#and ALL i could think of every time matty goode was on screen

[zombeesknees]

#he's a stone cold unblinking nostril-flaring reptile boy #like he probably lives in a terrarium with a heatlamp REPTILE BOY #he's so off the chain off-putting it comes right around to amazing for me again #I'm like ant man's daughter with that creepy bear: 'he's so ugly!! i love him!' #i didn't really care for the book and abandoned the series but like whatever matthew good is doing here has my blessing #the absolute hair-tossing vein-pulsing madman #run and be free in your tweedy unblinking lip-pursing wine-sipping world of wryly arched eyebrows #also i've yet to seen an outfit on diana that i don't immediately covet #it's a collared shirt festival and notched collar coat party #i'm literally getting distracted tagging this looking at the textures on both their sleeves in the close up #i mean wrist-kissing is sacred weirdo art and I appreciate it also tbh

[mattybsgroupie]

sleepover | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); thigh riding (f); p in v; creampie; mommy kink; sub!matt

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notes: i wrote two dom!matt fics in a row i do not recognize myself. back to the sub!matt agenda, somebody has got to do it, i am the chosen one!!! (please it’s a trump meme) this is a silly little one i wrote cuz i’ve been dreaming some weird things these last few days and i’d very much like to fuck matt afterwards. not proofread but hope you enjoy it. always so thankful for every like, comment, reblog and follow, love y’all sm ♡ btw next week i might post a chris request i got idkkk

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i woke up out of breath, sweat dripping from my forehead as i tried to calm down. it was a nightmare - a terrible one, where i no longer had matt and no matter how much i’d scream, my voice wouldn’t come out. my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up the ceiling and part of my room. it was 3am.

i reached for the nightstand, first taking a sip of water and then grabbing my cellphone, checking my notifications. i had one missed call from matt and two other messages, which only read “babe, you up?”

i felt as the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders, my chest gradually lowering as i got more relaxed. i smiled and speed dialed the first number on my list.

“why are you awake!” matt picked up in a surprised tone, not really waiting for my answer. “i just texted you, did you feel it coming or something?” he giggled.

“hi, babe” i said, my voice still shaky. “i just woke up, actually”

“what happened?” matt asked me once again, clearly concerned as he heard how i sounded. i gulped and gave a few taps on my chest as i rested my back on the headboard. “what is it, hm? bad dream?”

“uhum” i nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. he knew i’d soon be curled up between the sheets, trying to fall asleep again. “what about you babe? can't sleep?” i asked, already knowing the response.

matt sighed and i could picture him running his fingers through his hair, trying to not upset me “anxious”.

“i’m sorry to hear that, matty” i pouted from the other side of the screen. “do you wanna facetime?” i suggested what we had done plenty of times. we’d be facing each other, talking nonsense until one of us fall asleep - of course, when things didn’t take a turn to either matt’s or my own horniness.

“actually… was thinking about coming over” i smiled, but he couldn’t see it. he always made me feel like a teenage girl, changing the reason of my nervousness to something silly, like him coming over.

“no way, you’re not getting the road right now” i said, playing hard to get.

“what?” matt sounded confused. “why not?!”

“it’s late and i worry about you” i responded. “don’t you have something schedule for tomorrow?”

“i don’t give a fuck” matt said, “i wanna be with you right now, do you wanna be with me?” i nodded and as if he could see me from there, he continued. “please, mommy?”

“i’m waiting!” i jokingly hang up on him after gasping by the nickname, as if it was too bold of him to call me that.

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i heard three knocks on my bedroom door and didn’t bother getting up. i rolled myself on the bed, waiting for him to join me.

“did i take too long?” matt asked, biggest smile on his face. he locked the door and quickly came next to me, lying down by my side.

“yeah, you know mommy doesn’t like to wait” matt widened his eyes, gulping at my words, realizing what he had done over the phone.

“i just said that so you could let me come over” he said, acting tough as he rolled his eyes before resting his head above my chest, snuggling into me.

“oh, that’s too bad” i pouted, my fingers running through his hair. “you got me all worked up…”

matt quickly raised his head, blue eyes staring at me in surprise, grin growing on his face. “did i? really?”

“of course, my good boy always gets me going” i teased, matt’s cheeks turning red. “why? you came here to sleep?”

“i mean” he started, grabbing my waist, turning my body over and changing our positions. he was now under me, his hands resting on my hips while i adjusted myself in order to get comfortable on his lap. “not anymore”.

matt leaned in for a kiss, holding the back of my head and bringing us closer. i could feel his beard slightly tickling my face as he deepened the pressure of his lips against mine, silently asking to go further by sticking his tongue and teasing me. i opened my mouth and matt’s tongue quickly slid in, the wet sounds taking over my darkened room.

one of matt's hand moved to my breasts, massaging it over the shirt. i gasped for the sudden contact, pulling away from the kiss, which led him to go to my neck instead. he trailed his lips down, altering between biting and licking my skin. my hands went to his hair once again, tangling my fingers on his curls.

matt lowered his head and stopped right above my nipple before looking at me with needy puppy eyes. i nodded vigorously, but instead of removing my shirt, matt hid his face underneath it, streching the cloth in order to fit inside. i felt his wet tongue teasing my nub and since i could no longer pull his hair, i rested my hands on his bare thighs. as matt started to swril his tongue, i threw my head back and couldn't help but start to move my hips forward, trying to get some friction to my already wet pussy.

