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matbarzyy · 5 years ago

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Edge of Desire

A/N: Well, writing this has been... insteresting to say the least. This is obviously just a lot of smut, if you’re not comfortable with that please just stay away from it. I drew that header the other day just because I wanted to make a quick cute thing for this fic, I kinda like it so here it is.

Word count: 6025

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), a little dominant Mat, overstimulation, overall just pure filth

Summary: Basically plotless smut

“You went shopping?” Mat’s head perked up from the back of the couch when he turned around to see you carrying a few bags.

He knew you almost always brought something back for him, whether it was a shirt that you figured would suit him well or a few of his favorite chocolates. It was only his second day back in New York after visiting his family for two weeks while you were stuck working and couldn’t travel, so he knew he could have expectations.

He looked a little different than the last time he was home, having taken some time to let his beard grow. You had seen the beginning of it before he left, but it was grown enough to look good now.

“Mmh,” You barely answered, walking away into your shared bedroom without another word.

At that, Mat frowned.

You normally always told him what you bought, you showed off new outfits or excitedly rambled about why you absolutely had to get this new book. He pushed himself up from the couch and trailed behind you, knocking on the open door quietly before looking down at the bags.

“Got anything nice?” He forgot about your silence the second he spotted the lingerie brand logo he knew all too well. “Can I look?” Mat reached for it, not waiting for your answer because he was used to you letting him.

“No,” You snatched the bag away from him. “Be patient,”

“But-”

“No buts. You came back late last night when I was tired after work and you were tired from travelling,” You had gone straight to sleep, both of you wanting to cuddle and do more but far too exhausted for it. “So I’m going to cook us something nice for lunch, and then maybe I’ll let you see what’s in that bag,”

“What’s the plan after lunch?” Mat had a feeling he was about to like your answer.

“You can pick whatever you want, as long as it involves no other people and absolutely no clothes,”

Mat ate so fast you almost scolded him for not trying to enjoy what you had spent time preparing a little more. You made something light, knowing you wouldn’t want a stomach full of food when you were about to have sex. You knew he appreciated the efforts, and he definitely loved the food, but he was more excited about what was to come after that. You had changed after cooking, and he was sure you were wearing some new set under the silky blue robe you had loosely tied around your waist before you sat with him.

“I’ll tidy,” Mat took both of your plates to the dishwasher and hurried to put everything away. He gave the counters a quick wipe, knowing you’d tell him off if he didn’t clean properly, and a minute later he was standing in front of you still sitting at the table. “So?” He bit his lip, bouncing on the ball of his feet.

“Someone’s eager,” You pushed your chair back and got up slowly, letting the anticipation build for a little longer.

“Someone’s had to go without touching you for way too long,”

“I know, me too,” You soothed him as you took a few steps closer, setting your hands on his chest and angling your head up for a kiss.

Despite the urgency in Mat’s words, his touches were soft. He liked building things up slowly, teasing until you pleaded and begged for what you needed most.

“Can I take that off now?” He murmured into your mouth, hands at the knot on your waist. You wore this often enough at home that he knew he’d get it undone with one pull, but he still awaited your words.

“Yes, anything you want,” You looked up at him, pupils dilated with lust while Mat took in your words. You did say earlier that he could pick the plans, but this was just the confirmation he had been waiting for to take control.

“Anything I want, eh?” He pulled to undo the knot and took two step backs to admire you. “I don’t know if I want to spend the next hour leaving kisses on every inch of your skin or if I just want to bend you over the kitchen counter and keep you there until your legs can’t hold you up anymore,”

“I can’t handle a lot of teasing,” You let the material fall off your shoulders, watching Mat’s eyes trail over your whole body as you slowly exposed more skin.

“Me neither baby,” He nearly groaned when the material fell to your feet. “Fuck this is pretty, it’s such a shame that I’m about to rip it off you,”

“Don’t rip it,” You protested softly, coming close to him again to feel his warmth. There was a time when you would have been self conscious wearing so little with him fully dressed, but you had grown comfortable around him over the years. “I wanna wear it again,”

“Oh yeah?” His hands found your hips, running over your skin in a way that made you shiver. Mat smiled, he loved watching you react to his touches.

“Mmh, under a pretty dress next time there’s some charity dinner. It’ll be a nice surprise for you at the end of a boring evening,” You could already picture it, you had been in that situation many times before. Mat was sweet, he had patience, but those events weren’t worth the effort, and you had to lift his mood at the end of several nights.

“I like that,” He nodded, leaning down and capturing your lips with his once more.

Warmth flooded through you instantly, getting you to squeeze your legs together as you pressed yourself against Mat’s body. He tightened his grip on you, keeping you there as he deepened the kiss and snuck his knee between your thighs. You whimpered into his mouth quietly at the gesture, it was one of your favourite things.

Mat knew you liked to rub against his thigh whenever you made out, it had always been a thing between you, but it still made you swoon every time he remembered to do that for you.

“Please,” You gasped when his lips travelled to your neck. You needed to catch your breath from the kiss, but Mat didn’t seem to care. He hadn’t gotten to touch you in too long, and he was about to make up for it. It was still relatively early in the afternoon but you both knew this would last until night fell. “Please,” You whimpered again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

“Baby,” He chuckled breathlessly. “What are you begging for? I haven’t even done anything yet,”

“I’ve been thinking of this since you got back, I just really need to come, please,”

“Oh love,” He gently backed you up against the kitchen counter. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have ruined that pretty makeup crying because of how sensitive you are,”

“I don’t care, I want it,” You sounded a little whiny, but Mat did always like it when you were desperate for him.

“Mmh, promise you’ll take it all like a good girl? Even when it gets too much?” He traced his thumb over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down and letting it pop back in place.

“I promise Mat,” You gasped a little when his hand made you part your legs.

“Good,” He cupped your pussy and felt you rock against his hand.

You were already overheating, but Mat didn’t hesitate to push your panties to the side and slide two of his fingers inside of you. The moan that left your mouth made his breath hitch in his throat.

“Fuck I missed those moans,” His blood rushed straight south, and he pulled his fingers away with a groan. “Look at you already dripping down my fingers,”

“You feel so good,” You had no idea how he did it, but it never took more than a few touches for you to become a mess.

“C’mere,” Mat cupped the side of your neck to hold your head still as he brought his glistening fingers up to your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to suck them in, cleaning them with your tongue with your eyes still trained on Mat’s. “Gonna make you come,” He slid the hand that was on your neck down your body to your ass. “And then I’m gonna watch you suck on my cock just like that,” His fingers went deeper into your mouth, making you gag.

You didn’t get to say anything back when he removed them, satisfied with how well you were behaving, because he immediately used them to rub over your clit through the fabric of your panties. You caught onto his shoulders to stay up on your feet, biting back another embarrassing moan until two of his fingers found their way into you again.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Mat mumbled against your skin, his face hidden in your neck as he bit and sucked to leave marks on you. His fingers were doing more than enough for you, curling into your sweet spot and rubbing it over and over again, but you couldn’t help and think of how amazing his lips would feel sucking on your clit rather than your neck.

Just the thought made you clench, and you felt Mat grin against your neck.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you, you had spent countless nights exploring each other until you both learned the best ways to tease and make the other come undone. His fingers curled rhythmically as he moved them in and out of you, the heel of his hand grinding onto your clit.

It was all you’d need and he knew it, his lips on yours muffling your whimpers as he kissed you. There was a type of need in that kiss that came from the distance. Mat never liked spending time away from you, because as much as he could catch up on sex by spending the whole day making you come, he couldn’t catch up on the moments he had missed. He couldn’t catch up on hugging you tight and congratulating you when you got a promotion, he couldn’t catch up on sitting in a bath with you after a stressful day, he couldn’t catch up on making you laugh while acting like a dork in the kitchen and distracting you from cooking.

“Mat,” You whispered against his lips, nails digging into his shoulders.

“I know,” He breathed out against your mouth, giving you one more kiss before he pulled away enough to look at you. “Come on baby,” He sped his fingers up, watching you fall apart and spill all over his fingers.

It was the strongest orgasm you had since he was gone. Nothing you did to yourself could feel as good as Mat’s touch.

He worked you through it despite the way your hips moved and how hard your pussy clenched. If you hadn’t been pressed between him and the counter you would have never been able to stand, and Mat knew that. He pulled his fingers out slowly while you calmed down, falling into his arms while he gently held you to his chest.

“Better?” He asked, watching you nod eagerly. Your mind was still fuzzy from your high and you were blissfully relaxed. “Come over here,” He guided you towards the couch, letting himself fall into it with his thighs spread wide open.

You didn’t need to ask to know he wanted you on your knees.

He pulled his shirt over his head without a word, messing up his hair and somehow making him look even hotter while he let it fall next to him on the couch. You were patiently waiting, looking up at him with your hands in your lap while he shimmied out of his jeans to make it easier for you.

Your lips found his inner thighs first. You started low, close to his knee before you worked your way up the strong muscles and left some purple ovals there to remind him of this for the next few days. Mat leaned back into the couch with a satisfied hum, his head hanging low to watch you.

His cock was very obviously straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you didn’t make him wait much longer before cupping him with your hand, using the other one to caress over his thigh. Mat grunted quietly, licking his lips when you looked up at him and giving you an encouraging little nod.

You obeyed wordlessly, bringing your lips to kiss him over his boxers, working your way up to his waistband. There, you hooked your fingers into it and moved back to pull the material down his legs. His cock stood proudly, waiting for your attention, and Mat slid a cushion to the floor before you could kneel back in between his legs.

“Thanks,” You whispered, lips attached to his inner thigh on a spot you knew was sensitive while your hand gently began to stroke his cock.

A loud exhale fell from his lips, and you followed up with a lick of the underside of his cock from his base to his tip. Mat’s thighs clenched at that, filling you with pride. He affected you easily, but so did you.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, tasting the precum that was leaking from him before you sucked with a hum. Your saliva was slowly making him wetter, allowing you to take more and more of him into your mouth to hear the beautiful moans he could never contain when you went down on him.

You felt a little bold, so you tried to go further to feel him hit the back of your throat, but it only made you gag. You had to pull off for a second, coughing a little before you went right back to his cock.

“Take it easy,” Mat pulled your hair back so that it wouldn’t fall in your face, and he used his gentle grip to guide you. “Just like that baby,” He moaned when you focused on sucking on the head of his cock, moving your tongue around him before bobbing your head and slowly sinking down further.

Praises fell from his lips continuously, accompanied by little moans that increased when you brought your hand to tease his balls and followed by sucking on them too. You could tell he was getting close, you were always good at getting him to the edge fast when you sucked him.

His eyes never left you, they were on your every time you looked up at him, darkened by desire. You were so beautiful like that, always so eager to please, and the enthusiasm you put into you made things ten times better for Mat. He loved hearing how much you liked it, hearing you beg for it, feeling how wet you could get just from sucking him.

“Fuck baby, stop,” He forced himself to groan. He was dangerously close, and he could have finished right there in your mouth, but he wanted your pussy more than that.

The way his hand pulled on your hair turned you on, he was never harsh with it but he always used it to guide you. It reminded you of the night you spent together before he left, your ass up in the air with your chest pressed into the mattress while Mat held your hair to make you arch your back.

You went back to kissing his inner thighs after one last suck, obeying him and waiting to see what he wanted you to do next. Mat spaced out for a second, trying to regain control of himself but getting distracted by how good your mouth felt on him.

“Maty?” You asked quietly, looking up at him and awaiting his instructions. You would gladly take him back into your mouth if that was what he wanted, you just needed his permission to do so.

“C’mere,” He patted his lap and motioned you up, his back resting against the couch while you settled yourself over his thighs. “That’s a very pretty set you got baby, but it’s kind of getting in the way now,” Mat’s hands travelled up your ribs until his thumbs could brush over your nipples through the lace. “I think it’s about time it comes off,” He watched your nod and shook his head lightly. “I want words,”

“Yes,” You replied, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra and let it fall somewhere by the couch.

“God you’re beautiful,” Mat sighed as he took in the sight of your chest, lightly pinching your nipples and rolling them to hear you gasp. You often felt self conscious around him, you never got to work out as much as he did, but his almost constant compliments boosted your confidence.

He was never short of kind words and praises for you, and you returned them as often as you could, whether it was through touches, looks or words. His lips soon followed his fingers, attaching themselves to your chest and littering it with pretty red marks he was sure to spend time admiring for the next few days.

His teeth bit and tugged gently, never stopping until a little whimper had fallen from your lips because of the bit of pain that came with the pinching. You weren’t always in the mood for it, but if the way you rolled your hips against him was any indication, Mat would say today was one of the days he could bite a little harder.

Your panties were completely ruined from the way you were dripping, still wearing them even though they were in the way of everything you wanted to do with Mat.

“These need to fucking go,” He practically growled when he felt the material against his cock. He was done playing, he needed to get rid of anything that was between your bodies.

“Mathew don’t-” You barely had a chance to say anything before his hands were at your sides, grabbing onto the delicate lace and ripping it apart.

You pouted as it fell to the floor, but the hunger in Mat’s eyes was too strong for him to care. He could buy you a new set later to make up for it.

“Come on baby,” He cupped your ass and pulled you onto him, getting your pussy to rub hard against his cock. Your eyes rolled back at the perfect friction you felt on your clit, but you didn’t get a chance to feel it again before Mat lifted you and placed the head of his cock as your entrance.

