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[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up, festive buttercups! 🎄✨

We’re back with another chapter of Sexy Christmas, and this one is for all my Matthew Tkachuk fans. 🖤 Who doesn’t love a little teasing, a little heat, and a whole lot of “naughty list” energy? Matthew had an absolute blast starring in this cheeky, steamy tale, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

As always, thank you for all the love and feedback—it keeps this holiday magic alive! Let me know what you think of this naughty little treat, and don’t forget to tell me if Matthew’s making your naughty list this year 🎁🔥

Merry reading, my lovelies!

xo ❤️

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Santa’s Naughty List - Matthew Tkachuk

The hockey player teases OC about being on Santa’s naughty list, but by the end of the night, it’s clear they’re both interested in exploring who’s been the naughtiest this Christmas.

Tropes & warnings: 18+ smut, Matthew Tkachuk x reader, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), sexual intercourse with guests in the house

Word count: 2.7K

The annual team Christmas party at the captain’s residence was in full swing, a mix of laughter, holiday music, and the clinking of glasses filling the room. Matthew Tkachuk had been his usual self all evening—charming, quick with a joke, and somehow always finding his way back to you no matter where you moved in the room.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to exchange playful banter, but tonight, there was something else in his tone, something that sent shivers down your spine whenever his gaze lingered a little too long.

You were standing by the bar, sipping a glass of wine, when he approached again, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Careful there,” he teased, nodding to your glass. “Too much of that and Santa might just keep you on the naughty list.”

You raised an eyebrow, matching his playful tone. “Oh? And what makes you so sure I’m on the naughty list?”

Matthew stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you in the dim light. His voice dropped slightly, the teasing edge still there but laced with something deeper. “I’ve got my reasons,” he said, his eyes trailing over you briefly before locking onto yours. “But I guess we’ll just have to find out how naughty you’ve been, won’t we?”

Your cheeks warmed, though you refused to let him see you falter. “Bold of you to assume I’m the naughty one. What about you?”

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone low and inviting. “I’ve made peace with being on that list a long time ago.”

The heat in his voice, combined with the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, sent a thrill through you. You weren’t sure if it was the wine, the festive atmosphere, or just the way Matthew seemed to have your full attention tonight, but your heart was racing.

“Prove it,” you said, surprising even yourself with the challenge in your voice.

Matthew’s grin widened, and for a moment, you could see the flicker of surprise before he leaned even closer, his hand brushing lightly against your arm. “Careful what you wish for,” he warned, his voice a husky whisper.

The party continued around you, but it felt as if the two of you were in your own little bubble. When Matthew reached for your hand, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary, you followed him without question as he guided you away from the noise and into a quieter corner of the house.

The room, seemingly a mix of a home office and lounge area, he led you to was warm and softly lit, the faint glow of Christmas lights from outside spilling through the window. He closed the door behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place making your breath hitch.

Matthew turned to face you, his eyes dark and filled with an intensity that made your pulse race. “Now,” he said, his voice steady, his hands finding your hips as he stepped closer, “let’s see who’s really been naughty.”

You tilted your head, your hands finding their way to his chest, your fingers grazing over the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. “I think we both know the answer to that.”

He smirked, his hands sliding up your sides as he pulled you flush against him. “Then it’s only fair we settle this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, the tension between you igniting like a spark catching fire.

Your hands moved to his neck, tangling in his curly hair as his grip on your waist tightened. His lips were insistent, his movements deliberate, as if he’d been holding back for far too long.

“Matts,” you breathed, his name falling from your lips as he kissed along your jawline, his hands exploring with a mix of confidence and reverence.

“Just tell me to stop,” he murmured against your skin, though his actions made it clear he hoped you wouldn’t.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

Matthew’s lips claimed yours with a playful urgency, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you against him, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest when your breath hitched. The chaise pressed against the back of your legs, and with a teasing nudge, he guided you down onto the soft cushions, his body following close behind.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he hovered over you, his dark eyes gleaming in the firelight. “Who would’ve thought Santa’s naughtiest little elf would look this good under me?”

You rolled your eyes, though your grin gave you away. “Says the guy who’s been on the naughty list for years.”

“Touché,” he replied, dipping his head to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, making you shiver as his hands slid beneath your blouse, fingers splaying across your bare waist. “But tonight… I think I’m about to outdo myself.”

“Oh, really?” you teased, your fingers finding their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Your breath caught slightly as his broad, toned chest came into view. “Show me what you’ve got, Tkachuk.”

“I told you: careful what you wish for,” he shot back with a wink, his lips curving into a wicked grin before capturing yours again. The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing yours as his hands moved higher, pulling your blouse off and tossing it aside.

His eyes roamed over you, lingering just long enough to make you squirm. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. “If this is what being on the naughty list gets me, I’m staying there forever.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it quickly turned into a gasp as his lips trailed lower, tracing the curve of your collarbone before descending to the swell of your chest. His hands made quick work of your bra, and when it joined the growing pile of discarded clothing, he leaned back just enough to take in the sight of you again.

“Absolutely perfect,” he murmured, his hands sliding to your waist as his lips followed the path of his gaze. His kisses grew bolder, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your back arch beneath him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as he worked his way lower, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. “Matts,” you said, your voice trembling but laced with a teasing edge. “Are you just going to admire me all night, or…?”

He grinned against your skin, his hands hooking into the waistband of your trousers. “Patience, babe,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mischief. “Santa’s got a whole list to check off.”

You laughed, but again, it quickly turned into a gasp as he tugged your trousers down, his hands sliding over your bare thighs with deliberate slowness. “Mat- Mmm…” you began, but the words died on your lips as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just above your hip.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked up at you. “I’ll make sure you get exactly what you deserve.”

Matthew’s hands gripped your thighs firmly, his thumbs brushing over your skin in slow, teasing circles. The firelight flickered, casting shadows that danced across the room, but all you could focus on was him—his smirk, his dark eyes that seemed to burn with unspoken promises, and the way he made your breath hitch with every deliberate touch.

He trailed kisses along your inner thigh, his lips warm and lingering, each one building the tension that was already crackling between you. “You’ve been good at hiding just how bad you want this,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with amusement, his hands slipping higher.

“Matt…” you breathed, your voice catching as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down with agonising slowness. The cool air hit your skin for only a moment before his warm hands replaced it, his touch confident but maddeningly slow.

“I said patience, babe,” he teased, his lips hovering just above the sensitive spot that had you arching into him. “I’m enjoying this way too much to rush.”

Your fingers curled into the chaise beneath you as his lips finally found your core, his touch gentle at first, exploring and deliberate, like he was savouring every moment. The heat of his mouth and the firm pressure of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your hips bucking slightly against him as a soft moan escaped your lips.

“God, you’re so needy,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and hunger as he glanced up at you. His hands slid to your hips, holding you steady as he pressed deeper, his movements growing bolder, more purposeful. Each stroke, each swirl of his tongue was designed to drive you closer to the edge, and the way he watched your every reaction only added to the intensity.

You gasped his name, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging lightly as he continued his slow, deliberate assault on your senses. “Matthew… I—”

“Mmm yes, that's it,” he murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating through you as he worked you closer to your climax. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

The heat built steadily, his touch never faltering, his hands and lips working in perfect harmony until the tension inside you snapped. Your release crashed over you, leaving you trembling in his hands, his name spilling from your lips in a broken moan.

Matthew didn’t pull away immediately, his movements gentle as he eased you through the aftershocks, his hands stroking your thighs soothingly. When he finally looked up at you, his lips glistening and his eyes heavy with satisfaction, he grinned. “That’s one thing checked off the naughty list.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your cheeks flushed as you tugged him up to meet you. “Your turn,” you murmured, your hands already working at the button of his jeans. The firelight painted his skin in golden hues as you helped him out of the last of his clothing, your breath catching at the sight of him.

His smirk returned as he settled over you, his body pressing against yours as he leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. “Think you can handle me?” he asked, his tone teasing but his gaze dark with desire.

“Try me,” you shot back, your eyes staring at his length with hunger, your tongue sensually licking your lips. “Maybe I’ll just have a bit of a taste first.” 

And Mattew would most definitely not say no to that. 

His smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing with a mix of challenge and anticipation as he watched you. “A taste, huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly hum. “Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got.”

Matthew shifted, standing back slightly to give you room, his muscular frame still towering over you. His hands moved to your hair, his fingers threading through it gently as he watched you with a heated gaze, his breath hitching as your lips brushed over his skin, teasing.

Kneeling on the chaise, your eyes stayed locked on his as you leaned forward, your tongue flicking out to trace a slow, deliberate line along his length. The groan that escaped his lips was deep and guttural, his head falling back briefly before his dark eyes found yours again. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his grip in your hair tightening slightly as you took him deeper, your tongue swirling as you set a steady, purposeful rhythm using your hand as well.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed under your touch, his thighs flexing as he fought to hold himself together. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he let out a string of curses, his hands tightening in your hair to guide you just a little more firmly.

“You’re… unreal,” he managed, his voice breaking as his hips bucked slightly against you. “So fucking good.”

The power you held over him was intoxicating, the way he reacted to every flick of your tongue, every shift of your lips making you feel bolder. You hollowed your cheeks, taking him as deeply as you could, and the groan that tore from his throat was almost a growl.

“Shit,” Matthew rasped, his hands gripping your hair tighter as he pulled you back gently, his breathing uneven. His eyes were wild, his lips parted as he stared down at you, his voice low and thick with desire. “If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”

You smirked, your lips brushing over him one last time before you sat back, your hands sliding up his thighs. “Guess we’ll have to finish this another way, then,” you teased, your voice sultry as you pulled him back toward you.

Matthew didn’t hesitate. His hands found your waist, shifting you effortlessly as he hovered over you again, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. His body pressed against yours, his hands exploring every inch of your skin as he settled between your thighs, his cock hard and insistent against your core.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough as he lined himself up with your entrance, his gaze locking onto yours. “The best kind of trouble.”

You gasped as he pushed into you slowly, the stretch and heat of him sending a wave of pleasure coursing through you. Matthew groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he filled you completely, one hand gripping the small sofa as though anchoring himself, while the other held you hip steady.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one calculated to drive you insane. The friction, the pressure, the way his body fit perfectly with yours—it was almost too much.

Your hands found his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you arched into him, meeting his rhythm with your own. “Matt,” you gasped, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra as the heat between you built to a fever pitch.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his movements growing faster, more desperate as his restraint began to slip. His lips found yours again, his kiss messy and unrelenting, his hand guiding your hip to meet each thrust as the tension between you coiled tighter and tighter.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice trembling as you felt the wave of pleasure building inside you, your body clinging to his as he drove you closer to the edge.

“Not planning to. I’ve got you, baby,” Matthew murmured, his voice rough and full of promise as his hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. The added sensation sent you spiraling, your release crashing over you in waves as you cried out his name, your body trembling beneath him.

Matthew followed just moments later, his thrusts growing erratic as he let go, his groan of release muffled against your neck as he shuddered above you. For a long moment, the two of you stayed tangled together, your bodies pressed close as you caught your breath.

When he finally pulled back, his lips brushing over your jawline in a series of soft, lingering kisses, he grinned down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Guess I’m definitely staying on the naughty list this year,” he teased, his voice low and warm.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “Definitely. If that’s what being naughty feels like, I’m never getting off it.”

Matthew smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll stay there together,” he murmured, his voice warm and low as he nuzzled into your neck. “Merry Christmas.”

You smiled, your heart full as you tilted your head to meet his gaze, brushing a soft kiss to his lips. “Merry Christmas, Matts.”

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If Love Is Enough - Aleksander Barkov

Summary: During a trip to Chicago, Y/n and Aleksander join her family for dinner, where her sister questions why they haven’t gotten engaged despite being together for years. The conversation plants a seed of doubt in Y/n’s mind, making her question whether love without marriage is truly enough for her.

Words: 922

Chicago had been cold, much colder than what Y/n and Aleksander were used to in Florida. But unlike Aleksander, Y/n was excited about the trip - seeing her family, catching up with her sister, and her old friends.

Dinner had been going well. Y/n’s parents were warn to him as always, her father making jokes about Aleksander’s quiet nature, and her mother gushing about how nice it was to see him again. Her sister, though, had been studying him all night, as if she had something on her mind.

Aleksander had excused himself to take a call, leaving Y/n at the table with her family. That was when her sister leaned in, lowering her voice just enough for only Y/n to hear.

“So… when’s the ring?”

Y/n nearly choked on her drink, caught off guard by the question. “What?”

Her sister shrugged, innocence in her voice. “You two have been together forever. You live together, you follow him everywhere he asks. Why aren’t you engaged yet?”

Y/n felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. “That’s not…. We’re not thinking about that right now.”

“Why not?” her sister pressed. “You want to get married, don’t you?”

The words stung more than they should have. Y/n never allowed herself to think about this very often. She already knew the answer. She wanted to get married, wanted something permanent with Aleks. And she also knew his answer and that he didn’t believe in marriage. He had told her that early on, not in a cruel way, just in a matter-of-fact way. He loved her, but he didn’t see marriage as something necessary.

And she had accepted that. Hadn’t she?

“If he hasn’t proposed by now, maybe he never will,” her sister continued, the words slicing through Y/n’s thoughts like a knife. “What if you’re wasting your time?”

Before Y/n could respond, Aleks returned, his presence settling beside her like an anchor. He wrapped his arm around her back, glancing between her and her sister. “What are you two talking about?”

Y/n forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nothing important.”

The rest of the night was a blur for Y/n. She laughed at jokes, responded when necessary, but her thoughts were elsewhere, circling around the possibility that maybe she had been lying to herself all along. Maybe love without marriage wouldn’t be enough for her in the end.

As they left the restaurant, Aleksander slipped his hand into hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You okay?” he asked.

Y/n hesitated, staring up at him, at the man she loved more than anything. And yet, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure if love was going to be enough.

“Yeah,” she lied. “I’m fine.”

But doubt had already settled in, and she couldn’t shake it off.

…

She sat on the edge of the bed, absently unzipping her boots, her mind replaying the dinner conversation over and over.

What if you’re wasting your time?

She barely noticed Aleks moving around the room until he sat beside her, his body radiating warmth. He was quiet for a moment.

“You’ve been quiet since dinner,” he finally said.

Y/n forced a small smile. “Just tired.”

Aleksander hummed, unconvinced. He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “You know I know when you’re lying, right?”

“My sister asked me why we aren’t married yet,” she admitted, her voice quieter than she intended.

Aleksander didn’t react right away. She usually loved it, the fact that he never rushed to answer just to fill the void. But now, it drove her crazy.

“Did that bother you?” he finally asked.

Y/n exhaled, looking down at their joined hands. “I don’t know. I thought I was okay with it. I thought… loving you would be enough.” She swallowed, voice thick with uncertainty. “But what if it’s not? What if I do want marriage? Do we avoid it and ignore it?”

Aleks stayed still beside her, but she felt his grip on her hand tighten, like he was afraid she might slip away if he let go.

“I love you,” he said, quiet but firm. “That’s never been a question.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But what if it’s not enough?”

He turned slightly, bringing his other hand up to her chin, tilting her face so she would look at him. His blue eyes were steady, searching for hers.

“I don’t need a ring or a contract to prove I love you.”

“I know,” she said again, but the words felt hollow now.

He hesitated before continuing. “Is this a dealbreaker for you?”

Her heart clenched. “I don’t know.”

She had always been so sure about Aleks, about them. But now, for the first time, she wasn’t sure of anything at all.

Aleksander exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either.”

But love alone wasn’t the problem. The problem was what came next.

