#florida panthers fanfiction

[swissboyhisch]

All-Star Love

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuck x Lemiuex!Reader

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

Word Count: 1742

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tkachuk is better, that's for sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Better luck next time Tkachuk!”

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

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hurt my feelings - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x fem!verhaeghe reader

summary: feelings get involved between you and matthew, your enemy with benefits

warnings: implied smut, cheating, language, mentions of drinking, angst, toxic relationship(?)

word count: 1.4k words

matthew pulled his shirt over his head, looking forward to getting out of the sweaty garment after the game. he tossed it to the ground as the rest of the team filed into the locker room, spirits high after a win over the habs.

“woah, dude,” carter laughed as he clapped matthew on the shoulder. “tell your girl to chill out, you look like you were attacked by a wild animal.”

“it’s not that bad,” matt laughed it off, glancing over his shoulder in the mirror at the long red lines running down his shoulder blades.

“what, does she look worse?” verhaeghe teased, and matt pushed him off.

“classy.”

“alright - sorry,” he surrendered. “oh, by the way, my sister is is town for a few days and i know you two don’t get along, so i’m giving you a heads up.”

“okay,” matthew shrugged. “remind me not to come to your place.” carter’s little sister; a whiney brat who for as long as he could remember had found every way possible to piss him off.

matthew thought back to the time last summer he had spent two weeks at a lake house with carter, a few of the guys from the team, and of course, carters sister. carter’s sister who loved pushing his buttons more than anything in the world.

“i don’t know why you two hate eachother so much - i know she can be a bit annoying sometimes, but i think you bring something out in her.”

“sorry man, i don’t know what it is either, we just don’t get along.”

“hey, it is what it is. i’m gonna hit the showers.” verhaeghe walked off to wash off the game, leaving matt sitting by himself, thinking about what carter had said. i bring something out in her? he thought to himself.

after a quick shower, he dried himself off and got dressed before grabbing his stuff and heading out to his car. he checked his phone to see a few messages from teammates, the group chat trying to make plans to hang out and celebrate the win. there was also a text from another number; someone far more interesting to the older tkachuk brother.

carter’s sister.

carter’s sister whose flight he knew had landed in florida last night, not today like verhaeghe had said.

carter’s sister who had her legs wrapped around matthew and her nails scratching down his back in her hotel room last night. matthew sighed, running a hand through his damp curls as he opened the message.

•

it had started that summer at the lake house- what could only be described as hatesex as you found yourself sneaking into matt’s room in the middle of the night. you knew it was wrong, that he had a girlfriend and that your brother would kill you both if he found out; but mixing alcohol and strong emotions leads to consequences. these consequences being matt’s hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucked you on the bathroom sink, or having to pray that the door was locked as someone knocked on it.

it became a nasty habit, one you couldn’t break; or you weren’t sure you wanted to. each time you were in the same city, you ended up in his bed, and then it was back to hating each other the next morning; if you even really did anymore.

you had told yourself it wasn’t going to happen again, but when you got a last minute flight out to florida a day early, you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car on the way home from the airport - and then beneath him in the backseat.

there was a knock on the door not long after matthew had texted, and you padded over, checking through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t an unexpected guest. you opened it to let the familiar curly haired individual inside, and your back hit the wall as he pinned you between it and his muscular frame. he kicked the door shut with a thud as his lips latched onto your neck, and you slid his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

“that jackets expensive,” he mumbled as you kicked it aside, his teeth nipping at your skin.

“you’ll get over it.” his lips met yours, his tongue invading your mouth as his fingertips dug harshly into the soft flesh of your hips.

“i could be celebrating winning the game right now and instead i’m here with you,” he muttered, coming from anyone else might have been a sweet sentiment, but coming from him in this situation it wasn’t. it was a challenge for you to make the choice worth it.

“why would you be celebrating? it’s not like you scored-“ he hand wrapped around your throat as you teased him, not enough to hurt you, but enough that you knew not to press that subject right now.

“don’t,” he warned, his eyes dark as they stared into yours.

“so you get to be mean and i don’t?” you scoffed, and he rolled his eyes.

“you watched the game?” he asked, avoiding your question completely.

“i didn’t watch it for you.”

“sure you didn’t.” you wrapped your hand around his wrist, letting your nails dig into his skin slightly as you pulled his grip off your throat. he returned his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he walked over to the bed.

“are you here to talk? because if you are you have the wrong room,” you spat. he was being extra mean today, and you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with it after all.

“is that what you want? to talk?” he asked, stepping back slightly and putting some needed space between. you shook your head.

“no. you’re just supposed to show up, we hook up, and then you leave.”

“i don’t even get to stay the night anymore?” he asked, pretending to be offended.

“why do you care? run home to your fancy house and see if your girlfriend will fuck you if you want someone to wake up next to.”

matthew thought about his empty bed at home, no traces left of the girlfriend he has dumped months ago because he didn’t love her. because she wasn’t you.

“whatever. remember you texted me, begging me to come here.”

“i did not beg-“

“like you didn’t beg for me to fuck you that first night last summer?”

“stop it.”

“i bet you think of me every time you sleep with someone else and you hate it because you know they’ll never be as good as me. they’ll never make you feel the way that i do.” he stepped closer to you, holding you gently this time, his lips ghosting across the skin of your jaw.

“matty…”

“tell me what you want,” he whispered, and there was a funny feeling in your chest.

“i want you.”

“why do you think i always come when you call, pick you up from the airport? you have me wrapped around your finger.”

you looked at him surprised at the tenderness in his voice; he was either being sincere, or playing a very cruel joke.

“don’t play with my feelings, matthew.”

“feelings? you have feelings for me?” he asked, and your throat felt like it was closing.

“i-“

“answer me,” he said, sternly but his tone still gentle as he rested his forehead against yours.

“yes,” you whispered, barely audible, before he closed the gap, kissing you softer than ever before. your hands slid under his t-shirt, the way you softly traced the lines on his back contrasting the way you dug your nails into the skin the night before.

“baby,” he mumbled as you kissed down the side of his neck, pushing him towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he sat down. matthew pulled you down into his lap, holding you gently, no bruises left from his fingertips this time as you left a trail of pink hickeys across his collarbone.

“please matty,” you pleaded. he fought back a comment about how you were begging for him now, deciding not to ruin the moment as he began to slide your clothes off. “wait - what about jess-“

“we broke up months ago.” he cut you off.

“don’t lie to me, matthew. i’ll never trust you again if you do.” this was the one time you were allowing yourself to be vulnerable with him, and you really hoped he wasn’t just taking advantage of that. his blue eyes stared up at you, sparkling gently as he told you without words that he was being honest.

“i promise. i’m all yours.” he kissed you again, and your fingertips began to work on the buckle of his belt.

“good,” you smiled, hoping that you wouldn’t regret opening your heart to him.

and now that matthew had it, he would never let it go.

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

[offside-the-lines]

Tie me down, your hands like butter | Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Matthew thinks silk wrist ties are an exciting pre-team dinner appetizer. And now the boys know. SMUT: 18 + ONLY. MINORS DNI. SAFE SEX RESOURCE. a/n: I live in a world where Matty's hair is longer than it is because I love his curls. Don't @ me. This is my first smutty piece here. Happy new year lol. I also don't typically like to write reader inserts but thought I'd play around with it; and I won't use "y/n" so there's a gratuitous use of "baby". Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x Female!Reader (Existing relationship) Words: 3K Warnings: Mild bondage (wrist ties), Under negotiated kink (photo exhibitionism), Fingering, Oral sex (fem receiving), PiV, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), Creampie; Some chirping at the team dinner where the boys know what just happened. Requests: Open | Masterlist

SMUT: 18 + ONLY. MINORS DNI. SAFE SEX RESOURCE.

