#★ ⋮ babydaddy!matt

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i need fluff of babydaddy!matt :( what is he doing? how is brat!reader and mazzy?

[saturday, 12:41PM] :

babydaddy!matt and brat!reader are getting some late christmas decorating done with mazzy because they've been so busy up until now. they're just now putting up the tree as they talk to each other about what they're excited for during the holidays... well, mazzy's mostly telling her mom and dad what she's excited for, seeing as her parents are a little annoyed with each other from a previous argument right now, but really, she can't even tell. with both of them smiling at her, speaking so softly, she doesn't even notice the seering glares the two are exchanging. that is, until matt finally speaks up: 'and this year, i'll be convincing your mama to come to grandma and grandpa's dinner with me and your uncles'

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fic flags! 🍪 fluff / 🍦smut / 🍡 angst

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toxic babydaddy! matt hcs - 🍡🍪

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texts w/ bf!chris - 🍪

frat boy chris x bitchy reader - 🍡🍪 (?)

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vampire love - 🍦

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Would bd!matt and brat!reader do an elf on the shelf for mazzy? What's the craziest thing they'd do if they did?

oh forrr sure 😭 i could honestly see the craziest thing they'd do being pretending the elf on the shelf went missing or something on a day they plan to go to matt's house together, but when they get there, nick and chris are standing in the kitchen covered in food (like flour, chocolate syrup, soda, ect.) running to mazzy to tell her about how her elf on the shelf attacked them when they woke up... meanwhile mazzy's just sitting there giggling it brat!reader's arms because her uncles look silly losing a fight against a little elf

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:: babydaddy!matt doesn't like your attitude

"this's what you wanted, huh?" matt spoke through gitted teeth, fingers digging into your hips as his own snapped to meet them, "actin' like a fuckin' prick all day f'some dick."

you whined, practically drooling beneath him. he was practically cradling you as his dick massaged your insides with an intense rigor. "matt-!" your plea came out in a high pitched moan, causing a small grin to tug at matt's pink lips.

he'd only just gotten started with you, but when he felt your walls fluttering around him as you trembled, he knew you were close. "what, baby, can't take it anymore?" he asked in a cocky tone, ego growing with each submissive noise you gave him.

matt got off on the idea of fucking that salty little attitude out of you, tired of you always finding reasons to argue with him. it was always 'mazzy can't do this,' and 'i don't trust that'. all he wanted was for you to stop bitchin' and complainin' all the time— he wanted you to just slobber all over yourself, repeating his name like a prayer.

his hand reached between your bodies, thumb moving to rub tight circles on your clit. you couldn't help the way your grasp on his biceps tightened, your pussy threatening to explode all over him. "matt, gonna- gonna cum," you warned, back arching off his mattress with curled toes.

you'd tried so hard to be good for him, holding off on cumming without his express permission after giving in to the way he handled you and your pissy words what felt like a few moments prior. you just couldn't. you felt your body shake in an almost violent manner, matt not giving up in his relentless pace when he felt you cream around him.

your moans and his groans filled the room (and most likely the house), making the two of you grateful for chris and nick having taken mazzy to the park.

w/c : ? a/n : divider by issysh3ll

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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:: babydaddy!matt has no problem sticking up for brat!reader

matt wasn't the type to get easily riled up—especially not to where he felt the need to get physical about it. he was more the type to talk things out, most would say. and that's exactly why it was such a shock when you made your way towards the commotion in the living room to see matt with a guy under him, fists of fury hammering into the poor dude's face.

for a moment, you contemplated if this was something you even wanted to involve yourself in, given is was your child's father. but when matt's hand continued coming down repeatedly with no sign of stopping any time soon, his opposer barely fighting back at this point, you couldn't find it in him to let him just keep kicking this guy when he was so clearly down.

giving a harsh tug on matt's plain black t-shit, you pulled him off like he were a misbehaving dog. his head snapped back to see who had grabbed him, brows unfurrowing the moment he came face to face with you.

his breathing was ragged, waiting for you to berate him as the people surrounding you two scrambled to stop the guy who was once lying on yhe dloor from standing up. to his surprise, you pulled him along with an annoyed grunt, slipping out of the party amidst the chaos of the fight. "where're we going?" matt asked, only to be ignored as he followed behind you until you guys were far from the house.