i let out a moan when his free went to my other boob, his thumb circling the hardened nub that poked through the shirt. i wanted to look at him - wanted to see how his beard looked like rubbing against my skin, which color the hickeys he left would be, how much would the saliva run down my torso.

with my eyes closed and feeling matt sucking my tits, i tried to touch the hem of my shirt in order to remove it, i couldn't stand one more second without looking at his eyes again - however, my palm met something harder, covered by a soft fabric. i groped his shaft and received a muffled moan from matt, still busy in my tits. now with my eyes open i could finally take my clothes off, revealing matt with his messy hair, beard wet from rubbing his face against his own kisses, lips swollen.

“look at me baby” i called and carressed his cheek, “you said you wanted to sleepover and now look at you, already a mess for mommy...”

“i'm s-sorry, mommy” he started, “can't help it, you taste so good”.

“yeah? did you miss me?” i teased, starting to drag myself over his thigh once again. “we saw each other two days ago”

“it's too much” matt complained, hands going to my hips, helping me set a proper pace. “needy again”, he glanced at tent on his shorts, where my palm rested.

“is mommy's baby needy?” i almost mocked him and he nodded pathetically, but still not letting me take full control as he started to pump his legs' muscles, making my pussy clench. i opened my mouth, but nothing came out of it. matt's grip tighetned and he forced my body down, completely leading my movements.

“mommy seems needy as well” matt spoke, smashing his lips against mine. i let out a frustrated whine, wanting to feel more - i needed him inside of me. “aren't you?”

“yes- fuck” i said, trying to come back to my senses regain control of the situation “babe, be a good boy for me hm?"”

when i finally stroked matt's boner, his hands rapdly went to my ass, both palms groping it harshly as i entered inside his pants. i wrapped my fingers around his aching cock, and being the good boy he was, matt lifted up his hips, allowing me to pull down his shorts and reveal his hardened dick. he touched my waistband in response, silently asking if he could do the same to me. i mimicked his moves, letting the fabric slide down my legs.

“thought i had told you to not wear panties to bed” he said, pulling the strings of my underwear. “isn't mommy supposed to be good as well?” matt was driving me crazy with all the teasing.

i suddenly started to move my fist up and down, quickly jerking him off. matt was used with me starting slow and building up his excitement until he climaxed. but tonight, it didn't seem like he wanted to be treated kindly. matt threw his head back and closed his eyes, groaning loudly “f-fuck!”

i brushed my thumb over his tip, matt’s body immediately reacting, jointing his hips forward into my fist. i dragged my finger on his slit as matt’s nails dig into my skin, spreading the pre-cum down his shaft. his breathing got heavier, chest rising and falling quickly while he bit every inch of skin he could reach.

“not talking back anymore?” i asked, gradually stopping my motions, receiving a groan in response.

“mommy, don’t be mean” he pleaded as his sneaky fingers made their way to my entrance, pulling my panties to the side. he kissed my neck, making my eyes roll as i melted into his touch.

“matthew” i caught his attention since i didn’t really use his full name often. “stopping teasing so fucking much and just fucking say it”. he widened his eyes before letting the grin grow wide on his face.

“please, please, please” he said, “ride me, momma”i immediately got out of his thigh, adjusting myself to be in between his legs. i could feel matt’s cock being lazily dragged against my now bare pussy, panties removed as soon as i got up.

i lowered myself on his shaft, nearing my throbbing cunt to his leaking tip. both of my hands went to matt’s shoulders, looking for balance as his grabbed my hips, helping me fully sit on his length. matt’s dick was huge, stretching my walls as he hid his face on the crook of my neck, tickling beard making me giggle as i tried to adjust myself to his size.

“wasn’t so hard, was it?” i asked, getting comfortable to move my hips up. as i started riding, matt wouldn’t say a word, only muffling moans in my ear. he denied with his head, whining as i fastened my pace.

“c-close” he said, gripping tighter. “mommy- fuck”

“hold for me baby” i spoke, already out of breath, bouncing harder on his dick. matt decided to stick his face on my boobs and dragged his tongue along my skin, biting my nipple and holding me by my waist, jointing his hips forward in order to reach his high quicker.

“yes baby, just like that” i praised, matt now pounding mindlessly into me. “good boy, good boy” and that’s what took for him to snap, groaning loudly as his cock twitched and he released the knot on his lower belly, spurts of his warm cum filling my insides.

his spasms brought me closer to the edge, but i wouldn’t stop riding him. i kept on bouncing on his cock, now in search of my own climax. “mommy- mommy, fuck!” matt cried from the overstimulation. his whimpers got louder and so did my moans as my orgasm washed over me, mouth hanging open with my trembling body as i came over matt’s shaft.

i was too tired to remove myself, letting my weight fall over him. matt rolled us over, both of us laying in my bed. he turned to the side and pulled out, the mix of our realeases running down my legs and staining my sheets. matt let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his chest.

“should we sleep now?” i asked, running my fingers through his tummy.

