#MATTYYYYY

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[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

ANOTHER ONE GUYS

[alwyswnadie]

WHAT THE FUCK

[turquoisesea01]

*crashes through ur window* hi Yoshi :> just wanna say that you're a real nifty person and here's a cookie 🍪 *rolls away*

RAAAAAAAAAAA MATTTYYY *sobs*/platonic

Thank you for the cookie :’)

[antrea]

[25.04.11] vs. minnesota wild

frosty finds matty and kaprizov pushing each other extremely entertaining

[chrissturnslovergirlx]

maaaaaaattyyyyyyyyyy 😍

[honeyalaia]

matty yyy mattyyyyyyyyy

[dearmisshoney]

blanket monster

synopsis. with your radiator broken, you either freeze to death or borrow a blanket from your roommate mattheo. what happens when a badly planned thievery causes you to be trapped with him under his blanket? beneath the covers, there are no rules: just heat, hunger, and a monster with your name on his tongue.

pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, roommate!au, cocky!mattheo, pervert!mattheo, sleepy!mattheo, tit play, dry/wet-humping, clit stimulation, thigh-fucking, neck kissing, a lot of tension, teasing, praise, begging, dirty talk, name-calling (good girl, baby), messy, unprotected p in v (although matty preaches safe sèx), a lot of restraint, quite soft ngl, a ton of plot

word count. 3.8k

a/n. i am still not fully back, but i managed to write this! y’all already know i have strangely specific plots. hope you enjoy it tho! feedback and reblogs are extremely appreciated

after a weak push, the door creaked open with a high-pitched hum, slowly revealing mattheo’s room. surprisingly, it was drowned in silence — his pc was shut down, his phone locked and tucked away in his nightstand, only visible thanks to the shimmering white of the charger.

his window was closed, but his curtains were wide open, allowing the beautiful shine of the moon to spill into the chamber and gloss all over its constituents.

including mattheo’s sleeping form.

he was submerged under a fluffy blanket, sprawled across the bed on his side. only his curly tuff of hair was visible, the rest of his body completely covered by the thick covers.

“mattheo.”

you whisper-yelled his name as you inched closer and closer to him, trespassing into his room without his permission yet again.

in your defense, you first gave him a warning of your arrival on his phone, but he seems to have disregarded any sort of message from you to sleep.

“mattheo.”

you tried again, this time with a sharper tone, a bit annoyed that he was not stirring awake from your first call.

he was as unwavering as a log, maintaining his initial position under the covers. his breath was stilled and controlled, only small snores leaving his probably parted lips here and there.

mattheo could have been robbed in his sleep and he would have had no idea.

“matty, c’mon.”

you were bolder now, bending at your waist above the bed and urging him to wake up in a louder voice.

the new, proximal position allowed you to see his face clearly — peaceful, no crease or wrinkle on his sleeping expression. his lips were indeed open, but thankfully no drool slipped away between them. his beautiful chocolate eyes were covered by heavy lids and sealed away by his thick lashes. his curls were partly sticking to his forehead, skin heated from the warmth of his slumber, partly spread all across his pillow in a confusing mess.

“this fool is sweating while i am freezing to death.”

that's why you came to his room — you needed to borrow another blanket as yours did little to nothing to help with the low temperature in your room. your radiator broke during the day and, despite mattheo’s generous offer to sleep in his room, you stood your ground and decided to face the cold on your own.

big mistake.

not even your thickest pajamas and a mountain of blankets did the trick.

“mattyyyyy.”

elongating the vowel at the end of his nickname, you called out to him one last time. you even put on your sweetest voice, somehow sure this time you will succeed in waking him up. and to make odds be in your favour, you even scrunched up the long sleeves of your blouse and poke at his cheek with your bare finger.

once.

…

twice.

…

thrice.

…

“ugh.”

you puffed, annoyed beyond compare when mattheo did not budge. there was no point in pestering him further; you’d only get angrier at his lack of reaction.

promptly straightening your back, you turned around and took a step away from his bed.

maybe you should search for a blanket on your own.

it’s not like the room was in complete darkness, the moon shining brighter than ever through the window. plus, the only logical place for mattheo to store a spare blanket was his wardrobe.

it would be easy to find.

but you completely underestimated mattheo and his dirty pig attics.

his wardrobe was a total mess. his clothes were barely folded, thrown into any drawer — multiple drawers, even. and when you tried to pull something that looked like a blanket, all soft and fluffy, the entire mountain of clothes twitched.

