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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — FWB!matthew tkachuk x f!reader
𝐰𝐜 — 1.7k
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — "old habits die hard..." — or, your boyfriend won’t fuck you right, so you run to the one person who always does.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — patrons know the chokehold this toxic sin-fest has on me and probably always will... in all seriousness, this is one of my favorite things i've ever published and i am so insanely proud of it. i hope you love it as much as i do <3
(spoiler — not possible teehee)
18+ MDNI — content warnings under the cut.
𝐜𝐰 — profanity, innuendo, matthew’s filthy mouth and lack of morals, cheating (not on matty or the reader), outdated/incorrect information about having sex for the first time, borderline too much degradation, some objectification to add a little spice, unprotected sex w a cheeky creampie (what did you expect from two morally bankrupt individuals written by me, a retired whore?), matthew being a noncommittal, possessive piece of shit joking about knocking people up for funzies
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“D’you think you’re so addicted to my cock because you know I don’t give a fuck what you think about me? Or care if you think I’m a Nice Guy?”
Even buried to the hilt—bare with nothing between you and far too fucking close for comfort—Matthew Tkachuk runs his mouth like he’s got nothing to lose and even less to prove. He’s insufferable, his only redeeming quality being the pulsing appendage threatening to split you in half as you buck in his lap.
With your hands braced against his hard chest for leverage, you drown out his grating voice, chasing the white-hot surges, bolts of lightning leading you to the brink of collapse with renewed vigor.
The sooner you come, the sooner he’s gone.
“All I care about, sweetheart, is fucking you good and hard. Giving it to you like the hungry, cockdrunk whore that you are.”
Debonair attitude. Sly confidence. Vulgar demeanor.
Filthy fucking mouth.
You were warned about Matthew Tkachuck. Repeatedly. Warned about him and his complete lack of a filter, about his total disregard for anyone’s feelings but his own. His aversion to commitment, to monogamy, to propriety.
All the things that repulse you about the man lounging on expensive hotel sheets beneath you—as you do all the work—lure you back to him in equal measure. He shouldn’t turn you on, but that’s exactly why he does. He’s all wrong, wrong, wrong.
Which makes him just right.
“I bet if your fiancé walked in right now, you’d just keep riding me. You wouldn’t even notice, would you? After all, you haven’t cum yet. And that’s all you care about, right? Using my cock to get your rocks off because Billy Boyfriend’s too scared to give you what you really need. Lucky for you, I’m not a fuckin’ pussy. I don’t treat you like a fragile doll because I know you’ll take anything I give you—and beg for more. I treat you like what you are, not some chaste little princess.”
You’ve been with Bill for nearly a decade, engaged for more than a year. It’ll be a spring wedding, probably. If the venue pans out, and the caterer finally calls you back with a final quote.
Perfect on paper.
He doesn’t pay attention to you the way he used to. Just throws money at the problem until he can bury himself in work again, undisturbed by you or nagging obligation.
Flowers for being three hours late, a necklace for missing dinner entirely. A trip overseas when he had to go into the office on your anniversary.
But he’s nice, so fucking nice it hurts, and more loyal than the Golden Retriever he wants to adopt after the honeymoon. After you’re settled into a custom-build nestled comfortably in the suburbs and far away from the city. White picket fence, manicured lawn, barely-there speed limits.
It's all so nauseatingly idyllic. So perfectly attuned with what you thought you wanted, what you spent your childhood coveting.
All your single friends are jealous; your committed friends are resentful. Your family loves him, and even though you’ve got a fucked up way of showing it, so do you.
And he loves you too. He’s just busy. It’ll be different once we’re settled, he says. You try to believe him, though not as hard as you should. You tell yourself it's because he doesn’t either.
Bill’s gotten lazy. You’ve gotten bored.
You’re no angel, and never claimed to be. You just want to feel good.
Matthew barks out a dry laugh, almost like he can read your mind.
“You haven’t been since I first got you on your knees at his birthday party. And definitely not after I popped that sweet cherry you were so adamant about saving for him."
Bill doesn’t fuck you. He never has.
He makes love to you. It’s that romance-novel tenderness that got you here in the first place. Slow, sweet, and nearly devoid of passion. It’s so gentle you have to think of him just to come.
How he fucks you.
How tightly he yanks your hair, craning your neck until it aches. How hard he kneads and smacks your ass, bullying the skin until you sob. How deep his cock reaches. And how he takes, takes, takes without forethought. How could you accept a lifetime of only tame rutting in the face of Pavlovian depravity?
It’s awful, and it's so profoundly selfish, but his everything has you in a bind.
Matthew’s everything is ruining your life.
An uncharacteristic wave of guilt and sadness washes over you, and before you can catch yourself, you’re staring down at the engagement ring. The band constricts, digging into your finger like it's out for blood when you glimpse the indentation it left behind on Matthew’s peck. You wince, then choke down the shame lodged in your throat, screwing your eyes shut to will it away.
“If it's bothering you that much, take it off. I’ll keep it safe for you.” —wink— “I can’t imagine the weight of a rock like that, especially one you don’t even deserve. But, if you actually felt as guilty as you claim to, you wouldn’t be this wet on another man’s cock. Don’t play saint now. You’ll ruin the fun.”
You can’t do this right now; you can’t have this worn-out fight. So, you say what you always say even though you’ve long since stopped trying to mean it.
“You keep saying that, sweetheart. We should stop. This is the last time. But no matter what you say, you always come crawling back to me sooner or later because I have what you need. Because I’m not him. Because I fuck you better.”
His words light you on fire. You hate it, but how deeply your body enjoys them is undeniable. How tightly you squeeze and flutter with every degrading line, choking his cock as you use him to satisfy your own perverted needs. How his brutal honesty, his refusal to let you forget your zealous participation in the affair for even a second, arches your back and hardens your nipples.
Even without all that evidence stacked against you, the blitzed-out look on your face says it all. One look at you and everyone would know just how right Matthew is.
“Shut the fuck up,” you growl.
You say it for the sake of saying it. To know, when you curl into Bill's side tonight, that you said something to deny his assessment of you.
But the last thing you want is for him to shut his mouth.
Not right now, not when you’re right there—
“You can’t hide from me, sweetheart, and you can’t lie to me. You can’t fool me, either. I see right fucking through you. It terrifies you—and you love it.”
His raspy voice swims freely through your hollowed-out mind. It unwittingly thumbs through every unforgivable memory, like some sort of pornographic Rolodex.
Matthew’s hips grinding against yours in darkened corners and dive-bar bathroom stalls and poker tables.
His hands fighting against hard-earned sweat in the foggy backseat of his car, battling to find purchase anywhere he can so he can keep rutting with reckless abandon before you’re expected home.
His fingertips burrowing into the sides of your throat, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to silence, hard enough to hurt.
Him spilling inside of you, ropes painting the sacred place white with no remorse or expectation of responsibility.
Matty’s hand over your mouth, urging you to be fucking quiet as he pistons in and out, in and out, keeping you pinned against the bathroom door, against the only thing standing between Bill and the worst discovery of his apple-pie life—
Old habits die hard.
Especially when it’s one that always feels that fucking good. No matter how lecherous or immoral.
Or how badly the betrayal would hurt someone underserving and innocent.
“Even if you walk down that aisle and take his last name, you’ll still belong to me. Wedding or not, this pathetic, weeping cunt belongs to me. But it’s all gonna be okay, though. Don’t you worry that pretty, empty head. I don’t mind sharing my toys. Especially with someone who could never compete.”
You can't compete where you don't compare.
He doesn’t want to be your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be anyone’s boyfriend. He isn’t the Relationship Type. He doesn’t even want to be exclusive. That’s part of his appeal, no matter how fervently you deny it. He doesn’t want more than pleasure—primal, deviant pleasure—and that’s all you're looking for.
That's all you need.
“Where do you want my load, dirty girl?”
“Inside. I-Inside me, please, Matty.”
“Right answer.”
The burst of warmth is like getting a perfect grade you didn’t earn. Or feeling the cash your sibling gave you in exchange for not ratting them out sitting in your back pocket. It's hard to feel bad about the wrong you’ve done when the payoff is so deliciously worthwhile.
Matthew twitches, still hugged by your sensitive walls, and you shudder.
This is the high you chase every time you bend your morals until they splinter. The still nothingness that lays beyond the denouement, where everything is glowy and the pit inside you appears not-so-bottomless for once. The lack of expectations and obligations. The sheer freedom that stringless pleasure, that sensual self-indulgence provides.
Matthew doesn’t owe you anything, you don’t owe him anything either, and neither of you pretends otherwise.
And you sure as fuck don’t trip on his dirty laundry every time you walk into the bedroom.
“If that doesn’t take,” Matthew flicks his hips in emphasis, “…let me know when and where you want your wedding present, sweetheart.”
You don’t answer. You push his hands away and roll off of him unceremoniously. But he keeps talking.
Matthew is always talking.
“Oh, and before I forget, would you be a dear and let Billy know I won’t be able to make it for his bachelor party? I don’t know why, but I have the oddest feeling that something desperately needing my attention will come up.”
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Unexpected Meetings
Hey y’all! This is a work of fiction that I’ve been working on and I really hope you guys enjoy it! It’s a bit of a Detroit: Become Human! AU with a little bit of NHL hockey mixed into it, so if you’re unfamiliar with one fandom, or both, hopefully I did an alright job with giving enough background info and insight. I want to also thank @onigirimiya11 for proof-reading this and helping me with editing, and my younger sister for being a beta reader. Once again, I hope you enjoy this! :)
Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None
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8:45:15 PM – November 13th, 2042
Kamski University – Detroit, MI
Raindrops fell upon the dim lit streets of Detroit, puddling and creating mirrors and portals to another universe. The arched building of Kamski University pointed at the sky, as if it were pointing to a god. But there was no other god in Detroit besides Elijah Kamski himself. Android mastermind, a scientist who played god, created machine so close to man, perhaps even a mirror of man. He lived away on the outskirts of Detroit, away from the public eye.
Students at Kamski University were some of the most brilliant minds, only a select few could be enrolled after passing a complex exam along with a few other tests of intelligence. Many looked up to the students at Kamski University. Young, intuitive, dedicated researchers were a model for students all across the globe. They followed the steps of Kamski, working on technology to further advance what man has created, to be better than before. Why play god and end what you have done when you can raise demi-gods?
Many scholars at this time spend their hours working on a project, a new advancement for Detroit, or researching a new discovery, in hopes of clarifying what it would mean for the world. It was never about themselves, it was always what they could do for the future, for Kamski.
She sat there staring at the laptop screen, sorting the lines of code into a more organized unit, the numbers and commands becoming a language that she understood by heart. It was like a tongue that she grew up with, a song that she has recited plenty of times. It started to become a blur in her eyes, the numbers not making sense like it used to a minute ago, the errors in her code becoming more prominent. Her eyes strained at the glaring screen, searching for a solution that wasn’t so evident.
Frustration was building up inside of her, a beast that was starting to be awoken with one small mistake, a monster that could snap at any given moment. She got up and shut the laptop closed, removing the irritating lines of code out of her sight. Her hands reached to her bag, to the door handle, and out of the confining dorm room.
Few minutes from the campus of Kamski University was a museum, a time capsule embedded into the center of Detroit, moments of history frozen into one single place all together. The rain blurred the sharp corners and lights of the building, fading it into the background of the large, noisy city.
She stepped inside of the museum, the soft glow of the lights inside pulling her in further, lulling her into a calm state of mind, a gentle focus on the artifacts on display within the museum. Her footsteps echoed in the almost vacant museum, making it evident that she was allowed to be lost in her own world for a fragment of time.
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10:20:38 PM – 13th November, 2042
Little Caesars Arena – Detroit, MI
The Florida Panthers won an ice hockey game in overtime against the Detroit Red Wings, causing the city to sulk in its loss while the rowdy players filled up a local bar to celebrate victory. Matthew Tkachuk was a well known name amongst hockey players, making his way to the Hockey Hall of Fame with his dedication to winning the Stanley Cup, and with his latest game, scoring the winning goal in overtime.
“C’mon Chucky, just one drink at the bar, please!” Lundell pleaded. “You scored in OT! We’ve got to celebrate right?” He searched Matthew’s face for an answer.
Matthew shook his head and sighed, “No, sorry guys.” The group of men groaned and threw complaints around for a bit.
“Just one drink, Matty,” Lucas said. “and then you can go do whatever you want.”
“No, I’m sorry, I just want to relax and go to sleep early tonight guys,” the chorus of groans and sighs started again.
“Alright guys, let’s leave him alone now. He kind of does have a point,” he went off. “Hope you have fun though Matty.”
Matthew nodded and gave them a tight-lipped smile before heading down the street away from the crowded bar. The small corner-shops and store-fronts passed by him like a hazy memory as he walked down the street. Some stores with toys he played with as a kid, books that he got lost in as a young child.
His footsteps were leading him elsewhere, and he was wandering around the streets of Detroit aimlessly. Wanderlust was drifting around within him, like a young child with freedom in an amusement park full of stuffed animals on display, and the sickly-sweet smell of treats hung around the corner.
The fuzzy city skyline of Detroit painted the night sky, replacing the stars with man-made ones. Dabbles of blue hues hung in the air against metal skyscrapers that grasped the sky, reaching for something above the stormy dark clouds.
He stood on the museum steps, taking in everything that was in front of him. The columns of the building towered over him, the soft glow of the museum pulled him in, the gritty aura of Detroit this late alongside the unpleasant weather conditions seemed to force him into the museum.
And there he stood, inside the museum, seemingly alone with all the trinkets of history. Soft, blue lights illuminated the artifacts and sculptures in the museum, and occasional warm yellow lights hung around certain displays like fireflies. Paintings aligned on the wall stared back at him, peering at his every step deeper into the museum.
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11:04:53 PM - 13th November 2042
Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI
She walked around the museum for a little while, getting lost in the taxidermied wildlife displays. She saw how eerily still the lion looks in a defensive stature against another lion. The simulated background looked so realistic, as if she was there right in front of the fight that was presented right in front of her.