You sat down on him slightly, feeling him stretch your walls a little while his hands caressed the sides of your thighs and waist.

“You’re so big,” You winced as you moved down, holding him tighter and turning your head to hide it into his neck. No matter how many times you were with him, it always took you a minute to adjust to his size. Mat wasn’t small by any means.

“Come on baby,” He gave your ass a gentle squeeze in response. “You’re almost there,”

“Mmh,” You hummed your assent, slowly sinking down on him further until you were so full of him tears brimmed in your eyes.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned, feeling your ass meet his thighs. “You’re doing so good baby,”

His hands guided you to move slowly, making you roll your hips rather than lift yourself so that he could stay all the way inside of you for a little bit longer. The clenches of your pussy around him made his moans mix with yours, deep sounds that went straight to your core and made you drip over him.

Your bodies were closer than ever, Mat’s chest pressed against yours and your head in his neck while you clutched his back and lifted yourself to give him what you knew he was patiently waiting for. Your nails digged into his back, dragging over his skin and leaving scratches he’d tease you for but secretly loved. He liked leaving hickeys to mark you as his, and he enjoyed being marked as yours just as much.

The whole team knew how well he could fuck you just from the marks they saw on his body when they showered after practice, which earned you a few misplaced winks from Tito whenever he said “easy tiger” as a joke.

“I don’t know how long I can hold on,” You whimpered, lifting your head as well as you could to look into his eyes. Your hips followed a steady rhythm, lifting yourself off his cock and sinking back down fully every time to feel all of him.

It felt so overwhelmingly good that tears began to slowly roll down your cheeks, small whines escaping you every time he pressed against your sweet spot.

“Look at you,” Mat cupped your face, leaning forward to kiss the tears off your cheeks. “Such a good girl fucking yourself on my cock like that,”

“It’s so good Mat, I missed it so much,” You got wordier than usual. He was always the one with the dirty mouth, whispering sinful things to you as a joke at first until he realised how much it turned you on. He had kept on doing it ever since, using it to make you react or to hear you give him the go ahead with anything he might want to try.

“Yeah? Tell me exactly what you missed.” He mouthed at your jaw for a second, giving it a little nip that made your whole body tighten in surprise.

“I missed your cock,” You gasped while he nodded, encouraging you to keep on talking. “Missed you filling me with your cum,” You fell forward against him, nuzzling your face into his neck and pressing your chest to his to feel closer again. Mat’s reaction to your words was loud, and he followed his moan with a newfound grip on your hips to guide you to keep bouncing your ass. You knew you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers in a few hours.

“Faster,” He ordered you, panting and pulling your hips down hard to accompany his statement.

“I’m so close,” You choked out, barely holding on. The slow start had already gotten you close to the edge, and speeding up had your body trembling with anticipation of a release.

“Don’t stop,” His moan almost made you come right there and his abs clenched while his thighs trembled as he approached his high too. He didn’t want you to come first, he needed a release he could ride out without worrying about making you overly sensitive. He had long plans for the night, but there was only so much your body could handle.

You struggled to keep up with the rhythm he set, whimpering your way through every thrust while Mat grunted into your ear and began lifting his hips to meet your movements. You fell apart right there, unable to stop it any longer, and he followed right after you. He whimpered quietly as he filled you, feeling you squeeze around his throbbing cock rhythmically.

“That’s my good girl,” He breathed out the words he knew you always craved to hear. You’d do just about anything for him to tell you that.

Mat smoothed your hair back, the tenderness coating his movements contrasting with the way he was treating you a second ago. You’d both need time to come down, and he never wanted you to get away from him.

You remained close for several minutes, neither of you wanting to accept you’d have to get up at some point. This was the closest you had been able to get in weeks, you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. You had missed everything about him, but a lot of it was simply his presence.

You had missed getting to hug him every day, his smell on the bed sheets, the lingering scent of his body wash in the bathroom after he showered, the sound of his humming when he made you coffee in the morning, the warmth of his skin when he was cuddled up against you. You could still talk when he was away, but nothing could make up for that.

“Can you move baby?” Mat eventually whispered, hands trailing up and down your spine. He wasn’t too comfortable, and if he was only going to hold you he’d rather just do that in bed.

“Mmh,” You got up on wobbly legs, feeling your wetness and Mat’s cum drip down your thighs.

He noticed too and reached forward to catch it with his fingers before bringing it straight back to your pussy. He cupped you with his whole palm, a strangled noise coming from you while he rubbed against your slick folds gently, mixing your fluids and watching you struggle to keep standing.

“I can’t stand,” You leaned to rest your hands on his shoulders, your chest so close to his face that he couldn’t resist. He sucked one of your hard nipples into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, chuckling when your knees buckled and you almost fell over him.

“Bedroom, now,” He decided as he pulled away, dropping his hand and carelessly wiping it on his thigh as he got up. You were about to make a mess on the bed anyway, he’d worry about it later.

You fell back on the bed and adjusted a pillow behind your head, smiling without bothering to hide yourself. Mat fell in love all over again at the sight, he didn’t get to admire you much at the start of your relationship, you were too self conscious, but after all the time you had spent together you were now comfortable around him. You still had your insecurities but you never felt the need to hide.

He crawled on top of you slowly, resting enough of his weight on top of you to pin you down while making sure he wouldn’t crush you. Your legs were parted to accommodate him so that you were both settled comfortably with smiles on your faces.

“I love you,” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his neck, craving more affection.

“I love you too,” Mat kissed the tip of your nose. “So much,” He knew you liked him handling you roughly from time to time, but you needed love and reassurance.

You had talked and set limits about what was safe to try a long time ago when you started getting a little kinky together, but it hadn’t been enough. You spent too much time thinking of the physical aspect of things and forgot about the emotional side. Everything Mat did had been discussed, it was all supposed to be okay, but you quickly found out you weren’t into it by how fast you blurted out your safeword one night. You liked him being dominant, yes, but you didn’t like feeling used.

Mat was too freaked out to try again for a while, he had done no harm but he was scared he would, so he put a stop to it for some months.

It took more talks and fine tuning to get back into playing like that. All you needed was his reassurance, so you both switched things up to a dynamic that had to do with praise and made sure to take time in between rough moments for softer ones.

Mat was always careful, he knew he’d be pushing your limits tonight and he needed to make sure he could do that safely. Giving you kisses and repeating how much he loved you was his way of making sure you’d feel safe and relaxed.

You knew he’d never hurt you, and that he’d never let you feel self conscious about a single thing.

Your hand moved from the back of his neck to his face while you observed him, committing this image to your memory. He looked different than when he left. He was just as pretty, but the beard changed his face and you had been waiting so see what it’d be like in person.

“You like the beard baby?” He smiled softly, watching the way your eyes took him in.

“It feels different,” You let your knuckles run over his cheek, feeling how rough it was from the usual soft shaven skin or light stubble.

“Good or bad different?”

“Good, but I don’t know if it’s better than usual. You look beautiful either way,” You were getting lost in his eyes, your body blissfully relaxed against the mattress now that he had helped you calm down.

“How about,” Mat paused for a second to place a kiss on your palm. “You let me know how it feels against your thighs and pussy, mmh?” Your eyes widened at his words, and he watched the way your lips parted slightly. “You want that baby?”

His eyes looked so innocent, so soft and gentle, and it only made his words more powerful. You were already about to explode just from the way he talked, you’d last absolutely no time with his mouth on you.

“Yes,” You managed to whisper loud enough that it reached his ears, and Mat wasted no time.

His lips fell to your neck to add marks to the collection that was already blooming on your skin. He was all too aware of the kind of moans he was sometimes about to pull out of you just from that, and he wanted to hear them. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, threading through the strands and gently guiding his head down to your collarbone to get him towards the place you actually needed him.

Mat caught on easily, smiling against your skin and spending a little less time on your chest than he normally would to focus on trailing down to your inner thighs instead. He could spend hours kissing, licking and nipping at your sides until you writhed underneath him, but it would only make you too impatient.

The sight of his head between your legs was enough teasing for you already. No matter how much you enjoyed the shivers that ran down your spine when Mat kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, nothing beat the actual waves of pleasure that crashed over your body when he sucked on your clit, and you were desperate for him to do just that.

His mouth hovered over your pussy for a second, letting you feel the warmth of his breath while he looked up at you. You were staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling fast in anticipation. Mat almost moaned knowing he was the one who put you in that state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your folds and let his tongue come out to lap at your wetness.

He hummed against you and made you shiver before moving your legs to let you rest your heels against his back. Your knees remained spread wide open, letting him access any part of you he wanted. Mat was a little busy to actually see you, but all he could think as he smothered his face in you was that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Let me hear you baby,” He lifted his head and rested his palm flat on your stomach in anticipation of having to keep you down. “Don’t hold back, I wanna know how good it feels,”

You looked down to meet his eyes when you saw he wasn’t doing anything, and he gave you a soft smile that had nothing to do on his face in a position like this one. His lips parted around your clit, his tongue gently teasing it while he kept the eye contact going. He gave you a tentative suck, earning a quiet moan from you that filled him with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” He mumbled into your pussy before his eyes fell shut and he truly dove in.

Your head fell back and you were thrashing in his arms a second later, unable to keep your hips still and fisting the bed sheets tightly in your hands in hope of anchoring yourself. He was alternating broad licks and sucks with tiny kitten licks that made you squirm, but you only really lost it when he pushed two fingers inside of you.

The wet noises that were coming from his mouth and your pussy were sinful, as were your moans that spurred him on to devour you until you couldn’t think anymore. Mat was eating you out like it was the last time and his fingers curling against your sweet spot had your muscles quivering with pleasure.

“You like that baby?” He barely came up for air, face glistening with your wetness, but you couldn’t even think of letting him have a break.

“Don’t stop,” You whined, a hand flying to his hair and pushing him back down. He made a startled noise but didn’t object, diving right back in with his tongue out to lick over the most sensitive parts of you. “I’m so close, you’re doing so good just please, please don’t stop,”

Your back arched off the bed as he picked up the speed with his fingers, eagerly sucking and flattening his tongue over your clit the way he knew drove you absolutely mad. Mat loved pleasing you, and if you weren’t currently pushing his face down he’d lift it to tell you how much he wanted you to come on his fingers and tongue. You were seconds away from it either way, he could tell from how hard he had to hold you to force you to keep your legs open.

His one arm could only do so much when his other fingers were buried deep inside of your pussy, and you tried your best not to tighten your legs around his head too much when your orgasm hit you. It made your whole body go tight, your walls squeezing so hard around his fingers that he struggled to keep moving them to ride you through it. He moaned in unison with you, proud of himself when he felt the way your body reacted to him.

His tongue moved on you slowly when you began to whimper, breathing slower and letting your legs fall down on the mattress. He tried to avoid your clit, only lapping up your wetness to clean you up although he couldn’t resist teasing it a little just to hear the cute overstimulated noises you were making.

You came down with a blissed out smile on your face, threading your fingers through Mat’s hair and massaging his scalp with the little strength you had left.

“Satisfied?” He rested his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Mmh,” Your mind was too foggy for you to form many words. “Almost,”

“Almost?” He couldn’t believe it, thinking you would have at least needed a break before you asked for another round.

“Can’t be satisfied until you are,” You nodded, referring to the way he had subconsciously been rutting his hips against the mattress while eating you out to get something out of it.

Mat bit hip lip, wondering how much more you’d be able to handle. You would have said it if you needed some time, but you sounded like you were already waiting for him to fuck you again. He had plans for it, positions he wanted you into because he knew it made him hit you at the perfect angle, but he needed you to be able to hold yourself up.

So, instead of giving in to what you both craved, he got up from the bed and went to retrieve two water bottles from the fridge. It would give you just enough of a break to get ready for what he had left in store.

You both knew the day was still far from over.

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ivyglow · 4 years ago

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hookingminor · 3 years ago

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I AM IN SHAMBLES

how about mat wants to shave the playoff beard but knows you’ll miss it so you ask him to eat you out one last time before he shaves it (i would kill to have that face in between my thighs)

Sorry for the waiiit, ik the playoffs were agesss ago 😅 let's post this as a manifestation that we get to see the beard again sooner rather than later ✨ I have yet again put my trust in Grammarly so pls excuse any typos

Warnings: pre-established relationship, smut, beard burn, eating out, multiple orgasms, a hint of biting, squirting (oopsie), and some sweet aftercare to wrap it all up... I just went for it with this one hehe Words: 1,6K

"Babe?" you hear Mat shout from the bathroom.

"Yeah" you reply as you make your way over.

"Have you seen my razor?" he's squatted down looking through the bathroom cabinets, running a hand through his hair.

You bite your lip, you'd been dreading this moment and as he looks up at you, you avert his eyes and shake your head.

"No?" he arches a brow at you, slightly amused at your behavior - he knows you too well.

"No" your voice is weak as you drag the word out a little, you don't trust yourself to form a bigger sentence. He stands up and walks closer to you. "So you have absolutely no idea where it could be?" his arm reaches out to brush over the skin on your shoulder, you feel almost shy under his gaze knowing you'll have to admit to him that you hid his razor last week.

You huff out a breath, "I'm not telling you"

He lets out a surprised laugh, "is that so?"

"I'm not ready yet" you shake your head, bringing a hand up to run through his beard to emphasize your statement.

"Well, I am" he gives you a soft smile.

