#like c’mon the shot that pans to him in bed knowing he’s losing his grip over wen

[te1epathy]

wish i could erase mlc from my brain so i could lose my mind & experience the range of emotion i did when alan was introduced

[erodasfishtacos]

Vamp Harry’s personality is the best I love the way he is with his little human 🥰💓💓💓

“Please stop doin’ that,” Harry tries to use his manners despite how annoying his mate is.

“Shut up, I’m trying to do something,” YN dismisses quickly, ignoring the absolute death glare she’s receiving from him.

“Cleanin’ the house in just y’knickers isn’t fair if you are not going to let me touch you. Your bum jiggles when you wipe the windows like that,” Harry demands, like he’s outraged that she has gull to tease a vampire.

“Then don’t look,” She shrugs, wiping the window much more vigorously than necessary so that her cheeks bounce a bit in the thong she’s in.

“You’re indecent. Either let me fuck you or go put clothes on, pest,” He orders lowly, despite his scare tactics never working on his mate - doesn’t mean he doesn’t try.

Then she does something that breaks Harry’s little patience he had.

Purposefully, she moved her hair from her shoulder to reveal the smooth column of her throat. Harry can basically see her pulse thrumming underneath the skin.

“This is your last warning, mate,” Harry informs her, fangs descending with the venom dripping, his eyes darkening into dark pools.

YN just looks over her shoulder at him, a haughty teasing tone as she says, “Did you say something? I wasn’t listening.”

It’s a nanosecond before Harry has her pinned tightly to the window - luckily facing towards their back garden and grinds himself into her backside.

“Sweet girl,” Harry coos, his voice dropping into that fatal predatory voice that he uses when he’s about to kill his prey.

It never fails to make YN drip onto her thighs.

“Are you going to let me, hm? Show you how much you’re mine. That you’re my mate?” He drawls, letting his sharp canines graze her earlobe.

“Please,” She gasps as he rips the skimpy underwear from her body efficiently and his hands start massaging at her cheeks hard.

“Please what?” He urges, hissing loudly when her wetness coats his fingers - can feel the heat of her center from a mile away.

“Do you not know how to take care of your mate?” YN bites back because she knows any accusations of Harry not taking care of his mate will make him lose his mind.

It works.

A hellish rumble emits from his chest at her remark, he tilts her neck with his thumb rubbing harshly at her mating mark.

“Don’t forget who you belong to, pest,” Harry reminds her furiously, “Take care of you every moment of the day. Yet you decide to constantly be defiant and annoying.”

“Mmm, that’s why you love me though. We both know you secretly like that I annoy you,” She can’t help but smile softly even as his hands are rough on her scar.

“Stop talkin’,” He orders roughly, thumb pushing past her cheeks to rub at her sensitive hole as she gasps in surprise.

But she takes him even more by surprise.

“Guess I’ll go put clothes on, this house rally does need a good cleaning,” She hums nonchalantly, slipping out of his grip and moseying off to put on a pair of shorts.

-

He can’t believe this is the creature he chose to mate with. Agree to take care of for the rest of his existence - she is just downright irritating.

When he tried to help her wash the dishes, she told him she didn’t need help and pushed him off as he hissed at her.

Now, her hoodie had gotten wet by accident and she was washing out a pan in just a pair of cotton shorts and a bralette that didn’t hide her pretty nipples.

The vampire shot daggers into her back as she continued on, willing her to just submit like a good mate but it never quite worked that way.

Though, when she would finally give in - she was like an angel, so beautiful and pliant with a puffy mouth and wriggly hips that couldn’t keep still.

He knows instantly when she knicks herself with a knife she was cleaning, instantly knows that it’s on purpose.

Her sweet, permeating scent floods the kitchen and his senses, has his fangs bared, and her pinned against the counter before she could process.

It was a superficial wound that was flowing nicely down her fingertip to her palm, and sliding down her wrist - making no effort to stop it.

