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April 30th 2024 best hockey tweet(s) of the day
#hockey twitter#nhl#nhl hockey#hockey#nhl bruins#boston bruins#bruins#brad marchand#carolina hurricanes#new york islanders#sebastian aho#sebastian ahos
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The Best Of You, Honey, Belongs To Me
Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader
A visceral in doses fic
Warnings: some jealousy and smut, mentions having a baby and drinking alcohol, and mentions marriage
Takes place September 2026
“Ryan’s here,” Mat groans while unbuckling Nolan from his car seat.
Your sweet boy kicks his legs in delight, ready to be in his daddy’s arms while simultaneously distracting Mat from his distaste. You clock just where Mat’s line of vision was previously directed, Ryan’s car.
“You memorized his car?” You ask with a smirk after you round the corner to get to your two boys.
Mat doesn’t usually get jealous, so when he does you always feel a little smug.
“It’s not my fault he’s always around,” Mat mutters against Nolan’s chubby cheek.
“Dada,” Nolan squeals, his body leaning into his daddy’s chest.
“Aw baby, don’t be jealous. I’m all yours,” you say, holding up your left hand to showcase your rock for an engagement ring. It catches the rays from the sun and gleams, making Mat smile gleefully.
“I love you,” he says with his lovesick eyes that you love so much.
You walk up to him, long silky smooth legs on display, and reach out to move some hair away from his forehead. His hazel eyes sparkle in the sun, luring you into his chest. Or maybe it was his large hand on the curve of your ass pulling you to him. You seal your mouth to his and welcome his tongue as it passes the seam of your lips. He hums into you, tasting the cherry flavor of your lip gloss.
“Fuck. Can I just take you home?” Mat asks, breathlessly after he reluctantly pulls away.
He keeps his eyes closed for a while, memories of your night before flashing through his mind.
“Sorry, hotshot. We need to be here at least 3 hours before we can think about leaving,” you sigh, turning to adjust Nolan’s wrinkled shirt.
He gives you a single-tooth smile and you can’t resist kissing his cheeks, eliciting his precious giggles.
“Mama,” he coos and puckers his lips for a kiss.
“My boys and their kisses,” you cheer, happily giving your baby another kiss.
After dinner and many conversations held with many people, you finally have time to find your boys and relax. You make a quick stop at the ice chest to find a drink for yourself and Mat. The both of you won’t be able to drink too much because you have Nolan and the drive back home, but one sounds nice.
As you’re about to get to your fiancé, you see Ryan step up to him and you pause. Things with Mat and Ryan are still weird. Even though there have been many occasions that they’ve been around each other, there’s still tension that lingers. Ryan will make conversation with you and Mat will immediately turn green in jealousy. He reeks in it and you especially feel it when he paws at you so openly. You don’t mind Mat’s brazen nature when it comes to you; you know he’s not faking it.
“Hey, man. Do you mind if I carry Nolie bear?” Ryan asks and you can clearly see Mat tense up. His skin crawls as this nobody uses the nickname you coined for your son.
He’s still for a while and Ryan waits in front of him patiently. Mat’s confidence starts to falter. He never really thought about another man carrying his son as a threat, but now he’s on alert.
“Sure,” Mat agrees and passes Nolan into Ryan’s arms.
“He’s adorable, Mat. He reminds me a lot of Y/n,” Ryan says with a smile. His eyes briefly flash over to you. He seems to always know where you are.
“That’s funny, Y/n always says that he’s my mini me,” Mat retorts with a smug look painting his face.
Before Ryan can respond, Nolan starts wailing and squirming. He reaches his little arms out for his daddy, and Mat wastes no time taking him into his arms. Nolan’s cries pull you to them, so you can make sure he’s okay.
“Hey little man. Are you okay, baby?” You coo and run your fingers through the small tufts of hair on his head.
Mat watches the way Ryan’s eyes burn into your skin. He watches you so intently, like he just wants to pull you into him. Well, too bad. Mat will never let it happen.