“kid” he called, pointing to my bedroom widow. “the sun is already up” he spoke - as if this was gonna stop us from sleeping till noon. “but that’s why i came here, right? sleepover”

“of course, you’re always so clever” i rolled my eyes and giggled, allowing my body to relax next to his. i closed my eyes and knew that, while matt was around, the bad dreams would no longer come.

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[chris-slut]

OR NAH

pairing; dom!matt x sub!reader

summary; you’ve been needy all night. matt’s been on the game all day and it’s pissing you off. all you want is for him to eat you out— so you do everything to get his attention.

! reader x 3rd person p.o.v !

!warnings!; SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), pet names (good girl, ma, baby, pretty girl, slut), no p in v, praising, daddy kink?

authors note; writing this instead of doing what i need to do. 😭 also, i’m not using “y/n” so every story will have a made up name! also— does anyone wanna be tagged?

THE WAY matt’s fingers move around on his controller and gripped onto the desk every time he died fucking killed me. i would do absolutely anything to have those fingers inside of me right now.

i move around in the bed, trying to grind against everything while his veiny fingers move around. of course his teasing ass wears no shirt so every time he gets mad his slutty back muscles tense up.

i feel myself get wetter and wetter every time he curses out, picturing his head between my thighs while my hand is roaming around his hair. god i can’t focus on anything else.

* 3RD PERSON *

MATT’S HANDS roam around on his controller, slamming his hands against the desk every time he dies. he peaks over to look at his girlfriend, naomi, noticing her lips swollen from biting them. he smirks to himself as he watches her from the dark part of his screen.

she stares at his fingers, imaging the dirtiest shit she could ever thing of. his hand wrapped around her throat, his fingers inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit. fuck she feels like a slut thinking of this but she can’t help it. it’s been weeks since she’s had her boyfriends head between her thighs.

“baby, you okay?” matt smirks as he looks over at the girl, her biting her lip and nodding. he shakes his head at her and turns his chair so his gaze is going from his game to her eyes, “words ma,” matt teases as she bites her lip once more. “mhm!” naomi mumbles out.

matt’s eyes shift down to where she’s sitting, noticing the wet spot on his bed she’s trying to cover. he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, getting up from his chair. naomi’s eyes widen as she see’s matt inch closer.

“what- what are you doing matt-“ naomi mutters out as matt climbs on top of her, placing gentle kissing down her jawline to the middle of her throat. the girls breathe hitches as he gets closer to her lips. he places a teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth— then the other side— and then right above her top lip.

matt leans away from her, noticing the cherry color now plastered on her cheeks. “stop teasing matt— please,” naomi begs as she looks at him through her eyebrows. that’s matt’s only weakness which causes him to dip his head down and place a hard kiss against her lips, his hands coming up to wrap around her throat perfectly.

“want your tongue in me so bad matty— all i want!” naomi pants out, breaking away from the kiss as matt’s hands leave her throat— a slight bruise replacing it. “you want me to eat you out? you wanna be my little slut huh?” matt growls out and she bites her lip, nodding quickly as many times as she can.

“can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me, you think that’s possible pretty girl?” matt tells her as he places sloppy kisses down to the line of her shorts, leaving a little hickey just above her waist line. “mhm— yes daddy,” naomi moans out which causes matt to let out a small groan. “fuck baby,” matt replies to her.

he removes her shorts with his teeth, sliding her panties off while at it. naomi whimpers as the cold air hits her clit, matt smirking at the noise. “what did i say? keep fucking quiet.” he tells her as he places wet sloppy kisses down the insides of her thighs.

naomi’s hands quickly reach and fall into matt’s brown hair, him letting her grab and do whatever she wants with it knowing she’ll do it anyway. matt grabs her legs and places them on her shoulder. “gonna eat you out,” he whispers as he places a kiss right on her clit.

a whimper passses her mouth from the teasing manner, wanting more and more. he swipes his tongue up her folds and down once, taking in all the juice’s she let out from watching his hands move around while playing his game. he rubs her thighs up and down as he places another wet kiss right onto her clit, practically making out with it. her hips buck as she grinds against his face— him nuzzling his mouth into it more.

“s-shit, DADDY!” she moans out as he sticks his tongue into her, grabbing her ass enough to leave a handprint. he flicks it up and down as fast as he can, sending her straight to heaven. “so good for me baby, look at you,” matt tells her as she bites her lips, trying her hardest to suppress her moans and whimpers.

matt’s stub on his face rubs against her thighs and pussy, making her let out a louder moan then necessary. “what did i fucking say? stay quiet you slut,” matt tells her as his hand shoots up and slams over her mouth to keep her as quiet as he can. which doesn’t work that well.

as he sucks on her, naomi’s legs begin to shake, signaling she’s close to cumming. matt takes note of this as he fastens his pace, eating her out like his life depends on it. he moves his head to stimulate her with the stub on his face— knowing the littlest shit sends her over the roof. “fuck daddy- so close. let me cum please!” naomi groans out as matt nods against her clit, letting her know she can cum. “cum baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he tells her which makes her slowly release on his tongue— a little getting on his face as well.

naomi’s legs begin to calm down as she lets her juices squirt onto matt, him swallowing everything that comes out and licking his face clean. “such a good girl, took my tongue so well,” matt praises as he places one last kiss on her cheek. “go get cleaned up, i’ll be in bed soon okay?” he tells her, the quietest “okay” coming from her lips.

