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book-ish-ly · 4 months ago

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Review: ★★★★★

This book left a pretty big mark on me, if I'm being honest. Whales have always felt like very poignant and inspiring creatures in my life, and after reading this, I got a tattoo of an orca whale. I think this book is very well written, dipping in and out of facts, thoughtful concepts, and little blurbs about the writer's life. This book really highlighted the vitality of context to me, something that I've been able to apply not only to other books I've read since, but just in my day to day. Nothing exists without the context it lives in.

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When a whale beaches, it develops hyperthermia as a result of the blubber layer and no heat dispersion through the water

Stranded whales that suffer too long may be euthanized by

Being blown up with dynamite (assuming targeting the brain/neural system)

“The green dream” euthanasia mixture

Being shot in the head (again targeting the brain and neural system)

When a whale beaches, bones that are the heaviest are on top of the whale and out of the water weight crushes their organs slowly

In 2018, 150 pilot whales beached themselves and all but 6 died

In 2009, 80 pilot whales beached themselves, and most of them died even after attempted rescue

There was another beaching in 1996, but most were saved

An old wives tale claims whales beach themselves in response to comets or meteorites (they may also beach in response to solar storms)

A sperm whale washed on shore in Spain with an entire greenhouse’s supply of materials in its stomach (hoses, tarps, pots, etc)

Most polluted animals in the world are the orcas of Puget Sound

Starfish in Puget Sound have a disease that causes their arms to leave/crawl away from their bodies

Whales are often more polluted than their surroundings because of their blubber and the fat solubility of a lot of toxins and pollutants

Some gray whales hunted for food in Russia stunk when carved for meat and the people who ate them became numb- likely from pollution

Whales can hold their breath for so long because the water’s pressure distributes the oxygen through the body by squeezing the respiratory system slowly and dispersing oxygen that way

When cached in blubber, the toxins remain inert. The only way they entered the bloodstream and majorly affected the whales was when they fasted (intentionally or not) (for example: when migrating)

Firstborn whales receive a hefty dose of the pollution their mother carries; subsequent calves receive decreasing amounts of the toxins

Seabirds’ bodies store the pollution in their feathers, to be molted off the body

“To fully comprehend the degree to which any environment was damaged, you needed to consider the ways in which it was damaging from the perspective of other species - from the sensorium of animals.” - seems to be referencing keystone species specifically?

Greenland Inuit women seasonally eat whale meat, but have been warned not to do so during pregnancy, and not to breastfeed their babies at all - “if her milk was in containers other than her breasts, she would not be allowed to take it over state lines.” - BBC Documentary

Inuit women live in the most isolated and least industrialized places on the planet and consuming the whales meant their bodies were still contaminated. Their levels were comparable to people living downstream from gold mines in China and South America.

Whales represent hope, eco-friendliness in the West

“Apart from the visceral harm done to the animals themselves, their symbolism lay ransacked. A kind of hope was being polluted.”

Whalefalls were only discovered by the Navy in 1977, but today’s estimate of the number of active/current whalefalls at this moment is 690,000

“Did we owe whales greater distance or more intervention? And who was the ‘we’ in that sentence?”

“We stand in the wake of something we cannot yet comprehend.”

Kodiak Island natives used darts dipped in monkshood flower root juice to poison whales (right whales)

Large groups of petroglyphs may have marked sites where luring of whales may have taken place

“The two smaller engravings that accompany the whale (the Ball’s Head Whale petroglyph)- the man, the horse-dog - were placed into and next to it during an era in which seaborne methods of disassembling whale bodies were established so that ships no longer needed to return to port to process their haul, and whaling could expand to become the first truly globalized extractive industry. The petroglyph was covered up; it was revealed; it was blighted by reflective road paint and cleaned. The Ball’s Head Whale lies now within the fence line of an “eco-living” initiative, behind a garden wall.” -strong irony in the additions white men made to a native petroglyph, strong irony in the “painting” of the glyph with road paint, strong irony in its current location within an “eco living” initiative. Strong irony all around.

“To impart a capacity for witness to the Ball’s Head whale, it has seen - though no eyes are etched into it - the largest cull of any animal order ever perpetuated by our kind.”

A whale’s plunge is called a “sounding”

The Inuit gutted, sewed, and inflated seal skins to attach to whales and keep them from diving - tiring them out and making them easier to hunt.

Connecticut - bastardized version of Algonquin word “Quinnehtukqut” meaning “Beside a Long Tidal River”

“Whalers spoke of sperm whales traveling the oceans in veins, like gold.”

Sperm whales have a different, more valuable kind of fat stored in their heads called spermaceti. It’s a natural wax, reminiscent of solidified coconut cream.

Baleen “teeth” were tugged from its mouth and used for “sundries” - combs, corset boning, etc. They were generally referred to as “whalebone” (one word)

Baleen was also used for billy clubs and canes for classroom beatings - where the term “whaled on” originated from

Whale bones were used to make piano keys (musical in life, musical in death)

The everythingness of whales… but they’re also just animals…. Humanlike?

People would bathe inside dead whales to cure or ease fatigue, rheumatism - some evidence suggests that it works, but not in the way they thought

About the Ball Head whale - “posits the man may not be in the whale but riding it, surfing the immense animal to shore for a feast, at a time when Eora tribes had begun to starve.”

Whale = hospital (bathers)

Whale = hunger/reprieve

Whale = hope

In all- Whale = Renewal

“When animals die out, the cultural and ecological relationships that furnish their existence can be experienced as a kind of nonstop haunting.”

Special blossom - pollinating bat - bat goes extinct - strange blossom seems foreign = becomes ghostly, haunting extinction residue

Petroglyphs dilate perspective outwards - their relation to each other tells a story we’ve forgotten or never learned how to read - the destruction of other petroglyphs (Ex: the explosion of a sperm whale petroglyph for Sydney’s Harbor Bridge) fractures the storytelling, like ripping pages out of a book

1900-1999 3 million cetaceans were killed. Antarctic baleen whale biomass dropped an estimated 85%

In 1960, dead whales were worth $30,000 each ($260,000 in today’s money)

Lack of bowhead and sperm whales in the Bering Sea = more urchins = urchin barrens. A barren cannot really repopulate and renaturalize without human intervention.

Whale poo brings lower nutrients up from feeding grounds, and whalefall brings higher nutrients down - feeding plankton, which remove CO2 from the atmosphere - very effective carbon sequestration

A century of whaling equates to bruning more than 70 million acres of forest

Increasing phytoplankton activity by 1% would be the same as 2 billion mature trees randomly spawning

“I had been troubled by the notion of whales as landfill; of cetacean bodies as, in some instances, a type of animate superfund site. But this research recasts whales as a means of re-naturalizing the air- not as the end point of atmospheric pollution, but as the mechanism of its remediation. Whales as gardeners in the greenhouse. I wanted to breathe in and believe it.”