You felt the cold air brushing over your nipples and tried to focus on steadying your breathing. You wiggled your hands and felt the soft silk tug on your wrists. You couldn’t help but squirm a little, pressing your thighs together. Even though you were comfortable, you felt incredibly exposed. And the anticipation was starting to drive you crazy.

Where the fuck is he, you thought.

And almost like he heard you, you saw your boyfriend stalk out of the closet. He had gotten undressed and was wearing just his boxers and his dress shirt, open so you could see a delicious sliver of chest and abs. Almost instinctually you moved to sit up, trying to reach out to run a hand down his smooth chest. But obviously, you felt the tug of the restraints again.

He smirked. “What are you doing, baby?” He lulled, steps slowing as he walked towards the bed.

The impatience getting to you, “For fuck’s sake Matthew, I know that this teasing is fun for you but come on! It’s killing me”

He threw his head back in a laugh. “Oh yeah? It’s killing you, is it now? Well, tell me, what is it you want?”

You let out a noise of frustration that only comes out as a guttural groan. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the glint of mischief in his eye confirmed it. “Oh come on, really?” 

He giggled and started crawling onto the bed towards you, painfully slow. “Yes, really. I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck you.” You pouted defiantly while ignoring the heat pooling in your belly. You would definitely have crossed your arms if you could.

“That is the idea, baby. But I want to hear you say it first. Stop being such a brat.” He leaned over you, careful not to touch you. The heat radiated off his skin, making every hair on your body stand on end.

You stared at each other for a long moment, both of your eyes dark and pupils wide in anticipation and hunger, testing each other to see who would break first. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his boxers twitch; without permission, your eyes were drawn straight to the movement. And the solid shape you saw there, pressing against the fabric, confirmed what you already knew.

“Oh fucking hell, just fucking touch me, Matthew.”

“Oh yeah? Just touch?”

“No, obviously not just touch. I want you to get your hands and your mouth on me, and I want you to fuck me.” He made a deep groan in response, dropping his head to your chest, his soft curls tickling you. “There, are you happy now?”

His head snapped up, eyebrows already raised and mouth cocked in a smirk. “Oh yeah, baby, don’t worry. We are both about to be very happy. Now, was it so hard to ask nicely?” he growled as he moved to straddle you. 

He was leaning above you, his curls falling forward to cast a shadow. With one hand on the bedframe clutching where your hands are tied, he ran his other hand gently down your arm, your side, your waist, before reaching under you to grab your ass firmly. A surprised moan escaped your lips. As your eyes fluttered close at his tight grasp, he leaned in for a hot kiss, firm, pushing you deep into the pillows beneath you.

Slowly, he kissed and suckled down your body, leaving a trail of marks on your neck, chest, and stomach. You would have complained normally, but the anticipation was clouding your mind. He stopped when he reached the band of your lace thong, looking up through his thick eyelashes at your heaving chest, the lack of contact drawing a whine from you. He softly chuckled as he moved to reposition himself between your legs and you let your knees fall to the side before he even had to ask you.

“Eager, are we?” he mumbled into the soft skin of your thigh. But you were too hot and desperate to say anything snarky back, simply arching your hips up to meet him, earning a growl as he leaned back. “Now, now. Baby. You know you’ve got to behave. Don’t make me regret not getting out the leg restraints as well.”

His eyes, usually a sparkly blue, were so dark now, with a ferocious intensity in them. He bit his lip and watched as you tried to quiet your squirming. After a few torturous seconds, he reached down and tore your lace thong in half.

“Tkachuk! What the fuck! Those were expensive,” you shrieked.

“Yeah, yeah… I can afford to buy you more,” he mumbled as he leaned forward and licked his lips.

You wanted to argue, but your mind wasn’t coming up with any more words as your heart thundered, watching his shiny lips open to place a firm suck on your desperate clit. Before you could even react, he moved and licked a firm stripe up your dripping cunt. The sudden contact exactly where you’ve been craving him made you give out a sharp gasp, eyes slamming shut as you pulled hard against your restraints. It hurt your wrists, but you didn’t care, you barely even noticed.

He hummed, clearly pleased with himself, before he lowered himself back down to lick and suck at your clit. You had been craving attention for so long that you couldn’t help but grind your hips to meet him. And surprisingly, he let you for a few seconds before he placed a firm hand across your hips to hold you down.

The attention to your core was quickly becoming more than you could bear and you felt yourself heaving under his heavy touch and firm tongue. You didn’t even have a mind to be embarrassed about the utterly pornographic sounds you were making; too focused on the tight knot of heat gathering extremely quickly in your stomach.

“Oh, Matty, baby. I –” you moaned. And he hummed against you as if to say he knew exactly what you wanted.

He sucked gently at your clit and looked up at you through his lashes and you could feel the smirk on his face as he slid two fingers slowly into your pussy, angling them perfectly to hit the magic spot on the first stroke. A string of curses and moans fell from your lips instantly, as you arched your back.

You were close. So close. You knew it. He knew it. And he seemed quite happy with how quickly you were getting there.

*CHIME* *CHIME*

His phone lit up with a notification that snapped you both out of the moment. He looked up at you, clearly thinking about something. And while his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, brushing your g-spot every time, he sat up and reached over you for his phone.

“What?! Matthew. What are you – Oh my god! What – Oooh…” you tried to yell, but your voice came out breathy and strained as your body was still working towards a release. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s just Benny. Snap streak to keep, you know how it is.” His voice was so casual you almost thought you had misheard him.

It snapped you out of your pleasure enough to call out. “What?” You tried to sit up but the way his hand was working you and the way your arms were tied firmly above your head meant that you were stuck. And the more his fingers continued to work their magic, the less you could string a thought together.

“I mean come on, baby. You know the boys are going to hound me with questions if I don’t reply. Don’t worry, they’re not going to see anything too revealing, I promise,” he smiled down at you, his hand stopping for a second. His voice was gently asking for permission, and you trusted him implicitly. So, you gave him a lazy smile as you rolled your eyes, hiding your face into the crook of your arm in embarrassment when his fingers started working again.

His fingers knew exactly where to hit you as he used his new position to press the palm over your mound, grinding against your clit; it felt so good that you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut again, lost in the sensation. Without his other hand to hold you down, your hips buckled against him, finding more friction there.

You barely heard him say “Okay done” or the thud of the phone being tossed across the bed. You didn’t miss his warm breath brushing over your ear as he leaned back in, his curls tickling your cheek. You didn’t miss the way he started sucking at the sensitive spot near the base of your neck that drove you crazy. You didn’t miss the way he repositioned himself, using his muscular thighs to pin you down as your hips moved more and more wildly.

“Come for me, baby, I know you’re close,” he growled.

The sound of his deep drawl, thick with desire sent a shiver down your spine. The tension in your belly broke and you felt the wave crash over you, pulsing again and again as you arched into him. His fingers worked you through the orgasm as he peppered kisses gently over your face and neck. 

“Fuck, Matty.” You breathed out finally as focus came back. Your eyes flew open. “Shit, what the hell did you send them?”

His brows furrowed, worried, “Babe, was that too much? I’m sorry. I got a little lost in the moment there… It didn’t have your face in it, okay? Just your hands. Don’t worry.” 

“Okay,” you smiled, “Okay, yeah, that’s fine.”