“hell nah.”

you immediately abandoned the so-called blanket, shoving the material back in and rapidly closing the door. challenging the monstruous wardrobe was a bad move on your part; if that thing collapsed on you, you’d have been buried in mattheo’s mess until the end of time.

should i just take the blanket he has on him now?

a devious thought crossed your mind as you were staring at the mirror-like surface of the wardrobe, shamelessly eyeing the blanket covering mattheo.

a devious thought that sounded like a splendid idea.

it wasn’t like mattheo would wake up because of it. he would most likely sleep soundly until morning, and only then he would realize someone robbed him of his precious covers. moreover, that fucker is a walking radiator himself, generating heat and burning like a fire. you’d be more appreciative of his blanket than him.

so, after making up your mind, you drew closer to his bed again. your legs inched quicker and quicker with feather-like steps, and thanks to your long pants, catching underneath your feet, any sort of floor creaking was prevented.

all that commotion with the wardrobe did nothing to mattheo — he was still fast asleep, in the same position in which you’ve found him at the beginning of your intrusion. almost drowning in the covers, it was fortunate that the blanket seems to not be trapped under him.

assessing the position of the blanket and the strange entanglement of limbs that could be lying underneath, you decided that pulling from the very middle of the material would be the best choice. dipping your body downwards, you carefully grasp the edge of the blanket, securing a good chunk of it between your grabby fingers.

and you pulled it towards you. slow. calculated.

a cheeky smiled spread on your face when the blanket slowly began to budge from its place, gliding across mattheo without perturbing his deep slumber. you could already feel the way this very blanket will solve all your issues and give you the best sleep known to man.

you barely managed to peel the blanket halfway when movement halted abruptly. you tugged and tugged at the material, some sharper tugs, some gentle tugs, but nothing happened.

“it’s stuck?”

you whisper-yelled at the sudden realization, terribly infuriated by this stupid impediment. did the blanket catch onto one of mattheo’s pillows? or was it perhaps his leg or arm?

leaning over the bed to scout the area with your eyes, you momentarily lessen your grip on the covers. mattheo was surely too far gone into dreamland to notice your looming figure, so you could survey the area in peace and decide your next move.

yet, with your guard lowered down, a new, foreign arm joined in.

sneaking fastly around your torso and dragging you into the bed, underneath the blanket.

“fuck!” a mere curse word managed to escape from your lips before the strong pull stole your breath away. “you awake?” a half-muttered rhetorical question left your mouth immediately after, your entire body twitching and turning in mattheo’s lazy grasp, trying to escape and assess the new situation.

“shhh, too loud.”

a deep, rumbling voice broke your exasperated protests, snapping you out of your frenzy and bringing your entire attention back to the person next to you. and the proximity between you two.

he was awake. and really close.

“settle down.”

mattheo’s voice was heavy with sleep, his words half-murmured against your forehead. you could feel the warm breath fanning across your face, and if you tried hard enough you could feel his lips themselves brushing over your skin.

“no, let me–”

your little complaints began again, this time fueled by the dangerously short distance between your two bodies. to make matters worse, you were facing each other; mattheo’s face was resting a bit higher than yours, yet still too close to your liking.

you were burning with embarrassment, struggling to free yourself, while he was still as serene as ever.

“–go.”

despite his gentle expression and his half-lidded eyes, true signs of drowsiness, mattheo sharply disobeyed your commands and tightened his grasp around your waist, pulling you even closer.

“ah, wait.”

you had no time to react, your nose bumping into his hard chest in mere seconds. his warm body instantly ignited your cold one, and you subconsciously buried your face deeper, nuzzling against his skin.

 skin?

skin.

bare, hot, unmistakable skin.

you abruptly stopped, face slowly backing away from his body to confirm that he was indeed shirtless — to confirm that your poor tired mind was not playing tricks on you.

“matty?”

you whispered his name, testing whether he has already succumbed to the heaviness of sleep. if he did, there was no point in confronting him. you’d just sneak away and back into your roo–

“hm?”

but he was still awake. his hum of approval was low, barely above a whisper, but thanks to your closeness, you felt the vibrations of his vocal cords shoot through his chest.

“you’re shirtless.”

you hoped a reminder of his bare torso would make him back off, instill some distance between you two. heck, maybe even make him let you go. but mattheo only smirked at your statement, a slight peek of his marble teeth shining together with the moonlight.

contrary to your expectations, mattheo dipped his head downwards, traversing from your forehead lower and lower and lower. his lips made a short stop right above your mouth, and that’s when panic surged inside you.

what is he thinking?

your arms, which were peacefully resting alongside your body, sprung upwards and landed right onto his chest. palms flat against his hot skin, you pushed mattheo with all your might, trying to regain some distance.

but he wouldn’t move.

“mattheo, what–”

he continued his journey, trailing lower, totally ignoring your baffled state. leaving your lips empty, he settled down right against your ear. and, with a low whisper, he corrected your previous sentence.

“i’m naked.”

oh.

your hands completely stilled on his chest. no. your entire body froze up, too stunned by the revelation. only your eyes widened in shock, eyebrows jumping upwards and curving into two crescent moons.