Aleksander squeezed her hand again, grounding her. After a moment, he spoke, his voice softer this time. “If marriage is something you need… I want to understand why.”

Y/n’s chest tightened. “It’s not about needing a wedding or a ring. It’s about knowing that forever means the same thing to both of us.”

“Then I guess we need to figure it out.”

And that uncertainty lingered between them as they sat there in silence, still holding on to each other, but unsure if love would be enough to keep them from falling apart.

[swissboyhisch]

You Can't Be Serious

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x OC

Summary: A night out celebrating brings co-workers closer than what they thought possible. With the help of a little alcohol.

Word Count: 1346

Warnings: Probably crossing work boundaries. Alcohol. Kissing. Blurry consent.

A/N: This is for @offside-the-lines Birthday Bingo!! Happy birthday to one of my favourite Aussie girlies. I know it was a couple weeks ago but Birthday month is the best thing to celebrate!

My choice of four bingo boxes were:

Drunken Confessions

Dancing

Rivals (enemies) to Lovers

Mistaken Identity

Sorry it's so late but work became a little stressful and unpredictable. But I got it in just in time! I really hope you enjoy this as it definitely had me writing tropes I haven't before. Happy birthday Rox <3

Also shoutout to @mp0625 for being my beta. Always can count on you!

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Cora sighed happily as she finally stepped foot into her apartment, taking off her shoes and collapsing onto the couch. Even though it was a lost cause as she’d be leaving again to meet the boys at the bar, they had organized to celebrate the team clinching a playoff spot. Some country bar that the boys liked to go have a good time at when celebrating a win.

As one of the off-ice fitness trainers, she spent a lot of time with the players, creating great friendships. Cora was the only woman in the facility's fitness physio and trainers team and the youngest by far. She had done a traineeship last season, and when the head physio left, he suggested that she come onto the team as one of the other men would be taking his position. As the only woman, the boys had taken to her like family, and suddenly, she had 22 brothers. 

Notice the 22 and not 23? Well one of the team decided she was annoying and just looking for attention. Even when she was just doing her job. Matthew Tkachuk, ever since she started her traineeship, had taken a liking to pissing Cora off whenever he could. If she had to spot him while he did weights, he would do the opposite. She was younger than him and telling him what to do? Yeah right. 

But he had been injured for the last 4 weeks so the two had been spending more time than usual working together making the tension peak. Hopefully, with Matthew being back on the ice tonight, he will have simmered back down before he said something to make Cora strangle him. He was holding it against her that he wasn’t allowed to play yet. Like it was solely her fault for not clearing him to play.

Instead of wallowing and thinking about the dumbass that was Ratthew, Cora pulled herself off the couch and into her bathroom where she could shower and get ready. She was thankful that quite a few of the girlfriends, wives and family members were also coming so she wouldn’t be the only woman within the group.

Cora chose to wear a red lacy bodysuit and a black denim skirt with a leather jacket to finish off the look. A bold red lip and simple smokey look with curled hair made her look out of this world. Something the boys weren’t used to as they only ever saw the woman in athletic clothes and team gear. She traded in her worn pair of Nikes for a pair of trusty black heeled boots. She knew by the time she ordered her uber and got to the bar, some of the players and family would already be there so she grabbed her clutch that had her phone, portable charger and ID in it. The uber luckily wasn’t that long for a Friday night. 

“Cora!” Yana Tarasenko yelled as the young woman climbed out of the SUV.

“Yana,” She laughs, being brought into a hug. 

The pair intertwined their arms and made their way through the security with Vlad to where there was already a group gathering in the back corner around multiple booths and tables. Players, partners and family alike were all chatting away happily, nearly all with some kind of drink in their hand. Whether it be alcoholic or not. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” Cora yells over the music to Yana who nodded and waved her off. 

Yana found a seat with some of the other girls in a corner booth tucked behind the boys. Cora found herself at the bar, ordering her usual vodka cranberry along with two tequila shots. If she was to get through this social gathering, to be what she deemed as a normal, she needed a few drinks. Hence the shots. When she wasn’t paying attention, a body slid into the bar right beside her. 

“Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” A familiar voice spoke up over the Carrie Underwood song that was blaring. 

Cora turned slowly, not wanting to believe what she had heard. There beside her, and apparently hitting on her, was an already tipsy Matthew Tkachuk. What the actual fuck? Those words did not just come out of his mouth.

“Tkachuk,” Cora muttered uninterested.

“So you’re a fan?”

Cora laughed, “You can’t be serious…” The curly-haired boy looked confused for a moment. Which to Cora was comical. “Matthew, we literally–” 

“Cora!” Barkov shouted when he saw her at the bar. He brought her into a hug, but she didn’t miss the shocked look that crossed Matthew’s face.

“Cora?” He gasped.

Instead of wasting time, she disappeared onto the dance floor with some of her friends dancing and sipping her cocktail. A few of the girls were cheering her on when she shook out her hair that she had put into a clip for the trip to the bar. They were all having fun, enjoying themselves. When the first few notes of Kesha’s song Take It Off played, Cora let out an excited squeal. She had practiced the line dance a heap after seeing it on TikTok. 

“Go Cora!” The girls yell as she races to the middle of the circle with quite a few other bar patrons. 

As the chorus came up, Cora stripped off the jacket she was wearing and waved it around in the air above her head. She thrived on the attention of all the girls and their partners cheering her on. Matthew had stepped up beside them and watched the girl he had come to be so frustrated with. After the song came to an end the group pulled her into the circle, showering her with compliments on the side of her she’s never shown to the team.

“You make not liking you hard when you move your hips like that,” Matthew whispers, coming up behind the dancing girl as the attention turns elsewhere. 

She could faintly smell the beer on his breath but she was probably just as drunk. “Matt…”

Cora leant back against Matthew’s body as his arms came to wrap around her waist. His fingers tickled her skin through the lace bodysuit. Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy started to play as the two swayed together in time with the beat. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Matthew yelled over the music after another hour of drinking and dancing. 

Cora giggled, “Let’s go.”

Without saying goodbye to any of the team or partners, the two slipped out of the bar and into the back of an Uber that Matthew had ordered. The two laughed and whispered on the journey back to his apartment. Cora was helped out of the car by Matthew and led up to the 11th floor of the apartment complex. 

“You frustrate me to no end,” Matthew mumbles against Cora’s lips as he pushes her to the now-closed door. 

Cora frowns at the words, “What? Why?”

“You held me off the ice even when I was all good to play.”

That made Cora step away. Even though the two were definitely tipsy, probably drunk if you look at the true definition, it hurt to hear that. “I can promise you it was for the best.”

“But I was good to play…”

“We knew we’d make the playoffs, why risk you getting injured and missing the playoffs? Why risk our best player?” 

Those words coming out of Cora’s mouth made Matthew’s thoughts flip. He had only thought of himself that Matthew hadn’t considered the team and the future of the season of he had made his injury worse. 

The silence was worrying to Cora. What was running through his head? “Matthew?”

The curly-haired boy pulled her close again and pressed his lips to hers. It was addicting… For both parties. The two stripped off clothes, leaving a trail to his bedroom.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Cora slurs as they fall onto the bed together. 

Matt grins, “I know I’m in love with you.”

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Like Father, Like Son | Matthew tkachuk

Matthew tkachuk x reader

The arena was buzzing with excitement as fans filed in, the air filled with the sound of chatter and anticipation. Y/N walked through the concourse, holding the hand of her two-year-old son, Macklin, as he toddled alongside her. She couldn’t help but smile every time someone did a double-take, noticing Macklin’s uncanny resemblance to his dad, Matthew Tkachuk.

Macklin was the spitting image of Matthew, down to the sandy-blond hair styled in the same messy, slightly fluffy cut. To complete the look, he was wearing a tiny version of Matthew’s jersey with the number 19 on the back. Y/N, dressed in her own Tkachuk jersey, was carrying a bag with snacks and toys for Macklin, even though she knew he was far more interested in seeing his dad on the ice.

“Mama, Dada?” Macklin asked, craning his neck to look around as they approached the rink.

“We’re almost there, baby,” Y/N said, squeezing his hand. “Daddy’s warming up on the ice. We’ll see him soon.”

They made their way down to the glass, settling into their seats right behind the bench. As soon as Macklin spotted the players skating onto the ice for warmups, his little face lit up. “Dada!” he squealed, pointing at the ice.

Y/N laughed, helping him climb up onto the seat so he could see better. Sure enough, Matthew was skating by, chatting with one of his teammates. Macklin’s tiny hands slapped against the glass, the sound catching Matthew’s attention. He turned, spotting his wife and son immediately. A big grin spread across his face, and he skated over, tapping his stick against the glass in return.

“Dada!” Macklin shouted again, his voice muffled against the glass. He smacked it with both hands this time, his excitement too much to contain.

Matthew leaned down, resting his gloved hands on his knees as he smiled at his son. “Hey, buddy!” he mouthed, his eyes sparkling. He pointed to Macklin’s jersey and then to his own, giving Y/N a thumbs-up. Y/N could see how proud he was, and her heart swelled.

“He’s been talking about seeing you all day,” Y/N called through the glass. “And check out his haircut—just like yours!”

Matthew leaned closer to get a better look, his grin growing even wider. He gave a mock thumbs-up and a head nod to Macklin, who giggled uncontrollably, slapping the glass even harder.

“Dada!” Macklin repeated, as if reminding his dad not to forget him.

Matthew laughed, gave the glass a little tap, and said, “I’ll see you after the game, okay, buddy?” before skating off to finish warmups. Macklin pouted for a moment when Matthew skated away, but Y/N distracted him by pointing out the other players and talking about how cool the game would be.

When the game started, Macklin was glued to the action. Every time Matthew was on the ice, Macklin’s little hands went to work smacking the glass, trying to get his dad’s attention. Other fans around them couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the little boy’s enthusiasm.

“He’s Matthew’s biggest fan,” one fan said to Y/N with a chuckle.

“He really is,” Y/N replied, ruffling Macklin’s hair as he continued his energetic display of support.

During a timeout, Matthew glanced over and spotted Macklin pounding on the glass. He skated close again, pointing at him and giving a little wave. Macklin shrieked with joy, drawing more attention from the crowd. The arena’s camera operators caught the sweet interaction, and suddenly, the Tkachuk family was on the Jumbotron. Y/N waved, laughing, while Macklin pointed at the screen and yelled, “Mama! Dada!”

The crowd “aww-ed,” and Matthew gave an exaggerated shrug and pointed to his mini-me. Everyone laughed as Macklin smacked the glass again, demanding all the attention.

The game ended with Matthew’s team securing a win, and as soon as it was over, Y/N and Macklin headed down to wait for Matthew near the locker room. When he finally appeared, still in his gear, Macklin’s face lit up again.

“Dada!” he shouted, reaching his arms out.

Matthew dropped to one knee, scooping Macklin up and spinning him around. “There’s my little guy!” he said, kissing his cheek. “You were so loud out there! I could hear you smacking the glass all night.”

“Dada win!” Macklin said proudly, clapping his hands.

“That’s right, buddy,” Matthew said, laughing. He turned to Y/N, who was watching them with a warm smile. “And you—you’re the best for bringing him. Seeing you two made my night.”

Y/N leaned in to kiss him, careful not to smudge his sweat-covered face too much. “You’re his hero, you know.”

“And you’re mine,” Matthew said softly, pulling her into a quick hug.

As they walked out of the arena together, Macklin babbling excitedly about the game, Matthew couldn’t stop smiling. Having his little family there, wearing his jersey and cheering him on, made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

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Repost helps a lot and requests are open

[ratatatastic]

"Good morning, Matt. I'm over here." *proceeds to look around widly like a dog being told a special word like b-a-l-l*

he looks so disgruntled having to locate people he must've been shit at the I SPY books as a kid

media availability | 6.14.24 (x)

[avawritesthings]

shameless | mt19

[1.2k words] matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

summary - in which matthew fucks reader in a club bathroom

contents - smut, dirty talk, mentions of drinking

ava’s notes - ended up writing this at 2am with minimal editing, hope you guys enjoy! also, thank you so much for over 500 notes on my jack hughes fic!!! didn't expect so much support <3

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Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna touch you like me, like me?

The loud, ground-shaking music was all you could hear. Shouts, singing, glasses clinking, sports matches on the TVs, you name it. You shouted over the noise your order to the bartender, and he simply nodded. You braced yourself against the bartop, and scanned the crowd for your boyfriend.

Almost immediately, you spotted Matthew, with a girl seemingly hanging off of his every word. You rolled your eyes before turning back around and the bartender had just set your drink down. With a grateful nod, you grasp the drink in your slightly sweaty hand and take a swig, thankful for the burn. 

Yet again, you locked eyes with Matthew’s frame and gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the bar and moving through the throng of sweaty people dancing.

“Hey!” You had to shout over the booming music, and Matthew thankfully heard you instantly. He sighed in relief, wanting to get rid (nicely, of course…) of the stranger close to him.

“Hey, baby,” He shouted back, walking up to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“Who’s this?” You asked, as innocently as you could. Through your peripheral, you could see the dirty look she gave you.

“Olivia,” She answered, and you rolled your eyes yet again. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend, now get lost.”

The stra- Olivia hurriedly scurried away, seemingly embarrassed from being caught flirting with another girl’s boyfriend.

“You coulda just left her and came to me at the bar, y’know. No need to entertain a desperate girl,” You comment, trying your best not to sound jealous.

‘Jus’ didn’t wanna be rude,” Matthew muttered. “Wait- Are you jealous?” He remarked incredulously. “There’s nothing to be jealous of, sweetheart.”

You pursed your lips and straighten your back, not willing to admit that you are, in fact, jealous. “No! I mean- why would I? I have the hottest boyfriend ever, and I totally don’t see every girl that stops and stares at you. That would be crazy!” You exclaimed, and you immediately saw the smirk form on his face.

Matthew chuckles, and grasps your waist in his hands carefully. “Ooh, so you admit you want me all for yourself?” He says with a wicked smile, his dark blue eyes full of mischief.

You nod slowly, nervously running your fingers through your hair, wondering if it was even possible to deny what he had said. 

“Let me show you that you’re the only one I want, yeah?”

You wordlessly nod, and he quickly leads you out of the packed bar to the bathroom stalls, checking for an empty one. After finding one, he ushers you and follows you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it shut. 

In a flash, Matthew’s lips meet yours with fervor and his leg slotted between yours, keeping them parted. 

As he deepens the kiss, your arms reach around his neck and run down his back, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Your hips involuntarily rock against his thigh as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You whimper when he finally releases you from his lips and breaks contact. A trail of small, feathery kisses travel down your neck until they stop right below your earlobe. His soft lips trail and nibble against your ear before brushing lightly across your jawline. “You taste so good…” He whispered huskily into your ear.

He finally breaks contact with you and opens his eyes, grinning devilishly at you as his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

You nod feverishly. Lifting up your dress, Matthew hitches it to your hips and immediately drops to his knees. He lifts your leg and sets it on his shoulder. Without hesitation, he slides your panties to the side and enters a finger. His tongue soon joined his finger, and you couldn’t help the moans and whines that left your mouth. Your skin prickles, and you feel a heat pool in your lower back,feeling goosebumps overcome your sensitive skin.

“Doin s’good for me, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stop,’ You begged, and when he added a second finger, you could feel yourself reach climax. You came with a muffled moan, and Matthew lapped up every drop of your sweet release. 

Matthew rose from his knees with a sinful smirk. His next words had you following commands quickly: “Bend over the sink f’me, ‘kay?”

Once bent over, you looked through the mirror held above the sink and saw him undoing his belt and shoving his jeans down his legs. He massaged your ass, and you preened under his touch. 