In another, she saw a sleuth of bear cubs fighting each other playfully in a forest, their paws up in the air defensively, mouths agape as if they were caught mid-roar. She smiled softly at the thought of animals experiencing joy just like humans do.
As she wandered around the dimly lit museum, she became more entranced than before, each display more immersing than the last. She observed the great blue whales that seemed to float across the ceiling of the museum slowly, the jellyfish that drifted in a rhythmic motion around the center, with different soft translucent colors floating against the blue ocean above, and starfish of varying colors and patterns clung onto the walls, decorating them in a constellation only found on Earth.
Her footsteps led her along to a small library in the museum. It was well furnished with some small tables and a couple of chairs, as well as some cozy cushions that were sat on a rug that was on the floor. Old-fashioned oil lamps were hung against the wall, giving the room a warm yellow glow that comforted her how Detroit couldn’t. The tall, oak-wood bookshelves were well stocked with encyclopedias and textbooks regarding various subjects that the museum displayed.
She reached for a book that sat on top of a table nearby one of the bookshelves and picked it up in her hands. Examining the cover, she noticed it was 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, a childhood classic of hers. She daydreamed about exploring what could be under the ocean surface, what kind of creatures she would see, and all the sorts of tales she would be able to tell.
As she took a step backwards, she accidentally bumped into someone behind her, which startled her for a brief moment before she let out an apology.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there-” she laughed awkwardly as her face became flushed in embarrassment.
“No no, it’s alright.” The man smiled. “It’s pretty late anyways so I didn’t expect another person here either.” He chuckled.
She sent a friendly smile back, observing him lightly, noticing the mop of curly hair on his head, the little gap between his front teeth, and his warm, soft eyes.
“It’s nice to meet someone in the museum, even if it’s this late ya’know,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm glow of the library illuminated his gentle smile and friendly demeanor.
“Yeah it is, even if I wanted to be here alone, it’s a bit nicer having someone around,”
“Ouch,” he feigned a feeling of hurt, “trying to kick me out of a museum now?”
She quickly tried to sputter out an apology but he finished his thought.
“Just kidding around, sorry. I understand sometimes though, it was pretty cool seeing the museum being empty with no people inside,” he said as he looked at her, “or at least, when I thought there were no people inside.”
Her head nodded in agreement before adding on to his statement. “No, yeah, totally agree. Detroit really outdid themselves with this museum.” She set the book she had previously picked up back on the table nearby her, before turning back to him. “And dare I say, better than the development of androids?” she smirked.
He scoffed, “What makes you say that?”
“Know a few things here and there.” She shrugged.
He looked at her skeptically before continuing to speak again. “Well it’s nice having some company, want to walk around the museum with me?”
“Yeah, sure, that’d be nice,” she smiled.
“Great! I really wanted to explore the planetarium exhibit. I've always wanted to learn more about the planets, but I’ve never had enough time to because of-” He quickly cut himself off before he started rambling. “I’m so sorry, I ramble sometimes,” he said sheepishly.
“No it’s okay, I like hearing you talk.” She looked at him warmly.
He felt himself blush and it seemed like it was just the both of them in the museum, with all the time in the world to explore whatever their hearts desire. “I’m glad to hear that.” His smile was bright, the little gap between his teeth making him look all the more sweet.
She stood near the open doorway of the library and motioned for him to follow along. “Should we go check out the planetarium?”
He nodded and gave her a soft smile, to which she started walking towards the planetarium. They both exited the library, and the warm, mellow glow of the library subsided. It was replaced with a cool, deep blue cast, the signature of Detroit was evident. As they both got closer to the planetarium, stars began slowly appearing on the ceiling, little white dots glimmered against the dark background, mimicking the night sky if it wasn’t so harshly wiped out by the cities.
He could hardly make out her silhouette in the dim lighting, which worried him a bit, because he didn’t want her to get lost or separated from him. As he thought about it, he found it odd that he was worried about her, having just met a half-hour ago, but he pushed the thought aside and reasoned it as ‘basic human morals’ to care about losing a stranger that he had just met.
They both reached the planetarium and were greeted by an android staff member near the entrance. “Welcome to the Henderson Museum Planetarium. How many occupants are viewing the show today?”
“Just two,” he said.
“Wonderful, please follow me,” the android instructed.
They both followed behind the android and into the planetarium. It was a large setting, a quiet and dark circular theater and a large dome-shaped ceiling hung above their heads. She looked up in awe, seeing how full of grandeur the planetarium was.
“Holy smokes, this is-” she paused, “spectacular.”
He stood beside her, looking upwards as well, but he was held speechless. His heart felt so full of lovingness for the moment he was held in. He moved his gaze to her face, noticing her wonder for even just the empty theater, and the beauty she held was amplified tenfold by her desire to explore.
The speakers in the theater announced that the showing was about to begin and viewers should be seated to best enjoy the experience. Lights around the theater began to dim, and they both took their seats.
As soon as they were both seated, the large dome was lit up with a vivid projection of the galaxy, the Milky Way was stunning with all the hues of blue and purple bands on display. Stars were scattered in different variations, and some shone brighter than others.
“This is gorgeous,” he spoke breathlessly.
“It really is.” Her gaze was still held in the magnificent view in front of her. He looked at her gently, observing how the stars reflected in her eyes, and how she was so captivated by each description of the galaxy.
He thought about holding her hand for a moment, the feeling of having her hand in his in a gentle clasp, sharing this moment together.
“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered softly.
She turned his head to him, her attention broken away from the dome above. Her head nodded as a response.
“May I,” he paused, “may I hold your hand?” Time froze as he waited for her answer. Was he being too forward? His stomach fell, he started to regret even asking the question.
“Sure thing,” she responded with a soft smile. Her face was dusted in a blush, as he held his hand out to her. She gently put her hand within his, resting it peacefully. His heart fluttered at the touch and she felt the same way as well. A fuzzy-warm feeling drifted over them like a blanket, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of how late it was in the night or if it was the warmth of her hand in his.
The display went on, multiple planets and moons being described with intricate detail, their bright and yet soft colors spun in front of the sparkling stars. The moment went on as if they were floating amongst the stars and planets without anyone else. It felt so surreal to be in a situation like this, away from all the stress of reality.
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01:05:32 AM - 14th November 2042
Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI
As they both exited the museum, hands were still intertwined with each other closely, the harsh winter air of Detroit struck them both, causing them to shiver. He glanced over at her and noticed how much colder she seemed, and how her grasp on him was closer than before.
He took his jacket off before offering it to her, “Here, take my jacket. Don’t want you to catch a cold or anything,” he said.
She accepted his offer and put the jacket over her shoulders, already feeling how much warmth it provided. “Thank you so much, but what about you?” she questioned. “I don’t want you getting sick either,”
“I can handle it, I’m a tough guy,” he chuckled.
She nodded her head in response as they started walking down the street. His cologne was slightly noticeable on his jacket, a calm and yet bold scent. The rain had eased at this hour, but the cold weather had not. It was much more quiet without cars and traffic in the street, and it seemed much less like the noisy Detroit she knew by heart.
“Sorry if this question is personal, but are you able to get home? I can call a cab if you want,” he asked.
“No worries, I’m able to get home easily.” She smiled. “Just a brief walk to the university down there,”
He nodded in acknowledgement, allowing the peaceful silence between the two of them to linger in the air. As they continued walking, the realization struck him, he was most likely never going to see her again. He didn’t want her to leave his life, he wanted to spend more time with her like this.
“Can I get your number? I mean,” he corrected himself quickly, “so that we can talk again. I really enjoyed tonight, even if it wasn’t planned,”
She found his awkwardness endearing and she smiled back, “Of course, I really enjoyed tonight as well, even if it was unexpected,”
They exchanged phone numbers and she looked up at him. “I am so sorry, but what’s your name?”
He then realized that he never even told her his name, to which he responded with embarrassment. “I am truly sorry,” he chuckled, “my name is Matthew.”
“That’s a cute name, do you want your jacket back Matthew?” she asked.
“No thanks, it looks a lot better on you.” He winked.
They both laughed as they parted ways, the sparks between them ablaze, their hearts both warm and content with what they’ve shared and the memories they’ve created.
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CONGRATS ON 500!!
🌺 Matthew Tkachuk and prompt 89 please!!
thank you so much, friend! tkachuk is actually on my no go list, so I chose to write for a different matty - everyone’s favorite long island dilf (bc he makes me actually foam at the mouth). this probably got a little away from the actual intention of the prompt but it’s sort of a brief culmination of some thots I’ve had regarding sugar daddy!matty. hope you enjoy either way ☺️
celebrate 500 with me!
Prompts: #89 “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)
Word count: 1.3K
Warnings: Language, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, angst, references to sex/adult themes, baby talk (like, actual discussion of having babies, not ddlg).
The dial of the phone sounds in your ear while you storm to a secluded area of your office. There’s a slow drawl on the other end when he answers, a slow ‘Hello?’ uttered with what you already know is a smirk.
“You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting!” you huff, yelling as loud as you can while keeping your voice at a whisper.
“And a video too,” he quips back lazily. “Those meetings are boring, anyway, babe. You tell me that all the time.”
“Matty, I could get fired —”
“Good. I want you to.”
With a roll of your eyes, thankful that he can’t see your physical protest of sass, you let out a sigh. He’s not serious, not entirely, but there’s some truth behind his words. “We’ve talked about this, Matt.”
You don’t have to see him to know he’s barely regarding you, blowing a bubble of spearmint gum that he chews in his lackadaisical way. “Yeah. ‘Work a few more years’ this and ‘save up some money’ that, as if I’m not providing plenty for you.”
“It’s not about that, and you know it,” you hiss quietly, glancing around to make sure you’re still alone in the concealed hallway. “I want to provide for myself.”
“That why you’re an NHL player’s sugar baby? Sucking my dick for money? Taking it up the ass so you can afford that fancy apartment and your designer bag?”
“Fuck you, Matty.”
“Right now? But you’re at work.” He’s pushing your buttons, riling you up, because he likes you best when you’re fiery.
You click your phone, hanging up angrily without responding, because you know what he’s doing. Still, it doesn’t prevent the frustrated exhale from passing through your nose as you try to compose yourself. A text from Matt buzzes shortly after you return to your desk, a Love you typed out so easily as if it can remove all of the irritation he’s built up in you. It can, and you know it, and so does he.
When you get home later that day, there’s a bouquet of flowers in an expensive-looking vase sitting on your kitchen counter. The handwritten note, scrawled in Matt’s chicken scratch, says simply, ‘Sorry for sending a video of my dick. Just want you to have my babies.’
If anyone else were to happen upon this, you wouldn’t blame them for having about a million questions. You still did, and it was your life.
It had started in a simple arrangement: he’d pay you handsomely to attend some events with him, be the pretty young thing on his arm, keep him company on a few lonely nights. The initial agreement was no sex, which you quickly abandoned as your attraction to him grew unexpectedly, along with your feelings for him and all of his nonchalant confidence and crooked smile. You weren’t really sure how you’d label the relationship, committed to one another in a haphazard sort of way, casual and cool and entirely (and infuriatingly) informal. And although you’d told him you didn’t need the payments anymore, he just kept sending them.
Truthfully, it was the only thing holding you back from really committing to him — not that you could ever look at any other man now that you’ve had him — because, despite his love you’s and all of his promises that he wasn’t fooling around on you when he was away, there was still a part of you that wasn’t sure that this wasn’t one big transaction. Not once had you ever felt like his true girlfriend, or partner, or whatever you wanted to call it, without the asterisk and the fine print at the bottom of that label.
And here he was, asking you day in and day out to have a baby with him — to carry his child, bonding you for life even if he never placed a ring on your left hand, never signed that certificate in the state of New York.
The problem wasn’t that he didn’t treat you well; in fact, he treated you like a queen, even through his snark and deprecating humor, which you admittedly loved. He was, hands down and without a shadow of a doubt, the best fuck you’d ever had and surely ever would have, never failing to leave you anything but completely satiated.
The truth — and the problem — is that you are unequivocally and hopelessly in love with him, and you know that you would never recover if he decided he was done with your fun little adventure, if he threw you to the side once he had what he really wanted from you. You didn’t have the security you craved — needed — from him, partially because you weren’t even sure what that looked like.
So, to say your relationship status is complicated is a bit of an understatement.
You send a quick thank you text, then see the delivery notification of a Givenchy package. He’s pulling out all the stops, but you know that you’re going to return every item in the box without even looking at them.
It’s the third day of minimal communication that Matt realizes something is truly wrong, that you’re not just giving him your normal attitude. Instead of showing up at your door with a pair of Louboutins or a Cartier bracelet, he’s holding a paper bag full of styrofoam containers when he knocks on your door.
“What are you doing, Matty?” you ask flatly, though you step aside to let him in anyway.
“Thought you might be hungry,” he replies. “Brought you dinner from your favorite Indian place.”
“Matt, that place is like, 30 minutes out of the way.”
He shrugs, setting the bag on your counter and moving to pull out the containers. It’s not lost on you how comfortable he is in your kitchen, pulling out plates and utensils like he owns the place (he kind of does). Pushing a plate towards you, he watches as you scoop a healthy portion of rice and palak paneer, accompanied by what you firmly believe to be New York’s best garlic naan.
“I’m sorry,” he says, without any pretense or build-up.
“For?”
“For pushing you. For still paying you even when you asked me not to. For this whole weird dynamic.”
You can’t even hide the surprise on your face, eyebrows raising as your spoonful of rice sits halfway in your mouth.
“I’m done with this. I’m terminating our contract.”
Your heart sinks to the floor, crushed instantly by his words. This, you think, this is exactly why I never had your babies.
He continues, “Be mine. For real. No contract, no obligations, just us.”