“no. nonononono. no.”

whether he was joking or not, you did not want to stay further and find out. mattheo was your roommate, for fuck’s sake, and even the fact that you were in bed with him was bad. but if he was indeed naked??

you had to get away fast.

pushing at his chest and twisting around, you managed to turn your back to mattheo and even sneak one of your legs outside the blanket.

mattheo might be strong, but he was still sleepy — if you act fast enough, you’d surely escape from his arm.

your plan was good, and with the way your second leg was flying away from the clutches of the blanket, you were sure it will succeed.

sadly, you did not take into consideration mattheo’s second arm.

his other arm dropped across your middle, gliding across your sides like a snake and securely gripping at your body. and slowly, any sort of progress you made dissipated, your body now dragged back in its initial place.

“why run, baby?”

he chuckled against your cheek, low and wrecked with sleep, sending a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“you wanted warmth, no?” his voice was full of arrogance, and you could feel the way his lips curled against your skin in a devious grin.

with both of his arms nicely wrapped around you, mattheo pulled you into him fully. your clothed back hit his chest, all warm and fuzzy, while your lower body made contact with his solid crotch.

something sheltered itself between your asscheeks, and by its twitchiness, it was definitely not his leg.

“i will make you warm all over.”

it was a mistake to tiptoe into his room. it was a mistake to steal his blanket.

it was a mistake to underestimate a sleeping mattheo.

now you were at his mercy.

“ah, matty…”

being engulfed by his warm body did make your hotter. suddenly, your long-sleeved pajamas were too much; the material was itchy and suffocating, making you pant and whine for your clothes to be discarded.

nonetheless, the raising in temperature was not solely due to the covers and mattheo’s body heat — it was also due to your own lustful desire stirring your insides, making you boil with need.

“yeah, baby?”

mattheo knew. he could feel your body quivering against him, he could feel your ass involuntarily pushing against his cock. he could feel the way your hands clutch at his, desperately guiding them underneath the hem of your blouse.

fuck, his sweet roommate needed him.

his hands slid upwards underneath your blouse, warm calloused palms gliding across your tummy all the way to your bare chest. his fingers touched around attentively, waiting for a positive cue from you.

and when a small needy whimper left your lips, he fully cupped your tits in his hands.

“shit, so soft.”

he groaned against your neck, voice all gravel yet honeyed, half-sweet, half-sinful. his lips peppered open-mouthed kisses across your skin, wetting every exposed patch in his wake. his digits, skillful and eager, pinched and pulled at your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.

your cute moans of pleasure only stirred him on, and with each and every squeeze of your tits came a snappy thrust of his shaft into your meaty ass.

“you getting warmer, baby?”

each word was punctuated by a short nibble of your skin, his teeth grazing at your neck, hard enough to pleasure, yet not enough to hurt.

he didn’t need an actual response, really; he could feel your body heat — now matching his own temperature — and he could also feel arousal bubbling inside you.

“y–yes.”

your answer was weak, drowned in breathy whines, too overwhelmed by mattheo and his restless attacks. his palms continued their ministration on your boobs, fondling them to his very whim, while his cock drilled faster and faster against your pajama pants, getting them all sticky and wet with precum.

the back of your pants were not the only ones drenched. your panties were long ruined, arousal pooling into them wave after wave from the moment mattheo pulled you underneath the covers.

at the beginning, you tried to resist temptation, but right now you were fully succumbing to lust, clenching your thighs together and pushing back into your roommate.

“m–more.”

you needed more. you needed to feel his hands touch all over your body, to ignite every inch of your skin.

to make you burn raw with desire.

your plea, oh so tiny and broken, made mattheo’s hips jut upwards into your ass faster. a plethora of curses escaped his wet lips as he slowly but surely realized how you had him wrapped around your finger.

your wandering hands reached his own underneath your shirt and, with delicate moves, you now guided them downwards to the hem of your pants.

and, to seal the deal and make mattheo complete putty, you threw the prettiest blown-out eyes at him, silently asking for him to go further.

“f–fuck, baby, i can’t resist you.” his voice cracked against your skin, as even saying the words cost him restraint.

his fingers fumbled at your waist, clumsily pushing the waistband of your pajamas down to your knees. when the pads of his digits encountered your panties, they were immediately hooked and dragged lower too, joining your pants.

“oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, babyyy.”

he started chanting the pet name like a mantra the moment his eyes got a hold of your glistering pussy, all warm and sticky, and so so inviting. and he gladly took the invitation, glossing his fingers between your folds and gathering your arousal, only to stick up his hand and admire the web-like formation of precum.

“so fucking wet, d–damn.”

he breathed it like a prayer, forehead dropping against your shoulder for a moment, so aroused by the reactions of your body. but he had no time to soak into the feeling as he felt your plush, naked ass press against his own bare cock, so impatient and needy.

“mattyyy.”

your mind was foggy, clouded with the thought of immediate release. your hips shifting back into mattheo so deliciously was a clear bodily reaction, and he could see that as well.

as much as he wanted to thrust right into your sloppy hole and fuck you senseless, he couldn’t.

“c–can’t, baby. i don’t have a condom.”

it was difficult to hold back, it really was. to have his gorgeous roommate in his arms, half-naked and begging for dick — that was his ultimate fantasy. yet here he was, cock heavy and throbbing against your ass, refusing to fuck you without a condom.