Humpback whales are right or left handed

Krill have luminescent eyestalks and can be found in such large numbers they’re visible from the atmosphere

When krill starve, their bodies shrink but their eyes remain the same size

Female humpbacks mature between 5 and 7 years old, and then can bear a calf every 3 years. Gestation is 11 months.

When humpbacks are born, their fins and flukes are flexible, but they can swim, breathe, and surface. Their lips are firm, so it’s believed they “suckle” by wrapping their tongue in a cone around the nipple.

Whale milk is pink because of the krill diet. Babies drink around 100 gallons of it a day, and it’s ropy in texture and 50% fat.

Humpbacks wean between 6-10 months and are independent at a year

Jellyfish were some of the first things to have “eyes”, and are only capable of seeing “light” and “dark”

Shrimp and prawns make a trilling eeeeeee sound

Migratory whales can be identified by their water spouts, which are determined by the shapes of their blowholes

Southern Right Whales - V shaped blows

Gray Whales - heart shaped blows

Humpback Whales - Spikes up to 10 ft high

“We ache to meet the limit of the human world and look past it.” … the remoteness is a draw for environmental anxiety and a “distinct modern yearning” - the urge to feel minified

Pandas have done one good thing - WWF convinced China to stop whaling by offering a million dollar panda reserve- and it worked

Cetaceans were initially recorded during military “snooping”

Freud was originally a naturalist with “a passion for aquatic environments”

Lobtailing - when a whale splashes its fluke on the surface of the water

It is thought that when whales breach it is to remove annoying barnacles/lice/etc. Or to send a different, ultrasonic signal to other whales nearby.

Breaching is not generally regarded as “playing” because of the amount of energy it takes to lift a whale out of the water (a lot)

Western Australia’s whales have rebounded up to (estimated) 90% of pre-whaling. East Australia is up to 65%. Several individual populations across the world are “critically endangered” or “at risk”. Australia’s are “of least concern”.

We could be entirely wrong about pre-whaling levels

Beluga are getting toxoplasmosis from wastewater affected by cat feces

The humpback whale’s “peduncle” - the base of its tail, is the largest muscle on the planet

Heiliger Schauer - the holy shiver of prey sensing a predator’s gaze

“What goes unspoken in the supposed recognition of humans, by animals, are the bestial compulsions of humans” … “there comes a moment when looking at an animal triggers, in people, a recognition of all the familiar ways humans persist in being fauna. Our shared zoology gets released from the padlocked storehouse of the unconscious - and, in that instance, it’s scary.”

“Being, in essence, all flesh and raw instinct, stands to undermine human rationality, exceptionalism and the social and political lives of our communities. We are not drawn out into the world as we might have expected; we dive back into ourselves, trembling.”

Meaning: humans are only animals, and we struggle with that fact, emotionally.

Blue whales can form rainbows when they exhale as a result of how high the exhale reaches

When blue whales spy-hop, the difference in pressure between their nose and fluke can be 3 atmospheres

Blue whale hearts beat 8x a minute (ours beats 80x a minute), and can be heard 2 miles away underwater (in good conditions)

Antarctic blue whale numbers decreased 99.85% between 1905 and 1973. From 200,000 individuals to 300. In 1 year more individuals were killed than currently exist (only 2,000)

Whales needed to become large to migrate large distances (storing large amounts of fat, having lots of propulsion muscles)

Blue whales have low malignant tumor rates despite having a shit-ton of cells - possible suppressor genes

Whales in Inuit histories are fingers of the goddess Adlivun, who ruled the Inuit underworld. Her father cut off her fingers as she clung to a boat, and her fingers became whales, and her thumb a walrus.

Animal taxidermy, naming, museums can be considered residues of power - of colonizing and Eurocentricity (not sure how I feel about this yet)

Bowhead whales have been recorded living up to 211 years, Blue whales up to 110

Taxidermy as love or as colonization? Or both or neither? What does it mean to individuals? Ownership or connection?

“Historic time overlaps with geologic time the way a whale louse overlaps with the blue whale it infests.”

“Love equals making space around the loved one.”

As infants, we (humans) gravitate towards living things more than objects

Look into: Leslie Silko

“What we know about animals is an index of our power, and thus an index of what separates us from them. The more we know, the further away they are.”

Having a diversity of populations of animals might be equally or more important than just having lots of one population. Does it matter that West Australian humpbacks are surviving if theirs is the only population and culture that does? Would it matter if every culture but Western culture was wiped out, even if humans survived?

“Hence a zoo, by its derivation, is not a collection of animals, but a number of ways to be alive.”

The psychological health of an animal is difficult to quantify until its psychological health “breaks” in a way that we can recognize

“If we go to nature to settle our minds, it should come as no surprise that taking an animal out of nature unsettles theirs.”

“Trained behaviors are often described as expressions of happiness” but the whale is supposed to respond to a whistle or command and modern society/capitalistic/materialistic things and humans can be described in the same way

“Over generations, captive whale culture may develop such cloistered protocols, whispered dialects, and refined diets that it is no longer meaningful to talk of those whales as interchangeable with wild ones. They belong now, to the ecotype ‘amusement’.”

We have 6 million cones and 120 million rods. Whales have only one or two of each.

Whale focal points are barely a few feet in the distance - they only have 20/240 vision - what we can see at 240ft, they can only see at 20ft.

Whales rarely blink except to clear their eyes of debris - moisturization occurs as a result of a gland under the whales eyelid

Sperm whales can partially retract their eyeballs into their skulls - like an anemone and its arms

Whales only dream with half of their brains at once - like sharks sleeping with half of their brain at once. REM sleep is rare in whales - pilot whales get 6 minutes every 24 hours.

Northern Right Whales and Bowheads are nearly blind close to the surface - they have no photoreceptors, so their vision is opposite ours (like vision of nocturnal animals)

Whales have 2 pupils when constricted

Whale songs can be heard by whales thousands of miles away, depending on the song and “quality” of water

SOFAR- sound fixing and ranging - a layer of ocean water (“as vinegar underlines olive oil”) where temperature, pressure, and salinity refract sound waves beyond their normal underwater range. This is the best layer for whales to communicate in

Sperm whale clicks last only seconds, but are the loudest single source noise on earth

Songs against wood whaling ships created siren-like noises, leading to mermaid and siren mythos

Calling something a song means there is emotion inside the singer; a song isn’t a biological necessity. Being capable of song means you are capable of having a voice.