Harry’s tongue is already cleaning her up obediently, all the stray droplets before suctioning to cut and healing it closed.

As he looks down at her, Harry knows his pretty, perfect human is ready to stop fucking around and be nice to him.

“Y’gonna be m’good little mate now?” Harry coos in a sickeningly loving tone, thumb coming to pull her bottom lip down.

YN makes the slightest whimper before nodding, eyes twinkling pliantly and her hands coming to cup his narrow hip.

“There she is, s’beautiful. Reason I waited hundred of years to find m’soulbond, ‘cause it was y’perfect girl,” He tells her confidently, thumb trailing to her pulse point.

“Please, H,” YN murmurs, pushing her hips into his with desperation - he can feel her hot cunt through their clothing.

“Gonna feed me? Hmm?” Harry prompts, moving to brush at her hardened nipples through the thin, translucent material, “Been teasing’ me all day, s’mean.”

“Yeah, c’mon,” She goads impatiently - it makes Harry growl, why can she never just take take? It has to be her pace, so needy for her mate and he couldn’t stay mad about it.

“Yeah, bat. M’going to bite you, make you all sweet and soft then I’ll fuck you, okay?” He croons, lapping at the scar on her neck that he’s prepping for his bite.

“No, m’thigh,” YN smacks him - making his flash his teeth at her in threat, “Like it on m’thigh when you’re going to fuck me.”

“If that’s what gets you to shut up,” He hisses grumpily, scooping her up and using his speed to toss her on their bed.

After her clothes are removed, he crawls between her legs to lick over the plush skin on her inner thigh near the crease of her folds.

He sinks his fangs in and groans when blood starts filling his mouth - it was like most addictive drug you could imagine.

As he enjoys his meal, he also tends to his wriggly mate who he slips two fingers into to settle her - encourages her to ride them as he savors her sweet nectar.

When he starts to feel her movements slow down a bit, he knows he’s done eating - seals the wound and pops up to check on her.

Just like he wanted - she’s soft and quiet, eyes pooling and lips part, “Get in me, please H.”

“Of course, bat. Thank you for feeding me, my perfect mate,” Harry praises against her lips before guiding himself in - moaning when he’s encompassed in fiery heat.

And yeah, there you go 👀👀👀

[hecohansen31]

Me again 😉 For the soft and fluffy prompts, maybe #5 and #14 with Ivar? Grazie 💖

(A/N): Ahhh di niente, tesoro!

Also this is set up in the TD universe.

WARNINGS: Slight Mention of Fear of Rejection, Flu and Ivar’s Bad Temper.

You had finally managed to get out of your room to try to maybe cook something, when you heard the door of your house open.

You shouted for Elaine to welcome her back, but you were met with only silence and when you were sure to be in the first few minutes of the newest ‘Supernatural’ episode, Ivar appeared on the threshold of the door to the kitchen, saluting you softly.

“Hello there” he commented, as he took in your disheveled state “… hard day?”.

“Got a cold” you replied tightly, trying to use the least amount of words to avoid forcing your throat “… and what are you doing, here?”.

“Elaine called me, telling me that you were acting awfully like a blanket, and that you might need a bit of help for today” he commented, as he gently moved closer to you, and you tried your best to relax your body so that you wouldn’t show him your unwellness.

“Elaine is a noisy rat” you muttered, as you ducked Ivar’s hand “… I am alright, just a bit tired”.

“You look a bit too tired to be healthy” he replied pointedly, as he instead gripped your shoulders, tight but not enough to bruise, to make you stay in your place, as another hand went to take your temperature, finding it boiling hot “… I hate to use fucking common expressions, but I could fry an egg on your head”.

“I just got a bit cold, last night” you commented, knowing perfectly that you had done a stupid thing yesterday going out to a bar to accompany Elaine for what was supposed to be a quick ‘drink’, without wearing anything more than a jacket, for the sake of your outfit… in the middle of November “… and now I am just in need of sleep”.