“He’s okay. He just isn’t used to being in strangers arms,” Mat hums, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side. As you wipe away Nolan’s tears, Mat’s hand makes home on the small of your back. His fingers dip down to the curve of your ass and you send him a wicked grin. His touch alone is enough to set you on fire.
“He’s a daddy’s boy at the moment,” you chime in, nudging your nose into your boyfriend’s cheek. You softly cup his cheek and pulls his lips to yours. The large diamonds of your engagement ring shine under the light and catch Ryan’s eye.
“You’re engaged?” His shocked question pulls your attention away from where you’re currently occupied.
“Oh yeah! Mat asked while we were in Italy last month. Isn’t my ring perfect? Mat had it customized. I’m so lucky,” you gleam, practically jumping up and down. The jiggle of your ass under your shorts catches Mat’s attention and he has to wipe away the drool on his chin.
“I couldn’t wait any longer to make this pretty girl my wife,” Mat simpers, slapping your ass and kissing on your exposed shoulder.
“Well of course you had to. She did have your baby,” Ryan murmurs, eyes rolling at the two of you.
“Shut up,” you snap and push yourself into Mat’s chest before he can throw a fist.
“I’m just saying. He probably felt like he had to propose to you because you had a baby,” Ryan shrugs as if what he was saying wasn’t rude and offensive.
“Careful, Ryan. You almost sound jealous,” Mat grunts.
“Jealous? Of who? You?” The other guy shakes his head, his eyes dead set on Mat.
“Right, you wouldn’t be jealous of me. I only have the girl of your dreams in my bed every night and she had my baby. And now she’s wearing the engagement ring I designed for her, but you’re not jealous,” Mat says under his breath, but loud enough for Ryan to hear.
You turn into Mat’s chest, coming face to face with the protruding veins on his neck and the flush in his face. He’s pissed. You rub down his torso and rub at Nolan’s back. Surely he can feel the tension and that’s why he’s pressed into Mat.
“I don’t care about any of that, because guess what? She’ll never forget her first,” Ryan huffs, unknowingly setting off a ticking time bomb inside of your fiancé.
Your jaw drops to the floor and your anger starts to boil over its already overflowing pot. You cannot believe this is happening right now.
“You know what, it’s time to go,” you cut in before things have a chance to turn for the worst.
Mat follows you silently, his hand intertwining with yours lets you know that he’s trying to calm down.
Bidding your goodbyes and promises of seeing your family and friends again soon pass by in a blur. You’re not even sure what words came out of your mouth. Your feet just know that you have to get out of there and carry you to the car with Nolan in hand.
As you buckle Nolan in you start to feel guilty for leaving Mat in there- he’s either stuck in line for the restroom or stuck in his farewells- but the air in that house was starting to run thin.
And while you worry about Mat, he’s seemingly burning whatever remnants of the bridge that connects you to Ryan.
Your fiancé places a heavy hand on Ryan’s shoulder, gathering his full attention.
“You may have been her first, but I’m her last. At least I can please my girl more than once in one night, and she sometimes doesn’t mind making a mess on my sheets,” Mat whispers and walks away before Ryan can respond.
The hockey player finds you in his vehicle, his fast paced walk getting him to you within a minute.
“I’m sorry I left you in there. I just needed to get-“ your words are cut off by Mat’s lips on yours.
His hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head back as his tongue devours your mouth.
“You’re mine,” he huffs, eyes closed as he tries to commit this kiss to memory.
“Always and forever,” you breathlessly whisper and place your forehead against his.
“Let’s go home,” he says, patting your butt and walking you to the passenger side.
The entire way home you keep a watchful eye on Mat. You can tell he’s still bothered by what happened by the way he white knuckles the steering wheel. You cup the back of his neck and rub out the tension with your thumb. You can feel him partially relax into your touch.
“I love you, Barzy,” you whisper and finally relax into the seat.
Back at home, you quickly give Nolan and yourself a bath before putting him to sleep.