“I probably shouldn’t have done that, we hadn’t talked about it before, I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your cheeks. His hands were rubbing circles on your waist, and it did calm your mind a little. You knew that the boys would still know exactly what was going on, but you were glad at least they didn’t see the way you looked blissed out underneath Matthew. That was just for him.

So, you leaned up and deepened the kiss, and felt him relax a little. His hands ran up and down your sides, gently stopping to knead your breasts and pinch your nipples. The sensation sent a shock through your body and you suddenly remembered the emptiness you felt and moaned a little into his lips. 

“So, are you gonna fuck me or not?” You mumbled.

You heard a sharp intake of breath as he stiffened, pausing over you. But something about that seemed to convince him you were okay, as he leaned in, pressing his hard member into your thigh. 

He slid his hands up your arms, causing you to shiver under his gentle touch, as he went to untie your wrists, rubbing soft circles on the sorer parts. As soon as your hands were free, you ran your hands down his chest. You always loved the way his muscles rippled above you as he carefully distributed his weight so as to not crush you.

After making out for a few moments longer, the burning heat was solidly back between your legs, and the need to feel him inside you boiling over. You pressed your heel into his ass, trying to get some friction from his hard cock against you. But he still seemed to be taking it slow, feeling a little bad about earlier.

Frustrated, you decided to take the lead, reaching a hand down; you didn’t waste any time, slipping below the waistband, you started stroking his hard length firmly. His breath hitched in his throat and slid into a deep guttural groan, clearly surprised by your sudden movement.

His mouth never leaving yours, he peeled off his shirt and slid his boxers down. With a thigh hitched over his hip, you felt his tip, slick with pre-cum, rub up and down your wet cunt, both moaning into each other’s mouths as he slid into you slowly. 

Taking a few seconds after bottoming out, he started rocking his hips, guiding himself in and out gently. But you wanted more. So much more. You whined; your nails dug into his lower back, hoping he would take the message.

And he did. He pulled back from your lips and shifted himself so both your legs rested higher on his waist. He studied your face, completely still for a moment; his eyes were wild, soft curls forming a curtain around his forehead. 

He must have seen what he wanted because he gave you a smirk before he slid almost all the way out, before slamming back into you, hard and deep. You let out a shocked moan as you felt a warm tingle radiate all over your body. He seemed satisfied with that response, his smirk widening.

Biting down on his swollen lip, he drove himself into you again and again, finding the perfect spot inside you that made you arch up into him in pleasure. Your hands clutched his toned arms for stability, moaning and swearing. Your name fell from his lips again and again as he told you how good you felt. How well you were taking him.

Sensing you were getting close, he reached a hand between you and pinched your nipples hard, before sliding it down to rub a thumb on your clit, never breaking his rhythmic thrusts. The added sensation almost sent you over the edge immediately. As you raised your hips to meet his stroke after stroke, you felt the edges of your vision get fuzzy and your body get blazing hot.

“Matthew, baby, fuck” you called out as your second orgasm crashed into you hard, causing your thighs to shake where they squeezed his torso as you dug your nails into his arm. As he fucked you through your high, you felt his rhythm get frantic as he chased his own.

“Matty, baby, I feel good?”

“Yeah, fuck, you feel amazing.”

“Show me how good I feel. Come on, Matty.”

He let out a deep moan as he thrust a few more times before spilling inside you, his hips stuttering. He collapsed onto his elbows, breathing hard into your hair.

After a few seconds of catching your breath, he mumbled into your ear, “Fuck, that was amazing. You’re amazing.” He kissed you on your cheek, your eyes, your mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled into his mouth. As he leaned back, you gazed into each other’s eyes, just watching your wide pupils fill with love. You didn’t want to break the moment but, “Alright, Matty, we got to get ready for dinner,” you whispered, tapping him on the arm.

“Urgh,” he grunted, burying himself into your neck. “Why…” he whined.

“Baby, they’re your teammates. We got to go. You want to go.”

“Fine,” he sighed.

*   *   *   *   *

You walk into the restaurant, hand in hand with Matthew. You were running about 20 minutes late. He did decide that he was going to try and convince you to stay home one more time in the shower. Not that you were really complaining.

You spotted Barky across the restaurant who gave you a wave. 

You knew something was up before the two of you even got to the table as you saw the guys nudging each other and snickering. Weird.

“Hey, Chucky. Nice of you two to finally join us. Glad we’re not interrupting a fun evening,” Sam Bennett said with a wink.

That’s when it hit you—the Snap. You felt your face turn beet red as you tried to hide yourself in Matthew’s sleeve.

“Well, Samuel, you gotta please your woman before dragging her to hang out with you boys,” you heard him say cockily.

You groaned, “I should just go home.”

“No, no! Don’t be silly. Come on, sit down,” you heard someone yell. You sat down next to Ekky, not meeting anyone’s eyes, feeling like he was a safe bet.

You placed the napkin across your knees, fiddling with the fold so you didn’t have to look at anyone.

You felt Aaron reach an arm across the back of your chair and give your shoulder a squeeze before leaning over to you and Matthew.

“Don’t worry. We didn’t see anything. Just your hands and some hair,” he said earnestly, leading you to breathe out a sigh of relief as he sat back. Then, he cleared his throat and chuckled.

He leaned back in, “Wrist ties, eh? Kinky,” he whispered to Matthew across you. 

“Oh my god!” you whispered, giving him a slap across the chest. He let out a loud laugh, clutching his chest. Yeah, you should have known Ekblad was a bad bet. Should’ve sat next to Bob, who definitely didn’t use Snapchat.

Matthew, annoyingly, joined in on the laughing as he shrugged smugly. He didn’t think you’d see him put up 3 fingers and mouth “three times” at Bennett before winking; but you did. You reached over and shoved him, causing a sound of surprise as he lost his balance, almost falling out of his chair. 

That caused everyone to laugh, and it seemed for the first time since you walked into the restaurant, the attention was on something else for a second. The Snap was only brought up a few more times that evening, your face turning red hot each time. But it was a good night, as it always was with the boys.

[tkachukz]

I will take care of you -Matthew Tkachuk

-this is my first fic, be nice :) -english is not my first language, if I have something written wrong I'm sorry (and let me know so I can fix it and learn)

-words: 1.0 K

summary:  When you find out your boyfriend played the game 4 with a fractured sternum.

Millions of thoughts swirled through your clouded mind as you drove fast to Matthew's house.

The guilt haunted you. You are unable to attend either of the two games in Florida, due to work, that required you to travel to New York for the entire week. 

The television, however, was on for Game 3, and you saw Matt get knocked down in rough hit, feeling your heart sink when he was slow to get up, and even more when he was out for several minutes. Seeing him back on the ice at the end of the game - and still scoring a goal - brought a little peace. He wouldn't play injured right?

In the post-match call - which always happened when you was away - he looked tired, said that maybe he had a bad shoulder, but that he was fine.

The days were silent until game 4, and as much as you wanted to call he every second, you imagine he needed some time to focus better. You knew how important all that was to him.

In Game 4, you could tell from the first shift that he was hurt. Anyone could see. He would try to get away when a fight broke out, dodge hits, and skate for less time than usual. Despite this, the effort he put in was evident, but unfortunately, the Panthers lost that game.

He took a while to answer your call that night and your instincts already knew something was wrong. When the camera finally turned on, you felt your heart sink at the sight of Matthew's exhausted face on the screen. He dodged a bit, saying his shoulder must be dislocated or something. He repeated a million times that he was fine and that you didn't have to worry, and considering his tired face, you gave up and let him rest.

