#matthew tkachuk blurb

[harlowhockeystick]

falling asleep on the couch waiting for matthew to come home after his game on valentine’s day (not sad) <3

february prompts | matthew tkachuk x reader

the door slamming shut is what woke you out of your light sleep. the lull of the monotoned hockey commentators voices is what put you to sleep after watching matthew's game. like always you tried your best to stay awake when he walked through the door, but also like always you fell asleep. you were confident that one of these days you would actually stay up long enough to greet him when he walks through the door, but you're not sure when that day will be.

"sorry baby, didn't mean to slam the door like that." he leans over the back of the couch to give you a kiss, but with his weight going forward he ends up falling over the couch on top of you. with a cough you try and help him not roll over onto the floor, pulling his arms so that he is completely laying on top of you now. "didn't mean to fall on you either."

he kisses your cheek, but since he's here he might as well lay his head on your chest, and tuck his arms underneath you too. "you did good tonight, looked like you felt better too."

out of pure habit your hand found it's way to his curly hair as if it had a mind of it's own. twirling your fingers in it and making it even more curly, more tangly. "horrible reffing though," you added to your sentence.

"thank you, oh my god if i could i woulda shoved em in the boards," matthew sighed, grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him and finding a movie on hulu to watch.

"well you can, but you won't be playing hockey for a while if you do." he laughs and gets up to grab a blanket, wrapping it around him like a child before getting back with you on the couch.

"yeah but," he gets in a more comfortable position for the both of you with a couple grunts, "i'd get to spend more time with you." he kisses your neck while closing his eyes.

"matthew are you about to fall asleep on me?" you asked, combing your fingers through his hair while he sighs in content, a faint smile on his lips. he hums and shakes his head, wrapping one of his arms around you tighter.

"yes, i am. happy valentines day, by the way." you kiss the top of his head and shift your body once more before closing your eyes.

"happy valentines day matty."

[babydollmarauders]

SILENT NIGHT — MATTHEW TKACHUK

matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which Matthew agrees to walk around their neighborhood to look at holiday lights… with a catch

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, praise, slight exhibitionism, choking, daddy kink, p in v (unprotected). (2.8k words)

notes: welcome to day 6 of my 12 days of kinkmas! this is my first time ever writing for matty, so i apologize if it’s iffy.

i should’ve known nothing with Matthew could be done with pure relaxation in mind.

i thought it would be nice, a relaxing walk around the neighborhood, hand in hand like normal couples as we look at all the christmas lights that decorate each house.

but i didn’t take into account that my boyfriend is, to put it lovingly, a freak.

a relaxing walk? no, thank you, not for him. instead, he has to make things… interesting.

so here i am, hand grasping Matthew’s tightly as i walk next to him, the side of my body pressed to his, and soft breathy moans escaping my lips as he smirks beside me.

i begged him all day since he got home from his roadie to get him to agree to this walk, and he kept saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it’. until he came up with his one term, a stupid term that i stupidly agreed with.

“Matty, c’mon!” i whisper pleadingly, a shiver wracking my body from both the cold air that rises up my jacket, and the vibrations that press against my clit, controlled by the little remote that my boyfriend plays around with in his coat pocket.

“uh-uh.” he teasingly denies, turning the vibrator in my panties down a level.

the dark sky looms up above us, stars barely visible, but it doesn’t matter to me because my eyes are fixated on the bright lights that adorn each house. reds, greens, white’s, and blue’s; blow up santa’s in a few lawns; light up reindeer in others.

though it’s not snowing like it would’ve in Calgary, i’ve gotten so used to the warm Florida weather that now that it’s winter, the nip of chill in the air makes the tip of my nose red.

my teeth sink into my bottom lip so hard that i fear i’ll draw blood, attempting to hold in my sounds as we walk past another couple that must’ve had the same idea to look at the lights.

Matthew smiles politely as we pass, not giving off any hints that we’re doing anything beyond admiring the beautiful lights; but once we’re far enough away, i hear the click of a button of the remote a few times, the vibrations of the toy that’s pressed snugly against my clit rising in intensity.

my legs stop, my hand that’s tangled in Matty’s tugging him back as he continues to walk, and my jaw drops open as i let out a loud, squeaky whine.

“shhh!” he reminds me. he hastily takes two big steps forward, stopping in front of me.

his hand rises to cup my cheek, tilting my head up to look at him, his eyes glinting with a dangerous mixture of mischief and lust.

“you gotta be quiet. don’t want anyone to hear you, do you, sweetheart?” his head tilts in questioning, an eyebrow raising as he awaits my response.

i’m quiet for a moment, listening to the silence of the night before i respond.

“no, Matty.” i shake my head as my boyfriend nods his in approval, tangling his arm through mine.

he urges me along, my feet shuffling slowly across the cement as i attempt to simultaneously walk and clench my thighs together. leaning down, his lips ghost against the shell of my ear, his heated breath fanning against my cold skin, sending chills down my spine, my eyelids fluttering closed as i let him guide me.

“you’re being such a good girl for me,” his voice is deep but spoken in a hushed whisper, his hand splaying out against the small of my back. “looking at me with those pretty eyes, just desperate to cum.”

his free hand slips back into his pocket, the vibrator suddenly switching to the lowest setting, making me whimper in response.

“not yet.” Matthew tsk’s shaking his head as he resumes the walk, guiding me along down the sidewalk.

he glances down at me, flashing a bright and innocent smile; as though he isn’t holding the essential key to my orgasm in the palm of his hand; as though he isn’t torturing me with pleasure in this very moment.

his eyes flit up, gazing behind me, and entirely too quickly, his smile turns mischievous, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

“hey, look,” he sing-songs, “there’s sasha’s house. and the lights are on! we should stop by and say hello, shouldn’t we?”

he nods his head towards the house behind me, “we’ve been meaning to invite him over for Christmas dinner, right?”

his hand slips into mine, pulling me along towards his captain’s house, and my eyes widen, shaking my head.

“no!” i try to speak lowly, but my word turns into a soft moan as the vibration against my clit gains intensity. we get all the way across the street before i can speak again, “Matthew!”

he halts in his tracks, turning towards me with a raised brow at the disuse of his nickname.

“i am not going to face your captain right now!” a cheeky grin spreads across my boyfriend’s face, teeth on full display, and i already know he’s about to test my limits.

“why not?” he questions playfully, biting his lips to hold back a chuckle.

“y-you know why not!” i hiss back, my hips jerking slightly as he lowers the intensity of the toy just a little, “i am not facing him with a fucking vibrator in my underwear!”

“hmm,” Matty hums, nodding understandingly, but his lips still hold a mocking smile. his finger hooks under my chin, tipping my head back to look into my eyes, “well then; the faster we walk, the faster we get home, which means the faster you can cum all over my cock.”

my body trembles in desperation at the mere thought, my hand reaching up to grasp his in determination before i begin walking as fast as i can muster under the circumstances.

Matthew follows me, speeding up his pace as he begins to laugh, “so needy!”

his teasing leaves me unphased, my feet only shuffling back towards our house even quicker. but the faster i move, the more intense the vibrations get against my clit, urging me to slow down.

“M-Matty, please!” i cry, spinning around to face my boyfriend, “you win! i can’t take it anymore! i wanna go home!”

frustrated tears threaten to spill over my waterline, a pout etched into my face as i gaze up at him, towering over me.

“we can go home,” he hums sincerely. stopping beside me, he holds his arm out for me to entangle mine with; before lowering his lips towards my ear one last time, “right after this.”

my brows furrow in confusion, pulling my face back to look at him, but it doesn’t take long for me to understand his words.

the vibrator begins to hum, my body falling into his, as he proudly holds up the little purple remote, the tiny little LED numbers at the top reading ‘10’.

“highest level, darling. just let it out.” Matthew smirks, arms encircling my waist, holding me flush to his body as my legs turn weak.

the vibration against my clit is the most severe it’s been all night, my legs instinctively pressing together. but it doesn’t help at all, rather making the sensation stronger, which in turn makes my legs give out entirely.

Matty holds my body up, leaning down to capture my lips in his, effectively releasing my bottom lip from its jail between my teeth. with our lips pressed together, my hands tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck, moans pouring from my mouth and into his as my toes curl inside my combat boots.

eyes squeezed shut, the knotted chord that’s been tangling in my stomach snaps, my orgasm bringing flashes of light into my dark vision, blood rushing in my ears.

and just as quick as it hits, it’s gone; the vibrator powered off entirely with a simple click of a button from Matthew’s finger.

i breathe heavily as i come down from my release, pulling away from my boyfriend’s lips as he lifts me off the ground. my legs loosely wrap around his waist, his hands holding my ass as he begins to walk, eyeing his path from over my shoulder.

“i thought i wasn’t-”

i’m cut off by Matty speaking over me, “coming until we got home? yeah, that was the plan.”

he shrugs, fingers gripping tighter on my ass as he hastens his movement.

“but, you seemed so… tense,” he chuckles, “call it an early christmas present.”

“i don’t wanna cum for christmas!” i pout, but when he looks back at me with a singular raised brow, i backtrack, “well, i do. but, i also want a stanley cup!”

Matthew snickers as he steps up the stairs towards our front door.

“yeah? join the club.” he jokes and i smack his shoulder as he unlocks our house, opening the door and stepping inside.

“you know what i meant!” i roll my eyes, “i want a custom one a red one, like Panthers red, with your number on it.”

he smirks, letting me slide down the front of his body as i lay my feet flat upon the hardwood floor.

“i think i need a shower.” i huff, kicking my boots off before i turn to face my boyfriend again.

Matthew stands in the same spot as before, now eyeing the wet spot on his shirt from where my pussy was pressed against him after my release.

“you? look at me.”

i shrug, looking up at him with innocent eyes, “well, you did promise i could cum on your cock when we got home. you didn’t say where in the home.”

my boyfriend stares me down with a blank expression, blinking slowly as he processes my words, before clasping my hand with his, hurriedly pulling me towards our bedroom.

i giggle as i run through the house behind him, following him into our bedroom, where we’re quick to rid ourselves of our layers of clothing. i keep my panties on, walking into the bathroom before i peel them off, setting the vibrator in the sink to wash later.

i turn around just in time to watch Matty turn the shower on, water cascading down and pinging off the tile of the walk-in shower, splashing up against the panes of glass that surround it.

i step towards him, eyes scanning his toned body until i reach the part i yearn for.

his cock is hard; no longer straining against any fabrics, it stands in the air, tip flaming red and glistening with precum.

“oh, you’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he smirks, his hand pressing against my lower back as he ushers me into the steaming shower. “your eyes haven’t left my dick, it’s like you’re willing it to fuck you.”

my sight finally flickers back up to his face, warm water splashing upon my back as i stare up at him with soft eyes.

“i am.” i whisper, my voice low and sultry.