Mat intercepts you in your shared bedroom, his hands pull your body into a hug. You’re only clad in your silk robe and the hockey player is quick to undo the tie. His eyes roam your bare body hidden beneath the silky material. Your nipples peek through and catch his attention. His thumbs massage your nipples over your robe and your core starts to tingle in delight.
“I can’t believe you ever had sex with that guy,” Mat grumbles as he pushes the robe off of your shoulders.
He grabs you by your waist and hoists you so you’re lying on your California king sized bed. Your darkening eyes follow each of his movements as he pulls off every item of clothing on his frame.
You move to rest on your side, half propped up by leaning on your elbow.
“It pisses me off that he made you come for the first time. It pisses me off even more that he’s still around and that he watches you like a hawk. You’re mine. You’re my wife, the mother of our child,” he exasperated, hands fisting his hair.
You watch him vibrate with anger that’s triggered by jealousy. Some people may feel guilty, but it turns you on like no other.
“But look at you all laid out for me,” Mat continues, finally getting on the bed.
He climbs on top of you, his knees pressing into the mattress at your sides. He leans down, cups your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. A soft moan escapes your mouth, one that he almost doesn’t hear.
“Baby,” you hum and guide his hand to your heat.
“You’re so wet, pretty girl. Who’re you all soaked for?” He smirks at the way you coat his fingers in arousal.
“You. Only you,” you whimper as he sinks his cold fingers into you, preparing you for his cock.
“Hell yeah. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” Mat stakes his claim and continues to pump his thick digits into you.
“Fuck me. Fill me up, please,” you beg and close your legs around his wrist to stop his movements.
“You want my cock, baby?”
You nod your head before uttering out a desperate please.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” He questions even though he knows the answer. He finally moves between your legs, grabbing his length and giving it a few strokes, sending a jolt of excitement through you.
“Yes,” your response is broken as he slips himself between your folds. His shaft glistens in your wetness.
You softly swivel your hips, your clit meeting his leaking tip. He taps his head on your sensitive bud, teasing you until you’re begging.
“You feel so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me,” he grunts as he finally stretches you open.
Your core flutters around him immediately. He’s rock hard and heavy inside of you. His thrusts are slow, but pronounced. His mushroomed tip glides along your wet walls in a tantric massage. It makes you so weak.
“Kiss me,” you whine and pull him down on top of you. Your legs wrap around him, your heels digging into his back to keep him deep inside of you. Your hands wrap around his upper back and neck. You always need him pressed to your skin.
Mat takes your lips in his, his nose nudging into yours and his tongue stroking yours. He swallows each of your moans while simultaneously pulling more out of you.
The all too familiar knot starts to tighten in your tummy. Every single nerve ending in your body burns in lust. Mat must feel the way you clench down on him, because he lifts one of your legs and places it over his shoulder.
“Oh my god. Right there, Maty. Don’t stop,” you chant at the change in angle.
His cock hits deeper to the point you practically feel him in your stomach. His large hands grip your hips and move them up and down. He repeatedly presses into your sweet spot and it sends you reeling. Your back arches off the bed and you fist the sheets while your moans get stuck in your throat. The pleasure is too good, it’s rendered you speechless.
“You look so sexy taking my cock,” he praises and circles your clit with the pad of his thumb.
Your body thrums in bliss, your slick dripping down his length and collecting at the base. The squelching and moaning creates your own melody.
“I’m going to come,” you announce with a loud moan.
The knot is being pulled taut, on the verge of snapping, and Mat holds you tight as he pounds into you.
“Come on my cock and scream my name, baby,” he throws you into the abyss.
You come with a cry, his name in the center of it. Your body twitches as the strength of your orgasm unleashes its wrath. Your walls collapse on his cock and sets off his own release. His come is pumped deep inside of you, filling you up, making you his.
“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re such a good girl, taking all of my come,” Mat praises, slowly pulling out of you and letting his lips caress your entire shivering body. He reaches down and circles your clit, working you through your release. Very gently he inserts two fingers into your sopping pussy, fucking his come back into you. It’s an erotic sight to see it drop down your thighs, but he also loves watching you be full of him. Plus, it’s hot to see it spill from your cunt.