“but matty–”

“safe sex is ah–… important, baby.”

fuck safe sex, you wanted to scream at him, the achiness between your legs growing stronger and stronger. but mattheo took you by surprise once again, repositioning his wandering hand back on your cunt and slowly circling his digits over your pulsing clit.

“but i will take care of you.”

the sensation was so powerful that your head was thrown back against his chest, a sharp moan elicited from your previously pouting lips. no longer pursed in dissatisfaction, your mouth hanged open, overflowing with whines and moans.

“it feels good, baby, hm?”

“yes, yes, yes, ahhh…”

your voice was high and ruined, hips rutting mindlessly against mattheo’s hand as he played with your swollen bud. his pace was sloppy and wavering, his concentration deterring because of his own needs. his cock, leaking with precum, was still chasing relief between your asscheeks.

but he too wanted more.

“got you all messy and wet…” he mumbled, ragged breath fanning on your skin. “yet i can’t even fuck you properly.”

the arm around your torso tightened, dragging you closer to his crotch. his ministration on your clit got rougher, now matching the desperate ruttings of his own hips.

he wanted so bad to move your leg to the side and just plunge in. he wanted so bad to twist you around and have you spread open across his bed, legs dangling off his shoulders as he restlessly pounds into you.

his cock continued to bully the fat of your behind, leaving a sticky shimmery trail all over it, as he keeps imagining the many ways he could have you if only he had a condom on him.

if only there was an alternative to–

there was.

“baby, let me fuck your pretty thighs.”

he rasped quickly, short of breath, proud of his genius idea. his fidgety hand immediately jumped on your thigh, fingers digging into the plush fat and making it jiggle slightly.

“they’re warm and soft… i will rub your clit, make you cum together with me.”

his other hand resumed its movement on your cunt, poking and prodding at your clit in an attempt to convince you to accept his offer.

“o–okay.”

you hiccupped, voce hazy and dripping with need. you slightly parted your thighs, inviting mattheo to insert his cock. and he wasted no time, thanking you for your cooperation and sliding between your thighs swiftly.

and when you closed them around his cock, squishing it nicely, he though his body ascended to heaven.

“my gooood girl.”

mattheo groaned low at the friction your soft skin provided, hugging his shaft tight and warm. then he moaned louder, his cock grazing past your drenched folds and your quivering hole. he almost gave up and changed the angle, pushing into your cunt, but he stilled himself and completed his thrust, his tip peeking out, red and dripping, on the other side.

“you’re amazing, fuck.”

and with that, mattheo started a stable rhythm of his hips, pulling and pushing against your thighs and using them like a cunt. he also kept his promise, rubbing your pretty little clit and giving you that well-deserved pleasure.

“mattyyy.”

his urgent and sharp thrust affected you as well. you were sobbing now, teetering on the edge, your whole body trembling from the pressure on your clit and the constant bullying of mattheo’s cock against your folds.

“i know, baby, me too.”

he only cooed at you, speeding up his thrusts between your thighs, fingers rubbing with more vigour against your clit.

but it wasn’t sufficient.

you needed more.

you needed him inside.

“matty– inside–… i need you inside.” you babbled between sobs, twisting your neck to gaze at him and enchant him a second time that night.

“r–raw, please, raw.”

his entire body shuddered at your plea, arms stiffening tightly against you. he resisted you the first time, but now? with his own release so close?

fuck.

he cursed viciously under his breath, his self-control on the verge of snapping completely.

“y–you sure? i w–won’t be able to stop.”

if you agree, he will conform. and he hoped you–

“please, matty. i need you.”

with a feral growl, mattheo shifted, guiding the fat head of his cock to your soaking entrance. and he pushed in without a second thought, the tip stretching you out deliciously, warmly welcomed by your hungry cunt.

both of you moaned — loud, primal, shameless.

he bottomed out in one long, shaking thrust, his hips drawn to yours like a magnet. your gummy walls latched onto him like a vice, sucking his cock and hardly letting it go.

“so fucking good, baby. fuckfuckfuckk.”

he pulled out only halfway before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had your thighs shaking. your hands were clawing at the sheets, hanging onto them for dear life.

you were close.

you were both so close.

he only had a few more thrusts in him — he could feel it building up in his gut, tightening unbearably.

“gonna fill you up, baby.”

mattheo groaned into your shoulder, hips jerking faster, harder. his fingers were also frantic against your clit, wishing to push you off the edge at the same time.

“please, want you in me.” you whimpered, arching into him, voice broken yet sweet.

his body trembled — a half-muttered call of your name managed to get out before his sturdy hands grabbed your hips, digging his fingers hard into your skin to keep you still.

you gasped together as he buried himself deep, cock splitting you open one last time before spurts of cum spilled inside you. your pussy fluttered around him like it wanted to seal in every last drop, joining his orgasm.

for a few moments, the world was just panting, sweaty skin, tangled limbs, and the slow, sticky drip of him leaking out of you.

mattheo didn’t pull out. he couldn’t.

he just wrapped himself around you tighter, peppering you with lazy kisses.