“And medicine” he commented, as he gently hugged you to his side, balancing himself on his crutch so that he could properly hold onto you “… and food”.

Your stomach grumbled at that and Ivar smirked, as he gently led you to the chair, meanwhile you tried to think whether he was a genie conjured by your need for food and your tiredness or simply a vision, but then Ivar lightly slapped your ass to make you stop starting at him, to keep you focused.

“… not that I want to ruin your idyllic rescue…” you commented softly “… but how the heck did you come here?”.

“Elaine got me an extra copy of keys for this kind of emergencies” he explained, as he looked through your messy cupboard.

“And you use it for this and not spying on me naked…?” you teased him, with a drowsy smirk “…wow, you are a keeper”.

“I can’t believe that you have a fever and can still tease me” he replied, as he moved to grab a few pans, and then checked in food in the fridge.

“… I can lose my health but not my sassiness” you muttered, as you lowered your-suddenly-heavy head on the counter, trying to focus on staying awake, as you heard the familiar sound of Ivar’s steps shuffling around against the floor “… and you love me for that”.

You felt Ivar suddenly lose his breath and you damned your big feverish mouth, before hearing Ivar shuffle towards you, something that made you effectively want to bang your head against the table, but your boyfriend simply led you back to bed, suggesting that ‘since you were so sleepy’.

“C’mon, sleepy head” he tried to ignore completely the fact that you had used the ‘l-word’, as he led you back, letting you jump in as he indulged you in a soft kiss on the forehead, more to check up your temperature than for actual romanticism, although you tried to make him stay a bit more, as you tightened your arms around his neck.

Or tried to.

Since your arms felt like overcooked spaghetti-

But suddenly your mind was busy with the thought that Ivar maybe wasn’t still at the ‘l-bomb’ stage, unlike you, and that maybe you had rushed everything and ruined it…

“Sleeping beauty” called out to you your lover as he appeared on the threshold balancing a tray of stuff in his arms and tried to get a bit of many things on your bed out of the way, hopping on the bed, beside you, as he moved the tray on your stomach “… here comes your tasteless meal”.

“I hate you” you muttered, as he grabbed one spoon with every intent to feed you, something that made you croak an eyebrow at him “… don’t even try, I might be a sleepy brain, but I can eat”.

“And me who thought this was romantic” he replied, as he shot you a light smirk.

“Didn’t know you had a kink like this”.

“There is much you don’t know about me, sweetheart” he commented, with an intense look that made you blush.

And smash an entire spoon of soup in your mouth.

And you immediately cursed yourself because it was burning hot.

“…  sweetheart, slow down” this time he actually took the spoon away from you.

And then he did feed you, which you found romantic.

Mostly because you got to see the cute focused expression Ivar got in the ‘difficult’ task.

And the soup tasted amazingly, although your nose didn’t catch any of the smell.

It was just as light as you needed it and it warmed up your cold body.

“Did you order it?” you didn’t think that you had half the ingredients for it, but Ivar surprised you.

“No no” he commented, almost annoyedly “… I cooked it just for you!”.

“Well let me tell you: you are a fucking amazing cook” you replied, as you basically licked off the rest of the soup from the plate, finishing it fully, under Ivar’s attentive gaze, almost proud of you for showing such an healthy appetite.

Now you just had to deal with the fact that you kept on being cold even under layers of clothes and blankets and the terrible cough in your chest.

You were sure you’d be fine.

“… this is what happens when you can’t do PE, so you are stuck with economic classes, and you have to learn how to cook”.

“How the heck did girls not jump on you?” you joked, as you got lost in those pretty eyes, your cold hands gently pushing themselves on his face, and he shivered lightly due to the different temperature.

“… bad temper” he reminded you, as his warm hands covered yours.