“I love you,” you whimper and kiss on any part of him you can reach.
“I love you, baby.” He scoops your body into his arms and adjusts the both of you, so you’re lying on his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart eases the effects of your aftershocks. His warmth seeps into your skin and you can feel yourself slipping into the perfect satiated state.
Nolan’s shrill cries break through the silence from the baby monitor and wake you up.
“I got it,” Mat whispers with a kiss to your forehead.
“No, let me. I want to hold my baby,” you respond and pull yourself out of bed.
You quickly get cleaned up before warming up his milk and entering the nursery. While you get Nolan situated in the rocking chair, Mat cleans himself up and puts on some underwear.
Quietly he stands in the entrance of Nolan’s room, watching the love of his life feed their baby. You’re dressed in Mat’s button up and Nolan is wrapped in an Islanders onesie. He sucks his milk while his eyes are glued to you. Mat knows that’s why you love feeding him. The bonding moment is everything to you, especially since you weaned him off of your breast milk.
You look up and find the love of your life watching the sweet moment between you and your son. You give him a soft smile, one full of love and appreciation. He single-handedly changed your life and you couldn’t be happier than you are right now.
“I love you, Y/n. So much,” Mat professes, kneeling down next to the rocking chair, and gracing you with many kisses to your shoulder and neck.
“I love you, Barzy,” you whisper tearfully.
With ease, Mat picks you up and sets you on his lap after he sits on the chair. You lean your head back on his shoulder and continue feeding your baby boy. Mat presses his mouth into your neck and his pointer finger is wrapped up in Nolan’s tiny hand. Mat is grateful for his life with you and the family you’re both creating.
a/n: Idk how I really feel about this, but enjoy!
#visceral in doses#mat barzal#mat barzal fanfiction#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal smut#mat barzal fic#nhl imagine#nhl fic#new york islanders
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pretty princess
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I can't help but feel like I'm slacking off if I don't catify at least one hockey player a week >:-)
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Credit: theotherbab
Equipment managers deserve more recognition for a really demanding job that has them going all over and working long hours in hockey.
#nhl#hockey#hockey equipment#2024 hockey playoffs#boston bruins#philadephia flyers#la kings#anahiem ducks#pittsburgh penguins#montreal canadiens#vancouver canucks#vegas golden knights#san jose sharks#colorado avalanche#minnesota wild#dallas stars#chicago blackhawks#toronto maple leafs#calgary flames#edmonton oilers#winnipeg jets#new york rangers#new york islanders#new jersey devils#tampa bay lightning#florida panthers#utah#washington capitals
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Anything with Mat PLEASE
when you woke up mat was still a warm sleeping presences next to you. his warm strong body pressed up against yours as he lightly snored. you moved slowly turning into and pressing closer to him hoping sleep would take you back to the peaceful world maty was is in that moment. opening your eyes you looked up at your sleeping boyfriend, his hair was stark against your white pillow cases, his head was half under the pillow, his chin up with his arms tucked around his head.
He was so pretty at all times, but mornings like this were so different. hips features were soft and peaceful, his perfect pink lips parted just slightly, a whistle of his breath filled the quietly bedroom. you really thought you could spend the rest of your days just looking at him.
rubbing your hand over his bare chest you got closer, leaning into his warmth, soaking it in before the enviable would come.
you never fell back asleep, instead spending your morning staring and admiring mat. he never moved, his lips would twitch every so often, as it looked like he was trying to talk. you smiled and just watched.
maybe an hour later he stirred, taking a sharp breath and stretching his whole body out and rolled to find you. he smiled sleepily as his hair stuck up.
“oh, mornin” his voice was sleep filled and deep.
“mornin sleepyhead”
maty made a small soft noise closing his eyes again and settling back into the warm spot he’d been in.
“you sleep good?” he asked still with his eyes closed.
“mhm, you?”