You know you can't stop him from doing it, you know he needs to - for more than one reason. One of them being Lou's stupid rule, another being that he needed to let go of the playoffs.

"I know" you sigh, looking fingers still scratching at his beard, starting to miss it already.

His smile grows a little before he leans in to kiss you. "Now where did you hide it?" He says. "In my sock drawer," you admit, kissing him in an attempt to stall him. When he tries to break the kiss you chase his lips, grabbing onto his t-shirt to keep him close.

He breaks the kiss again, but as you let out a moan in protest his lips find your neck - his beard tickling your skin giving you goosebumps.

"How about I give you a little something to remember it by, hmm? make it last a couple days?" he murmurs into your ear.

You lean back to look into his eyes, checking if he's being serious.

"How does that sound?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you think about it.

You're nodding before you can gather yourself to speak - "yes, please". You've barely finished talking when he lifts you up by your waist, making you squeal as you wrap yourself around him. He carries you over to your shared bed. He gets on his knees on the bed with you in his arms still, attaching his lips to yours as he lowers you down on your back gently.

He sits up, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, taking it off smoothly. You set your weight on one of your elbows, reaching out to admire his toned chest with your other arm.

He grabs your hand, kissing your palm before placing it on his cheek making you feel his facial hair as he leans down - "focus, baby" he winks. His lips are on yours again as he works on undressing you, only breaking the kiss when he has to. He nuzzles into your neck once you're naked underneath him. And as you lay your back down on the bed you move your neck to feel more of him, feeling him smirk against your skin.

He's leaving kisses as he makes his way down your body, making himself comfortable between your legs. He gives you teasing kisses on your bare thighs, making sure to rub his cheeks against them, scratching your skin, which has you moving your hips in desperation - getting wetter by the second.

"Mat, please"

He smiles into the skin on your inner thigh, kissing his way closer to your center, "this what you want?" he ghosts his lips over your pussy, so close you can feel his breath.

"Yes"

You moan out as he licks through your folds, he wraps his arms around your thighs, making sure they're close enough so you can feel his beard on your skin as he sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan. You grab ahold of his hair, biting your lip into your mouth as his tongue works against you.

He makes sure to move his head, making the skin on your thigh feel rough from the scratching, your senses overloaded between the slight pain and immense pleasure.

You start to feel it in your stomach, tightening your hold on his hair as your mouth opens in a silent moan. You know that he knows when he starts sticking to one motion with his tongue with determination. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum on his tongue, pressing your thighs even closer around his head. He doesn't let up when you start to feel too sensitive, making you moan his name in protest.

He breaks away only to say "you can take it, I've got you" before he's moving one of his hands to your entrance, the other stays locked around your thigh as he pushes two fingers in. He knows you'd let him know if it was too much to handle. His tongue is relentless against your clit as he hooks his finger into your sweet spot making you come undone again shortly after.

He stills his fingers, keeping them in you as he finally looks up at you. You moan at the sight of him, his lips are red and swollen and his beard- you clench down on his fingers when you see it. Your arousal is spread around his lips, making his facial hair glisten.

"That feel good, baby?" he smiles, you bite your lip and nod. He rests his cheek against your inner thigh starting to move his fingers again once your breathing's evened out. Your skin is already burning from the friction, but it's drowned out as his fingers move in and out of you. You sit up a little and reach a hand out to cup his cheek, feeling your wetness on him, he doesn't take his eyes off of yours as his thumb finds your clit.

"Mat-" you sigh out,

"Yeah, that's it" he encourages, his eyes growing impossibly darker as he takes in the glow your sweat has left on your skin. He can feel your pussy get wetter and wetter as he fucks his fingers into you. As your back falls back onto the bed you grab your chest, your skin tingling when he wipes off the wetness around his mouth on your thigh before nipping at your skin.

Your breath quickens again, and he feels you pulse around his fingers - he looks down to see them disappear into you. His eyes move between your pussy and your face, a smug expression growing on his face as he makes an observation.

"You're gonna squirt, aren't you?" he coos.

You furrow your brows in pleasure, unable to reply as you moan out. Your vision blurs as his fingers move just the way you need them to, back arching as you feel your orgasm approach.

"there you go, pretty"

You feel your pussy gush around him, hearing him groan as you can't keep your eyes open, pleasure taking over your whole body. You can hear how wet it is as he removes his fingers to rub your clit, making you gush again. As you try to close your legs he removes his fingers from your center, kissing your thighs, stomach, hips, anywhere his lips can reach as you start to come down. He moves up your body, taking you into his arms to have you cuddled up against his side. he leaves soft kisses on your face, smiling as he sees your blissful expression despite how tired you might feel now.

When you finally open your eyes he's looking at you with a soft smirk - "might have to consider growing it out again before the season starts if that's what I get".

"Yes, please" you let out a small laugh, your voice croaky as you nuzzle further into him.

He kisses your temple "m'gonna draw you a bath, ok? be right back"

You nod, closing your eyes again, hearing him turn the water on. another moment passes before he's back, helping you out of bed and into the bathtub. It's not quite full yet, but he stays by your side until it gets to a level where he can join you without it spilling over the sides. He turns the water off before leaning in to kiss your lips.

"I'm just going to change the sheets quickly - because someone made a mess all over them - and then I'll be back"

Your cheeks flush with warmth, biting your lip. "Sorry" you drag the word out.

"Don't be" he laughs, "I love it when you squirt for me, you know that" he gives you one more kiss before going back to your bedroom. He comes back in no time, already undressed, getting into the bathtub behind you. You lay your head back on his shoulder, and smile as his beard tickles your skin softly when he kisses your neck. His hands wrap around you to rub the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Gotta get some lotion on that after" he murmurs.

You nod, humming in agreement. "There's some in the cabinet there" you point nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I know where the lotion is" and you know he rolls his eyes playfully even though you can't see it.

"Well, you didn't seem to know where your razor was" you tease.

"Who's fault was that, eh?" he tickles your side making you jolt with a laugh, splashing some water over the edge of the bathtub in the process.

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“i hate what i’ve become.” with mat? ty 🫶🏻

“I hate what I’ve become.”

this got very real and deep very fast don't ask me if I'm mentally okay after reading this because I'm clearly not

warnings: intense talk of insecurities

Social media was your worst nightmare even after years of handling it, you thought you had it mastered. You thought you could step back and block out negative comments and everything that made you feel like shit, but it was so much easier said than done.

And as much as you hated to admit it, Mat only made it worse. Being with Mat only made it worse. It was bad enough before you were his girlfriend, but now that you were officially public, it was exponentially worse.

The doom scrolling was the worst part of it all. You were so wrapped up in the toxicity of it all and couldn’t let it go. For hours you’d sit on Instagram, scrolling through the comments on his posts of you. Even if the positive comments outweighed the negative ones, you could only focus on every criticism of you. How you weren’t the typical WAG standard, how Mat must be cheating on you, how much better he could do.

Then came his tag posts, which were sometimes filled with vapid remarks about his alleged hookups or hateful judgements of your profile. Not to mention all the women he still followed that were stick thin and blonde and clearly got paid just to post bikini photos. You weren’t one to be bitter and misogynistic, but it was hard when everywhere you looked there were reminders of every beautiful ex Mat had or how ugly you were next to him.

It was all consuming and to the point where you just couldn’t handle it anymore. Like physically, you feared this comparison and criticism of yourself would be the death of you.

Realistically, you knew there was only one solution to this problem.

“We need to break up.”

Mat could not have been more blindsided by your words, his whole body coming to a dramatic halt at your blunt words. He was in the middle of making a sandwich for god’s sake. “Is this a joke?” Never in a million years would Mat have expected you to spring this on him.

“No,” you stated. “I think we should break up.”

The silence felt like it lasted hours while Mat’s brain tried to catch up with what you were saying. It was out of the blue and made no sense, and Mat still half believed you were just fucking with him.

“Why would we break up? Is there something wrong with us?” If he weren’t so genuinely confused by your outburst, he might be mad, but he was just lost. As far as he was concerned, you two were solid. Nothing big had happened to warrant a fight, let alone a breakup. “What’s going on, babe?”

“I just can’t do this anymore. I hate what I’ve become, and I can’t stand being like this, Mat,” you explained, which only confused him even more.

“What the hell are you even talking about? What can’t you do anymore? What’s wrong?” He walked to you in two long strides, enveloping your face in his hands while he scanned it for something. Anything.

“I can’t do being your girlfriend anymore,” you said. “All the comments and trolls and you being the literal hottest man to ever grace hockey while I’m just some girl.”

“Woah, where is this coming from? Who said this? Where are you getting this?” His questions came out at double speed, real fear setting in now that you might actually leave him.

“Instagram, twitter, those stupid blogs, I’m tired of it all, Mat.” Your voice broke on his name.

“When did all of this start?” He asked.

Mat never spent much time on social media anymore except to post something then log off, and you were sure he somehow had notifications set so only his friends showed up in his mentions. Of course he wouldn’t be focusing on all the bullshit they were saying about you.

“The day we met,” you snorted humorlessly. “We’ve been dating publicly for months now, and they’ve never slowed down. They’re never going to stop. As long as I’m with you, I’m always going to be hearing this shit and comparing myself to other girls.”

“As long as you’re with me?” The anger was starting to hit now. “I’m sorry, but am I missing the part where this is my fault? Have I ever made you feel like this? It shouldn’t matter what other people think. They’re all spineless assholes who have nothing better to do with their time but tweet insulting shit. I think you’re amazing and wonderful and hot and sexy and incredible. Doesn’t me loving you count for something?”

“Of course it does, Mat. And I love you, but this shit never stops. You don’t get it. You don’t get what it’s like to look at every single woman and wonder if you’d be more attracted to them than you are to me. To wonder if you’re just waiting until you find something better.” And he didn’t get it. Not when he looked like that and had all that money and fame and success. He would always be too good for you.

“Jesus Christ.” Mat’s heart broke at your confession. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

It was painful to hear about your insecurities, and that was the reason you never brought it up. It wasn’t Mat’s job to reassure you every time you were feeling down, especially when your bad days greatly outnumbered your good days. You felt like a burden when you told Mat about your problems.

You shrugged. “A long time.”

“And you really think breaking up will solve this?”

“It can’t make it any worse.”

Mat rethought his strategy. He clearly wasn’t letting you call off nearly a year-long relationship over something you hadn’t discussed more than just this one time, but it was also clear your mind was made up.

“Okay, well, I’ll just delete my Instagram then,” Mat said casually. So casually your eyes snapped up to his.

“What? No. You can’t do that,” you said defensively.

“If it’s the only way I can keep you then yes, I can,” he shrugged.

“Mat, don’t be stupid,” you scoffed, pushing him away with a hand though he wouldn’t budge.

“If anyone’s being stupid here it’s you,” he said without hesitation. “If you think I’m letting you breakup with me having not even discussed this with me, you’re insane. Clearly, this has all been taking a toll on you, and you won’t even tell me about it so we can handle it as a team.”

“There’s nothing to handle. I’ve already figured it out.”

“Totally.” Mat nodded. “You know that in a relationship we handle things together, right?”

And maybe he had a point, but this wasn’t his battle to fight. It’s not like he was the one whose self esteem had taken drastic hits.

“I just don’t see how this can work out when I’m constantly thinking about how awful I feel or look,” you said.

“Well, I can tell you how we can work this out,” Mat replied confidently. “First, you tell me when things get bad like this so you don’t have to be alone. Second, I will tell every single bastard online to fuck off if you want. Third, we both take a step back from social media. No name searching or doom scrolling or even posting, if that’s what you want.”

“It won’t work, Mat.” You tried the whole ‘taking a step back’ and ignoring shit. It doesn’t work.

“Have you tried it with me?” You shook your head. “We’ll spend our evenings learning new hobbies like it’s the 1800s or something. You can teach me how to crochet or bake bread. We’ll start new shows and explore the city doing stuff we never thought we’d do. We can go to every single bagel place in New York and rank them.”

“That’ll take years.” You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

Mat continued on, a smile tugging at his own lips. “We’ll go on vacations to the most remote places in the world with no cell reception. We’ll take pictures on polaroids and disposables like old people so that the only pictures we have are just for us. We’ll buy a house in the woods where we can go to escape whenever we think it’s all too much. When I retire we’ll move to the most secluded small town in Canada and put all of our efforts into starting a small business. There are so many things we haven’t tried yet.”

It all sounded so beautiful coming from Mat, and you couldn’t fight the smile that crept across your face as he listed off a million things for you to do. “You’re planning quite a far way into the future.”

“That’s because you are my future. I love you, and I want this to work. Your bad days are my bad days, and we should be handling this together. Like a team,” Mat said.

“We’re not qualified to start a small business,” you remarked, and he scoffed.

“Then we’ll both go to business school,” he teased. “We have years to plan that out.”

You knew he was joking about half the things he listed, but the fact that they were mostly all plausible options had you pausing to consider.

“Just give it a chance for us to work this out,” Mat pleaded.

And maybe it was the thought of hiking through South American mountains miles away from civilization or the thought of settling down with Mat in a home with your possible future children or the fact that you just loved Mat with all your heart, plain and simple, but you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” you said softly. “We’ll work it out.”