"warm enough now, baby?" he murmured against your skin, cocky even in his exhaustion.

you could only giggle weakly, shortly glancing at the blanket that started all this, half-hanging off the bed, forgotten.

"yeah, matty," you whispered, settling back into his embrace. "more than enough."

©dearmisshoney 2025. do not copy, translate, or claim any of my writings or works as your own.

tags: @downbad4reid, @cafechichay, @lov3notts

[sturniololuvz]

can you do a sturniolo sister where she is 4 and it’s a compilation of times where she is clingy to the boys

yesss! this is cuteee!

Stuck to You – A Compilation of Clingy Y/N Moments

Sturniolos x sister

1. The Morning Koala

It was 8 a.m., and Matt groggily made his way to the kitchen, still half-asleep. But before he could even pour himself a bowl of cereal, he felt two tiny arms wrap around his leg like a vice.

“Mattyyyyy!”

Y/N clung to his leg like a koala, her little face pressed against his knee.

Matt sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Y/N, we talked about this. You can’t just grab my leg like that.”

“Yes, I can,” she mumbled sleepily, tightening her grip.

Nick walked in, raising a brow. “Bro… you got an attachment issue on aisle one.”

Matt gestured dramatically to his leg. “Please, get her off me.”

Chris, sipping his morning juice box, grinned. “Nah, that’s your problem now.”

2. The Bathroom Breakdown

Nick had made the critical mistake of shutting the bathroom door without Y/N knowing where he went.

Big mistake.

A loud wail erupted from the other side of the door. “NICKY, WHERE ARE YOUUU?!”

Nick groaned, resting his forehead against the bathroom sink. “Y/N, I’m literally peeing. Can you chill?”

“I MISS YOU!”

“You saw me five seconds ago!”

Matt, walking by, cackled. “You gonna let her in or let her suffer?”

Nick sighed in defeat and cracked open the door. “Fine.”

Y/N immediately waddled in, plopping onto the bathroom floor with her stuffed animal. “I just wanna be with you.”

Nick shook his head. “This is insane.”

3. The Grocery Store Meltdown

Chris was pushing the cart through the grocery store while Matt and Nick walked beside him, grabbing snacks. Y/N, however, refused to walk.

“I wanna go up!” she whined, reaching for Chris.

“You’re four,” Chris sighed. “You can walk.”

“But my legs are tired!”

“Y/N, you’ve been sitting in the car for the last hour—”

Before he could finish, her eyes welled up with tears. “You don’t love me anymore?” she sniffled dramatically.

Chris let out a long sigh before hoisting her onto his hip. “You’re literally scamming me, bro.”

Y/N grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Bubby.”

Matt chuckled. “She’s got you wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

Chris muttered, “Yeah, I’m aware.”

4. The “Don’t Leave” Incident

The triplets had a meeting that day, which meant Y/N had to stay home with their friend Madi ,But the second she saw them putting on their shoes, she panicked.

“NO!” she wailed, running straight into Matt’s legs. “DON’T LEAVE ME!”

“Y/N, we’ll be back soon!” Nick tried reasoning with her.

She shook her head violently, wrapping herself around Matt’s leg like a monkey. “Take me with you!”

Chris knelt down. “Bug, we’ll be home before you even notice—”

“I NOTICE EVERYTHING!” she cried dramatically.

Nick sighed. “Alright, Matt, you got this one. We’ll be in the car.”

Matt, now carrying a sobbing Y/N, groaned. “Why am I the chosen one?”

5. The Sleepover Sabotage

One night, the triplets invited a couple of friends over. Y/N was supposed to be asleep, but she had other plans.

She wobbled into the living room, rubbing her eyes. “I wanna sleep with you guys.”

Nick looked at her, amused. “Y/N, you have a whole bed.”

“But I want you,” she whined, climbing onto the couch and squeezing herself between Matt and Chris.

Chris sighed. “What are we supposed to do, kick her out?”

Matt shook his head. “Nope, she wins. She always wins.”

And just like that, the triplets’ “guys’ night” turned into “Y/N takes over.”

Again.

Final Thought:

Having a clingy little sister was exhausting, chaotic, and borderline ridiculous.

But at the end of the day? The triplets wouldn’t have it any other way.

[tote-bag-chic]

my pea brain actually malfunctions when matty is active

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

MATTY SPOTTING!!!