He didn't play Game 5, and calls for him filled his inbox in seconds. Only something very serious would take Matthew out of the game and you knew it. Hochey was his life, and his desire to help and impress not only his team and fans, but also his family - most notably his father. 

He called you at the end of the night, after the defeat.He was devastated, sadness shining in his blue eyes. Matt made the excuse that his shoulder had gotten worse, and even though you knew it was supposed to be more than that, you managed not to push him that night, you knew that would be the last thing he needed. 

In the rest of the call, you did everything to try to comfort him, and his eyes lit up thinking that in a few days you to would meet in Florida.

You were on the plane when the list of injured players came out. You knew Matthew's name would be there, but his injury took your breath away.

You walked into the house not bothering to close the door behind you, your heart almost bursting out of your mouth.

“Did you play with a fractured sternum?????”

Matthew's eyes bugged out. 

He was in the kitchen, standing drinking water, while Brady was eating cereal.

“I can explain” your boyfriend said in a wary voice.

You approached slowly, feeling your eyes sting. You placed your hands on his cheeks, still feeling the thick stubble. 

“I get so worried” your eyes conveyed all your emotions and you felt on the verge of tears.Matthew reached down slowly, wrapping his strongs arms around you in a soft embrace. 

You snuggled into him, keeping your arms light, afraid of hurting him. “You can hug me, I'm fine” he seemed to read your mind. 

“I read all about fractured sternum on the plane, are you in pain even to breathe?” your voice came out shaky.

 “It's not so bad now that you're here,” he said with a small smile, inhaling the scent of your hair as your arms caressed his back.

“I'm sorry for not being here last week. I'm so sorry about the end Matt. You deserved so much. I'm so proud of you” he adjusts to hear the words, feeling so close to the Stanley and still losing was an open wound, and you knew it would take time to heal.

“I'm glad you're here now. I'm going to need a lot of petting,” he said with a pout, pulling back a little to look at you, running a finger down your cheek to wipe away a dripping tear, “and I need help shaving, I don't trust Brady with anything sharp.”

"Hey!" Brady complained, still finishing his cereal.

“That reminds me” you walk away from Matt approaching the younger brother, depositing a cracking slap on his arm. 

"Hey! This hurt!” the big hockey player massaged his arm.

“How did you let him play injured Braeden Tkachuk!?!?” 

"He plays hurt and I'm the one who gets beat up???" 

"But of course! We are a team! You are responsible for taking care of him when I am away!!”

"That's right Brady, you should take care of me" Matthew teases him.

“You're lucky you're hurt, otherwise I'd punch you” he replies gruffly.

You let out a sigh, the dynamic of this family always entertained you.

“Come on, love, I'll take care of you” You approached Matthew, placing a delicate kiss on his jaw, and he returned one on the top of your head.

“Can you shave my beard?”

"Yes my love“

“Can I have a mustache?”

"No."

[uluvjay]

mackie samoskevich with “i think i deserve a kiss", possibly like after his debut game? <3

This idea is so cute

Mackie x established relationship! Reader

Warnings?; non really, kissing, fluff, pet names

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You were sat in the stands as Mackie’s debut game with the Florida panthers came to an end. You and his family were emotional wrecks the entire game, especially after Mackie got an assist on one of Tkachuks goals earning him his first nhl point in his first game.

Your talked with his family as you all waited by the panthers locker room for him to come out.

“Oh here he comes!” His mom notified.

Your face hurt from smiling so much today but that didn’t stop you from busting out the biggest smile as he can towards all of you holding his own cheesy grin.

His sisters tackled him in a hug as soon as he got close enough and as soon as they separated his parents did the same.

His mom gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling away and wiping her tears of joy. He turned to face you and you couldn’t help but jump into his arms, allowing your own tears to come down your face.

“I’m so proud of you Mack, I swear it feels like I was watching you in your first Umich game yesterday, and here I am watching you play in the nhl” you told him as you pulled back a little.

“It’s so crazy” he admitted and you seen his eyes watering as well.

“I think Samo deserves a nice greasy piece of pizza, what do the rest of you think?” Maddy asked as she seen you two pull away.

“I think hell yes” Mackie laughed as everyone started heading to the parking garage.

His parents and sisters headed to their rental car as you and Mackie headed to his. You we’re about to open the passenger side door before he stopped you.

“Everything okay?” You asked as he pulled you close to his chest by your waist.

“Yeah, it’s just I think I deserve a kiss” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh do you now?” You asked with a laugh.

“I mean I did just play my first nhl game, and got my first point in the Sam-“ he started but you cut him off by pulling his face down to yours and giving him a kiss.

You kissed for a moment before slowly pulling away for air, “That better?” You asked.

“Much” he laughed before pulling you in for another one.

[2-fast-2-curious]

hey girly! can u do a matthew tkachuk audio if ur up for it?

thank u 💗💗

the garbage man is right, promote him to garbage boss

ugh i love him so much...babe i wish you would've stayed in Calgary

[M4F] Your Selfie Broke Me

[Improv] [Married] [Voicemail] turned to [Phone Sex] [L-Bombs] [You're Too Hot] [Your Secret Obedience] [Body Appreciation] [Recorded in Hotel] [Edging] [Dirty Talk] [Begging] [Real Orgasm] [Ramblefap?ish?]

Creator Reddit: u/VelsLibrary

[generalllimaginesss]

The End of Things As We Know It

Loosely based off the song “Whatever Fits Together” by Skullcrusher (beautifully written song, 10/10 recommend go listening to it). Planning on doing a few parts to this, but who knows. Not really in the mood for a happy ending, so warning? Probably not going to be proofread very well. Also, my apology is at the end of this😬

A cool draft flowed through the open patio area in the backyard of the Hughes’ lake house. The clear skies and birds chirping should have a been a picture perfect way to end the summer. It should, right? It should be nothing less than a dream to have a boyfriend that was the 7th overall NHL pick when he was only 19 years old. The reassurance of a future where everything would be taken care of by the person that went from being an awkward, determined child to a confident, diligent man is what all the girls swoon over, yeah?

Life isn’t a fairytale. Happily ever afters are nearly an impossible expectation that every little girl grows up dreaming about, but never achieves. People fuck up, people hurt people, there’s no exception to that. It’s life. That’s a lesson that, unfortunately, everybody learns one day.

That didn’t make the weight on her chest lighten any less, however. A relationship that’s been through hell and back in the span of 6 years should be able to withstand everything, especially when it was nobody’s fault of the circumstances that were basically forced in the lap of the lovers.

That’s why Y/N felt gutted, absolutely empty, sitting next to her lover on what should be a picture perfect day. Tears threatened to spill at any second when she decides to open her mouth.

Quinn knew something was off with Y/N. She wasn’t her no-filtered, free-spirited, chirpy self that Quinn had known and loved for so many years. She wasn’t talking about future plans for the upcoming hockey and school seasons, she wasn’t making plans with his brothers for the next break when they all get together, no. She seemed to take up very little space around her, her personality shrinking day after day as the summer came to a close. He knew something was coming, he just didn’t know how bad it was going to be. It shouldn’t be that bad, he thought. He had loved her endlessly and unconditionally since the day he was forced to pick her in a dodgeball game at a pep rally in high school. She may not have been his first choice in that game, but he couldn’t dream of any different choice of a partner to go through life with.

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly swiped at the tears brimming the corner of her eyes as she spoke to Quinn, “I love you, you know. So fucking much, Quinn.” Quinn got the feeling that he should keep his mouth shut and just listen, so he gave a worried nod and watched his girl.

