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make me lose my breath (1/1)

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Summary: In which Matthew develops a Thing about his neck guard. He's totally dealing with it, and fucking around with Draisaitl again will probably help in an entirely unrelated way. Turns out, it's not quite unrelated.

AN: thanks @sequestering for helping this jump into being. Bet you didn't think this would be the end result.

It's a good thing most of the guys are out of there, because Matthew gets all twisted up in his gear in a way that hasn't happened to him since he was much younger and not used to all this stuff yet. This might be the most embarrassing thing he's done in ages, because whatever he tries to let himself free just makes him feel more and more stuck, to the point where it feels like the neck guard is actually getting tighter on his neck. 

He can still breathe, but there's definitely more pressure. 

By the time he's untangled himself, his jersey is on the floor and so are most of his pads, leaving him panting in his undershirt and that damn guard tight around his throat. 

Matthew swallows and feels his dick throb in his compression shorts. 

Oh no. Oh no. This is not fucking happening right now.

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Exploratory drilling (1/1)

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Summary: Matthew knows he's bi, he's just never done much about it. But when Draisaitl comes out, it starts a conversation that turns into flirting that turns into Draisaitl showing up in Florida, mere months after losing to Matthew in game seven.

AU: For @sportspuckball who is awesome and deserves fic about the fun kind of drilling. Here's 8.5k of mostly smut and surprisingly tender idiots.

"Yeah, I just wanted to give you the bi five in person," Matthew chirps him instead. 

"Sure, that's what you wanted." Draisaitl looks so pissy already. "You're full of it." 

His annoyed face is very attractive and Matthew isn't going to look into what that means about his sexuality and his bad taste. Instead, he's going to smirk because he knows it really gets to Draisaitl. Getting under that guy's skin is its own kind of aphrodisiac. 

"How about you-"

"No." 

Before Matthew can crack the stupid joke that will absolutely make Draisaitl want to kill him, he gets rudely interrupted by a pissy German. So to punish him, Matthew glares at him and waits for him to explain his terrible behavior, waits for Draisaitl to get the urge to defend himself the way he always does. Even when he's just elbowed someone again. 

"You're not using some line about being full of me instead."

Damn. Draisaitl actually predicted Matthew's awesome sense of humor. That's unexpected. It's not that Matthew is unaware that Draisaitl has a sense of humor, it's that it's surprising that Draisaitl would be opposed to Matthew cracking jokes like this one. 

"How did you know I was gonna say that?" Matthew has to ask. 

"Because you're not as subtle as you think you are." 

"Fine." Matthew can roll with the punches. "Wanna fuck?"

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gotta take my first fall (2/7)

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AN: You can thank @sportspuckball for that extra chapter in the projected chapter count. I know I do. Also so much thanks to all the lovely people who commented on this fic, it means a lot to me!

Over the past few days, Leon's spent a lot of time in his room. Dealing with things that he should be over by now. And he is, until his mind flashes back to Tkachuk, dripping wet and muscles straining as he… damn it, not again. 

There are a million different scenarios in which Leon has pictured those straining muscles, and at least a thousand different sleazy things that Tkachuk could have said in front of Leon if he'd spotted him staring. Shit, Leon's sure Tkachuk would only make fun of him, but sometimes in the quiet moments late at night in Leon's room he thinks about another world in which… maybe. Just maybe. 

That version of Tkachuk isn't real. He's less annoying and way more interested in behaving like he's about to win a wet t-shirt contest for Leon's eyes only. The fantasy version of Tkachuk strips his clothes off and licks his lips as he motions for Leon to do the same thing, trying to be in charge even though he's not. 

No, Leon calls the shots, and Tkachuk likes it, begging for more at some point. 

The fantasies are explicit and detailed and nothing like real life - but more than distracting enough to have Leon spending more time in his room. He'll spend time in the pool when Tkachuk is literally anywhere else.

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give me more than just some butterflies

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Summary: In the NHL, Alpha wolves don't have any power. So when Leon's signed up as a stud for some rich omega, he's preparing for awkwardness. Meanwhile Matthew can't believe his dad wants grandkids this badly. He'd rather play in the omega league - but then he meets the Alpha chosen for him and… The baby thing is starting to sound pretty good.

AN: The happiest of birthdays to the best of Otters. I hope you enjoy your 40k of breeding omegaverse filth. I know what you like...

Leon always knew that this day would come. The draw of being a good-looking bilingual Alpha athlete - and a fucking wolf - was going to be too big for the Oilers front office to resist signing Leon up for studding and reaping the benefits. 

His stud price must have been pretty fucking high for them to clear Leon for duty during the season. Sure, they are going to try to schedule the sessions during the bye week, but Leon knows better than most guys that no matter how high the dose of suppressants is, sometimes pheromones still get the better of people. 

Not of Leon, but the omega wolf he's supposed to knock up might be affected. 

"You're lucky." Nurse tells him. "I heard who won." 

"And?" 

"You'll be breeding your way into hockey royalty." 

Leon would rather be hockey royalty. He thinks he's earned it by now with his play and the respect he's owed around the league. But maybe Alpha wolves don't get that kind of honor - that's only for Betas and humans, the real stars that don't have to be slaves to their biology - or so that's what the people say.

