#a.matthews

[princessrhode]

MY BABY NOOOOOOOO

[hockeychatstea]

Morning! Toronto server here. I’ve served the Leafs many times, as well as other teams, but last night was something else. Never did I laugh so hard at a table. Picture me this:

Matthews, Marner, Domi, and Rielly. Just a post- game dinner. As I’m approaching the table with their food, this is the conversation (I’ll try to quote it as similar as possible, forgive my goldfish memory)

Matthews: yeah! like the movie!

Mitchy, Max and Morgan all laughing

Marner: what did you say?

Matthews: the movie!

Marner: what’s the movie?

Matthews: (looks at all of them, has no clue why they’re laughing) Bareback Mountain..

I literally could not hold it in 🤣🤣🤣 He was talking about “Brokeback Mountain”. We were literally all laughing histerically 😂

Max then tells me “we’re so sorry, can you believe this guy” and we just kept laughing, I had to stop myself from laughing when bringing the bill too, a whole hour later it was still hilarious 🤣

Just to add some positive stories lol! It’s always a pleasure serving the Leafs, super nice guys and really charismatic, always include you in the conversation as a server. Also, they always tip very very well, talking 50% - 60% on bills that are never low. Just an amazing group of people!

LMAOO i could 100% see this happening lol

[fiastomatocheek]

Could we expect any dad!auston or auston x pregnant!wife works? 👀🥺

oh i am so ready for this concept 😭 like genuinely, dad!auston has been living in my head rent-free. i’d absolutely love to write a dad!auston or auston x pregnant!wife piece, especially something super soft, domestic, and tooth-rotting fluffy. so yes, please send in any ideas you have. i promise i’ll read everything, and if it sparks something in me, i’ll do my best to turn it into the sweetest little drabble for you 🫶👀

[rinkrumours]

even a confirmation from a reliable source (joe thornton) does not have them believing that he’s with vanessa. the denial is delulu and with no end in sight.

it's very obvious the girlfriend they are referencing is vanessa. there has been a lot of proof especially these past couple weeks that they are very much together.

^ she's also been seen posting outfit pics in his home, followed by some of the other wags on the team... and now this... yeah.

i fear people are on here crafting whatever narrative they want just to convince themselves of their own lies. the delusional hatefulness is honestly amusing at times (mostly concerning) 😭. idk if people actually think they have a shot with these guys or that their opinion even matters to them or something? idek lol.

[datsyuks]

"If You Want Anything All You Have To Do Is Ask"

(Hi everyone. I'm new around these parts. Please enjoy. Leave a like or reblog. If the formatting is weird please let know. i used dreaded notepad and it seems like it was more of a curse than a blessing. i should have more coming soon.)

Warnings: smut toward the end

"I'm going inside. I need a refill," you wave your empty can in the air, "you want anything?" you yell to your friend who was ankle deep in ocean water. "I'm good!" She yells back. You glance down the beach to see if your brother, Mitch, and his friend, Auston, would want a refill but they are down the beach chatting it up with two blondes. "Their loss," you mumble to yourself and hike it up the sand.

The cool air feels good on your skin as you open the freezer to get a popsicle. The sweet treat cooling you down even more. You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom. Clothes litter the ground as you make your way to your phone on the nightstand. You start to edit some pictures to post to Instagram when two hands grab at your waist and tugging your body backwards into something hard.

"Boo," he whispers into your ear, his stubble rubbing lightly on your jaw gives him away. Still, it makes you jump, enough for the phone to slip from your hands and onto the bed. "Auston!" you shout and turn around to push against his chest. He laughs as one hand leaves your waist and envelopes it over your hand on his chest, locking it in place. Warmth radiated from his chest. "How'd you know it was me?"

Of course you knew it was him. It became your first instinct now. Years and years of him coming around allowed you to memorize, every part of him. The way his hand ghosted the small of your back as he past behind you. The way he was somehow always there to reach the cup out of the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinet for you before you could even ask. How fast he volunteered himself to teach you how to play tennis, even after Mitch's relentless teasing. 'She's got potential.' He'd say giving you a smile and a wink.

"No, hold the racket like this," walking behind you, he wraps his arms around yours and held your hands over the tennis racket. His hands enveloped around yours so tightly you could only see bits of your neon colored nail polish. "That way when you swing, you have more control." "Uh huh, " you say suddenly very aware of his closeness. You were caged between his arms and you couldn't help yourself from staring at them. They glisened with sweat and sunscreen. Your eyes trail down to the veins popping out on his forearm from squeezing your hands against the racket.

"Why are you so sift?" He asks and wiggles your arms oblivious to you not listening to him at all. "Sorry, I-" you turn your head to look up at him. You are suddenly aware he is not wearing a shirt, your eyes drag up his chest, taking a pause at the small tattoo on his collarbone. Is that new? you think and look up to his face. He's smirking down at you. "Just loosen up."

He let's go of your hands and walks back to the bench. You gather your thoughts, "get it together, get it together." you chant in a whisper. You swing your arms around, do some stretches, and repeat your chant trying to get the feeling of him off you. "Get it together," you look back at Auston on the bench, he's squirting some water into his mouth before squirting some into his hair. "get it," he runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head, “together." your breathless now.