Matthew steps forward, closing the shower door behind him and pulling me towards him with a hand on my hip.

his erection presses against my hip, his voice deep and lust filled as he speaks, “all you to do is ask, darling.”

my thighs press together, eyelids falling hooded as i gaze up at him.

“Matty?” i start, an encouraging hum coming from his lips, “will you fuck me?”

“turn around, angel.”

i spin around, back facing him as water falls against my chest. he turns us to the side, his hands gripping my hips and pulling my ass back towards him, his cock nestling against it.

he bends my upper body forward, my arms instinctively stretching out in front of me, my wet hands slapping against the wall. Matthew steps back, kicking my feet apart before his right hand leaves my hip.

i squeak out a moan as his thick fingers swipe through my folds, gauging my wetness and lubrication from my orgasm just ten minutes ago.

“you think you can take me?” his lips, press against the top of my shoulder, peppering wet kisses up the side of my neck as i heave out of a shaky breath.

“yes,” i moan, nodding my head as best i can, “yes, daddy.”

Matty groans at the name, his hips bucking against mine and causing my jaw to drop. i peer back over my shoulder, watching as his hand wraps around his length.

he guides his tip through my wetness, spreading my cum around as lubrication before he lines himself up with my entrance, pressing forward and taking great pride in how my walls swallow him in.

“fuck.” he grunts, listening to my strangled whimper as he eases into me, “doing so well f’me, princess.”

the painful yet pleasant sting of his thick cock stretching me open causes my arms to shake, dropping forward with my forearms against the wall now. the new angle proves well when he finally bottoms out inside of me, the tip of his dick prodding against my g-spot.

“oh my god.” i cry out, my hips grinding back against him as he pulls out slowly, biding his time before he makes a swift thrust back in. his muscular thighs smack against the backs of mine, the sound echoing with the water that sprays down upon us.

his arm wraps around the front of my waist, holding me up as he fucks into me. his thrusts start slow but harsh, gradually picking up until he’s slamming into me at an unforgiving pace.

my tits bounce, my entire body jolting forward with each thrust, and i know at the rate he’s going, i won’t last long.

a broken sob carries through the bathroom as i press my cheek against the wall, barely able to keep my head up as i arch my back, allowing a deeper angle and an even better positioning for him to hit that soft spot inside of me.

“M-Matty! daddy!” my body shakes, only being pushed further towards my limit with the sound of his groans as he fucks into me, my walls pulsing around him.

“that’s it, princess,” his hands slides up my front, roughly clutching at my breast before continuing its travels, wrapping around my throat. “you gonna cum for me?”

he uses his grip to pull me upright, my back against his chest as my head tips back, laying on his shoulder. his hand tightens gently around my neck, the rush clouding my head as my breath catches in my throat.

i make a feeble attempt at a nod, but it’s more of a jerky movement than anything. his cock prods against my g-stop repetitively, his hips smacking against my ass.

his grip loosens enough for me to gulp in deep breaths, the pressure in my stomach building and building with each passing second. his free hand falls down to my swollen clit, a singular thick digit rubbing against it as his pace never falters.

“i’m gonna c-cum.” i pant out through shaky moans.

“cum for me, princess.”

his name falls from my lips like a solemn prayer, my toes curling against the wet tile underneath them as my eyes rolls back in my head, the pressure in my stomach finally relieving in a blast of pleasure.

Matty doesn’t stop pounding into me, his thrusts just growing more desperate as he chases his own high, simultaneously riding me through mine.

“shit, shit, shit!” he curses, his thrusts faltering as he reaches his orgasm, releasing inside of me with ropes of cum.

he stills, his hand falling from my neck, and instead both of them gripping my hips as he slowly pulls out of me. a gasping breath falls from me as i’m left clenching around nothing, the feeling of emptiness bittersweet.

“god, you’re a fucking dream.” he hums, spinning me around and pulling me into his chest.

a lazy smile spreads across my lips, pressing a kiss to his pec as my eyelids flutter.

“i think i really need a shower now.” he laughs at my response, turning so my body is completely under the warm water.

i step back, tipping my head back to let the water soak my hair and body before i peek an eye open to glance at him. his eyes are stuck on my breasts, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“are you gonna help me get clean or what?” i cock an eyebrow at him, his eyes snapping up to look at my face.

“i think… if i do that, i can’t be held responsible for my dick’s reaction.”

a boisterous giggle erupts from my throat, my hands reaching out to grab his, and i pull him under the water with me.

“well, the night is young,” i sing-song, “and you were gone for a long time.”

“i was gone a week.” he chuckles.

“mhm, and i usually get about 5 orgasms a week… i think we’ve got some catching up to do.”

[jackhues]

that's going to be us - matthew tkachuk

notes: i hope you guys like this, seventh fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year' celly :))

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

"i cannot believe i let you talk me into this," matthew muttered. "i mean, i skate for a living. and now you've got me doing it in my free time."

you rolled your eyes at his theatrics, pulling him along.

it was finally outdoor skating season, which meant it was the perfect time to drag your boyfriend along and show off your moves. you grew up figure skating, but decided not to follow through with the sport professionally.

it began to feel like a competition at that point, it took the joy of skating away. but after you left, you began to fall in love with it again. and you also loved being able to show matthew up on the ice.

even though he 'skated for a living', you were able to do circles around him on your skates.

"it's the season of joy and wonder," you nudged his shoulder. "you can at least act like you want to be here."

"i do want to be here," he told you. "not necessarily at the odr, but i want to be where you are. and since you love outdoor skating, i want to be here with you."

you blushed, swatting his arm. "matthew, you need to stop being all sweet and stuff. you already got me."

matthew smirked at the sight of the ring on your finger, "well it doesn't mean i'm going to stop anytime soon. and you knew that when you said yes to me."

you sighed, choosing not to respond to his point.

you stepped onto the ice once the line ahead of you was finally gone, holding a hand out for matthew. he took your hand, stepping onto the ice and skating next to you.

around you, the two of you watched couples, and friends skating and laughing at each other. you watched parents teach their children how to get up and how to skate. you watched it all with a soft smile on your face, remembering your own childhood.

your dad had helped you get on the ice the first time, and you had fallen in love immediately. you taught your friends as they grew older, and while they didn't love it as much as you, they still saw why you loved it.

you'd almost grown up in this outdoor rink, and now being able to go back here with your fiancé felt beyond special to you.

"why do i have a feeling that's going to be us one day?"

you blinked out of your thoughts, following matthew's line of view.

two parents were trying to help their kids skate. one of their kids, the oldest one, was going in circles around the parents. the youngest child was being held by his mom, taking small steps and grinning. meanwhile, the dad was trying to convince the middle child to get up from the ice. it looked like she'd fallen and decided to just on her bottom for the rest of the time.

you smiled a little at the sight, knowing all of them had big grins on their faces. if that was going to be you and matthew, you'd take it. you'd take that life any day.

"i have a feeling that's going to be us too," you agreed. "just one thing."

"yeah?"

"we're only having two kids," you said. "if they outnumber us, we're never going to get our way."

[hockeyboysimagines]

Hi, could I get prompt 17 under the Romance section with Matthew Tkachuk?

This got angsty, but sweet at the end. Hopefully you like it!

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you ripped clothing from hangers.

You’d been standing in front of your closet in a bra and a pair of underwear, slowly but surely breaking down as you clawed through clothing item after clothing item but nothing was right.

By now you were sweaty and heaving, makeup running down your face and smudge around your eyes as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.

You had no clue what was going on with you.

Well. That was a lie.

You did know it you felt so stupid about it you didn’t wanna say it out loud.

In Calgary, you were able to spend most of the year in relative peace, bundled in warm clothing that no one bothered to look twice at. Even with Matthew being a celebrity adjacent athlete, the weather didn’t truly start to warm up until Matthew’s season was just about over.

In St.Louis, you two hung around the same friend group as always and never really branched out from some of your favorite places. Still living in some semblance of peace.

But Florida had changed everything.

It was one of the few places he could have possibly been traded that was bathing suit weather almost year round. Which meant hundreds of bikini clad girls asking for a picture everywhere you went.

At first it didn’t bother you. And then a little twinge of annoyance panged at you now and again but nothing major. By January however you’d had enough.

You felt like you were gritting your teeth everywhere you went, anxiety filled you each time he suggested dinner or a movie or the beach? Forget about it. You lived basically on the beach and you refused to even go near it most days. You’d started looking at yourself in the mirror.

Should I lose weight?

Should I change my hair?

Why doesn’t my bathing suit look like theirs on?

Millions of questions swirled around in your brain like the acid in your stomach as you let out more fresh tears and rubbed at your angry red skin. There was stress induced blotches littered across your neck and face and your ears felt like they were filled with water, so much apparently you didn’t hear the door open and Matthew taking the steps two at a time before he burst through the door smiling brightly.

“Hey are you ready for-woah.”

You spun to see him looking around at the chaos that was your bedroom before his eyes landed on you and clouded with concern “Oh my god are you okay?” He took a step forward arms outstretched “What’s the matter?” He asked gently.

You shook your head and sniffled “It’s dumb.”

“Nothing you say is dumb. Come here.”

You dat next to him taking a deep breath “I’m having a hard time.”

“With?”

“Living here. The girls in bikinis everywhere, the constant attention. I feel so insecure.”

“Insecure? About what? Those are just girls.”

“Not to me. To me they’re-they’re-“

“They’re what?”

“My competition.” You mumbled.

“Comp-what? Oh my gosh, you don’t have any competition. You are the smartest, most wonderful, beautiful girl I’ve ever known. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Are you sure?” You said in a small voice, sniffling again.

“100% sure, Why didn’t you tell me this before? You know you talk to me about anything I thought.”

“I felt silly about it…and also like if maybe I brought attention to it you’d see that it was true.”

He shook his head, pursed his lips, and brought a hand up to swipe at a tear on your cheek and then smiled softly at you “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that. I love you, so much and I always have. Okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath “O-okay.”

He smiled wider “Good. Now. Clean yourself up and meet me downstairs. I wanna take my beautiful girl out for dinner. If she wants?” He added hopefully.

You nodded and he leaned across to kiss your cheek.

“I love you. You know that right?”

“I know. I love you too.”

He bounced off the bed and paused in the doorway “I’ll help you clean all this up tonight. Might as well wait to add the rest of your clothes to al this after I rip them off later.”

“Matthew!”

[swissboyhisch]

The Beginning of the Hockey Couple

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x Ivy Lemieux (OC)

Summary: When Ivy was a kid, her dad took her on a road trip while her mother was away. Everyone wouldn't know that that was the start of beautiful friendships and a relationship.

Word Count: 363

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Mario Lemieux thought it would be a smart idea to bring his only daughter, 3-year-old Ivy Winter, to St. Louis. Where Blues was hosting the Pittsburgh Penguins. His wife was away visiting family in Australia so his choices were to have Ivy stay with another family for the string or take her with him. Since the road trip was short, he thought why not bring her along. It wasn’t like it was a 2 week roadie.