[amsznn]

2,000 MILES TO NONE⋆⭒˚.⋆

part 1 — part 2 here

in which you surprise your bf matt in L.A.

A/N: TYSM for all the love on my last post, def did not expect it but im glad you guys enjoyed the hc’s! chris and nick versions coming soon!

warnings: none, just fluff.

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“hey guys.” you softly spoke into the camera while swinging your legs off the side of your bed. “today’s vlog is gonna be a bit different since im going to be visiting matt in L.A.”

ever since your boyfriend had moved to L.A. to pursue his growing career, your life back at home has felt empty. matt usually visits frequently, but this time was different. you had been apart for close to 4 months. so you took it upon yourself to plan a surprise visit with his brother, nick’s help.

“only nick knows since im pretty sure chris would tell matt by now.” you laugh while placing the camera down on your vanity. “but yeah, im gonna go get ready, call an uber to the airport, then see you guys there!” you waved at the camera before shutting it off and making your way to your bathroom.

while doing your skincare, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous about seeing your boyfriend. sure you guys call often and facetime almost every night, but nothing can compare to his actual presence near you.

you’re snapped out of your daze when you hear your phone vibrating on the counter beside you. you go to reach for it and see the screen lit up with the contact name “matty b 💌.” you answered the call and was met with your boyfriend’s raspy morning voice.

“good morning love.”

“hey baby, how’d you sleep?” you asked while turning the sink on to remove the left over serum on your hand. you could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone before matt answered, “good, but i miss you.”

you smiled with the knowledge of your little secret, but tried to sound just as upset too. “i miss you too, any plans for today?”

“yeah, i think i’m going out with chris today, just not sure where. what about you?” matt asked, secretly wishing he could just stay on the phone with you forever, or even better, be with you.

“im going out with a couple of friends today so i may not be able to talk much, i have to get ready now actually.” you lied coming up with an excuse as to why you wouldn’t be answering and instead be on a plane ride right to him.

“oh okay, well call me before you go to bed. love you, baby.”

“love you more.” you hung up the call and made your way to the shower so you wouldn’t miss your flight.

after all your side quests, you finally made it to the airport. about an hour passed before you finally heard your gate number be called for departure. you quickly sent nick a text before boarding the plane. before you left the house you made sure to shut off your location sharing with matt (which he was definitely suspicious about), but paid no mind to it now since your whole body was erupting with anticipation.

finally,

you would see him.

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you double checked your seat to see if you left anything behind before making your way out of the plane.

upon opening your phone while waiting for your luggage, you saw plenty of text messages and notifications. some left by matt, and some left by nick. nick was letting you know the coast would be clear at their house for two hours since matt and chris went out which was perfect. you click out of nick’s messages, but not before sending him a quick text about being on your way. you didn’t bother looking at matt’s messages since you were going to see him anyways.

“hey guys, i am now in california.” you said making sure to vlog the experience. “i’m waiting for the uber now, pretty sure i’ll be at the triplets house in half an hour?”

while explaining further details, your uber pulled up and you ended the segment of your vlog there. in a matter of time, you would be in your boyfriend’s grasp.

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“nick hurry, im outside!” you spoke into the phone, scanning the area for matt’s car just in case he decided to come home early. your camera was out making sure to get the footage for your viewers.

you could hear shuffling behind the door before it revealed your best friend, nick. “y/n, seriously i missed you so much.” nick said while embracing you in a hug before you could even get into the house. besides missing your boyfriend, you also missed nick and chris deeply. the three of you had formed such a tight friendship that it was hard to see them all leave.

“i missed you more nick.” you smiled, tears threatening to drop, but you refused, you could cry later. “say hi to the vlog.” you said while facing the camera towards nick. he smiled before greeting your viewers while bringing your luggage into his room.

“okay so matt and chris should be here in like 15 minutes, so im thinking you hide in here until further notice.” nick explained and you complied. you both took this time to catch up on everything you’ve missed while being apart, and including some funny footage into your vlog. before you knew it, you could hear the jingling of matt’s key’s before the front door opened. nick brought his finger to his lips and whispered, “come out whenever you’re ready.” before leaving his room to go greet his brothers.

you stood behind the door with your camera recording and facing you. a smile painted your face as you could hear matt’s voice faintly. “have you guys heard from y/n?” he asked his brothers.

“no, why?” nick asked trying to sound normal. “she said she was going out with her friends, then turned her location off. weird right?” matt explained before heading to the fridge to grab a soda.