Matthew gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and with his other hand, he lined his hard length up with your wet entrance. Upon seeing your disheveled state through the reflective glass, he buried himself to the hilt. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape your mouth. 

He pounded into you roughly as he watched your ass bounce against his hips with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight,” Matthew groans out. “Like this sweet pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, all yours, Matty,” You whimpered out. Your eyes met his through the mirror and he swore he almost came at the sight of your teary eyes and gaping, pouty mouth.

Matthew’s fingers hastily find your clit, and he heatedly rubs the sensitive nub. Your walls flutter around his cock and he groans out. “Shit, baby,” He groans out. “You’re so perfect. If you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer.”

“Cum in me, Matty. Please.”

With those words, his hips stuttered before emptying himself inside of you with a moan. His hand that was holding your hair was suddenly gone. Moments after, your muscles tighten and your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your cunt milks every last drop of his cum, and you swear you see stars when you shut your eyes.

Matthew slaps your ass and he slowly pulls out of your wet pussy, watching as your body goes through the aftershocks. He can’t help but gather your mixed climaxes and thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You gasp out a moan, your hands curled over the ridges of the sink.

“Fuck,” You groan out, and he chuckles out in agreement. 

Matthew grabs your underwear off of the floor and helps you into them. You giggle slightly and he sends a questioning glance to you. “I can’t believe we just had sex in a bar bathroom.” 

He shrugs in response, not stopping the smirk that finds itself on his lips. He grasps his jeans off of the floor, zipping them up before buttoning them. Once your dress is lowered to a more appropriate length and you fix your hair and makeup, he holds out his hand before leading you out of the bathroom. Some wandering and curious eyes land on you and Matthew, but he pays them no mind, opting to send you a wink. You feel your cheeks flush and before you know it, he’s ushering you into an Uber and resting a hand on your thigh.

“Round 2 at home?”

[ficthots]

Stanley

A/N: Well, it's happened. I am out of hockey fic retirement to bring ya'll this wonderfully delicious Matty smut. I mean, he's now a Stanley Cup champion...it's only right! As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if under 18

3:23 AM. 

The clock on the bedside table displayed what a whirlwind of a day it had been. A life changing day, really. The battle was over and the victors were celebrating. Your husband was celebrating. Now his legacy was permanently etched in NHL history. The biggest feat of his life. 

Matthew Tkachuk was a Stanley Cup champion. 

You were amazed that you had made it back to the house at all that night. Given that some of the team were still out and about celebrating their win. Matt had wandered into the ensuite just minutes before, giving you plenty of time to prepare. 

Prepare what exactly? Your celebratory activity for him. 

Wearing only a Panthers jersey, and only the jersey, you laid across the king mattress, waiting for your spouse to come and find you.

The feelings you had been experiencing all evening were practically indescribable. Truly, is there anything better than watching your favorite person in the world fulfill all of his lifelong dreams right before your very eyes?

Standing to the side as he embraced his brother, sister, mom, and dad, your eyes were rimmed with unshed happy tears. When his gaze finally set on you, you watched the pure unfiltered joy emanating from him. He had you wrapped up in his arms and placed the most knee weakening, heart pounding, clit throbbing kiss on you that you had ever experienced. 

He was gone in the blink of an eye, pulled away to celebrate this moment with his teammates. You watched on, cheering the entire time, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of you.

Now, he was finally all yours once more. With the light turning off behind him, he halted in his tipsy steps to see you. His jaw flexed, eyes growing instantly darker. “So, what does a girl have to do around here to sleep with a Stanley Cup champ?” 

He slowly stalked towards the bed, shirt already discarded, only wearing his tight boxer briefs which did little to hide the raging hard on he was sporting. His movements were excruciating, simply burning to feel his touch on you, anywhere. 

Hovering over you, arms braced on either side of your body, the loose jersey sitting high on your thighs, his eyes raked over your figure. He hummed, a deep low rumble from deep within his chest. Your breathing was already growing ragged, short, anticipation building as his brows furrowed. 

Fingers grabbing the fabric on you, lifting it ever so slightly from your body, he let it fall back without exposing you. “What do you want, baby? Hmm?” Your lips darted out, moistening your lips quickly.

“You.”

His deep blue eyes locked onto yours, lowering his head to seal himself to you. It was sweet, gentle, the exact opposite of what you were expecting. Parting your lips, your tongue slowly moved from your mouth to his, sweeping seductively over his own. The taste of beer and liquor still heavily covered him. 

A whimper escaped your throat as your slow makeout session slowly built in pressure. His roaming hands left your waist before tangling themselves in your hair. Sitting up to reach him further, your hands landed on his chiseled torso, rock hard beneath the warm embrace of you. 

Speaking through kisses, his voice was ragged and desperate. “Take it off for me, baby, please. I need to see you, mama.” His fingers gripped the hem, helping you deposit the discarded jersey to a heap on the floor. 

Laying flat on the bed below, his eyes bounced around, not sure where they needed to land. It took every ounce of strength he had to stand up and watch you. “Spread your legs,” you didn’t hesitate. Knees parting, your dripping core was on display for him.

Knowing what to do next, your fingers sat on your tongue for a few seconds, moving lower. You jumped in surprise at the electric shock that jolted through you when the pads of your fingers reached your clit. 

An unfiltered moan slipped from you, watching as Matty shook his head. “Be quiet. We have a house full of family that could hear every single little noise you make. Does that turn you on? You fucking slut,” his own hand dipped into his briefs, slowly starting to stroke himself. 

You bit your tongue, rubbing slow circles on your nub, slipping further down to plunge a finger into your soaking cunt. A gasp escaped, but you swallowed it down. Matthew had never seen such an angelic site before. 

There you were, on display for him, playing with yourself. Your hair splayed around you in a near perfect halo. His wife. His real prize. Although, he had to admit, bringing that Stanley Cup home was a damn close second. 

“Matty, honey, please.” He loved hearing your needy voice beg. Begging for him to fuck you senseless. He was holding off as much as he could. He had finally removed that last layer of his clothing, squeezing his dick to dribble out even more precum to assist with his jerking.

His teeth sank into his lip, finally pouncing on you. It was messy and disgusting, the exchange of saliva between you two. Dripping from your chin, clawing at his back to attempt to bring him as physically close as possible. 

Yet, the tip of his cock rubbed against you, refusing to enter where you needed him most. Panting together, his fingers tweaked your perked nipples, mouth enclosing around you, nearly taking your entire breast. Your head flew back, eyes squeezed shut, his hand clamped over your mouth to keep your noises at bay. 

Lips landed on your tits, sternum, the soft flesh of your stomach, before his mouth closed around your nub. “Baby, I want,” you were struggling to get your words out between the lapping at your slit and the harsh sucking of your clit. His meaty fingers sank into you, two at a time, and began pumping.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, your knee, speaking in a teasing way. “What’s that, mama? What do you want?” His shit eating smirk lit you up in flames, locking eyes as he ravished your cunt. “Use your words,” he nearly sang to you. 

“I wanna suck you off,” he continued for another minute or so, entirely ignoring your request. Finally, he removed himself from you, inching towards you, his swollen cock aching for attention.

You didn’t wait, enveloping him into your warm and welcoming mouth. His eyes instantly fluttered shut, hand grabbing a fist full of hair as he began face fucking you. “Take it, baby. Take it all for me,” you greedily accepted. You had him fully in you, the tip of your nose brushing against his well maintained hair. 

It went on like this for what felt like seconds only before he pulled back, gasping for air. “No, I can’t cum in your mouth. Need your pussy.” In the brief moment when you caught your breath and let your eyes slip shut, he had moved and was sinking deep into you. 

“God fucking dammit,” he hissed, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to last too long tonight. “Fuck me, Matty. Show me how a champion would pound this pussy.” It was like lighting a fire from within, he began fucking you senselessly. 

You had never cum so much in your life. It felt like the entire time was spent enveloped in the most wonderful orgasm you had ever experienced. Knowing the dirty words leaving his mouth was no aid to you. Being completely wrapped up in him was always the best thing in the world, Matty filling all of your senses.

There was nowhere else you would rather be. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Exclaiming as he emptied himself into you. He was shaky, arms no longer able to hold himself up, he collapsed onto you. Your hands traced lazy circles on his back, fingers dancing along his scalp. You peppered kisses all over him, wherever you could reach.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You whispered to him in the darkness, he snuggled closer to you, breathing you in. Grounding him back to reality, knowing that as of tonight his life was no longer the same. 

Matthew Tkacuck was a Stanley Cup champion. But he knew that he held his prize every night when he slept. He was only able to murmur out a I love you so fucking much before the snores echoed into the room.

Tomorrow held all sorts of promise and you couldn’t wait. 

[haddonfieldwhore]

i miss you, i’m sorry - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

summary: you go with your bf to a hockey game; he is unaware of your history with one of the players (please read warnings!)

warnings: abusive bf, violence, strong and derogatory language, angst, a few uses of y/n

word count: 3k

you felt like you hadn’t been able to breathe properly in hours, sitting rigid like a stone next to mike, who’s mood has only deteriorated as the night went on. mike was a diehard coyotes fan, and had brought you to the game with him last minute when his friend had cancelled last minute.

“are you sure none of your other friends would want to go? they would probably have more fun than i would,” you had offered, desperately trying to get out of going.

“they’re all busy,” he replied. “i know you hate hockey, but can you try to have a good time, for me?” he asked sweetly, pulling you into his arms. you weren’t fooled by his tone; you would go and you would enjoy it, you didn’t have a choice.

“okay,” you smiled, and he kissed you softly before going to your shared room to get ready. you sighed, trying to figure out how you were going to make it through this game. you didn’t hate hockey - you used to love it actually, but when you started dating mike you chose to keep that part of your life a secret. it seemed silly at face value, but there was a bigger secret you were hiding from him, and you asked the universe why it had to be the panthers that arizona was playing tonight.

a little less than two years ago, you had dated their star player, matthew tkachuk for almost a year, before the travel and hectic schedule got to be too much for you, and you decided to leave; the hardest thing you had ever done. the relationship had been kept pretty quiet thankfully, no traces of it online except for one or two group photos from when you were together still floating around instagram; though you had done all you could to erase any evidence.

if mike found out, you honestly weren’t sure how he would react; but you knew it wouldn’t be good. you had met mike a few months after you and matthew broke up, and he was nice enough, until he wasn’t. he kept up the good guy just long enough for you to move in and become dependant on him, and suddenly you found yourself trapped. things were okay most of the time, but if he got angry, sometimes you got caught in the crossfire. he had only actually hit you once, but he yelled, and would sometimes grab you too hard, leaving you with bruises to cover before he could see them; he had the audacity to say that they made him upset.

he had been in a good mood when you got to the arena, and you were thankful that your seats weren’t too close to the ice, though you shuddered at the possibility of matthew seeing you in the crowd, despite how slim the chance was. you hadn’t seen him since they day you broke up, and as the familiar head of curly hair came out from the tunnel, skating on to the ice as part of the starting line up, your heart felt like it was being twisted in a vice.

you missed him. you missed your friends on the team, having grown pretty close to some of the guys, as well as their girlfriends. you hadn’t heard from any of them since leaving; it was too hard at first, and then it became a safety concern. any connection to your former life meant more risk of mike finding out about matthew, and that couldn’t happen.

“can you at least look like you want to be here?” mike whispered in your ear, and you knew it wasn’t a suggestion. you put on a smile, and thankfully it was good enough, as he turned his attention back to the players on the ice.

the game started off a bit slow, however the panthers had a 1-0 lead at the end of the first, and through the second as well. the coyotes were playing pretty rough, getting quite a few penalties for some dirty hits, all while mike cheered them on, booing the refs anytime they called a penalty on arizona. you watched as one of floridas players, nick cousins, ran into one of the coyotes while he was low on the boards, the hit landing on his shoulders or maybe his head, you couldn’t really tell. another coyote skated up and checked nick face first into the boards; hard. he hadn’t been looking that way and had no warning to protect himself, and you watched in distress as he crumbled to the ice, and you were worried he was unconscious.

nick had been one of your closest friends while you were dating matt, and your heart pounded as you watched him struggle to his feet.

“that pussy folded like a piece of paper!” mike laughed, enjoying every second of him getting hit. floridas players jumped on the guy who had laid the hit on nick, defending their fallen teammate as a fight broke out, sending players from each team into the penalty box. mikes mood dropped with each second of the refs deliberating passed, the officials eventually awarding nearly 20 penalty minutes to forsling for florida, as well as enough penalty minutes to arizona to give the panthers a man advantage.

“that’s fucking bullshit!” he screamed, the crowd of arizona fans not happy about the decision either. you said nothing as mike spilled some of his fourth beer on your lap, just thankful it hadn’t got on his spare coyotes jersey that he had insisted you wear. as the players got ready to continue the game, you looked across the ice, locking eyes with the one person you hoped you could avoid more than anything. something flashed in his eyes as he saw you, but his attention was quickly back to the game as the whistle blew, and soon the second period was over and he was gone down the tunnel for intermission.

the coyotes scored in the third to tie the game, but the panthers got the lead back, scoring twice in close succession. matthew looked to you after putting the puck in the net, and it took everything in you to ignore him. mike was livid at this point, the alcohol not helping in the slightest, and you cringed internally as he grabbed your hand, holding it way too tight.

forsling finally came out of the penalty box after serving 17 minutes, and immediately scored an empty netter, solidifying a 4-1 victory for florida. with 2 minutes left in the game, mike dragged you out to the concession area. matthews eyes noticed your empty seats, and his heart dropped, wondering if he had imagined you even being there in the first place.

downstairs, mike pushed you against the brick wall next to the restroom.

“wait here. i gotta piss before we leave,” looking at the long lineup already formed outside the men’s room. the arena was small, and there were limited washrooms, so you had a feeling this was gonna take a while, but you dared not move from your spot against the wall.

you could hear the final buzzer go, and the florida players began walking out from ice level, and you realized that they had to walk through the main area to get to the visitors locker room, and your blood ran cold. most of the panthers paid no mind to you, but you held your breath as you saw matthew approaching, praying that he ignored you like the others had.

he thankfully didn’t say anything, but your eyes locked for the second time that night as he passed by, disappearing down the hall and into the locker room. your foot tapped anxiously on the floor, grinding a small piece of gravel under your shoe as you willed mike to hurry the fuck up.

10 minutes went by, and you exhaled in relief as he finally appeared, not even caring about the death grip he took on your wrist as he literally dragged you behind him towards the exit.

“y/n?” a familiar voice called, and you hoped with all you had that mike would ignore it and keep walking. “wait- y/n.” mike stopped, causing you to bump into his back with how fast you were following behind him. he turned around, and you were sure he was quite confused as to why matthew tkachuk was calling after you.

“what the hell do you want?” mike asked, looking matt up and down before turning to you, still holding you tight. “do you know this asshole?”

“no, let’s go home,” you pleaded, but he wasn’t budging.

“you got the wrong girl.” mike shrugged. “shouldn’t you be circle jerking with the other guys in the locker room right now?” he spat, still bitter about his team losing the game.

“i told them to start without me,” matthew joked dryly, and you could feel his eyes on you, however yours were glued to the floor.

“funny,” mike replied. “let’s go,” he pushed you in front of him to leave.

“wait, y/n - please.”

“i’m sorry, you have the wrong person.”

“yeah, chucky,” mike laughed. “you must be thinking of some other whore. i’m sure there’s a lot of desperate chicks around here that would suck your cock though, so stop talking to mine.”

“you really shouldn’t talk about women like that,” matthew threatened, and while his tone sounded calm, you knew he was furious.