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matbarzyy · 5 years ago

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4 times you made Mat’s apartment feel like home and 1 time you didn’t

A/N: This is my first ever attempt at a 4+1, I figured it’d be fun to try. This is angst so that I don’t always post fluff/smut, I like to mix it up lol. It was supposed to be a relatively short one and I somehow ended up at 5k so enjoy I guess.

Word count: 5210

Warnings: Heartbreak I guess

One month.

It was the longest you had gone without seeing Mat since you had moved in together. You were both buzzing for him to come back so you could be sharing the same space again, you could never get enough of each other.

“Hello beautiful,” Mat’s grin was the biggest you had ever seen on his face, it was the kind of smile he could never fight off even if he wanted to.

“Hi handsome,” You returned the greeting with the words you used every time he called you. It started off as a joke but quickly became a habit that made both of your hearts flutter.

Mat didn’t hesitate to step forward and engulf you in a tight hug, his bags forgotten by the door.

“I missed you,” He breathed out, squeezing you against him and bathing in the feeling of holding you again. You smelled like home. It was everything he had been dreaming of alone in his bed, your warmth, the way you fit perfectly against his body.

“You’re never going anywhere without me again,” You mumbled against his chest, knowing you wouldn’t be pulling away for another minute or two at least.

You said it every time, you hated being away from him, but after you settled down together for a few days you went back to your usual mood. Mat needed to move, he loved hockey and visiting his family or travelling for games. You loved coming with him for those things, but sometimes he had to go alone and you were both okay with it.

Things never changed. You loved each other more than words could describe, some time apart would never break that. Every time Mat came home he still felt the exact same way about you, and you felt the exact same way about him. It was comfortable and safe to be together, you made each other happy.

“Do you mind if I go shower quickly? And then we can get cuddled up in bed?” Mat kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back gently as he pulled back to look at you.

“Can I come in the shower with you?” Your arms remained around his torso, refusing to let him go, and a soft smile grew on his face.

“Of course baby,”

There was nothing sexual about it, although you could never lie about what seeing Mat naked did to you. It was intimate and comforting, something you desperately needed after missing out on hugs and kisses for so long.

“You have no ideas how many times I dreamed of this with you,” Mat guided you under the stream of water so that you could rinse off the soap he had been rubbing over your body.

Steam was building up in the room, making the mirror foggy and warming up the air. You liked it that way, it meant less fighting between you and Mat to be under the hot water.

“It’s been the same here for me,” You kissed his jaw and guided him to turn around so that you could rub his back. “I think about you constantly,”

“You wanna go on a date tomorrow night?” He spoke softly as the tension fell from his muscles. You were magic.

“Of course,” You kissed his shoulder blade. “We always go on a date the day after you get back,”

“I know,” He hummed, turning back to face you. “I always look forward to it, it makes things feel normal again,”

“Mat?” You whispered because of how close he suddenly was, his hands at your waist and his forehead resting against yours.

“Mmh?”

“I love you so much it still overwhelms me every time I see you.” You told him without shying away. Mat was your safety, the person you confided everything in, and you opened your heart to him without hesitation.

His lips found yours without a reply, but the way he kissed you told you enough. You wrapped your arms around his neck to get closer and felt his own tighten around your body, pulling you in until the rest of the world disappeared. Mat murmured something against your lips when he gently pushed your back against the wall, but his lips were still so close to yours that you couldn’t decipher the words.

What he said didn’t really matter, Mat was home.

“It’d be cute if we had a puppy,” Mat finished folding your favorite blanket on the couch to tidy the living room. It was all he had found to keep himself busy, but since the place was already clean there wasn’t much for him to do.

“Mmh, yeah, maybe,” You smiled at him as you looked up from your laptop, barely hearing his words but replying anyway because you didn’t want to ignore him.

You still had a lot of work to do but Mat was being the most distracting person ever. He thought it was fair, it was his first weekend home in a long time and he hadn’t spent time with you apart from sleeping in at least three weeks, if not a month. He had then spent two days away and just got back. He knew it wasn’t like he left for a roadie or some other long trip, but he had still expected you’d catch up on quality time together.

“What kind of dog would you want?” He interrupted your focus once more, hoping it would start an actual conversation that would stop him from being so bored. He knew there were other things for him to do, but nothing he wanted to do without you.

“I don’t know Mat,” You half sighed, frowning as you struggled to put the end of your sentence together.

“I think a golden retriever would be cute,”

“I’m still working, you mind giving me just another hour of quiet?” You eventually tore your eyes from the screen to give him your full attention. It was what he wanted, but not exactly like this.

“Yeah sure,” Mat tried not to take it to heart, you didn’t sound snappy, but he still felt like you didn’t want him around.

He missed you and everything you used to do together, he couldn’t help being needy, and your rejection, although justified, hurt him.

You bit your lip as you got through the last of your emails, doing everything you had to get done by the end of the night while Mat stayed in your shared bedroom on his own. You almost called him over to tell him he could watch something with you while you worked, but it would be too distracting for you and you didn’t know if he was mad at you.

“Hey champ,” You quietly opened the door to the bedroom, tiptoeing to your side of the bed because it was the closest. “Can I join?” You knew he’d be watching hockey for a while still, and while you weren’t particularly in the mood to focus on a game you just wanted to be with him.

“Course,” He glanced at you but focused back on the screen quickly. He was clearly in work mode too, watching players carefully to see what he could pick up from them to up his game.

You hesitated for a second, wondering if you were bothering him, but you climbed into the bed anyway. Mat opened an arm wordlessly, inviting you to cuddle, and you didn’t need more to come rest against his side. Your eyes fell shut faster than you thought they would, you were too tired to focus on the game and the warmth of Mat’s body was all you needed to start feeling sleepy.

His body slid down with yours, putting you both under the covers while you blinked your eyes open. You didn’t realise it had been that long, and you stirred a little as you tried to look at him.

“What…”

“Shh,” He kissed your forehead, pulling away to grab the remote and turn the TV off. “Go to sleep,” He didn’t let you move much, wanting to keep you in the position you were about to fall asleep into.

“You were watching the game,” You mumbled, not complaining that you had to keep your head on his chest. It was warm and comfortable, you liked feeling his heartbeat under your palm where you rested your head.

“I don’t care about the game, just wanna cuddle you,” He usually watched players carefully, but he had only put this one on to wait for you. There was nothing he wanted more than to be in bed with you, every problem of the day long forgotten as you held onto each other.

Right there, watching you fall asleep on his chest, Mat felt at home.

“What are you all dressed up for?” You looked up from your work to see Mat just finishing to button his shirt.

“I just got back, it’s date night,” His heart deflated when he realised you had forgotten, but he felt a little bit better when you closed your laptop without hesitation.

“Shit, I’m sorry. What time do we need to be there?” You glanced at your watch and bit your lip nervously.

“In half an hour, it’s fifteen minutes away,” He had picked a restaurant you mentioned wanting to try, but now that he thought about it he figured he should have made reservations somewhere he was curious about.

“I’ll hurry, we might be five minutes late?” You hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at you.

Somehow, you would have preferred a little bit of anger you could talk out than the disinterested shrug he gave you as he replied.

“Sure, it’s whatever,”

You were still thankful he never, ever raised his voice. You couldn’t take that, he had known from the start that it would only make things worse. You had enough bad experiences with men yelling in your life and you didn’t want to have to deal with more, so he had promised to always talk things out with you. He promised that no matter the temper he sometimes had on the ice, that would never be him off it.

It was part of the reason you trusted him so much. He was a wall of muscles compared to you, but you were never scared of him because he had always acted as soft as a golden retriever puppy around you.

Mat busied himself on his phone while you rushed to put on a nice blouse with trousers you recently bought. You tied the look with a pair of heels and put on a little bit of makeup before grabbing your purse and phone to meet him at the door.

“Okay I’m ready,” You followed him quickly, heading to his car while you ran your hand through your hair in hope of making it look alright.

“You’ve been working insane hours lately,”

“So have you,” You didn’t want to be mean, but Mat was always training. Working overtime wasn’t that common for you, once you were out of the office you were the most normal person, whereas Mat’s job followed him everywhere and was much harder to plan around.

“I guess yeah,” He nodded, eyes focused on the road.

Things were different lately. You were distant, barely doing anything with him, and he knew part of it was his fault too. It was one of those hard times when everything felt out of place, but they had never lasted so long in your relationship before.

“The position for general manager is open, I’m really hoping I have a shot at it,” You explained to hopefully settle the mood in the car. There was a reason you were pushing yourself until late at night, and Mat felt bad for reacting that way.

“Oh wow, shit that’s good,” He cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You were busy,” You shrugged it off, trying not to make him feel like it was another dig at him.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t care,” His palm faced up when he rested his hand on his knee, hoping you’d take it.

“I know,” You placed your hand in his and squeezed reassuringly.

Dinner was still a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t as bad as the moment you spent in the car.

It was hard to place why, but the conversation felt forced. You had never found it so hard to talk to Mathew before, things had always flowed between you, but for the past few months you had grown on your own sides without sharing as much as you used to. The hockey season was just starting and you were following it, but you didn’t know as much as you should about what was going on with the team.

Mat told you about the guys and you struggled to catch up, not knowing much of what had been going on with any of his friends lately. You used to be tight with his team, they were like family, but you couldn’t even remember the last time you had even seen Tito.

Things were different, somehow, you had drifted apart and you were both clinging to something that would bring you back together. The drive back from the restaurant was quiet, music from the radio filling the gap that neither of you could acknowledge out loud.

You didn’t know where you fit in the bed that night, holding your pillow rather than Mat because he was taking too long in the shower. He never did that before, on any other date night you would immediately go to bed together, cuddling or more. Mat rarely took more showers than he needed unless he had something heavy on his mind, and he certainly never took that long in them.

You were half asleep when Mat slid into the bed behind you, burning hot from the water as he wrapped himself around your body to spoon you. You naturally relaxed against him, the tension you didn’t realise you were holding in your shoulders disappearing when he left a kiss on the back of your head.

“You know I love you, yeah?” Mat snuggled closer and made sure you were both comfortable under the covers.

“I love you too, so much,” You grasped his hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles.

As silence filled the room your hearts still beat together, soft thumps lulling you into a peaceful sleep. There were things to talk about, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. Mat knew that no matter what, you’d forever be his home.

“It’s just a week,” Mat told you as he put his bags by the door, Tito was already on his way to pick him up, it was only a matter of minutes now.

“Yeah,” You tried to smile weakly, but he didn’t make the same effort.

“Can we talk about whatever the hell is going on with us?” He forced himself to bring it up now. He didn’t want to come back and pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t, some issues needed to be addressed before he left.

He knew that when he came back you’d both fall back into each other, blaming this week of distance for everything that was wrong, but there was more to it.

“I feel like we’re falling apart, Mat,” You voiced the fears that had been in your mind for weeks. “I just… I don’t know. I should be excited you’re going to play, or sad you won’t be home, but things have been so empty lately,”

“It feels like it won’t even change anything,” He nodded, glancing down at his feet. You were both weirdly calm about starting this conversation, days of apathy towards each other leading you to feeling numb.

“But that used to be a good thing, it didn’t matter that you were home or away, we were always fine when we talked,” You didn’t understand how or when things shifted. Mat had always been your safety, your person. You could talk easily and feel close no matter how much time you spent apart, so how was it that you were never close even when he was home lately?

“We don’t talk though,” He pointed out, making you frown although you knew what he meant.

“We do,”

“You know it’s not the same,” He shook his head a little, biting his lip to bite back tears as he thought of a way to tell you what he needed without hurting you.

He couldn’t find one.

“But-“ You didn’t want to acknowledge how wrong things were. It was still okay, there were no big fights, things could all be fixed.

“Please don’t,” His voice was soft, apologetic for the words that were about to come out. “This isn’t working the way it used to,”

“It still works, I love you,” You couldn’t look away from his eyes, and Mat tried his best not to stare at the floor or somewhere else in the room. He could see the pieces of your heart falling apart one by one, and it was all his fault.

“I love you too, that will never change but… we can’t keep on going on like this,”

“Maty please,” Your voice cracked and your heart rate picked up from the panic that took over your body. His words had never scared you more than they did right this second.

“I’m sorry, you know I don’t want this anymore than you do,” His chest tightened, it killed him to see you like this. There was nothing he wanted more than to hug you, but it wouldn’t fix anything.

“Then don’t do it,” You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks, barely bothering to wipe them away.

“I’ll be gone for a week, and I think it might be good for us to get a break,” He tried to soften the blow as well as he could. “Maybe we can just think about this for a bit rather than try to talk or whatever, and we can… we can have a conversation when I get back,”

“So what? We’re just going to ignore each other for a week until you come home and tell me you want to break up with me?” You took a step back when he tried to reach for your hand. The look of hurt that finally became obvious on his face was nothing compared to how much of a mess you already were.

“I don’t want to break up with you,”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re very sure about that,” Your chest shook with a single sob, forcing you to bite down on the inside of your cheeks.

His silence told you everything you needed to know.

It was suffocating.

Your eyes searched his for a sign that he still wanted you, but they lacked the spark they used to have whenever he looked at you.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” He eventually spoke up, his voice soft, like he was afraid anything he said could break you.

“I don’t want that either,” You were too shocked to say anything, the weight of his silence still hanging in the air.

“So let’s talk when I get back, okay?” He concluded before you could process anything else, completely numb and frozen on the spot.

“Okay,” You vaguely felt his lips brush over your forehead, and a second later the front door was falling shut behind him.

