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Good Girl (Smut)
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Request: Can you do something like Keep It Down but with Aaliyah being in the room.
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I was lying between each of Shawn’s thighs on the couch, my back resting against his broad chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.
We were cuddled up and tangled together under a warm blanket, watching some random movie on the TV that Aaliyah really wanted us to see with her. Aaliyah was lying under another blanket in the beanbag in front of us, resting her head on the edge of the grey sofa.
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you can only reblog this today
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By Stacie Bloomfield for Gingiber
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Mon Amour
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Mat Barzal after getting hit by a puck | 02.13.20 | NYI @ NSH
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It’s 2am and soft cute ass music is playing throughout your apartment as you and Mathew barzal are slow dancing in the kitchen hdjwkzjdjfjna
you guys were making a midnight snack in the kitchen while listening to music. he pulls you close and sways back and forth with you. he hums the song in your ear before he softly kisses you. he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. he continues to sway you guys as you guys whisper sweet nothings to each other, sharing little kisses every now and then
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4 times you made Mat’s apartment feel like home and 1 time you didn’t
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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
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Climbing on top of barzy while he was gaming and just showering him with kisses and he giggles at how he likes it
That TikTok tend where the girl slips into their arms. Yeah, you do that. He lets you in, kissing your forehead and allowing you to get comfortable.
“You okay, baby?” He mumbles in your ear, taking a moment to smooth your hair down,l before returning to his controller. You nod, sighing.
“Just miss you, babe.” You laugh, kissing his cheek and jaw. He shivers as your hands trail his chest, lips on his neck. It’s not dirty, purely innocent and loving and boy does Mat LOVE it. He feels sleepy as you massage his scalp, practically purring.
“Yo, Barzal get ya head in the game! You lost us five points already!” His teammate rumbles in the headset, mat chuckling.
“Yeah yeah, boys. I’m busy. My girl comes first.” He hums, kissing you chastely, your lips returning to his neck. It tickles, a smile on his lips as he giggles.
“Babe, that tickles!” He whines, slipping and falling off the map.
“Dammit, mat!”
“Oops!” He laughs. “I gotta go, boys.” He shuts off his game, throwing his headset and picking you up in his arms, tossing you on the bed. He straddles you, tickling your sides, a burst of laughter erupting from you.
“Babe!!! Ahhhhh! Stop!” You squeal, unable to breathe. You thrash, mat holding your arms down against the mattress. He smiles at you, pecking your nose and then lips.
“I love you.” He whispers.
“I love youuuu!”
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You’re So Pretty
a Mathew Barzal one shot
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a/n: just a quick little fluff piece about boyfriend Barzy coming home to you drunk in love!
warnings: just alcohol — otherwise, complete and total fluff
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I woke to the sound of my boyfriend swearing softly as a thud fell against our hardwood stairs.
“Fuck!”
I pushed myself up on my forearms, glancing at the lighted clock on our bedside table. 3:26 glared back at me.
“Mathew?” I called into the darkness, voice groggy with sleep.
“Shit!” I heard him mutter. I flipped the switch on the table that turned on the lights in the room, and a moment later, I watched Mat stumble in, rubbing his eyes with his fists.
“So bright. I fell up the steps in the dark though,” he grumbled, almost incoherently. Then he looked up to see me sitting upright in bed, a waiting look on my face. “You’re so pretty!” he exclaimed with a gasp.
I couldn’t help myself — a giggle escaped my lips as I shook my head, Mat grinning my way, quite pleased with himself for making me laugh.
“How waffled are you right now?” I asked Mathew as he threw himself onto the bed and crawled toward me.
“‘M not waffled. Just sleepy. Wanna sleep with you. I get to sleep with you! You’re so pretty!” he repeated, dropping his head into my lap. I breathed another laugh and sighed. “Oh, okay. Thank you. First, you have to go brush your teeth. I can smell the vodka on your breath from here,” I told him. He picked his head up to look at me, a grimace on his handsome face.