The older hockey player held his daughter’s hand as they walked into the stadium and to the family room for the away team. Ivy was dressed in her favourite shirt, her dad’s jersey, and a pair of leggings. A matching black and yellow beanie she adores; a was a present from her favourite uncle, Brooks Orpik. He walked alongside the father-daughter duo, chatting to his captain about the coming game. 

Young Ivy did not recognise where she was, so naturally she was curious. She could see people she had never met before everywhere. Her hand slipped from her father’s hand before she ran away from her father, giggling as she ran past different players.

“Ivy Winter!”

Said girl only giggled more at her father’s voice, acting like it was a game of chasey. She turned the corner and slammed into another person, falling onto her bum. The petite child looked up at a young boy not too much older than her. He had curly hair and was wearing a Blues jersey. 

“Are you okay sweetie?” The woman beside the boy questioned, kneeling to help the girl up.

“Yeah,” Ivy replied, taking the woman’s hand to stand. “I’m Ivy.”

The older boy sent Ivy a wide smile, “I’m Matthew.”

“Ivy Winter,” Mario huffed as he spied the familiar little 66 jersey and pigtails in front of the family. “I’m so sorry Tkachuk.”

The man comes up behind his wife and kids, chuckling as Mario picks up his daughter. “All good Lemieux.”

“Keith, Chantal, this is my daughter, Ivy.” The girl sent the family a smile, waving at them.

“Where’s your wife?”

“Family,” Mario replied. “Isn’t that right, bug?”

“She’s seeing nana,” Ivy stated, looking up at her father. “I get to see Daddy play.”

“Who’s looking after her?” Chantal asks, lifting her youngest son onto her hip.

Mario sighed, “I have one of our staff taking her in a corp box. None of the friends or family are here for this game.”

“Do you want me to take her with me?” Chantal offered. “I have both the boys and I’m with the other wives in the box. Ivy can play with Matt and Brady.”

Ivy looked up at her father with a cheeky smile, eyes glinting with the familiar childlike mischievousness, “Can I?”

“You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

Chantal shook her head, “Nonsense, I’m happy to take her. I’ll bring her back to you after the game.”

After Mario made sure Ivy would behave, he sent her off with the family so he could get ready. Ivy on the other hand was so excited to be with other kids her age. 

“Do you play hockey?” Matt asked the young girl as they found the family box.

“Of course,” she sassed. “You?”

“Of course.”

“You my best friend now,” Ivy grinned.

Matthew wrapped his arms around the girl, beginning her into a hug. “Best friends.”

“Me too,” A voice joined the convo, with Brady coming to join the hug. Well try to at least. That was until Matt pushed him away. Brady looked like he was about to cry. “But me too.”

“Matthew,” Chantal warned, watching the wholesome moment soon turn sour. 

“Fine,” The older Tkachuk groaned and turned to his baby brother. “You too.”

The three shared a hug before turning their focus onto the ice to watch the game they all loved so much.

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[starsandhughes]

Will you please do something with Girl Dad!Matty T coming home from a roadie to both of you being sick?

(No pressure ofc but since your in a Matty T mood I thought I might ask?)

this is an old request that i finally got motivation to do! i named their daughter braelyn like i did in my dad!matthew insta au! *might* do a whole au of this but idk how many people would actually want that. lmk!

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Matthew was so excited to see his girls after a five game roadie. The facetimes weren't enough and he dreadfully missed you two.

It wasn't late, but it was passed Braelyn's 8pm bedtime, so he carefully opened the front door. You were curled up into a ball on the couch next to a trashcan. He pouted as he leaned his hand over the back of the couch and placed a light hand on your forehead. He frowned when he felt how hot you were. Definitely a high fever.

He walked around the couch and crouched down in front of you. He slowly rubbed your back to wake you up.

“Hi, my love,” Matthew whispered when you slowly opened your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Nauseous,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again.

Matthew pouted and slowly kissed your forehead, “When was the last time you took your temperature?”

“I was at 100.1 before I laid down,” you replied.

“Is Bumble Bee sick?” your husband asked, using your daughter’s nickname.

“Bumble Bee was at 99.7 when she was put to bed at 8. I gave her some medicine from the doctor.”

“What do you have?”

“I have the flu, she just has a rough cold as of now. We didn’t go to the doctor until 4,” you explained. “She’s got a nasty cough and stuffy nose, but I’ve thrown up twice.”

Matthew got up and told you that he was going to check on Braelyn. He placed his hands in between the bars of the outside of her bed and softly smiled at her sleeping form. She was tightly hugging her build-a-bear that wore a panther’s jersey that had Matthew’s voice in it when she pressed the paw. He could tell that she was shivering, so he got another blanket from her basket in the corner of her room and draped it across her.

Matthew’s glancing was cut off by your shuffling footsteps. He looked over at you, wrapped up in the blanket creating a hood over your head, and lifted his arm for you to nestle up against his side.

“How’s she doing?” you asked, whispering.

“She was cold, so I gave her another blanket,” he whispered back. “You’re shivering, too, love. Why don’t you go lay down and I’ll bring up some tea?”

You nodded and slowly made your way to your bedroom. You climbed under the covers and leaned back on some pillows against the headboard. You smiled lightly when Matthew came back in with tea for the both of you.

“Want to watch a movie until you fall asleep?” he asked.

“That sounds nice,” you smiled at him. He leaned down to give a kiss. “Matty! No, you’ll get sick!”

Matthew’s face slipped into a wide grin and kissed you anyway, “Worth it.”

[lfghughes]

Will you please write a fic where you’re married to Matthew Tkachuk but never legally changed your name and he always said he didn’t care but secretly wanted you to then one day you surprise him with it? Thanks!!

a/n: this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for sending it in.

Even though Matthew would never actually verbalize it, you knew a part of him had been disappointed when you had told him you were planning on keeping your last name when you got married. You saw it in his eyes when he had brought up not being able to wait until he saw his last name attached to your first name and you had broken it to him that you hadn’t fully decided but that you were leaning towards keeping your name the same. Immediately you felt bad but he had assured you multiple times that it was perfectly okay with him.

Once you had been legally married, you still considered the whole name thing. It’s not that you were that attached to your last name but it had been your last name for all your life so far. But as more time passed, the more you kind of liked the idea of sharing your last name with your husband. When you had finally fully decided you wanted to change your name legally you also knew you wanted to surprise Matthew because even though he would never express his disappointment you knew he would love this.

The process ended up being longer than you thought but finally you had all the paperwork done and ready. You even had a new drivers license to prove it. “Hey honey.” A smile spread on your lips as your husband got home from practice. “Hey babe.” He smiled back, walking over to you giving you a quick kiss. “What have you been up to?” He asked and you nodded your head towards the kitchen counter. “Just working on a few things. I finally got my license updated with our new address and a new picture.”

All you hoped for in that moment is that he would be curious and look at the picture on your license and a small breath of relief escaped your lips when he grabbed a hold of the card off the counter. “You look beautiful as always.” He pointed out to you before handing you the card. Of course hadn’t read all the small little details. “The address is right, right?” You asked, wanting him to take a deeper look at the card. Which he did but again he didn’t even notice the name and if anything he looked confused as to why you were asking for the right address like you didn’t know it.

“And my last name, is it spelled right?” This time you could not make it any more obvious. “Huh?” He asked, now very confused as he looked at the last name. Realization washed over his face as he set the card back down on the counter, rushing over to you to wrap his arms around you. “I am such an idiot for not seeing that right away but what??” He asked and you could hear just how excited he was. “I decided I actually really want your last name and that I was going to surprise you. I’m officially Mrs. Tkachuk now.” You pointed out with a small smile. “Y/N Tkachuk. Man I love the sound of that name.”

[tkwrites]

Love sometimes means fulfilling fantasies - Matthew Tkachuk x ofc

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Title: Love sometimes means fulfilling fantasies

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Matthew Tkachuk x Original female character 

Warnings: smut (18+ only), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!), lots of teasing, mentions of a past, bad semi-controlling relationship.

Summary: When Matthew admits he wants to be bossed around by his girlfriend, she decides to surprise him after a long stint away from home.

Word count: 8500 

Comments: This was inspired by a very intense dream I had a while ago. It’s been in my drafts for more than 2 months as I’ve tried to get it right - trying to find the right balance between smut and story. I originally started this with Quinn and Sarah in mind, but almost instantly realized this wasn't their story. 

I think Matthew is adorable, and thought he would be a perfect fit for it. I thought about this post a lot while I was writing it. 

This is so long and way more smutty than anything I’ve ever posted for others to read. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Love sometimes means fulfilling fantasies

The moment he walked in the house, his eyes were drawn to the bedroom light filtering across the kitchen. Sophie had tried to stay up for him. She did this occasionally, and every time, he would find her in bed, asleep with her glasses still on and a book open on her chest. 

Smiling at the prospect, he set down his bag and shed the raincoat he hadn't bothered to take off in the car. 

“Bedroom. Now.” 

He nearly jumped out of his skin when her voice came from somewhere behind him. 

He turned to find her, but she rebuked him before he saw anything. "I didn't say you could look, Matthew." 

His body responded immediately. Fuck, that's hot. 

More than a month before, she had asked if he had any fantasies he wanted to explore. He admitted that he wanted to be… not dominated - he didn't want to be tied down or anything - but he wanted to be ordered around. The image of Sophie, assertive and demanding, taking pleasure from his body was the subject of many of his dreams. 

It had been so long since that conversation, he'd nearly forgotten about his hushed, “I think about you bossing me around all the time.” 

"Bedroom. Now," she repeated. 

He rushed to get there, leaving his things strewn on the mudroom floor. 

Upon arriving home, he had leaned into his fatigue, prepared to fall into bed, tucking his desire away until morning. This was a totally different welcome than the one he'd been expecting. Adrenaline coursed into his veins banishing the fatigue all together. 

The click of heels followed him through the house, a kind of suspenseful music that ticked to the beat of his heart. 

She was even wearing heels? She never wore heels at home. 

“I hope you're getting undressed,” she said in a sing-songy voice when he got to the bedroom. 

He jumped to obey.  

“Leave your pants on, though.”

He had to redo the zipper, not an easy task with his erection testing the limits of his boxers. He told himself it would be worth it as he re-buttoned his pants. 

The buttons on his shirt nearly popped off in his desperation to get out of it as he toed off his shoes. He didn't like to be barefoot nearly ever, but it was an ick of hers for him to be in bed with only socks on, so he removed them before tossing everything into the closet. 

“Very good,” she said, appearing in the doorway, wearing a dark red robe and black heels with complicated looking straps around her ankles. 

Rooted to the spot and unable to look away, Matthew devoured each deliberate, slow movement as she stalked closer to him. Lace winked at him from between the lapels of her robe. It made him ravenous to see what exactly was under all that silk. 