“A pillow over your mouth and is all solved” you mumbled, as you suddenly felt an heavy grip press against your temples, making you wince and Ivar suggested that you just lay down “… I am not that sleepy”.

He just hummed as if he knew that you’d be dead asleep in a few minutes.

Which you felt like happening, since your entire body asked for a bit of relief.

“You don’t have to stay here” you mumbled, already your lids becoming heavy.

“I’m staying until you feel better” he promised you instead.

And maybe… the ‘l-bomb’ could be said in other ways.

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[ivyglow]

break a leg - but not literally - Mat Barzal NYI

Author notes: Better late than never, huh?! Thank you for the like and reblogs in the Up all night one shot, hope you guys like this one as much. Tell me if there are some grammar mistakes so I can correct, requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! 

Word count: 1.531

Request/summary: Could you write about Barzy breaking his leg? Poor bby is in a ton of pain but his gf is there for him and helps him with everything? Thanks so much

When Mat woke up that morning he was on cloud nine to look at his side and see y/n. The season had started and so the away games which made the contact between the couple a little less than the usual. But being in this relationship for 2 years teach them some tricks to be together like the one in this week, where y/n was able to get the most part of her stuff done at college and some days off from work to travel with the team at least for one game.

And that’s the game where Mat was giving all his effort, coming from a loss against the Maple Leafs he was decided to win tonight and so far things were doing OK since whenever he felt nervous he would spot her pretty smile in the middle of the crowd. 

Y/n was wearing the orange and blue shirt with Mathew’s number in the back, curly strands of hair eventually coming to her face, although never taking away her attention, so when Mat and Anders got close to the net she and some of the others Isles fans were already up. What they were not expecting was to things got out of control when a player from the Rangers bumped into Mat and suddenly his body was shoved in the direction of the boards, half of him taking the net from the place, puck getting lost in the mess of people around the ice and then the dead silence from everyone including the crowd. 

She can almost count the seconds after when everything looks like a slow-motion movie scene and her boyfriend doesn’t get up. His body facing the ground, his stick not even close to his hands and everyone knew he wasn’t asking for it when his palm hit the ice repeatedly and he takes off his helmet. 

Just like this, the game comes to a stop. 

Anders crouching down beside his teammate and screaming for people to bring the doctors, voice being heard easily throw the dead silence in the arena while two Rangers players skate do the bench and bring their own doctor as fast as they can. It turns almost impossible to see Mat in the sea of players and staff members around him, she doesn’t know how much time passed until he was being lifted and placed in a stretcher. Y/n’s eyes start to glisten with tears and before she could give one more step out of her seat space Tito is in the glass making a sign for her to go to the dressing room. 

Dizzy and almost crying she starts walking towards the entrance of the place already listening to Mat frantic sounds of pain. 

“Mathew!!” she whisper-screamed stopping by his side. The doctor and staff taking off his shin pads while he sighed. 

“This shit hurts so much” he was able to speak properly while reaching for her hand to hold. 

“I’m here, I won’t leave, It’s okay” she tried to calm him down, his eyes were as glisten as hers and thought he was the one feeling the pain she could sense the ache in her heart. 

But right now y/n knew she needed to pass some kind of confidence to her boyfriend, everyone around was already losing their heads and they weren’t even sure what the hell of injury was. 

His face was red and the veins could be seen through his neck. 

“It’s broken, we’ve gotta run the hospital as fast as possible” the old man finally said receiving a nod from the other doctor in the room.  

 “Fuck!” Mat muttered. “Don’t leave, don’t leave, please” he begged while gripping her hand tighter. 

Y/n wasn’t aware of how much it hurts, but she would easily change place with him so that she wouldn’t need to look at his painful face. 

“Babe, I won’t leave. Breathe, you need to breathe, ok?” 

He nods and it takes less than five minutes to the room starts to empty once the ambulance was already waiting for them. Once again she was by his side while paramedics work their magic so Mat would feel less pain. 