[annieqattheperipheral]

spotify / google

lmaooo croz & chucky w matching stats🫶

highlights from new matthew podcast episode:

talked about going to lots of weddings this summer and how he isnt keen that people video them partying, esp brady bc he thinks there's this idea he's more wild than he is lol

he talked about social media and how you have to be aware as an athlete you could be being filmed at any moment. basically just talking about how he always tries to be on his best behaviour when he goes out

he talked about keith calling the panthers soft - said he was pissed off more in a 'like really?' sense because of the timing but said the team was super cool with it (in july monty said they chirped him about it lol)

BIG praise for paul and bill on giving him what he needs to succeed but always having clear expectations. said paul likes to give it to him when he gets into shoving matches

the hosts asked him about monty's 'if we dont score with an extra attacker at the end of a game it's a melee' quotes and he just went 'obviously, you've got an extra guy' lmfao

he talked about growing the game and he said the teams do an amazing job but the league doesnt. said a lot of guys dont like the cameras and mics 24/7 in the league but he doesnt mind it. his issue was that things like the nocek 'shes a fucking whore' incident go viral and not the nice things that happen (matthew . what does that even mean).

he would star in a hockey version of the quarterback (netflix docuseries)

talked a lot about how he loves his family and friends and people are always visiting him which makes him really happy

and of course, he said barky is the same level talent as makar, mcdavid, matthews and that hes the chillest guy matthew's ever met. he was very complimentary as normal.

said he likes the 'brady's better' chance in ottawa because they remind him of high school hockey and he thinks it makes the game more fun

[whimsicalpolitical]

i just got home from a party and im kind of drunk idfk so maybe roommate!matty and u het home drunk so ge lookks after you? idk- sorry anout my spelling incant see properly lmoaoo

this is a cute idea!! i hope you didn’t have a too bad hangover xx

you just got home from the party, matty eventually noticed that he needs to be the one to get you both home. you're not quite in yet as matty pulls a cigarette from his pocket, leaning against the railing outside the flat. the streetlamp above flickers, casting a soft glow over the pavement.

"shouldn’t have left you alone for that long, i see," he mutters, lighting up, taking a slow drag.

"c’mon," you whine, spinning on the spot, arms outstretched. "i was having funnnnn. how can you handle alcohol so well? i mean—" you pause, squinting at him. "you don’t even look like you’ve had anything."

matty huffs a little laugh, shaking his head. "professional, love. you, on the other hand…"

"am not that bad," you protest, wobbling slightly, and matty just watches with a smirk, exhaling smoke into the night air.

"careful, please. don't want you crackin' your head open. can't be arsed callin' an ambulance this late."

you ignore him, still giggling, still swaying a little on your feet. matty watches, flicking ash off to the side, his gaze lazy, fond.

"ugh," you whine after a beat, pouting. "you done? ‘m cold."

matty pouts back, "another minute, love. here—"

he shrugs off his jacket and holds it out. you grab it, pulling it around yourself, the fabric far too big.

"smells like you," you murmur, nuzzling into the collar.

matty raises a brow. "s’that bad?"

"dunno." you shrug, lips twitching. he watches, rolling his eyes, but there's amusement there.

“mattyyyyy,” you drag out without even knowing what you’re going to say.

“careful, sweetheart, alright?” matty says, cigarette dangling from his lips as he pauses on the stairs outside your flat. he exhales a long stream of smoke, watching you sway under the dim streetlights.

“mhm,” you hum absently, twirling again, the world spinning with you. everything feels light and floaty, like you might just drift away if you let yourself.

then your foot catches on the uneven pavement, and suddenly the ground is a lot closer than it should be. you let out a yelp as you stumble, arms flailing, but before you hit the floor, you somehow manage to right yourself, laughing breathlessly.

“christ—” matty huffs, flicking his cigarette away as he pushes off the stairs. “you alright?”

“’m fine,” you insist, grinning up at him as he approaches, hands already reaching for him. “dance with me.”

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to it. “think we’ve had enough dancing for the night, no?”

“no,” you shake your head, “dance. with. me.”

matty gives in at your pleading glance, “fine. not longer than thirty seconds though.”

he lets you pull him into your little world of swaying limbs and off-beat steps, his hands steady on your waist as he moves with you, slow and careful. his fingers press into the fabric of your jacket, warm and grounding, as your bodies shift together. your chest brushes against his with every movement, the scent of his cologne and smoke filling your senses.

he exhales softly, letting his forehead dip until it nearly touches yours. “life’s never boring with you.”

“mmm,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you let yourself sink into him. his fingers trace slow circles at the small of your back, his other hand coming up to rest lightly against your jaw, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone in a way that feels so tender it makes your breath hitch.

“you’re leading me back to the stairs,” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at him.

“you need to go inside, love,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “before you break your neck.”

“so bossy,” you murmur, but you don’t fight him when he guides you toward the steps. he keeps you close, one arm around you as you both stumble your way up, his grip firm but gentle.

once you reach the door, you blink up at him. “comin?”

“yeah, yeah,” he sighs, reaching into his pocket for the keys. “don’t push me,” he laughs.

you barely make it two steps into the flat before you’re flopping onto the couch with a heavy sigh, limbs sprawled out dramatically. matty watches from the doorway, shaking his head as he kicks off his own shoes.