“or what? what, you want to fight or something?” mike asked. you noticed a few people gathering to watch, either out of concern or just to see matthew, but you knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“baby, can we please just-“

“shut up!” he shoved you and you fell to the floor, landing hard on your ass, before punching matthew in the face. matthew swung a fist at mikes face, hitting him square in the jaw. your eyes widened in horror as mike swung more drunken punches back at matt, and people backed away from the fight. you looked down the hall to see a familiar face, and you called out to your former friend.

“carter!” his eyes snapped up from his phone and he took out an airpod before he noticed the fight, and he quickly pulled matthew off of mike with the help of security guards that had come to help break up the situation. you stared at the ground in front of you again, feeling like the room was spinning and wishing that the floor would open up and swallow you. security handcuffed mike and escorted him out of the building, while carter and another security officer took matthew back down the hall towards the locker room.

an officer asked you to come with him, and he took you to an empty office room to take a statement about what happened. you just hoped matthew wouldn’t get in too much trouble.

•

when you left the office, there were thankfully little to no fans left in the arena, the hallways eerily empty as you walked towards the door. before you could reach it though, something - or someone - made you pause. you looked back down the hall to the locker room, and with a sigh walked towards it. you knocked on the door, your heart hammering against your ribcage as it opened, one of the team staff looking at you.

“i’m sorry, you can’t be back here-“

“it’s fine. she’s a friend,” carter interrupted her, opening the door to let you in. the room was empty, the team having already left, and you forced yourself to look at carter.

“are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded.

“thank you. i’m sorry-“

“don’t, it’s not your fault.” he opened his arms and you fell into them, hugging him tightly. “chuckys just getting patched up in the medic room. mostly procedure that they have to check him after a fight - usually it only happens during a game though,” he joked, and you found yourself smiling for real for the first time that night.

“is he in a lot of trouble?”

“no more than he normally gets himself into. it’ll be fine, y/n,” he assured you, but you were still worried there might be some legal repercussions. deciding there was nothing you could do about that right now, you managed to push the thought away and sat down on a bench in the locker room.

“you waiting around for him?” verhaeghe asked, and you nodded, eyes on the floor again.

“yeah. i think i’d be a shitty person not to.”

“you could never be a shitty person,” he smiled. “we miss you. chucky especially.” you looked up at him sadly.

“i miss you guys too.”

the medic door opened with a creak, and matthew walked out. you kept your eyes on your feet, counting the laces on your shoes over and over again.

“i’ll see you later,” carter said goodbye to both of you before leaving the room. you didn’t dare look up as matthew walked over slowly and sat down next to you, leaving space between you as his gaze lingered on you.

“you waited,” he said softly.

“yeah…. i don’t think i should have, but i wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“you wanted to make sure i was okay?” he laughed softly. “yeah, i’m okay.” he said, and an awkward silence filled the room. “was he always like that?” he asked gently, and you shook your head sadly.

“nope,” you said bitterly, eyes growing wet with tears. “he was perfect at first. until he wasn’t.”

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. it’s not your fault.”

“i still am. you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” you didn’t reply, knowing he was right. “y/n, you haven’t even looked at me.” he hand touched yours on the bench next to you, his touch so soft and gentle it was unfamiliar.

you turned your head towards him, and his heart broke at your sad expression. his lip was split open, red and forming a bruise already. you reached for his face without thinking, pulling your hand back before you went too far.

“what do you want me to say?” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek. with the carefulness of someone touching glass, he brushed it off your face, and you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

“do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” he asked, somewhat ignoring your question. he didn’t want you to say anything, he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

“i can figure something out,” you said, going through the options in your head; likely a hotel or sleeping in your car.

“please, i would feel a lot better if i knew you were somewhere safe. i have an extra bed in my hotel room-“

“no, matthew. i can’t do this.”

“do what?” he asked.

“this,” you gestured between the two of you. “thank you for protecting me, but i can’t let myself be near you. it’s too hard.”

“please,” his blue eyes looking in yours. the smell of his cologne wafted to your nose, filling you with a sense of safety that only he could ever bring you.

“okay,” you nodded.

•

the drive to the hotel was short and silent, but you felt at ease for the first time all night. the more time you spent with him, the more it felt like no time had passed; like things were back to how they were before. matthew held your hand the whole drive, his thumb drawing little circles on the back of it gently, his touch like a feather.

you got up to the hotel room and he grabbed a t-shirt from his suitcase for you.

“you a coyotes fan now?” he teased, and you laughed. matthew hadn’t realized how much he missed the sound, but did he would do anything to hear it again and again.

“not by choice,” you laughed, pulling mikes jersey over your head, putting the t-shirt over your undershirt you had on.

“did he know about -“

“no,” you shook your head, dropping the jersey in the small garbage can, and matthew cracked a smile. “he probably wouldn’t have liked it very much.”

“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to -“

“it’s okay. i know. how’s your lip?” you asked, still feeling guilty about it.

“it’s not my first split lip. i’ll live,” he smiled.

“is nick okay?” you asked, remembering the nasty hit during the game.

“he wasn’t feeling too hot after that. i’m not sure yet,” he admitted, and you nodded, before covering your mouth as a yawn slipped past your lips. “come on, sleepyhead, let get you to bed.”

you nodded, dragging your exhausted body into the nearest of the two queen sized beds. matthew tucked you into bed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you reached for his hand before he could walk away.

“lay with me?” you asked sleepily, knowing it was selfish to use him as a safety net right now; but you felt you would fall apart without him.

“are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded. he crawled into bed next to you, letting you cling to him like a life raft. “you’re safe now. i won’t let anyone hurt you, baby, i promise.”

“i know, matty,” you snuggled into him, everything about him bringing you comfort you hadn’t felt since you left; his scent, his voice, the feeling of his arms around you. “i missed you.”

“god, i missed you to. i don’t want to let you go again.”

“please don’t,” you begged, your eyes wet with tears that fell onto the fabric of his shirt, your fingers gripping it so tight your knuckles hurt. “don’t let me go.”

“i won’t.”

you felt like you were dreaming; what had started as a nightmare turning into the first time you had felt safe in months. you were scared that you would wake up and it hadn’t been real - you would be next to mike in his apartment, the cold draft from the window on your side of the bed would prickle you skin like it always did and you would have to apologize for not having his lunch ready for work.

but instead you would wake up in the arms of someone who actually cared about you, the sun peeking through the cracks of the blinds, casting warmth onto your skin. along with it, matthew brought a light to your life that had been missing for so long, you thought it was lost for good.

matthew pressed another soft kiss to your forehead as you felt yourself falling asleep, knowing you were protected as long as he was next to you.

“thank you matty,” you murmured, barely awake as you nose brushed the side of his jaw, your face tucked into the crook of his neck.

“anything for you.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[turcott3]

More mackie plsss 🙏🙏🙏

summertime feelings

mackie samoskevich x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, yearning, kind of slow burn-ish

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-

you laid awake in your bed in the lake house. the same bed you slept in this time every year. the same trip your family took every year. you shared the comfort of your lake house with the samoskevich’s every year for as long as you could remember.

your room shared a wall with mackie’s and that kept you awake at night the last few years. you’d grown confusing feelings for the boy and you had no clue why. well, maybe you did.

“fuck just go to bed y/n.” you groan, pressing your hands to your face. you tossed and turn for a few more minutes before finally drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the boy just on the other side of the wall.

all your life, your families paired the two of you together for events, the most notable being your senior prom. you went to the dance together, as always, and decided to be a bit rebellious and hit the after party. the both of you had a bit much too drink, leading you to giving him a handjob in the bedroom of a complete strangers’ house. ever since then you haven’t felt the same. the way he held your jaw as he sloppily attached your lips together. the way he whimpered at your touch. you woke up the next day in that same bed, vowing to keep what happened that night a secret between the two of you. no one could ever know, nor was it ever probably going to happen again.

not that he didn’t enjoy it.

“y/n.” you wake up to hollow knocks on your door and the sound of your sisters voice.

“huh.” you groan.

“breakfast is almost ready, come downstairs.” she says and you flash her a thumbs up before sitting up and rubbing your eyes. for the past 4 years, you couldn’t get him out of your head, and it didn’t help that you were sharing a house together for a two whole weeks once a year.

“look who it is.” mackie says to everyone as you entered the dining room, a yawn leaving your mouth.

“yeah, hey. good morning guys.” you say, stretching your arms above your head. you could feel a pair of eyes locked on your body but you ignored the urge to look at him, as much as you wanted to.

you could feel his eyes peeking at you all of breakfast, but still you ignored and denied a shared glance.

maybe he’s trying to tell you something.

no, there’s no way.

“we’ll get this all cleaned up, kids go have fun.” your mother says. it’s tradition as the parents spend the late morning cleaning the kitchen as the “kids” all ran off to start their activities for the day. you went up to your room to change, heading out to the dock waiting on mackie to join you for a jetski ride.

“you driving this year?” he laughs, buckling his life jacket as he comes down the wood dock.

“yes…. maybe….. no.” you say with doubt lining your tone.

“atta girl, you already knew i wouldn’t let you.” he giggles, stepping onto the vessel, holding a hand out for you to step on. he sits you down in front of him this time instead of behind like normal.

weird.

he pushes off from the dock and speeds off, flying out into the lake.

“oh my god.” you scream as he guns it, you had no clue where he was going but wherever it was it was away from the house. you gripped your hands tightly on top of his.

“scared?” he yells.

“maybe.”

“you know i wouldn’t actually put you in danger right?” he says leaning into your view as you came to a quick stop.

“yeah i know, i just didn’t expect you to take off like that.” you say out of breath.

“turn around.” he says simply and you do so.

“what?”

“you’re acting weird.” he says plainly.

“what do you mean?”

“you don’t talk to me in front of the family. it’s been less and less every year since the summer after our senior year.”

“you know why.” you respond firmly.

“yes i know. but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk. it’s our secret. no one knows. the only “people” that are weird about it is you. i don’t like this vibe you’ve been giving me. i’ve been trying to catch your attention and you won’t even look at me now, not in front of our parents.”

“mackie im sorry okay. im sorry ive made it weird. i don’t mean to i just….” you trailed off. this was not the moment to admit that you maybe have some complex feelings toward him.

“what is it?” he asks, placing two light hands on your thighs.

“listen i don’t wanna ruin our day okay? can we just talk about it later? you can like come to my room after everyone goes to bed or something. i’m sorry, can we just forget about this conversation? just for now….. please?” you say placing your hands on top of his with a squeeze.

“yeah of course, but you know you can tell me anything y/n. your words will always be safe with me.” he says, his thumbs brushing lightly on your skin.

“thank you.” you say quietly, hugging into the boy tightly.

“let’s get back to riding yeah?” he giggles squeezing you tight before pulling away. you simply nod in response turning back around in your seat.

-

it was finally dark outside. you sat in your bed on your phone, chewing on your nails as the clock ran up the time.

“fuck i told him to forget the conversation. what if he thought that means for him not to come?” you whisper to yourself. you groaned, your hands finding their way back to your face. you’d decided for yourself the he wasn’t coming. you shed your bra and left yourself in a tank top and shorts, awaiting the morning sun that warmed up your room a bit too much.

you tossed and turned with your eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d still come to your door. then you hear it….

three light taps on your door.

you shoot up and look at your alarm clock, the time reading 1:37.

“come in?” you reply, flicking your lamp on.

“it’s just me.” you hear mackie whisper as he shuts the door and comes into the light. s

shirtless of course.

“i was scared you thought i told you not to come.” you sigh out.

“well i did but…. i figured i should anyway.” he giggles.

“come sit.” you say patting the spot next to you.

“actually, could you come with me?” he says, picking at his nails.

“yes?” you reply hesitantly. the brunette guides you down the steps and out of the house.

“mack where are we going?” you ask.

“you’ll see.” he replies, continuing down the dock to his fathers pontoon boat.

“mackie we are n-“

“we’re not going anywhere, will you just come on?” he laughs and you hesitate, deciding not to ask him anymore questions. he opens the gate of the boat stepping in, assisting you in like always. he guides you to the front of the boat where a few blankets laid astray on the ground and pillows littered the edges of the floor, leaning up against the seats, his sisters battery powered fairy lights scattered so everything was somewhat visible.

“what is this?” you ask looking up at him.

“i could tell you had a lot on your mind, i wanted to do something to maybe help you out. we’re out of everyone’s earshot. it’s just us out here. parents breakfast in town is in the morning so we can stay out here too if you want. if not it’s okay.” he says, sitting down on the blankets, reaching his hand out for you.

“this is so thoughtful mackie. thank you.” you say looking around. the lake was flat and peaceful as you sat in silence for a few moments.

“yeah, you’re welcome.” he replies practically in a whisper. you could feel his eyes locked on you as you observed the area around you.

“so what was it you wanted to talk about. i wanna fix this, whatever went wrong i wanna fix it.”

“i think it’s more complicated than that.” you reply staring up at the stars.

“hit me.” he giggles.

“no mackie you don’t understand.”

“make me understand y/n. we have all night.” he says leaning up.

“i like you.” you say, broken up slightly.

“what?”

“i said i like you, mackie. i like you. i have since our fucking senior prom. i didn’t want to move on from that damn night. it changed everything for me. i couldn’t help but feel like you just didn’t want me and that it was a silly mistake. i was embarrassed. i’ve liked you ever since but i was ignoring you to push my feelings away because i knew you’d never feel the same way.” you admit, a tear falling down your cheek. you couldn’t read the expression on his face.

why did you just admit all of that to him?

“and i understand if you don’t feel the same way. it’s like a childish dream or some shit.” you try to giggle, wiping another tear. you finally lock eyes with him, and suddenly your brought out of your thoughts. he slid his hand behind your neck and pulled your lips straight into his. his lips felt just like you remembered. soft and plump. just like in the dreams you had every year at this damn place. his tongue plunged carefully onto your mouth as your hands found their way to his cheeks, the kiss growing hotter, and more passionate by the second. you couldn’t tell if this was him admitting he felt the same way, or just a way to take the awkwardness.

his words mattered to you, more than anything.

you finally pulled away catching your breath, opening your eyes to see the boy already looking at you.

“does that tell you anything about how i feel?” he smiles lightly.

“maybe…”

“fuck y/n. i’ve wanted you forever. all i ever wanted was for you to look my way. all i ever wanted was for you to be mine. i wanted it to be you all along. i tried to make it obvious but you couldn’t even look at me.”

“i’m sorry mackie. i really am.” you reply.

“it’s okay. we’re here now.” he says, the gleam in his eye appearing for the first time since that night. he brings your lips back to his more harshly this time, his hands trailing down your waist, laying you back smoothly. you pulled away again, not knowing where to go from here. looking to him for something.

you knew exactly where you wanted this to go. a switch flipped in your head in an instant as you tugged your tank top off revealing your bare chest. gently he took your breasts into his hands, reconnecting your lips as your hands latched on top of his, his large hands massaging them. his lips trailed from your lips, to your jaw, straight to your neck as your fingers gripped onto his dark curls.

you couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your lips as he nipped on the skin of your neck. he moved his was down to your color bone, pressing sweet kisses along the bone before attaching his lips to your chest, sucking harshly on the skin as your grip on his curls tightened.

he knew better than to leave hickeys on your neck when you’re staying in a house with your family for a whole nother week.

he littered your breasts with hickeys, leaving them sensitive and tender. you whined as he pulled away a soft but hungered look in his eyes.

“holy shit.” you laugh softly, looking down at the artwork he was clearly proud of.

“i’d consider that territory claimed, maybe i don’t know.” he giggles again, reattaching your lips. typically you’d cringe at a moment like that, but never for him. nothing he could do in this moment would turn you off. you’d never been this horny in your life. maybe he was the missing piece to everything.