"i knew this was a stupid idea," you finally muttered, letting go of his wrist to turn and look up at him as you two stood in front of his car. your eyes, scanned his face, maneuvering your head to get a good look at any injuries he may have.

matt's mouth opened, wanting to explain. he knew you didn't want to hear it. "m'not hurt," he replied simply, shaking his head as his eyes finally met yours.

you clicked your tongue, giving him a deep sigh as your eyes rolled for what already felt like the millionth time tonight. "what's your problem?" you asked, addressing the big fat elephant standing right in front of your guys' faces, "forget you're an adult now, hm? have been for almost five years... fighting's how you catch cases, dumbass."

the scoff that left his lips made you want to slap some sense into matt, giving him a look that said, 'are you a fucking idiot?' as you waited for whatever lame excuse he might conjur up. but you should've known better than that. you knew matt had never been the type to go out fighting recklessly, so you should've known something had seriously bothered him. and the fact that something so simple had slipped your mind made his reasoning all the more shocking. "kid was talking shit," he answered, eyes averting to look anywhere but you, one hand coming up to rest on his hip as if he were embarrassed to admit it.

again, you weren't paying enough attention. "yeah? what, he said your fancy little carharts weren't cool enough or something? so you had to go and risk literal jail time?" you insulted, growing increasingly more annoyed with each passing second, "i mean, seriously, i don't know what i'd do if that guy chooses to press charges—you better hope nobody recorded that."

matt looked at you with a softness to his eyes, feeling his chest tightening a bit at your words; for a moment, those last few sentences made it feel like you needed him. of course, he knew in the back of his mind that you were thinking of mazzy, but he'd like to remain at least the slightest bit delusional in the moment. "come on," he scoffed again, "it was about you... the guy was talkin' shit 'bout you. was i supposed to jus' let him?"

the confession made your breath hitch a little, head pulling back and brows furrowing in a mild confusion. then, you came back to your senses, the attitude rising within you apparent on your features. "what'd he say?" you asked with a quick work of your neck.

"s'nothing important." matt was quick to brush you off, a certain coldness washing over him.

"really? then why'd you fight about it," you pressed on, a brow raising as if to tell him you simply didn't believe him.

he shook his head, mouth openining and closing as matt thought of an excuse. he couldn't – or, moreover, he didn't want to lie to you. "jus' spewin' some bullshit about you, like, bein' overly difficult... said you rejected him an' shit earlier. i guess he was upset about it," he answered, realizing he may have overreacted a bit now that he was explaining it out loud.

"that's all?"

matt shot you a confused look, shrugging a bit. "yeah—i mean, i also saw him tryin' t'grab on you earlier, so..." even that that wasn't really all, truthfully. it was the way the guy was so persistent, eager to start some sort of smear campaign against you between all of his friends. his lack of regard for matt as he badmouthed you, knowing what matt was to you. what you meant to matt.

you were quick to push past him, another annoyed grunt as you shoulder checked him. "just let him talk next time," you mumbled through gritted teeth, "that's not your battle."

matt turned and watched you walk away, in utter disbelief that this was how he was getting treated for standing up for you. of course it was his battle. who else was going to fight it? you? absolutely not. that guy got what was coming to him, saying whatever so carelessly.

"stay if you want," you called back, head turning to look at him, "m'gonna stop by your house to pick up mazzy from chris and nick."

w/c : 971 taglist : @mattsturnswife, @br1annax, @x0x0bunny, @m4ttsmunch, @mattsnumberonehoe, @k4yd1, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @sturnstar169, @bxtchboy69, @strnilolover, @little-miss-shay, @sweetobservationface requested by anon.

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☆ introducing... babydaddy!matt

you were woken up by your loud ringtone and the sound of knocking at your front door, both growing increasingly more impatient. with a groggy stupor, you slid out of your bed, careful not to wake the toddler fast asleep beside you. it wasn't a long walk from your bedroom to your front door in the small apartment you and your daughter lived in, giving you barely enough time to fully wake when you opened the door to feel the sun hit your eyes. you hissed, just hardly able to make out your child's father standing in your doorway with some bags in hand.