You continue to stare at him, mouth gaping open, food completely fallen off your spoon at this point. He looks at you with uneasy eyes, trying to gauge your reaction — and failing.
“I’m not — are you — Matt —”
That stupid crooked smirk forms on his handsome face, enjoying the way you stutter. He takes the spoon out of your hand before taking both of your hands in his, turning to face you fully. “I’m sorry that it took so long to do this. I want you. I love you.”
“Jesus, Matt.”
“Jesus, Matt, I love you? Jesus, Matt, I’m so happy? Jesus, Matt, fuck off and never come back?”
With a roll of your eyes, you ignore his questions, instead pulling him forward to kiss him, savoring the heat of his lips against yours and the way his hands instantly slip to your hips, holding you close to him. For the first time ever, you can feel the love in his body transferring to yours, evident in the way he kisses you like he’s only got one chance left to prove it.
His eyes are soft when you pull away, crinkling into a smile when you ask, “Are you just saying all of this so I’ll have your kids?”
“No, but what do you say we get to practicing making one?”
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hii!! i hope you’re doing well <33
just wanted to ask, if you could share some WIPs with the class?? i am obsessed with your writing
oo let's party! hope ur well too anon <3
bully me into writing these (or share thoughts / vibes / req somethin else) x
stuff that’s got words in the doc! — (or at least in the notes app lmao)
jack hughes x mean!reader where you live in the town where the hughes brothers and their band of obnoxious hockey bros vacation. you hooked up with jack a few summers ago, and at his first sign of cockiness about it, you’d decided to spend every following summer making his life hell. his buddies are more than happy to help. this year’s newest development: jack gets off on u being mean to him!! :)
pierre luc dubois x reader where you and luc matched on tinder during quarantine. you traded numbers (and nudes. and hours of heartfelt conversation, too), but nothing really came of it after quarantine. now, months later, he shows up at a dinner party as your cousin’s new boyfriend, and all you can think of are the things you said you’d do to each other.
pierre luc dubois x reader x nolan patrick, where u grew up with nolpat and were never really dating but there was always something there. the line kinda dies out, though, when he moves to vegas, and back in winnipeg, you’ve started dating pld. it’s angsty and luc lets you fuck nolan for closure, basically <3 we love sad porn!
matthew tkachuk x best friend/brothers best friend/family friend’s daughter where you're hanging out and he borrows your phone for a second & you've accidentally left your burner twitter acc open or incognito window up or something and it's filthy and he's like "damn, you're into this?" and maybe offers to do it to u idk!
ideas i don't have outlines for yet! — feel free to make suggestions for these!
slutty party boy tyson jost x best friend reader where he f*cks anything with a pulse and is kind of a dirtbag but softens, just a little, for his best friend. taken from the tag: tipping her head back to pour drinks down her throat and/or fingertips brushing her lips when he holds the blunt up for her to hit. setting her up with teammates only to get weird about it when they actually start talking. him getting plastered and trying to fight the dude she’s hanging out with (cause she’s tryna get over tyson at the same time as tyson’s realising he only wants her. </3)
[player] x teammates best friend wherein at a party they're trying to match you with a guy on the team: teammate/your best friend drunkenly claims "[player] is too nice for y/n. she gets off on being roughed up"...... [player] is caught off guard and you’re embarrassed, but it turns out player is definitely not too nice for u at all
[player] x best friend cliche where they’re play fighting and he playfully slaps her thigh a little too close to her ass and she makes this noise so he does it again ... etc lmao
— also worth adding if you send slutty thoughts to my inbox i'll usually write a couple hundred words on them & i have like.. way too many of those that are partly written lmao! i dont think they count as WIPs but they're also happening xxx
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Hello. Nsfw prompt; Number nine with Matthew Tkachuk.
nsfw #9. "go get the cuffs from the drawer. now."
pairing: matthew tkachuk x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warning: minors DNI, 18+ fic, oral (f receiving), handcuffs, mentions of restraints, toys, pleaser!matthew
If there was one thing you learned from the start about Matthew Tkachuk, it was that he loved trying new things. New foods, new cities, new styles, new positions, especially new things in bed. Specifically new things in bed.
Although, you couldn’t necessarily call him the most explorative person in the world, sticking to the more vanilla side of your sex life. He loved incorporating new positions, sending you screenshots of things he had found as a joke, usually with the intention of trying to convince you to try it at least once.
His new interest? Seeing everything sex stores had to offer. Matthew wasn’t one to jump into the idea of incorporating ‘competition’ as he so lovingly called it, but that didn’t stop him from peaking around at the different sets of toys they had to offer, and the different sets of restraints he could find.
And after a full night of teasing Matthew from the dance floor? Little black dress and all? You knew he would be eager to make good use of one of his multiple purchases, the teasing pushing him over the edge and almost convincing him to bend you over a bathroom sink, just to restraint himself enough to whisper in your ear all the dirty things he was prepared to do to you the moment the both of you got home.
You were barely two seconds into your shared home when Matthew was spinning you around, your back pressed against the front door as his lips hovered over yours, a devilish look present in his blue eyes. “You just get such a kick out of teasing me when we’re out, don’t you, you little brat?”
The smirk couldn’t be withheld as you looked up at him, your own breath hovering over his lips. “But I wore this pretty little dress for you, Matty, you don’t like it?”
A groan sounded from the man in front of you, his lips moving down to pepper kisses across your neck.
“Oh baby, I loved it. Think I’ll love it more on our floor, but go upstairs and go get the cuffs, now. I’ll meet you upstairs in a minute.”
Nodding eagerly, he lightly tapped the palm of his hand against your ass as you shuffled your way past him, trying to keep the ache between your legs from making you cry out in need. Your panties were soaked, you could tell just from the feeling of them sticking to you, your legs shuffling up the stairs as you made your way into the bedroom, pulling the purple handcuffs from the drawer.
Draping them on the side table, you climbed onto the bed, lightly hiking up your dress so the black-lace panties underneath were visible for Matthew when he finally came upstairs.
Matt’s eyes almost bugged out of his head the moment he stepped through the door, the cloth in his hand almost dropping as he observed the sight in front of him. Your dress was hiked up to your hips, your legs spread wide as your pointer finger attempted to edge yourself through lace panties, your head thrown back, not even realizing your boyfriend had entered the room.
“God, you naughty girl. Starting while I was getting a washcloth for after, before I even came upstairs?”
Lifting your head up to smirk at him, you barely had a moment to think before he was making his way over to you, the washcloth deposited on the side table as he grabbed the handcuffs. Grabbing your hand gently from between your legs, Matthew gestured for you to give him your other hand, his hands making easy work of wrapping the cuffs around both your wrists.
Pushing both wrists above your head quickly, you pouted up at his movements. “Keep them there, sweet girl. You know what happens if you don’t.”
“Gonna punish me if I don’t, Matty?”
Grinning as your boyfriend crawled his way onto the bed, he slowly started to pepper kisses along your ankle, making his way slowly up your calf, alternating between light kisses and light bites the higher and higher he got. When he reached your thighs, his left hand started slowly caressing your one thigh as his lips continued their ministrations against the other, his hand lightly running up and down the skin.
His lips lightly ghosted over the crotch of your panties, an airy kiss pressed to the front and making you groan out, your knees trying to buck up.
“Nuh uh, keep your legs down. You know the rules,” tutting at you, Matthew gently tapped your thigh with his words, his caresses and kisses never stopping as he peppered his lips around your thighs.
“Matty, please.”
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” cooing up at you, you tried to hide the groan that fell from your lips every time he ghosted over the place you wanted him the most, the ache becoming unbearable every time he passed over your core with a gentle press of his lips.
“Please use your tongue, Matty. I want you so bad, please.”
“Hm, that’s how I felt at the club tonight, watching your pretty ass move on the dancefloor. Every shake of your hips, every time you gave me those ‘fuck me eyes’, you deserve all of this, baby.”
Shaking your head with a tiny whimper, you looked down at him, your hands just urging to grab onto the curls that were right in front of you. “Please, Matty. I won’t do it again, I promise. I want your tongue on me so bad, please.”
Cooing up at you again with a small tut of his lips, Matthew hooked his thumbs into the corners of the black lace, tugging them down your legs as you lifted your hips, allowing him to get them past your thighs. Tossing them onto the floor behind him, he gently swiped his pointer finger through your folds, smirking at the whimper that fell from your lips.
“Ouu, someone’s a little wet, hm? Does being cuffed up and teased turn you on, pretty girl?” Nodding your head eagerly, you could see that your answer pleased Matt as he tentatively pressed the tip of his tongue to the hood of your clit, drawing a loud sigh from your lips.
When you didn’t attempt to move your hands from their position above your head, he took that a sign, pressing his tongue flat against your clit and beginning his flicking motions. His right hand snuck up the side of your body, pulling the top of the dress down so he could palm at your breast, his left hand gently meeting his tongue when he pulled his head back to look up at you, the bliss on your face erupting another smirk across his face.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, Matty. Please use your fingers, please,” obliging, Matthew coated his pointer finger in your juices, spreading them around before gently pressing the tip of his finger against the hole of your pussy, pushing in and cooing at the sounds falling from your lips.
His own lips met the hood of your clit as his finger picked up its pace, his tongue flicking back and forth against your clit, occasionally licking a long strip from his finger to the hood of your clit. Bucking your hips up towards his face, you could feel your hands shaking in the cuffs, eager to move and grip onto your boyfriend’s hair.
You could feel the pull starting in your abdomen, the butterflies erupting in your stomach every time Matthew’s tongue and finger pace met, the feelings sending you over the edge as his tongue flicked you through your first orgasm of the night. Your pelvis bucked up into his face, his one hand gently holding your abdomen down as you cried out, your hands flying down to attempt to grip his curls, the cuffs around them preventing you from getting a good handful.
Pulling his face up, Matthew smirked at you as he shimmied his way up your body, his lips pressing against yours as the tent in his pants pressed against your core, the taste of yourself on his tongue making another whimper fall from your lips.
“You taste like honey, beautiful. Could spend every day between your legs if I could.”
note: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy bc i very much enjoyed writing this <3
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A New Experience
Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader
Type: Smut
Warnings: Smut, swearing, 18+, oral (f receiving), hair pulling kink
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: You were never really one for the hookup scene. But when you had a few drinks in you, your one of your friend’s boyfriend’s teammates started to look really good. You’d known Matty for a couple years at this point, and neither of you had ever expressed any romantic interest in each other. Until now, that is.
Request: First, I love your writing. Second the amount of organization on your masterlist is insane and makes it so much easier to navigate. Could I please do a request for smut number 18, so sexy with all your tattoos with Matthew Tkachuk ? Where like the reader is tattooed obviously cuz he isn’t hahaha . Thank you so much in advance💕 (from anon)
Request: 58 from the smutty prompt list with Matthew Tkachuk please (from anon)
Smut Prompt #18: “So sexy with all your tattoos”
Smut Prompt #58: “And in what frat house did you pick up that little trick?”
A/N: I got two Matty smut requests so I’m just going to combine them to make my life a little easier
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“Just try to have a little bit of fun,” your friend said as she staved off her boyfriend who was yanking at her arm. “For me?”
“Fine,” you huffed, taking the glass she was holding and downing the rest of the liquid inside. You made a face and handed it back to her as her boyfriend pulled her off in search of some more liquor.
As more liquid courage entered your system, you grew more confident. When you saw Matty Tkachuk sitting alone in a corner, you waltzed straight up to him without even thinking twice.
“Y/N,” he sighed in relief when he saw you approach him. “Thank god I need someone to talk to.”
“You looked lonely over here,” you commented with a smirk as you took a sip of your drink. Matty swallowed thickly. He’d always found you attractive but now with a little liquid courage in his system he didn’t know what could happen with you sitting so close to him.
“I didn't see you come in,” he said, trying to distract himself from how close your thigh was to his. “Who are you with? Or did Elias invite you?”
“My friend dragged me out,” you answered, resting your glass on your knee. “I really didn’t want to come but now that I know you’re here things aren’t looking so bad anymore.”
“Why Y/N are you flirting with me?” Matty asked, smiling as he pressed a hand to his chest.
“I might be,” you responded with a sly shrug that made Matty’s mind go absolutely wild. “Is it working?”
“Why yes I think it is,” he said.
“Hmm,” you hummed as you reached up to play with his curls. “It’s kind of loud in here, do you want to maybe go somewhere a little quieter?”
“I don’t live too far from here,” he said. “If you’re comfortable with going back to my place, that is. We can go to yours if you want, I-”
“Shh,” you pressed a finger to his lips, cutting off his rambling. “We’ve known each other for years and I’ve been to your place a hundred times. Let’s go.”
“Yeah,” Matty breathed when you lifted your finger from his lips. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you slipped out of the party, ignoring all the looks thrown your way by Matty’s teammates. He smiled as he opened the passenger side door of his car for you, his mind coming up with all different types of scenarios for what the next couple hours would entail.
His hand rested on your thigh as he drove home, fingertips resting on the skin of your leg the skirt of your dress exposed. Your fingers were laced in his hair, playing with the curls to distract yourself.
The parking garage of his apartment building as well as the elevator up to his floor were void of people. He took the opportunity to pepper kisses beneath your ear and trail them down your neck to your shoulder. You hummed and cupped the back of his head, fingers resuming their infatuation with his hair. The elevator dinged, and he led you down the hall to his apartment at the very end.
“Do you have thick walls?” you asked in the best sultry voice you could muster.
“Yes,” Matty answered, pulling your lips up to his and capturing them in a kiss. You succumbed to him, letting him take the lead as he kissed you and walked back to his bedroom. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscles.
“Do you have protection?” you pulled away completely breathless.
“Yeah,” Matty nodded, also trying to catch his breath. “Can- can I take your dress off?”
“Please,” you nodded, standing for him to do as he pleased.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he pulled the zipper in the back down. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands explored the vast plains of your skin that your dress revealed as it fell to the floor. You stepped out of it and kicked it aside before turning to face Matty.