The meaning of a word being placed on its location, sound, or volume, is often referred to as a poem… The communication of whales may rely on the poetry of their sound.

“Every animal is in the world like water in water.”

Beluga whale being trained as a spy learned to mimic human sounds - his name was Noc

Whales pick up bits of songs from other whales and sing those to new whales. Humpbacks participate in the largest non-human communication network on earth.

Solar storms causes aurora borealis, and can fuck with magnetic “mountains” underwater. This fucks with the whales’ echolocation, wayfinding, and song. Whale stranding often happens after solar storms.

In our culture, we avoid eating animals whose qualities are too impressive (cunning, intelligence, virility, etc.), but in some cultures it is the opposite; it may make them more consumable

Whale meat is, technically, less environmentally damaging than beef

You can tell the exact age of a whale from its ear wax buildup, like growth rings on a tree. This is also true for determining its exposure to pollutants and periods of physical stress. Unfortunately, like growth rings on a tree, this requires killing the whale.

Whale meat was only removed from Amazon in 2014

Anthropomorphization may have evolved in humans to make them better hunters- or, perhaps, as a social species we always had it and it just made us better hunters

“Grasshopper effect” allows pollutant chemicals to enter the ice caps via evaporation and condensation in the water cycle

Horse latitudes - regions in the ocean where little rain occurs, and settlers were said to have thrown their horses overboard to conserve fresh water

86% of ocean megaplastics in the Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch were nets

Fishing nets entrap and scar up N. Atlantic right whales, so their black skin has petroglyphs of white scarring

Baiji - first known cetacean to be killed off from human activity

Neozoons - new animals created through hybridizations of animals (narlugas, pizzlies, wolfin)

Post WWII “orgy of the ornament” - really a testament to how much unnecessary has been created, to a planetary detriment

Plastic used to mean modern and long lasting… now it’s sort of the opposite - disposable, toxic, garbage

“What’s the use of having developed a science well enough to make predictions if, in the end, all we’re willing to do is stand around and wait for them to come true?”

“The Birds” by Alfred Hitchcock was inspired by seagulls with pseudo-nitzschia intoxication in California

“A whale is a wonder not because it is the world’s biggest animal, but because it augments our moral capacity. A whale shows it is possible to care for that which lies out of our immediate sphere of action, but within our sphere of influence - we care deeply, you and I, about the whale because it is distant. Because it speaks to us of places we will not go. Because it magnifies the reach of our humanity, and reminds us of our collective ability to control ourselves, and of our part in a planetary ecology. Because a whale is a reserve of awe and humility”...”being hopeful follows from being useful; this has been my experience, and to be useful, it matters that you identify a part of the problem that you might see change in, using the talents and resources you possess. Hope is fellowship. Hope is in the doing. We may be the only species capable of imagining a future robbed of the wonder of encountering other species. This knowledge, in the end, gives us cause to start.”

Most powerful bite of all time belongs to the basilosaurus

Nature as a process. Not a group of entities… or both? The process of being an entity and what comes with it

Final Thoughts: to be alive is everything and nothing. It is to hope and despair. It is to sit in the passage of time, which is its own beast. We will live and die and most of it will mean nothing beyond the context of what we existed in -> and what we want that to look like and what is out of our control. And whales are a symbol for all of this. They are hope and despair, and they are passengers in the passage of time but also the vessel through which time passes. They are both active and passive participants in this passage.

#fathoms #rebecca giggs #whales #book review #book journal

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drewsbuzzcut · 4 months ago

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Morning sex where model initiates it bc of how sexy mat looks in the morning

His little messy hair that she wants to run her hands through (while riding him🤭)

I imagine they have lots of windows in their bedroom and so they go to sleep with the windows/balcony door open so it can be breezy and just imagine the light that lets in both mat and model are in heaven waking up to each other that way!

Warnings: SMUT and unedited

Waking up to a warm breeze floating through the room and bright sunlight casting a glow over everything, is something out of a dream.

It’s even better when you turn around and find your boyfriend looking absolutely beautiful. His hair is all tousled and his lips are pouty and so kissable.

You scoot closer to him and throw a leg over his waist, cuddling up to him. You press a kisses to his chest all the way up to his jaw as your hands knead into the muscles in his back. You were planning on falling back to sleep, but now you just want your hockey player to wake up and love on you.

“I’m the luckiest guy ever,” Mat grumbles and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

You let out a small giggle, because it’s true. He is a lucky guy and you’re a lucky girl.

“Why is that Mr. Barzal?” You ask, voice low and your hand rubbing up his bare torso.

“Because I get to wake up next to the sexiest girl, kissing me and I get to fuck her,” he whispers in your ear, making chills rip down your spine. His hand follows the curves of your body, stopping every now and then to squeeze at the plump flesh.

Whenever Mat is in Italy, he’s more insatiable than usual. You cannot complain though. You’ll happily indulge in his endlessly cravings.

You give him a smirk paired with a hum as you start to scale down his body. You kiss and nip at his taut skin, thoroughly obsessed with his thick cords of muscle. Finally, you straddle his lap and press your hands into his pecs to keep yourself upright. The feeling of his already hard cock underneath your hot core makes you feel dizzy. Your head swims in the clouds as your body starts to heat up, and he’s not even inside of you yet.

You grip his length and slip him between your folds, your hips rocking back and forth until he’s drenched in your arousal.

“Ride me, baby. Make a mess on my cock,” Mat hisses.

“Say please,” you tease, your nails slightly digging into his skin.

“Please,” he just about begs. His voice is so raspy and pleasing that you can’t make him wait any longer.

After a few strokes, you sink down on him with a whimper. Your head spins and your body feels fuzzy as you get adjusted to the stretch. Your boyfriend’s hands land on your hips to keep you steady, and you finally start to rock into him.

You start slow, but when Mat’s finger finds your clit, your body becomes electrified and you gain momentum.

You grip the thin chain around his neck, pulling him up so that he’s seated up. One of your hands cards through his hair while the other cups his face. You love when your eyes bore into his as he fucks you. It’s so intimate, and there’s nothing better than seeing your man become mush under you.

“Just like that,” you moan and buck your hips, taking his cock deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good, pretty girl. You’re so wet for me,” he groans and holds you down as he thrusts up into you, eliciting a scream from you.

His mouth takes advantage of your bouncing breasts and sucks a nipple in between his lips. His mouth suctions along to the rhythm of your hips, which easily creates a knot in your tummy. Your limbs start to tingle, signaling that your release is coming quick.