“the best actually, and i got to wake up my favorite person, that just makes it better”
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5/3/24 Clean out day….. he’s so bummed…. it’s 💔
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it’s over
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miss him
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April 2nd 2024 best hockey tweet of the day
#hockey twitter#nhl#nhl hockey#hockey#stanley cup playoffs#philadelphia flyers#buffalo sabres#detroit red wings#new york islanders#washington capitals#new jersey devils#these 5 teams having a mid off
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something about how trades really do affect players. how it's not just us as fans being crazy or reading too much into it. it's real and it's painful. erik johnson has lacked the hutzpah he once had ever since leaving colorado, as if he could bear landeskog's injury but the second he was forced to leave it all came crashing down. sidney crosby has lost much of the joy he once carried and it's because he had the human, golden embodiment of that joy in jake guentzel torn away from him when he needed it most. dylan larkin shed genuine, heartfelt, distraught tears when tyler bertuzzi was traded away. the penguins still welcome marc-andre fleury to pittsburgh every time he plays there because, no matter where he is, that is his home. pk subban could never return to the same player he was after he was taken from price. trevor zegras is seemingly incomplete without drysdale at his side. brandon duhaime is lacking his connor dewar. bowen byram no longer has his alex newhook to lean on and laugh with. travis koneckny and nolan patrick may never even get the chance to play another game with or against one another. and who could imagine kuznetsov as anyone but a capital? do you really think of pavelski in the green of the stars or do you see him proud in teal beside thornton and marleau? did shea weber ever really stop being a nashville predator? and what about beauvillier, horvat, compher, dumolin, burakovsky, kadri, yamamoto, hornqvist, eberle, o'rielly, barrie, jost, gaudreau, karlsson, carter and richards, martin, and so many others? even wayne gretzky himself went to three teams post trade, searching for that spark he had in edmonton after they made him leave. jagr had eight after pittsburgh. you are not crazy for grieving, in some small way, a player you lost. and they aren't crazy for feeling distraught either. these teams are family. and family is everything, even if it gets ripped apart so easily.
#colorado avalanche#pittsburgh penguins#edmonton oilers#toronto maple leafs#vancover canucks#new york islanders#detroit red wings#anahiem ducks#philidelphia flyers#minnesota wild#nashville predators#montreal canadiens#washington capitals#san jose sharks#calgary flames#ottawa senators#nhl#hockey#all i do is cry about this sport seriously#was feeling a bit poetic#also there are so many more players i could include here it's upsetting. fuck trades man
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can we get a barzy smut (ur wearing his cowboy hat, doing it on the kitchen counter)
save a horse, ride a cowboy – mb
wc: 1.9k
cw: SMUT (18+)!!!, dirty talk, cowboys 🤠
note: I knoooooow I’m supposed to be working on other things but at least I’m writing again!!! hopefully more coming soon!!! love you guys & thanks for the support 🫶🏼 reblogs & comments appreciated
“Alright, cowboy. I’m ready. Let’s go.” After over an hour of getting ready you finally stepped out of the bathroom ready for your night out. Mat and your friends were going out tonight to a bull riding event that came to New York only once a year. Your recent obsession with cowboys had you giddy for the night all day long. You had broken in your new cowboy boots for weeks specially for tonight. Your boyfriend had the same idea with his cowboy hat. Which looked absolutely sexy on top of his mess of hair. You’d been fantasizing for a while about riding him with his hat on. But that would wait for after the show.
You found Mat sitting on the couch on his phone with his black cowboy hat on his head. “Finally,” he said, putting his phone away, looking up at you. You could see his breath hitch as his eyes dragged over your body, slowly, up and down, then up again to meet your eyes. They narrowed slightly as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
You grinned and spun around in a circle, giving him the full view of the outfit. The white oversized linen blouse that was held together in the front by only two strings, with a red lace bra underneath, the tight black miniskirt with an oversized western belt and the star of the show, your cherry red cowboy boots. “Good?”