“fuck mackie.” you whine as his fingers make contact with the soaked fabric that covered your pussy.

“so soaked for me huh?” he says, licking his fingers clean. hastily, you pull your shorts and panties off, leaving yourself completely exposed. in return, he pulls of his sweat pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

“please?” you groan quietly.

“no, i have to do this right.” he shakes his head, leaning back against the pillows, shaking off his boxers.

“come here.” he says, signaling for you to lean on his chest.

“you’ve got me so worked up, all for me to lay with you?”

“so many questions.” he giggles as you make yourself comfortable against his chest, his hand sliding over your thigh and back to your soaked core.

“fuck.” you say biting your lip as he slips two fingers into you. one of your hands gripping onto his thigh, the other finding its way to the back of his neck.

“feel good?” he teases, pumping his large fingers in and out of you.

“y-yes. shit.” you say squeezing your eyes shut harshly.

“so good for me.” he coos lowly in your ear. your pushed closer and closer to your wits end. your back arching more and more against him, your eyes squeezing shut even tighter.

“oh my fucking god.” you moan out loudly as the bucket finally tips, an orgasm washing over your body harshly. shakes rippling through your body as your back straightened out again, your chest rising and falling heavily as he sucks his fingers clean in your ear.

“that was fucking incredible.” you sigh out, your hands now rested on his thighs. such a fulfilling moment, but you couldn’t help but want more. you’ve wanted more the last four years.

“come on baby, can you lay down for me?” he mutters in your ear.

“yes.” you reply quietly, laying down on your back, your legs squeezed shut.

“no no, open up for me.” he says, tapping on your leg as he jerked himself even harder than he was before.

“i’m nervous.” you admit. this was a serious step for you, and you were worried one of you would maybe regret it.

“don’t be nervous my love, i just wanna love on you.” he says lowly, pressing a soft kiss to your knee as you slowly put your legs down, opening them for easier access.

“so so good for me baby.” he mutters, sliding himself into you smoothly, instantly stretching you out like no other guy had.

“fuck.” you moan out loudly, your hand slapping over your mouth as the brunette giggled above you.

“nobody can hear you out here sweetheart. remember. just me ‘n you.” he says locking eyes with you.

“just me ‘n you.” you reply with a smile, his lips attaching back to their home as he retracted his hips slowly, pushing back in at the same speed. you gripped onto his wrists on either side of your head as he quickened his thrusts slightly. the light sound of skin clapping echoing in your ears, the boat rocking ever so slightly.

you’d never felt this way before. the way he was buried so deep inside you. you’d never felt this fucking good. the pure euphoria you felt was unmatched by any kind of alcohol or drugs you could ever find.

he hit every right spot, over and over again. your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your skull but remained locked on his as your moans grew louder and sharper. in this moment you couldn’t muster any singular thought other than how much you fucking loved this boy.

for everything he was.

“god you feel so fucking good baby.” he grunts out lowly above you as you reach up, pulling his chain to bring his lips back to yours before your moans could turn to screams.

“i’m so fucking close.” you mutter on his lips, your hand releasing his chain and reaching into his hair as he found himself buried in your chest again. stars started to form behind your eyes as your moans grew closer together, your core tightening more and more around his thick, swollen cock.

“fuck oh my god.” you say as the tension snaps out of it, goosebumps coming in waves across your body as you came harder than you ever had.

“shit y/n, i’m gonna cum.” he groans.

“keep it in me mackie. i don’t fucking care.” you say as he fucked you all the way through your high spilling into his own as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

truth be told you didn’t care what happened to you in this moment. nothing could ever top this.

ever.

“fuck, i’m sorry i-“ he says pulling out, a panic stricken look instantly spreading across his face.

“mackie, stop. don’t worry about it. i told you to do it. everything will be fine.” you giggle.

“are you sure?” he asks.

“yes i’m sure.” you reply, leaning up to kiss him once again.

“damn we gotta keep this a secret big time.” he says and the two of you laugh.

after some moments of winding down, you found yourselves back in your clothes just like you were before all of this. you laid in silence next to each other looking up at the bright stars, wondering where you went from here.

“i think im in love with you.” you say simply.

“what?” he says turning his head to look at you.

“i said im in love with you.” you reply, turning to look at him.

“i heard you, i just wanted to hear you say it again.” he smirks as you smack him on the chest.

“hey hey, quit.” he giggles.

“it’s not funny mackie. i’m serious.” you say sternly.

“i know you’re serious baby, and i am too.” he says, catching your hands and holding onto it.

“you’re what too?” you push.

“i’m in love with you. so fucking deeply, i can’t even comprehend it. it scares the shit out of me y/n. i love you so fucking much it scares me.”

“why are you afraid?”

“because i don’t want to lose you. i don’t wanna fuck this up. that’s why i’ve never said anything. i love you so much y/n. you have to understand.” he finishes, your heart jumping at the sound of his words.

“i understand my love. you’re never going to lose me. never in a million years.” you reply, your hands finding their way to his cheeks, smiling as you press your lips back to his.

you fell asleep on his chest, waking up to the sun peeking over the horizon. the two of you got up just in time to clean up the boat and sneak in the house, the dirty blanket thrown quickly in the wash before he slips into your room with you, hoping to wake up next to you every morning for the next week. he couldn’t live without it.

he couldn’t live without you.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Further Celebrations

Word Count - 3200

Author's Note - I literally wrote this because these pictues of Matt at the parade did something to me. But since of life and starting/stopping this so much. I personally feel that it's probably the worst smut I've ever written. So if this the first thing your reading from my page please check out my other works. 🤣🤣 As always thank you for reading, I truly can't believe how much my blog has grown in such a little amount of time. 💞

Warnings - LOTS in general: dom!male/ sub!fem, daddy kink, lowkey breeding kink, unprotected p in v, as always for me LOTS of dirty talk, semi public sex (i think that is it if there are any I missed kindly send me a message and I will add it to the list)

Summary - something about watching Matt be a cocky asshole all day at the parade celebrating winning the Stanley Cup really does something to you.

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You had no idea what it was, if it was just how cocky of an asshole Matt was being. Or maybe it was the fact that he was soaked in a mixture of beer and rain making his curls stand out more, which if you were sober you would think was kind of gross. But you’ve literally been pregaming since 10 AM, with Matt and the boys. Or maybe it was his shorts, leaving little to imagination. Honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time you sneak Matt into a random corner and have a quickie. But you were trying to be good and let him celebrate with his team one more time this week with the community at the parade about the fact they won for the first time in franchise history. Plus you knew this was the last time the team was going to be together before next season and who knew with free agency starting if this team would exist next season. But after hours of watching him walk around with the damn cup basically benching it above his arms, making his biceps strain. On top of how he looked so fucking hot with that cigar between lip fingers, beer in the other hand yelling at fans. Again his thighs on display, you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer without begging Matt to take you to the closet bathroom or storage closet. 

It was now 8 at night and the whole team was out at some random dive bar. The music was blasting and you walked over to Matt mid conversation with Evan. Slowly take your hand and slide it down Matt’s chest, as you lean up and lightly pout due to being extremely drunk.“Matt,can we go dance please.” you give him the puppy dog eyes you know that go directly to his cock every single time. 

“Yeah baby whatever you want.” obviously forgetting that Rodrigues was even standing there. As he let you lead him to the small make-shift dance floor some other players made by pushing some tables against the wall. He couldn’t his eyes as they watched your hips and curve of your ass move to the music as you walked further into the center of the dance floor. 

You turned around and Matt literally pushed you flush to his chest.His hands were going to squeeze your hips making sure you stay close. His face went to your neck as he spoke softly to you and to hide the fact that he was leaving small wet kisses between his words. “Hey…darling…you…look so pretty… right now.” Slowly inching closer and closer to your ear. You slowly turn your head to look at your boyfriend, his eyes piercing back at you.

“Your drunk Matty” you can’t help the giggle let out and small hiccups. As you turn around in his arms your ass purposely rubbing against his cock, his arms quickly pulling you closer as he snakes them around you. 

“Maybe…but so are you.” he whispers in your ear, but not before forgetting to spend extra time on that one spot on your neck. You attempt to turn around again but Matt’s arms tighten around you, obviously enjoying teasing the fuck out of you right now. 

“please Matt.” you whisper, closing your eyes, momentarily forgetting where you guys are lost in your own little world. 

“Hmmm” he lets out. “I’m not doing anything” he says in an innocent tone. Even without you seeing his face you knew he had a wicked massive smirk on his face. 

“Matty..” turning your head trying to catch a glimpse of his face. As you grind harder on him, but it’s useless because it’s only making your need for him grow. “pl- please.. I can’t wait till we're home.” you say finally catching his eyes.He finally lets you turn around connecting your lips immediately.Your hands trying to go to the nape of his neck reaching for the ends of his curls, attempting to balance on the balls of feet as you fight for dominance. Obviously failing in both as you feel Matt bit your lip a little harsher than expecting making you open your mouth open in surprise giving him the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth.His hands go to your ass as he feels you almost lose your balance. He squeezes and kneads your ass like he’s wanted to since he walked over here with you. 

You slowly pull apart to catch your breath after a few minutes. Matt’s hands don’t leave the curve of your ass, if anything they’re squeezing and kneading harder. “Tkachuk I am not being dramatic.” you say in the most serious tone he’s heard from you all day. The smile breaks out even further at his girlfriends 'seriousness.’ “But..” as you reach up to whisper in his ear, to make sure no one can hear you because you know you aren’t the most quiet when you're this drunk. “I have been thinking about all the ways you can make me cum in the bathroom before anyone even notices that we’re gone since we stepped foot into this bar.” As one your hands say in his hair pulling just hard enough to get a reaction. You can’t help but break out into a smile when you hear a small grunt from his lips. 

“Oh yeah..” practically picking up ever so slightly off the ground so his cock can stay perfectly lined up against your pussy and going back to attack your neck. “And how would that work, princess. ya gotta be a good girl.” as he bites your sweet spot behind your ear.

“Fuck matty please, i need to feel you, anything.” you whine.

“Anything???” he asks in a deep voice full of lust. 

“Please.” your eyes pleading with his eyes as they darken, filling with lust.

“Okay.” he says softly, pulling apart and going further to the back hallway. Thankfully no one was in the back hallway, when you both walked into the single stall bathroom.Not that Matt cared anymore only one goal in mind. As soon as you entered, he slammed you on the door locking it. 

“You sure you can get off…with anything?” he asks the devilish smirk still hasn’t his mouth and raises his eyebrows in a curious way as he backs away from you. 

“Please Matty, I'm already so close.” you beg as you reach for the zipper of your jean shorts.

“No.” he demands. But before you could ask what he meant. He answers for you. “Since you said you can get off with anything” as he steps forward, slowly picking up your Panthers' crop top pushing it up the bottom of your neck, to attack the top of your boobs. “Get off on my hand.” you reach for his hand to go inside your shorts. He lets out a sigh of frustration and backs away enough to look you in the eyes. “Damn it. Did you not hear me slut! Use my hand ONLY completely clothed. Grind on my hand and if you cum, then I’ll reward you with my cock. But if not.. then we're gonna be in here a long time baby girl.” as he goes to suck on the top of your left boob. Leaving small little nibs into between his next words. “A” nip “very” nip “very” nip “ long” time.” You’re practically a crying mess already as you reach to steady just on Matt’s bicep.

Closing your eyes trying to focus on the pressure his palm is giving you and turning into a whimpering mess. Each whimper makes Matt’s rock hard cock somehow even harder. Matt’s other hand holds you at your hip helping you find a steady rhythm. “ I am not that much of an asshole princess, I'll help you.” His eyes are also closing, moving his head to rest on the side of  your neck, so he can whisper to you. “That’s it baby, God you so fucking beautiful riding my hand like a good girl.” Your only response whimpering as you move your hips faster to the sound of his voice. As you can feel all of him against your thigh. Naturally by rocking your hips, moving your thigh. The only response from him being a sharp hiss, “fuck baby, your so good for daddy.” His mouth sucking on your neck sure to leave a fresh bruise you won’t be able to hide from your friends outside. Matt gives your pussy a little squeeze as he leaves your neck. Your hands immediately go to his curls as you feel him go on his knees. His head linking perfectly with the hem of your crop top. 

You open your eyes and look down at him through your eyelashes. As you feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to form.  “Please daddy, I need ya- you. i  - i can’t-” but before you can finish your whimpering attempt of making a coherent thought he stops you. 

“I wish I could, baby but you said you could.” you whimper in protest as a response. As his hand on hip helps you go even just a little faster. “You can get daddy’s help after you cum babygirl.” As he goes to the top of your thighs teasing you with wet kisses. “I can feel your wet cunt on my hand and your shorts are still on. Your close princess and then I promise you can have my cock however you want it.” His words being your final push to finally cum your hands leaving his head to squeeze your boobs, your nipples begging for attention. “That’s it baby. Ride it out on my hand, there yeah go.” As he leaves a wet kiss where your clit is through your shorts. Finally feeling your breath coming down to a normal pace. Your hands go back to Matt’s hair and pull him by his curls back up to you to share a kiss filled with nothing but even more lust than before. Once you broke apart Matt said “i swear to god that was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.” as he kissed your check softly, teasingly grazing his teeth along it. 

“Matty..” you say pushing closer so you can grind down on his clothed cock. “I need you inside me.” you whisper in a way that makes Matt’s knees go weak. The way you literally had an organism less than a minute ago and you're already begging for his cock. 

“I don’t have a condom babygirl.” grinding his hips along with yours adding to the pressure trying to give both of you some relief. 

“Doesn’t matter” you mumble as your hands go under the back of his shirt scratching down the center of his back. While your mouth goes to the right below leaving his ear. “I don't care if you put a baby in me. I don’t care, I need you, please.” 

“Fuck you wanna be all swollen with my baby in you huh?” he carries you over to sit on the sink as he pulls down his shorts and boxers just enough to slip his dick out of. You slowly shimmy out of your shorts as he walks back over to you pumping his cock with the precum leaking out. “Fuck babygirl, i can’t believe your letting me go bare.” as you lean back on the sink, your shoulders leaning against the mirror to give him more access. He pulls your shorts and underwear down to only your ankle. So that he can spread your legs more apart to give him even more access to your core. Your palms naturally flatten on the counter behind you to keep balance.

Taking his cock and slowly rubbing the tip up and down your folds before slowly pushing it in. Both of you are having a hard time keeping quiet now. “Fuck Matty you feel so good” you let out a sound that’s a mix of a moan and a scream as he starts thrusting inside of you. His thumb goes to your clit, the circular motions matching to the speed of his thrusts. “Fuck daddy” as you arch your back even more. Your hands stretch further apart adding to the pleasure of the new angle. 

“Fuck baby” as he brings one of his hands to your throat, squeezing your throat just enough for the air to cut off to your brain for a seconds. The new sensation makes you feel nothing but pleasure. As you naturally clench your core due to the pure feeling of pleasure you feel lost in. It makes you wonder how long you're going to last. “You want a baby in you huh?” Only being able to shake your head yes. Obviously being the right answer. He pulls almost all the way out and then slams into you hitting your g-spot with thrust. He continues to repeat his deep thrusts as his hand on your throat continues to put slight pressure making your brian feel a good kind of fuzzy. 

Just as you were about to tell Matt that you were close as you were starting to feel the familiar knots in the pit in your stomach and the tingling all over your body. A loud banging comes on the door and a male voice on the side “yo, the other bathroom is out of order! Hurry the fuck up I gotta piss.” Matt’s hand that was on your throat going to your mouth, as much as he loved the sweet noises you made the idea of another man, especially a stranger hearing made his body tense. 