Mat’s teeth bite on your stiffened peak, making your pull on his hair as your hips swivel.

“I’m going to cum. More,” you beg before sealing your lips to his. You lick inside his mouth and nibble on his lip as he takes over.

“Cum for me, baby,” he moans into your mouth, his finger finding your clit again.

Your senses go into overdrive, burning at the feeling of Mat’s hands touching you all over. Your vision starts to blur and your body starts to become fuzzy. You can feel his cock pulse inside of you, the veins dragging against your wet walls. With the way the head of his length prods into your sweet spot, you orgasm within seconds. Your nails dig and drag down his skin until your hands cramp up.

“Ugh fuck,” Mat growls. Your walls collapse on biscuits cock and suck his own release from his balls.

“I’ll never get over this, over you,” you whisper, leaning down to lay against his chest.

Both your bodies still tremble, but being pressed to him helps keep you grounded.

“Me neither, babe. I love you,” he rasps, his fingers dancing along your spine.

“I love you more,” you say with a kiss to his lips.

#visceral in doses #visceral in doses blurbs #bedroom thots

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drewsbuzzcut · 8 months ago

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Can you write something where Mat and Y/n take a nap together and Nolan came into their room to wake them up ?

You hear small feet pad against the hardwood floors before you see or feel anything. The only thing you feel is Mat wrapped around you as you’re both asleep in bed. You and your husband put all the babies down for a nap before you decided to join Mat for his pregame nap.

“Mommy,” you hear Nolan whisper. You pop open an eye and watch as he stands in front of you pouting.

“What’s wrong, my love?” You reach out a hand to ruffle through his hair.

“I want cuddles,” he says, stepping closer to you.

You hold your arms out for him, grinning when he shimmies into your hold. With a low, exaggerated grunt you lift him up onto the bed.

“Is daddy sleeping?” He asks so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Yeah, my little love. You can still cuddle in between us.” You card your finger through his soft curls.

You watch Nolan as he gets comfortable between you and your husband. He smiles in contentment when his daddy shifts closer to him, wrapping a thick arm around the both of you.

“Baby?” You hear Mat mutter, eyes still closed as he begins to wake up.

“Go back to sleep. Nolan just came to cuddle with us,” you whisper, caressing his cheek.

“Hey, little man. I love you guys,” he breathes out, falling back to sleep soon after.

“I love you, daddy.” Nolan gives his daddy a little kiss and cuddles right into his chest.

In his sleep, Mat tightens his hold on the both of you and you fall right back to sleep, feeling overwhelmed with contentment.

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drewsbuzzcut · 4 months ago

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Plss I am begging for you to write a little piece on them going on a family walk with wren around their neighborhood and how hot mat would look with the baby 🥹🥹

warnings: unedited

“Who’s my precious boy? Who’s mommy’s little baby?” You coo to Wren as you place him in the baby carrier that’s strapped to your husband’s chest.

As you’re putting him in, he scrunches his legs which makes both you and Mat smile at each other.

Just like your other children, Wren loves being outside. He loves feeling the sun and seeing new people. Since the weather is starting to warm up again, you decided to go for a walk.

“Are my men ready?” You ask, peeking at them from above your sunglasses.

Mat is already shirtless, his muscles perfectly flexing due to him holding your youngest.

“Yes ma’am,” Mat grins at you and leaves you breathless.

“Wait! You two look so cute. I want a picture,” you grin and point your phone at them.

Wren is sporting a little bucket hat and a one tooth smile. Mat’s smile is similar except his full rows of teeth.

“How come you’re not in the picture?”

“Because I’m sweaty,” you say with an eye roll.

“So am I,” Mat responds.

“Yeah but you look effortlessly beautiful with the sweat lining your muscles. Plus your thighs are looking really good in your shorts, and you know I love these shorts,” you breathe out, fanning yourself from the heat that just washed over you.

“First of all, you’re still sexy as hell. Second of all, you can tear my shorts off later.” Mat smirks, paws at your ass and pulls you into his side for a kiss too deep for public.

You continue your walk for about a mile before more of your neighbors start their own trek on the very same path. You swear the women peek out their windows, searching for your husband. They always come out when they see Mat gleaming with sweat. It doesn’t help that he’s extra attractive with a giggling Wren strapped to him.

Sensing your annoyance, your husband intertwines his fingers with yours. He squeezes once and then kisses the back of your hand.

“Mathew! Is that you?” You hear one of your neighbors call out from behind you.

Begrudgingly, you both turn around and you’re forced to watch this lady act as if you aren’t there.

She makes small conversation with Mat, who answers curtly with a small smile as to not come off as rude.

“Oh my look at baby Wren. He’s so handsome,” the woman marvels, acting as if she just noticed you and your son.

“Yeah, just like my husband. They’re practically twins! Hell all our babies look just like their daddy,” You feign nonchalance as you lay your left hand on Wren’s back. You watch as her eyes track the two large diamonds on your finger.

You smirk triumphantly when her smile falters. When you adjust your stance, you make sure to lay that same hand on your husband’s large bicep.

“Y/n, I saw your recent magazine cover. Beautiful as always,” she compliments you stiffly.

“My girl, I’m so proud of her,” Mat sighs and presses his lips to your temple.

“If you want a copy, I might have some extras in the house,” you reply with a certain snark that makes a fire spark in Mat’s body. He loves when you get feisty.

“No thanks, but I wouldn’t mind a signed puck or hockey stick,” your neighbor retorts with a sly smirk.

“Mmm sorry. You have to actually go to a game to get those. Anyways, have a good afternoon,” you say and give her a wave before walking away.

“God, you’re so sexy. All these women want you, but they can’t have you. I love you so much. You’re such a good husband to me and the best daddy to our babies,” you whisper in his ear, grasping his jaw so you can take his lips in yours.

“I love you more, baby. So fucking much,” he mutters into your mouth.

The neighbors behind you stomp their feet and huff in jealousy, watching you walk away with the true love of your life. Someone who truly loves and worships you.

a/n: This is kind of lame, but I still hope you enjoy!

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drewsbuzzcut · 5 months ago

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Can you do a blurb of how model reader and kids would celebrate May’s birthday (I know it would be set in the future lol since he is only 27 rn) like how would they wake him up and spend the day with him

Warnings: mentions pregnancy and miscarriage, alcohol consumption, semi smutish, and unedited

“Nols, you have the presents?” You ask your oldest who nods affirmatively and holds up the few bags in his hands.