“You have supported me through so many things in 6 years. You’ve been there for me when not a single soul has, Quinn Hughes,” Her tears were free flowing, as it would be a losing battle if she tried to stop or conceal them.

“That’s my job, babe. I would never dream of doing anything differently,” Quinn turned himself to face her, his calloused hands enveloping her manicured ones.

“I got the job offer,” She croaked out. She was about to go into her last semester of grad school, just as a position at her dream job opened up. She didn’t think she would get the job, especially with her not even graduating yet, but things worked out so that she can work as an intern and do her last semester online, and the company would be paying for it. It was amazing in every aspect, except that it would be taking her all the way to Orlando, Florida. There would be 3,222 miles between the 2 during hockey season, and 1,159 miles between them during holidays and breaks.

“Y/N, that’s awesome! Why are you upset? You worked so fucking hard for this!” Quinn chortled nervously as he gave her hand a squeeze. He was beyond confused on how this wasn’t news that they should be celebrating, but he watched her intently.

Y/N didn’t have to say anything. That’s the thing about fully emerging yourself into a relationship with somebody special, sometimes it’s easier to let them feel what your thinking versus finding words that just don’t quite feel real or work the way you need them to.

She watched as Quinn’s puzzled look turned into a slight shake of his head, left and right, denial creeping up on the man like a thief in the night.

“Y/N…we’ve been together for 6 fucking years,” Quinn’s voice cracked, his throat tightening with every breath. He could feel his heart fracturing each second that the two were sitting there. Each tear that left a stain on her cheeks were words that she couldn’t quite say.

“We’ve made it work for this long. We can FaceTime and I can fly down there some, I mean we love Disney,” Quinn had to chuckle in between a few tears that began to fall. He didn’t know what else to do. There’s not exactly a manual on how to deal with your heart fucking shattering, but if there was he’d read it.

“Quinn, you don’t understand. We’re not talking about being able to just easily go back and forth between Michigan and Florida. Orlando is where my life is about to begin. It’s going to be my new home,” She began to explain to him, but he stood up and ran his fingers through his slightly curled mess of hair.

“So what now?” Quinn exhaled and turned around to face her, his fingers intertwined behind his head.

“I’ll be here for a few more days to pack my stuff. My family is driving me and my stuff down there and helping me get set up,” Y/N explained as she searched Quinn’s face, wanting to pick up any slight emotion that flashed in his eyes.

“Was I going to be a part of that?” Surely she would invite him to help her move. She couldn’t just cut ties that easily, could she? They loved each other.

“Quinn it’s painful just having to do this. I don’t think I could function knowing that we’re over when you leave Orlando. I can’t…” She trailed off.

Quinn knew she was right, she had a valid reason to keep their relationship confined to the memories in which they had lived and the state lines of Michigan. Dragging this out probably would hurt, but damn he didn’t know how it could be any worse than this right now. She was there beside him, her perfect, loving self and his heart was still fucking shattered. The thought of her leaving him made him nauseous.

“I think it’s best you go now,” he had tears steadily rolling down his face, his breath hitched as he turned back around to face the opposite direction of the girl that his heart longed for. Every ounce of his strength trying to hold back the sob that was stuck somewhere between his throat and chest.

“What about Jack and Lu-”

“Please, Y/N, just go,” he pleaded. He couldn’t stand it. How is he just supposed to let her slip through his fingers like this? Helpless, like watching a car wreck happening in slow motion except it felt like he was the wreck. The shards of glass sliced quick and precise straight through his heart leaving a puddle of mush in its place. The life sucked right out of him.

He heard the chair slightly grind against the concrete, signaling that she was getting up, and he listened as close as his ears would allow him to her footsteps getting further and further away until the ghost of the sound lingered. The sound of the car door closing triggered more tears, but the gravel being disturbed as she drove away sent him into a rage like no other.

Quinn’s always been a pretty level-headed person, so the emotions that possessed him startled him, but he let it take over. He picked up his phone off the table and threw it as hard as he could across the yard. A spare hockey stick stood no chance against the tree that he beat with it, pieces of the stick flying around mixed with the bark. He had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be real. There’s no way this was actually happening after the best summer the two have had so far. He had plans to marry her. Why didn’t he just do it sooner? She would still be with him, in a cozy house near Vancouver, maybe a kid, and their whole future ahead of them. As he let himself feel the vomit of emotions swirling inside of him, he slid down the tree that suffered his wrath, allowing the sobs to take over.

Y/N may have been better at controlling her anger concerning the situation, but she struggled to drive home as the tears were thick and steady. Her contacts were making her vision blurry as she pulled into the driveway of her parents house. The only car in the driveway was her brother’s, and as if on cue he walked out of the front door. She had mentioned to him that Quinn would probably not be in the picture in Orlando, but he honestly didn’t believe her. So when he saw the state she was in he jogged over to the car and opened the driver door, switching the car off and steadying his baby sister as she stood up from her seat. Concern plagued his face, resulting in Y/N crying harder.

The two made it inside and fell onto the couch, the white linen providing slight comfort, the feeling of home.

“I did it,” She let the words roll off her tongue incredulously.

“You broke up with Quinn?” Her brother’s words caused her to wince. The phrase seemed foreign, distasteful, like they shouldn’t even be spoken.

He engulfed her in his arms, allowing her to let every emotion that was falling from her eyes dampen his shirt.

“Y/N we love you so much. We truly, truly do. Whatever you need and we’re there for you,” he tightened his hug around her and they sat there for as long as she needed.

——

The hardest lesson that Y/N learned in the couple of months that she had been in Orlando was that time didn’t stop for pain. She didn’t get a week to sit in bed and eat chocolate and drown herself in a bottle of Crown. She couldn’t waste her days on listening to depressing love songs as she went through pictures of her and Quinn throughout the years a million times. Time kept ticking and it held no remorse for her broken heart.

She felt numb during the days it took to uproot her life from Michigan and replant it in Orlando. She found herself on autopilot, her brain functioning to only keep her new job and keep her alive. She learned that she really did love her job. The people were welcoming, the clients she helped her mentors with reminded her why she chose this career field. She would have good days, ones where the sky was crystal clear and birds were singing to her, and then all of a sudden she would be roped back into the guilt that accompanied her happiness.

A sports article with Quinn’s name would catch her attention every now and then, constricting her throat the longer she would read it. He was having an outstanding season, and all she wanted to do was to tell him how proud she was. She wanted to kiss him one more time after a win, even if he was a sweaty mess. She wanted to have one more margarita Monday with him, catching him up with all the gossip in her sorority.

She didn’t just lose the love of her life, no. She lost the best friend that she ever, and would ever have. Nobody else that walked the earth would understand her like her Quinn. Nobody knew that when she was nervous she would chew on the inside of her cheek until it started to bleed, so Quinn had to stop her from letting it get that far. Only Quinn knew that she had to set an alarm at exactly midnight to flip her pillow to the cool side because she would rather dive in ice water than wake up in a pool of sweat. Nobody else knew that she ordered chicken strips with exactly one and a half Polynesian sauces from Chick-fil-A with a frosted lemonade. He always ate the other half of the sauce with his nuggets. He knew that her favorite shows were any of the Real Housewives series, but that she was settling with Vanderpump Rules while Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was getting ready to film again.

Nobody else knew these things. Nobody had taken the time to understand her. She wasn’t rude, she had a dry sense of humor. She didn’t cry when Jack died in Titanic, but she had to call in to work when Trevor forced her to watch Where the Red Fern Grows because she was so upset. Her personality was so interwoven with Quinn’s that she felt like she was picking each individual strand of velcro apart from the two of them in her two months in Orlando.