“My turn,” you said as your fingers hastily undid the buttons of his dress shirt. He shrugged it off and tossed it to join your dress on the floor. You moved to his belt, unbuckling it and slowly pulling it from his belt loops. Your fingers traced the hard lines of his abs down to his pronounced v-line.
“So sexy with all your tattoos,” Matty hummed as he traced the intricate lines of ink on your shoulder and down your back. His fingers stalled at the clip of your bra, his eyes looking to you for permission. You bit your lip and nodded. He undid with ease and tossed it off behind you.
“You should get a couple,” you hummed, leaning forward to press kisses to his chest.
“Yeah right my mother will kill me.”
“Let’s not talk about parents right now, okay?” you said as you let yourself fall back against his mattress.
“Good idea,” he smirked. He crawled his way up your body, leaving kisses along the tattoo that covered your thigh and your hip. He took your panties between his teeth and pulled them down your legs.
His calloused hands spread your thighs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to him. He made an animalistic noise before licking a wide stripe up your pussy. You moaned loudly, gripping the sheets at his brashness. His tongue moved in ways you’d never felt from anybody before. He combined kitten licks at your clit with sharp nibbles before blowing gently. He repeated the action over and over again until you came over his mouth, screams ripping from your throat.
“And in what frat house did you pick up that little trick?” you asked, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at him.
Matty just laughed and crawled his way back up your body. He captured your lips in another kiss as you popped the button on his pants. He shook them off, ditching them somewhere in the room to be forgotten until morning. He reached for his nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer. You bit your lip as you watched him roll it onto his cock.
You locked your ankles together behind his back, trapping him between your legs.
“If you wanted me all you had to do was say so,” Matty chuckled darkly as he pulled away. You gripped his curls hard, forcing a whine out of his mouth. Your eyes widened at the noise.
“Matthew Tkachuk has a hair pulling kink,” you hummed, smirking mischievously. “Who would have known.”
“One word about it and you won’t walk for a week,” Matty growled, dipping his head and sucking at a point on your neck beneath your ear.
“Is that a promise?” you asked, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Mm, if you like what I can do,” he retorted.
“Then show me.”
Without warning Matty thrust into you, ripping your breath from your lungs. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as he stilled, giving your body time to adjust.
“Go,” you murmured in his ear, one hand coming to grip his curls. He whined at the sharp tug you gave.
His hips rolled gently, testing the water. Your body shuddered at the feeling of his heavy cock cheated inside you. Matty fell into a rhythm of gentle thrusts. Your bodies moved in synch, the tip of his cock hitting that spot every time. You swallowed each other’s moans as your own, sharing in your pleasure completely.
Matty gave almost as much as he took. Your pelvis met his with every roll and thrust of his hips. He let out the occasional whine or whimper when you pulled his hair. It was something you kept tucked away in the back of your mind for later use.
“Matty,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you felt that knot in your lower stomach build up.
“You close?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Mhm,” you nodded with a whine.
“Me too,” he grunted. Your fingernails dug into the muscles of his back, warning him. “Come on, Y/N, let go.”
You came with a cry, curling yourself around Matty as white hot pleasure rippled through your body. Matty was close behind, coming with a shout of his own.
“Oh my god,” you panted as Matty collapsed on the mattress beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Agreed,” he responded with a breathy laugh. “You okay?”
“Never been better,” you responded, smiling over at him. He pulled off the dirty condom and tossed it into the trash bin.
“I’ll be right back,” he kissed your forehead before rolling out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He returned just a few minutes later with a damp washcloth and settled between your thighs, this time to gently wipe your legs clean.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” you asked hopefully, propping yourself up on your elbows.
“Of course,” Matty responded as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and tossed you one of his Flames t-shirts. “I’ll go sleep in the guest room, you don’t need to move.”
“Matthew Tkachuk,” you said scoldingly. “We just had some of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had and you think I want to sleep alone tonight?”
“Well, I-”
“Get your ass back in bed.”
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just friends?- m. tkachuk
Matthew Tkachuk x f!Reader
summary~ Matthew is your best friend, but you both want to be more.
warnings~ friends to lovers, swearing, alcohol consumption, fight, implied sex
genre~ friends to lovers, fluff with some angst
word count~ 3.3K
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Growing up next in the house next to the Tkacuk’s meant there were never any dull moments. You have been playing with Matthew, Brady, and Taryn since you could talk. Matthew was the one who taught you how to ice skate, Brady taught you how to understand American football, and you ended up teaching Taryn how to put on makeup.
Matthew was even there when your first date had stood you up. When he came you were so embarrassed about being stood up and wanted to leave, but he made you stay and ‘fixed’ your date. Really he just bought you some dinner, and then you guys went back to his house and watched a movie with his siblings. At night when you started overthinking about why your date had stood you up; he held you in his arms, and let you cry on his shoulder. Matthew made sure you knew it wasn’t because you were ugly, which you insisted that it was, by telling you how beautiful you looked. You wrote him off, because that’s what your best friend is supposed to say.
When Matthew was drafted, he insisted that you applied to colleges in Calgary. Just to ease his mind you applied to all different colleges around Calgary, and even got in. Matthew offered to share his apartment, but you decided to live in the dorms. You both knew that wasn’t really going to happen, and were right. You spent more time in his apartment than in your dorm. Your toothbrush was in his bathroom and your shampoo and conditioner were in his shower. You slept in the guest room, and whenever his family came to Canada you slept in his bed, with him. His parents would take the guest room.
You were just friends. You were reminded of that when girls would flirt with him in bars, and he would let them. You always pushed away every jealous thought. Matthew wasn’t yours, so that makes whoever is flirting with him not your problem. The team had no problem making little chirps at the two of you being in love, but at least they only did so when you were alone. Some random guy ended up on the stool next to you. He ordered a beer and started watching one of the TVs. “Come here often?” He asked you, as he looked back towards you.
“Do you ask every girl that?” you questioned him with a small chuckle.
“Only the pretty one’s,” He smirked at you, “My name’s Asher.” he said, extending his hand.
“y/n” you smiled at him and shook his hand. As corny as his introduction was, you couldn’t help but think he was cute. His blue eyes stood out, they weren’t like Matthew’s ,light blue eyes, they are a deep blue. His ashy brunette hair looked super soft, and fell slightly across his forehead. Asher looked tired, but interested in you.
“Well what do you do, Miss. y/n?” he asked you, his voice sounding deep.
“I’m a college student by day, and a mysterious girl that hangs out in bars by night.” You say so casually, wanting to mess with him a little bit. Purposely not telling him you were here with the few Flames’ players that were around.
“Well I think you're doing great at being the mysterious girl that hangs out in bars very well.” Asher's voice was smooth like honey. “I’m an editor for CalgarySun.” you could listen to him talk for hours.
“Wow, and I caught your eye?” you playfully asked him.
“How could you not have?” He asked you sounding serious. “Do you want another drink?” he noticed your drink was getting low.
“If you don’t mind. I would love another drink.” you smiled. You felt like an idiot with all the smiling you were doing. Asher ended up buying you two more drinks before you got a text that Matthew ordered himself an Uber and you could share with him if you wanted to. Deciding to save the money, and take a ride with him. You said goodbye to your new friend, Asher. Numbers were exchanged and with that you left.
When you got outside you found Matthew walking the girl to her Uber, but he didn’t get in with her. The girl’s Uber left with her in it, and Matthew turned around to find you watching him. He gestures for you to come stand by him, and you did.
“Why didn’t you go with her?” You were the first one to speak.
“She obviously only liked me, because she recognized me. Fucking groupie was what she was.” You heard the frustration in his voice. It struck you as odd, about how he never took girls back to his apartment. You always told him you would go back to your dorms for the night, but he refused. Those moments made you feel bad for being there all the time.
A red car pulled up to the curb, and Matthew seemed to recognize it. You heard the driver ask if he was Matthew, and when he got a ‘yes’, he unlocked the doors. Matthew opened the door for you, and you slightly crawled inside the backseat. Thankfully you were wearing jeans, so you didn’t flash anyone. The ride back was just like any other. Matthew and you would talk about little things, and when it got quiet you listened to the radio that was lightly playing in the background. It only got quiet in between new topics. But like a blink of an eye the ride was over, and you were in front of his apartment.
Matthew opened the door for you, and you both went your separate ways. You went to the bathroom to take off your makeup and he went to his bedroom to change his clothes. After you were both done you switched, and he went to the bathroom while you changed. Walking into the room you now occupy in his apartment, the first thing you noticed was the mess you had made while getting ready for a night out. You signed and started straightening up before you gave up, and just put on your pajamas, which was an old shirt Matthew gave to you and some sweatpants. You heard the TV turn on and knew Matthew wasn’t going to be going to bed anytimes soon. You decided to join him.
Matthew was watching some Avengers movie, and you just signed and laid on the couch. He let you put your legs on top of his; letting you lay down on the couch. You phone vibrated on the coffee table. The light makes it hard to ignore. It went off again, so you just got up to answer it. You smiled when you noticed that Asher had texted you. Matthew tried to pay you no mind, and continued to watch the movie he picked out, but he couldn’t stop thinking about who would be texting you at midnight on a Saturday.
Matthew knew he should make his feelings known, but there was so much going against how could you two ever work out? He got labeled a borderline dirty player, a fuckboy, and was told he didn’t know how to manage his anger, and he was okay with it. He didn’t let it bother him. But if he ever lost you, because of his stupid feelings, he would never forgive himself. You were too precious to lose, and he could never risk it, so he hid his feelings.
After the movie was over Matthew looked over and saw that you had fallen asleep with your phone next to you. He gently moved your legs, trying his hardest to not wake you up. When he successfully got up, without disturbing you, he picked you up and carried you bridal style. He quietly tucked you into your bed, and went back to the living room to grab your phone. All he was going to do was plug it in for you, but couldn't help himself when he saw that some guy named Asher had been the one texting you. Matthew felt jealous boil up inside him, but he just plugged your phone in and left. You weren’t his, and oh how he wanted that to change.
Both of you didn’t wake up until late into the afternoon, and by that time lunch was more socially acceptable than breakfast. Matthew ordered some chinese take out, to help with both your hangovers. They weren’t bad, but Chinese take could cure anything. You came out looking a slight mess, but Matthew thought you gorgeous anyway. Your hair was all knotted, your clothes were wrinkled, and you had no makeup on. If Matthew was being honest he would pick this version of you over any supermodel that DMed him.
“Good mornin’.”your raspy, just-woke-up voice rang out across the apartment. You smiled at him, and looked confused when he did answer you. All he could think of was, who was ‘Asher’ and why was he texting you last night?
“Morning. I ordered some take out.” Matthew said back to you when he came to his sinuses.
“You are my savior!” you giggled out. Before things could get too awkward there was a knock on the door.
“That’s probably it right now.” he stated as he walked to the door. It was in fact the food, and you went to grab some silverware, and plates to help out. You also made both of you water bottles. You heard Matthew say a quick ‘thank you’ before the door closed, and he held up the big paper bag of food out as a way of showing you. You giggled and took the silverware, plates, and water bottles to the coffee table. Matthew followed behind you with the food.
“When is your next game?” you questioned him. You needed to know what night you weren’t really going to be sleeping.
“Tomorrow, we get to stay home for the next four game, I think.” Matthew got out between taking bites of the noodles he put on his plate. “What do you want to watch?” he questioned you back.
“Umm...want to watch ‘The Good Doctor’?” you threw out between your bites of chicken.
“Sounds good to me.” he smiled at you. You knew liking your best friend was cliche, but if you pretended there wasn’t anything there; there was nothing there, right?
After eating and watching hulu, you decided it would be a good idea to get some of the homework you didn’t want to actually do, done. Matthew kepting talking to you while you sat at the really dining room table, that you never actually used, typing away on your laptop. Then he would go back and continue on doing whatever he was doing. While he was sitting on the couch in the living room, you got a great view of his face. You looked at him, you mean you really looked at him. Your heart started beating a little bit faster and your cheeks got hot. When he smiled at his show, you felt yourself wanting to smile. You never realized how domesticated this really was. You never realized how you could live with him, like this, forever. You just noticed how much you were going to miss his soft singing when he was in the shower, and his little mannerisms that made your heart beat faster. How he held every door he could open for you.
You thought back to when you were stood up. You thought about how he wouldn't let you go home. How he made you stay so he could give you a ‘proper date’. How he insisted that it wasn’t because you were ugly, and you were actually the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Did he just say that because that was what best friends said? Did he feel the same feelings towards the other, like you did? No. There was no way he felt the same.
The lazy day ended and you both had to go back to your normal lives. Monday was upon you, and Matthew had a game, and you had class. You were dressed in black jeans, and a flames crewneck tha Matthew gave you to wear around Calgary so people knew you were on the right side of the ‘Battle of Alberta’. Matthew was gone before you had your coffee made. You saw the note he left stating that he was going to go do some laps, and hang out with the team. After your coffee was done you locked up his apartment, and left for class.
Class was boring, but you and Matthew texted so that made things better. Your plans for the night are to now attend his game, that was getting played against the Canucks. No complaints were going to be heard from you. You loved going to watch his games.
The night came quicker than expected, and you were rushing around his apartment trying to find your jersey, that of course had his last name on it, but it was nowhere to be seen. Looking at your watch you decided that if you didn’t leave now then you were never going to make it before puck drop. Last minute decision was made, and you just grabbed one of the many jerseys he had in his closet. The jersey was several sizes too big, but you didn’t mind.
Luck was on your side, because you were somehow able to make it to your seat in time before the game started. You only have to wait a minute before the lineup is being called. Matthew looked to where you always sat, with most of the wags, and smiled bigger when he saw you sitting there in his jersey. You smiled and gave him a slight wave. The game was brutal to say the least. Whenever the Flames were able to score, the Canucks scored right after them. Nevermind all the chirping going on between the two teams, especially Matthew and Jake Virtanen. They were going after each other, and no one was able to keep them apart long enough. You thought everything was going to blow over, but then the gloves were dropped. You stood up in shock, and you were also trying to get a better view. Whenever Matthew got in fights your blood ran cold, and your hands got sweaty.