“I have the breakfast!” Angel shouts and holds up the tray. When he pushes it up, the food starts to slide to the edge, so you quickly steady the tray in his hands.

“I’ll help him, mommy,” Sloane says and grabs one side of the tray.

“Thank you, sweetie. Okay! Let’s go wake up daddy!”

The four of you try to walk up the stairs quietly, but every time AJ’s hold goes crooked, Sloane is quick to correct him.

When you open the door to your bedroom, you see Mat still asleep in your large bed. He’s face down with his arms and hair sprawled out around him. His lips are placed in a pout and his eyebrows are dipped down in a slight furrow. You know he’s in a deep sleep, especially because when he first woke up he was treated with a blowjob that practically sucked his soul out of him.

“Go wake up daddy, Lo,” you grab the tray of food so Sloane can wake up Mat.

She nods her head, but slots her hand in AJ’s so he can go with her. They both jump on the bed and start shaking their father.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up it’s your birthday,” both of your littles shout at the same time as if they had planned what to say.

Mat rolls over, his eyes blinking as he tries to wake up and remember where he’s at. You shuffle your giggle when he finally realizes he’s home and his babies are waking him up.

“Oh my goodness. Thank you, AJ. Thank you my little princess,” Mat says, giving them kisses on their foreheads. AJ smiles, more excited to dig into Mat’s breakfast. Sloane melts into her daddy’s arms. The entire week she has talked about nothing but her dad’s birthday coming up. She’s probably more excited than Mat is.

“Happy birthday, dad,” Nolan says and hugs Mat. Hugs from Nolan have been running sparse, so you know this one means the absolute world to Mat.

“Thank you, Nolie bear.”

“Happy birthday, hotshot,” you whisper, your face lowering to his so you can lock your lips with his.

You try not to let the kiss grow into something that can’t be continued, and the kids collectively saying “ew” helps you pull away.

“Mommy kissing me is not disgusting guys. You’ll be doing the same thing one day. Just not you, Sloane,” Mat giggles which makes Sloane giggle.

“Presents daddy! Open them, I’m hungry,” AJ stresses and pulls the bags from Nolan’s hands.

Mat’s birthday dinner is at one of his favorite restaurants in the city, the place filled with his family, friends, and old teammates.

The kids have been on their best behavior and are sitting with their daddy, talking in everything around them when someone comes up to Mat to wish him a happy birthday.

He enjoys a few drinks, mainly because the kids will be spending a night with Scarlet, Mat’s little sister, and Anthony. You have something planned and you want it to just be the two of you.

Dinner goes perfectly. Everyone is joking, telling stories about Mat when he was young and still a hockey player, and it’s nothing but smiles and love. Mat feels like the luckiest person to have such an amazing family and some pretty cool friends.

After a very long session of goodbyes to everyone, including your three babies, you and Mat finally get home. Before you can even tell him that you have a present for him, he’s pulling you into a heated make out.

He throws himself on the couch, pulling you on top of him. You fit easily between his legs and you’re quick to wrap your arms around his neck. You softly jut your hips against his, forgetting about everything for a little while. His tongue slips into your mouth, lapping at you like he never has before. A burst of heat rushes through you and you always underestimate of simple it is for him to distract you.

“Wait. Wait. I have something I want to share with you,” you gasp, forcing yourself away from his lips. You close your eyes for a long minute while you try to clear the fog in your mind. It doesn’t help that Mat literally looks like sex on legs at the moment. His lips are slick and swollen, his eyes are darkened, and you can see his chest peeking out from his top.

“Is it your pussy, because I really want a taste.” He sits up, holding your body to his and whispers in your ear. His voice is sweet, almost innocent, but the way his teeth nip at your skin is anything but innocent.

“Have patience Mr. Barzal. Let me go get your birthday present,” you grin and run off to your room.

“Okay Mrs. Barzal, what’s in your hands?” He reaches for your waist, pulling you back on his lap.

“Open it.”

You watch and wait with bated breath, anticipation overtakes you and keeps you nervous.

“No fucking way,” he gasps and quickly finds your eyes.

You can’t help but let a tear or two fall down your cheeks as you nod your head.

“We’re having another baby!” You confirm and throw yourself into his arms.

He holds you so tight and rocks the two of you.

“Oh my god. I can’t- I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so happy. I- thank you, baby. Thank you,” he mutters, voice still shocked but you can clearly hear the love and adoration donning his tone.

“Our last baby,” you say and guide his hand to your still flat tummy.

“Our 5th baby. Jeez, Mrs. Barzal, you’re insatiable,” he jokes. It’s not missed on you that he included your heavenly angel baby, especially when he traces the tattoo on your lower abdomen. The pain is still there when you think about the fact that you could’ve had another one living and breathing at this moment, but it’s more of a dull ache. You and Mat have healed and now you’re welcoming a rainbow baby soon.

“Says you, hotshot. You’d keep me in bed 24/7 if you could,” you retort with a sassy shake of your head.

“Hmm you’re right. I love you and I love all our babies,” he says, voice changing to one that’s sincere and soft.

“I love you more. Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper and drops your lips on his.

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drewsbuzzcut · 4 months ago

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A little visceral in doses blurb!

Being in Italy means almost endless tanning. Sometimes you don’t want tan lines, so you go outside sans your bikini top. Today is one of those times.

Soft breezy, winds carry the summer heat in waves, coating you in a light sheen of sweat. The vibrant sun casts you in an angelic glow as you lay out on the chaise lounge in your backyard. Soft music spills through the outdoor speakers and the cold water in your glass does wonders at keeping you cool.

A shadow in the corner of your eye catches your attention. You turn to look to your left, only to see Mat with Nolan in his arms. This is their daily routine. Whenever Nolan wakes up from his nap, Mat takes him for a small walk around the backyard, letting him soak up some of the sun.

“Let’s go see mommy!” You hear Mat say and Nolan does his cute baby giggle.

Once Nolan catches a glimpse of you and his old food source out in the open, he starts wiggling around in his daddy’s arms. Limbs start flailing around and Nolan’s eyes start to water. You’ve recently weened him off of breast milk, but he’ll still ask for it.

“Sorry, buddy. Sorry, baby, we just wanted to come see you,” your fiancé says, turning Nolan in the opposite direction while you tie your bikini top around your body.

“It’s fine. It’s not like I can hide my boobs forever. My sweet Nolie bear just has to get used to not breastfeeding,” you hum, accepting your squirming boy into your arms.

“I think I’d die without seeing your boobs everyday,” Mat sighs, shaking his head at the thought of forgoing a daily glimpse of your boobs.

Nolan settles on your lap, his bright hazel eyes gazing into your eyes.