“Dude shut the fuck i’m busy take a piss in alley.” Matt yells back, not slowing down his pace at all. One of your hands going to his forearm knowing that you're leaving marks from deeply pressing your nails into his arm but neither of you cared in the moment.  Not sure if the man left from in front of the door, Matt talks in a softer tone. “God I can feel you clenching around me, you like that huh?” only responding in whimpers. Now leaning down to your ear “god you're such a fucking whore getting off on the idea of being caught in public huh? You like that another man can hear how good my dick makes you feel.” All you do is nod, but apparently that’s not good enough of an answer.

“Answer me princess or I swear I will stop.” slowing down his movements, already teasing stop as he removes his hand from your mouth.

“Yes daddy. I like almost getting” a sharp whine lets out of your lips as the speed of his thumb on your clit increases. “C -caught.” you whisper out. 

“Who’s the one who makes you feel this good huh?” he asks in a dominating tone ob

“ya you- daddy” you say another wave of pleasure taking over your body, “i- i am gonna cum.” you say throwing your head back.

“Uh uh uh what do you have to do, pretty girl.” his voice is deeper than you swear you’ve ever heard. “You know you gotta ask baby. Ask for me to let you cum and make you nice and full with mine.”

“Daddy please, please i need to cum i -, i need to be full with your cum please daddy.” you ask, tears spilling from your eyes as the pleasure is slowly becoming too much.

“You think you can be a good girl and go out there and sit all nice and full with my cum and no one will notice.” as he fastens his pace again, his thrusts becoming sloppier telling you that he’s close. You nod your head yes and his head goes to bite you softly on the flesh of your neck and shoulder. 

You both cry out a mixture of curse words and moans of pleasure. You swear you felt like you almost blacked out as you felt yourself let go. Your body must have been more overstimulated then you realized because you squirted all over Matt’s cock.

“FUCK” he screamed as his hot cum shot so far up your pussy you swear you felt it hit your g spot lightly. As both of your breathing returns back to normal, Matt lifts his head back up. “Have you ever done that before baby?” 

You knew he meant how you squirted all over. You look down feeling embarrassed all of a sudden “no.. i’m sorry matty i didn’t mean to.” He uses his index finger to lift your head so you're making direct eye contact. 

“Hey hey” he coos “don’t apologize ever! I swear that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened and I am so glad that I got to share that with you. His forehead resting against yours “let’s go home and see if we can make you do it again.”As looks down and slowly pulls out of you catching any juices that might go legs, putting them to his lips. “Hmm we taste good together baby, wanna try.” you give him a nod and he puts his two fingers in your mouth and you moan around them. 

Matt helps you stand and put your shorts back on as he slips his on as well. Before you even leave the bathroom he’s already ordering the uber to take it back to his house with one goal in mind making you squirt again. He unlocks the bathroom door pulling you by his hand leading you out the bar trying to sneak past everyone. But then you hear someone call him name. 

“Tkachuk” you hear Rodigez again, “dude i’m glad i found you remember you taking the cup home so you can drop it off at the arena tomorrow.” He said, trying to pass the cup to Matt. He held it with his arm so effortlessly like it weighed nothing, his hand still in yours. 

“Right, right thanks bro.” he says, pulling you out of the bar. As your walking to your uber he leans down to your ear “hey you know what would be really hot, fucking you from behind until you squirted again while the only thing you can grasp is the cup.” Your eyes widen as he continues to talk. “Wanna test my theory?” he asked as he ushered you both to the uber that just pulled up.

“For matthew?” the man asked as Matt opened the door.

“Yes.” he confirmed as he let you slide in first, then sitting the cup in the middle seat of the saden, finally sitting down himself. The uber driver immediately recognizes Matt and talks nonstop about how big of a fan he is. How happy he is that the Panthers won the Stanley Cup. All while Matt sneaked his arm behind the cup, up your inner thighs and lightly creased your clothed clit knowing you can’t make a single sound. 

Matt continued talking to the driver as if he wasn’t doing anything at all. Finally at a red light turning to you and leaning down to you. “You alright baby?” loud enough for the driver to hear.

“Yeah” you say trying to make your voice sound an even tone as he moves his fingers add a bit more pressure. 

“We'll be home soon. I know your tired bubs” he says as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Too bad we're not gonna go to sleep.” A deep blush covering your face as Matt kisses your cheek as you think about all the possibilities for the night.

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

“So you think my legs are going to magically spread for you?” I Matthew Tkachuk

Summary; Despite your mutual disinterest, as the younger sister of a Florida Panthers player, it was inevitable that you would cross paths with Matthew Tkachuk at the celebration party.

Tropes & warnings; Matthew Tkachuk x reader, enemies to lovers, player's younger sister, Stanley Cup celebration, alcohol consumption, language

Other notes; So, lovely babes, this is my first time writing for Matthew Tkachuk, so I'm beyond excited to hear what you think of it 🙏🏼 Also, this idea has been on my mind for a while, so hopefully it turned out well ✨ I really hope you enjoy it 🌺

Word count; 4.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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The Florida sun slowly sank behind the streets of Miami, casting a golden light over the lively chaos following the Florida Panthers' Stanley Cup victory. The city was buzzing with joy, fans filling the streets, waving banners, and chanting team chants. 

And as a guest at the team's exclusive post-championship party, you navigated through a sea of ecstatic family members and hockey players; the venue was a swanky club, decorated in gold and red, resembling the team’s colours.

Being the younger sister of a Panthers defensemen had its perks, but tonight, it mostly meant being pulled into conversations with unfamiliar faces. You spent the evening listening to hockey tales and politely acknowledging jokes you didn’t quite get. The loud music and constant chatter were starting to give you a headache, and you yearned for some peace.

So, leaning against the bar, you nursed a drink and tried to fade into the background. And sensing your need for a break, the bartender handed you a fresh cocktail with a sympathetic smile. You took a sip, the cool liquid a relief from the heat and noise.

However, just as you began to relax, a familiar voice broke your reverie. "Well, if it isn't y/n y/l/n," Matthew Tkachuk drawled, his smirk as irritatingly charming as ever, leaning beside you at the bar, his gaze meeting yours.

You rolled your eyes. "Tkachuk," you replied, your tone dripping with the disdain that had characterised your interactions from the start. He was a forward for the team, undeniably talented, though you’d never admit it aloud.

And even worse, he looked effortlessly handsome in a well-tailored suit that managed to be both relaxed and expensive; his tousled hair and that trademark smirk were frustratingly perfect.

"So, enjoying the party?" he asked casually, mischief glinting in his eyes.

You shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. "It's okay. More my brother’s thing than mine."

Matthew chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, I can see that. But you have to admit, it’s a pretty epic celebration."

You glanced around at the crowd, the dazzling lights, and the palpable excitement. "I suppose," you conceded. "But I’d prefer somewhere quieter."

But his smirk just simply widened. "Really? I would’ve thought you were someone who enjoys being right in the middle of everything."

You raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think that?"

Unexpectedly,  Matthew leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a confidential tone. "Because no matter where I go, you always seem to be there."

Your eyes narrowed. "Maybe that’s because you always manage to show up where you’re not wanted."

Matthew laughed, a genuine sound that briefly eased your annoyance. "Fair point. But you know, sometimes the best things happen in unexpected places."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes once more. "Yeah, well, I’m not holding my breath for that."

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Matthew had always managed to get under your skin. Whether it was his smug grin on that annoyingly handsome face or his undeniable skills on the ice, he exuded confidence without apology. He was the type of guy who knew his worth and flaunted it freely.

To put it bluntly, you had never particularly liked Matthew Tkachuk - well, at least, that’s what you thought. While he hadn’t directly wronged you, he was simply too much—too loud, too cocky, too... everything. His presence could dominate a room, sucking out all the air and attention effortlessly.

If you were to compare him to a fictional character, Matthew could easily pass for Prince Charming from the Shrek movies: overly self-assured, possessing a strong ego, and strikingly handsome in every way. His eyes were magnetic, his smile infectious, and his physique impeccable. He walked with a swagger that bordered on 

arrogance, and it drove you mad.

Oh, that body...

There was this one time you inadvertently caught sight of it after a training session while meeting your brother, and the image had unfortunately burned itself into your memory. He had emerged from the locker room, shirtless and still gleaming with sweat, his muscles flexing with every move.

It even intruded into your private moments, alone in your bed, right when you were on the brink of climax. The memory of his sculpted abs and the way his shorts hung low on his hips invaded your thoughts at the most inconvenient times.

You were of course incredibly embarrassed about it, not wanting to admit to anyone that you had briefly fantasised about Matthew Tkachuk. And even worse, you had to acknowledge to yourself that you had enjoyed it. The fantasy of him, his strong hands on your body, his lips against your skin, had led you to that intense pleasure that left you breathless and somewhat ashamed.

Him. Of all people.

Naturally, you tried to convince yourself it was solely the work of your vibrator. Yet, you couldn’t shake the fact that he had crossed your mind. Every time you saw him, that memory lingered in the depths of your thoughts, causing you to blush and feel a mixture of irritation and something else you weren’t ready to acknowledge.

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As you stood there, amidst the lively atmosphere of the Stanley Cup celebration, you had to clench your thighs together and banish all lingering thoughts of him. The vibrant energy of the party coursed through your veins, yet the memory of Matthew's teasing smirk and his lingering touch persisted.

But it seemed as though he could sense your unspoken resistance. And Matthew was the type who thrived on challenges; and you were a challenge he wasn't about to shy away from. So suddenly, he was closely beside you, his breath warm against your ear, cutting through the room's clamour. "Well, I must say I didn't expect to find you here, princess. I thought you didn’t like partying with your brother's teammates?"

Your eyes narrowed. "I don’t. I'm only here for the free drinks." You tried to sound nonchalant, but deep down, you couldn’t deny the thrill his proximity brought.

Matthew chuckled, and despite your efforts, a small smile tugged at your lips. There was an undeniable magnetism in his confidence, his playful demeanour contrasting sharply with the intensity he showed on the ice. But shaking your head, you reminded yourself of all the reasons why you shouldn’t like him. He was arrogant, overly self-assured, and absolutely the last person you should find intriguing.

Yet, his husky voice once again brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Or maybe you’re just here to have a good time?”

Raising an eyebrow, you met his gaze with a defiant stare. “So you think my legs are going to magically spread for you just because we're at the same party?" you retorted, trying to regain your composure and create some distance between you.

You felt assured by your words. Maybe it was the outfit you'd chosen that gave you that extra boost of confidence — something you'd been very mindful of when putting it together; the sleek black dress you'd opted for hugged your curves perfectly. Its smooth silhouette highlighted your figure with undeniable allure, while the low neckline offered a subtle hint of cleavage, adding a touch of charm suitable for the occasion. Under the soft lights, the dress shimmered elegantly, catching the eye as you moved and subtly drawing attention.

Despite its form-fitting design, the dress fell just above the knee, striking a balance between sophistication and allure. It was a choice that exuded confidence, commanding attention without overshadowing the celebratory atmosphere of the evening. Plus, the drinks you'd been sipping for the past few hours had added to your courage.

Matthew simply raised an eyebrow, his blue-grey eyes twinkling with amusement. "Who said anything about magic?" he teased, his voice low. "But I wouldn't mind if it happened."

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "You're unbelievable." The heat of the moment and his proximity made it difficult to think clearly, but you were determined not to let him get to you.

Matthew then leaned back, his expression turning more serious. "Look, y/n, I know we've had our differences—"

"You mean you've been a prick," you interjected, unable to hold back. It was instinctive, a defence mechanism kicking in to shield yourself from the unexpected vulnerability his seriousness revealed.

But Matthew just sighed, running a hand through his curly hair, styled into a soft, modern mullet. His eyes softened momentarily, revealing a glimpse of the person beyond the bravado. Yet, before he could say anything more, you were both pulled away to rejoin some of the others, their laughter and high spirits drawing you back into the celebration.

As the night wore on, both you and Matthew kept your distance, focusing on simply enjoying the party. You laughed, danced, and chatted with others, trying to push the encounter from your mind. Yet, every so often, you caught him glancing your way, his gaze thoughtful and intense, making your heart race all over again.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but be aware of him, his presence a constant hum at the back of your mind. Though the celebration continued around you, a whirlwind of joy and excitement, there was an undercurrent of something else, something that left you wondering just what Matthew Tkachuk's intentions were, and whether you were ready to find out.

It was a huge win for the Panthers. The air crackled with excitement, a chorus of cheers and celebratory shouts echoing through the room. Drinks flowed freely, and the players, including Matthew, were eager to shed the weight of the season's training rules and simply revel in their victory.

Despite their attempts to keep the celebration controlled, the intensity of the moment quickly swept everyone up. Laughter filled the air as families began to depart, leaving behind only the players and their younger siblings at the lively gathering. And in the midst of it all, Matthew felt a surge of confidence building within him.

And that’s when his eyes landed on you once again.

From across the room, he observed you with a mix of curiosity and admiration. Your laughter resonated, adding to the jubilant atmosphere as you engaged in conversation with some of the other players' siblings. Matthew couldn’t deny that there was something distinctly captivating about you tonight, a subtle allure that drew his attention and held it.

“You should hit that,” Brady, Matthew's younger brother, interjected abruptly, breaking through his thoughts.

“What?” Matthew replied, caught off guard by Brady's blunt statement.

“Go for it,” the Ottawa player teased, a mischievous glint in his eye and a slight slur to his words. “You’ve been staring at her all night. Just go for it! You know you want to.”

Matthew chuckled dismissively, shaking his head. “I haven’t been staring at her all night. I’ve barely spoken to her.”

But Brady's lips just curled into a smirk, his confidence buoyed by the alcohol swirling through his veins, amplifying his bravado as he leaned in towards Matthew. His words dripped with sarcasm, each syllable a challenge meant to goad his older brother into action.

"Sure," he scoffed, the hint of a dare in his voice. "Come on, I dare you to go ask her for a dance."

Matthew's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowing in playful disbelief at Brady's persistence. A chuckle escaped his lips, a mix of amusement and mild protest.

"No way, man," Matthew replied, shaking his head with a wry grin. His brother's teasing was nothing new, but tonight, under the influence of celebration and camaraderie, it almost struck a chord.

Brady, undeterred by Matthew's initial refusal, pressed on with the banter, his voice carrying a playful challenge underscored by the sibling rivalry that defined their relationship.

"Alright, I guess if you don't want to, it’s cool," he taunted, his words tinged with mock disappointment. “I mean bro, you can be a chicken if you want to, but don't tell me you're afraid. After winning the Cup, this should be a piece of cake. Unless you're scared she'll turn you down?”

And the barb hit its mark, stirring something within Matthew's competitive spirit. His jaw set with determination; he couldn't let Brady's jibes go unanswered. As athletes, the Tkachuk brothers were no strangers to challenges and dares—each one a gauntlet thrown down, impossible to ignore.

In that moment, Matthew's resolve solidified. He couldn't allow his younger brother to mock him for shying away from a simple act like asking someone to dance. After all, he was Matthew Tkachuk, a Stanley Cup champion—this should be effortless.

So, as mature as ever, Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Fine, you want a show? Watch this.”

Brady's eyes tracked his movements with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as his older brother weaved through the jubilant crowd. The room buzzed with excitement, cheers reverberating off the walls, and the beat of celebratory music filled the air. Despite the festive atmosphere, Matthew's attention honed in on your distinct presence across the room, a singular figure amidst the sea of revelry.