The referees got everything sorted out, and they both got pentilites. The game stayed close, 3-3, and it was now going into overtime. You could tell how frustrated Matthew was. Overtime came and went, and then shootout time was up. After two misses, it was Matthew’s turn. Your hands got even more sweaty. Then in a blink-and-you’ll-miss it type of moment, Matthew scored for the Flames. You had to sit through the Canucks last shot, but thankfully Markstrom gloved it before it could go in. You could feel the energy that was put back into Saddledome.
As everyone leaves the stadium you stay in your seat, waiting for everything to clear out a little bit. When it looked clear enough you headed to the hallway where most of the wags were already there. You kept to yourself, and quietly waited for Matthew. When the team came out everyone was congratulating them. When Matthew saw you we went straight to you. You saw him a second before he was in front of you, and jumped forward engulfing Matthew in the biggest hug.
“Oh my god. You were amazing.” You smiled, so wide your cheeks hut, but he was smiling just as big. He was holding you from under your thighs, and you had your arms around his neck.
“I couldn’t have done it without you being here.” Matthew whispered in your ear. Neither of you want to let go, but you knew the guys wanted to go celebrate at some bar. So you pulled back, and you swear you saw Matthew frown, as he put you back on the ground.
Apparently the bar everyone wanted to go to was, where you went not even three days ago. Matthew bought you a shot, and you did one with him. Then he bought you one of your regular drinks. That was when you saw Asher sitting on one of the bar stools drinking a beer.
“We have got to stop meeting at this bar.” You stated when you were close enough he would be able to hear you.
“I am not going to disagree with you.” Asher tipped his beer at you and you slightly tripped your drink back at him. “Did you come in with the hockey team?” he questioned you sounding disgusted.
“Yeah. I did. Is that a problem?” you softly asked him
“I bet you’re just some groupie, who likes men that have money and a title.” He accused you. His words were slurred, and you knew he was drunk.
“What did you just say to her?” Matthew angrily spit out. ‘Oh shit’ was the only thing going through your head.
“Oh you both heard me. I saw her get into an Uber with your Saturday night. Right after she was done flirting with me and using me for drinks.” Asher spit out just as angrily but way more intoxicated.
“Both of you stop it!” you yelled out, “Well fuck. Matthew meet Asher, Asher meet Matthew, my friend.” you tried to get everything to settle down, but after you called Matthew your friend, you saw him get even more angry, if that was even possible.
“I don’t care what your relationship is to him. Why the hell did you leave flirting with a guy to get in some other guy’s Uber.” Asher was trying to dominate over you by standing tall and looking down at you. You hated this. You wish you and Matthew just went home instead of go to this stupid bar.
“Back the fuck up, Buddy.” Matthew spits out, “y/n come on. We are going home.” Matthew grabbed your arm and dragged you to his car. It wasn’t really a drag as you were willingly leaving with him, he was just holding your arm.
The car ride was completely silent, the radio not even playing, and no one wanted to speak. When you got back to his apartment was when all hell broke loose.
“So that was Asher? What an outstanding guy.” Matthew was enraged and couldn’t help with throwing out that comment.
“How the hell did you know about Asher?” you asked confused.
“I saw your phone, when I plugged it in for you, and made sure you were tucked into bed. Like a friend would do.” Matthew wrinkled his nose at you.
“Why do you care about the guys I’m texting! You can literally get any girl you want!” you protested.
“I care because I love you! Have you ever seen me take any of those girls back here? No, that's because I was trying to show you I’m not some asshole. I love you dammit.” Matthew professed everything in that one response. Everything was said, and neither of you could take it back. The pause that followed put both of you on edge.
“I love you too.” you whispered out. “I only want to be next to you, and when I’m in class I can’t wait to see you when we grab lunch together or when you hold my legs in your lap when we are watching movies. I love you. I love you so much.” your eyes were watering with all of the emotions coming out of you. Matthew ran up and pulled up into his arms, holding you like he was at the stadium. Then he leaned in and kissed you. It felt like time stopped, everything was still, except for you and him. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.
You woke up for the first time in his bed with no clothes on. Matthew was already up and was watching. His grip was firm like if he let you go, he would never see you again. Nothing felt better at that moment.
finished.
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The Forgotten Twin: Prologue
Pairing: Mitch Marner x (Tkachuk) Reader
Plot: (Y/N) Tkachuk, the twin sister to Brady, younger sister to Matthew and the older sister to Taryn. All of her life she had lived in her sibling’s shadow. Whatever she did, ‘Brady did it better’ or ‘But Taryn did this,’ and (Y/N) just rolled with the punches. She played hockey with Brady and Matthew, her parents didn’t want her to but they let her anyway. Both Brady and (Y/N) got rides to Boston University for their hockey program and now it had paid off with both (Y/N) and Brady are entered into the 2018 entry draft. Matthew, Brady and Taryn are super proud of her and what she had accomplished, but their parents, Keith and Chantel, weren’t as supportive. Welcome to the rollercoaster of (Y/N) NHL carrier. From the draft to the end of her first season. Love, heartbreaks and so much more. Welcome to the game, are you ready to play?
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Today was the day. Draft day. The day that can change your life for the better or worse and for (Y/N) she was hoping for the better. As you could say, she wanted to be the star for once. Let me introduce you to (Y/N) Tkachuk, Younger sister to Matthew, twin to Brady and older sister to Taryn. Growing up she was always in the shadow of her brothers and when Taryn came along, (Y/N) got thrown into her shadow too. Now the relationships between the siblings have not strained in any way shape or form, but between her parents and her, that is another story. For some reason, they treated (Y/N) like she was just dirt and the rest of them were precious flowers that grew in a garden.
Taryn woke (Y/N) up since they were sharing a room it was easy for her to do so.
“(Y/N), come on. Mom and Dad want to talk to the four of us.” She says, referring to Matt and Brady. She sighs before moving to face your sister. Taryn sent her a small smile before moving so (Y/N) could get up.
“Ok, ok. I am up.” She ground quickly getting up and changed into a pair of jeans and her Boston University sweater. She gets her shoes on and she and Taryn walk out of their room and down to their parents. As they get closer to their room, they see Brady and Matty walking towards the room as well.
“Watch this.” (Y/N) whispers to her younger sister.
She then runs up to her oldest brother and jumped on his back. He freaked out while Brady looked and say it was his twin and just started to laugh at the antics that had just started.
“(Y/N)!” Matty says sternly.
“Hi.” That was all she said before giggling and jumping off.
“Are you ready for the big day?” Brady asked her
“I am, are you?” She asked him.
But before he could answer that, Keith stepped out of his room and waved down his four children.
“We were wondering when the four of you were going to get here,” Chantel exclaims.
“We should be ready to leave for the draft around 4:30 and the draft will start at 6,” Keith informing his children.
“Just to let you know we are very proud of you Brady for being in the entry draft and we are all…”
“You know that Brady isn’t the only one in the draft tonight right?” (Y/N) pipes up.
“We know honey. There are a lot of boys here to be drafted.”
“No that isn’t what I mean. You both know that I am in this draft too.” Her parents stay quiet. She feels tears start to sting her eyes as Keith and Chantel look anywhere but at their daughter.
“Right, I’m not important enough for you to bother remembering.”
“(Y/N) it’s not like that…” Keith tries to explain, but (Y/N) cuts in again.
“No, it is crystal clear now. I had worked my whole goddamn life for you both to see that I am worth the love and affection you give to Matty, Brady and Taryn, but no matter how hard I work to impress you, it is never god damn good enough. So thanks for being the lovely parents of three and giving me a roof over my head for my life.” She gets up and walks out the door and back to her room.
As she walks back, she feels her tears running down her face. All the emotions that she had been suppressing for all her life had finally spilled over and they were hitting all at once. She enters the room and starts to pack her bags. She walked out and down to the front desk. She politely asks for another room and hands them the other card. They tell her the new room number and then she makes her trek to the new room.
She enters and places her clothes down and lied down on her bed. She pulls out her phone to see five texts from Matty, six from Brady and four calls from Taryn. She wasn’t surprised that her parents hadn’t tried to get a hold of her but right now, she could care less. She quickly texted her siblings saying what she did before jumping into the shower and getting ready for the night.
*Skip to the Arena*
(Y/N) entered American Airline Center by herself. She just couldn’t enter with her family. Even if she wanted Matt, Brady and Taryn beside her, she couldn’t face her parents after what happened in the hotel. She lets out her breath as she goes through security and shows them her pass for the event. Once all the safety precautions were met, one of the security team members escorts her to her seat, which was going to be with her family.
As she walks by all of the other draft eligibles and their families, many of them are giving her some strange looks, but this isn’t anything new for (Y/N) as she has been getting strange looks from others ever since she was playing boys hockey with Brady. Maybe it was her navy blue suit that she was wearing but she shook that thought away, ‘It’s because I am the only girl in this draft’ she thinks to herself.
But she didn’t care at this moment.
She just wanted to see where or if she would get drafted by any of the teams. She sees that her family was already sitting in their spot. Matthew, Brady and Taryn stood and hug her when they saw her making her way to her seat, which was luckily beside Brady and away from their parents.
“We were wondering when you would show up,” Brady says with a small teasing tone.
She just rolls her eyes before sitting down in her seat. (Y/N) didn’t expect her parents to look at her or even acknowledge her presence, but at this moment, she could care less. Brady wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brought her closer to him.
“Everything will work out in the end. I promise.” He whispers in her ear as the draft begins.
She smiles before looking at the stage and sees the Buffalo Sabres organization walk up to the stage. She smiles at the start of the draft. Even though (Y/N) knows that her siblings care a lot about her, for once in her life she wants to go before her brother. The first three came and went with Rasmus Dahlin, Andre Svechnikov and Jesperi Kotkaniemi going one, two and three.
Then the Ottawa organization walks up to the stage.
“The Ottawa Senators would like to select, from the Boston U Terriers, Brady Tkachuk.” At that moment (Y/N) felt her heart sink. For once she thought she was better than Brady and that she was going to go before her brother. (Y/N) quickly covered her disappointment and plastered on a fake smile for her brother and gave him the biggest hug she could give.
“I am proud of you Brady. I have always been proud of you.” She whispers in his ear. He gives her one more squeeze before letting go.
“I will be waiting for you backstage.” He tells her before walking out of the stands and towards the stage.
She sits back down and just placed her head in her hands. Her thoughts were running a million miles a minute, didn’t know what to think or how to feel at this moment. She then felt a hand land on her shoulder, stopping her thoughts from racing. She looks up to see Matthew looking at her. He leans over and does what a big brother is there to do, comfort her.
“Hey, it is alright. Brady went higher than me so if anything, you shouldn’t be holding yourself too much of a higher standard. Maybe you might get drafted by Calgary and you could come live with me up in Canada.” He says with a big smile. She gives him a small smile before looking back at the stage. The Ottawa team staff and Brady were gone from their sights and Arizona was getting ready.
They didn’t pick her. Next was Detroit, they didn’t pick her. Vancouver was next and they took Quinn Hughes. (Y/N) knew she shouldn’t be getting her hopes down, but she knew women never got drafted and if they ever did, they were very low on the order of what team wants which players.
Many different teams came and went and not one called her name. She felt that her parents were winning in the fact that they didn’t believe in her. Matty and Taryn were trying to keep your head up, saying that it was only the first round but she was still having her hopes shatter. When Toronto’s first draft came around, (Y/N) didn’t have much hope in them calling her name.
“First of all, we would like to thank Dallas for hosting the draft and secondly we would like to thank our fans who are here and back in Toronto. The Toronto Maple Leafs would proudly select, from the Boston U Terriers, (Y/N) Tkachuk.” She was completely speechless. Taryn shakes her shoulder to get her out of her thoughts.
(Y/N) stands up and hugs Taryn and Matty. She felt tears well up in her eyes but kept them down so she wouldn’t smudge the makeup she was wearing. She looks at her parents they were standing expecting a hug from her. All she gave them a nod before following the NHL man from her seat to the stage. The man was congratulating her as they meet the small set of stairs. As she walks up the stage she is greeted by Kyle Dubas and the rest of the organization. They hand her the jersey and the draft hat. She quickly puts it on before turning to Dubas.
“Welcome to the Maple Leafs, Miss. Tkachuk.” Kyle says to her. She smiles and thanks him before standing in the middle of the picture. They then all start to leave the stage and (Y/N) follows another NHL rep backstage.
When she walked backstage she was greeted by her twin. Before any press or security could get in the way, she ran over to him and gave him a big hug.
“I knew you would make it.” He says while he spins her around. Another PR worker comes and moves Brady so some press could answer some questions.
“(Y/N), how do you feel being drafted by the Toronto Maple Leafs?” The reporter asks her.
“Um, it feels surreal that this happened but I am so grateful to the whole organization for giving me the opportunity.”
“We watched it when you were announced as the Toronto Maple Leafs you hugged your brother and sister but didn’t hug your parents. Do you want to explain that?” (Y/N) looks at the reporter and then to the floor before answers.
“Well, in the last couple of years we have had a falling out and they were mostly only here for Brady, but Matthew and Taryn, my sister, were there for me and made sure that I didn’t get into my head too much.”
“Well, I hope you have a prosperous NHL carrier.”
“Thanks.”
As she leaves the area, she gets pushed through the crowds and go to the Toronto area and talk to the PR team.
‘Toronto, here I come.’
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Matthew Tkachuk always seems to be around when you injure yourself, fall over or break something. He never lets you forget it either. So the endless chirping leads you to have a meltdown because you think he finds any reason to pick on you and it makes you feel like a child (who he would never be interested in). The dumbass with his stupid smirk would just be like, "oh so you want me to be interested in you?"