“Mama,” he mumbles repeatedly, hands patting at your now covered chest.

“No, cutie. Your food is inside,” you coo and brush his hair back.

Mat watches your interaction with hearts in his eyes. He loves watching be a mom, much like how you love watching him be a dad.

“I love you,” he whispers, taking a seat next to you.

His lips find your shoulder, pecking your skin until you’re melting into his body. You adjust so he’s seated behind you, and you turn your head to stare into his eyes. It’s funny how Nolan is an exact copy of Mat.

“I love you,” you whisper before connecting your lips to his.

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drewsbuzzcut · 3 months ago

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Miss Sloane

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses blurb

Warnings: None that I can think of

Takes place: Summer of 2033 (Sloane is 4)

“Okay, Sloanie, what snack do you want today?” Mat asks the little girl as he walks up to the beverage cart.

“Hmm… I think I want cookies and lemonade,” Sloane squeals and claps in delight.

“Hey Tiffany, can I get a pack of cookies, lemonade, and a corona?”

“Hmm I might need to see that ID, Mr. Barzal,” Tiffany, the Bev cart girl, flirts. She bats her eyes and flashes him a smirk.

Without any reaction, Mat hands her his ID and accepts his daughter’s snacks. Usually Sloane is super excited to receive her treats, but she isn’t enjoying the way the girl is staring at her father.

“Say ‘thank you,’ baby,” Mat says and tickles her side to get her to giggle.

Tiffany steps closer, eyes bright. It immediately puts the scowl back on Sloane’s face.

“Thank you.”

“Of course sweet girl,” Tiffany grins.

“Here’s your card, Mat. Um anyways you’re looking great out there. Almost like a full blown pro,” Tiffany tests her luck with the hockey player.

Mat presses his lips into a thin line as he takes back his Amex. He rubs at his jawline, letting his wedding band flash under the blazing sun. One thing Mat hates is when other women try to flirt with him. Why would they ever think that he’d just leave you? You, his beautiful wife, his best friend.

“Thanks.”

Sloane easily clocks Mat’s unease.

“My mommy calls me sweet girl,” she hums before throwing a cookie into her mouth.

“Does she?” Tiffany asks as if she’s truly interested. She typically wouldn’t go after a married man, but she’s never seen you before. Who leaves their hot husband unattended?

“Yes and you’re not my mommy, so don’t call me that. And stop talking to my daddy! He’s married to my mommy, and she’s pretty and you look like an ogre,” she replies almost too calmly.

Everyone pauses in silence. Tiffany tries not to let her jaw drop in utter shock and Mat is trying to stifle his laugh.

“She’s a bit outspoken,” Mat mutters after clearing his throat.

“The next time we come back, I hope you’re not here because my mommy will be with us. She won’t be happy to see you,” Sloane adds.

“We should get going,” Mat says and walks away.

Once he’s out of Tiffany’s earshot, he lets out a chuckle.

“Am I in trouble, daddy? I just didn’t like the way she looked at you, and I know mommy wouldn’t either.” The little girl leans her head on her daddy’s shoulder and lets out a small sigh.

“No, baby. You’re not in trouble.”

“Daddy, you know I have to tell mommy,” Sloane says sternly, setting her drink and bag of cookies between them, so she can hold onto his cheeks.

“I’m planning on it. I hope she does come with us next weekend.” Mat really hopes so, because he so badly wants to see your long legs as you rock a little skirt. He also wouldn’t mind showing off in front of you.

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drewsbuzzcut · 5 months ago

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Shower sex with model and mat🙏🏼

Warnings: smut and unedited

Your back gets pinned to the cold shower wall, and your legs wrap around Mat’s waist to keep him pressed to you. And to keep you upright. He’s pulled many orgasms from you, so your legs are way past gelatin.

“Just like that,” you moan and throw your head back. His hands grip your hips as he ruts into you relentlessly.

You think you’d be cold being that your wet body is pressed up against the cold wall, but Mat’s body does a great job at keeping you warm. The hot water still falls over him, and with every thrust, the water gets splashed onto you.

“You like that, pretty girl? You like my cock filling you up?” He asks, heat and a sexy raspiness to his voice. It sends a harsh chill down your spine, making you jolt and his tip nudging your sweet spot harder.

“Fuck yes! You feel so good, Maty,” you whine, body already shivering in his hold.

He attaches his lips to the hollow of your neck, sucking and biting the skin as his cock continue to stretch you open. Your slick walls flutter and suck him in before he can even fully pull out. He doesn’t mind being sheathed inside of you, and having you make a mess on him. After many orgasms, it’s only expected to have your release dripping down his balls.

“I know you’re close. Cum for me, baby.”

Mat grips your waist with both hands and bounces you on his length. Your stomach tightens in a knot, your toes curl, and a loud whimper rips from your throat as you succumb to your release. You shiver and clutch onto Mat’s hair. Your limbs tangle around him and the flutter of his cock pumping his cum inside of you sets you ablaze.

“Fuck. Oh my god,” he groans, the suction of your pussy around him milks him for every drop.

The shower stream has cooled down, hosing the both of you of the sexual heat you’d previously been doused in. You catch your breath and take a glance at your man. He’s art. His hair is damp and is a mess of curls on his forehead. His chest heaves from exertion, his lips are swollen, and his chest is flushed.

“I love you,” you pull him closer (if that’s even possible) by your legs around him.

You caress his cheek and seal your lips to his.

“I love you, pretty girl,” he mutters into your mouth.

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drewsbuzzcut · 2 years ago

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Visceral In Doses

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

series warnings: mentions of sex, curse words, bits of angst, small age gap (5 years), mentions of nudity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety and other mental health related talk

series masterlist: continued masterlist

blurbs will be found in the “visceral in doses blurbs” tag

☀️: the summer series 🎞️: the vogue series🎄: holiday series

first weeks:

Nothing Like The Rain

Hook, Line, And Sinker

Dangerous

Losing Our Balance

months 1-3

Let The Chaos Begin

The Waiting Game

Something For The Pain And Something So I Sleep

Drama Isn’t Picky

months 4-6

Drunk Off You & ig edit

Haze

I Love The Sound, I Love The Taste ☀️

Summertime And The Living’s Easy ☀️

Pleasing ☀️

Cherries And Cream ☀️

Paradise ☀️

1 year

A Peek Behind The Curtain

No Home Without Me

Date Nights

I Wanna Stay Here Forever

Day In The Life

Angel

The Very First Christmas 🎄

Christmas Trees & Ice Skating 🎄

2 Years

Decisions

Daddy

Breaking The Internet

I Can Feel Your Heart Beatin’ With Mine

Bliss

Falling Fast, Breathing Slow

Stars All Aligned

Words We Don’t Mean

Words We Don’t Mean pt. 2

The Countdown Begins

Nolan Rhodes Barzal

The Beginning

Undying Love

Beach Bums

You’re My Remedy

Mother

3 Years

Kiss It Better

Boy’s Day… Plus Mom

Vineyard Adventures ☀️

Flicks From Italy ☀️

Surprise!