“super weird.” nick agreed. then chris chimed in saying, “i ‘dunno, last thing she sent me was a fucking deer tiktok.”

matt took a sip of his soda before saying, “i just hope she’s alright.”

upon hearing this, you looked at your camera frowning at the thought of worrying your boyfriend for this long. you thought this was the best moment, so you quietly opened nick’s door and slowly made your way down the stairs.

luckily for you, matt was faced away from you, but chris’ jaw immediately fell open. you quickly made the ‘shush’ motion with your hand but it was too late since matt noticed his brother’s expression before turning his head around.

you smiled while standing at the foot of the stairs before saying, “surprise.”

matt quickly dropped his soda and made his way over to you before engulfing you in the biggest hug ever. his head found it’s way to the crook of your neck, with his arms swirling tightly around your waist. you gestured for chris to grab the camera before you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck.

it wasn’t long until your shoulder was soaked with matt’s tears, and his soaked with yours. you laughed at the realization of finally being in his arms. the security you felt upon being in matt’s arms could compare to no other. being apart for so long only made your love for each other stronger as you both strived to wait it out until you’d finally reunite again.

to finally be with your person.

“i missed you so much, so so much.” matt croaked into your neck, not ready to let you out of his grasp, feeling as if you’ll be back in boston if he did. you smiled before wiping your tears with your free hand.

“i missed you more.”

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A/N: yall should i do a part two of this with y/n in L.A.? lmk, and leave some requests for me to write!

[whimsicalpolitical]

Empty gold - Matty Healy

fwb x matty

continuation of this

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, alcohol, vomit, handjob, smoking,

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The hum of the hotel air conditioner drones in the background, a constant reminder of the sterile luxury surrounding you. Matty Healy lounges on the king-sized bed, intently focused on his Nintendo Switch. The soft glow from the screen illuminates his features, casting shadows that dance across his face with every flick of his fingers.

You lie beside him, propped up on one elbow, watching him play. Your thoughts are miles away, oscillating between the upcoming gig and the knot of unease in your stomach. The ticking clock on the nightstand tells you that you have just under two hours before you need to leave.

"Matty," you begin, your voice hesitant. He doesn't look up, but you know he's listening. "What will the other boys think if I always come to the gigs?"

He pauses the game and turns to face you, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "You think they don’t already know we’re shagging?"

You bite your lip, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I mean, we’ve been pretty discreet..."

"Discreet? Love, they’re not daft. They’ve known from the start."

Your heart skips a beat. You always assumed you had kept things under wraps. But of course, they would know. They are like family, and families have a way of sensing things.

"And they don’t mind?" you ask, your voice softer now, vulnerability peeking through.

Matty shifts closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Love. Why would they mind? We’ve all been friends before and just because we’re havin‘ a bit of fun doesn’t mean they don’t like you anymore.“

He continues, “they really could not care less. And I’m sure they’ve got their own girl problems to deal with.”

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. His reassurance, the warmth in his eyes, makes you believe it. The boys have always been important to you and you sure as hell don’t want to fuck it up.

"So," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye, “you excited for the gig, then?"

“Yeah of course, but it’s not my first, remember.”

At his first gig you came to be there for him, being Matty’s best friend for years you wanted to support him and the boys.

"I remember," he says, picking up his Switch again, but not before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Now let me finish this level and then we can get into anything you would like to do.”

“Oh?” You ask with a grin, obviously not having pure thoughts.

“Can’t you multitask?” You ask, resting your hand on his lower leg which is sliding upwards but in a torturously slow pace.

“I have to get this level, babe, have to win against George.” You roll your eyes, your hand on his upper thigh rubbing circles against his jeans.

“So you better concentrate and don’t get distracted.”

Matty laughs and glances at you quickly before his eyes drop to the little screen. “And your what? Gonna jerk me off?”

You giggle and nod before moving your hand to his crotch. “Yeah, you want that?”

“Fuck f’course.”

You’re shoving one hand down the front of Matty’s jeans. “Jesus. Doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” You tease and begin to move more deliberately.

Matty sucks in a quick breath and exhales, “don’t act like you’re not drenching your underwear right now.”

“Fuck off.”

You observe Matty, a smile tugging on his lips but his breathing going a bit faster than a couple of minutes ago.

“Lift your hips.” You demand and he obliges.

“Good boy.” You tease, laughing when Matty stares at you like he’s going to kill you. You don’t fail to notice the blush creeping up his neck though.

“Piss off with that.”

You pull his jeans and boxers off, sliding the fabric down his legs but not completely off. You continue by settling down onto his thigh.

He’s not fully hard yet but when your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, pumping your fist a few times, he’s letting out the groan that had settled in his throat.

"Shit." his voice quivering, "keep goin.”

You tut, “be nice, matty.”

“Sorry, love.” he groans, “please keep going.”

You hum and of course you do as he says, loving his breaths and groans too much to just wait. Your fingers move to his tip trying to collect as much pre-cum as possible to get him wetter.

When you’ve spread his cum around you start to move your fist again, up and down his shaft. Too slow. Matty bucks his hips to gain more but you hold his hips down.

“Why so impatient?”

“Babe, you’re joking,” his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over your fist. “Fuck, just go faster.”

“Are you winning?”

“What?”

“Your game, Matty. Are you winning?”

Your fist starts to move faster and he looks so divine that the pressure of his thigh is starting to get you soaked.

“S-second place.”

You lean forward against his ear, “keep going then, don’t lose now.”

Your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. He can’t keep the device straight, he won’t win like this and you both know it. Not that it matters. Not while you're touching him.

"Is this good?" you ask, breath tickling against his ear.