"Want some?" he offers the bottle toward you. You hold out your hands so he can throw the bottle. But he walks over to you, until he’s face to face, “open up.” He gestures to your mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he squirts some water into his mouth. Your eyes widen at his actions yet you still open your mouth, tilting your head up. Lifting the bottle to your mouth, he squirts some in before spraying it all over your face.

"Auston!" you snap out of your trance and charge at him, trying to grab for the bottle but he holds it out of your reach. "That," jump, "was", jump, "not nice!" With your hands on his shoulders, trying to use him as leverage you jump one last time but it's no use. He laughs even harder at your attempts.

"Ugh!" you stomp toward the bench, hastly grabbing a towel out of your bag. Sitting on the bench, you hear him next to you as he sets down the bottle and picks up his racket. "What? You thought I would squirt the water in my mouth into yours?" he asks, playfully. You choke your water down, "what? No." He raises his eyebrows, “you sure?" he smiles, unconvinced. God, you could melt, not trusting your voice you nod. He drops his smile and takes a few steps toward you. “Ok, if you want anything all you have to do is ask, ya know." Is this a dream? Does he even know what he's saying? He must know. He has to know how he affects you. He-' His body is right in front of you, he leans down so he's eye level.

His mouth opens as if he's going to say something, but nothing comes out. You noticably gulp and nervously shift your hands on your water bottle. "Now," he tries again. His eyes glance down to your mouth then back to your eyes. Your body tenses up when you feel his fingertips graze your bare knee. They leave a trail of fire until he slips them under the hem of your tennis skirt. Water droplets fall from his hair and onto your exposed leg. His eyes glance down again, his tounge wets his lips, and his breathing becomes slightly harder. Your still frozen in place when his eyes snap back up to yours.

"Let's play," he grabs the ball you put in your shorts pocket and turns around towards the other end of the court. You suck in a breath, quickly stand to your feet, and brush off the invisible dirt off your skirt. "Yeah, let's play."

You're brought back to reality when he squeezes your hand. "You okay?" His thumb brushes circles onto the back of your hand. Your eyes instincivitly go to his mouth then back to his eyes. You nod.

"Whatcha eating there?" nodding at your hand. Your eyes glance toward your other hand, now being covered by the melting treat. "A popsicle," your voice finally comes out in a whisper. This might be the only chance to spark something, anything, before he goes back to Toronto. Before he's gone away for months. Before, god forbid, he brings another girl to the lakehouse. Before he moves on and leaves you behind and you're stuck in a spirl of what could've happend.

"Do you want to try it?" you ask, almost as quietly as before. His eyes search yours to see if you're joking. In all his years of knowing you, he was always the one teasing.

You bring the treat in front of his mouth, "go ahead. I want you to have a bite." His hand leaves your hip and wraps over yours on the stick. His tongue licks a long strip up the popsicle. His plump lips wrap around the top breaking off a piece. He goes in for another lick going slower this time, teasing you. His lips are covered in the blue liquid. He goes in for another lick when you pull the stick from him and into your mouth. You close your eyes and let out a moan as you taste him and the blue raspberry.

Opening you eyes, you hold you the last piece toward him, "you want some more?" Eager, he leans in but you're quicker, pulling the rest of the popsicle in your mouth, "come and get it."

Dropping your hands and grabbing your hips slamming your body into his. His mouth in on yours, licking his way in. His hand glides up your back until the reach your neck holding you in place. He tastes like the popsicle and warm bud light.

Tossing the popsicle stick to the ground, your hands trail down to the waistband of his bathinsuit. He pulls away, out of breath. "get on the bed." He presses a small, gentle kiss to your lips before letting go. "sit onthe edge."

He spreads your legs apart and unties the little bows on sides of your bathing suit bottoms. The cold air makes you shiver and snaps you out of your fantasy. Does he really want to do this? What's going to happen after? How do you go back to being civil, especially if he sucks? “Auston," you say out of breath, "you don't have to do this. We can just-" You couldn't finish and let out a whimper as he lightly bites the inside of your thigh. "No talking." He flattens his togune against you and licks up.

A moan escapes your lips and your fingers tangle in his hair. “Oh my god, yes." He wraps his arms tighter around your legs as he continues lapping you up. He licks up and down slowly, dragging his tongue over every inch, before dipping inside to tease your clit. He goes around tugging, biting, licking getting lost in the way you taste. "Do you want me to keep going?" He swirls his tongue around your hole.

"Yes," you groan out, before he dives right in, until you are shaking aginst him, "keep going." Two of his fingers replace his tongue and you arch into his mouth. “That's right baby, just tell me what you want." His fingers speed up and you whimper, "i'm close." He pulls out his fingers before slamming them back in curling up just to find the right spot.

"That's it baby," he leans up and takes your nipple in his mouth. Another moan leaves you lips as your orgasm washes over you. Auston slows his fingers down before sliding them out and pops them into his mouth.