"i brought breakfast," matt explained simply, holding up what you were now able to tell were mcdonalds bags, "ya' weren't up? it's almost ten."

your small groan in response only made matt chuckle, pushing past you like he belonged in your home without a care in the world. "so, let me guess, she's still asleep too?" he then asked, turning to look at you shutting and locking your front door.

with a small frown at the way he'd already began to make himself comfortable at your dining table, you nodded apprehensively, crossing your arms to watch him rustle in the bags of food. "she wouldn't go to bed in her own bed last night either, so i had to bring her into mine... she's always a hassle to put to sleep,' you explained, clearly exhausted.

matt's small grin remained on his face as he placed some of the fast food he'd ordered in deliberate spots on the table. "weird, she always falls asleep quickly with me— snug as a little bug," he said, the last words much softer than the ones previously before his eyes flicked up to meet yours, "y'know, she could always start spending the night at my house sometimes." his tone made it seem like this were a new suggestion, as if he hadn't been saying that almost every time he'd come over.

only an exasperated roll of your eyes and the bags he'd brought were empty, placed in three spots - two on one side, and one on the other. "she's not staying there, matt. i already told you, a few hours is enough, then she needs to come home to me." even with how tired you were of always being the one taking care of her, you weren't willing to negotiate on this. you didn't want her staying places without you, and that was final.

he gave you another chuckle, this time a bit bitter as he shook his head. "i just don't see how else you're supposed to relieve all your stress," he replied, calm and collected as he could be as he made his way into your bedroom.

"I could think of a few," you quipped, laughing at your own joke.

matt huffed, choosing to ignore your comment and only grumble an incoherent "don't do that shit to me," so he could wake up his sleeping beauty - mazzy. cooing and caressing her soft baby face, he eased her awake before he lifted her out of the warm blankets her small body practically drowned in. he bounced her on his hip as she mumbled in her half-awake state, causing him to whisper things like 'it's okay, daddy's here," and 'how's my pretty girl?' before he walked to the door frame with her.

the sight of her face lit up as she began speaking softly in response to her father was enough to melt your heart, watching the two interact as he carried her all the way to her spot in front of some mcdonald's hotcakes. your features softened as he buckled her into her highchair, gentle in ways you'd never seen him be to anyone else with your guys' daughter.

he looked great in that plain white t-shirt, tattoos covering his arm, bent over to cut up the pancakes for his (your guys') child. his key fab dangled from his jeans, swaying with each movement. you couldn't help but feel your heart begin to beat a little, trying not to admire the way his curly, shiny brunette tufts of hair would shift on his head whenever he'd speak in such an adorable tone.

"it's times like these where i start to wonder why we ever broke up," you said mindlessly, not even expecting him to catch his words with how intensely focused he was on mazzy.

of course, to your dismay, matt's eyes instantly flicked up to meet yours once again, this time a bit of an unreadable darkness to them. "mhm... i can think of a few."

w/c : 767

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early morning sex with babydaddy!matt after he “accidentally” ended up in your bed last night 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

:: brat!reader often wakes up to babydaddy!matt in her bed

arms slithered around you as you were coaxed out of your sleepy state, the sound of someone whispering in your ear with desperation and something hard pressing against your butt causing you to let out a confused groan. you were still tired from last night's activities, body a bit achy and sore.

that's when you heard a small whimper from behind you, causing your head to turn and your eyes to meet his. matt practically pouted, drinking in your beauty in your half-asleep state. "baby i need you," he rasped, practically grinding his bulge against your ass.

"m'tired..." you whispered, struggling to keep your heavy lids lifted as you yawned.

a small smile tugged at matt's plump lips, flipping the you both over gently so he was now hoovering over you. "lemme do the work then," he insisted, hand moving to lift the big t-shirt you'd fallen asleep in, exposing your bare pussy to him. he was just happy you'd decided you were too tired to put all your clothes back on last night, making it easier on him now.

your hand caught his wrist, head shaking slowly. "sore," you started, feeling the light cramping around your entrance, "and mazzy's in the next room."

matt chuckled, admiring how straightforward you were with him. his hand pulled back from you, moving to stroke himself for even just the slightest bit of relief. "we'll try something else then, yeah?" he asked, positioning his length abover your folds before looking to you for approval, "this okay?"

with a hesitant nod, your eyes closed, trusting that matt would never do anything to hurt you. he was ecstatic, rubbing his leaking tip along your wet folds to tease you (and him, really) almost immediately. a soft whimper escaped your lips when his cockhead ran over your puffy clit, causing matt's soft grin to widen.