“‘M’sorry. ‘Kay, I’ll go now. Stay there!” Mat pushed himself to his feet, pointing at me, and I put my hands up, indicating I would obey his request. I watched him lumber to the bathroom and heard him turn on the water and start to brush his teeth, all while humming a Lizzo song and attempting the lyrics despite his mouth full of toothpaste. I shook my head again, pressing a hand to my forehead, trying to suppress even more laughter.
It was a Thursday, and the boys had won big at home over Philadelphia, so Coach had given them the following day off. That was all it took for the guys to start scheming in the locker room while changing out of their gear, mapping out a plan for the evening. In the family room after he had dressed in his streetclothes once more, Mat had begged me to join them, as a handful of the wives and girlfriends were accompanying them, but I gently declined. It had been a long day at my fashion merchandising internship, not to mention the mad dash I’d made to get to the game in 6 o’clock New York City traffic, and I had a big midterm presentation for my graduate marketing class the next morning for which I needed to prepare. Mat had nearly ditched the guys and traded in his plans to go out with them for a night in on the couch practicing with me, but I insisted that he go and have fun. Days off during the season were few and far between. Clearly, he had taken that advice to heart. After practicing my presentation half a dozen times after finally arriving home from the game, I had only been asleep for about an hour and a half before being awakened when Mat’s Uber dropped him off and he made his grand entrance back into our shared Brooklyn apartment.
“Hi babe! You’re still here! She’s still here, ladies and gentlemen!” Mat announced when he emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, having stripped down to his boxers.
“I live here, Barzal,” I reminded him with a smirk. “I know! How cool is that? I live with the prettiest girl in New York. I’m a lucky bastard,” Mat told me energetically before flopping onto the bed once more, curling himself around my legs.
“Ah, ah, before you get too comfortable, sit up and take these,” I told him, dumping two Advil into my hand from the bottle I kept in my nightstand and offering him the medicine and my Yeti. He clumsily sat up on his haunches, throwing the pills back and taking a long sip of water. He smacked his lips and let out a dramatic, “ahhhh!” This man was on quite the roll comedically.
Mat immediately fell back to the mattress, wrapping his long arms all the way around my waist and nuzzling his head into my chest. I reached to turn off the light once more as he said, eyes closed, “Thanks for taking care of me, pretty girl. I really love you.”
My heart warmed, and I was struck not for the first time by how special he always made me feel, even when he was impossibly drunk.
“I really love you too, Matty,” I whispered, pulling the throw blanket from the bottom of our bed up to cover Mat’s long and broad form, before snuggling under the comforter myself.
“I’m so glad,” he whispered, his breathing already starting to slow into sleep.
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/8KOO4K8R4yw on YouTube at 3:23:03 get ready to be changed forever fml i’ll never look at him the same way
1) oh my good god my fucking heart im gonna die
2) thank u sm. u deserve a nobel peace prize for what u did for the barzy sluts
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His smile at the end?!? I’m not ok 😭
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Mat Barzal, Tik Toking? Just have my kids already
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wrong girl? - m.barzal
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summary: Mat sends you a drink at the bar and you assume it’s for one of your friends who fits the typical hockey boy mold
You didn’t think you were ugly, you never muttered those words, you would nitpick yourself, everyone does. But you never thought you weren’t attractive, you knew you had some good characteristics, and you knew you had pretty eyes, but whenever you were out with your friends who were all a good bit lighter than you, and blonder, and had piercing blue eyes, the confidence you had would dwindle significantly. “Alright girl, I see you.” One of your girlfriends grinned, twirling you around, the jeans hugged your curbs just right and the top was just loose enough to balance out the outfit. “Thank you.” You grinned at her, seeing they were all a round or two in already, “watch my bag, I’m gonna order a drink.” You called over the music, she nodded sliding your purse into the booth with her. You fought your way through the crowd, gasping softly when the heel of your boot clipped someone’s foot. “I’m so sorry.” You rushed turned to face him, a slight shock flashing through your eyes as you recognized him, but you kept your cool, because you hated whenever someone with a following would get treated differently because of their standing. “It’s alright.” He smiled, shrugging it off, and you figured that was that, so you continued your way to the bar, not feeling his eyes follow you.