“lightweight,” he mutters, smirking as he strides over to you, crouching down to tug at the laces of your boots.

“‘m not,” you protest weakly, but the way you barely lift your head off the cushion before groaning and letting it fall back down completely undermines your argument.

matty huffs out a soft laugh. “yeah? then why are you lyin’ there like you’ve been shot?”

you groan again, turning your face into the pillow. “feel like i have,” you mumble. “i’m dying, matty.”

he snorts, successfully yanking one of your boots off before moving on to the other. “bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“no.” you pout, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion and alcohol settle deep into your bones. “you should feel bad, by the way, not act like this.”

“like this?”

“yeah,” you sigh, “like a jerk. you’re s’posed to take care of me.”

matty sets your boots aside but stays crouched down at your feet, “am i? didn’t know that. i will take it seriously now, i promise,” he says, humoring you.

“i’ll even start by getting you some water.”

you peek one eye open as he stands, swaying slightly before steadying himself. “you’re leaving me?”

he sighs, exasperated but fond. “jesus christ,” he mutters, before patting your knee. “stay put, yeah? i’ll be back in a sec.”

he disappears into the kitchen, and you let out a small whimper of protest before melting into the couch again. your head spins, stomach twisting uncomfortably, and you regret every drink you downed tonight.

matty returns moments later with a glass of water and a bottle of paracetamol. he sets them on the coffee table before crouching in front of you again, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.

“you look like shit,” he says, ever the charmer.

you groan, batting his hand away weakly. “feel like it.”

he hands you the glass. “drink.”

you take it, sitting up with a deep sigh and sipping at the water. matty watches closely, making sure you don’t spill it all over yourself, and when you finally set the glass down, he nudges the painkillers toward you.

“take those.”

you shake your head. “i don’t need them.”

matty levels you with a look. “darling, i heard you moanin’ out from the kitchen.”

you huff but comply, swallowing them down with another sip of water. matty plucks the glass from your hands before you can set it on an uneven surface and spill it, placing it securely on the table instead.

“good,” he says, and then he’s pushing himself up and grabbing your hands, tugging you forward. “c’mon, let’s get you to bed ready.”

you groan, resisting. “don’t wanna move.”

“oh no?”

without warning, he’s hooking his arms under your legs and back and hoisting you up against his chest.

you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck instinctively. “matty!”

he just laughs, carrying you toward your bedroom with ease. “see? much easier this way.”

you nuzzle into him, letting out a pleased hum. “you’re warm.”

matty chuckles. “s’that the alcohol talking?”

“no,” you murmur, eyes already slipping shut. “you’re always warm.”

“m’ glad.”

when he sets you down on the edge of the bed, you blink up at him and listen to his soft voice.

“alright, sweetheart, here’s what’s gonna happen,” matty says, as he kneels in front of you. “we’ve gotta get you dressed, and you’ve gotta help me out, yeah?”

you blink at him slowly, your head tilting to the side like you’re trying to process his words. “but i am dressed.”

matty sighs, “yeah, love, but you can’t sleep in this.” he tugs lightly at your top, damp with the sweat of a long night out. “need you in something comfy.”

“but i like this top.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” he says, tapping your knee. “but you’ll like one of my shirts better. i’ll even let you pick, alright?”

that seems to convince you, and you nod sluggishly. “okay.”

“there we go,” matty murmurs before his fingers move to your jeans. “gonna take these off now, alright?”

you hum in acknowledgment, barely holding yourself upright as he tugs them down your legs. he huffs out a laugh. “jesus, you’re dead weight.”

“‘m just relaxed,” you mumble, leaning into his touch when he brushes a hand over your calf.

“right,” he mutters, shaking his head. “arms up for me, love.”

you lift your arms obediently, letting him tug your top over your head. you sit there in just your underwear, blinking sleepily as he stands up.

“can i have your beatles shirt?” you ask.

“if you won’t throw up on it.”

“no promises,” you say through gritted teeth.

matty disappears into the closet for a second. when he returns, he’s holding the shirt—his old, threadbare beatles tee, the one you love stealing.

“ohhh, i love it!” you shriek.

matty snorts, shaking his head as he helps you into the shirt, guiding your arms through the sleeves. “there. happy now?”

“very,” you murmur, your voice thick with exhaustion.

he cups your cheek briefly, thumb brushing over your skin before he disappears into the bathroom. you hear the water running, and then he’s back, holding a toothbrush with fresh toothpaste.

“here,” he says, pressing it into your hand. “let’s get this done before you pass out.”

you blink down at it for a second, then smile softly. “you’re so thoughtful.”

matty huffs a quiet laugh. “well, i should take care of you.”

as you start brushing absentmindedly, humming some tune under your breath, he pulls back the duvet, fluffing your pillows and setting up another glass of water on the nightstand.

after three minutes he helps you into the bathroom and brushes your hair into a slightly lose ponytail.

“ready for bed?” he asks.

you nod, “help me?”