He started to salivate as his mind caught on to the reality that he would only need to pull the sash at her waist and she would be nearly naked. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.

“Tell me, Matthew, did you expect this?”

He shook his head. He could hardly believe it was even happening. She even had her hair down and curled. 

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, ma'am.” 

She wrinkled her nose, breaking character. A relieved smile spread over his face. He knew this was a character, but having it confirmed that his sweet, funny Sophie was still in there put him more at ease. 

“Not ma'am,” she said, “that makes me sound old. Miss?” she mused, “that's not much better.”

“Mistress,” he supplied. 

She cut her eyes at him, “is that what you call me when you dream about this?”

“N-no,” he stammered.

“What do you call me then?” she asked, placing her hand on his bare chest. 

Gulping, he barely bit back a moan at the skin to skin contact.  

“What do you call me when you dream about being bossed around, Matthew?” she repeated, voice quiet and seductive in his ear as she moved even closer. The silk of her robe brushed against his arm. 

“Sophie,” he said. This time, his voice was a moan. 

His confession hit her full force. He wasn't just interested in being bossed around - he was interested in being bossed around by her. She expected this fantasy to be farther from reality.

“Let's try this again,” she said, mostly for herself. “Matthew, do you like what I'm wearing?”

“Yes.”  

“Yes?” 

“Yes, Sophie.” 

“Good,” she praised, trailing her hand around his rib cage. “Kiss me.”

He pounced like a starved man, catching her mouth in a kiss that was all at once passionate and consuming. 

When his hand ran up the smooth fabric covering her back, he felt it through his whole body.

Taking control, she coaxed his tongue into her mouth and sucked. He was instantly transported back to the first time she'd done this same thing after their second date. His legs still turned to putty. It felt so good every time. She tugged on his hair and he let out noise he never made with anyone else. 

This was a side of Sophie he'd never seen at home. 

It often came out in other places when decisions needed to be made. She always had a quiet confidence about her, but when a crisis happened, or no one was stepping up to make decisions, she, as she called it, “put on her boss pants and got shit done."

The first time she'd done it, they'd been on vacation with some friends and missed their boat back to the hotel. He'd been embarrassingly turned on by the way she had taken control, calming everyone down and ordering him to call the hotel concierge so they could get some directions. After that, he doubled his efforts, trying to convince her to give him a chance as more than a friend. 

Now that the bossy side of her was finally directed at him in their bedroom, he couldn't get enough. 

She broke away and kissed her way up to his ear. “Am I doing okay?” she asked softly.  

Okay? She practically had him on his knees. It was so unfair for this to come right after a road trip. He was already starving for her, and now she was teasing.  

“Yes,” he panted.

She took a step back from him, “Do you want to see what I have on underneath?”

He nodded, seconds away from actually dropping to his knees to beg for her. It had been seven long days since he'd had her, and this situation had him ready to do whatever he needed to to please her. 

“Go ahead,” she said, letting her arms fall open to give him free access.

His hands lept to the tie, which fell away easily. His eyes widened as he pushed the silk off her shoulders and it pooled at her elbows.

“Do you like it?” she asked, letting the silk flutter onto the floor. 

She wore a black lace bra that made her boobs look incredible with, it looked like, matching cheeky panties, just like she knew he liked. 

Saliva pooled under his tongue. Oh God. He was fucked. 

"Matthew, do you like it?" she asked again, throwing in a twirl for good measure. 

Catching his first glimpse of her ass, the lace riding half way up her cheeks, his knees nearly buckled. She was so damn sexy. 

His over eager nod had him feeling like some kind of cartoon character - too fast and exaggerated. 

The whole time she had been devising this plan, Sophie had imagined his reaction to this lingerie. She knew he would like it. Looking at him now, with his blown pupils and fingers flexing at his sides, she found she wanted to tease him just a little bit more. 

Turning her back to him, she bent down to unlatch her right shoe. 

His groan was the stuff dreams were made of.

His hand caressed over her left hip, and she batted it away. 

“I didn't give you permission to touch,” she said, standing straight as she turned around, only one of the three right straps undone. 

A desperate sound escaped his throat, and he forced himself to ask, “can I please touch you, Sophie?” 

Tapping an index finger on her lips, she pretended to think. “I'm not sure you've earned that, yet.” 

The shock that covered his face was almost instantly replaced by competitive determination. “What do I need to do?” he asked, his voice sounding like it'd been raked over hot coals. 

“Let's see if you can keep your hands to yourself for at least one shoe, yeah?” 

Matthew hated and loved this idea with every fiber of his being. Sophie didn't usually tease. Now that she was, he found he only wanted more.

Once he agreed, she turned around again - because of course she did - and bent over, showcasing the natural flexibility every woman in his family was envious of. She was going to kill him. Or slowly drive him insane. Or perhaps both. 

Matthew shoved his hands in his pockets and fisted them to keep them from developing a mind of their own. 

With the fiddly straps undone, she decided it was enough. His breathing was getting more and more ragged, which had her so turned on, she could feel her desire soaking her little lace panties. 

Raising to a flat back position, she glanced over her shoulder. “Are you going to ask again?” 

He swallowed visibly, “can I please touch you?” 

“Yes.” 

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and she watched his fingers flex and contract as if they'd been fisted so tightly, he needed to bring blood back into them. 

He reached for her. 

“But-” he stopped immediately, letting out a little whine. “You can't take anything off.” 

Nodding quickly, he agreed. He just needed his hands on her.

She bent over again, and his hands caressed her soft hips. 

“Fuck, Sophie.” After all that, touching her felt like it's own reward. 

With the other buckles undone she stood, making sure to toss her hair back into his face when she did. 

He grunted, pulling her against him so she could feel what she was doing to him. 

"What do you want?" she asked, one hand slipping around the back of his neck as she kicked off her shoes. 

With the heels gone, Matthew reveled in having his normal sized girlfriend back. "I want whatever you want to give me."

Turning in his embrace, one of her eyebrows rose. "Whatever I want to give you?" she repeated, trailing her fingers from his waistband to his nipple, which she circled delicately. 

Nodding, he made a sort of muffled, whining, affermatory noise. 

"What if I want to give you what you want?"

“That's not…uh, I, uh,”  a jumble of gibberish fell out of his mouth. He was having a hard time focusing enough to form coherent words, still trying to reconcile the Sophie in front of him with the one he'd expected to find. Meanwhile, her finger still circled the sensitive nub, sending so much electricity shooting between his legs, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been this hard in his life. 

Her mouth brushed against his ear before she asked again, "what do you want, Matthew?” Gently taking the lobe between her teeth, she nibbled 

The way she kept saying his name coupled with how she was touching him made his brain short circuit into primitive, caveman thinking. "I want to make you come."

"How?"

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. She was supposed to be telling him what to do, not the other way around. 

Taking a deep breath, he paused to make his thoughts coherent before telling her, "you tell me. You're supposed to be the one ordering me around."

Sophie blushed. She knew he wanted her assertive and bossy, but neither of those were things she could just pull out at the drop of a hat - especially in the bedroom. It was one thing to tease him by dangling what she knew he wanted just out of reach. It was something totally different to order him around like he was some kind of pet. She'd been trying to circumnavigate around her discomfort by ordering him to tell her what he wanted. It was a cop out and she knew it. 

"You promise this is okay?" she asked, letting nerves shake her voice. 

This was fantasy brought to life in a way he'd never expected. Looking into her eyes, he brought her hand to the front of his trousers so she could feel how he strained against the zipper. "More than okay. Tell me what you want me to do." 

Standing straight, she steeled herself and tried not to let her voice warble. "I want your mouth," she said.

There was no shock in his face, only a deepening desire as his eyes grew darker.

Oh. 

This wasn't just for her. 

He wanted it. 

He liked it. 

A force she'd never felt before flowed down her spine, filling her with conviction. Leaning into that newfound power, she added, "and I want to be on top." 

She'd fantasized about it for so long, but had never been brave enough to tell him. 

“Gladly,” he rasped, mind already racing with images and ideas. 

For his part, Matthew wanted to give her any and every experience she wanted, but knew she wouldn't ask for the things she felt were more risqué as part of their normal, everyday life.

He hoped this fantasy of his might kill two birds with one stone.

Unable to look away, his breath locked in his chest as she hooked her thumbs in her panties, easing the sides down. 

"Do you want to -" she stopped herself, before swallowing and starting again. "Matthew?"

“Yeah?” 

"I want you to take off my lingerie."

Getting orders from her was even hotter than he dreamed it would be. He was going to start drooling here if he wasn't careful.

Back to her in a flash, he slid his fingers to the clasp of her bra. Palms skimming over her breasts, he eased the fabric off. "You're so fucking beautiful," he said, letting the lace drop to the ground. 

Glancing into her face, voice gruff, he asked, “can I use my mouth on you here?”

She nodded, letting out a breathy, “yes.”

As his mouth went to her breasts, licking and kissing, his hands swept over her hips so he could take large handfuls of her ass in those damn underwear. 

Her mind began to spin. Not only from his talented mouth, now laving at one of her nipples, but because of her plan. She wanted him in her mouth before they made love. She needed to rethink her strategy to make sure he had enough time to recover.

His hands slowly slid up to her waistband, relishing the texture of the lace contrasted against her smooth, warm skin. 

“Stop,” she ordered before he could push her underwear off.

He pulled his mouth away, but didn't take his hands off of her. 

When she went to his neck, leaving open mouthed, wet kisses, his fingers curled into the flesh of her hips. His head tipped to give her more access.  

Sophie could never spend enough time with her mouth and hands on Matthew. “You smell so good,” she purred, continuing her exploration onto his collar bone. 

The feeling of her mouth on him while her hands slowly slid down his back had him too entranced to respond with more than a grunt. 

She licked the divot between his clavicle and the round swell of his shoulder before cupping his rear to pull him flush to her body.

Fireworks popped and flashed between them as Matthew rocked his hips into her, desperate to soothe his aching lust. He wanted her so much. He’d wanted her when he parked the car, resigned to the fact that he would have to wait until the next morning. Now, she was against him with her beautiful body, wearing the sexiest pair of underwear he’d ever seen. He let his fingers trace the lace pattern at the edge and smiled when she shuddered. 

Her mouth continued its exploration, winding down his chest, pausing to flick her tongue over the nipple she had neglected. 

He moaned, eyes flaring wide when she lowered to her knees in front of him.

“I changed my mind.” 

Looking up, she traced a feather light touch from his belly button to the button of his pants and smiled when his muscles flexed and jumped.

“I'm going to blow you before you use that pretty mouth on me.”

He swore. This was a kind of torturous heaven where she was slowly driving him mad before giving him what he needed. He never wanted her to stop. 

Working the button of his pants, then the zipper torturously slow, she purred, “you're going to come in my mouth, okay, Matthew?”

His breathing hitched, his voice nearly cracking as he agreed, “yes, Sophie.” 