Calling in sick to work was your only option.

You could barely drag yourself out of your bed, let alone take a shower, get dressed and head to the office.

You didn’t receive a single text from Mat, not even when his flight landed. He always told you he had arrived safely. Always. Checking your phone for what felt the millionth time since you woke up made you sigh. The screen was still blank apart from a couple of notifications from your friends trying to make sure you were okay.

You weren’t, but they knew that already. They’d understand if you took ages to reply, so you kept on ignoring them as you buried your face in Mat’s pillow and shed some more tears.

How could he do this? How could he leave for a whole week and never want to talk to you? You were struggling not to call him with every second that passed, it consumed every bit of energy in your body, so how was he having fun with his friends and playing games at his best while you couldn’t even bring yourself to eat?

The only answer that came to you was something you never thought you would ever consider.

Mat didn’t love you anymore.

He fidgeted with his phone on the way back from the airport, wondering if you remembered what time he was supposed to land. He hoped you did, because he still didn’t text you. He had gotten plenty of time to himself, too much of it even, and if it wasn’t for the team keeping him busy he would have never made it through so many days of not talking to you.

He had made up his mind. It was easy once he was out of the apartment, all he had to do was imagine himself coming home. The only thing he wanted when he pictured that was you, and it told him everything he needed to know. No matter what was wrong lately, there was a way to make it better. You were the love of his life and he’d never give up.

Now all he had to do was come back to you and fix it.

“I’m back,” He called out after closing the door behind himself, leaving his bags down and listening carefully to see if you were home. You were always there to greet him, surely you had to be there.

You came into view a second later, dressed in leggings and an old concert t-shirt that was so worn out the band logo on it was almost gone. Your hair was messily pulled back, but the thing that hurt Mat the most was the look on your face.

He had seen you in plenty of messy, lazy outfits, but you were still always smiling. This was different. The bags under your eyes told him you hadn’t been sleeping, and you were so pale he worried you’d pass out right there in front of him.

His heart almost stopped knowing he caused this. He was the reason for your pain, and he needed to fix it.

“Can I hug you?” Mat stepped forward hesitantly, but you moved back and shook your head, tears already brimming in your eyes.

“I love you so much Mathew,” You wrapped your arms around yourself, not knowing where to start but with the way you felt.

“Hey, don’t-” He felt himself crumble at your broken tone. How could he have done this to you? How could he have left you thinking he’d ever want to break up with you?

“No, stop,” You sniffled, trying your hardest not to break into sobs. You had prepared yourself to say this in your head, but you couldn’t realise how much harder it would be once you were facing him. “I just- I don’t get where you stopped loving me,”

“I didn’t,” He replied instantly, his eyes widening and his heart sinking in his chest.

“That’s not true,”

“Why are you saying that?”

“Because this week has been the worst week of my life,” You clenched your fist so tightly your nails dug into your palm. The pain was grounding, it was always better than acknowledging the ache in your chest. “And you just went about it like it was fine,”

“I just needed some time to think,” The guilt was so overwhelming he felt sick in his stomach. You had never doubted his feelings for you before, he was always good at reassuring you, but he had ruined years of trust before leaving.

“I don’t need time to know how much I love you,”

“Love isn’t all you need to keep a relationship going,”

“Well, it sure as hell can’t keep going when you don’t have at least that,” You bit your tongue as you hinted to where this conversation was going.

It was the only way to make it right. If Mathew didn’t love you anymore you had to let him go.

“You don’t want this anymore,” His shoulders dropped and he had to catch himself against the door, ready to collapse. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision.

“This is all I want. You’re all I want, but I can’t have that if you don’t want it as much as I do,”

“I don’t want to be without you,” He wiped his cheeks repeatedly, annoyed at the flood but unable to stop it. His voice trembled as he continued, short quick breaths making his chest shake. “I’m sorry I left like this, but we can work on this- I- I just got home… Just let me make this right,” He couldn’t bear the thought of being alone here, without you. You gave the place life, you gave him life. He had no home if he wasn’t with you, he couldn’t let you go like this.

“Mat… I’d go to the end of the world for you, I don’t even think you realise… I- it’s been so hard for me, I’ve had to keep up and deal with so much,” You couldn’t even begin to count the reasons you shouldn’t have gotten together in the first place, and Mat knew it too. There was a lot to sort out on both sides, but you had decided to ignore it all together to make it work no matter what. “It was all worth it to be with you, and I’d do it a million times again, but I’m not strong enough to do this if you can’t love me the way I love you,”

“I do love you,” He needed to repeat it a million times again, but you wouldn’t listen. Mat lip trembled as he thought he couldn’t even hold you to make it better.

“Not in the same way,”

“Don’t do this please,” He begged, knowing where he messed up but refusing to let it happen so easily. “How- how can you think I don’t love you?” He choked on his words. “After everything, I- I just-”

“You said it yourself, this isn’t working the way it used to,” The way you reused his words made him feel like you were stabbing him straight in the heart. This was all his fault, so why was there nothing he could say to make you believe he loved you?

“So we’re not even to try and talk about how we can fix it? I didn’t need to think about my feelings for you when I was away, I’ve always loved you, I love you, I-”

“There’s no way to fix this, look at us!” You interrupted and motioned between the two of you, the space that was there was unnatural. It was the first time he made it through the door and didn’t immediately cross the distance to hug you.

“I can’t lose you,”

“I’m sorry Mathew, I’ll… I’ll come get my stuff over the weekend,” You had already made plans to sleep somewhere else, but you didn’t have the heart to pack before he made it home.

“No,” He stayed in front of the door, shaking his head vehemently and clenching his jaw while you took a step closer to the exit. “You can’t do that!” His voice boomed through the apartment. You shrunk on yourself before he even realised what he had done. “Baby no,” His eyes widened in panic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I’m sorry,” He repeated, watching the tears flood your cheeks.

He left without reassuring you he still loved you, he let you think he wanted to break up with you, and just as he tried to fix it, he managed to break the most important promise he ever made to you.

“Let me go,” You sniffled, waiting for him to move.

Mat could do nothing but step aside.

+1.

Empty.

It was a fitting word for both the apartment and Mat.

He should have been happy to be home, but this place wasn’t it. He thought it would be for some time, but nowhere would ever feel like home unless you were there.

Dealing with you leaving had turned him into a wreck, so for some time Tito told him he should come live with him. It helped a little, he wasn’t as lonely and it stopped him from getting in his head.

He knew he’d have to come back eventually, Tito had his own life and Mat couldn’t constantly be in the middle of it.

Everything he was normally happy to find was missing. The plant on his coffee table was dead from the lack of water, and he thought it was a pretty good representation of how things were going for him lately.

He didn’t get to come home to you, he didn’t get a hug, he didn’t feel his heart flutter at the softness of your voice when you said you missed him, he didn’t feel your warmth or take in the sweet scent of your perfume.

Dropping his bags in the bedroom was torture.

The closet was open, showing off the empty half he couldn’t bring himself to start using. He remembered how he used to joke about being annoyed his shirts always ended up in your pile because you wore them so much.

The apartment was dead silent, it left plenty of room for Mat’s thoughts to take over his mind.

He missed you like hell. Every time he thought he was over it he turned around and got reminded of you by the smallest thing. Finding a hair tie under his bed felt like a slap in the face, a painful reminder of what used to be. Mat knew it probably ended up there after he took it out of your hair one night because he liked running his fingers through it as you both fell asleep, and his thoughts then moved on to the bed itself.

He could barely look at it, let alone sleep in it. The bedsheets no longer smelled like you although he still used the fabric softener you liked, your pillow remained untouched now that he was done crying into it, and Mat had to clench his jaw to keep tears at bay as he moved to the living room.

The soft red blanket you had bought to bring colour to the place was still on the couch. He slept with it when you left, and his pillow was still resting against the armrest. He almost considered moving for a moment, there were plenty of places to live in New York, he didn’t need to keep this apartment if he couldn’t even deal with standing in the bedroom anymore.

He knew it might help, but it wouldn’t fix anything. He’d have less reminders but just as many thoughts.

He’d never find a home without you.

I’m not 100% happy with how this one turned out but I don’t have a lot more energy to give it so I’m posting it anyway. Hope it was still okay to read for you guys, comments and feedback are always much appreciated.

Please reblog!

#mat barzal #writing #fluff #angst #mathew barzal fic #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal fluff #mathew barzal angst #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal angst #nhl imagine #nhl fic #isles13 #islanders

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ivyglow · 4 years ago

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Hi I love your new layout however I can never find you on my dash. Anyways, I think they should give Barzy the A next season because I want to see how big his ego will get.

hey, baby! I’m glad you like it <3 you can’t find me anymore because you’re not used to the new pp or because Tumblr doesn’t show my posts anymore? if the latter, you can go to settings > general settings > dashboard preferences > and you deactivate the “best stuff first” option, so maybe me and some other people you follow will start appearing more. Hope it helps somehow <3

maybeee, this is a good guess actually, I would like to see it too, he would walk around wearing that smug grin of his jajajaj now I’m picturing isles13 with an A on his jersey...hot.

#mel late answers #< maybe this will be a thing now idk lol #mel answers #anon #long live the queue

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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This was way too fucking loud holy shit

spending the whole day just fucking w m*t but more specifically spending the whole day being pumped full of his cum??? the sun’s rising as he wakes you up grinding his morning wood against your ass from behind you so you end up lazily and sloppily fucking while spooning, with him raising your leg up to get an even better angle, and he cums inside you and stays there until you both fall back asleep. when you wake up again later in the morning this time, hes still inside you and you start rocking back and forth on his length until he wakes up groaning, getting hard again. you continue til hes fully hard and slip off him, feeling your juices drip drown your legs, only to push him back down when he gets up to protest. you easily slip back on him while hes sleepily smiling up at you with his boyish grin, amused at your tits and how hot you look in the morning while grabbing your ass and helping you bounce up and down. when you both come, he feels your juices running down his length and dripping down his balls, making a mess on the sheets. you decide to get up to shower, where you give him a hand job and he fingers you while you’re both trying to freshen up for the day. you’re in the kitchen now trying to cook breakfast but he gets hard seeing you in nothing but a thong and his tshirt, so he takes you from behind on the counter where one leg is propped up on to help him get a better angle, pulling your thong to the side. he shoots ropes up into your cunt, and pulls out while your mid orgasm to watch your pussy clench and push out his cum, before he pushes it back in with his fingers, milking you through it. then its back to normal after he puts your thong back in place so you can eat breakfast and fuel up for the day ahead of you. you’re then making out on the couch, still feeling his cum drip out of you marking a spot on his joggers, before riding him again, while he pulls your (his) shirt up just enough to suck on your tits as they bounce up and down. he cums inside you before you do, so he makes you sit on his face while he eats you and his own cum out too. the whole time, hes still hard and his dick is twitching and leaking of precum hearing your whimpers and moans from above him. after, he takes you back to bed where you suck him off and he fucks you in missionary, deep and slow, this time finishing on your all over your abdomen and helping you chase your high by going back inside and watching you scoop his cum into your mouth and spreading it onto the peaks of your tits. youre a moaning mess as you finish, and hes cumming inside you again while groaning right into your ear about how good you look so fucked out and full of his cum, and how hes gonna knock you up and how hot youd look carrying people half of him. you didnt think much about his breeding kink before but as youre laying with your back against his chest in the bathtub, the slips his hand under the water to rest against your navel and thats when you realize you have some things to talk through with him

it’s like reading a college acceptance letter i- I LIVE FOR THIS this is perfect i will have this framed

#when my blog becomes breeding kink only #then what #fics #isles13

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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this is how I'm feeling rn

Open Invitation (pt.3)

a/n: Here we are, part three! It’s still filthy, still spicy, and I’m just going to apologize to you all in advance about the torture I’m about to put you through. But at the same time, I shouldn’t apologize because that’s just how this fic is. So, sorry not sorry. Once again, let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist for this fic and I will gladly oblige. Edit: turns out today was a perfect release day because Mat Barzal finally signed!!!!

Taglist: @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @matbaerzal @matbarzyy @hookingminor @extratragic @dreamypeaches @sweetlittlegingy @puckbitchesgetmoney @hit-em-with-the-four @thirteenisles

Song Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: A little bit of dom!Tito, semi-public sexiness, and oral + fingering… kind of? You’ll understand.

~Part 1 ~Part 2

GIF credit x

You felt warm. And it wasn’t the November humidity that was causing it. Nor was it caused by all the bodies crammed into the small New York bar. It wasn’t even Tito’s hand firmly planted on your upper thigh that was causing the fire to be ignited underneath your skin. It was the fact that as soon as you and Tito walked into the bar and met up with the rest of the Islanders team, Mat hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

Keep reading

#I NEED ANOTHER PART RIGHT NOWWWWW #LIKE IMMEDIATELY #why must I suffer so #fics #isles13 #I'll leave Tito's tag out this one time since it's mainly barz

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hookingminor · 3 years ago

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nothing new (taylor’s version) - mat barzal

and my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles are we only biding time 'til I lose your attention? and someone else lights up the room?

For someone as confident as Mat was, he always had his doubts when it came to your relationship. They were subtle at first, just a nagging thought in the back of his mind that you were too good for him or too smart for him or destined for more than what he could offer you. And over the course of your relationship, they just got a little louder.

You’re the beauty, she’s the brains, your kids will be all set in the future.