Trying to catch you breath, he kisses along your jaw before connecting your lips. "I'll repay you later?" "Don’t worry about it. You asked so nicely. I just had to give you what you want.”One more kiss and he stands back up. Stretching his arms. “We should get going before anyone else comes in." The reality sets in and your body becomes heavy. You snap out of it and shake your head, "Hey Aus-," but you couldn't even get his name out before you heard the back door slam shut.

[greattalyys]

The best ..

[puckthedrama]

All that money Auston got and he still ain’t fix that hairline⁉️Im sick

😭😭😭 crying at this

seriously what is up with these players because all the money they get paid and still can’t bother to buy good skincare? get your hair done? buy a different hat that’s not a yankees hat? buy a different color of your essentials hoodie?

[miracleonice87]

such a cute blurb list!!!! can you do 6 w auston! 😚

Cuddling to keep warm with Auston Matthews

from M’s fall prompt list

a/n: a week late for Halloween but spooky season vibes anyways

warnings: mention of spooky / scary things, mention of true crime

word count: 900

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You did it to yourself. You were the one solely responsible for scaring the hell out of yourself. You knew that.

And yet, you couldn’t stop.

You’d always had a love/hate relationship with scary movies and shows, since you were a kid getting freaked out by The Goonies or ET or the dog scenes in The Sandlot. Even so, you found yourself drawn to all things spooky, still to this day – willing to teeter fearfully on that line between thrill and terror. Ready to indulge your habit even if it meant nightmares for the next three nights.

Auston, on the other hand, stayed as far away from the spooky stuff as possible, and though he always encouraged you to save the scares for either daylight or for when he was there to comfort you, he was also ever willing to come to the rescue when you ignored his warnings, checking every room in the house for intruders before you fell asleep, or sleeping with the bathroom light on, or laying in bed with at least a hand touching your body at all times, or…

The list could go on.

And tonight… tonight was one of those nights where you really wished you had listened to him.

Auston and the Leafs were finishing out the back half of a home and home in Montreal, and, after watching the team win, you had decided to pop some kettle corn, snuggle on the couch with Felix, and throw on a Youtube documentary about the haunted Villisca Ax Murder house in Iowa, one you’d been meaning to watch during the day to avoid any unintended consequences… but watching in the dark, during a thunderstorm no less, just this once couldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong.

You should have known better.

You jumped at every sound the EVP picked up, every bang against the floors of the creaky house… hell, you even jumped when the furnace in your own house kicked on with a quiet click.

So of course, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a pronounced thud coming from right outside your front door just as the power flickered, adding to the uneasiness of the already blustery October night. Felix’s head popped up from its resting place on your hip, and he stared at the door, letting out a single, warning ruff under his breath. You sat up at the next unnerving sound – the jiggling of your front doorknob.

You sunk into the couch as if attempting to disappear, pulling the hood of Auston’s stolen sweatshirt over your head and wrapping your arms around Felix’s body as you buried your face in his scruffy neck, your pulse quickening.

As the key finally turned the lock, the door swung open, and in from the shadowy night walked Auston, though not from his usual entrance through the garage.

“Sorry, babe – the wind is messing with the sensors and I couldn’t get the garage door to open,” he explained simply as he closed and locked the door once more. “And I knocked over the pumpkin on the doorstep trying to let myself in.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, shaking your head as you exhaled with a huff.

“You scared the hell outta me,” you complained, tipping your head back against the couch just in time to welcome the upside-down kiss Auston laid on your lips. He smiled wide.

“Why, you think somebody’s tryin’ to get ya?” he teased, poking you in the sides. Before you could deny it, his eyes flicked to the TV to see what was onscreen. He sighed.

“Well, no wonder. Babe, you have got to stop watching this paranormal investigation bullshit on Youtube,” he asserted, shaking his head and closing the app. “You’re gonna give yourself panic attacks.”

You pursed your lips, admitting to yourself that he was right, though you’d never concede it aloud.

Auston rounded the side of the couch to take a seat next to you, though Felix unabashedly plopped himself right between your thighs, drawing giggles from you both as you shared an amused look at his desperation to be the sole focus of attention. Auston pulled him close, snuggling Felix against his chest.

“Good boy, Felix. Were you protecting Mama?”

“I think homeboy was just as scared as I was,” you mumbled, tangling your fingers in the fur on his hip.

Auston poked his head out from behind Felix’s, giving you a skeptical look.

“I doubt it.”

You narrowed your eyes.

Auston shivered dramatically, still trying to shake the chill that had settled over him outside. He leaned into you, his head settling in the crook of your neck.

“S’freezing out there,” he complained. “Cuddle me.”

“You’re being mean to me,” you pointed out, though you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind anyway. “I shouldn’t share my body heat with you.”

Auston hummed. “Yeah, but who’s gonna be the one to keep the monsters at bay for you now that you’ve once again tortured that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” He turned his head to smirk up at you before settling back against you, kissing your wrist. “So warming me up seems like a pretty nice way to repay me if you ask me.”

You pressed your lips in a tight line, then, with a defeated sigh, reached for your discarded blanket and threw it over his legs and yours.

“‘Kay, fine. You win.”