He rarely let her finish him that way. He loved her mouth, but past girlfriends hadn't liked it, so he tended to avoid the issue. Besides, given the choice, he would rather come inside her. He never would have guessed she missed it. 

Peeling his boxer briefs down, Sophie leaned into the alter ego she kept caged within her own thoughts. “Good boy,” she praised. 

 God, hearing that should not make him shiver with anticipation and pleasure as much as it did. He flushed at having pleased her.

As he stepped out of his pants, he wondered if she might let him sit down. It had been so long since he'd come in her mouth, he wasn't totally sure he'd stay upright, especially tonight. Before he could ask, she was running her hands over his legs. 

Sophie tsked. “These thighs,” she all but moaned reverently. Obligingly, the muscles in question flexed under her palms. 

Apparently, she was letting everything she'd ever fantasized about bubble up to the surface as if her propriety had sloughed off along with her lingerie. 

The next thing he knew, she was licking his leg from the knee all the way up to the v line, which she kissed and tongued liberally. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. She'd never worshiped his body like this. He knew she found him attractive, but this was something totally different. It made his stomach clench and his head feel light.

Every brush of her tongue, every kiss from her lips made him twitch. She was so close to where he wanted her. Knowing she wanted him to come in her mouth made it worse until he was simmering and heady with impatience. 

She pulled away so slowly, he swore he could feel every millimeter of her lips lifting from him. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally getting her mouth. It melted into a whine when she passed over to begin the same torture on the other leg. He was so close to the pleasure she was promising, but she was holding off. 

“Please Sophie,” he begged. He would do anything to feel her.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she said, smiling up at him through her lashes as she guided him past her lips. 

He had to close his eyes to stop himself from exploding at the sight alone. 

She pulled off nearly as soon as she'd started, “do you like it, Matthew?”

He almost said something snarky, like, I would if I could feel it, but thought better of it. The Sophie in front of him was a different creature than usual, and he didn't want to upset her. He had no doubt she wouldn’t hesitate to punish him for his sass, and he couldn’t take that on top of everything else. 

Instead, he leaned into the shy, genuine part of himself. “Yes, Sophie.” 

Finally, she took him in her mouth, swallowing all she could comfortably fit and using her hand on the rest. 

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tried to steady himself without leaning too much weight on her. 

“You feel so good.” 

With seven days away and twenty minutes of blissful torture built up in his system, he knew it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge. Still, when the tell tale signs rushed in so soon, even he was surprised. He needed to tell her in case she changed her mind.

“Soph, ’m gonna come,” he said urgently.

Her mouth lifted off of him completely. “You’re such a good boy, Matthew,” she purred, slowly skimming her fingertips down his throbbing cock, “giving me what I want.” 

Eyes rolling back, he practically growled. He’d always wanted her to order him around but never imagined her praising him like this. He wanted more and more, again and again.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and he moaned, thrusting softly into her mouth. 

His orgasm reared anew fast enough to give him whiplash. 

She hummed as she pulled him over the edge and the vibrations rippled through his body, making every muscle stutter. 

When she slid her mouth off him, she paused to make sure he was looking her in the face before she swallowed. 

"Holy shit." He stumbled back and sank onto the bed, legs losing the battle to stay upright. He'd hoped she would be a little more liberated, but this was beyond any of his expectations. "Fuck, Soph, that was so hot." 

Bringing him nearly to his knees with her mouth alone made her feel like she could do anything. It was just the confidence boost she needed. A feeling of immense self satisfaction filled her.

Crawling over to him, she used his knees for balance as she stood.

Matthew wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek against her stomach, needing to feel her close as he came down. 

"I love you," he said, mouth against her skin. It felt important to tell her. Not just because of the blow job - which, God, did he love her for - but because he loved all of her. He loved her for her willingness to fulfill this fantasy. It was so much better than anything he'd imagined. 

"I love you, too." 

She threaded her fingers into his curly hair and his eyes fluttered shut. 

Soaking in the tender moment, he let himself catch his breath before pressing kisses to her stomach. 

“I swear, I thought about eating you out every night I was gone.” 

“Really?" She sounded more surprised than he would like. 

He nodded, tongue darting over his lips as he looked up at her. “I love getting you off and I know you like oral best.”

“I mean…You don't mind the smell?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. 

“Do you really think I would put myself through it so often if I didn't like it?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.  

“I don't know,” she said with a shrug. “I thought maybe it was something you just put up with to get to the good part.”

“It's all the good part with you Soph.”

She chuffed a little laugh. 

“I love the way you taste. I crave it when I've been away too long.”

The way her cheeks flushed made him want to please her even more. 

"Are you ready to sit on my face?" he teased, assuming she found the phrase crass. 

Even while rolling her eyes, she nodded. 

The uncertain feelings that were nearly always stewing in her finally broke to the surface for the first time that night. "We don't have to do it that way."

"No," he reprimanded gently, flexing his grip so she couldn't pull away. "If this is something you want, you deserve to get it. I'm fine with it."

Her teeth worried at her lower lip, "you're sure?"

"Yes," he said fervently. "I want to make you feel good, and if this is how you want it, I want to do it for you."

"I just," she paused to sigh a breath through her nose. "I don't want to suffocate you or something."

He laughed. 

"I'm serious, Matthew."

"It'll be fine, Sophie."

"How do you know?"

"I've done it before, and it was fine." 

She looked unconvinced, and like she was about to argue another point he knew wouldn’t make any difference. He cut in before she could bring it up. "If it'll make you feel better, I can let you know if I can't breathe."

She pursed her lips, barely keeping in her worry about being bigger than any of the women he'd dated before. That would bring on a whole lecture about how it wasn't true, and her weight didn't matter to him - he just wanted her to be happy and healthy.

Most of the time, she was able to put off the comparison and agree with him, but this felt like a case where that factor should be taken into consideration. 

In the end, the thing that kept her quiet were memories of the sad, wounded, puppy look he got in his eyes when she talked disparagingly about her body. 

"It would make me feel better," she said instead. 

"Done." 

Hooking his fingers into her panties, he started easing them down. 

Goosebumps rippled over her skin and her nipples tightened. 

Letting the lace fall the rest of the way down, he licked one of the tender buds into his mouth. He lay back, pulling her with him. Her core was hot and wet against his thigh as she draped over him.

His hands and mouth on her, and his care and willingness to fulfill her fantasies had her outrageously turned on. She rutted against his thigh a few times in an attempt to pacify her lust.

He moaned, flexing the muscle on instinct. She gasped, deciding instantly that getting herself off on his thigh was definitely going onto her fantasy wishlist. 

For now, though, she couldn't be deterred from the opportunity at hand. She moved onto the bed and he scrambled up to lay his head on the pillows. 

He got comfortable before motioning her over. "Here," he said, voice husky, but gentle, "you can hold onto the headboard here."

Heat raced onto her cheeks. 

"Come on," he said, reaching for her. "It's been too long. I can't wait to taste you."

Letting him pull her into position, her heart was already pounding against her ribs as if it might try to break out of her chest. 

Matthew had dreamed of this before - Sophie, all lovely and lush above him while he worshiped her with his mouth. The reality of it was so much better than anything he had imagined. 

"You're so beautiful," he said, running his hands up and down her thighs. 

She blushed, but accepted the compliment, "thank you."

He continued to admire her, waiting until she was ready. 

"You promise you'll tell me if you can't breathe?"

"Yes, I promise," he assured. "I'll tap your hip like this."

She nodded. 

"Now, come here." 

Wrapping his large hands over her hips, he guided her to his mouth. The sound she let out when he made contact was music to his ears. 

It was so much better than she'd anticipated. Perhaps it was just the thrill of a fantasy becoming reality that had her nervous system in overdrive, but something about this - the position, the way his mouth worked on her clit and the way he huffed against her had her synapses snapping. 

As it turned out, she may have been right to worry. Not because of her imagined fear that she was bigger than other women he'd dated, but because Matthew was so competitively intense and wanted to make her come so badly, he would put off breathing until his body demanded oxygen. The reality that he couldn’t just tilt his head to pull in a quick breath hit him full force after a few minutes. 

Although he'd had no intention of using the signal, he tapped her hip twice when his lungs started to burn.

She lifted up, but he stopped her before she got more than an inch away. His tongue kept working, circling her sensitive bud, even as she felt him drag in heavy, deep breaths.

She shuddered as cool air pulled across her heated skin.

Pulling her back down, he latched his mouth back onto her, sucking and stroking. 

"Matthew."

He would never get over the way she moaned his name.

"Matthew, put your tongue inside me." 

Where had that come from? She'd read about it before, but never had any desire to feel it. She got off from clitoral stimulation, so what would that bring to the table? 

With the reality that was Matthew working his magic, and her newfound ability to call the shots, she found she needed his mouth in every way possible. 

He groaned and felt her shudder above him. He was never getting over this. He was never getting over her going after what she wanted. Never getting over experiencing her like this. 

A new wave of pleasure ripped through her when he shifted to accommodate her request. She didn’t think this could get any better. 

Sophie clung to the headboard. "That feels so good," she whined.

He kept thrusting his tongue into her, hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. She filled his senses completely, leaving no room for anything else, and he wouldn't have it any other way.  

"Oh!" she moaned loudly when he adjusted his angle slightly, bringing the straight bridge of his nose against her clit.

Fire whipped up her spine. "Right there! Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop."

He was never stopping - not until she was satisfied a million times over. 

Head thrown back, she panted in rhythm with his ministrations. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. 

Her thighs trembled around him and he knew she was close. Putting off breathing for a bit longer, he continued urging her up the peak he knew she was so close to cresting. 

Mouth open, she tried to let him know she was coming. Instead, her body took over, letting out a keening noise she'd never heard herself make before. 

Her core fluttered around his tongue and Matthew moaned. He loved this part: the point when he knew he'd won over her body and pushed her over the edge into bliss. 

Forcing her hips up just enough, he sucked in a few deep breaths before wrapping his lips around her clit, flicking it with his tongue.  

Time tilted and her body felt weightless as her high rolled into another. 

“Oh my god.” 

He kept going, and she kept coming. One of her hands abandoned its post balancing on the headboard to fist into his curls. He groaned, just like she knew he would.

The first time he went down on her, he told her she could pull his hair if she wanted. She'd been so surprised at the way he had moaned into her, intensifying his efforts when she had. 

Easing off when pleasure started to bleed into pain, she lifted herself up. He licked his lips and pulled in some heavy breaths. 

Chest heaving, Sophie tried to swing her leg over so she could sit next to him. 

"One more," he moaned, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs to keep her over him. "Let me give you one more."

He hadn't prepared himself for that to be the last one. There was no way he could be done with this scenario. With her pleasure engulfing every one of his senses, he just couldn't be done. It was too intoxicating. 

"Please," he said as if he might die without it. 

Twist her arm, she couldn't resist. Matthew was the only man Sophie had ever been with who put so much emphasis on her pleasure, let alone enjoyed getting her off. 