However, with each deliberate step toward you, Matthew felt a peculiar weight settle on his shoulders. His heart suddenly thudded loudly in his chest, a blend of nerves and adrenaline pulsing through his veins like a current.

Wait, what? Why? he silently questioned himself, puzzled by the sudden intensity of his emotions. It was just you, after all—a person he didn't need to impress or prove himself to.

Yet, there was an undeniable pull, an intrigue that had always lurked beneath the surface, even if Matthew had never outwardly acknowledged it. Unlike other women in his life, you exuded a unique aura that captivated him. Whether at the rink before or after training sessions, patiently waiting for your brother, you seemed to radiate an effortless calm and genuine happiness. Your vibrant smile lit up the room, your spirit almost ethereal in its positivity. But it was your sharp wit, akin to a sailor's banter, and your quick-fire comebacks that left an indelible impression on Matthew.

And perhaps it was precisely this multifaceted charm that intrigued the Arizona forward more than he cared to admit.

So, as Matthew closed the gap, he mentally bolstered his confidence, preparing to gently interrupt the small talk surrounding you. 

"Hey," he said, tapping you lightly on the shoulder.

You turned, surprise flickering in your eyes before masking it with a smirk. "Back for more, Tkachuk?"

But he just grinned, leaning casually against the wall beside you. "Couldn't stay away."

"Of course not," you replied simply, rolling your eyes playfully as you tried to hide the slight flutter in your stomach that his presence stirred.

There was a brief moment of silence, a hint of awkwardness settling between you, as you both seemed unsure why Matthew had suddenly returned to talk to you. But then he broke the silence with a proposition that caught you off guard.

“How about a dance?”

“What?” you replied, genuinely baffled by his unexpected request.

“How about a dance?” Matthew repeated, his voice more confident this time, his gaze steady on yours.

You blinked in surprise, momentarily at a loss for words. This was not the Matthew Tkachuk you were used to—the cocky, overconfident player who always seemed to know how to push your buttons. This Matthew seemed... different.

Still, you weren’t about to let him off that easily. "You’re joking, right?" you replied, your tone laced with a mix of incredulity and sarcasm.

His smirk widened slightly, yet there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—determination, perhaps a hint of vulnerability. "No, I'm serious. One dance. Unless you're too scared to be seen with me."

And that did it. You never backed down from a challenge, especially not from Matthew Tkachuk. "Scared? Of you? Please."

"So, prove it," he challenged, extending his hand towards you.

With a light huff, you placed your hand in his, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he led you confidently to the centre of the makeshift dance floor. The crowd around you seemed to part, creating a space where only the pulsing beat of the music and the heat between you two existed. The deep bass reverberated through your chest, setting a rhythm that seemed to sync effortlessly with your movements alongside Matthew.

As you danced, the initial tension between you began to melt away. There was an undeniable chemistry, an unspoken understanding that drew you closer despite your history of mutual animosity. Matthew's hand on your waist guided you with a firm yet gentle touch, each step bringing you closer together physically and emotionally. The energy between you was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist.

Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of indifference, you suddenly found yourself swept up in the moment. The barriers you had carefully erected seemed to crumble in the face of this unexpected connection, leaving you both vulnerable yet exhilarated.

Then, as the song drew to an end, Matthew's breath warmed your ear again as he leaned in closer, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief and genuine warmth. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

You pulled back slightly, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of defiance and something deeper—a flicker of unspoken emotions stirring within you. "I suppose not," you admitted begrudgingly, unable to ignore the rush of exhilaration that his proximity brought.

"Maybe we should do this more often," Matthew suggested, his tone playful yet his eyes revealing a sincerity that surprised you.

But you just raised an eyebrow, your guard instinctively rising. "Don't push your luck, Tkachuk."

He chuckled softly, "fair enough, y/n. Fair enough."

As you then turned to leave the dance floor, determined to regain your composure amidst the fluttering in your stomach—just like when you felt your very first crush—fate decided to intervene in the form of a clumsy collision. Another large body bumped into you, causing their drink to spill onto your dress, and you stumbled backwards, only to find yourself caught by Matthew's quick reflexes.

"Whoa there," Matthew's voice was calm, his arms wrapped securely around you. "Are you alright?"

Once again you met his blue-grey eyes, and you felt your heart racing as you momentarily lost yourself in their depths. "Yeah, I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice revealing a breathlessness you couldn't conceal. "Thanks."

Matthew steadied you, his hands lingering on your waist a fraction longer than necessary, stirring a warmth that spread through you. "No worries," he replied softly, his gaze holding yours with a gentle intensity. "But you can always just say it if you can't resist me."

Rolling your eyes in mock exasperation to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, you teased back, "Don't flatter yourself, Tkachuk. It was just an accident."

His grin widened, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Sure, sure," he responded, his playful manner unwavering. "But accidents can lead to interesting places."

Unable to stifle a laugh at his persistence, you shook your head with amusement. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here we are," Matthew countered, his tone light but his eyes holding a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

But before you could reply, your brother appeared, slightly tipsy and curious. "Hey y/n, everything alright here?" he asked, eyeing you and Matthew with interest.

"Yeah, all good," you replied quickly, stepping back from Matthew's embrace. "Just a minor collision."

Your brother raised an eyebrow but chose not to press further. "Alright, just checking. You know how wild these parties can get."

"Yeah, I know," you agreed, grateful for the interruption. "Thanks."

As your brother then wandered off, Matthew turned to you with a more serious expression. "How about we leave?"

"What?" you asked, surprised by his sudden suggestion.

"Let's get out of here," he repeated, his voice soft but resolute.

Confusion mixed with a touch of curiosity as Matthew took your hand, leading you away from the bustling crowd. Despite your uncertainty, you were drawn to his calm assurance, ready to follow wherever this unexpected night might lead.

Matthew guided you out of the noisy room, his hand warm and firm in yours, fingers intertwined as if they naturally belonged that way. The sounds of the party gradually faded as you stepped into the cool night air, a refreshing change from the warmth and noise inside. You followed him down a path that veered away from the venue, guided by the gentle moonlight casting soft shadows around you.

"Where are we heading?"

He glanced back at you, a mischievous yet reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Just trust me. It’s… quieter."

You walked together in comfortable silence, the lively sounds of the city night slowly giving way to the distant crash of waves. After a few minutes, you arrived at a secluded spot overlooking the beach, the peaceful scene illuminated by the moon's soft glow. The rhythmic sound of waves brushing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, while stars sparkled brightly above, mirroring the newfound excitement in your heart.

"This is... nice," you confessed softly, taking in the tranquil beauty surrounding you.

Matthew shrugged casually, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the sea met the sky. "Sometimes it's good to escape all the noise. Clears the mind."

You nodded in agreement, savouring the calmness that enveloped both of you. "Yeah, it does."

Standing side by side, immersed in the serene atmosphere, you sensed a shift in the air. It was a moment suspended in time, where words felt unnecessary yet emotions spoke volumes. Despite the unexpectedness of being alone with Matthew Tkachuk, someone you often clashed with, there was an unspoken understanding between you now.

Then, almost as if to break the tension or perhaps to fully embrace it, you spoke up, your voice teasing yet tinged with uncertainty. "Listen, Tkachuk, if you're planning to kidnap me —"

"Then what?" Matthew interrupted, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he turned and closed the distance between you, his tall figure towering over you. "What would you do if I did kidnap you, huh?" he challenged, his tone teasing yet carrying a hint of something deeper.

You were momentarily stunned into silence, caught off guard by his unexpected boldness.

"Lost for words?" Matthew teased further, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed your reaction, his presence exerting a magnetic pull that left you slightly breathless.

"N-no," you managed to stammer out, your mind racing to process the whirlwind of emotions. "I'm just... not sure why you suddenly wanted to be alone with me like this."

Matthew paused, pressing his lips together and his expression softening as he considered his response, his gaze unwaveringly locked with yours.

"Lost for words?" you teased back gently. "I mean, you could have just—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Matthew leaned in and kissed you, a sudden gesture that completely took you by surprise yet somehow felt inevitable. The abruptness made your knees weaken momentarily, leaving you stunned. But then, driven by a newfound desire, you found yourself responding to the kiss, your hands instinctively gripping the front of his shirt.

Matthew cupped your face tenderly with his hands, sending a rush of warmth through you. The kiss was filled with urgency, conveying emotions that words had failed to capture. It was everything unexpected yet strangely fitting.

And when he then pulled back, both of you were breathless, chests rising and falling together. His forehead rested gently against yours, and as you looked into his eyes, you saw a mix of vulnerability and determination that mirrored your own inner turmoil.

"I wanted to be alone with you because... I can't get you out of my head," Matthew confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile moment between you. "You drive me crazy in ways I can't explain. I just... needed you to know that."

Your heart raced at his honesty, a swirl of emotions overwhelming you. This was Matthew Tkachuk—the guy who always managed to push your buttons—now standing before you with a vulnerability that felt disarmingly real.

"I..." you began, struggling to find words that matched the intensity of the moment. "I've been thinking about you too. More than I'd like to admit."

His eyes brightened with hope and relief upon hearing your confession, a gentle smile forming at the corners of his lips. "So, what do we do now?" he asked softly, his thumb delicately caressing your cheek, anchoring you in the present moment.

You returned his smile, genuine joy spreading across your face. "I suppose we see where this takes us. No more arguing, no more games. Just... us."

Matthew's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with happiness and anticipation. "I like the sound of that."

He then kissed you again, slower this time, his lips conveying a promise of newfound connection and unspoken possibilities. When you finally pulled away, the world around you felt different—brighter, filled with potential.

And as you walked hand in hand back towards the distant sounds of music and laughter, there was a renewed energy crackling between you. You knew your brother would notice the change immediately. Always protective, he might initially confront Matthew, but you trusted him to ultimately understand.

[secretlittlerandezvous]

The Vows - Mathhew Tkachuk

Summary: Y/n and Matthew are getting married. When it’s time to exchange vows, Matthew speaks from the heart while also throwing in some jokes.

Words: 919

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the outdoor venue. Y/n couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment as she stood at the altar, the breeze gently tugging at her veil. All the months of planning, the late-night talks, the dreams of this day were finally becoming a reality. She glanced over at Matthew, who stood beside her, his strong presence radiating calm confidence despite the excitement buzzing in the air. His deep brown eyes locked with hers, and for a second, it felt like everything around them faded into the background. There was no one else in that moment, just the two of them.

Matthew shifted his weight from one foot to the other, nervously adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. The crowd went silent, every gaze on the couple, but he could hardly focus on anything except Y/n. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, his thoughts racing. He had never imagined standing here, ready to make such a serious commitment, but now that he was, he couldn’t have imagined anything else.

The officiant smiled at them; his voice was warm which only added to the magic of the day. He nodded at Y/n, signaling that it was time to share their vows.

Y/n squeezed Matt’s hand, her fingers trembling slightly, but she was ready. She had prepared for this, rehearsed her words a thousand times in her mind, but now that the moment had arrived, the words seemed to come straight from her heart.

“Matthew,” she began, her voice clear but full of emotion. “From the very first moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You’re not just my partner; you’re my best friend, my biggest supporter, and my home. I promise to always be there for you, to laugh with you, cry with you, and support you through everything that life throws our way. I will celebrate your victories, comfort you in your losses, and stand by you when you need me the most. I vow to never stop growing with you, to keep learning and loving you in ways that only make us stronger. You are everything to me, and I am so grateful to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her voice wavered slightly as she finished, but it didn’t matter. The love in her words was undeniable.

When it was his turn, Matt took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had a tendency to be the jokester, the guy who always knew how to lighten the mood, but standing here in front of all their friends and family, with Y/n as his bride, he felt the weight of this promise more than he ever had before. He was about to tell her just how much she meant to him, how much she had changed him.

He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her skin. “Y/n,” he began. “I’ve said a lot of things to you over the years, some funny, some serious, and a few probably ridiculous, but today, in front of everyone who matters, I want to say the most important thing I’ve ever said to you.” He paused, taking a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. “I promise to always put us first. To never take you for granted, even when we’re in the middle of a game and you’re sending me five texts about the latest reality show you’re obsessed with-”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in recognition. She had, indeed, sent those texts during his games more times than she could count, and he always read them whenever he got a chance.

“But seriously,” Matthew continued, his expression softening as he gazed at her. “I vow to always make you laugh, even when you’re feeling down. Even if it means dancing around like a fool in the kitchen or telling bad jokes until you roll your eyes at me. Most importantly, I promise to love you in ways I didn’t even know I was capable of. You’ve made me a better man just by being in my life, and now that we’re here, I know one thing for sure: I want to spend every single day of my life showing you just how much I love you. You’ve already made me the luckiest guy alive, and I can’t wait to see what’s next.”

A wave of emotion washed over Y/n as she listened to him. She expected the humor, but she didn’t expect this deep, heartfelt promise. The man standing before her was everything she had ever wanted, and more. He was her rock, her laughter, and her heart.

Matthew took a step closer, his hand resting on her cheek as he leaned in, his voice just above a whisper. “I want to build a future with you, Y/n. A life full of love, adventure, and everything we’ve ever dreamed of. You’re my everything, and I’ll never stop fighting for you.”

Tears filled Y/n’s eyes as she nodded, her hand gently squeezing his. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

The officiant, smiling warmly at them, nodded once more, his voice strong and clear. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Matthew, you may kiss your bride.”

Matthew’s face lit up with a grin, and without missing a beat, he pulled Y/n into his arms, kissing her deeply and passionately as the crowd erupted in cheers.

[swissboyhisch]

All-Star Love

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuck x Lemiuex!Reader

Summary: The NHL All Star weekend is always fun. But bring in a romance... Then that's when it becomes interesting.

Word Count: 1742

Warnings: None I think. Please tell me if I'm wrong.

A/N: This comes from a fanific I've written myself. I adjusted it for this but I loved this idea/scene.

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All-Star weekend 2020. This year it was being held in St. Louis. You had arrived on the Pittsburgh plane with Sidney Crosby, Kris Letang and Tristan Jarry since you were currently working with the team. Despite being Lemiuex’s child, you had earned yourself a position as an assistant coach at such a young age. You grew up playing the game. Now you were also the captain of the Canadian Women’s team. 

The last few years, you had attended the games alongside Sidney, who was an older brother after he lived with you and your family after he was drafted in 2005. It was a staple weekend in the season schedule. You had the chance to see all the friends and players you were close with and get to have some fun. Often you could even find yourself doing media stuff. 

This year the NHL had introduced the Elite Women’s 3 on 3. You were the youngest on the Canadian team by 5 years. They also have allowed the women on the teams to compete in the skills competitions. You had been placed into the Shooting Stars event. This meant that you were competing against your boyfriend, Matt, and his brother, Brady. Others in the skills competition include Mitch Marner, Patrick Kane, Tyler Seguin, David Perron, Hillary Knight, Danid Pastrnak and Ryan O’Reilly. 

Right now you were dressed in a pair of jeans and your team jersey. Standing in line waiting to be called to the stage where you’d be shooting from. With Mitch, Matt and Brady in front of you, the four of you were chatting and laughing. Each of you were excited to shoot off the platform. 

“Now your Gatorade Shooting Stars… from your St. Louis Blues, number 57, David Perron!”

The arena came to life, all cheering on one of the home team players. Perron, with his son in his arms, made his way up the stairs from ice levels. Handing out beanies and high fiving the fans as he went up to the platform.

“From the Toronto Maple Leafs, number 16, Mitch Marner.” 

Mitch followed Perron up the steps. Handing out hats as he went. Matt stepped forward to the bottom of the stars, looking up at all the fans. He had a hand on your lower back. Brady had let your stand next to your boyfriend whilst you three waited.