“Fuck,” was all he muttered, before lifting his hand to rake his hand through his hair, which knocked the cowboy hat of his head he forgot he was wearing. He was frozen in place so you took to few steps it took to get to him, leaning over a little too closely to give a little peak and picked the hat up, setting it on your intentional wavy mess of hair.
“Now I’m ready.” You stroked his cheek and winked at him before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mat immediately jumped up and followed you to the kitchen where he came up to you from behind to pull you into his body by your hips. His lips latched onto your neck, pressing soft wet kisses along it while his big hand slipped underneath your open blouse over your stomach keeping you in place against him.
“We gotta go,” you hummed leaning more into his touch. You really did have to go, but the warmth that spread throughout your body was terribly good at letting you forget that fact.
“I don’t care,” Mat mumbled back, still working your neck and jawline while sliding his hands over your body.
“We’re gonna miss the opening show,” you tried again, but there wasn’t much care behind your words either.
“I’d much rather bend you over the counter and fuck you all night long.” A little gasp escaped you at his words. “And you know what they say, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy.”
You couldn’t argue with that logic and let him spin you around and kiss you breathlessly. The hat was knocked of your head when he pressed you into the fridge kissing you so aggressively that you had to grip his own linen blouse you forced him to wear – a black tshirt just wouldn’t do – strong enough you were scared you were going to rip holes into it.
You didn’t kiss for much longer, both of you already worked up enough, before Mat gripped your hips roughly to flip you and bend you over the kitchen island. You landed on your elbows, palms flat on the marble while Mat kicked your legs apart. He groaned slapping your ass that was already peaking out from under your skirt. He shoved the tiny bit of frantic even higher so it bunched around your waist, only to reveal the matching red lace thong. The growl that came out of him could have brought you over the edge alone. Mat’s calloused hands griped your delicate skin then pressed his erection into you.
“This ass drives me crazy, every fucking day.” He slapped your skin again. “And then this skirt, god.”
Your moan was interrupted by a chuckle. “I’m aware. We never make it out the door without you fucking me against the closest surface any time I wear it.”
One of his hands got ahold of your waves and pulled your upper body up to him. With a touch voice he spoke into your ear sending shiver down your spine, “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you on the counter? Making us late yet again? We’re starting to gain a reputation.”
His grip on your hair was rough but the pleasure trumped the pain. “Yes,” you whispered hoarsely.
“Good girl.” And with that she shoved you back down, pressing you flat against the cold counter. He works his pants, freeing his hard cock desperate to slide right into you. And he doesn’t waste any time pushing your pantries to the side, lining up and running the tip over your folds. You both gasp at contact. “This pussy if soaked for me. You like the hat that much, eh?”
You wiggled your ass in response, widening your stance and pushing back into him to urge him on. He slipped himself through your folds again before slamming into you to the hilt. “Oh god,” you moaned, your finger digging into the marble.
Mat gave you a few more seconds to adjust before gripping your hips and thrusting back into you, hard. “So fucking right.” He switched between hard and fast thrusts then slower and more precise ones, grinding into you making sure to hit every angle. His hands were on you. Your back, pushing you down. Your hair, giving him something to hold onto while slamming into you repeatedly.
You were a whimpering moaning mess underneath him. “That what you wanted? To be fucked by a cowboy?” His words were choppy and breathless as he slammed into you then rolled his hips sliding impossibly deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” you breathed. That got your ass slapped and your hair pulled hard giving you enough momentum to force yourself up onto your hands. Mat’s lips connected with your shoulder, biting down enough to leave marks before soothing the burn with soft kisses.
“You are delicious,” he murmured and suddenly the moment turned soft. Your arm wrapped around his neck pulling him into you for a kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and you both moaned when Mat started slowing moving his hips again.
But then he separated, only enough to spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, capturing your lips immediately after. You kissed, not caring about smearing your red lipstick. He was addicting and even though you absolutely hated being late to events, for this you’d give up everything. But when your body started to scream for his cock filling you again, you slipped your hand between your bodies wrapping your hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Around every hot, hard inch covered in your juices. Your finger glides over the tip, smearing the drops of cum beading there.