Matty nods rapidly, "good.. so good," fingers twisting around the switch as his eyes flutter closed. "fuck," he gasps, the switch slipping from his hand onto the bed when your thumb circles the tip of his dick again. An otherworldly feeling he feels just with you.

"Yeah?" you grit, continuing to stroke him.

One hand of Matty holds onto your while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. Your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.

"Oh- christ ," matty wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.

Your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.

His throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man could've made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.

Matty’s going crazy for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.

"i'm gonna cum," he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.

You don't respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. An iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.

"Fuckin’ hell," Matty mewls, bursting all over your hand,

"Shit, darling," your eyes darken, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what you've achieved.

You smile and lower your head to his wet chest and thighs. You begin to lick his skin, changing from soft licks to soft bites as matty squirms over you.

“Taste good?” He asks and you nod, cleaning him up completely.

You kiss him again when you’re done, slipping him your tongue to show him how he tastes and he groans. The both of you grin into the kiss.

“M’ so glad I’ve brought you with me.” His hand finds your ass to playfully hit it one time. “Was fuckin’ worth losing against George.”

“I would hope so.”

“Course, babe.” He smiles, “let’s get dressed then.”

-

The hallway is dimly lit, a quiet hum of activity vibrating through the walls as the crowd outside buzzes with anticipation. You lean against the cool, textured surface, trying to catch your breath. The distant thrum of bass seeps through the floor, a steady reminder that Matty’s concert is about to start.

But then he's there, a flash of dark curls and an easy smirk as he strides down the hall. He spots you immediately, his eyes lighting up with something between mischief and desire. Without a word, he grabs your hand, pulling you toward him with that familiar urgency.

Your back hits the wall as his lips crash onto yours, and suddenly, nothing else matters. His hands are everywhere—one tangling in your hair, the other pressing into the small of your back, drawing you closer. You respond in kind, gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him as close as you can. The kiss is hungry, heated, a collision of need and want that you've both been holding back since this morning.

His breath is hot against your skin as he breaks away, just enough to murmur your name, low and rough, before capturing your lips again. The world narrows down to just this���the taste of him, the way he moves against you, the faint tremble in his touch that tells you he’s as affected as you are.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know the show will start soon, that someone could walk by any second. But right now, with Matty’s hands on your waist and his mouth devouring yours, the thought seems distant, almost irrelevant.

He pulls back, just slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. His eyes search yours, dark and intense, as if he’s trying to memorize this moment before it slips away. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, mirroring the frantic pace of your own.

“When are you on?” you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, softer this time, but no less demanding. When he pulls away again, his thumb brushes across your cheek, and he gives you that lopsided grin that always makes your heart skip.

“We have 15 minutes,” he murmurs. His gaze lingers on you for just a second longer before he steps back, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Don’t wanna wait,” you admit, “just fuck me.”

“Romantic.” He jokes.

“Like we should be,” you hiss, “we’re fuck buddies.”

It’s not like you don’t want to change that. It feels like you’ve been falling down like autumn leaves but you want to beg him to not let winter come and let your hearts freeze.

“Right.” Something shifted in him, he sounds hurt. But this can’t be.

His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you drop your jaw, allowing your tongues to lazily reunite. One of his hands delicately traces your spine while the other cups your cheek, cradling it harder then usual. You lean your face into the palm of his hand, letting him hold you close.

His hand leave their place to go under your skirt and pull your panties just down your thighs. Then he grips your hand and pulls it to your dripping center.

“Do it yourself then,” he orders, “c’mon, get yourself drenched for me.”

You of course obey and start to slowly rub circles onto your clit.

He opens his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees only to end up fisting his hard cock.

Ironically he pulls a condom out of your cleavage and rips it open with his teeth.

You’re lost in your own pleasure, already thrusting a finger into yourself, you betrayed yourself by letting out a too loud moan.

“Didn’t say you could do that,” Matty shakes his head, “bad girl.”

He’s angling his cock so it lines up with your entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes inside. You watch through heavy lidded eyes as his face goes slack and his brow furrow.

"Yeah, fuck, that's it," he growls when you start to lift your hips as well. He lets his head fall back and groans but tries to pull himself together to watch as the evidence of your arousal smear between you both with each rock of your hips. His hands hold onto your legs.

His mouth reaches your breasts. He starts licking and biting the hardening bud and making you whine. He grins against it, changing the breast to the other one, achieving the same reaction.

"Feel so good," you practically slurr, your mind growing numb as your pleasure builds. He releases your breast with a smack to his lips and his eyes look black when he meets your gaze.

He clenches his jaw before he mutters lowly, "fuckin' take it. C'mon, let me see you work for it."

You take a deep breath and stabilize your palms against his chest before tilting your hips up and dropping them down quickly, over and over in a steady, fast rhythm that had your skin slapping together obscenely in the dingy hallway.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck, what a good girl," he murmurs. You can see the shift in his face now and it fucking thrills you. Gone are the sweet, loving looks and chaste, gentle kisses. Now that his own pleasure is mounting low in his stomach, his cock throbbing and begging for release deep within you, he is growing impatient. He bares his teeth while you keep up your fast, tight pace, eyes flashing up at you hungrily, heat flushing his chest and neck.

"Keep fuckin' yourself on my cock, love," he grits out.