your eyes remained closed, leaving matt in full control. "keep it quiet, m'kay?" he ordered in a sweet tone, moving his dick meticulously to spread your folds. he hoovered his thumb over his long shaft, keeping it in place as he began thrusting between your folds. when your eyes opened again and your jaw went slack at the newfound friction against your sensitive nerves, matt nee he was at least doing something right for you. "yeah— yeahh, s'kinda new, huh? y'like it?"

instantly, you nodded, unable to deny the immense pleasure washing over you at such a simple action. it was embarrassing, really, for both of you; the way you guys found such satisfaction without even barely doing anything. matt felt his orgasm coming on already, grunts escaping his lips with each slow stroke between your sopping folds.

it was like the soreness surrounding your cunt has completely disappeared, and suddenly you felt the urge to beg matt to fuck you... the right way. this was great, yeah, but you needed more. you needed to feel him deep inside you. your mouth opened to tell him just that—

"mommy," you heard a whine from the other room. matt immediately stopped with a small sigh, too afraid to continue on at the thought of ignoring mazzy and risking her hearing.

"let me fuck you later... please," matt whispered as he hopped off of you, immediately searching your room for his clothes.

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w/c : ?

a/n : i changed the ask a little to make it slightly more interesting imo, and sorry that this's a bit rushed :( i don't have much time to write rn but i wanted to answer this for you. divider by @issysh3ll

taglist : @chrissexygf @mattsnumberonehoe @m4ttsmunch @submattenthusiast @k4yd1 @strnilolover @bxtchboy69

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Baby daddy Matt and you sleeping in you bed after fucking all night and your daughter comes to your room and says “why is daddy here?” So confused to why Matt is sleeping next to you 🤨

you were spent, groaning when you heard your daughter calling for you in the room over. your legs and throat were sore, and the exhaustion from the lack of sleep was hitting you hard as you lifted an arm off of you and dragged your ass into mazzy's room.

"mommy," she whined, looking up at you with pleading eyes as you leaned over her crib and reached for her. a content smile grew on her small face as soon as you picked her up, short arms reaching to wrap as far around you as they could.

you gave her a warm, tired smile in return, bouncing her on your hip a little bit before you practically stumbled out of her bedroom. "still tired?" you asked, hoping to say yes as you waited to decide whether you should make your way into the kitchen a few feet away, or back to your bed.

mazzy nodded, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn. unintentionally, you let out a breath of relief, reaching to rub her little arm in response—the few hours of sleep you did get last night only allowed you to do so much right now. you continued on into your bedroom, coming to a quick halt when you heard your daughter let out a small gasp. "what? you okay?" you asked her, a bit of worry in your tone as you stood at the edge of your bed, trying to read her expression.

she jumped out of your arms without warning, making you panic for only a quick moment before seeing her land on the bed with a laugh, hurrying over to the lump under the covers on one side of it. "daddy!" she exclaimed, stopping before her dad to smack the back of his head.

matt groaned, turning over under your covers. "what?" he grumbled in an annoyed tone, eyes still closed as he now faced both you and his little girl.

"matthew," you warned, a brow raising at the agitation in his voice, "it's mazzy..."

with that, one of his eyes popped open, catching a glimpse of his daughter's excited expression. "oh..." he mumbled in response, a smile now beginning to grow on his face as his other eye opened. "g'morning princess," he started, an arm slithering out from your comforter to cup your daughter's small head, fingers entangling themselves in her soft curls, "lookin' so pretty, hm? just like your mama."

mazzy's smile widened, her little teeth poking out from between her lips as she giggled at her father's endearing words, batting her cute little eyelashes. "daddy, how'd you get here?" she then asked, eyes wide with wonder.

"daddy drove, silly."

she giggled again. "why are you here then?" she asked, a bit of confusion now apparent in her voice.

matt's eyes flicked up to meet yours, giving mazzy a small 'um' as he tried to think up an excuse. she gave him no time to answer, the confusion in her tone spreading across her face now. "you're in mommy's bed too... you have your own house, silly!" the skepticism in her voice quickly turned light as she joked with her dad.

both you and matt chuckled along with the small girl, honestly just glad she was too happy that she'd woken up to her dad there to continue on with the awkward questions.

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omg can you make like a really short angst blurb with babydaddy!matt and read , it could be anything you want! only if you'd like!!

:: brat!reader swears babydaddy!matt will never see her again

"no matt, fuck, just get out," you whisper-yelled in utter annoyance, careful not to raise your voice in front of your child, who was watching tv obliviously on the couch, as you ushered matt out of your front door. he just couldn't take a hint, practically pleading with you to let him stay—let him see his child.