As soon as she started lowering her hips back down, he leaned up and licked a thick stripe through her. 

Her legs quivered. "I'm -" she had to pause and take a deep breath, "Matt, I'm sensitive," she said, looking down at him. 

He winked and coaxed her with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Watching her face intently, he made sure he was using just the right amount of pressure to not cause pain. 

Her hips began to move of their own volition, seeking. 

"Oh, God," she breathed, "Matthew."

If he died right then, he thought, he would die a happy man. 

Come on, he urged silently, come for me. 

As if she were reading his mind, she let out a long, low moan, and trembled above him, core pulsing against his mouth.

He feasted on her, drinking in every movement, every sensation. He could never get enough of her pleasure. 

This time, when she went to move off of him, he helped her. 

She sat heavily against the headboard, gulping in air. "Oh my God." Reaching for him without looking, her hand landed on his chest with a gentle smack. "That was amazing.”

Covering her hand with his own, he entwined their fingers before wiping his face with his other hand. 

After catching her breath, she moved to lay beside him. "Seriously," she said, settling on her side, one arm bent under her head as a pillow, "that was…I don't even have words for how good that was." 

He blushed. "I'm glad you liked it." Her praise, bereft of any teasing, had him feeling shy. 

“Liked it?” she repeated, giggling. “That was the most intense high I’ve ever felt. I don't think I’ve ever come that many times in a row.” 

Pride swelled in his chest. He reached for her and pulled her on top of him. Threading his fingers into her hair, he guided her down to a kiss.

She could taste herself on his mouth, which was arousing in a way she always felt shouldn't be.

His big hands explored, leaving fiery trails on her skin. When he cupped her breasts, she arched against him with a groan. The overstimulation had dissipated and was replaced by a steadily increasing hum of pleasure. 

His mouth and hands ignited her desire again. How was it possible to want someone this much? She wanted him in ways she didn’t know she’d ever want a man again. 

"I want you to take me from behind," she said, lips whispering against his. 

Matthew pulled back into the pillow to look at her face. "Are you sure?"

A while after they started sleeping together, he asked her what she liked. "Any position we can be face to face,” she'd said. “Smith only wanted it from behind the last few months. Every time I would initiate, he'd end up flipping me over. It made me feel so, like… unpretty, you know? Like he couldn't even stand to look at me."

It had broken Matthew's heart. How could anyone not want to look at her? He wanted to look at her all the time. 

Because of that, he always made sure to initiate cowgirl, missionary or any other position where they could be face to face. He never wanted her to feel like he didn't want her. 

"Yes," she said, sitting up. "I know you'd never turn me around just to fantasize about someone else."

"Never," he agreed, emphatically. 

She'd never felt like this with a man before - so full to the brim with love and trust. "So, tonight, strictly for the sake pleasure, I want you to fuck me from behind."

This was another thing she never said, opting instead for sex or making love. She always said fucking was too vulgar of a word for what they were doing.

Hearing it from her mouth now woke a primal side of himself he hadn't felt since he was much younger. 

They never fucked, they made love. He didn't miss it, but the prospect of trying something new with her excited him beyond belief. 

“Where do you want me?”

The power humming beneath her skin shifted into a higher gear, giving her the jumpstart to move off of him. 

“On your knees,” she said. 

He obeyed, then watched, entranced, as she got into the position she wanted. On hands and knees, and then lowered to her forearms so her back sloped down. 

Turning her back to him felt so different than it had with Smith. There was nothing compromising about this with Matthew. She wasn’t embarrassed, or worried her face wasn’t pretty enough, or feeling like she was giving something up just to keep him close. 

“Okay,” she said. 

He moved behind her, skimming both hands up her legs and over the curvature of her sides like a priceless piece of art. He wanted to remember every second of this. 

The trust she felt for and from Matthew allowed her to be in her body more. She could feel the bed dip as he moved, feel the sheets brush against her pebbled nipples. Her skin buzzed with anticipation of his touch. She felt safe and giddy. When was the last time she’d ever felt giddy while on her knees? 

“Can you lift your hips a little more?” he asked, voice gentle.

She did and he bit his lip. He rarely fantasized about this. He preferred to see her face when they were together too, but this? This was a teenage wet dream come to life - made better with love, devotion and trust. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, stopping himself from running his fingers through her just so he could taste her sweet nectar again.

Sophie’s thoughts raced with possibilities - all the times she’d read about this - knowing Matthew would try anything she wanted at least once. 

“Slide over my clit,” she said.

A moan escaped his throat as he glided through her. He never would have done this on his own. Now, he never wanted to stop.

“How does it feel?” she asked. If she couldn’t see him, she needed him to tell her. 

“So good,” he grunted. “You’re so smooth.” 

She shifted her angle so the head of his cock brushed over her clit with each stroke. 

The fire in her belly raged into an inferno. 

“I need you inside me.”

He was going to die before the night was over. Hearing her say these things, hearing how much she wanted him, like she just couldn’t wait - he’d never wanted to please someone more in his entire life. 

Easing into her, he exhaled deeply, noting the way her back arched to change the angle of penetration. 

“Okay,” she said, gently pushing her hips back to give him permission to move. 

He started slow and soft, which was not at all what she wanted.

After a few slick thrusts, she told him what she did want, “harder.”

He picked up the pace, but it wasn't enough.

“Harder.”

Biting his lip, he increased again. 

She still wanted more. 

“Fuck me harder.” It came out more of a demand than a request. She was too caught up in the moment to feel bad about it.

Shit. 

Fuck. 

Goddamn. 

How was he supposed to just take this and not explode the second those orders came out of her mouth? 

“Matthew, please.”

Her begging shattered the controlled softness he usually restrained himself with. She wanted harder? He'd give her harder.

He snapped his hips to hers.

She cried out, back arching.

The sound of his skin meeting hers, the feeling of the sheets brushing her nipples as she was pitched forward, then pushed herself back, and his panting and grunting behind her made her feel feral in the best way, like she just wanted to swallow him whole. 

She pushed back to meet every thrust and he had to tip his head back. He wanted to wait. He had to.

Her entire body trembled with the need for release.

“Touch me,” she begged. She needed it so much, she felt like she might just set the whole house on fire. 

His left hand slid around her hip to stroke her. 

She moaned. It had never felt like this with Smith. This was… this was… this was a symphony. Every part working together to make something more beautiful than they could alone. 

That rhythm sustained her for a while before she was begging again, “more. Please give me more.” She was so, so close. 

Tenderly, he drummed two fingers on her clit, desperate to send her over the edge. 

Back bowing as pleasure streaked through her body, she shouted, “Fuck, Matthew! Yes!” 

There were a few delicious moments where Sophie was floating between being stretched to her limit and falling apart completely. 

The pressure finally exploded and her muscles locked around him.

Matthew gasped her name, right hand squeezing her hip to keep the tenuous grasp he had on his control. The idea he was clinging to helped him wait as he worked her through her orgasm. 

Joints blissfully liquefied, she collapsed onto her stomach.

Thankful for the break, he sat back on his haunches and took some time to steady himself as she came down. 

“Can you turn over?” he asked once her breathing slowed a bit. “I want to see your face when I come.”

Although she'd asked him to fuck her from behind, he knew she'd want to see him - to know she was the one making him feel this way. 

She was - and he needed her to know. 

Sophie nearly choked out a sob. Matthew, her sweet Matthew. He could be a pest, even to her when he wanted to tease, and especially when competition was involved, whether it be playing some silly game or the incessant need he had to win at everything: cleaning or chopping or the morning race to the bathroom. 

When it really counted, though, he was unfailingly polite and courteous and always looking out for her. 

The sheets briefly clung to her damp skin as she rolled over and looked up at him. His chest expanded and contracted rapidly with every panted breath. His skin was flushed, his curls tight with sweat. He was the most handsome thing she'd ever seen.  

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked, reaching up to cup his face. 

“Everything,” he said, nuzzling his stubbled jaw into her palm. Had he known this was coming, he would have shaved. “You're perfect for me, Sophie.”

She blinked a few times to make the tears she could feel behind her eyes stay there. 

“I love you,” she whispered.

He grinned. “I love you, too.”

When he entered her again, slowly, he didn't close his eyes, though his lids grew heavy. He didn't want to miss a single second of this. 

Sophie let out a little yelp of surprise when he flipped them over. 

“I want to watch you come on my cock,” he said, holding her hips. “That's the only thing I want from tonight.”

While she was supposed to be giving the orders, she was happy to comply with this request, even though she was sore from her previous orgasms. 

She adjusted to get the right angle, and let out a stuttered little moan when he caressed against her g spot. Apparently, the best way to find it was to orgasm five times in a row. 

It wasn’t long before she began to fatigue. They’d been going for so long already, and she wasn’t used to using her muscles in short bursts of energy over and over again like he was. 

Leaning forward, trying to find a comfortable position, she winced as her clit brushed his pelvis. Pain flared, and she backed off, thighs and hips protesting the movement.

“I know, Soph,” he said.

He didn’t know really, but he knew how sensitive he got after an orgasm. If she was feeling anything like that, he definitely needed to make a change. 

Leaning back would probably be the most comfortable position for her. He straightened his knees a little more and guided her to recline against his legs. 

Sophie sighed contentedly, feeling the pain ebb off and pleasure start to thrum through her again. She swayed her hips from side to side, “so good, Matthew.” 

A small thrill zinged through him. He let out a relieved sigh and began rocking into her. 

She moaned and threw her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. It was exactly what he’d wanted.

This was a more gentle high than the one she’d just crested. It built up slowly, making her whole body feel warm and sated. 

By the time her orgasm did come, she was relaxed with the pleasure of it, glad her pelvic muscles did their work on their own. She was too blissed to direct any traffic. 

Matthew moaned when she constricted around him. It was such a stark contrast to the soft feel of them rocking together. That sudden shift sent him over the edge - spilling into her with his hands on her hips and her name on his tongue. 

Sophie slumped against Matthew's legs, gulping air. “Oh my God,” she said. 

“Yeah.”

She knew she should get up to use the bathroom, but was too exhausted to move. 

Finally, it became more uncomfortable to keep the position she was in than it would be to get out of it. 

Matthew's eyes flew open when she lifted up. He caught the wince that flashed across her face and his hands flew to help her. 

“Thanks,” she said, sliding off the edge of the bed with wobbly legs. 

Sophie's hips may as well have been made of jello as she stumbled to the bathroom. She felt stretched in ways she hadn't in a long time. It wasn’t totally unpleasant, but it was new.

When she opened the door, she found Matthew on the other side, looking down at her with concern in his blue eyes. 

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, I'm just a bit sore.” She gave him a cheeky smile and a wink, “we haven't gone that many rounds in a night since Tahiti.” 

He laughed, but felt it was a shame they hadn't done that for more than six months. The season was taking too much of a toll. 