Finally, you slid closer to the edge of the counter and Mat filled you easily, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back with a groan. Your legs shook in their place around his waist. You felt every inch, every ridge, every vain as he slowly moved inside of you. The please was building and building, turning your brain into mush losing control over your body. But Mat got you, pinning you to him, savoring every moan and sigh.
“Maty. Maty.” You buried your face in the crock of his neck and let him work you, pumping into you slow but deep.
“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his lips tracing your damp skin. “So good.”
His jaw flexed as he started to pick up his pace again, both of you already close to finding your release. So you lied back on the counter, let your legs fall open, and started to play with yourself while Mat took you in. That expression of passion and love on his face in full blinding force. But then you bit your lip and pinched your clit as his expression turned downright wicked. He pulled out and then slammed in hard. Again. And again. Steady, even, powerful strokes that shook your entire body.
Mat fucked you senseless on the top of the kitchen counter. The cowboy hat, which had gotten you so worked up all afternoon since he refused to wait until tonight to wear it, scattered on the floor. He looked like some sort of avenging god working you into a frenzy. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair flopped over his forehead, veins bulging on his forearms while his abs flexed with every thrust. You could come just from savoring the view you got by lying with spread legs beneath his hard, heavy body. His hands held you open wide, and his eyes stay locked on yours.
You finally fell apart underneath his touch. Your body tremored, wave after wave as your orgasm dragged on for an eternity. Mat draped himself on top of you, pressing him lips to yours, swallowing every moan you gave him.
You held him close, hugging him to you even closer. Your shudders subsided and you were finally able to focus on him, noticing his lips switch – a tell he was also close. “Come on, cowboy. Come in me.”
Your voice was hoarse against his ear. You reveled in the fact that he shivered in response before his thrust got more and more sloppy, before he finally erupted. Mat groaned loudly, pushing deeper into you, spilling every drop of him cum inside of you. You felt everything. Every pulse. Every kiss. Every touch. You could even feel his heartbeat on your chest and his harsh breath against your neck.
You spent a couple of minutes catching your breath, stroking his hair, waiting for that orgasm cloud over your brain to pass. When you finally did muster up the courage to look over to the oven clock, you pushed Mat away from you. “Fuck! We’re really gonna be late now.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Mat’s hand caught your wrist, spinning you back towards him. “Let’s clean up.”
He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it in the sink, before dropping to his knees. His green eyes were still oozing sex as he slowly wiped his cum from your thigh. “Hurry,” you whined. “I wanna see the cowboys.”
He smirked before reaching back to grab his hat off the floor flopping it on his head. “You’ve got a perfectly good cowboy sitting right here. On his knees ready to worship you, might I add.”
As much as you loved the feel of your pussy clenching at the thought, you had plenty of time to do that later. Mat worshipping you could wait. The cowboys couldn’t. And that’s what you told him, before pulling him off the floor, doing the cleaning up yourself to actually get the job done. After a quick trip to the bathroom for some perfume renewal, you finally dragged your cowboy out the door.
#mat barzal#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal smut#nhl fics#nhl imagine#nhl fanfiction#smut#new york islanders#hockey smut#hockey fics
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Eyes-from-across-the-room with Barzal at a little bar where he’s playing guitar please! 🙏
“Is that who i think it is?” you asked your roommate as you glancing over at the stage.
“I dont know, who are you looking at?” she sounded more annoyed then you would have liked to hear.
“the guy on the stage with the guitar” you matched her tone and she just shrugged at you before getting up and going to get a drink.
You continued to stare at the guy trying to place his face in your head. He looked so familiar, he was handsome with a well structured face and dark fluffily curly hair, he was big too. His fame was hulking a little over the smaller musicians on the stage with him.
Hockey.
Holy shit that was Mat Barzal.
