmly.

“I’ll be fine, you’ve already done so much for me, I’m not taking your bed too.” She argued.

“Are ye insane? Yer fuckin’ injured. T'ere’s no way I’m lettin’ ye sleep on t' sofa. And if ye try I’ll just sleep on t' floor anyway so t' bed will be empty fer nothin’.” Murphy scolded.

“Fine, but why don’t you sleep in the middle of the mattresses and I’ll stick to the side? I don't want you to be uncomfortable for me. You won't even know I’m there.” She smiled. Once the sleeping arrangements were settled they all decided to go to bed, Romeo going to the small spare room he had claimed and Luna and the twins going to their room.

“Which side is yours Murph?” She asked as she walked in.

“T' left love.” He smiled as he and Connor stripped their t shirts and jeans off, making Luna blush and look away as she climbed onto the surprisingly comfy mattress. The blankets and pillow smelt like the top and she realised it was probably Murphy's top she had worn. She got settled in when Connor turned the light off, she felt the mattress dip down near her and heard Connor get in his side. Before long she was fast asleep worrying she was going to wake up and it would all have been a dream.