"You think anyone else can ever make you feel like this? Fucks sake," he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper with his last words. It has you tipping your head with a deep moan, your gaze locking onto the ceiling while you continue to ride him as best you can with trembling legs, ignoring the ache everywhere else in your body.

“Matty,” you moan.

And he can feel it. He can feel your legs shake, he can hear your breath stutter and he knows you are growing weak but fuck if you don’t try to push through it just to please him. The mere thought practically short circuits his brain, his senses dulling at the idea of someone as perfect as you. But you’re just fuck buddies as you said.

Everything hurts now and it gets harder to move.

So he decides to help. His hands find their place on your hips, thumbs pressing into the crease of your thighs, and he bucks up into you, each movement paired with a deep grunt that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your fingernails digging into his chest.

You drop one leg, relieve washing over you, the discomfort washing off immediately.

When your body shuddered and your jaw hangs open, a sharp gasp the only sound to leave your lips, he smirked because he knew what would happen next.

Your perfect fucking pussy clenches around him so deliciously, squeezing and relaxing over and over again while each wave of your orgasm rips through you. The sight and feel is unlike anything else, the experience simply incomparable.

He groans loudly and falls forward as he spills inside the condom.

“Christ,” he gasps pulling out of you.

He’s nice and pulls your panties on, kissing your cheek, “have to go on stage now, we’ll see each other later, yeah?”

“Sure.”

He leans down one more time to capture your lips in a kiss before he’s off to fulfill his duties as a rockstar.

-

The whole show you had to watch matty get drunk as fuck, smoke one joint after another, touching his dick on stage and kissing a fan during robbers. Proper kissing. Gripping her hips, pulling her closer and licking her lips as if he didn’t just fuck you an hour ago.

You’re pissed and you don’t even know if you have the right to be.

You thought about your ‘relationship’ a lot these past months and maybe it’s for the better to end it. As fast as possible.

So you wait for him to walk backstage but it’s not walking, he stumbles backstage, holding on to the walls.

“Jesus Matty,” you roll your eyes and grips his arms.

“Hi, darling, don’t you look pretty.”

“Stop. We have to talk, okay?”

“Hmm, talk dirty?”

He tries to touch your waist and pull you on top of him but you push his hands away and walk to the door a few steps away from him.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?”

“Us. Just sex, we have to stop.”

He looks baffled and he stands up almost falling over in the process, “shit,” he mumbles. “If this is about the girl, love, it’s part of our show and-“

“It’s not about the girl, Matty. It was a huge mistake. All of it.”

“But-“ matty tumbles forward and takes your face into his hands, “we were so good. Admit it.”

“Matty-“

“Admit it.”

“Obviously but that doesn’t mean it feels right anymore.”

“Course,” he huffs, “you’re sick of me?”

His hands fall down and he turns his back on you facing the abandoned black couch.

“Fuck,” he half screams making you jump a little.

Matty searches around for something, you don’t know what but it gets clear when he half runs towards a bin. He crouches down and throws up inside, falling to his knees.

“For fucks sake, Matty. How old are you?”

You sit down next to him, your hand instinctively reaching out to rub his back. Matty’s breathing is ragged, and he groans softly between each heave, his face pale and twisted with discomfort. For a moment, you’re unsure of what to say, so you just keep rubbing his back in small circles, hoping it brings him some comfort.

“You’re fine, Matty. Just breathe, okay? You’ll be fine,” you murmur softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite how furious you are.

He retches again, and your hand pauses for a brief moment before resuming its soothing rhythm. Matty’s body shakes with the effort, and then finally, it seems like it’s over. He leans back against the wall, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are glassy, and he looks at you with a mixture of regret and shame.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse and broken.

You shake your head quickly, cutting him off before he can spiral further. “It’s fine.”

You can see the guilt weighing on him, though, and it tugs at your heart. For all his bravado, for all the times he’s seemed invincible, moments like this remind you how human he really is, how fragile.

“You shouldn’t… shouldn’t have to deal with this,” he mutters, slurring slightly.

You let out a small sigh and shake your head again. “Stop that. We’ve been friends for too long, Matty. Just let me help you.”

He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall, as if trying to escape the reality of the situation. But you don’t let him withdraw completely. You reach out, gently turning his face toward you. He resists at first, but eventually, his eyes meet yours.

“I’m taking you home,” you say firmly.

Matty looks at you for a long moment, his expression conflicted, but then he nods weakly. He’s too tired, too drained to argue. You help him up, and he stumbles a bit, leaning heavily on you for support.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” you say softly, guiding him towards the door.

The drive is quiet. Matty’s head lolls against the window, and every now and then, you glance over to check on him. He’s half-asleep, his breathing slow and even, but his hand occasionally twitches as if reaching for something just out of reach. You keep one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the console, close enough to his hand that he could grab it if he wanted to.

When you finally reach his place, you park the car and gently shake him awake. He groans, opening his eyes blearily.

“We’re here,” you say softly. “Can you make it inside?”

He nods but doesn’t move at first. You watch him struggle to find the energy, and after a few seconds, you unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car. You walk over to his side and open the door, offering your hand. He takes it, and you help him out, steadying him as he stumbles slightly.