“course,” he nods and lifts you you into his arms again.

when you feel the softness under your legs you immediately crawl under the covers.

matty moves around you, making sure you’re tucked in properly. “sleep tight.”

[xmads-omensx]

DAY 19 - CHRISTMAS VIA SOCIALS PT.2

Content Warnings: established relationship, fake social media

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1

Baby boy liked his present

29.6k comments

Jesse_cash: aweeee cutie patootie

— y/nofficial: the cutest

— jesse_cash: Y/N HE HIT ME AGAIN

— y/nofficial: LMFAO DUMBASS

Liked by badomensofficial

davis.rider: why the fuck did you get him a sword? He’s literally a walking health hazard

— y/nofficial: I physically cannot say no to him

— davis.rider: you really need to work on you peer pressure skills

— y/nofficial: but look at his happy lil face

liked by badomensofficial

nicholasruffillo: Excellent. Let the villainy commence

— mattxdierkes: what the fuck, Nick?

— nicholasruffilo: tehehe

— davis.rider: did you just tehehe?

Festive boys feeling festive

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badomensfan4: how come y/n always gets the best pics of the boys?

— brybarian: shhh don't say that or she'll come for my job

liked by y/nofficial

davis.rider: y'all are strong

— michaeltayl0r: we were just so full of the Christmas spirit

liked by badomensofficial

mattxdierkes: this is why we don't let you outside the house

disliked by badomensofficial, davis.rider and michaeltayl0r

— y/nofficial: rude!

— mattxdierkes: not you dumbass, you're allowed out

jesse_cash: when will it be my turn?

— y/nofficial: STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND

— jesse_cash: lol no

Look at my festive babyyyyyyy!!!!

21.2k comments

jesse_cash: y/n it's time to free the hostage

— y/nofficial: lol no

— jesse_cash: but it's Christmas!

— y/nofficial: he likes it here shush

— jesse_cash: not what I gathered from those screams I heard earlier...

— badomensofficial: who's gonna tell him?...

baddest_omens: I love that Noah broke his social media silence to make fun of Jesse lmao

— jesse_cash: I don't love this

— badomensofficial: too bad bitch. Merry fucking Christmas

mattxdierkes: you got a spare hat?

— y/nofficial: ofc I do Mattyyyyy

courtneylaplante: ugh I wish I could have seen this irl

— y/nofficial: next year, my love, we will be together at Christmas

joakimjkarlsson: Merry Hoemas

— y/nofficial: this is why you're my favourite

— badomensofficial: I am sat next to you what the fuck

Best boyfriend everrr

20.4k comments

courtneylaplante: STOP he's literally the cutest

— jesse_cash: don't let him see that, he might hit you

— y/nofficial: he only does that for you Jesse, AND YES COURTNEY HE'S ADORABLE

mattxdierkes: okay that is kinda sweet

liked by badomensofficial and y/nofficial

davis.rider: I'm really enjoying you turning Noah into a massive softie

— y/nofficial: trust me, I'm enjoying it too

y/nupdates: Awee you guys are the cutest

liked by y/nofficial

baddie.omens.com: Flowers? Not very festive

— jesse_cash: trust me, this is just the start. The living room is full of gifts that are literally just from Noah to Y/N

— joakimjkarlsson: it's problematic how many he bought

— badomensofficial: shut the fuck up and let me spoil my girl

— y/nofficial: YEAH! Let him spoil me

— y/nofficial: Update I just saw how many there are, and it's bad... Noah what the fuck

Well merry Christmas to me holy fucking shit

30.2k comments

mattxdierkes: Y/N I hate to break it to you, but this isn't your private account...

— y/nofficial: FUCK

jesse_cash: smash

— y/nofficial: back off bitch

— jesse_cash: HE'S HITTING ME

joakimjkarlsson: how is this merry Christmas?

— joakimjkarlsson: never mind, Folio just told me... y/n what the fuck?

— y/nofficial: mind your business

davis.rider: Noah, this is the one you want? this is your girl?

— badomensofficial: yes but now i'm questioning myself

— y/nofficial: I will hurt you

y/nfan554: I just know the fan accounts are going to love this

— y/nofficial: And i will eat every edit and one shot up like it's my final meal on earth

Christmas movie night with my favourite person

17.8k comments

jesse_cash: where was my invite?

— y/nofficial: burned it lol

— jesse_cash: rude

courtneylaplante: no way! We're doing the same lol

— y/nofficial: We're just so in sync

nicholasruffilo: He won't make it through the first movie

— y/nofficial: he fell asleep twenty minutes into Miracle on 34th Street

— nicholasruffilo: yeah that sounds about right

davis.rider: we need to do a gang Christmas movie night

— y/nofficial: BET let's do it!!

[manicsexualconflict]

save me blue hair mattyyyyy… save meeeee

[val-selfships]

BLUSHING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET OMG IT'S HERRRRR!!!!!

@val-selfships psspspsppss... Jingle jingle... Rings bell... At you...