“Do you want to take a bath? That'll help with some of the soreness.”

“I'd like that.”

He handed her the robe she'd been wearing and started the tap on the large tub. 

As it filled, he lifted her onto the counter. “I'm sorry we haven't done that more,” he said. “I've been gone too much.”

“You don't need to apologize, Matthew. You're always present when you're home and I haven't felt neglected.” 

“How are you so understanding?” he asked. 

“I'm in this relationship too. I see how hard you work, and I know you see how hard I work. Plus, I don't need five orgasms a night to feel loved. You know that.” She paused before thoughtfully adding, “I don't think I'd survive.” 

He laughed, feeling, not for the first time, that this was his favorite thing about Sophie. She was beautiful and funny and sweet, but her willingness to understand his life and meet him halfway meant more than all that. 

“I saw you had the day off tomorrow, so I moved my meetings so we could spend the day together. And I just kept thinking I had enough time that I could fulfill your fantasy tonight.”

“I still can't believe you did that.” He said, bending down to rest his forehead on her shoulder, “when you bent over to take off your shoes, I swear I almost came in my pants.” 

“That sound you made was straight out of a porno.”

Straightening to look into her face, one eyebrow raised, he asked, “how would you know?”

“I don't live under a rock,” she teased, shoving his shoulder. 

He laughed, and a moment passed where Sophie admired him. 

“So it was okay?” she asked.

Matthew had to bite his cheek to keep from teasing her about possibly being deaf and blind. “You couldn't tell?”

“I mean, I could but I just wanted to be sure you got everything you wanted.”

He tipped her chin up to meet her gaze, “Soph, you know our sex life wasn't lacking before, right? This was just icing on the cake.” 

The unsure smile she gave him twisted his heart. “Have you been walking around for the past month thinking that I’ve been unsatisfied?” 

“No, not really. I know you like what we have, I just started to worry. Like, do you want me to be more aggressive in the bedroom all the time?” 

“Aggressive?” he repeated, “no. But I wouldn’t mind you telling me what you want more often. Like sliding over your clit? I never would have done that on my own, and we both really liked it.” 

She nodded, “I’m just so…” she took a deep breath. “With Smith, it always seemed I was lacking in something, you know?” 

If Matthew ever met Smith, he was going to punch him right in the face for hurting Sophie the way he did. She hadn’t even been able to end it on her terms. When she’d tried, he announced he was seeing someone else before she could get all the words out.

After they broke up, it took Matthew four months to convince her he was a good enough guy for her to even consider the idea they could be more than friends. 

He shut off the water before turning back to cup her cheeks, “Soph, I love you, and I love what we have. I’m sorry Smith hurt you, but I’m not him.”

“I know that,” she sniffed and slid off the counter.

Gathering her against him, kissing her hair, he murmured, “I love you, Sophie. You know I’ll tell you if I need something. Can you trust that if I don’t things are good?”

Matthew couldn’t be farther from Smith. Sometimes, she wondered how exactly she’d ended up in this relationship with a man that was so perfect for her. 

“Yeah,” she said into his neck. 

“Good.” 

He gently pushed the robe off. His heart still beat a little faster at her exposed skin, despite what they had just been doing. “You ready for that bath?” 

“You’re not coming?” 

“Do you want me to?” 

She nodded.

He scrambled out of his boxers and climbed into the tub before reaching for her so she could sit between his legs. 

Leaning back on him, she sighed contentedly. 

“I love you, Matthew,” she said, one hand raising to thread her fingers into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, “I'm so glad we found each other.” 

Letting the tips of his fingers trace memories on her skin, he recalled all the times he’d touched her. 

“I love you too, Sophie,” he said, wrapping his arms around her to bring her even closer - to shut out the world and everything that had or could hurt her. “You bring so much joy into my life and I don't want to do any part of it without you.” 

Deciding to trust what he said was true, she relaxed into him, letting the warm water soak away her pain until nothing more than a pleasant ache between her thighs remained. 

[tkachukz]

Grinning Like a Devil - Matthew Tkachuk

summarry:  When you get drunk and confess your feelings to your best friend -Cruel Summer Taylor Swift

words: 1,2 K

The tequila burned in your throat and your brain was pulsing in time with the music.

The bar was packed, and the neon lights made it even more energizing. You and your friends wore pink feathers, while the birthday girl wore white. Hailey handed out sparkling crowns to all of you and you felt like queens of the party.

When you escape the dance floor for a few seconds, your phone announces a new photo posted by Matthew, your best friend who you were madly in love with but were too scared to talk about it.

A sigh escaped your mouth and Hailey looked over her shoulder.

“How much longer are you going to hide that you like him?” her voice cracked.

“I need more tequila.”

*

 After midnight, Matthew had just arrived from his trip.

With his curls still wet from the shower and a towel around his neck, he walked around the apartment, heating up leftover food and looking for a movie to watch.

The knock on the door was erratic and he raised his eyebrows considering the time.

When he opened the door, he saw you, with a sparkling crown tangled in your hair, a pink feather and a pout.

“Yn!? Shit what happened?"

You hugged him without saying anything, feeling your eyes burning and your head spinning.

"What happened?" Matthew's voice was almost desperate.

“I’m fine”  but it wasn’t true.

"Are you hurt?" you shook your head negatively “drunk?” positively.

Matthew hug you and pulled you into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

You remained in his arms for long minutes, he caressed your back and arms. You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes teary.

“Oh dear, please tell me what made you cry. Or who” his eyes exuded concern.

“It’s just that you are so perfect!” your voice was choked with weeping and drunkenness.

Matthew couldn't hold back a smile, following you closely as you walked towards the sofa, walking almost in a zigzag.

"What did you drink?"

“Tequila”.

“Oh, I can see”.

Upon reaching the couch, you turned to Matthew, putting your hands on your hips, staring at him for a few moments.

"What?"

"You are annoying"

“How did I go from perfect to annoying in seconds??” he pretended to be offended and you huffed.

“Arg. You are annoying for being perfect!”

“Got it” he put his hands in his pockets, watching you carefully.

You started pacing back and forth, swinging the pink feather.

“I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you!! You're nice, fun, handsome, caring...and hot, wow, you're hot” you gestured and spoke quickly “and I'm a mess!”

“You're not a mess” his voice was calm, he leaned in a little closer with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course I am!! Everything I touch I ruin! I'm the blame for the endings of my relationships, I wasn't good enough for them, everyone I approach goes wrong!"

"Please don't blame yourself for these assholes."

“Everything goes wrong, and I don't want it to go wrong with you” you approached breaking down in tears “I don't want it to go wrong because I love you and you're my best friend... and... I don't want to lose you and i don't want you to walk out of my life and i don't want you to get hurt because i'm a mess and ahhh”.

The words came out slurred and mumbled as a drunken child's cry echoed.

With a heavy sigh, you threw your head forward, landing your forehead on Matt's chest.

He didn't take long to hug you, comforting you with a kiss on the head.

"So... does that mean you love me?" he had a goofy smile on his face.

“Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard??” you screamed.

He looks up, grinning like a devil.

“That's not even remotely a bad thing” plus a kiss on your forehead “come on, I'll take care of you”.

He helped you get the shine out of your hair and ran a hot tub, kept his ear up to the bathroom door to make sure you were okay while still giving you privacy, and put together the smallest pair of pants and a sweatshirt .

You threw yourself on the bed, smelling Matt on the clothes that warmed your body, you fell asleep in half a second.

*

The headache kicked in as soon as your eyes opened.

You staggered a little way into the kitchen, where your friend Matthew had his back turned, in pajama bottoms and shirtless, cooking something.

“Good morning” a murmur came out of your mouth and you sat down, resting your elbows on the table and leaning your head in your hands.

“Good morning sunshine” Matthew had a bright smile as he approached you, with a tender kiss on the head.

Your heart sped up and you tried to pull from the memory of last night, which was a blur.

"How did I get here?"

He laughed "to be honest I have no idea how you got here".

“Argh, I just remember to be drunk in the back of the car” flashes started to invade your mind “I had a crown didn't I?”

“It's on the chair, next to the pink feather” he pointed, bringing you a cup of coffee “it's good for a hangover”.

You drink a generous gulp “my eye is swollen, did I cry?”

Matthew bit his lips holding back a smile “maybe a little” he approached, looking at you in a different way.

"I know my hair is ugly, don't face it".

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, running his fingers gently from your cheek to the chin, holding it gently.

“What are the chances you were serious about that yesterday?” his eyes were hopeful, desperate for the answer.

You remembered. 

Not exactly, but you knew very well that the reason you went there was to take advantage of the moment of alteration to finally get everything you felt for Matthew out.

“I love you” the words came out as a whisper, and he smiled, the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, and pulled you into a gentle kiss, caressing your cheek.

“I don't remember you responding to my statement yesterday,” you said, playing with the little curls that fell in front of his face.

“I love you” he said, placing small kisses on the tip of her nose, cheek and forehead “do you accept my declaration or do I need to cry and scream? I can do that if you want.”

You laughed feeling your cheeks flush and butterflies in your stomach “my head hurts so much can you hold off the scream?”

He chuckled, bringing you closer, you laying your head on his neck.

“Alright” he whispered “no rules in breakable heaven”

[iheartzegras]

could you write 17. “is that my hoodie?” “no definitely not” w matthew tkachuk?🫶🏻

hoodie thief - matthew tkachuk

hi! thanks for requesting!

prompt: “is that my hoodie?” “no definitely not”

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the bright morning sun had woken you up from your slumber. looking to the side of you, you noticed matt wasn’t there, so he must’ve went to morning skate. you had decided to get up and make some breakfast.

as you got out of bed, you went to the closet in search of clothes to wear. you saw matt’s panthers hoodie hung up, so you decided to put that on, not thinking much of it. it had become a habit to wear his hoodies.

walking into the kitchen, you got out the ingredients to make breakfast and started cooking. just as you started, you heard the front door creak open. you looked towards it to find your boyfriend entering the house. you waved him over, to which he quickly walked towards you.

“what’re you cooking?” he asked. “just pancakes. how was morning practice?” “it was good”

matthew hadn’t noticed your choice of attire yet, but he was bound to at some point. as you continued your job, he had prepared plates and utensils for you both. you mumbled a thank you as you set the pancakes on a plate, ready to be eaten.

during your meal, you heard a gasp. “what’s wrong? are your pancakes burnt or something?” you asked, worriedly. “is that my hoodie?” “no definitely not.” you quickly replied. he then got a closer look by stepping away from the table. “it totally is! you’re such a hoodie thief!” he laughed. you couldn’t help but laugh as well. he then came at you, tickling at your sides, causing you to erupt into a bigger fit of laughter.

after your little tickle fight, you found yourselves laying down on the couch. “y’know i don’t mind that you wear my clothes. it’s cute actually.” he said to you. you replied to his statement with a big kiss on the cheek, and then his lips.