You could have any guy you want, Y/N. Why’d you settle for a little playboy like him?

Must be nice to always be the smartest person in the room, huh, Y/N?

I don’t know how you put up with him all the time, Y/N.

How’d you get Mat to give up his playboy life?

Those were the comments Mat heard all the time. From your family, your friends, his teammates, he’d heard them all. Mat never claimed to be a saint, but the remarks always rubbed him the wrong way. There wasn’t one moment in your relationship where he’d been unfaithful to you or even thought about straying, and everyone always made it seem like it was the biggest sacrifice for him. Like you weren’t completely worth giving up casual hookups for.

It annoyed Mat how they’d so easily disregard your relationship and, in turn, disrespect you. Still, those comments didn’t annoy him as much as the ones that claimed you were too good for him. Which Mat knew, but he hated the feeling of doubting you. He knew you’d never leave him for something as superficial as a steady job that didn’t include traveling for half the year, but the thoughts consumed him.

“What are you thinking about over there, pretty boy?”

Mat’s train of thought was cut off by your voice, and your hand stilled in his hair. You were currently in the middle of watching a movie and laying down on the couch, but Mat had checked out a while ago. Normally, the nickname ‘pretty boy’ irritated him, mainly because others used it to poke fun at him, but he knew you never meant it with malicious intent.

“Nothing,” he mumbles against your chest.

“Come on, you know I know you better than that,” you pushed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just—” he starts. “Does it bother you how everyone calls me a playboy?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “No,” you state without hesitation. “What are you trying to say, Mat?”

“Everyone always says how you’re too good for me, and it bothers me,” Mat admitted. “But I can’t help but think they’re right. You are too good for me. You’re smart and educated and have hobbies and interests and have a whole career ahead of you… What happens when my career is over in ten years? Fifteen years? And I have nothing to fall back on, and you’re stuck with me?”

“Mat,” you say with a frown, tilting his head back so he’s forced to look at you. He tries to avoid your gaze. “Hey, look at me.” You cup his face in one hand.

“It doesn’t bother me that you have a past, Mat. With the way you look, it’s impossible to not have a past, and I don’t care. What other people say doesn’t get to me because I trust you wholeheartedly, and I know you’d never do something to intentionally hurt me,” you replied. “As for the second part of that, whether your career lasts one more year or five or fifteen, I’m still going to be here. You’re so much more than just hockey even if you don’t think so, and you’re so much more to me. I love you, Mat. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re sure it doesn’t bother you?” You nodded your affirmation.

“I didn’t think it bothered you, but I wish you would’ve told me,” you said. “I would’ve yelled at all of them to go fuck off.”

Mat fell silent, letting his head drop back down to rest on you.

“Just so you know, you’re not the only one with doubts either,” you continued. “I think the same thing sometimes too.”

That caught his attention. “What do you mean?”

“I know your past, Mat, and while it doesn’t bother me, it’s still there,” you explained. “I know I’m not your type. I know every girl you’ve been with before me looks nothing like me. Your exes were all gorgeous. Hell, your whole roster’s gorgeous, and I know I can’t compete in that department. We both know you could have any instagram model you want, so trust me when I say I think about it too.”

“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you,” he said. “I don’t care about any other woman remotely interested in me. Past, present, or future.”

“I know, which is why I’m able to brush it off,” you smile. “Because I love you and trust you and know you love me.”

“Good, because I do love you. A lot. Like, so much it makes my head spin sometimes,” he said, returning your smile.

“And I love you so much it makes my stomach do flips,” you add. “Have I put all your doubts to rest yet?”

“I don’t know, I think I might need a kiss or two to really seal it,” Mat teases, causing you to tug lightly on his hair in retaliation and roll your eyes.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

You’re both grinning like idiots when you lean down to kiss him, and he even playfully bites your lip to pull a gasp from you. Mat doesn’t miss a beat, parting your lips with his tongue, sweetly deepening the kiss.

“I love you.” It comes out muffled against your mouth.

“I love you too, Mat.” You peck him again for good measure. “Always.”

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #my writing #blurbs #isles13 #red tv blurbs

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hookingminor · 3 years ago

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dialogue 1&31 with mat please🥰

31. “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

I got 1 for someone else :( srry

There was a reason you didn’t bring Mat shopping, and it was because he had the attention span of a goldfish and got easily distracted by almost anything you put in his line of sight. Not to mention you frequently lost him in the mall like he was a toddler. Sometimes you thought you needed to give him one of those leash backpacks they made for kids so he wouldn’t stray.

For instance, when you brought him along with you and sent him on a mission to get Anthony’s gift (a new set of kitchen knives and pans for his new apartment), he ended up in the home decor section rifling through hideous wall art.

“Mat, our apartment is already decorated,” you reprimanded him after you scoured the entire kitchen section to no avail. He hadn’t even made it to the kitchen part of the store.

“But these look so cool!” He said defensively.

“No they don’t. Now let’s keep moving.”

Then he wandered off in the jewelry store as you searched for a gift for your mother, and you found him two stores over in the candy shop filling a plastic bag of loose gummy sharks. After that, you had to hold his hand as you dragged him through the Apple store to buy his father a new iPad, but he managed to disappear again after you left to try on some on sale jeans.

At that point you decided to let him wander wherever he wanted while you continued crossing items off your to-buy list. You figured he’d end up in the food court with some cinnamon pretzels after buying another pair of ugly shoes that cost way too much money, but hey, it was his paycheck.

The last place you did expect to find him was in Bath and Body Works in deep conversation with a worker with two candles in his hands.

“So if I buy three of these, I get three for free?” Mat asked in wonder, and the bored retail associate nodded her head. She’d probably answered that question more than ten times today.

“Sorry about him, he’s never been in public before,” you interrupted kindly, placing a hand on Mat’s arm. “I’ll take him off your hands.” She nodded and turned away, eager to help someone else.

“Babe, oh my god, I love this place,” Mat exclaimed. “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

“I know, Mat, I have three at home,” you sighed, sniffing the winter-themed candle he held in front of your nose. “Why do you think our place always smells good and not like your dirty socks?”

“That’s what that is? Oh.” A look of genuine surprise crossed his face. “Do you think Liana would like some? If we buy three, we get another three for free.”

“Sure, but that means we’re going to have to find six different candle scents.” And now Mat was caught in another internal dilemma.

“Well how the hell are we supposed to choose only six? They’re all so good,” he said, glancing around the store with displays stacked high with various candles.

“Aw, babe,” you cooed, patting his cheek softly. “Life is so hard, huh?”

“Don’t make fun of me, this is cool!” He pouted, real offense laced in his tone.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “We’ll have to put this one back because I already own it.” You took one candle from his hands and set it back down.

Mat’s ears perked up like a happy puppy that had just been given a treat at your acquiescence, and he pulled you to the tree display full of Christmas scented candles. He grabbed a basket to carry the candles you collected during the next fifteen minutes, scrunching his nose in disgust at ones that smelled too sweet and asking for a second opinion from you when he was unsure. You’d never seen someone so happy to be in a candle shop, bouncing from candle to candle and treating candle picking like it was a lost art and the most important decision he would make for the entire holiday season when he’d put zero thought into the gift he got for his best friend. Honestly, you were the one who compiled the entire gift list. Still, it was amusing to watch him choose his favorite scents, a light in his eyes after he made his final selection.

After leaving the store, Mat was a lot calmer after that, finishing out the rest of the shopping with little complaint. And he definitely tried to light all of the candles you bought at once when you got home.

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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“In awe, the first time you realised it” with Mat Barzal please🥺

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

I swear all my favorite things I've written are for barz, this is also so self-indulgent for me bc my love language is playlists

You and Mat had been dating for just under a year now, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship even after a few fights, and he swore you were the only person he would never get tired of. The weekends you spent at his apartment, the Saturday morning markets you always dragged him to, the nights he curled on your couch watching TV while you worked away at the kitchen table, there was no such thing as too much time with you.

The feeling nagged at the back of Mat’s mind, subtle and quiet, a distant voice telling him he was in love with you even if his brain hadn’t completely registered it yet. Your relationship was comfortable. You moved around each other with an ease Mat had never known, as if you’d spent years together and now lived in routines that revolved around the other. He hadn’t even processed how used to being around you he’d gotten until your first summer apart had hit.

He thought about you all the time, wondering whether or not you’d like the outfit he chose when he went out with friends, whether you’d enjoy his mom’s cooking, whether you were thinking about him all the way back in New York when he was in Coquitlam.

By the time fall came back around, he was ready to ask you to move in even if neither of you had said those words yet. Mat just missed you all the time. It didn’t matter how much time you spent apart, he was counting the hours until he saw you again.

It was only when the two of you packed your bags and climbed into his car, ready for a weekend road trip upstate that the overwhelming feeling of how much he loved you hit him. You chose to drive, knowing Mat’s proclivities for driving a little too fast would’ve made you insane during the four hour ride to the secluded cabin he rented. In turn, he got to choose the music, though you made him compromise that he’d split the time between both of your spotifys.

Yours and Mat’s music taste didn’t always mesh well, and while he knew your account and followed it, he never delved into the playlists you curated. At the two hour mark, he unlocked your phone and scrolled through your account, clicking through a few playlists as he tried to find one that he wouldn’t completely hate.

He came across one titled happiness, the playlist photo piquing his curiosity. It was a little further down the list, about halfway through your nearly twenty playlists, and he recognized the picture as his own head. There were no discernible features, only his hair as his head rested on your chest and your fingers curled in the strands, but Mat knew it was him.

One by one, he read over each song in the playlist. The theme seemed all over the place, ranging from slow songs to upbeat pop to hip-hop, and his curiosity got the best of him.

“Babe, what’s this playlist?” He asked, stretching your phone so you could check the screen. You only took a brief glance, noticing the title immediately and shifting your focus back to the road.

“Oh, it’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you,” you answered with an apathetic shrug. You added the first song a week after you met Mat after your first date when you knew that you wouldn’t be letting him go any time soon.

Mat furrowed his brows, not quite sure what Christmas Eve by Kelly Clarkson or Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye had to do with him, but he pressed shuffle anyways.

The first song that came on was Flightless Bird, American Mouth, and Mat vaguely remembered hearing this before.

“Why’s this one on it?” He asked.

“Remember when I made you watch Twilight even though you complained the entire time? You said you thought this song sounded nice, so I added it,” you explained.

“And Bloom?” Mat questioned, finding another song title he didn’t know.

“It was a song that played in the cafe during our first date.”

“Shoop?”

“That one night we stayed up until three baking brownies because we were drunk and hungry, we sang it, like, four times dancing in the kitchen,” you said.

It turned out every song on the playlist had some underlying meaning as to why you added it. There was the song you first slow danced to at a teammate’s wedding, the song you chose to karaoke to once at a bar, the song Mat always played first thing upon turning on his car for a couple weeks whenever he drove anywhere, songs he found himself singing under his breath while not realizing you were listening, his favorite Taylor Swift songs even though he would publicly claim he didn’t listen to her, songs he went crazy for every time they played in clubs. Every song had a story.

Mat didn’t ask you for the explanation for each one, not wanting to annoy you with his many questions, but he connected the dots soon enough after you told him Green Light by Lorde was on there because of how many times you and Mat had watched through New Girl, but more specifically, the scene where Nick and Jess finally get together.

A few sparked memories in his own head, the Khalid songs you made him listen to the one time you convinced him to get high with you, the Kendrick songs he swore were the best rap songs ever made, even a few Bieber songs you found more tolerable than others since you weren’t a fan of him but Mat was.

The playlist was nearing fifty songs, all recounting moments in your relationship over the past year, and Mat’s chest tightened in a way he’d never felt before.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t even bat an eye explaining the meaning of each song, every story fresh in your mind and you told him each one without hesitation. Had it not been for your eyes on the road, you probably would’ve noticed the tears welling in his eyes, though he quickly brushed them away.

His heart was so full of love for you, how you paid attention to every detail, and there was no doubt in his mind he was in love.

“You good?” You glanced over quickly, curious as to why he was quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He cleared his throat.

“I love you.”

That caught your attention immediately, and you looked back at him, your own eyebrows slightly drawn together in confusion as the outburst.

“Yeah?” You asked. The words had been on the tip of your tongue for so long you could probably trace it back to the first time you met him, but you kept it to yourself. Mat was always cautious with his words, never wanting to say anything he didn’t fully believe, and you didn’t want to scare him off saying it too early.

“Yeah,” he replied confidently. Grabbing the hand resting on the gearshift, he intertwined your fingers and brought it to his lips. “I love you." Gently, Mat kissed your knuckles.

Your own heart felt like bursting at the soft look on his face. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” he chuckled, wide grins spreading across both of your faces.

You brought his knuckles to your own lips, placing a soft kiss on them before letting your joined hands rest across the middle console. The remainder of the drive was silent, neither of you starting a conversation as you let your playlist take you the rest of the way.