As she sat at her desk in her office trying to get some school work done, a knock interrupted her reminiscence of her past.

“Girl, you look so depressed. It should be a sin for a hot girl like you to be wallowing around in self pity when you literally live like 10 minutes from the happiest place on earth,” Collins took a swig of her iced coffee.

Collins was equipped with warm ivory skin, sandy brown hair, and legs that seemed to go on for days. If a model scout ever did lay eyes on the girl, she would have a contract on the spot. She was also the closest thing that Y/N had to a friend in Orlando.

The two seemed to click right away. Collins invited herself to Y/N’s apartment after her first day at the office to help her finish unpacking, one drink led to another and before the night was over Y/N was spilling her whole life story, along with a drink or two, to her newfound friend. After that the two hung out at least a few times a week and texted each other about minuscule things throughout the day.

Y/N flashed a pleading look at the girl, as if asking if she can have a rot day, but her friend sent a quick text on her phone and sat on Y/N’s desk.

“You should be getting off around 2:00 today. Go home, change into clothes for disney, and I’ll pick you up at 3:00,” Collins instructed, not giving Y/N a chance to decline.

The time flew by, and before Y/N knew it she was putting her hair in a claw clip and throwing on a t shirt, biker shorts, and her tennis shoes. She heard a car pull up outside and tried to race down the stairs so Collins wouldn’t have to get out, but as soon as she rounded the corner on the first floor she collided with a solid object.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” She was mortified as she looked up to a guy with messy brown hair and a slightly scraggly beard. She had no idea if he knew who she was, but if anybody with a little bit of hockey knowledge saw him they would know that it couldn’t be mistaken for anybody other than Matthew Tkachuk.

Y/N scrambled past him and flung herself into Collins’ car, laughter littering the air as Y/N’s cheeks were turning red. She noticed there was an extra guy in the passenger seat, probably her friends boyfriend, and wanted to crawl in a deep, dark place and never return.

Collins rolled the window down and absolutely mortified her new friend.

“Matthew, let’s go!” She yelled, the messy-haired man popping his head back around the corner with confusion etched in his face. He did as he was told, however, and struggled to slide back into the backseat.

Once he realized that the culprit that rammed into him was seated beside him, he tried his best to hold back his snorts from laughing.

“Matthew, that’s Y/N. Y/N, this is my boyfriend Jackson. Now that we’ve gotten THAT out of the way, let’s go have some fun, yeah?” Collins turned her radio up, the speakers almost shaking from Zach Bryan’s song Revival seeping out of them. The windows were down, and for the first time in 2 months, Y/N finally let herself feel happy.

She didn’t notice, but Matthew couldn’t stop himself from glancing at her. The strands of hair that shaped her face lapped against it as the warm, fall wind caught them. She was glowing and he couldn’t deny it. The embarrassment of their first meeting quickly wore off and the excitement of what Collins had dragged him into this time set in. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something told him that right here, in this very second in the Florida wind, that this was the end of things as he knew it.

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Y’all, I’m so sorry for doing this, but I’m having a shitty time right now in life and I tried very hard to write something happy, maybe to make me feel better? But I quickly realized that I do much better work when I use my real emotions and ideas. When I tell you it felt like I was literally pouring myself onto this little app, it was actually so therapeutic. I’m actually going to try to proof read this well because I really like it. I promise I will come back to the Zegras imagines, but this aligns more with my emotions at the moment. Hope you understand! As always, thank you so much for reading!

[cuttergauthier]

Hurt

Female reader x Mackie Samoskevich

Warning:Hurt, fluff

word count: 0.9k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I am a Sophomore on the Women’s hockey team at University of Michigan, we are playing Wisconsin, we are currently winning 3-1 with only 4 minutes to go in the third period.

One of the girls on the other kept going after me even when i don’t have the puck, she’s been doing it all game.

The puck was sent in the corner, and I skated over to grabbed it when i got checked badly into the board resulting my left wrist to twist against the board, shooting pain into my wrist. I fell and the whistle blew, the took her away from me while      I made my way to my bench.

“Where does it hurt?” The athletic trainer asked when he took me to the medical room.

“My wrist, I think I twisted it when I went into the board” i said in pain.

“Okay let me look”

He took my wrist and looked it over to see if anything was broken.

“Thankfully it isn’t broken, but it is sprained. I need you to wear this brace for the week, I’ll look back on Friday to see if it’s still sprained, do not put any pressure on it. You’ve had one of these before, right?” He asked and I nodded

“Yeah, I had one my freshman year” I said grunting, even though it’s only a sprain it still hurts like hell.

“then you know what to do, I’ll let you get out of your gear, and shower. When you get home take some Tylenol it should help with the pain” he said, and I nodded.

“Thank you” I said and made my way to the locker room, it took me a bit of time before i got out of the medical room so all the girls except for my team captain was there.

“Hey y/n, how bad is it?” she asked

“Sprained, I have to wear the brace until Friday” I said sadly, she gave me a sad smile

“Sorry girl, thankfully it’s not bad, so you’ll be back playing in no time”

“Definitely”

“I’m going to head out, let me know if you need anything okay?”

“I will, thanks cap”

Once i was the last one in i got out of my gear and went to take a shower, I couldn’t wash my hair because of my wrist, so i had to leave it in the messy ponytail. Once i was done i got dressed into my hoodie carefully trying not to hurt my wrist and some pair of sweatpants. I grabbed my stuff and made my way to my car.

Once i started driving I remembered that I didn’t text Mackie my boyfriend to let him know i was alright, he’s on the men’s hockey team. We’ve been together for 2 years now.

I called his phone, he said he was going to be watching the game with some teammates tonight.

He picked up after the first ring.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt, where are you?” He rushed out, making me chuckle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, I just left the arena I’ll be at my place in a few minutes, it’s just a sprained wrist don’t worry I’ll be fine” I said, I heard him breath out.

“I’m already at your apartment, I was worried, so I’ll see you in a few minutes. I love you” he said softly

“I love you too” I said before hanging up

Five minutes later I was at my apartment. When I opened the door Mackie rushed over to me.

He kissed me and we our way to the kitchen

“Come here, let me take a look” he said I made my way over to him, he pulled me up and sat me down on the counter.

“Mackie, I’m okay I promise it just hurts a little” I said

“I still want to see” he said standing between my legs and taking my wrist in his hand

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?”

“Like a 7” I said. He nodded and let me go, he made his way to my cabinet where I keep the painkillers to grab me one along with a bottle of water from the fridge before making his way back to me.

“Here take this, it’ll help with the pain” he said given me the painkiller and opening the water bottle for me and handing it to me.

After taking it, I put the water bottle aside before wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him.

“Are you tired?” he asked me. I nodded.

“Come on, let’s go to bed” he said picking me up, i wrapped my arms around his waist as he walked us to my room. He put me down next to the bed and we both got under the covers. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest before kissing the back of my head.

“I love you so much, I’m glad you’re okay” he whispered

“I love you to, thanks for looking out for me”

“Always” he whispered lovingly and giving me another kiss before we fell asleep.

[ratflame]

A chart of Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk fics, more than half were published after Tkachuk was traded a continent away.

Out of the 660 on AO3, 355 were posted after Tkachuk was traded on July 22, 2022 and even before the trade when the battle of Alberta was in full swing this ship was mostly built off of one soundbite from Draisaitl.