“From the Calgary Flames, number 19, Matthew Tkachuk.” Matt follows Mitch up. “From the Ottawa Senators, number 7, Brady Tkachuk.”

“The Canadian Women’s All Star, number 11, (Y/N) Lemieux.”

As you walked up the many stairs, you handed out rolled up t-shirts to fans. It was weird to have this many cameras in your face though. If you were honest, the walk up to the platform looked a lot shorter from the bottom. Especially the amount of stairs you had to climb. You reached the platform and waited for the rest of the players to join herself,Matt, Brady, Mitch and Perron. When everyone had gotten there, it went straight into the competition. First to shoot was Perron. He scored a total of 14 points. Mitch was next on the platform. He scored an awesome 22 points.

“Our next shooter, Matthew Tkachuk,” Nick started. “Your brother Brady is following you so we thought, hey, why not get one more Tkachuk up here. Why not bring up your Dad. Give it up St. Louis, for all-star Kieth Tkachuk!”

Yourself and Brady grin, tapping your sticks as you watched Keith join Matt on the platform, an arm around his shoulder with a wide smile on his face. Nick motioned for Brady to join them as well. You decided to give him a light shove as a joke.

“You should be up here as well,” Brady commented as he joined his brother and father.

You laughed at Brady’s comment. Sending a wink to Matt as well who had the biggest smile on his face.

Keith turned to face you, giving you a joking look, “I think we’re missing someone up here.”

“I ain’t no Tkachuck,” You reply. “Enjoy the moment, big guy.”

Matt stepped forward from where he was standing, holding his hand out for you. “Well, maybe we should change that, hey?”

“What?”

Keith, Brady and Nick stepped back from the platform and Matt grabbed your hand, pulling you to the centre of the platform they were standing on. Your hands flew to your mouth as you watched Matt slowly kneel to one knee and open a ring box. In the box sat the most perfect engagement ring you had ever seen.

“No way,” you breathed, looking at Matt who had the biggest smile on his face.

“You’ve been my best friend since we met all those years ago right here in this very arena. When little (Y/N) bumped into me as she ran to get away from her dad. You’ve been considered part of this family since then but I think I need to make it official, make sure you don’t stand out too much with that last name. Will you do me the greatest honour of changing your last name from Lemieux to Tkachuk?”

You nodded, too shocked to answer in words. The arena roared to life when Matt stood up and kissed you. He pulled the ring out of the box as you dropped your gloves. You cried as Matt slid the ring on your finger. Once he had sealed the deal, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders excitedly.

The players around them and on the bench, as well as the whole arena, were screaming and cheering. Mitch and Brady made sure they were heard over everyone else. 

“I can’t believe you,” You laughed as you pulled away from Matt. Brady was the first to hug you congratulations. He had the biggest grin as well. The smile gave him away. “You knew!”

“Of course I did,” Brady chuckles, “I helped choose the ring.”

Brady was interrupted when Keith pulled you into a hug. “I think you should just keep your last name, it’s more recognisable.”

“Tkachuk is better, that's for sure.”

Nick soon joined the happy group. You were tucked into Matt’s side like usual. Nick held his hand out to Matt who shook it happily before handing Matt a new jersey. It was a grey All-Star Canadian jersey like you were wearing. You grabbed it from Matt, checking the back which now had Tkachuk on it.

“Oh my god,” You grinned, pulling off your current jersey for the new one.

“Hey, have a look at the photo up on the board you guys.” There was a photo of Keith kneeling by the bench in front of a young Brady, Matt and yourself. You had attended the weekend with her father and hung out with the boys. One of the rare times you got to see the Tkachuk brothers as a kid. “How exciting is it to be on this platform being here, history in the making, with your sons and soon to be in-law?”

“I’m so proud of these guys,” Keith stated, smiling at you three. “They’ve earned being here. Matt and Brady grew up here, watched me play here. I mean, Matt met (Y/N) just outside the home change rooms in this arena.” At that, there was a picture of Matt, Brady and Taryn, the youngest Tkachuk, standing with Keith now on the screen.  “I love these guys. I know they love the Blues deep down.”

“Oh, we’re excited to have you here. 18000 people wanna know, how many pucks can Tkachuk chuck, chuck? So why don’t you have a go at this.” Keith took Matt’s stick from him as the three young adults stepped back. “Come on, Keith Tkachuk everybody!”

Keith shot the puck, nearly getting it in the 10 pointer net. “Not a lot of love for that arch there Tkachuk,” You chirped as he turned to give Matt his stick back.

He hugged the three of you before Matt stepped up to the platform. But only after a kiss from you. Keith’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as they watched Matt drop his gloves.

“How characteristic…” You giggles, stopping when he pulls off his Calgary jersey to reveal an old St. Louis Cardinals jersey.

“Who’d he fight?” Keith laughed. “He won’t touch you.”

“He’ll fight me,” Brady mumbled from beside you.

The three of you chuckled as you watched Matt take his first shot. As he took his next few shots, you listened to Brady and Keith chirp your boyfriend, well now Fiance. Matt ended up with 24, getting a 10 on his last one.

“Look at you go,” You smiled, pecking Matt when he switched spots with Brady. 

Brady stepped up to the plate. Matt pulled from under his dad’s arm into his. Having you stand in front of him with his arms around you. When Brady took his first shot, Matt laughed at the fact his brother didn’t do anything special as a tribute to their hometown. 

“Next up we have the last of the three musketeers.”

You stepped onto the platform, with a good luck kiss from Matthew. You had 7 shots to hit the targets laid out on the ice below. With the first shot you hit a 5. After your 6 other shots, you came to a total of 24 as well. Tie with Matthew. After everyone else had taken their shot, it was only Matthew and yourself that had the highest score. No-one had outshot you two. 

“Since you both scored an amazing 24 points, we go to a sudden death shootout. One shot. Highest score wins.”

Matt shot first, missing the arch but a hair. You shot next. The puck went flying over the arch. Actually hitting Jarry who was chilling at the end of the end with some of the other goalies. 

“Injure your goalie, why don’t ya?” Matt chirps as he steps up once again. 

Round two. Matt shoots and hits the 5 points. Only way for you to beat that was to score the same or hit the arch for 10 points. You took a moment before finally shooting the puck. It went straight into the arch. You grin, cheering as you turn to where Matt was standing.

“Better luck next time Tkachuk!”

He smiled, coming up to congratulate you. He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Next time, you’ll be a Tkachuk as well.”

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𝐄𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

below are the my own personal works. if you’d like to request a certain idea, feel free to in my inbox. furthermore, if you’d like to be added to my taglist, all you have to do is ask, or fill out the form in my navigation. i promise i don’t bite ;)

you are responsible for the content you consume. i am not your parent and won’t police you. most of what i write is fairly tame, but if you aren’t sure—don’t read it. i want you to be comfortable online. be gentle with yourself and know your limits.

feel free to request! what i have right now is a rough outline—players will be added, as will works.

⇨ most recently completed — 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ( jh86 )

⇨ upcoming — ???

JH86

જ⁀➴ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( completed ) ( 18 + )

pairing — jack hughes x best friend!f!reader

synopsis — a sunset boat ride with your childhood best friend reveals more than you ever thought it would. based loosely on you are in love by taylor swift.

જ⁀➴ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 ( completed )

pairing — jack hughes x childhood best friend!reader

synopsis — pining over someone is never fun—even less so when they’re your childhood best friend, and dating someone else.

જ⁀➴ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ( completed ) ( part two of second best )

pairing — jack hughes x childhood best friend!reader

synopsis — you have to face jack after finally realizing that it’s an unrequited love; it’ll either spell the start or end of a lifelong friendship.

જ⁀➴ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ( wip ) ( 18 + )

pairing — jack hughes x ex!f!reader

synopsis — a wedding, an after party, running into your ex after two years; what could go wrong? oh, yeah—everything. based loosely on about you by the 1975.

જ⁀➴ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x childhood best friend!reader

synopsis — receiving an invitation in the mail bearing your long-time crush’s and another’s name would normally be cause to give up and move on. not for jack hughes. he’s determined to win you over, even if he only has six months to do it. based loosely on scott street by phoebe bridgers.

જ⁀➴ 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x zegras!singer!reader

synopsis — a sold out show, glances shared between yourself and your older brother’s best friend leads to an encounter you wouldn’t have expected—and one you can’t forget. based loosely on think later by tate mcrae.

TZ11

જ⁀➴ 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 & 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — trevor zegras x ex!f!reader

synopsis — four months after a messy break up with the anahiem ducks’ finest, you find each other again at a party. only difference? he has a girl on his arm, one who isn’t you. based loosely on i don’t wanna talk (i just wanna dance) by glass animals.

જ⁀➴ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎, 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 ( wip )

pairing — trevor zegras x f!reader ; omc x f!reader ( briefly )

synopsis — you have been best friends with trevor since before you knew what a best friend was. convinced you are in love with him, your current boyfriend makes a scene at the bar, forcing you to consider the possibility that yes, you may have been in love with your best friend. based loosely on say yes to heaven by lana del rey

QH43

જ⁀➴ 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ( wip )

pairing — quinn hughes x ex!f!reader

synopsis — angry and confused following a sudden break up with your long-term boyfriend leads you drunk and miserable at a house party. and who else would play your white knight than your ex-boyfriend, quinn? based loosely on you don’t go to parties by 5sos.

જ⁀➴ 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — quinn hughes x f!reader ; jack hughes x ex!f!reader

synopsis — on-and-off with his brother, quinn has seen every terrible thing jack has done to you. when finally you’ve had enough, the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself; why fuck his best friend, when you can fuck his brother? based loosely on i should’ve fucked your brother by olivia o’brien

જ⁀➴ 𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( 18 + ) ( completed ) ( 400 celly! )

pairing — quinn hughes x f!reader

synopsis — ever since overhearing quinn’s snide remark at you, you’ve been just shy of killing each other whenever in the same room. when halloween comes up and your friend group winds up at a haunted house, you are unfortunately paired with quinn to go through the attraction. together. alone.

MB13

જ⁀➴ '𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing — mat barzal x f!reader ; trevor zegras x ex!f!reader

synopsis — after breaking up with the man you thought you’d marry, you finally manage to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and offer them to another. only, your budding romance isn’t as secret as you once thought. a meeting on the ice of your past and present brings more than just bruised skin and bloody knuckles: it brings a choice. your now, or your before?

MT19

જ⁀➴ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍, 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇, 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairing — matthew tkachuk x f!reader

synopsis — the swift approach of brady’s wedding leaves matthew with no choice but to ask his neighbor to accompany him as his plus one; a weekend of forced proximity, a one-bed room, and heaps of alcohol—what could go wrong? based loosely on talk fast by 5sos.

JH86

જ⁀➴ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x f!reader

synopsis — a failed marriage would have been worse, had it not resulted in your only son, blake hughes. summer is coming up, and so arrives the deal you’d made with blake’s father, jack—he gets to take him to michigan for two of the three months out of summer. only problem? blake refuses to go with his father, unless you come too. eager to please your son, and not ruin his summer, you agree. will you manage to hold your ground and resist jack, or fall right back into his arms?

part one

part two

part three

???

જ⁀➴ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ( 18 + ) ( wip )

pairing — jack hughes x fem!reader ; best friend!luke hughes x fem reader ( platonic )

synopsis — from freshman year until now, you’ve buried your feelings for your best friend’s older brother in the shallow grave of your heart. an annual summer trip to the east coast reveals much more than you desired, and begins the knotted love story of yourself and jack hughes.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ( completed )

a summer getaway to the coast unravels more secrets than you’re comfortable sharing; namely, the love you’ve harbored for your best friend’s older brother for nearly five years. based loosely on cruel summer by taylor swift.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ( completed ) ( 18 + )

the second part of breakable heaven, we jump forward to the holiday season, drawing you back home to michigan, and right back into the arms of your first and only love. based loosely on i wish you would by taylor swift.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 ( completed ) ( 18 + )

the third installment of breakable heaven, you find yourself trying your hardest to foster a relationship with jack, all while keeping luke none the wiser. what happens when it all comes out at jack’s birthday celebration? based loosely on dress by taylor swift.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ( completed )

the fourth part of breakable heaven; dealing with the fallout of luke discovering your secret relationship with his older brother, you find yourself pouring over the memories of what was—and trying your hardest to hold onto what is, even as summer rapidly approaches and nothing is certain. based loosely on the very first night by taylor swift.

[mommahughes19-23]

Baby Devil - J.H

y/user : already in love with you 01/19/25

tagged : @jackhughes

jackhughes : WHEN, HOW, WHERE, DID YOU GET THE LITTLE OUTFIT 💓 🫨🤨😱

↪ nicohischier : @y/user he's quite literally crying in the shower ... I can hear him from my stall

↪ lhughes_06 : so like what if it isn't a girl and you spent ur money on a headband u won't use 🤨

↪ y/user : @lhughes_06 sir it is 2024 my child will wear it no matter the gender thank u vm

emeliekulikova : congrats my forever favorite WAG, miss you much pretty girl 💓

lexlexdemko : @y/user @jackhughes T and I are beyond thrilled for you guys! Can't wait to see some 'nucks swag on the little one!

tdemko30 : 💓 🫨 🤧

dawson1417 : STOKED to take the little one snowboarding

↪ y/user : @dawson1417 did u even ask u butthole? 🤨🫷🏻

_quinnhughes : about to be the BIGGEST Canucks fan we ever had

njdevils : Can't wait to add the little guy to the roster!

↪ y/user : OR GIRL @njdevils

↪ njdevils : 🫡 @y/user

curtislazar95 : we trust jack with children? where did we go wrong 🙅🏻

bradytkachuk : Emma wants to know when you will allow playdates to happen.

↪ y/user : well with that attitude @bradytkachuk for you NEVER, for Emma WHENEVER YOU WANT MY LOVE 💓

↪ ehtkachuk : I CANNOT WAIT!!!!!! @y/user

bradytkachuck : @y/user ROOD 🤧

A.N : Okie so here is this lil thing. Idk I saw the lil onesie pic and I HAD TO DO SOMETHING OK. This will be my last post of the night bc a girl is tired lol. I think I am gonna do something like this for a few other players maybe. I dont think imma be able to post anything till either tomorrow night or Monday so dont kill me please and thank you.

urrrrrm idk idk idk idk idk what else so thanks and bless Brandon Montour ... hope I missed nothing other than IDK WHY SOME OF THE COMMENTS WONT FORMAT HOW I WANT

ALSO bc she said please @skylershines here you go pookie pie momma <3

[ratatatastic]

the sauna robe era: a beautiful saga unfolding before us. we really have gone from "it was matthew's idea to wear them for pregame fits" to "sasha texted them team to make them wear the robes for the preds game"

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DO YOU KNOW HOW FUNNY IT IS THAT BOTH RODDY AND MAFFHEW WENT oh the whole team all thought it was a prank but we still wore them anyways which somehow makes the robe walkin an exercise in trust and love that everyone passed with flying colours god this team is filled with lobe and friemdship

also happy mackie did in fact get ribbed for taking the shirt option his team uncles sure are giving him the rookie experience and also "i wasn't sure if i was showing too much skin or not" on a team

THAT WALKED IN LIKE THIS WITHOUT ANY SHAME. YEAH BUD I DONT THINK THATS A PROBLEM HERE.

the robes are truly a hit amongst the team aka we dont have to use our brains and we just put on a robe its fantastic, mackie maffhew and nosey are on absolutely onboard unsurprisingly

and if you wondering oh what about paul when will we see him-

the answer is a firm NO on both accounts so to those (me) who wanted to see an old man in a skimpy robe our dreams have to be crushed from the getgo but maybe if the streak goes long enough-