“i love you matt” “i love you too, hoodie thief”

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my first time writing for matthew tkachuk!

hope you all enjoyed! 🫶

[harlowhockeystick]

“did you really forget, or are you just saying that?” It’s kinda giving annoying!Matthew in my mind…or just regular Matthew 😭 you can do angst or fluff!!! 💖🎀

february prompts | matthew tkachuk x reader | sad reader

you sat on your couch anxiously, ready to go on your valentines date with matthew. you were going to have an early valentines date, he had a road game scheduled on the actual day.

he was running a couple minutes late, which wasn't that unusual. scrolling through socials, texting friends back, more time went by. two minutes turned into eight, and eight minutes turned into twelve. there was no text from matthew, you began to worry a little bit.

you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe his phone died, or he got stuck in traffic, or maybe he just forgot his phone. that's happened before. waiting the minimum of twenty minutes before called you started to feel anxious, why was he not here?

giving him a call, he picked up on the fourth ring. "hey, what's up?" he answered.

"um," you started. you didn't get the dates mixed up did you? he sounded like he was just lounging around his home, not driving in his car on his way to your place. "are you on your way?" you asked, nervously playing with a beaded bracelet you wore on your wrist.

"what do you mean?" you sighed and felt your stomach drop as you began to toe your shoes off.

"well, remember how we made plans to have valentines today, since you'd be out of town on the fourteenth?" you reminded, your tone of voice more quiet. he was silent on the other end of the line. you can imagine that he's got his face in his hands, embarrassed that he forgot.

"i forgot," he admitted.

"did you really forget or are you just saying that?" you asked, giving him a chance to make it up. but when he doesn't respond, that's the only answer you need. he doesn't know what to say, how is he gonna make this one up to you?

he's silent for a little too long, "i'll uh, talk to you later matthew." he tries to cut you off but you hang up the phone. tossing it to the other end of your couch, you bite your lip. you won't let yourself get too deep into such a sad hole, yes you're disappointed but you're not going to let it ruin the rest of your day.

an hour goes by, you've changed clothes and washed your face. sitting in bed, a glass of wine in hand and a bowl of popcorn resting next to you on the comforter you hear familiar footsteps walk inside your apartment.

his footsteps are heavy as he makes his way to your bedroom, softly knocking on the door. you pause your show and give him the green light to enter. he looks like a kicked puppy, his head is ducked low and not held high like usual. his shoulders are drooped and his hands are stuffed into his jogger pockets.

"what," you state, not ask. he stands at the foot of your bed, too nervous to speak first.

"i don't have an excuse, y/n, i just completely forgot." he wipes his hands over his face, trying to mask his embarrassment somehow. you move the bowl of popcorn and allow him to sit next to you on the bed. hesitantly he sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap.

"i was really looking forward to tonight, matty." you whisper, scooting closer to him and taking one of his hands in yours. "make it up to me and i'll forgive you."

he shifts and kisses your forehead softly, taking his other hand to cup your cheek. "i promise i'll make it up to you, tomorrow, after practice. i will be here and we'll have the best date."

[equallyshaw]

christmas engagement | Matthew tkachuk - s.media blurb

part of holidays with equallyshaw

just something small!

@mariestclare: st louis and chicago - who'd a thought? best christmas gift ever 🫶🏻

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@taryntkachuk: im still crying !!

@mariestclare: same bestie same

@bradytkachuk: I guess this is ok

@mariestclare: I guess your ok

@_quinnhughes: congrats, so happy for you guys!!

@matthewtkachuk: thanks q!

@mariestclare: thankyou fav hughes!

@jackhughes: im gonna rescind my congrats

@lhughes_06: same

@mariestclare: I take it back @elblue6 is my fav

@elblue6: love you guys, congratulations!

@chantaltkachuk: cant wait to welcome you into the family - officially!

@mariestclare: love you chantal!

@ehtkachuk: im so excited to be sister in laws!!!!!

@mariestclare: SAME

@johnnygaudreau: finally

@matthewtkachuk: hush

@mariestclare: the drama

@meredithgaudreau: omg this makes my next visit so much sweeter

@mariestclare: ik!

@mariesbrother: youre marrying my fav hockey player, sweet

@mariestclare: yes we love the priorities

@bradtkachuk: bye

@mariesbrother: BYE Brady

@matthewtkachuk: lmao

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@matthewtkachuk: you saying yes, is the best christmas gift ever.

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@mariestclare: love you too jupiter and back 🫶🏻

@matthewtkachuk: I love you infinitely

@taryntkachuk: god the last one is just killing me

@ehtkachuk: same gf same

@bradytkachuk: the first oh god

@chantaltkachuk: you guys were so cute!

@elblue6: congratulations guys, sending something special in the mail!

@mariestclare: mama hughes, you didnt have too but we'll love it! thankyou🤍

@matthewtkachuk: thankyou mama hughes!

@jackhughes: congrats bro!

@matthewtkachuk: thanks j!

@floridapanthers: our family growing just a bit more, congratulations to you both❤️

@matthewtkachuk: thankyou guys!

@mariestclare: love you guys!

@joshnorris: Matty's all grown up 🥺

@austonmatthews34: aweeee I still remember you not knowing how to ask her out .. look how far we've come @bradytkachuk

@mariestclare: thats actually so endearing but not the brady part

@bradytkachuk: bite me marie

@/ matthewtkachuk: ill never live that down

@mariestclare: no you never will

@/ austonmatthews34: no chance bud, but congrats

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[jackhues]

❄️ matty t "you're all mine, you got that? i'm not sharing."

nonnie i adore you so much, thank you for feeding my matty t obsession rn

you closed your eyes, taking in the cool breeze against your face.

it was rare to have a cold day in south florida, so you took advantage of the nighttime breeze.

matthew held your hand, dutifully following the sidewalk rule to keep you away from harms way. the two of you were walking back to your apartment after a dinner date at a fancier restaurant. your dress was a deep red - matthew's favourite colour on you - that stopped mid-thigh.

it wasn't anything indecent, and you loved it. the latter reason was more than enough for matthew to love it too.

you took a deep breathe of the night air, doing a quick twirl. matthew laughed, lifting his arm to spin you a few times. you giggled as he pulled you close to him mid-twirl, frowning when you realized he'd stopped you two.

he slipped out of his coat jacket without a word, placing it on your shoulders.

you looked up at him, noticing the smile was gone from his face. instead, he was glaring at something behind you.

you followed his gaze to see some weird guy standing against a store, eyes trained on your ass.

"hey! what the fuck do you think you're doing?" matthew yelled, marching towards him.

"matthew, matthew, don't," you tried to reach for his arm, but he squeezed your hand, trying to reassure you.

"i ain't done nothing yet," the man responded.

matthew gripped his collar, pulling the man to his feet, "the fuck you mean? keep your perverted eyes off her, you understand?"

"if you want to keep eyes off, don't let her dress like a slut," the man laughed.

you didn't even realize matthew had punched the man until you saw him reel backwards.

"don't you dare call her that," matthew growled. "and keep your fucking eyes to yourself."

the man laughed, rolling his eyes and shrugging matthew off. "whatever you say."

"good," matthew grumbled, heading back to take your hand.

you reached out to him, but he shook his head. not now.

silently, you let matthew take your hand and lead you back to your apartment. the two of you were quiet as you entered your home, locking the door behind you.

"matthew, you didn't have to-"

"don't say it," he cut in. he looked at you, "don't say i didn't have to do that. he was practically undressing you with his eyes, while i was there. no fucking shame, people like him." he cupped your face in his hands, "no one gets away with saying shit like that about you. you're all mine, got that? i'm not sharing."

"not even with the eyes of some creepy pervert?"

matthew gave you a deadpan look.

"too soon?"

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hey girl! could you do an insta edit for matthew tkachuk? maybe something with a couple posts going from best friends to lovers? please and thank you!!

i love this idea so much!!!

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[laurenairay]

Forehead kiss with Matthew Tkachuk please? 🫶

Forehead Kiss – Matthew Tkachuk

Words: 618

I haven’t written enough soft Matthew and that is a crime. Thanks anon!

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“Babe? Where are you?”

Taryn snickered where she was standing next to you, the two of you having volunteered to get dinner started while she ran out to the grocery store for some missing items.

“I’m in the kitchen! You know, like your mom asked before you boys made yourselves scarce!” you hollered back.

If you had learned one thing quickly in the Tkachuk household, it was how to make yourself heard. Loudly.

Taryn just grinned and nudged you with her hip, moving to put her diced carrots in the large pot on the stovetop, your boyfriend poking his head around the door in that moment.

“I really didn’t think you’d take her up on it,” Matthew winced.

“You’d want Brady to cook your dinner?” you mused.

He immediately grimaced, Taryn just laughing behind the two of you.

“Now that you’re here, Matty, you can take over chopping duty,” Taryn said in a sing-song voice.

He barely had time to protest before she shoved the empty chopping board at his chest, practically skipping out of the room with a wink in your direction.

“Little sisters are the worst,” Matthew sighed, putting the board down next to you.

He picked up the knife she’d been using and rinsed it under the tap, wiping it dry with a clean dishtowel before rejoining you. You pointed to the dish of potatoes you’d been peeling, and he picked one up without hesitation. The two of you worked in silence for a few minutes, until you finished the last of the peeling and Matthew was left with only a couple of potatoes to chop.

“I do feel really bad that you’ve been in here. You’re a guest,” Matthew said, frowning.

“You all take it in turns to help out. It feels wrong that I wouldn’t,” you said, shrugging, “Besides, if it means your mom will like me…”

“Babe, no, she already likes you. She’d liked you since the moment you handed her that bouquet of sunflowers. They’re her favourites,” Matthew said seriously.

You knew those were her favourites. Matthew had mentioned it in passing once, and you’d squirrelled away the information – somehow it looked like it had been useful to remember.

“I like your family and I want to fit in with them. That’s all,” you said simply, smiling up at him.

Matthew smiled sweetly down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. As butterflies kicked up in your stomach, it was almost overwhelming how much sweetness was in this moment, in this man you were lucky enough to call your own. He was so different with you that he was with anyone else in his life, and you treasured all these little moments. That gentle kiss to your forehead was just another thing that made you fall even more in love with him every day.

“You two are so adorable.”

You stepped back with a jolt, noticing Chantal standing in the doorway with a happy smile on her face, shopping bags looped over her arms.

“Let me help you with those…damn it, I have potato hands,” you groaned.

This just sent Chantal and Matthew spiralling into laughter, Chantal shaking her head to wave you away.

“You two have clearly done enough in here. You especially,” she mused to you, “Why don’t the two of you wash up and I’ll finish up in here.”

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely,” she said nodding her head, “Matthew, why don’t you go and ask your brother to get off his ass, hm?”

He just grinned, relishing the order as he jogged out the room.

“…Matthew also has potato hands,” you said, grimacing slightly.

Chantal just sighed.

[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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