This took me WAAAAAY too long and I apologize! I hope you enjoy this one, it is certainly not the greatest, but it is something! I would love to hear everyone’s feedback on it thanks! Thanks @bigboigritty for the request
The Tease - Matthew Tkachuk x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, and some angst
Notes: (Y/l/n): your last name Also this isn’t very long I am sorry!
You weren’t exactly what one would describe as graceful. In fact, you were down right clumsy. It’s as if your body did everything in it’s power to work against your mind, forever making you look like a fool.
It probably wouldn’t bother you so much if your best friend, Calgary Flames defenseman Noah Hanifan, and his teammates weren’t around every time you managed to make a fool of yourself.
Today had been a good day so far, but as you made your way up the stairs to Noah’s apartment your luck caught up with you. Missing a step, you stumble forward catching yourself before you smash your face into the stairs.
Sure your face was saved. Your white shirt and iced coffee however? Not so much.
“Oh for f-“
“Easy there (y/l/n)! That’s why we save the coffee for the adults.”
Rolling your eyes, you glare at the man coming up the steps behind you.
“And I suppose you’re supposed to be one of those adults?”
Matthew Tkachuk sure knew how to get under your skin. Every chance he got to make you feel small he took. He never failed to comment about your clumsiness, and your child-like behaviours. The worst was the more upset you got about his teasing the easier it was for him to tease you.
Matthew chuckled lightly as he placed his right hand on your arm and his left on the small of your back, helping you to your feet. You can’t help the blush that creeps onto your face from the feeling of his hands against you.
See the thing is, ever since you first laid eyes on Matthew you knew you were screwed. I guess you just had a thing for intimidating hockey men with beautiful blue eyes and curly hair. It was very clear though, that he didn’t look at you like that at all. To him you were like that annoying little cousin your mom would make you hangout with at family gatherings. His teasing was relentless.
“Ugh my shirt!” You wine rubbing at your new white shirt now stained with coffee.
“It’s just a shirt, don’t be a baby about it.”
You scoff at Matthew, pulling away from him and finishing your ascent to Noah’s apartment. As you push through the door the party has already started.
“Noah please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow!” You whine. Foregoing any formal greetings when you find your friend leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Nice to see you too,” Noah chuckles taking in your appearance. He throws his hands up in surrender at the look you shoot him. “Go take your pick!” He smiles motioning to his bedroom with the beer bottle in his hand.
You mumble a quick thank you, and run into his room closing the door behind you.
After pulling your shirt from your body with a pout you begin searching Noah’s dresser for a shirt that wouldn’t look completely ridiculous on you.
You’re so focused on finding the perfect shirt, you don’t here the door open.
“Jesus kid put some clothes on!”
You jump back clutching a random shirt over your chest.
“Matthew what the hell!?”
“Easy there tiger! Just came to see if you were alright.”
“You’re not my babysitter Matthew, so if you could just leave me the hell alone that’d be great” you spat, turning away from him and pulling a shirt on over your head. Trying to steady your breath, cheeks bright from embarrassment, you turn back towards him and start moving towards the door.
As you try to storm past him without making eye contact, you fail to notice the shirt you dropped on the floor when Matt startled you. You fly forward rolling your ankle, but instead of hitting the floor Matthew steps forward and you fall into his chest.
His hands find your waist to steady you. If it weren’t for the throbbing of your ankle, you might have been embarrassed about falling into Matthew. You may have even been able to appreciate his hands on you, but all you manage to do is hold back the whimper.
“See I think you need a babysitter.” Matthew chuckles, a cocky grin on his face. You immediately push away from him, wincing as you are forced to put some weight on your ankle.
“Fuck off Matthew! I’m sick of you treating me like a child! We are practically the same age! I’m just so done with you being an asshole to me all the time! I get it okay? So you’re not into me, because I’m not as cool and put together as all the other girls you have falling all over you. Oh well, I’ll get over it. But you need to stop treating me like I’m lesser than you and all of your pretty little super model friends okay? I’m clumsy! Get over it! You making fun of me doesn’t fucking help, so just leave me alone!”
Matt’s surprised by your outburst, but the more you ramble on the bigger his grin becomes. He raises his eyebrows at you, as if to ask if you’re done with your little temper tantrum. The cockiness he holds in that moment makes your blood boil even more.
“Oh- so you want me to be interested in you?” His question makes your stomach flip, realizing exactly what you had implied. Matthew’s face shows only amusement, but you can’t help the embarrassment that covers your own.
“I- I never said t-that” you stutter out trying to find something, anything, to say to dig yourself out of this hole.
“Hmm, no actually I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you said.” Matthew chirps taking a step closer. You step back again, heart feeling as though it’s about to burst out of your chest. Stumbling slightly as pain shoots through your ankle, a whimper escapes your lips.
Matt’s hands find your hips again, and when you look up you see the amusement is gone from his face. Replaced now by worry. “Are you okay?”
“N-no my ankle. God Matty it hurts!” You hate how desperate your voice sounds, but you can’t help it you’re in pain.
He guides you to sit on the bed, motioning for you to let him take a look at your ankle. As he inspects it, you chew on your bottom lip and watch in amazement at Matthew’s gentle side. His fingers leaving feather light touches over your ankle, as his brows furrow in concentration.
“Looks like a sprain to me. (Y/n), I’m sorry.” His eyes lock with yours and your breath catches in your throat.
“I-it’s not your fault.” You choke out quietly, as he moves himself to sit gently next to you.
“You’re wrong you know?”
“No I’m not! Matt it’s not like you tripped me!” You couldn’t believe he was trying take the blame here, when obviously it was you who was just clumsy.
“No, not about that. You’re wrong about why I tease you so much.” He pauses taking a deep breath, and combing his fingers through his curls. You watch him closely, trying not to get to distracted by the flex of his biceps as he does so. “I tease you because I am into you!”
He’s staring at his hands as the fidget in his lap, and you’re at a loss for words.
“Matt- I-“ you try to respond, but this moment feels strange. Like any second he will tell you it’s some sick joke, and call you a child.
Instead he lifts his eyes to meet yours. He looks scared, as he tries to read your emotions. But truth be told, you had no idea what to feel. Your head was spinning, your heart screaming, and your hands shaking. You open your mouth to speak again, and nothing comes out. Why were you so awkward!?
His eyes fall to your lips, and your body reacts all on its own. Despite your brain screaming at you to run. Unlike the other times your body works against your brain, this time it’s in a good way. Your eyes fall closed and you lean into him.
As Matthew’s lips connected to yours, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling him smile against you, you deepen the kiss just a little. Everything felt perfect for a moment. You weren’t just some girl Matthew liked to pick on. Right now, I’m this moment, you were his. And it felt so right.
“Wow. Why did I take so long to do that?” Matthew breathes out, as he pulls away.
“You were too busy being an asshole?” You suggest, chuckling softly.
“Hey now! I just wanted you to notice me!” He laughed at how ridiculous it sounded saying it aloud.
“Oh, so you want me to be interested in you?” You say with a wink. Matthew throws his head back and laughs at your comment. Who knew this asshole was really such a sweetheart?
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━ 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.
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pairing(s) — bull-rider!MATTHEW TKACHUK x barrel racer!hughes!reader (can be read as an unnamed oc)
wc — 1.8k
synopsis — wear the hat, ride the cowboy—even if it might get you disowned.
note — there's one line referring to the reader as jack's twin, but no physical description is given. also, this one-shot is a "party favor" from our feb slumber party
specific content warnings under the cut.
cw — quinn being a dramatic, misogynistic douche-canoe 3000 for the entirety (ratty matty has his moments, too), no actual smut but it's heavily implied they do the dirty on the reg, a disgustingly intimate situationship — ick, off-color comment(s) relating to first times and the concept of virginity, lots and lots of familial angst (jack is a snake), oh! and more than a few loose ends... but you know the drill by now, i'm incapable of keeping a story contained
“Go on, Palomino Princess. Ride me like one of your ponies.”
Condescension drips from the lazy taunt. Matthew earns a palm to the chest for it; her ire lands with a faint thud, but he doesn’t mind. He gets off on riling her up, and after two years of backseat meetings and hushed phone calls, he’s damn good at it too. That, and she might be the most reactive person he’s ever met—and that’s saying something.
Matthew’s been going head-to-head with all three of her brothers for over a decade, and he’s known their family for even longer. Having a short fuse must be genetic.
“Y’won’t break me if that’s the hold-up. S’gonna take a hell of a lot more than a dry humpin’ buckle bunny to put me outta commission, sweetheart.”
He knows damn well she ain’t anywhere close to the derogatory term, but he likes what the complete disregard for her accomplishments does to her deceptively cherubic face.
It may look less harrowing than every other event on the card, but barrel racing ain’t for the faint-hearted. The event is a death wish personified, and it feels about as good as someone taking a metal pipe to both shins. It takes balls—metaphorically, in her case—to charge into an arena on an American Quarter horse with the intention of guiding it through a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels while sprinting at top speed, but it takes dedication and skill to succeed the way she has. The winner is determined by just thousandths of a second.
The woman perched on his tailgate is unmatched—undefeated.
Flames of pride lap at his loins, the fire of desire stoked by the wicked roll of her hips.
“Ohh—shit!” Matthew hisses, his head lolling back as his hips buck into her heat.
She smirks, apparently vindictive as ever. “How’s that, cowboy? Everything you dreamed?”
“And more,” he growls as he grabs a fistful of her backside.
His grip is tighter than it needs to be as he switches positions. Not nearly as rough as she would prefer it; beggars can’t be choosers.
Matthew steps between her knees, and, despite herself, she shivers with anticipation. Chuckling, amusement twinkles in his baby blues. “Now give me a kiss, sweetheart. My lips are feelin’ a little lonely tonight, and you happen to be wearin’ my hat, Little Miss.”
He flicks the brim of his hat. She catches it before it hits the ground before plopping it back on the rightful owner, the damage already done.
“You just love that antiquated rule,” she shakes her head while most definitely laughing at his expense. “Y’wouldn’t see any action without it, now would you?”
Matthew grins. Trading insults is his favorite form of foreplay. “Neither would you. Isn’t that your signature move, outlaw?”
“I should kick you to the back of the line with that attitude. Hell, I’d probably be better off keeping you at a distance anyway.”
“Keep mouthin’ off and see how far it gets ya. Definitely nowhere near that McMansion castle you call home, that’s for sure.”
“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout me, sugar. I’ve got plenty of options if I need a ride home.”
“I’ll bet, show pony. Sexiest can chaser east of the Mississippi; who wouldn’t be chomping at the bit to carry Cinderella home to her Daddy?”
Men have a habit of gawking at her; Matthew has a habit of relieving them of their teeth.
He leans in to taunt her ear with greedy lips and barbed arrogance. “Best of luck finding one that’ll fuck you better than me.”
“Do you think about other guys fucking me often?” she fires without missing a beat.
More than he would like, actually.
With a heavy, drawn-out sigh, he runs a hand over his face. His patience is running thin, and his jeans are starting to chafe. Exasperated, he tries coaxing her to reason, “Sweetheart, c’mon. We both know you want this—want me. Stop makin’ this so damn hard.”
“Why? Because you already are?”
Matthew makes an exaggerated show of play-biting her scrunched-up nose.
“Woman, you drive me insane.”
“It’s why you’re so obses—“
Her teasing is thwarted by the sound of her own name. Spat out of her older brother’s mouth like a heirloom gone sour, it's no great surprise Quinn looks at her like he can’t recognize her. Like a stranger—like a traitor.
Guilt, thin and fleeting, pieces the tenderness between her ribs.
She squirms, attempting to put some distance between them as if that could erase the discovery—and her culpability—from his mind. Matthew and his shit-eating grin keep her from getting too far but don’t be fooled. This is no chivalrous encouragement to stand her ground. It’s got nothing to do with her and everything to do with her brother.
Quinn rages outside the hauler housing Matthew’s precious 3500 Laramie. Walking by, seeing the main trailer hitched Brady’s F-350 made his stomach churn. It didn’t sit right, and now he knew why.
“You can’t be serious! Nuh-uh, no—no fucking way. Get out here before I drag you out myself.”
At his tone, what little remorse she felt dissipates. They were both far too old for his tired, overbearing song-and-dance.
“Who died and made you king?”
Quinn, blinded by overripe anger, sweeps over the irritation, twisting her tongue and the disbelief arching her brow. “I thought I made myself clear last time. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Oh, crystal, Quinny.” Matthew snorts at the juvenile nickname but is swiftly cajoled into silence with a pinch to the side. “Message received.”
“Then quit screwin’ around and get your ass back to the truck before Dad blows a gasket. He’s been lookin’ all over for you. So, you best be thanking your lucky stars I got here first. That its me catchin’ you red-handed colluding with the enemy.”
He’s so serious, nearly shaking with rage, it’s difficult not to laugh. She can count on one hand the instances wherein her brother became visibly angry—all of them involving the man standing between her dangling feet. She fares better than him, but that’s to be expected. Unlike her accomplice, for her, there’s real risk involved.
“Just ‘cause I heard you don’t mean I have to listen.”
Lips pressed to her temple, Matthew clicks his tongue in approval. ‘Bout damn time she started giving back what Quinn so readily dishes out.
“Look, y’can spread your legs for anyone with big dreams and a buckle some other night. Parade around the circuit acting like a slut, see if I give a shit. But not tonight. And not with him.”
The knowing glint in Quinn’s blackened eyes is telling, but it isn’t as menacing as he thinks it is. The Hughes heir apparent couldn’t be judge, jury, and executioner. He doesn’t have a lick of proof. Just suspicion and a personal vendetta the size of Texas.
A safety net swaying below, Matthew decides to have a little fun. “Whoa, settle down, Trust Fund. Y’can’t talk to a lady like that, ‘specially not your sister.”
He’s no white knight, but he can pretend.
And isn’t that what you’re all doing? Pretending to be people you aren’t. Acting out your roles, putting on a show. After all, a performance will always be more entertaining than the truth.