"but mazzy-" he started, only to be cut off by you attempting to close the door on him, to which he pushed to keep open for as long as possible.

your brows furrowed in anger, a scoff louder than intended coming from your throat. "it's always 'mazzy', matt. that's your excuse. i'm sick of it," you spat out bitterly, words incoherent to the toddler a few feet away, who was now looking back at the two of you.

as you rambled on about how you never wanted to see him again, claiming both you and mazzy would be totally fine without him, matt's eyes flicked over towards the innocent girl, watching you angrily gesture at her father with wide eyes and eyelashes that batted at him. a wave of guilt washed over him, and he felt that not-so-familiar lump begin to form in his throat. the hurtful words you whispered in his ear seemed to fade in his mind, and all he could think about was keeping his daughter happy.

the more you said, the more he began to realize you held the power here. he knew he couldn't let whatever harsh emotions you had towards him keep him from seeing his only true joy in life. so he did what any man would to, and he cried.

you paused when you saw tears begin falling down matt's cheeks, the silence deafening as you began to wonder if you'd taken it too far. it was rare that matt cried, but it made sense that he'd cry over your threats of never letting him see his daughter again. "p- please," he finally spoke up, clearing his throat, trying his best to stop the tears from falling and further embarrassing him, "you have to understand, i- baby, i never meant for it to be like this."

there was another silence, save for the sniffles coming from matt. that's when mazzy stands up, her wobbly baby legs making it hard for her to make it across the living room very quickly. but once she did, she was quick to grab your legs from behind, startling you and causing your head to snap down in her direction with a small gasp. she looked up at you, then her dad, "daddy..." she whined, soft little 'princess voice', as matt would tell her, piercing though the tension, "hungry."

it was like your demeanor had completely changed, letting go of the door and crouching to pick up her little body with a well put together smile, "aww, mazzy baby's hungry, hm?" you cooed, pinching her belly softly as you began to cradle her in your arms.

mazzy nodded, another small whine leaving her cute little lips. you looked at matt for a moment, mulling over the options in your head. for a moment, there was a glimmer of hope, almost certain the way she'd whined for her dad was enough to convince you that she, in face, did need him.

that only led to a door in his face, the sound of you locking it echoing within his skull. hear could hear more cooing from the other side of it, unable to make out words as he just... stood there. it was your fault, really - the argument. but again, you held the power.

w/c : 603 a/n : i don't write angst very often, so sorry if this's absolute garbage lmaoo, i honestly didn't expect people to love bd!matt this much

-love, your grandma cvnty☆!

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babydaddy!matt's reaction if brat!reader tells him that the person she's seeing is meeting mazzy soon...

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(from cherry anon - i wanna do this cherry 'banner' to show its me !)

so cute, love the banner !

matt smiled as he picked his daughter up off of the couch, tossing her up in the air as the two giggled in excitement. he held her against him, white shirt and carhart jeans dirty. "you look all pretty," he spoke in such a sweet tone to mazzy, hand coming up to toy with the light blue ribbon tied in bows in her hair, "y'guys goin' somewhere?"

as mazzy shook her head, the sound of your heals stopped behind matt, causing him to turn both him and your child to look at you. "matt?" you called for him in a confused tone, head tilting slightly as you stood in your hallway a few feet away, "what're you doing here?"

there was a moment of silence as matt gavr you a one over, eyes narrowing a bit at the extra put together outfit you had on. he looked back to mazzy, clearing his throat as he observed the rest of her clothing. "uh— got off work a little early today," he stated simply, shifting in his spot as his eyes met yours again, "thought i'd come take mazzy out of your hands for s bit." he then lifted up the spare key between his fingers, showing you how he got in.

"oh-!" you chriped awkwardly, taking a few steps to get close enough to grab for mazzy, "mm-mm, we're okay."

pulling mazzy from his arms, matt gave you a look of disbelief. "w– no, what's going on?" he asked, suspicion laced in his voice.