Countdown To The Wedding

Pre-wedding Requisites

Mother’s Day Special

4 Years

KUWTB

Only Light Up…

My Dear Devoted Delicate

I Love My Name Inside Your Voice

Introducing: The Barzals

Mrs. Barzal

You Can Hear It In The Silence

Won’t You Comfort Me

The Best Is Yet To Come

5 Years

Baby Angel

Grateful

Barzy’s Birthday Bash

Perfect In Denim

How It Started

Searching For Answers

We’ve Got A Problem

I Tore You Right Apart

X Marks The Spot

Forever Doesn’t Measure

Life Filled With Joy

Pregnant And Thriving

6 Years

Back Like We Never Left

Round 3

Midnights Like This

Babygirl Barzal

73 Questions 🎞️

Insight 🎞️

Beauty Secrets 🎞️

The It Girl 🎞️

24 Hours 🎞️

Preparations 🎞️

The Big Night

About Last Night

Pulling You Apart

Forever And Ever

GQ’s Couple’s Quiz

Mine

Body Electric

Barzal Film Reel

The Family Man

Don’t You Ever Grow up

You Can’t Slow Time

My Body Is Your Alarm Clock

I Feel You No Matter What

All Treats For The Barzals

Frustration

Thanksgiving Shenanigans 🎄

Under The Mistletoe 🎄

The First Christmas Party 🎄

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drewsbuzzcut · 5 months ago

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Model gets so horny when Mat is wearing his game day suits. This means they’ve had a lot of sex in their walk in closet

Oooh maybe a blurb or something on model reader initiating something with Mat after seeing him getting ready 😋

Warnings: smutish

“Baby, do you want to help me with my tie?” Mat calls out after hearing you just step out of the shower.

You waltz into your walk in closet with a towel wrapped around your wet body. Mat immediately clocks how the towel is barely clutched enough in your hand to keep you modest.

“You know I do,” you reply as you walk to the area of your closet where all of his ties live.

You take your time, your eyes flitting back over to Mat, wanting to find the perfect tie for his suit. After deciding on his black, prada tie, you make your way to your handsome man. He waits on you patiently, and you can feel his eyes travel up the length of your legs and settle on the swell of your breast. His heated gaze sets you on fire, making wetness pool in between your thighs.

“That’s your favorite tie, isn’t it?” Mat asks, already knowing the answer based on how many times you’ve chosen that specific tie.

“It’s classic. You can never go wrong with it, plus it matches your cuff links,” you explain with a simple shrug of your shoulders.

As you loop the tie around his neck, his large hands find home on the small of your back. He rubs the soft material of the towel, and before you know it he’s making it slip down your body.

You give him a smirk and drop your eye in a wink, only enticing him further. Pausing your movements, he cups your breast and lifts one of your nipples to his mouth. You squirm when his wet tongue laps at your hardened peak, even more so when he sucks on the bud.

“Fuck, Maty. That feels so good. I love your mouth,” you moan and push your chest out more to him. You abandon his tie and grip onto the back of his neck, keeping him attached to you.

“I know it does, baby. It’ll feel even better on your little pussy. I know how much you love it when my head is in between your thighs. I know how much you love it when I fuck you with my tongue,” he rasps in your ear, his hands on your ass and spreading it open so he can feel your wetness.

You grip his shoulders to keep yourself upright, because his words are enough to melt you into nothing but a pathetic puddle.

“Fuck me, please,” you whimper and move to unbuckle his belt.

His hands halt your actions, but you continue to try.

“As much as I would love to have you whimpering underneath me and taking my cock, I don’t have time. I have to be out of here like in two minutes,” he sighs, cupping your cheeks in his hand.

He takes your pouty lips in his and then kisses your wrinkled forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers, caressing your body so tenderly.

“I love you more.”

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drewsbuzzcut · 6 months ago

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Could you write something about Mat giving modelreader oral. I bet he loves doing it

Mat very much loves eating out model reader. He can do it everyday

Warnings: smut and unedited

Your heels dig into Mat’s back, keeping his mouth on you as he sucks your soul out of your clit. You bury your fingers into his thick strands of hair and tug as you try not to come so quickly on his tongue.

“Fuck,” you moan as you writhe around.

“You taste so good,” he hums into your sensitive bud, igniting a fire throughout your entire body.

He comes up for air, his eyes landing on your blissed out face. Your chest heaves and your lips are red and bitten. His large hands land on your thighs and pull your legs apart. He lowers his face, letting spit slip from his mouth and fall on your pussy. His tongue glides through your folds and moves to circle your clit.

“More, Barzy. Please more,” you beg and your back arches off the bed.

He burrows his face in your cunt, his tongue swiping through your folds and collecting your arousal. Then he fucks it into your fluttering hole. The tip of his nose nudges your clit and sends your orgasm hurtling through you. Your entire body quivers as continuous moans rip from your throat. Your nails dig into the skin of Mat’s shoulders and you try not to scream in ecstasy.

“Say my name, baby. Who’s making you feel this good? Who has you this soaked?” Mat rasps, his voice sweet like honey.

“You, Mat. Fuck!” You scream, another orgasm being ripped from you by Mat’s mouth.

In a quick moment your boyfriend removes himself from your sopping core. Your release drips down his chin and his lips are a shade of red that you only get to see during times like this.

He crawls up the length of your body, his fingers ghosting your skin and making you break out in goosebumps. His lips find your nipples, sucking and nipping at the buds until you’re pushing your chest into his. Without a second thought, he grips your body and flips the both of you over so he’s on his back and you’re on his chest.

“Kiss me,” Mat mumbles and you waste no time attaching your lips to his. You moan into the kiss, his tongue pushes into your mouth and gives you a taste of yourself.

Mat cups the back of your neck with one hand, and the other travels down to your pussy. He pumps two fingers in and out of you as you whine and quake. More of your arousal drips down his hand from the way his fingertips press into your g-spot.

“Mat! Maty!” You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets beneath your boyfriend.