“—and here I thought etiquette classes were a Rodeo Royalty rite of passage. Glad t’know she ain’t the only roughneck hellion in your family tree, Huggy.”
Quinn’s jaw tightens. His tongue threatens to put a hole through his cheek. Hands on his hips, the eldest sibling only nods. He ignores Matthew entirely.
“Real winner y’got there. A class act. You really know how to pick ‘em—cream of the goddamn crop. Say, what’re you gonna do when he inevitably gets bored of you? When he gets his hands on a fresh doe-eyed virgin to tarnish?”
After she finishes with Matthew, she’s kicking Jack’s sorry ass.
Those anxieties—and that majorly personal tidbit of information—were shared in confidence. Because unlike her older brother, she trusted her twin. Well, she used to, at least. Luke’ll be over the moon at the chance to be her favorite.
She bares her teeth like a scorned lapdog. “We’re not kids anymore, Q. You can’t push me around whenever you want or tell me what to do like you’re my father. And you sure as shit can’t bully me into submission, either. Give it up, or get lost.”
“Whatever,” Quinn barks as he backs away from the trailer. “Your fuckin’ funeral.”
Listening to the fading sound of her brother’s Ariats pounding through the dirt, she buries her face in the warm, familiar crook of Matthew’s neck; she needs a moment alone. He seems to understand this, his mouth zipped shut as he runs calloused hands up and down her sides. She’s breathing heavily, but he does her the simple mercy of leaving it be.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was growing on you,” Matthew hums, a low-maintenance attempt to lighten the mood.
They don’t do the touchy-feely BS. It’s one of the things that reeled him in—and kept him coming back.
“But you do.” She pulls away to look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. He hates that her melancholic eyes are red-rimmed. “—and stop thinking, it doesn’t suit you.”
“And what does, princess? I’m dyin’ for your insight.”
“Shut the door and I’ll show you.”
He blinks, taken aback. Who is this brazen tart, and when did she take your place? Matthew wonders to himself. Maybe he is the bad influence everyone paints him as… He hasn’t really thought about it until now, and it's troubling the way it makes his chest tighten.
Matthew clears his throat—and, from his mind, the distressing notion that he’s ruined someone good with his carelessness—as he leans over.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He pulls the hauler’s heavy metal door shut with clamorous finality.
Matthew Tkachuk might be the most self-serving swindler on dirt, but Quinn Hughes is just another name on his list. A box to tick and then forget. He wouldn’t lose sleep, it wasn’t like their friendship meant a damn thing. Not anymore. A friend turned foe, reduced to another obstacle in his way, a hurdle to jump.
Tonight, his sister’s fealty; tomorrow, his title.
Retribution is at his fingertips, so close he can taste it. Yet, it would seem that Matthew merely traded one hornet’s nest for another.
At least this one’s easy on the eyes.
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WIP List (again)
I have no idea where the other one went since tumblrs tagging system/my own tagging system sucks BUT this is what I'm working on while I'm in classes the rest of the month
1. Always be my plus one Part 4: Tyson Jost, Cale Makar, OC Anne DeFormicola
2. a little bit yours rewrite: [insert boy here]x reader
3. 10 things I love about you: Matthew Tkachuk x reader
4. Priceless: Jake DeBrusk x reader
5. Tyson Jost x reader, summer fic exchange fic so I'm not telling you the title but it's a continuation of something you've already read (maybe)
6. F is for Friends rewrite: Cale Makar, OC Emeline Pritchard (same universe/overlaps with Always be my plus one)
7. Ruin my life: I'm thinking Matthew Tkachuk but idk
8. I have like three different angsty songs in my inspo playlist on spotify that I'm going to write fics with and that's all we're going to get here
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below is listed the works of the fandoms/groups i write for. (please keep in mind that all of these are works of fiction, and NOT a depiction of reality; also keep in mind that i do not keep up with much media/news, and so if a player or character is problematic, let me know, please) saints and sinners welcomed:
Key:
Humor = ☆ Fluff = ✿ Romantic = ♡ Platonic = ♢ Poem = ♪ Angst = ♤
NHL Hockey:
Boston Bruins:
Worth. - Boston Bruins ♪
Cupid’s Chokehold - Derek Forbort x GN!Reader ✿
Verbatim - Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader ✿ ♡
As My Broken Heart Falls To My Feet, You Picked Up The Pieces Having Never Hurt Me Anyway - Mason Lohrei x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
A (Dark) Knight In Shining Armor - Jake DeBrusk x F! Reader ♤/✿ ♡
You Glimmer Like City Lights Against the Sea Port - Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader ✿ ♡
You Paint The Skies So Beautifully, So Ethereally - Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader ✿ ♡
There Was Salt Rubbed Into My Wounds, And You Washed It Off With The Freshwater River - Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
Buffalo Sabres:
If I Drift Endlessly Among The Stars, Would You Join Me? - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Seeing The Smile On Your Face Makes Me Believe That You're A Saint - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x GN!Reader ✿ ♡
O Beautiful Saint, O Lovely Saint - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Florida Panthers:
Unexpected Meetings - Matthew Tkachuk x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Neon Lights - Matthew Tkachuk ♪
Montreal Canadiens:
Disasterology - Arber Xhekaj x GN!Reader ♤
Ride Into The Sunset, Would I Lie To You? Well I've Got Somethin' To Say - Arber Xhekaj x F!Reader ♤♡
One Day You’ll See That Your Tainted Wings Are Heavenly - Cole Caufield x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
New Jersey Devils:
Storm-Struck - Nico Hischier x F!Reader ✿ ♡
I Won't See You Tonight - Alex Holtz x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
Philadelphia Flyers:
Like A Lazy Ocean Hugs The Shore, Hold Me Close, Sway Me More - Jamie Drysdale x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Seattle Kraken:
You Got That Kinda Lovin' That Can Be So Smooth - Vince Dunn x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Desert Drifting - Vince Dunn x GN!Reader ☆
Hold Me Close, And Never Let Go - Vince Dunn x GN!Reader ♤/✿♡
Toronto Maple Leafs:
Caraphernelia - Auston Matthews x F!Reader ♤
And All My Fears Come Back To You - Matthew Knies x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
You? - Auston Matthews x F!Reader ♤♡
Vancouver Canucks:
‘Cause This Is A Wasteland, My Only Retreat - Quinn Hughes x F!Reader (Part One) ♤ ♡
The Water Is Rusted, The Air Is Unclean, And There For A Second, I Feel Free - Platonic!Brock Boeser x F!Reader, Quinn Hughes x F!Reader (Part Two) ♤/✿ ♡/♢
Pastries ‘n Dessert - Nils Höglander x F!Reader ✿ ♡
The Dirt Seems To Falter In My Hands, Like I Do So For You - Quinn Hughes x F!Reader ✿ ♡
You Can Hate Me If You Want, But Your Desires Don't Lie - Quinn Hughes x F!Reader ☆/✿ ♡
Detroit: Become Human:
Wildin' in Detroit - platonic!Hank, Connor, Gavin x GN!Reader ☆ ♢
Late Dawns And Early Sunsets Over Detroit - Platonic!Gavin Reed x Reader ☆ ♢
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˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗
✩ PAIRING(S) — bull-rider!MATTHEW TKACHUK x barrel racer!hughes!reader
✩ WC — 1.8k and counting…
✩ SEIRES CONTENT WARNING(S) — profanity and innuendo; adult themes and content; family drama and other angst; infidelity, betrayal and deceit; descriptions of injuries; and more.
please refer to individual uploads for more specific content warnings.
MAIN SERIES
feelin' single, seein' double
all nighters with rodeo riders (uploaded FEB 3)
a legend at lovin' and leavin'
movin' on with jack
six-gun sugar
EXTRAS & RELATED ASKS
✩ blurbs + hcs
coming soon…
✩ asks
— prequel vs. sequel (poll)
— wild west (grace's version)
✩ tag(s) — #palomino princess | #in conversation: palomino princess | #all nighters with rodeo riders | #in conversation: all nighters with rodeo riders | #cowboy!matthew tkachuk | #bull-rider!matthew tkachuk
MUSIC & MOODBOARDS
✩ knockin' boots
✩ bunkhouse blues
✩ dutton state of mind
✩ raise a garden
✩ make boys cry, make beth dutton proud
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here's everything i published in the month of NOVEMBER
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★ F*CK YOU BETTER (18+)
pairing — fwb!MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader
wc — 1.7k
synopsis — "old habits die hard..." — or, her boyfriend won’t fuck her right, so she runs to the one person who always does. consequences be damned.
★ PARTY FOR TWO (18+)
pairing — ghostface!MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader
wc — 520
synopsis — "oh, you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim?"
★ YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND
pairing — JOSH NORRIS x reader
wc — 496
synopsis — he's done being tardy to his own life.
★ IF WE'RE LUCKY (18+)
pairing — RAFE CAMERON (obx) x reader
wc — 1k
synopsis — if they’re lucky, they might make it to the driveway.
★ HOMEMADE (18+)
pairing — ERIK JOHNSON x ex-nanny!reader
wc — 120 (tumblr preview) | 2.1k (on patreon)
synopsis — “you stuffed your bird, now its my turn.” — or, how erik and his nanny-turned-girlfriend spend their first thanksgiving as a couple.
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hat trick, but with a twist- m. tkachuk
matthew tkachuk x f!reader
summary~ requested fic! reader gets pregnant with matthew's third child.
warnings~ pregnancy
genre~ pre-establish relationship, fluff
word count~ 990
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Hello everyone! I didn’t mean to take such a long break from posting, but I hope everyone had a great valentine’s! I was so happy with my valentine’s week fic writing challenge and I hope you enjoyed it as well! I’ll try to be back to my normal schedule! I have some requests I'm currently working on, so stay tuned!
You were super excited when you found out you were pregnant with Matthew’s first child. Matthew was just as elated when you had told him the news. Then, your first daughter was born. When your second daughter came it was a semi-surprise. You say semi only because you were pushing for Matt to use protection. Matt loved to hit bare. Both girls could contribute to that. You weren’t complaining, but already having two girls you were iffy about having a third.
You always felt that three was a bad idea. One person always feels left out, but Matt always tried to push those thoughts away. He came from a loving family, who had three children. You always countered with your experiences while you were in high school. You always remembered how your two best friends went off without you, and you felt left out. Matt just did the best he could to comfort you. He wanted you to see the good in having three children.
“Daddy!” Your two girls yelled. Right when their little feet hit the ground they were looking for Matt. You had just brought them home from grocery shopping with you. You were trying to carry the plastic bags, and your eight month baby.
“I’m right here, Charlotte!” Matthew’s voice rang out.
“Mommy says she needs you to help her groceries.” Charlotte stated.
“Then let's go help Mommy with the groceries.” Matthew messed up her hair. “Let me help you babe!”
“Oh! Thank you!” you sighed out in relief. You handed Matt your youngest, Kate. You heard Matt’s baby talk the whole time you were unloading all the groceries. After you got everything out of the car, you had to put all the food in their disgated cupboards. You could hear the giggles and the little cheers coming from the living room. The little sounds made your day.
“Hey, do you need any help putting away the rest of the food?” Matt asked, scaring you when he asked.
“What about the kids?” you countered.
“I put on some ‘Magic School Bus’ for Char, and Kate already fell asleep.” Matt explained.
“I could use your help.” you mumbled, and he smiled at you. “Can you take that bag to our bathroom?” you asked pointing at a lightly filled bag. Matt just nodded and walked away.
As Matthew took the bag to the bathroom, he decided to put everything away for you. He pulled out the normal stuff like his kind of toothpaste, your kind of toothpaste, and your deodorant. The last thing he pulled out was two different pregnancy tests. You hadn’t even mentioned feeling sick. Matt knew what to expect with your pregnancies and how you acted before truly knowing. Matt even could tell you which pregnancy was the hardest for you. He even remembered your cravings and your mood swings. He was very involved to say the least.
“What’s taking you so long, Matty?” you quietly asked as you walked into your shared bathroom. You stopped abruptly when you saw him holding the tests. “Oh.”
“Are you craving anything weird or feeling sick?” Matthew asked. He didn’t want you to take the test and get a negative result. He also knew how on the fence you were about having a third child.
“I have been feeling sick.” you admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questioned.
“I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for sure. I know how much you want a third child, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up.” you confessed.
“Can you take it?” Matthew shyly asked you. You just nodded and grabbed the box that was in his hand; opening it. You peed on the stick, and then turned it upside down on the counter. It’s a small tradition Matt and you made up, when you had taken your first pregnancy test. Matthew was holding you from behind resting his head on top of yours. His arms were wrapped around your waist; hands resting flat on your stomach. “Will you be okay with having three children?” he mumbled into the semi-silence, you could still hear the TV show Charlotte was watching. The air in the room was heavy. You tilted your head, making him look down into your eyes.
“With you? Of course.” you reassured him. Matthew’s face lit up. His smile was enormous, and you just smiled back. You took a look at the clock on the wall and released that it was time to look.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
“Oh. My. God.” Matthew gasped out in your ear, before spinning you around and pulling you into a bone crushing kiss. “I’m a father to another one.” You just lightly laughed at him. “I am going to consider this a hat trick.”
“Matthew you did not.” you started laughing even harder.
“What?” he asked, giving you a face that resembled a confused puppy.
“You just compared our third baby to a hat trick.” You were out of breath at this point.
“I mean it is technically a hat trick if you think about it.” Matt mumbled. After you finished laughing you kissed him again.
“It’s a hat trick with a twist.” you said on his lips, and his smile grew bigger, if that was even possible.
“A hat trick with a twist. I like it.” Matthew said, before he pulled you back into him. The kiss was passionate and was getting heated very quickly.
“That kind of kiss is what brought us, now, three kids. Slow down Matty! I can’t keep up!” you giggled pulling back from him.