"i'm gonna meet daniel!" mazzy exclaimed excitedly without warning, throwing her arms up as you kept her from falling.

matt's head immediately snapped towards his happy daughter, utter bewilderment spread across his face. "daniel?" he echoed in question, a bit of annoyance rising within him. matt knew who daniel was—the cock blocker; the reason you'd been ignoring all his attempts to get back in bed with you. but did mazzy know who daniel was? he was sure not... he was certain you hadn't told the poor girl anything. and yet, here you were, trying to bring him around her.

you instantly noticed matt's shift in demeanor, giving him an exasperated sigh. "don't look at me like that," you warned, rolling your eyes as you walked past him with a feigned nonchalance that only served to further get on his nerves.

matt turned with you, his eyes following you in the nice dress you'd put on... all for daniel. he bit the inside of his cheek, nodding as the annoyance only grew on his face with each passing second. "but you didn't think to tell me?"

"no, matthew," you answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, turning on the tv for mazzy after you'd gently placed her on the couch to watch, "and that is exactly why." your finger pointed at his tapping foot—a habit he acted upon whenever his anger was building.

his eyes glanced down as his foot, the repeated motion immediately stopping as he threw out his hands. "i mean, yeah, i'm pissed," he replied, his voice the slightest bit reasoning, "but come on, don't i have a say? she's our child, and you want to bring some random dude you've barely been seeing five months around."

you were quick to shake your head, adamant that, no, he didn't have a say. "exactly. listen to yourself, five months," you quipped, face twisting as if he were some idiot in your face.

"which is, like, barely any time... almost six years of us, in case you forgot."

"oh please," you rolled your eyes once again, "we both know this isn't just about mazzy. do you not get it, matt? move on. like i did."

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how did babydaddy!matt and reader met? + how did he treat while she was pregnant? (i bet he was super attentive and with her🥹)

they met in highschool ! basically in sophomore year, but they started really talking and hanging out senior year. matt asked reader out mid-year and they started dating. reader was a cheerleader and matt played lacrosse, so reader even convinced the coaches to start letting the team perform routines for the lacrosse boys.

when reader got pregnant (two years later, when they were both 19), the two were obviously shocked, but they made the most of it. of course, matt was nervous about becoming a dad, but no one could ever tell because of how sweet and attentive he was with her. he'd go to all the appointments with her, help her in and out of the car/up and down stairs, run her warm baths when she was stressed, and even rub her feet after a long day—even before she was all big and swollen. he also would do that cute thing where he'd press the side of his face into her pregnant belly and speak to mazzy through it.

reader broke it off with matt towards the end of her pregnancy, but even then, he continued taking care of her, despite having to fully move back in with his brothers. years later, he's an exceptionally devoted dad, and would never let whatever confusing relationship he has with reader get in the way of taking care of his child.

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babydaddy!matt pretending to be “shocked” when you find out you’re pregnant again even tho he told you he pulled out (he never does) and bro is just eating that shit up cause you’re in DISBELIEF 😭

i'm changing this slightly cs lying to someone about where you finish is non-tolerable to me, sorry !

matt's eyes followed your hand as you set the test on the counter beside you, eyes flicking up to meet your expression of pure shock. you genuinely just couldn't believe you'd let this happen again. you knew messing around with your other child's father was messy, but you never thought it'd lead you here.

"jeez," he said , unsure of what to say— what could he even say about this? you were pregnant, simple as that.

your eyes caught his, scoffing at the one word response. "just 'jeez', nothing else?" you asked, tone a bit bitter towards the man in front of you. it wasn't his fault, really, you were being reckless.

his face twisted a bit, looking down at you as you stayed seated on your toilet, the early morning sun making his blue eyes glowing a lighter shade. "i mean, shit baby, what else did you expect? we fuck, i nut in you, and then we go back to hating each other. at least once a week," he replied in a sort of whisper-yell as to not wake up the sleeping toddler in the room over, "or at least you go back to hating me."

"matt," you warned, head tilting in disdain.

matt didn't care. "i even tell you m'gonna fuck a baby into you, like, every time," he points out, tired of you always trying to dodge accountability, "and, fuck, it's always 'do it'... 'need a baby, matt,' all that shit."

your face dropped - he was right. it's like it was bound to happen. "i just didn't think..."

"what, thought i wouldn't do it?" he shook his head, arms crossing as his gaze fell on the positive pregnancy test once more, "i really am a man of my word, i guess."

you knew your friend was right when she told you to get back on that stupid pill.