…

The next day when Mat woke up he wasn’t that happy with the image around. His leg was held up in the air with a white cast around it, he was dressed in hospital clothes and y/n wasn’t sleeping by his side as obvious. She was sitting in an uncomfortable position at the small couch in the room. 

She spent the night?! He questions himself before trying and failing to sit, letting out a groan of pain. 

“Mathew?! You’re awake. Want me to call the doctor? Are you feeling better??” y/n’s light sleep were interrupted and she was fast to jump beside his bed. 

“I...I’m okay, yeah, it still hurts like hell but not as bad as last night..” he reached for her hand and before she could say something else he started again “speaking of night, you slept on that couch?! Babe, you should have just laid here with me or I don’t know, went to the hotel and get back early in the morning.” 

She shakes her head no and bends down to plant a kiss in his cheekbones. 

“I told you I would not leave you alone. Also, it’s impossible to sleep in peace knowing you’re in the hospital, c’mon” 

He wasn’t able to contradict her knowing she was right.

“You’re hungry??”

“Starving” he sighs and she smiles.

“I’m gonna call the nurse so she can bring your meds and breakfast and buy something for me in the canteen” 

“No Cheetos and Soda...actually, you ate something last night, babe?!” Mat asks and y/n looks away dodging the question and leaving the room, she knew he would flip if she told him she wasn’t capable of eating nor drinking anything. 

Y/n called the nurse and bought her breakfast (some fruit salad and a big cup of coffee), eating a little too fast and right after walking back to his room.

They spent the rest of the day at the hospital, Mat occasionally watching the game he was supposed to attend today and pouting about the loss of the other night. Quoting him “I broke my leg and we didn’t even win”. It was almost midnight when he received permission to go home and so as tiring as it sounds they went to the hotel only to get their stuff and head straight to the airport, Mat needed the comfort of his home and so did y/n and since the doctor was okay with the short flight there was nothing holding the couple back. 

…

One week into the healing process and Mathew was already wanting to stand up, do stuff, give y/n some headache of worry. In the first days, he enjoyed to stay in bed as long as his girl was with him, but when y/n needed to work and go to classes he would be like a lonely puppy requesting her the second she stepped in the door. 

Their favorite playlist was playing while y/n prepared dinner and his meds, Mat had an appointment the next morning so he could start physiotherapy and have a better clue about his healing time process. He was supposed to be in bed and don’t put his foot in the ground at any cost, but there was Mathew jumping in one foot to the kitchen until he reaches the stools. 

“Mathew Barzal!! You know you can’t keep walking around like his, damn babe…” she sighs.

“I didn’t want to be alone in the bedroom” he looks at her cutting onions and gives his best smile.

“You’re such a baby” 

“I’m not into this kind o kinky, but we could try...I mean, I always thought you would prefer me as dominant you know, that daddy kinky stuff.” he jokes.

Y/n laughs out loud and he feels warm inside being the reason for her happiness and finally able to see her relax.

“You’re a walking joke!”

“Still you love me”

She rolls her eyes playfully and keeps preparing dinner.

“You know, I was wondering…” Y/n starts out of the blue.

“Mhmm”

“Last week when I told you ‘break a leg’ at the game, I didn’t mean it literally” 

“C’mon, you’ve gotta be kidding me” he suppresses the laugh at her terrible joke and huffs.

“I’m gonna have to remember myself not to use expressions with you, I mean just imagine I’m telling you that I killed two birds with one stone and you actually believing I killed innocent animals.” 

“Who’s the walking joke now huh?!!” he rolled his eyes and she ran to plant a kiss into his rosy lips. 

They laugh softly between the kiss and y/n holds his face close. The atmosphere got hot, but before y/n could say something Mat was faster to notice it was the food in the pan. 

“If you didn’t check the stove now we’re probably burning this place down and I mean it like literally” is his turn to joke.