For everyone devastated by the Jamie Drysdale to the Flyers trade please remember that at its heart, fanfiction is what the name suggests, fiction and nothing is stopping us from putting those blorbos into situations. It honestly is going to show us plenty of new dynamics that i can't wait to see

Data accurate as of Jan 9, 2024

[swissboyhisch]

Canada vs Europe

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ivylemieux: One last training before game time. Hiya boys 🙋🏻‍♀️ tagged: crosby87, jackhughes, colecaufield and anzekopitar

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crosby87: Hi, I'd like to ask you not to post more pictures of me

ivylemieux: No.

crosby87: okay, well I tried 🤷🏻‍♂️

taycrosby: Look how smiley Sid is. We've all missed you so much! Liked by ivylemieux

user: I can't wait to see these games!

colecaufield: bestieeeee 🫶🏻

jackhughes: 🫶🏻

ivylemieux: my favourite bromance

user: We know you have the goods. Please post them.

anzekopitar: good seeing you kiddo

tkachuk19: why didn't you post a picture of me :(

ivylemieux: Matty the Ratty you don't need to have your ego inflated more

tkachuk19: but bub 🥺

mcdavid97: suck it up Tkachuk

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laurenmatts: First time seeing an ice hockey game. Thankfully, I have a coach to help me understand icing 🤭 tagged: ivylemieux

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user: even I don't fully understand what is or isn't icing

ivylemieux: Thanks for coming with me on this little trip around the country ❤️

user: Around the country?!

laurenmatts: Always willing to spend time with you 🫶🏻

friend2: you two are stunning! Liked by laurenmatts and ivylemieux

user: imagine never seeing a hockey game 😭

macematts: why didn't you take me 😡

laurenmatts: girls' weekend obvs

macematts: says the girl currently hanging out with a ton of guys

ivylemieux: there is wives and girlfriends too

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hockeycanada: Our favourite captain is in the house cheering on our boys 🇨🇦 tagged: ivylemieux

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user: this is such a great photo

user: 🫡🫡🫡

taycrosby: couldn't just pose normally?

lemieux66: You expect her to be normal?

crosby87: you'd be crazy for that

user: this family is great

user: 🥰🥵

ivylemieux: gotta support the best 🫡

usahockey: so us?

euroallstarhockey: No it's us 💁🏻‍♀️

hockeycanada: who does she play for? oh that's right us. It's us.

user: She’s so cute!

timhortons: We love her 😍

ivylemieux: stahppppp 🤭

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mcdavid97: What a way to kick off the Hockey Exhibition tour. tagged: leondrais

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user: love that he also used a picture of Leon

user: What a game! As someone who has never seen a hockey game before... Wow you're a great player

leondrais: we'll get you in the next city

mcdavid97: just win against the US tomorrow?

anzekopitar: yeah we will, don't mind Leo

user: They're besties your honour

ivylemieux: Canadaaaaaa baby

tkachuk19: United States baby

mcdavid97: CANADAAAA

jackhughes: USAAAAAA

nylander29: EUROPEEEEEEEE

user: Guys.... did you see Matt and Ivy watching the game together? Matt even came to support Connor!

ivylemieux: Hate to tell you but I made him come

edmontonoilers: Our favourites playing against each other?! NOoOoo

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tkachuk19: The three stooges are back together 😈 tagged: ivylemieux and mcdavid97

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user: I honestly forgot these three were best friends

user: right? it's so weird that Mcdavid and Tkachuk don't constantly fight

taryntkachuk: Bring her home will you?

tkachuk19: 🫡

bradytkachuk: your wish is our command 🫡

user: One of my favourite things about these three is the fact the boys go with Ivy to the other's games. Even though they're rivals. Just super sweet.

tkachuk07: oh no, watch out Australia 🫣

lemieux66: Wouldn't want to be there

user: Best friend goals

user: The chaos 😂

ivylemieux: missed you two knuckleheads 💕

mcdavid97: are you sure?

tkachuk19: Yeah, you hitting us doesn't say 'I Miss You'

ivylemieux: and the tackles that took you both to the ground? What did they say?

laurenmatts: Those tackles said "You better win'

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[msmargaretmurry]

i love the concept of leon getting banished to cringefail MLS and desperately wanting to go back home 😭😭😭 I don’t know if you’ve ever seen people absolutely dunking on leon’s skating skills but maybe he did start out with hockey but got so mad about his lack of grace on skates that he’s just like fuck the stanley cup I will score goals. on my FEET! and then he ends up watching matthew in the playoffs

anon, i'm thrilled to hear this, because i also love the concept. i have no idea what kind of situation would have to occur for a german player who is theoretically good enough to play in the bundesliga to land himself on an mls team for a season but i have full faith that with some magical fanfiction handwaving a quasi-reasonable reason can be invented.

according to generous purveyor of german knowledge @irrelevanttous, when leon tried soccer (football, yes, i know) because all of his friends were playing it, he wound up quitting because he was mad the coach wouldn't let him take free kicks, which is such a funny and petty reason that coming up with an equally funny and petty reason for him to have quit hockey instead would be great fun. it's giving "NO DAD, I WANT TO LIVE MY DREAMS NOT YOURS" vibes, except for how i feel like peter would be like "that's great son let's buy you some new cleats."

anyway, the bright side of landing in south florida for this north american soccer adventure is that inter miami has easily the best logo in the league. which would be no comfort to leon the footballer who does not really want to be there, but it's fun for me personally. he'd look great in the black and pink. this is my soapbox for more pink in men's sports, you cowards.

so, for reasons, leon the footballer schleps across the atlantic. mls season starts in late february and i assume they have training and stuff before then so let's have him arriving in mid-january. he is so grumpy, and the fact that the weather is so nice makes him extra grumpy, because he is determined not to like it here. he will do what needs to be done to get his career back on track but this is TEMPORARY, okay?

except then maybe before the season kicks off, a bunch of the guys get a box at a panthers game as a little team bonding excursion. they don't really know much about hockey, they just think it would be fun. they definitely don't know how much leon knows about hockey — i don't think anyone in the miami soccer community knows what a peter draisaitl is; people in the north american ice hockey community barely know what a peter draisaitl is — and leon's like, he enjoys hockey as a spectator now, he'll play a little pickup with friends sometimes, but once his teammates figure out that he knows literally anything, they are clustered around him while they all watch this game, asking questions and laughing at his judgey little comments, and unfortunately for leon he winds up having fun.

after the game — panthers win, everyone's in a great mood — someone from the cats' pr team or whatever is like, hey, south florida sports supporting south florida sports, do you guys want to come meet some of our guys? yeah sure why not. and obviously amongst the guys doing this little meet and greet is one-man hospitality crew matthew tkachuk, whom leon definitely noticed on the ice, and is definitely noticing now, because uh oh, charming handsome man alert. matthew is shaking hands with every inter miami guy and asking their names in a way that seems genuine, but he's also oozing this easy confidence that really makes leon want to fuck with him a little. matthew gets to leon, shakes his hand as they exchange introductions; matthew says something like "you know, i don't know much about soccer but i'll have to get out to a game this season," and leon says, "yeah, well, i know a lot about hockey and whoever taught you to skate, i think they owe you your money back."

matthew stares at him, and leon has this moment of, ah fuck i was too mean again, why are americans SO sensitive, but then matthew laughs and says, "that would be my mom, and don't worry, i will definitely let her know." he's starting to breeze on by to the next soccer guy, but leon has this weird feeling of really wanting to continue the conversation — he blurts, "tell her don't worry about it, my father taught me and i was never any good at it, either."

this makes matthew stop and catch leon's eye again, and leon can see the shift in his expression from politely friendly to genuinely personally interested. it's subtle — he's not sure he's supposed to be able to see it — but matthew's smile goes a little crooked and there's this spark in his eye and oh, what a nice little win for leon. time is limited, though, so matthew must move on and finish meeting every single soccer guy, except before they all get shuffled out matthew circles back around to oh so smoothly be like, hey lemme give you my number so if you guys want to come to another game i can hook you up.

and thus it begins… an intense flirtation that turns into fucking that turns into feelings…. two elite atheletes desperate to prove themselves in their separate sports for different reasons……… one of them desperate to make a home in south florida and the other one deserate to get out…………… i just think it would be neat :)

[zackcollins]

and she’s daddy’s little girl || sam montembeault

Author’s Note: This idea came to me last night but I waited until I was done with the Carter Hart series to write it. I figured it would be easier to stick to finishing the chaptered thing before I posted something else. I literally asked a random player generator for a player because I didn’t know which player to use. That’s why it’s Sam Montembeault. Also: bless burkysky for having the only Montembeault GIF when I searched his name. You the real MVP.