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brat!reader has been superr overwhelmed with work and taking care of Mazzy and starts crying in the middle of sex with bd!matt bc she lwk wants him back bc she knows that parenting Mazzy would be so much easier with him by her side and js misses his presence but she’ll never admit it (ps i literally love this series so much🤍)

thank youu, i love you !

matt's hips snapped to meet yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. he couldn't get enough of the way you quietly whimpered beneath him in the night, finding it hard to stay quiet as his movements sped up. your tits bounced just the way he liked, a sense of euphoria washing over him as he grunted.

you, on the other hand, were on the verge. no, not of release, though you really wish you were. you felt tears welling up in your eyes, still unable to stop the soft pants that left your mouth as matt's tip abused your g-spot.

his arms wrapped around you, practically cradling your frame as you felt his weight slowly sinking on top of you. the way his head dipped to nuzzle in your neck sent you over the edge.

there was an almost instant pause of his hips when matt heard sniffles coming from you beside his ear, lifting himself off of you in a panic. the concern that washed over him made it so that he didn't even care about the way the pleasure that was building up inside him was gone just as quick as it came.

"baby?" he asked when he was met with tears streaming down your face, "are you okay? was i too rou-"

"no, m'fine," you cut him off. of course he wasn't. he sped up, yeah, but he wasn't rough—not tonight, anyway.

matt tried to pull out, only for you to catch his half-hard length in your hand. "jus- just keep going," you tired to assure him, unable to stop the tears from falling. matt wasn't having it.

he shook his head, hands reaching to grab your waist. "don't be like that. you're still crying," he replied, lifing you off your matress and flipping the two of you over so you were now straddling him, still naked, "tell me what's wrong, baby, i'll make it better."

your heart began to pound a bit in your chest at his words, feeling your face flush under his gaze as he looked up at you. "i said m'fine," you stifled out, but again, matt wasn't having it. he remained silent, as if urging you to tell him the truth without words. "just... y'know, stressed. so," you finally caved a bit, only to feel yourself shifting on him, reaching to grab his dick again. you were about to tell him that since you were stressed, this was how he could help you, but he knew you too well. he knew something else was up.

again, he stopped your movements, grip on your hips tightening to keep you in place. "yeah... and what else?" he asked, blue eyes wide with question when you finally made eye contact with him.

the way his lashes unintentionally batted made you feel... angry. what was his problem? you said you were fine. he was gonna get what he wanted, sex, so why did he care? "matt, just drop it," you quipped biterly, finding yourself lifting off of him — with a small struggle, of couse.

matt's eyes followed you as you got off your bed and walked away with angered grunts, naked form making its way towards your bathroom. he began thinking maybe really didn't know you like he thought, and that hurt him. but he didn't even know how much this hurt you.

you knew you messed up with him, and it was slowly starting to eat at you; thinking you lost the best person in your life right now.

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babydaddy!matt who goes to pick up his daughter on a friday night because you’re going out and he starts giving you shit about your outfit

“y’really going out in that? might as well have nothing on sweetheart”

“wasn’t that dress on my floor the other night” he says with a big grin on his face

waitt yess, he'd also do like anything in his power to try and convince you to stay home instead or at least change the dress so no one else gets to see you all prettied up but him

"come on, don't get so upset, m'jus sayin' you're gonna get cold in that... only helping"

he'd hold up mazzy, forcing you to look into her sweet little innocent eyes. "look at her, she needs you to stay with us, yeah? she'd be tellin' you not to go too if she wasn't so busy clingin' t'me," all while giving you a cocky smirk

and if you did cave and end up staying with your daughter and her dad instead, he'd be quick to eat you out on the couch with his hand covering your mouth as soon as you two put mazzy to sleep.

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is there some cute moments between babydaddy!matt and brat!reader? before she gets pregnant, during pregnancy or after🥹

i had the worst week of my life and i need some comfort tbh.... i feel im gonna go insane

☆ before brat!reader got pregant—matt would constantly talk about having kids, asking her questions he thought were mostly silly at the time, like 'would you prefer a boy or girl?' or, 'what you think they'd look like?'. he'd say nothing more than some hypothetical 'what if questions'

as matt sat behind brat, hands kneeding at a knot in her back, he leaned down, placing a supple kiss on the crook of her neck. his heart melted when she giggled, lifting her shoulders and leaning her head to one side to hide the area as if it tickled.

he then let out a long breath, a look of endearment spreading across his face as he stared at the back of her head. "baby..." he finally spoke up, clearing his throat when her head turned so she could meet his longing gaze, "do you... even want to have kids with me?"

her eyes widened slightly, a bit of surprise at her question. yeah, she knew he loved to make jokes about having babies, but somehow, she didn't expect him to get so serious about it—so randomly, at that.

still, she didn't hesitate to nod, finding herself chuckling as her eyes closed, beginning to imagine what a life would be like as a mother, matt by her side. "r- wait, really?" he asked, tone laced with both excitement and disbelief.