He slows his pace only when he feels your walls spasm and cave around his thick digits. Mat softly shushes you and presses kiss after kiss to your lips, swallowing your whimpers.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” he whispers hotly. Your body is so overstimulated, Mat’s voice alone can signal a 4th orgasm to wreck through you.

“I love you,” you say as you crawl on him so that your head rests over his heart. He paws at your shivering body, lulling you into a deep, satiated sleep.

“I love you more.”

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drewsbuzzcut · 9 months ago

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Day in the life blurb maybe? of Mat and ModelReader!

Warnings: cuss words and alludes to sex

“Mat, baby. Your alarm,” you groan, a hand smacking at his bare chest to wake him up.

“Shush,” he mumbles, pulling you into his chest.

“You have to get up, baby. I love you,” you say in a sigh, already falling back to sleep in his warm arms.

“I love you,” your husband feathers a chaste kiss to your lips before trudging out of bed.

It feels like ages later when you finally wake up, but you know it’s only been around half an hour because you can hear Mat moving through the closet. You force yourself out of bed and throw on Mat’s discarded shirt and make your way over to him. He’s barely getting dressed, so you deem it the perfect time to love on him.

“Good morning, pretty girl,” he says, smiling at you when you place a warm hand on his back.

“Hi, do you want me to make you some coffee?” You ask, crowding yourself into his back and pressing a few kisses on his spine.

“I can do it, baby. You look beautiful,” he turns and grins, looking at your sleepy expression.

“No, you do,” you shove your face into his chest, sneakily smacking his ass.

“Look at you, my pretty girl. You look just like daddy,” you coo to Sloane as she’s propped up against your thighs.

Her little hands hold onto your thumbs and her dimpled smile makes your heart melt. She’s getting so big already, at almost 7 months and she’s the healthiest, happiest baby ever. She’s also starting to look more like Mat as the minutes pass.

“Mommy!” You hear the front door open and Nolan’s shout paired with his fast footsteps.

“Hi, baby. Oh my! Don’t you look handsome? All of my boys look so handsome,” you say, earning a shy smile from Nolan and a laugh from Mat who’s carrying Angel.

They spent the day shopping for hockey gear for Nolan, and they even went to go get haircuts- except Mat. Thank god.

“Thank you, mommy! Kiss?” Nolan leans into your side, lips puckered exaggeratedly.

“Mwah,” you give a smacking kiss.

“What do I need to do to get a kiss?” Mat asks, rocking a tired AJ.

“Just bring your sexy self over here,” you sass, tilting your head to the side with your devious smile.

He quickly dashes over to you, expertly leaning down without causing any casualties to the kid in his and in your arms, and seals his lips to yours.

You smile against his lips, a little airy giggle leaving your lips as the butterflies swarm inside your stomach.

“So, I was thinking we can order in tonight and just have a family movie night,” he whispers into the skin of your cheek.

“Sounds like a plan,” you whisper back, laughing when Sloane starts to reach out for her daddy.

“Switch?” He asks.

“Give me my little man,” you take Angel and he takes Sloane.

Sloane immediately attaches her mouth to his broad shoulder, trying to teeth on him.

“This is all she wants me for,” your husband exasperates, watching in bewilderment as Sloane leaves his shirt wet.

“Well at least she isn’t biting your boobs,” you point out, cuddling AJ into your chest.

“True. I’m so sleepy today. I just want to take a nap,” he sighs, lying down on the large couch, his head on your thigh.

“Take one, baby. I could use one, too now that Sloane is waking up extra early.”

You run your fingers through his hair and watch as he gets Sloane to peacefully fall asleep on his chest. You feel so lucky to be able to see Mat be the best daddy.

“I want cuddles!” Nolan whisper-shouts, looking at you with his puppy eyes.

“Come here handsome,” you beckon him over and he cuddles into your empty side, mirroring his father.

“Nolan, Angel, I need you guys to listen to mommy and sit at the table,” Mat uses the softer version of his dad voice to get the boys seated while he plates everyone’s food.

Nolan immediately pauses and gathers Angel to get them both seated. You sneakily smile, thinking it’s kind of hot to see Mat be all authoritative.

“Thank you, babe,” he sets down your plate in front of you with a glass of water right next to it. You tilt your head back and pucker your lips for a kiss.

“No need. I love you,” your husband says against your lips, making you giggle like a little kid. You loved when he did that.

“I love you.”

“Do you want me to hold Sloane so you can eat?” He settles down at the table himself, helping Nols and AJ simultaneously. You watch how his muscles flex under the material of his shirt when he reaches over to help your babies.

You’re going to need the babies to go down at their bedtime and no later. You had a nagging craving for your husband, and you know he’ll take all night to give it to you. You clench your thighs and shake your head, willing your desires to go away for now.

“Babe?” Mat snaps you out of your thoughts of what he’ll do to you once in bed.

“Sorry. No, it’s okay. I’ll hold my girl,” you answer, picking up Sloane and lifting her in the air to get her to giggle.

“Any hot gossip today, baby?” You snort back a laugh at Mat’s question. You love how he’s always wanting to know what’s going on in your friends’ lives, but you do find it funny sometimes. He gets so into it. He's your best friend.

“Yeah, mommy, what’s the hot ossip?” This time you let your laugh bust from your mouth.

Nolan has been in a copying phase. Anything you or Mat say, he’ll eventually say or try to say.

Nolan even copies the sassiness that Mat displays. A flick of the hair and an eyebrow cocking up as they wait for you to spill.

“Bev called me to tell me how one of our ‘friends’ was talking about us behind our back. She literally caught them when they went out. I’m so glad I wasn’t there, because I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from saying something,” you tell them -more Mat than Nolan- and your husband looks at you like you’ve grown two heads.

“What’s her name? Umm… Carmen?”

“Yup! It was Carmen. I can’t believe she had the audacity,” you get heated all over again.

“That’s messed up. After we invited her into our home! What an asshole!” Mat gasps, looking angry and you totally get it.

It’s crazy how fake a person can be.

“Asshole!”

“Aaahole!”

You snap your head to both your boys, eyes popping out of your head at their words. You smack Mat’s arm when you hear him laugh.

“Nolan and Angel, you know you are not to say the words that daddy says,” you berate them. Usually they’ll look down, because they know they’re in trouble but not this time.

“Aaahole,” Angel repeats, which sets off Nolan.

“Asshole!” Nolan says, this time hesitant but still with a devious smile.

“Sorry, baby. They’re probably hyped on the sugar I gave them while they were getting their haircuts,” Mat finds it the perfect time to tell you that bit of information. A wince is etched into his face and you just slap a hand on your forehead.

So much for getting them to bed on time.

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