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gotta take my first fall (7/7)

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AN: I finished it! And of course the final chapter is 12k because I'm a parody of myself... Please let me know if you enjoyed this one

"Oh, I've got some ideas." 

Before Matthew can crack a joke, Leon dives into the pool, hoping Matthew will get drenched because of it. Screw his stupid sunglasses and the way his smile makes Leon want to lick those dimples and bite at Matthew's smiling mouth and… 

He wants too much. He wants all of it, coming up to the surface feeling no less frantic. Leon turns to where Matthew was before and doesn't find him. It shouldn't be a surprise that Matthew took the chance to fuck with Leon, but Leon is still determined to win and claim some kind of prize. His prize. 

And then Matthew comes to the surface too, triumphantly hoisting his stupid sunglasses above his head. He's smiling again. Showing dimples again. 

Leon gives up on any sophistication, at least for now, reaching for Matthew and pulling him in, pressing his mouth to a dimple and kissing it. Matthew's patchy facial hair stings a little, but Leon's long since stopped caring about that. 

"What are you doing?" Matthew is laughing. 

"Shut up." 

Kissing Matthew's smiling mouth will shut him up, Leon thinks. It won't last, but it's not as if Leon doesn't want to kiss him anyway. It's annoying how much Leon wants to kiss him, even when they're not going to have sex. 

They could this time, though. Not in the pool, but… they could.

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I was done, the deal was signed (1/1)

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Summary: A marriage pact made between rivals was never meant to come to fruition. But in 2032, Leon Draisaitl is playing one last season, hoping to finally win a cup. He didn't expect Matthew Tkachuk to even remember the pact, let alone to hold him to it. And he definitely didn't expect happily ever after.

AN: So... this is 40k of old men MattDrai being down bad for each other. Enjoy

“Everyone’s getting married,” Leon sighs. “And having babies.” 

The lights make this random St. Louis bar feel a little blurry. Leon’s sure it’s the lights - they don’t serve good enough beer for him to get drunk. 

“Not everyone,” Tkachuk protests. “I’m not.” 

Wow, he’s actually participating in the conversation. That’s more than Leon expected after... everything.  

“Do you want to get married?” 

“Are you proposing to me right now?” 

Tkachuk’s voice cracks a little, and Leon can be the bigger man and not laugh in his face about it. It would be kind of funny to mess with him a little, act like he’s really proposing, and tough it out for a bit until Tkachuk loses it. But the idiot is good enough at playing the game that Leon worries he might end up engaged after this. 

There’s no way he’s gonna marry Tkachuk. 

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gotta take my first fall (1/6)

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Summary: Oilers fan Leon Draisaitl is pretty damn conflicted about getting drafted by the Panthers, even more so after the 2024 playoffs. Matthew Tkachuk has to be the worst of them all - fuck, Leon hates him so much. This is going to make living with him a bit of a problem.

AN: Remember when I got this ask? Well, here's the first chapter of rookie Leon, hope you all enjoy.

When Leon got picked by the Panthers last year, he got plenty of messages from the guys on the team. He was polite - because holy shit Sasha Barkov knew his name now - but after going back to Juniors in Western Canada, Leon knew he could never love the team that hacked and slashed their way to robbing Connor McDavid of a Cup.

Sure, the odds of Leon getting picked by the Oilers were never going to be great, but he thought he did well on his interviews and… Then pick #56 came and went, and Leon tried to be thrilled with #63 instead. Because it was still the second round, and it meant the scouts had noticed him after all - no matter the shit that Pronman said about his skating and how it was never going to be good enough. 

Proving him wrong is going to be fun. It sucks that he has to do it on the Panthers though. With guys like Bennett, and… Tkachuk. 

He too was one of the guys to text Leon after his draft - probably only because he was still laid up with that sternum injury of his. He was probably bored enough to text draft picks for that reason only - the asshole doesn't actually care. Leon's been following the Oilers for long enough to have seen far too much of the rat. 

And he's about to see even more.

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gotta take my first fall (6/7)

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AN: Y'all, writing is kicking my ass so hard. Support is desperately needed and so appreciated. I know the fandom at large is more quiet but it is harder and harder to know that people still want to read.

When Matthew orders a range of actual fucking bells online so he can summon Leon even when he's out of Nerf gun range, Leon packs his bags and counts down the days until their six game road trip starts. A few more days to wait. 

But then he has to come back to the living area and Matthew is waiting for him. 

"Come on." 

He's as excited as Leon's seen him in a while, which means that there is definitely some trouble ahead for Leon. Potentially even more trouble than the whole bell situation can bring - which is bad enough without Matthew being up to no good and summoning Leon to be a part of this stupid situation. 

"What is it?" Leon's wary - and weary. 

Matthew is grinning. "I'm not going to choose one for you." 

Oh, great, now he's making Leon get involved in this stupid idea. There are too many options and Leon hates all of them before he's even heard anything. If this is the result of him arguing with Matthew about accepting help, Leon has some regrets about how he handled that conversation. 

The Nerf gun sucks, but this is a whole new level of torture. 

"You're making me pick my own torture device?" Leon complains. 

"You didn't like the Nerf darts." Matthew is far too pleased with himself. "So…"

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