Your eyes widened as you connected the dots and Mat seemed to notice you at that moment, he looked over and made friendly eye contact as you froze. He flashed a wide knowing grin then tipped his beer at you before sipping it.
The next song stated and you just watched as her performed, taking a few sips of his beer during the show. In awe you watched him get off the stage and walk toward you raking his fingers through his hair before stopping in front of you.
“Hi there” he smiled again.
“H-hi” you choked out a little.
“You okay sweetheart?” he reached out rubbing his warm hand over your upper arm.
Nodding you cleared your throat.
“Let me buy you a drink, then maybe we can get to know each other a little”
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Mat Barzal in Ethan Bear's wedding video
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please im begging... thigh riding mat barzal smut.... please
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“Shit, baby, I gotta leave soon.”
“No, you don’t,” you mumbled defiantly, your fingers curled in his hair to tug his head back as your lips trace over his pulse point. “You have ages.”
“I still need to get ready,” Mat murmured, but it was half-hearted at best. His hands were gripping your hips, his body sinking back into the couch as you continued to kiss along his neck. “The boys are gonna give me shit if I’m late again—”
“Tragic,” you retorted, though he could feel your smile pressed against him.
“Baby,” Mat groaned before he ducked his head down, until his lips found yours again. “You’re a menace.”
You pulled back, your hands dropping to rest on his chest. “Sorry for wanting to spend some time with my boyfriend after he’s been away for a week,” you grumbled but the smile remained on your face. “I think I need to have a word with the coaching team. It’s not fair that you have morning skate when you just came back from a roadie.”
Mat raised his brows, amused. “Not fair for who?”
“For your lonely and neglected girlfriend,” you retorted.
Mat snorted. “My poor girl.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Don’t mock me.”
“Never,” he grinned before he leaned back up to kiss you again. “Need some lovin’?”
“Don’t say it like that,” you muttered but you leaned into the kiss, your nails lightly scratching his chest over the material of his shirt. “Makes me sound needy.”
“You are needy,” Mat countered, lightly pinching your hip. “And I love it.”
“Then do something about it,” you retorted, hips rolling down to feel the bulge in his sweatpants. “Mat, baby, please…”
Mat groaned, gripping your hips to stay still despite every cell in his body wanting to do the opposite. “Baby, I can’t.”
You huffed, your hands on his chest as you moved to climb off his lap.
“Hey, hey,” Mat murmured as he pulled you back down, your chests pressed together. “I said I can’t. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Mat, that doesn’t make any sense—”
“Gonna make you feel good, baby,” he murmured, lifting you up enough so you were shifted off his lap and left straddling one of his legs instead.
Your cheeks warmed at his insinuation. “Mat—”
“C’mon, I gotta leave soon,” Mat muttered against your lips as his hands squeezed your hips. “Want my pretty girl to ride my thigh before I go.”
Your brain short circuited for a small moment.
“S’hot, babe,” Mat continued like his suggestion hadn’t completely melted your insides and washed away any coherent thoughts with it. “Pretty sure I remember you said you wanted to try it back at All-Stars—”
“I was drunk,” you defended, but your body flushed at the reminder. “And it wasn’t my fault you had your thighs out like a slut.”
He grinned. “They are all yours, baby, use them as you please.”
Your breath hitched a little. “I don’t know…”
“Shhh, just relax f’me,” Mat whispered, leaning up to kiss you again.
You sunk into his embrace, letting the whirling thoughts in your mind come to a halting stop as his tongue swiped along your lower lip before deepening the kiss. His hands gave your hips another squeeze before he started guiding, slowly rocking you back and forth until your body was moving on it’s own accord.
“Just like that, baby,” he praised, his forehead pressed against yours as your soft pants brushed along his lips. “That’s my pretty girl. Looking so fucking good riding my thigh like that. You look so gorgeous when you use me, baby.”
Your face flushed, a pathetic whine leaving your lips. “Mat—”
“C’mon, baby,” Mat cooed, his thumbs dipping under the hem of your shirt to swipe along your heated skin. “Give me something to think about during practice.”
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