Warning: One solitary swear word. I don’t even know if that’s warnable but might as well do it just in case.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Title: Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle

Additional: The reader is feminine this time. I’ve done three (3) gender-neutral reader fics so I decided it was time to do a feminine reader fic. I hope that’s okay with you guys!

Rushing around setting up decorations was exhausting. You had been doing it for the better part of two hours and you could use a break. Your feet were aching and so was your back. Decorating for a party and being six months pregnant didn’t go well together.

As you stopped to rub your back, you felt another hand slot itself over top of yours. Looking over your shoulder, you smiled. Your boyfriend, Sam, was standing there. He moved your hand away and started massaging your back with his hands. You melted into his touch, groaning softly.

“Oh, fuck,” you hummed. “That feels amazing.”

Sam leaned forward, taking one of his hands off your back to brush some hair away from your neck. He kissed your neck gently, humming when he felt you shiver.

“You should sit down, (Y/N),” he mumbled against your neck. “You’ve done a lot of work already. Barkov and I can finish decorating.” Sam motioned his head toward Sasha; he was currently in the middle of arranging the goalie centrepieces on each of the tables. 

Nodding, you leaned your head back to allow Sam to kiss your neck a few more times before you departed. Sam smirked, catching the hint almost immediately. He peppered your neck with a few more kisses before he peeled himself off of you and went over to Sasha.

Making your way to your seat, you took your shoes off. You sighed now that your feet were no longer constricted by the tight fabric. Gently, you began rubbing your feet; you wanted to relieve some of the pressure the extra weight had caused you while you were running around decorating.

As you kneaded your swollen feet, you started to notice that the rest of Sam’s team was beginning to arrive. Glancing at the clock, you blinked. You hadn’t realized it was time for the party to start. You must’ve been so focused on decorating that you lost track of time. 

You noticed Sam stop to talk to each of his teammates. As he did, he pointed them in your direction. You smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. The fact that Sam was sending the team to you instead of you having to go to them was amazing; your feet were killing you and you absolutely needed to rest them for as long as you could.

Aaron and Jonathan were the first ones to make their way over to you. They both had a smile on their face; Aaron was wearing an away jersey and Jonathan was wearing a home jersey.

Jonathan lit up more when he saw that you had a home jersey on. “Nice! See, Aaron? (Y/N) thinks the baby is a girl!” Jonathan put his hand out for a fist bump. You smiled happily as you obliged.

“Yeah, yeah,” Aaron mumbled. “You still owe me $50 when I’m right.”

“And you owe me $50 when I’m right,” Jonathan said. You chuckled as they walked away. 

As the rest of the guys stopped to talk to you, you made sure to keep a note of the jerseys they were wearing. It seemed to be mostly in favour of the baby being a boy. Even Sam thought the baby was a boy. 

While everyone was mingling with each other, Sam made his way over to you. He sat in the seat next to you and placed his hand on your stomach. You smiled, placing your hand over the top of his.

“How are my girlfriend and my son doing?” He asked, kissing you.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked at Sam with a tilted head. “Son? A little confident, aren’t we?”

Sam chuckled, rubbing your stomach. “Maybe. But you know I would be happy if we had a daughter too. Even happier if she turned out like her mommy.”

Blushing, you swatted Sam’s knee with your other hand. He chuckled again, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Sam motioned toward the net in the corner. “You think it’s time?”

Scanning the room then looking at Sam with a small smile, you nodded. Squeezing your hand, Sam kissed you gently before he stood. 

He garnered everyone’s attention, asking Sasha to help him set up the reveal. You sat in your seat, smiling the entire time. You were so excited about this. You and Sam had wanted this baby for a while and you sitting here, getting ready to reveal the gender to his team, made everything feel real for the first time. 

“(Y/N)?” The voice cut through your thoughts. You looked over and saw Sasha holding a hockey stick. “Sam is ready for you to shoot the trick puck at him.”

You smiled, standing from your seat. Taking the stick from Sasha, you thanked him. Sasha nodded his head in appreciation as he guided you toward the area that had been cleared for this event.

Looking around the room, you were pleased to see that everyone was giving you thumbs up and looks of encouragement. Directing your attention to Sam, you sheepishly smiled at him.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” You asked, lining the blade of your stick up behind the trick puck.

Sam didn’t answer verbally. All he did was nod which made his mask clatter around on his head. You bit your lip as you fired the trick puck at Sam’s chest. When it exploded with a puff of pink confetti, you dropped the stick and squealed. Sam grabbed the cage of his mask with his blocker and lifted it up. Instead of the disappointment you thought you’d see, his face was pure elation. 

He walked over to you and wrapped you in a hug. You embraced him back, rubbing your hands along his back. Sam took his glove and blocker and cupped your face before leaning down and kissing you. The bottom of his mask felt weird on the top of your head but you weren’t complaining; kissing Sam was too nice of a feeling to complain about anything.

When he pulled back, he rested the hand part of his blocker against your stomach. It was then that you felt your daughter kick right where he had placed his hand. Sam looked at you, a genuine smile on his face.

“She’s going to be a daddy’s girl. I can tell.”

[bambigoose]

All I Want For Christmas Is A Real Good Tan- N. Acciari

Day 8:

Originally moving from Boston to Miami seemed earth shattering, but the snap chat from Kelly Backes made you thrilled you had. Boston was hit with twelve inches of snow overnight and it was still falling from Kelly’s snap of the family shoveling. You responded in kind, bare legs in the frame, a shirtless Noel playing tug of war with Thor in front of the crashing waves. Adding in the 87 degrees sticker you sent it off to Kelly.

Shutting your eyes you leaned back and enjoyed the view in front of you. Open Kelly’s return snap you laughed at the image of David Backes glaring and flipping you off, catching the attention of your fur child and husband. Thor had clearly forgotten you were even at the beach in the excitement of playing with Noel, tail wagging so fast it was almost a blur as he sprinted up the beach to you. Crashing into you and cuddling into your side.

“Well I see who the favorite parent is.” Noel chirps, falling next to you in the sand while dropping a kiss on the crown of your head and ruffling Thor’s fur. “Do you miss it?” he asked, watching the snowfall in the next snap you recieved.

Pecking his lips you smiled, “Miss busting my “graceful” ass shoveling? Absolutely not. All I want for Christmas is a real good tan.”

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Imagines

Going to start posting imagines tonight! You're more than welcome to request as many as you'd like.

They're going to be relatively short this time around, because I'm still a little blocked creatively, but the more my juices get flowing, the longer they'll be!

Request away!