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #my writing #requests #blurbs #isles13 #2k blurb weekend

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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mat’s love language

physical touch

this one is more of what he does to show you he cares about you

but mat is very comfortable and confident with himself, he does not care who is looking at him at any given moment

and the same goes for pda in general, mat doesn’t care who sees

in public or in private, he’s always gravitating towards you

he loves touching you, it’s comforting for him to have you near

so he’s always got an arm around your shoulders or holding your hand or keeping his hands on your waist

BIG hands on your waist guy

like standing behind you in public in lines or in crowded bars or even just shopping together, he loves standing a little bit behind you and just rests his hands on your hips and cradles your ass back into his body slightly

sometimes you have to slap his hands away if he tries moving them a little lower

is not shy with kisses or hugs

definitely will pout and bother you if you’re busy and he wants attention

not above moving your body into uncomfortable positions so he can get close to you and you have to inevitably give him attention

like if you’re on the couch reading a book he will absolutely crawl on top of you and sneak his head underneath your arms until his hair is in your face and he’s blocking your view

needy and whiny if he doesn’t get enough attention

definitely gets upset on long roadies bc he’s away from you

literally like five minutes of cuddling with you improves his mood

also just in general, if he’s sad or upset or whatever negative emotions he’s carrying just dissipates when you stroke his hair or give him kisses

he’s an absolute sucker for back scratches and head massages too

but back to barzy in public

everyone gets sick of how touchy y’all are

mat always has to be near you and he’s kissing you sporadically throughout the night

mat doesn’t think anything of it or if he’s making anyone uncomfortable (they’re all used to it by now though) he just cares about you

he honestly doesn’t know or care if anyone’s ever watching y’all he kinda just exists in his own little world when you’re together

but everyone also thinks it’s adorable bc it’s like the honeymoon phase that never ends bc mat is so touchy always

words of affirmation

now this one is more of what he likes to receive

like it’s a solid 50/50 split between physical touch and words of affirmation I think for barz

we all know the boy has a big ego

like biiiigggg ego

like massive ego

he’s hot and he knows it and he’s great at hockey and he knows it

but that doesn’t mean he ever tires of it

especially when it comes from you

mat is used to the guys hyping him up after good games and also chirping him to keep him in check but it means so much more when it comes from you

like after good games mat gets so fucking giddy bc 1) he just did amazing and 2) he knows you’re at home to congratulate him after

whether it’s with sex or just like bouncing off the walls excited and treating yourself to a night in with some fancy wine, mat is always excited to see you after

bc he lives for the praise you give him

he’s not really sure why it sticks with him so much bc he brushes off the guys’ praise easily, but knowing you’re proud of him fills him with so much joy

he just loves making you proud of him in general

similar to a puppy golden retriever when you’re training it and you reward it with treats and they’re so happy

that’s mat always

he lives for your texts when he’s on roadies and the little notes you sometimes leave him in his bag it’s like a fun little gift he knows he gets to open which makes roadies less hard on him

he loves making you happy, so every time he does something special for you like taking you out to nice dinners and you thank him, it makes him feel really good

loves when you compliment his suits but loves when you compliment him when he’s lounging around in boring gray sweats and an old t-shirt

like yeah mat knows he looks good when his hair is slicked back and he’s got a thousand dollar suit on, but it makes him feel great when you think he’s hot when he’s not trying

but when you say you love him at random times? he’s done for

mat doesn’t get shy a lot, but when you shower him with loving words and phrases, he gets all warm inside and can’t meet your eye

like imagine you’re just laying in bed before going to sleep and you’re just catching up on each other’s days after being apart for a little bit sharing a few kisses and cuddles

and then you say something like “you make me so happy” or “you’re my dream guy, you know that?”

mat’s cheeks heat instantly and he gets really shy and soft (and a little teary-eyed tbh)

he’d just nuzzle his face into your neck so you can’t see his expression and press kisses to your collarbone or something and tell you he loves you too

bc something about receiving praise about his skill is fine and he can take it all day and loves it, but receiving praise about how good of a boyfriend you think he is or how grateful you are to have him makes him quiet

it just means so much more to him knowing you love him for all his little things rather than just all the hockey stuff he hears constantly

hearing you say how much you love him truly does fuel him, he just loves having that reassurance in his life that you’re there for him through everything

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #my writing #love language #isles13

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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If you’re still up for these, I need some maty Tito threesome thoughts please oh please

I can’t with these two. I just can’t 🥴🥵😺🦋

You’re laying on your side, being double penetrated and trying to remember how to breathe as both boys fuck you simultaneously, leaving you a moaning wreck

Each boy mouthing at your shoulders, collar bone, both of them gripping you tight and you’re pressed between two solid bodies and fuck into you and make you see stars

You’re just so full, so hot, so much pleasure. It’s so much and so good

“You look so good for us baby. Taking our cocks so well, you’re so fucking tight, god...”

You clench down on them at their words making them groan, mat biting down on your shoulder. You whine and fist Mat’s hair needing to hold something because you’re just so overwhelmed in the best ways

“Won’t you be a good girl.” Anthony whispers in your ear, “cum for us Cherie, you deserve it.”

It really doesn’t take much more before you do cum, clenching down on them and it’s so good, so intense, you black out for a second

And you start to come to with a hand cupping your face and both of them still, Mat searching your eyes and sighing with relief, “ok she’s ok.”

“S’better than okay,” you whisper with a soft smile, rocking back against Anthony

And he would groan loudly, and bite along your jawline, “gonna make me cum if you keep that up Princess.”

“Kinda the point” you tell him, moaning and gripping Mat’s shoulders

“Mmm. Want me to fill you up? Nice and full with my cum till it drips out of your ass?”

And Mats now slowly fucking you again with a smirk on his face, leaning down to kiss you, “want both of us to fill you up?”

You moan against Mat’s lips before answering, “please. Please fill me up”

And it only takes a couple more thrusts before Mat’s stilling and cumming inside you, gripping your jaw as he kisses you through his own orgasm

And Tito follows shortly after, groaning in your ear as he fills you up, muttering things in French under his breath

#me rn #fics #isles18 #isles13

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hookingminor · 5 years ago

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4 times his friends posted you on their instagram + 1 time he did - mat barzal

a/n: I wrote this literally back in july so lets just ignore how idealistic this is regarding quarantine but im a slut for some barzy this is all fluff

word count: 4,733

summary: like the title says, some friends (with benefits?) to lovers + a tyson cameo, fluffy summer quarantine fic

tagging @davidpastrsnack so kate can get on the barzy train

To say the whole quarantine thing was an inconvenience was an understatement. School had ended online, your summer internship was cancelled, and it seemed like your summer would turn into an uneventful couple of months stuck in your apartment in, probably, the worst place to be stuck in during a pandemic: New York City.

Or so you thought.

You’d planned on having the most boring summer ever until your friend, Mat, had invited you to hole up away with him and a few friends in a lake house back in Vancouver. Well, friend was a loose term. The two of you were friends… just ones that kissed occasionally… and sometimes more than kissed. You’d met him about a year ago at a bar while he was out with his teammates after a game. A cliche meeting, but you hit it off instantly. Instead of ending up in his bed at the end of the night (which you would eventually end up at after a couple months), it turned into an exchange of numbers and an invitation to hang out later in the week.

You hadn’t thought anything of it at first, just thinking he was being friendly and wanting to end the conversation, so you were surprised to get a text the next day from an unknown number asking if you’d wanted to go on a bike ride.

Flashforward a year later and the two of you still went on bike rides together. At least, up until the pandemic started.

When the text came telling you to pack your bags for a month or so, you thought he was joking. Surely he couldn’t have meant you to join him in Vancouver over the summer? You were proven wrong when he showed up at your apartment the next day, two coffees in his hand.

“Uh, hi, Mathew,” you said hesitantly, opening your door to reveal your disheveled state, having just woken up.

“Why are you dressed like that? We have a plane to catch in four hours,” he said, pushing himself through your door, uninvited, to set the coffees on the counter.

“What are you doing here? What plane? You’re not supposed to be going out,” you reprimanded him for showing up unannounced and in the middle of quarantine.

“I told you we’re going to Vancouver, I know you read my text. Now let’s hurry up and pack, we gotta get going,” Mat rushed, already on the way to your bedroom.

You followed him after a brief moment once you’d processed what was going on. Mat had already pulled out your suitcase and set it on top of your bed by the time you entered the door. He was in the middle of rifling through your drawers and grabbing random garments to throw into the suitcase when you’d spoken again.

“You’re actually serious about this?”

“Of course I am. What better things do you have to do in a city on lockdown for an entire summer? Honestly, I’m doing you a favor,” he explained easily, turning back to grab more items.

“Oh, you’re doing me a favor? Thank you, Mat, for saving me from a summer of suffering. It’s not like I had other plans to find different internships or focus on my summer classes,” you replied sarcastically.

Mat rolled his eyes. “I am doing you a favor, and you’re doing me a favor by going. I need a hot piece of ass to get me through this, or I will lose my mind.” You slugged him on the shoulder in offense, but all he did was chuckle.

“And anyways, you can still do your classes in Vancouver. Instead of doing them locked in this apartment, you can do them lounged out under the Canadian sun. Preferably in a bikini,” he finished. You slugged his arm again, harder this time.

“In fact, you should take the red bikini, it makes your tits look amazing,” he said, noticing you shuffling through your swimsuits. You rolled your eyes at him but grabbed the red one anyway along with a couple others.

With both of you folding and packing, your bags were ready to go in record time.

“Alright, baby, let’s go.” And so you were off.

A week had gone by in total bliss. As much as you hated to admit it, Mat was right. Vacationing in Vancouver in a secluded lake house was a lot better than being alone in your apartment, even if you did still have classes to do. Mat teased you about it, but he always left you alone for a few hours in the day for you to focus on your work. Unless he really wanted something… like right now.

Mat had joined you laying on the couch while you were in the middle of annotating a book for class. He wiggled his way between your arms, causing you to break your hold on your book. He rested his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your middle, and nuzzled his face into your neck. Joining your hands back to your book and bringing your highlighter to the page, you continued to underline phrases you’d come back to later. A couple minutes passed in silence before Mat started sighing. And then he sighed again.

“What do you want?” you huffed out, closing your book with the pen marking your page.

“Let’s go swimming,” he said, pushing up to his elbows to look at your face.

“I have to finish, like, three more chapters today,” you explained.

“You can do that later. I want to go swimming now,” Mat whined.

“You know you sound like a petulant child right now, right?” you asked, moving a hand to his head, pushing his hair back as he pouted.

“Stop using big words on me. Let’s swim,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You paused to think about it for a moment, “Hmm… okay, I guess,” you said with a smile. Mat returned your smile with one of his own before hopping up to drag you to your room to change. It didn’t take much to convince you to swim. It was a really nice day out, and you didn’t really care to finish reading about 17th century philosophy.

You changed into your red bikini, Mat swapped his shorts for a pair of swim trunks, and threw on a backwards baseball cap. You went out back to join the rest of his friend group, who were in the process of loading up the boat with supplies and equipment.

“Oh, look, if it isn’t Brainiac and the Beast. Are you two finally going to go boating with us?” Tyson shouted from the dock. You rolled your eyes at his nickname they created for you and Mat. It had only been a week in Vancouver, but the chirps about you and school were tired by now.

“Princess here wants to swim in the pool, maybe next time!” you shouted back, pointing to Mat.

They laughed at your response, turning their attention back to the boat and running supplies to and from the house. You turned your attention back to Mat, who was taking off his hat and was about two seconds away from jumping in the pool.

“Mathew, stop!” you yelled out, “Get your ass over here!”

“What is it?” he asked, stopping just short of the deep end. He grumbled before marching over to you.

“You need to put sunscreen on first, dumbass,” you reprimanded. As you turned your back to grab the bottle of sunscreen, he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mat,” you said sharply, turning back to face him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You ignored him, opening the cap and squeezing lotion onto your hands. You gestured him to turn around, and you spread the lotion over it, making sure to rub it into his shoulders.

“I don’t see why I have to put sunscreen on. It’s not even that hot outside,” he muttered.

“First of all, you’re a dumbass. Second of all, heat doesn’t automatically mean the UV rays aren’t strong. And lastly, you’re white, baby, you’ll burn like a sun-dried tomato and being in water only increases the amount of sun you’re exposed to,” you explained, reaching up to rub some on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Meteorologist,” he grumbled, clearly not happy he’d lost this argument.

“One of us has to have brains. We can’t all get by on our good looks and skating ability,” you replied, slapping his cheeks when you were done for good measure.

“Okay, well, if you’re finally done,” you nodded in confirmation, “Let’s go.” He picked you up from under your thighs and ran at full speed towards the pool before you could even process what was happening. You screamed his name in protest begging him to put you down, claiming you hadn’t had time to put on sunscreen yet. He ignored you as he jumped into the deep end, dragging you with him.

You emerged from the water clinging to Mat’s wet body, your hair sopping and hanging over your face like you had come straight out of the movie The Grudge. Mat was laughing at your chaotic look, knowing you were well pissed at him. You jumped higher in the water on top of him to dunk his head under and tried your best to drown him.

It wasn’t until you were relaxing on the couch later that night doing your routinely social media scroll that you saw one of the guys recorded your sunscreen interaction by the pool, you calling Mat a dumbass, and him throwing you in the pool onto their instagram story with a caption “all these two do is fight” with some laughing crying emojis added for effect.

After a long day or hiking, you’d immediately crashed on the couch once you’d gotten back to the house, not bothering to walk all the way to your room. It was only early in the afternoon but you’d been out since sunrise, and dealing with people for hours on end had drained you. The group laughed at you as you plopped your body down onto the couch, curling your head under your arm instead of grabbing the pillow two feet away from you. The rest of them gathered in the kitchen, refueling their bodies with assorted snacks as they started popping open bottles of beer, ready to start the night. It seemed that even an entire day on their feet had not emptied them of their, seemingly endless, energy.