You were in the middle of making small talk when an employee walked a drink out to your table, “the guy over there,” she paused pointing in Mat’s general direction, “got this for you.” She set the drink down, and you instantly slid it to your friend, “this is yours?” She spoke, sliding it back, a questioning tone in her voice. “She didn’t specify, I’m sure it’s for you.” You retorted, sliding it back again. She rolled her eyes and glanced towards the direction the waitress pointed, you didn’t pay much attention to her, gasping when she slid it back in front of you, nearly spilling it on you. “He pointed at you.” She shrugged, a grin pulling on her face. “He’s cute.” She mumbled as if he could hear from all the way over there, you glanced back, confused look on your face, surely she had been mistaken, he winked when you caught his gaze, you looked at him blankly for a moment and his smile faltered. You pointed to yourself and he nodded, you pointed to your friend and he shook his head, you gave him a soft smile before turning back in your seat. Maybe tonight would go better after all.
“Would you order her a drink? If you’re not going to man up and go over there?” Tito sighed, looking at Mat exasperatedly, “what? Isn’t that kinda cliche?” He retorted, sipping on his beer that burned going down his throat, he had his eyes glued to your table, not in a creepy way, but he just thought you were the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen, and that, that scared him. To say the least. “Cliche is good, it’s cute, girls like that.” Tito defended, nudging him when you turned slightly, the side of your face being lit up by the light as you spoke to one of your friends who had gotten up. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, “damn.” Tito sighed shaking his head, “are you sure all she said to you was I’m sorry?” He teased Mat, earning a glare from him. “Just order the drink.” Tito groaned again, all but shoving Mat to the bar. Finally, he agreed.
You enjoyed whatever the drink is that he ordered you, and now you found yourself rushing to the bathroom, hoping the line had gone down. But of course, it couldn’t be that simple, “we should really stop meeting like this.” Mat chuckled, grabbing your arms to steady you after you bumped into him on your way to the bathroom. You laughed, but it only made you realize how badly you have to pee. “Can you wait just a minute?” You questioned, already moving from his gentle grip, he nodded with a raised eyebrow, laughing softly when he saw you scurry into the women’s bathroom. You could swear you’ve never been in and out of there so quick, your eyes scanned over the crowd, a smile on your face when you saw Mat exactly where you left him. “Better?” Mat asked, a cheesy laugh falling from his lips, you nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Much,” you paused, glancing up at him, “was that drink really for me?” You added, cringing when you heard the insecure words fall from your mouth. He nodded instantly, “yes, definitely.” He assured you, hurt flashing in his eyes at the thought of you really not thinking the drink was yours. “Thanks.” You mumbled, and he could barely hear it over the sound of the music and people talking in the bar, but he swore to himself right then and there, if he was so lucky as to get you to go out with him, he would always hear everything you had to say. “Did you want to get our own table?” He questioned, leaning in slightly so you could hear him better, you took advantage of the close angle and really looked into his eyes, so genuine, so welcoming. “Yeah, I think that would be nice.” You responded, allowing him to guide you with a hand on the middle of your back, he smiled at the blush creeping up your neck. “I’m going to get us some more drinks, what do you want?” He asked, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes showing his smirk when he caught you glancing at his lips. “Whatever it is you ordered me before.” You answered with a genuine chuckle, a smile staying on your face for the rest of the night. Something Mat would never get tired of.
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she shoots - m.barzal
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summary: mat teaches his gf how to skate and shoot
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clingy - m.barzal
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Summary- mat doesn’t feel like leaving you alone so he brings you to practice
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