"i mean, who else would i have a kid with?"

☆ during brat!reader's pregnancy—matt loved holding her belly to take the weight off her back.

he stood behind her in the kitchen, arms cradling her swollen stomach as she let out loud sighs of relief. his eyes softened when she leaned her head back, allowing it to rest on his shoulder as the tension on her forhead seemed to almost immediately dissipate.

sure, matt didn't look the strongest, and truthfully, maybe he wasn't the strongest, but when he saw his girl carrying his baby, feeling light as a feather when he'd lift their baggage ever so gently, he couldn't help but feel like he could stand there for hours. he knew he'd do anything to make her as comfortable as possible, even if that meant standing in that kitchen until his limbs ached.

☆ after brat!reader's pregnancy—matt never hesitated to tuck her into bed at night.

after long days of taking care of their newborn, matt knew brat was the most tired she'd ever been in her life, sitting idly on her couch when he'd see her come out of mazzy's room, staggering through the door not far from it. his eyes would stay trained on his phone, opting to peek at her through his peripheral so she could make it to her room in peace.

he watched her flop on her bed, just barely hitting the target as she groaned. she didn't even bother to lay her head on the pillow, almost immediately falling to sleep as soon as she felt the warmth of her soft mattress beneath her.

matt's eyes lifted, waiting for a few moments as he watched for signs of consciousness before he rose from his spot. he tiptoed past the baby's room, creeping into brat's as he felt his heartbeat quickening;this was the most peaceful he'd seen her since before the pregnancy. her chest rose and fell with soft breaths, pink lips slightly parted as his blue eyes scanned her.

he felt like a creep, in all honestly, sighing as he turned his head in search for a blanket, which she'd forgotten in all her tiredness. lifting the fuzzy pink blanket at the edge of her bed, he laid it out over her, leaning down to tuck some parts under her body slowly.

though he was well-aware that if she woke up right now, she'd be pissed that he was in her room, he couldn't help but feel the need to take care of her. with that, he was fully prepared to do this as many times as he needed, wanting her to get as many comfortable hours of sleep as possible.

and he'd take care of mazzy if she woke up in the night, like he had been for the past few days. then, he'd leave for work early in the morning, allowing brat to have her time with the baby before he'd come back at night and do it all again...

sorry if this's rushed, normally i'd make a whole post about this and tag you in it, but since you were having a bad week, i wanted to get this put asap :)

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bd!Matt keeping condoms in his glovebox so that he and bratty!Reader can have sex right after dropping off Mazzy with her uncles.

you two barely waited til mazzy and matt's brothers had made their way back into the house before hands started lingering, surprised matt was able to drive to an empty parking garage nearby with the way you toyed with him through his pants. he was quick to pull you over the center console, pushing his seat back so you could straddle him comfortably.

both of you felt like teenagers in the car so you didn't get caught by your parents, giggling and nipping at each others skin as touches lingered. without much thought, your pants were draped over the gas pedal, and matt's length was free beneath your sopping cunt, the giggles dying down as he looked up at you with such palpable desire.

just as he felt you beginning to lower yourself onto him, hands on your hips and a hiss when he felt your heat ghosting over his sensitive tip. then, he stopped you, tensing up in a manner that made your brows furrow and your head tilt. "what's wrong?"

"condoms," he answered simply, sitting up as much as he could beneath you so his finger could point at the glove box in front of his passenger seat, "could you, uh... grab one?"

you nodded instantly, turning to reach over and open the hinges of his glove box, pulling out a small black and gold box labeled 'magnum: large size condoms'. you couldn't help the small giggle that escaped your lips when you turned back to hand him the box, not even bothering to close the door as you looked down at him again.

his face had flushed, eyes averting so he could open the box with small, embarrassed huffs. "so.. you're keeping those in here now?" you spoke up, teasing him a bit as he opened the gold foil to roll the rubber over his erect length.

"better safe than sorry, right?" he then asked, hands going back to your hips. at your unimpressed look, he rolled his eyes playfully, tugging you down, "whatever baby, i wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary." with that, you sank down onto his length, long breaths coming from both of you at the satisfying pleasure.