“Jesus Christ, we hiked for, like, six hours and you’re all still bouncing off the walls,” you sighed deeply.

“We’re about to go hit the boat and go water skiing, too. I’m assuming you’re too tired to join us?” Tyson teased.

“I will not be joining you because unlike some people, I need a nap. Now get out of here, you’re all giving me a headache,” you said, pinching your fingers on the bridge of your nose to emphasize your point.

They all snickered but kept quiet as they shuffled around, packing up more food to take outside. You heard the sliding door shut and close a few times as they ran in and out before it was finally silent. You let out a sigh of relief as you took solace in the calm quiet.

That was until you felt a pair of arms shifting you closer to the edge of the couch. You peeked one eye open to see Mat rolling your body over to give him some space as he climbed over your body to nestle himself between you and the back cushions.

“Not going out on the boat?” You asked as he tucked a pillow under the both of your heads and pulled a blanket over your bodies.

“No. They’re exhausting. I need some time for myself,” Mat replied, wrapping his arm around your middle to pull you into his chest.

“No offense, but if you’re with me, you’re not by yourself,” you explained, closing your eyes again as you settled into a comfortable position.

“Yeah, but you’re you. You don’t exhaust me,” he said quietly. You didn’t know what to say to that, so you didn’t answer. Within a few seconds you heard Mat’s breathing even out, and you followed quickly behind him into a deep sleep.

A couple hours passed in a dreamless sleep when you heard the sliding of doors and laughter travel through the house. It stirred you from your sleep and you both shifted around, letting out displeased groans.

“Are they both still asleep?” You heard one of them ask from the kitchen. Neither of you wanted to answer in hopes they would leave you two to continue sleeping.

You were sadly mistaken.

“Hey! Sleeping beauties! Time to get up!” Tyson shouted from somewhere above you.

You both groaned out a “Fuck off, Tyson,” without opening your eyes, both of you giving him the middle finger. Tyson laughed to himself and you expected him to keep bothering you, but you heard his footsteps lead away from the couch. You turned over on your other side, tucking your face into Mat’s neck before falling back asleep.

When you woke up later that evening, you checked instagram again to see Tyson posted a new story. It was the video of him bothering you two and flipping him off with a caption that said “I get no respect around here :(“

It had been raining all day. Which meant everyone was stuck inside watching movies and eating pizza. It didn’t take long for you to get bored of lounging on the couch, especially when all they wanted to do was watch Fast and Furious movies. You sat on the loveseat you were sharing with Mat, and you distracted yourself from the boring movie by tangling your hands in your hair, French braiding the strands into pigtails mindlessly. You unbraided and rebraided your hair into a fishtail after the pigtails, and then into a regular braided ponytail after that. You let yourself get caught up in daydreams as you stared blankly at the TV when Mat started tugging on your leg. Dropping your braid, you finished tying it off with a hair tie and turned to look at him.

“Let me practice on you,” Mat said quietly.

“Practice what?” You asked.

“Braiding,” he said, shuffling to sit upright. He tried to gently push you off the couch until you got the hint and moved to sit between his legs on the floor.

“You think you can do it?” You asked, ready to offer him a demonstration.

“I’ve been watching you for the past half hour, I got this,” he replied, pulling out your hair tie. You rolled your eyes at his confidence, but let him continue unraveling the strands.

Every few minutes Mat would sigh exasperatedly before pulling out the twists he’d made to start over. Eventually, he’d almost gotten all the way to the end of your hair before he sighed again, clearly fed up by how long this was taking him. You didn’t say anything as he restarted for a third time, going for a straight back braid instead of a French braid.

After another ten minutes, Mat had finally completed his simple braid, tying your hair off with the tie. He tapped your shoulder to indicate he was done, and you pulled the long tail over your shoulder to look at it.

It was a braid.

An extremely loose one where he mixed up the strand order in a couple places, but a braid nonetheless. You turned around to get back up on the couch, and you were met with his triumphant smile.

“Good job, bud,” you complimented, leaving the braid in as you resumed your previous position on the couch.

You checked your phone to find a notification of a new story tag. You opened the app to see a picture of you on the floor, staring at the TV while Mat had his hands twisted in your hair and a confused look on his face and tongue poking out of his mouth. Next to your instagram tag was “he’s been knotting her hair on purpose for 20 minutes now”

Your final exams for the summer classes you were taking were in a week. Finals stressed you out more than anything else in the world, and when you were stressed, you did a lot of baking. A lot of baking. After finishing your finals study schedule and nearly breaking down almost twice because of the amount you had to get done, you decided to start baking instead of going to sleep. So, at 3 in the morning when everyone was asleep, you’d turned on the oven and brought out the bowls.

It began with a few dozen cookies. You figured everyone could at least enjoy the cookies. Who didn’t like cookies?

Cookies turned into muffins, muffins into cupcakes, and then cupcakes into pies. By the time everyone was waking up, it was nearly eleven in the morning. You’d gone to the store twice and had taken a few twenty minute naps while you waited for your desserts baked in the oven. And right now, you were in the middle of finishing off some cinnamon rolls for breakfast

“Oh my god, what the hell happened here?” Mat had asked with a scared expression, taking note of the disastrous kitchen. You didn’t answer him as you were topping off the rolls with some icing.

A few more bodies had gathered in the kitchen and began to fill the seats at the countertop while they watched you with worried eyes.

“What?” You asked innocently, placing the plates of cinnamon rolls in front of all of them. Their eyes followed you carefully as you pulled more goods out of the oven where you were keeping them warm. Plate after plate you set on the counter, all the cookies and muffins and cakes.

“How long have you been up?” Tyson asked cautiously. You swear you’ve never heard him use a softer voice than right now.

“I’m not sure. I never went to sleep, I guess? What time is it now?” You asked, pulling out glasses for orange juice.

“Nearly noon. You seriously didn’t sleep?” Tyson asked. The others had delved into the confections, eyes bouncing between the two of you as they stuffed their faces.

“She’s stress baking,” Mat replied quietly, helping himself to a cinnamon roll.

“What the hell is tress baking?” One of the other guys asked.

“Yeah she does this when she’s stressed. Usually when finals are coming up,” Mat said, directing it more towards you than his friend. You gave him a sheepish look, deciding not to comment since he already answered for you.

Mat was used to your stress baking as it resulted in you showing up at his place in the middle of the night with bags full of pastries in the late hours of the evening. It was always against his diet and he frequently gave most of your desserts to his neighbor, but he could never tell you no when you arrived with gifts.

“Well, I’m all out of flour, so, I’m going to run to the store again to get some more supplies so I can make a chocolate cake later,” you said hurriedly.

You did a quick double check of the kitchen, flashing all the guys a bright smile before heading out the door with your purse in hand, all of them staring until the front door shut behind you.

When you came back, you found Mat in the kitchen doing the dishes and nearly all the sweets you’d baked earlier were eaten or wrapped and put away. Maybe there was a plus side to being in a home with five other people.

“Mat, you don’t have to do that,” you said, setting your groceries down and hip checking him away from the sink.

“You’re already stressed, I figured doing the dishes would take away some of that,” he said with a shrug. He continued rinsing out some bowls as you gave him a small smile.

The two of you continued to wash the dishes in silence, moving to clean the countertops when you were done. After half an hour, the mess you’d made was gone and any signs of a baking breakdown had been erased.

It was a shame you were about to tear up the kitchen all over again.

“How about this,” Mat said, noticing the frown on your face at the thought of making another mess, “Let’s have a competition.”

You quirked your eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“You said you were making a chocolate cake, right? How about we see who can make the better cake,” Mat propositioned.

You raised both your eyebrows this time. You both knew you were the better baker by a long shot. You did have this same breakdown at least twice a year. You weren’t even sure Mat knew how to make anything that didn’t come with box instructions or included possible salmonella-inducing ingredients.

You knew what he was really trying to do. He was trying to distract you from all the stress, and he knew you couldn’t turn down a competition. You were just as bad as him when it came to winning. Thankfully, this was something you knew you’d win.

“Fine, but I hope you’re prepared to lose,” you agreed with a smile.

“I don’t know, I have been practicing my cooking skills lately,” he said, grabbing the bowls he’d just dried off.

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it,” you replied with an eye roll and heavy sarcasm.

You joined him in gathering all the ingredients and materials on the counter, setting up your respective stations. Mat divided the workspace in half, drawing a line in flour which made you laugh. You split the bowls between the sides and set up the ingredients on the second counter just like an actual cooking show.

“Okay, ground rules first. Half an hour to make the cakes, we bake them at the same time, and then another half hour for decorating at the end,” you explained, tying your hair back in a ponytail. Mat nodded at your statement and set a timer on his phone for 30 minutes.

“Ready.”

“Set.”

“Go!”

After about two hours, your creations were done. Well, they were supposed to be. Mat’s cake looked more or less like a brown lump coated in frosting and stripes. You’d tried your best to decorate yours with small chocolate roses, but you could’ve turned out a plain cake and probably would have done better.

“I think I won,” you stated confidently.

“You’re not allowed to decide, you’re biased! I’ll make a poll on my story,” Mat said, going to grab his phone.

“You can’t do that, your followers are going to pick yours.”

“Fine, we’ll get someone else to do it— Josty! Come here,” Mat called to his friend passing through the kitchen. He hesitantly walked over to where you were, not wanting to come in the middle of whatever you two were shouting about.

“We need you to make an instagram poll to see who’s cake looks better. Oh, and you’re going to taste test them,” you said, picking up your cake to pose for a picture as Mat did the same. Tyson sighed before realizing you two were serious and he opened his app to take a picture.

He added the photo to his story with a poll asking “Which one is better?” With two options, Y/N’s or Mat’s.

After you set the cakes back down, Tyson picked up a fork before stabbing them to pick out a chunk from each. He ate yours first, nearly moaning at the taste.

“Holy shit, this is, like, the best cake I’ve ever eaten,” Tyson said, shoveling down another forkful. You gave Mat a shit-eating grin.

“Okay, okay, try mine now,” Mat said, displeased. Tyson rolled his eyes before forking out some of his.

“Uh,” he coughed, “it’s a little,” cough, “dry.”

“What? No, it’s not! Let me try,” Mat shouted, outraged, and grabbed Tyson’s fork to try for himself.

It took him two seconds before he was spitting the cake into a napkin.

“Fine. You win,” Mat conceded, throwing a dish towel against the counter in mock fury.

You gloated for another 5 minutes, pointing out Mat’s terrible baking skills as Tyson continued to eat your cake and laugh at Mat.

You won the instagram poll too.

+ 1

It was the last week before you and Mat were flying back to New York. The past month had passed quickly, and Mat needed to get back for the start of training camps. As the summer began to end, the whole crew thought they’d spend one last day on the boat before everyone started parting ways.

It’s not like you were opposed to being on boats, but when all the guys did was water sports and no one wanted to slow down to teach you, it wasn’t as fun.

Today, however, had been quite calm as you sat against the front of the boat, a seltzer in hand as you watched Tyson wakeboarding in the back. Mat was curled up behind you as you leaned back against his chest, tanned skin shining in the summer sun. You reached back to grab the baseball cap off his head, placing it on yours to shield your eyes from the sun. You’d forgotten to bring sunglasses, and you figured Mat could part with his hat since he had a pair.

The day passed peacefully as all the guys took turns until it was sunset. Mat had joined you back on the seat, skin wet from just getting out of the water. He wrapped you in his arms before pulling you onto his lap, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, Tys, take a picture of us real quick,” Mat said, shoving his phone into Tyson’s chest.

You thought nothing of it, you and Mat had taken many pictures together, and this was no different. Mat rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your stomach as you both gave your cheesiest smiles to the camera. A quick shutter indicated the picture was taken and Tyson gave Mat his phone back.

Mat called your name from your bed as you stood in the adjoined bathroom, finishing your nightly routine.

“Hey, do you mind if I post that picture of us on my instagram?” Mat called out.

“The one from the boat? Why?” You asked, drying off your face with a towel.

“It’s a cute picture,” he shrugged when you reentered the room.

“People are going to start talking if you do,” you warned with a cautious tone.

He paused for a second.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Mat asked quietly, looking up to meet your eyes.

You stayed silent as you climbed in under the covers.

“What are you trying to say, Mat?”

He took a deep breath, “I think you’re amazing, you know that. And we’ve been friends for so long, it kind of feels natural, doesn’t it?” His fingers began tapping against the sheets anxiously as he held his breath and waited for your response.

You gave him a small smile, moving your body around to fully face him.

“It does,” you agreed, “But if you want us to be something more, you’re going to have to ask me on a date first.”

“A date? After I’ve already gotten you into bed? What’s the point?” You knew he meant it as a joke since he could barely finish the sentence without laughing, but you gently slapped his head as he began to apologize.

“I’m kidding!” He said between chuckles, “Will you go on a date with me once we get back to New York and it’s safe to go out again?”

“I’d love to, Mat,” you replied, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss.

“I’m still going to post that photo tomorrow, though,” he said after a short pause, smiling against your lips.

The next day when Mat had gone on a fishing trip with the guys, you saw a notification pop up on your phone.

“@barzal97 tagged you in a photo”

You unlocked your phone.

“Isolation isn’t so bad when you have this girl to spend it with”

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