“It takes two to tango, babe.” Matt winked at you, “Now I need to go tell my mom the news.” You just nodded your head. No sense in planning out a pregnancy announcement to his family; they were all just going to find out from Chantal anyway. You were just left thinking, ‘maybe three isn’t going to be so bad.’
finished.
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outlaw- m. tkachuk
Matthew Tkachuk x f!Reader
warnings~ swearing, miscommunications, alcohol consumption
summary~ The wags don’t really like you, what happens when they decide to stir shit up?
genre~ pre-established relationship, angst
word count~ 3K
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remember that this is all fiction! I don’t think any of them would actually act like this!
Matthew knew of the reputation that preceded him. His nickname was Chucky, for god’s sake. Having such an evil reputation never bugged him off the ice until he met you. You never made him feel bad for the way he acted, in fact you were always defending him. Social media was not kind to him, and when you started dating him, social media also turned on you. Nasty tweets were always being thrown your way, but you just let it all roll off your shoulders. Your stubbornness always drew in Matthew. He loved how you didn’t take shit from anyone. Yet it messed with him, because he knew you were only taking all this shit because of him.
“Babe, I’m done getting ready!” you hollered from down the hall. Effectively pulling Matthew from his thoughts while he was semi-watching some sports channel. He heard your heels on the hardwood floor first, then he saw the mini sparkly black dress you were wearing. The dress was something you bought a couple months ago, but it still took his breath away whenever he saw it. It hugged you in all the right places, and the neckline plunged perfectly, catching the roundness of your boobs. “Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” He gaped at you like a fish, and you just laughed.
“You look gorgeous.” Matthew finally found words, but still didn’t think they were strong enough.
“You look handsome as always.” you smirked back, looking him up and down. Matthew was wearing a black t-shirt that captured how big his arm muscles were. His jeans also made his ass look great.
“How did I ever get you?” he rhetorically asked. You just shrugged and then grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the house. He locked the door, and you went down the elevator and to his car. The drive was perfectly fine with the radio station playing all the right songs with little ads.
The flames had their longest rest period of the season, so a lot of the guys were out tonight with their wives. You talked with one wife, before making your way to the actual bar. Matthew had made it up there before you and had already ordered. They served your drinks to you quickly. Then you dragged Matthew to the dance floor. You were moving your body against his, and just having a good time. Dancing like that for a couple more songs before you had to go to the bathroom. You tried to make your trip to the bathroom quick, but slowed when you heard some wag. The voice sounded like Katie’s, talking about you and Matthew. You kept hidden in the stall, trying to hear everything before you showed yourself.
“I don’t get what they see in each other.” Katie’s high-pitched voice was bouncing off the walls. “I mean, she looks like a slut, and he has some major anger issues.”
“I know right, did you see the dress she was wearing?” the second voice sounded like Jessica’s. “And how she was dancing on him. Doesn’t she know he is just going to leave her? I bet they will only last one more month, and then they are done.”
“With his track record, give it another week and he will be onto the next girl that will spread her legs for him.” Katie’s voice sounded off. You were sick of hearing what they were saying and showed yourself. You stepped out of the stall, and their heads snapped in your direction. You just smiled too sweetly and went to wash your hands.
“I would suggest you make sure you’re alone before you talk shit about other people.” You happily informed them.
“Why should we? You know we’re right. You just can’t admit to yourself. Matthew will never change his fuckboy ways for a girl like you.” Jessica was the brave one and spoke on her and Katie’s behalf.
“I’m not trying to change him, because he doesn’t need changed. So I suggest you shut your mouths, or at least know what you are talking about before speaking.” you walked out before they could say anything else. You went back over to Matthew, who was now sitting at the table talking with his teammates. You waved at him, and whoever he was talking to, then went to the bar to get something stronger. The bartender served you the shots you ordered, and then you went to go sit with Matthew. You would not let them ruin your night. Johnny talked with you, while Matthew continued his conversations with Mark.
“This season is getting crazy! It feels as if we have no rest time.” Johnny confessed to you. You nodded your head in agreement.
“It feels like that, because it is. You get like half a night to rest, before another practice or game.” you agreed with him.
“Hey, Isn’t that Chucky’s ex?” You heard Katie asked. You didn’t even realize that she was back at the table. Nevertheless, Matthew’s ex, Kelcie, was at the bar talking with the bartender. With her showing up and the conversation you had with them in the bathroom, you suspected them of inviting her. Matthew’s head snapped towards the bar, and you felt yourself stiffen. You had no hard feelings towards Kelcie. She was actually really nice to you whenever you had previously talked.
“Let's invite her over.” you suggested. Matthew was the one to stiffen at your suggestion. “Hey! Kelcie! Come sit with us!” you hollered at her. She heard you and came over. “How are you?” you asked in a sickly sweet tone. Patting the chair next to you, showing for her to sit down.
“I’ve been doing well. How is everyone else? The season looked good, but I bet you are all ready for the offseason.” Kelcie politely sat down.
“I’ve heard you kept busy, Kelcie.” Katie was the one to speak up in the awkwardness. “Does last Saturday ring a bell?”
“No. Last Saturday didn't ring a bell.” Kelcie looked genuinely confused.
“I heard you and Matthew had a nice dinner together.” Katie insisted. You felt Matthew to go stiff as a board, and you knew it was true. You quirked up your eyebrow, showing your interest in the conversation.
“We just had dinner and a glass of wine.” Kelcie quickly threw out. You looked back at Matthew sitting on your other side. He was already looking at you with guilty eyes.
“If you say it was just dinner, I believe you.” you concluded. “Sorry Katie, if you want me gone, you are going to have to try a lot harder.” If it was just dinner, then Matthew wouldn’t have lied about who he was having dinner with, but you would not let Katie win.
“I think we better get going, y/n” Matthew grabbed the back of your arm, pulling you out of your seat.
“Bye everyone! Kelcie, we need to grab some lunch soon!” You shouted out before Matthew could get you far enough away. “Why are we leaving, Chucky?” you asked, your voice as sharp as a knife. He just led you to the car. “If it was just dinner you didn’t have to lie to me.” you mumbled out.
Matthew was silent throughout the entire drive. The radio wasn’t even playing, and you were getting increasingly more worried. Why wasn’t he answering you? You were never so happy to see his apartment complex. No one said anything until you made it inside his apartment.
“Matthew, you have to fucking talk to me.” you finally got out. He now has no reason not to talk. “I thought you were going to stop fucking around. Please tell me you have.” you pleaded with him, tearing welling up in your eyes.
“I stopped fucking around.” Matthew finally answered you. “I can’t tell you why I was going to dinner with her right now. I just need your trust.”
“You need my trust? You do not have the most trustworthy reputation. Why can’t you just tell me?” you were now letting the tears fully fall.
“I just can’t tell you right now.” Matthew signed out.
“I think I need to be alone tonight.” you sadly huffed out.
“Please don’t leave. I just need some time.” Matthew now was the one pleading with you.
“I just need some time, Matthew. I need tonight to myself. Now I am going to take an Uber, and you will not show up at my apartment, until I can get my head together.” you explained. “I was happily proving all the wags wrong, and then you throw this shit at me.” Matthew nodded in understanding, and you got the notification the car you ordered was ready out front. You left with a ‘see you later.’ Not being in the talking mood and your driver understanding that, you kept to just listening to the radio.
You were exhausted when you opened the door to your apartment. It was cold inside and felt slightly foreign. You hadn’t been there in at least a week, choosing to just stay at Matthew’s. Quickly getting ready for bed, you didn’t waste any time getting into your queen sized bed. You didn’t sleep well at all. You missed Matthew’s cuddles and getting warm from his body heat. You even missed having something to wake up to, besides an empty bed. Tossing and turning you decided you should check your phone since putting it on do not disturb. You had a couple social media notifications, and some text from Johnny, Mark, and even Kelcie.
“It really was just dinner.” Kelcie had texted you.
“Matthew loves you, he is always telling us so. Please, just trust him.” Mark’s message read.
“I don’t know what the fuck happened tonight, but I am so sorry for the way the girls treated you. Matthew loves you. Just hear him out.” Johnny’s message was the last one you read.
Bursting out in tears, you couldn’t believe what happened tonight. You did nothing wrong to the wives. Why did they hate you? You ended up crying yourself to sleep and woke up way past noon. The sun was already set high in the sky, and you have to force yourself out of your bed. Making yourself ‘breakfast’ and turning on the TV. You were skipping through channels, stopping when you saw Matthew doing a pre-game interview on Sportsnet. The Flames had an early, one time game against the Oilers, and then they were off to Montréal to play the Canadians. You honestly didn’t know if you were going to talk to him before he left.
Deciding to go against your brain, you sent him a quick ‘good luck’ text before shutting your phone back off. You had some work to do, and just let the game go on in the background. Cleaning your kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, before working on some spreadsheets you had taken home from work. You didn’t check your phone for the rest of the day, staying busy with work. The Flames ended up winning, and you got the horn sound through your TV. You still smiled when the camera zoomed into Matthew hugging his teammates.
When you turned your phone on the following day, you went out of your way to avoid all text messages from anyone that was associated with the Flames or Matthew. You just wanted to get through work and come home to have a bubble bath with some wine. And you did just that. You tried not to take too many breaks at work, because when you did all you could think about was Matthew. When you made it home and got into that bubble bath you’ve been dreaming of all day, you couldn’t help and think about how Matthew would hold you as you both bathed together. You pushed all those thoughts away, and slipped into the bath, letting the warmth of the water comfort you. You went to bed early and only ever looked at your messages when you needed to text one of your coworkers.
The next day was like Groundhog Day, where Billy Murray’s days repeated. You felt like a zombie. Work went as normal and you even got done early and could head back to your apartment an hour early. This was the last series of hockey games for the season. The Flames weren’t going into the offseason, but you were still proud of Matthew, anyway. You quickly texted Matthew a quick ‘good luck.’ He always said that was his good luck charm. Saying that he just plays better after getting that text. And who were you to mess up his game? You didn’t read any of the text he had sent you and watched the pre-game interviews. You weren’t paying too much attention until Matthew’s voice came out of your speakers.
“We have Matthew Tkachuk with us!” the reporter excitedly cheered out. “How are you doing, Matthew?”
“I’m doing fine, how about you guys?” Matthew answered back.
“We are doing alright! What are you doing to get ready for this game?” the reporter was just asking him generic questions.
“Well, I’m just doing everything I usually do.” Matthew seemed a little uninterested, but kept the interview going.
“Do you have anything planned for the offseason?” This question sparked your interest.
“Yeah, I hope to be spending it with my beautiful girlfriend.” Matthew conceded. The interview was over quickly, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Matthew. You did really miss him. The Flames schedule was two games back to back, a rest day, and then the last game. Matthew had told you before that they were planning on flying home right after the last game.
The days were separated by how you spent your night. One night you went out to dinner with a coworker, another night you spent going to the movies alone, and the other two were spent trying new dinners recipes. When you tried the new red pepper pasta dish, you caught yourself thinking about how Matthew would like it, and how you should make it for him sometime. After you couldn’t get him off your mind, you spent the night crying about how much you missed Matthew. Without thinking, you checked the messages Matthew had previously sent you:
I love you.
Please don’t leave me.
Would you be willing to meet with me at my apartment tomorrow night? I have something I need to confess.
Nothing bad, I promise.
I really love you.
My mom misses you, and I do too.
You chuckled a bit at the last text. Before you could chicken out, you texted Matthew saying that you would go to his apartment after work. He answered back quickly, saying how he missed you and couldn’t wait to come clean. You didn’t sleep too well that night. Your brain was just stuck thinking about what Matthew could have to tell you.
The morning came too soon, and so did your alarm. You thought about calling in sick, but thought better of it. The morning was the same as any other, and you went to your plain-old job. Today your boss swamped you with work, meaning you would have to work a little later than you had planned. You rushed over to Matthew’s after you finished your last spreadsheet. You were definitely driving over the speed limit in some zones, but you just wanted to get to Matthew’s apartment. When you came to his door, you didn’t know if to knock or not. You haven’t knocked on his door in what felt like forever. You thought it would be better to knock, and Matthew opened the door in record time. “Sorry I got caught up at work.”
“No, you're right in time. I just finished making some dinner.” Matthew waved you off.
“You made dinner? Oh, no.” you chirped him, and he laughed. It felt good to hear him laugh.
Dinner was fantastic. He made chicken with some vegetables on the side. Conversation was easy between you guys; it always has been. Matthew told you stories of what happened during the road trip, and you told him what you have been up to.
After eating, Matthew became really serious. “Give me a minute, and I’ll explain everything.” After that, he left the dining room and went to his bedroom. You had moved into the living room and waited patiently for him to come back. When he did, he asked you to turn around, and you followed his directions. “Turn around.” he whispered.
Matthew was on one knee, with a ring box open in his hands, “Will you marry me?”
“I need some answers before I can give you an answer.” you admitted.
“I’ll tell you everything.” Matthew begged.
“Why did you lie about having dinner with Kelcie?” you questioned
“She was helping me plan a more romantic proposal, but I kinda ruined the plan.” Matthew explained. “Nothing ever happened between us. I lied because I didn’t want you to ask why I was going to see her. I just wanted things to be perfect.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” you asked.
“I wanted to wait until after the season where we could have some time to ourselves.” he explained.
“Ask me again.” you demanded.
“Ask you what?”
“Ask me to marry you again, Doofus.” you chuckled.
“Oh, um. Will you marry me y/n?” Matthew questioned nervously.
“Yes!” you gladly said. Matthew sprung up and slid the diamond ring on to your finger. You kissed him passionately.
“You don’t know how excited my mom is going to be.” Matthew sighed. “She loves you. I think she almost flew out, when I told her what I did.” You just chuckled.
“I love you, Matthew, but never fucking do that to me again.” you said.
“I promise to never do that to you again. You stole my heart, future Mrs. Tkachuk.” Matthew whispered in your ear. The night turned out better than you expected. You couldn’t be more excited to show your ring to everyone, knowing the love of your life was right there beside you.
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