The walk to his door feels longer than it actually is, but eventually, you’re inside. Matty collapses onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions as if he’s finally allowing himself to let go.

You kneel beside him, pulling off his shoes and tossing them to the side. Then, you grab a blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over him.

“Do you need to throw up again?”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

Matty’s eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a vulnerability that you’re not used to seeing. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

You give him thumbs up, “now sleep, we can talk when you’re sober.”

You turn around to leave but he grips your wrist.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You’re met with a boy whose eyes are tearing up, his lip wobbling.

“What?”

“I’m sorry- fuck,” he groans, one hand rubbing his forehead, “I didn’t want to kiss her. It felt wrong and it wasn’t you and I was mad because you said we’re fuck buddies and we are but I want more.”

“Matty don’t-“

“No, I don’t even know why I didn’t ask you out properly, yeah. I just thought that if I could shag you I already have you. M’ so sorry.”

He takes your hand and leads it to his lips to press his lips to your skin. “Please don’t leave me. Let’s do this right. I’ve always-“

“Don’t, okay?“

Your heart aches at the sight of him like this, so vulnerable, so raw. You’ve seen him put on so many faces—confident, aloof, charming—but this is different. This is Matty stripped down to his core, no defenses, no games. And yet, the doubt still lingers in the back of your mind. What if this is just a drunken confession, something he’ll regret in the morning?

“Matty…” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I want to believe you, I really do. But… what if this isn’t real? What if you don’t feel the same way when you wake up?”

He looks up at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s real. I swear to you, it’s real. I’ve always felt this way, I was just too much of a coward to admit it.”

You want to believe him, but the pain of uncertainty gnaws at you. You’ve been through so much together, and the thought of losing him completely if things go wrong terrifies you.

He sits up, his hand still holding yours as he leans in closer, his eyes searching yours with a desperation that breaks your heart.

“I know I’ve messed up. I know I don’t deserve you, but please… just give me a chance to prove it to you. I’ll do anything.”

“Matty, you’re drunk. I need you to understand that this isn’t something we can just brush off if you change your mind.“

He shakes his head frantically. “I won’t change my mind. I can’t… I’ve been running from this for so long, and I’m done. I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

He leans up and you’re so close to breathing each other’s air but you pull away. “I can’t, not now.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Alright, then let’s talk in the morning, darling. But please don’t leave me?”

You reach out, brushing a tear from his cheek, and give him a small, sad smile. “I won’t.”

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch, and for a moment, you both just sit there in the silence, the weight of what’s unspoken hanging heavy between you. Finally, you settle down next to him and rest your head on his chest. It’s not like you haben cuddled Million times.

“Get some sleep,” you murmur. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

[abiiors]

Lessons in Patience

oh, uh, happy birthday to him and time for me to disappear after posting this...

warnings: minors dni, orgasm denial, she/her pronouns, maybe just a smidge toxic idk, cockwarming??? typos maybe; it is what it is, anyway enjoy...

wc: 4k

the minimalist, modern round clock on the wall ticks by mercilessly slow. 

the office is fully his space, designed to his tastes and likes, and she, the intruder. sure, she’s a very very welcome intruder but an interloper regardless. and there’s not much she can do but peak at her husband over the edge of the book she’s been reading for the past half an hour. or trying to at least. just in the last five minutes, she’s read the same three lines at least seven times. it’s of no use but, the other option is to sit and stare at ross while he works. which is always a good option. except today. 

in his fitted black button-down, that’s tastefully unbuttoned, he looks like the stuff of her fantasies. he has always been, of course, but the way his gold chain peeks out and grazes the hollow of his throat every time he moves, makes her think all kinds of thoughts. his mouth is parted in concentration, pink lips that he occasionally gnaws on, and his thick brows furrow as he intensely stares at whatever’s on the screen. 

and while it’s enough to turn her thoughts extremely filthy, the realisation that he hasn’t been paying her any attention douses cold water on her for the millionth time. 

‘ross,’ she calls out, desperately trying to keep the neediness out of her voice, ‘how much longer?’

he hums distractedly without looking up, ‘need to read this thing before i sign it, my love.’ 

obviously, that’s not the answer she’s looking for. “need to read the thing” can range from anywhere between ten minutes to an hour, and he’s so focused on it too. 

‘baby, take a break!’

he shakes his head minutely, ‘we just had lunch, darling, an hour ago.’

‘yeah, but…’ she trails off because it’s useless. he’s clearly not listening. 

bent over his slick macbook, hand rubbing his face occasionally, he is the utter portrait of focus. her mind wanders to the drawers of his desk where she knows she’ll find the small toy. this is not her first rendezvous here; nor would it be her last. that desk has seen a lot of things; from their first scandalous hookup in a moment of weakness, to multiple quickies when she has come over. there was even that one time when she had knelt between his legs as he tried to focus on a zoom interview. matty had gone on and on with his thoughtful answers till ross eventually muted the thing and tangled his fingers in her hair. she snickers at the sudden sympathy she feels for the inanimate object. not that it makes ross waver even a smidge. if only, he leans closer to the screen. it’d certainly be a shame if she were to be a…distraction. 

because there is always a third option. 

she pushes herself off the plush settee and saunters over to him purposefully. this has been going on for a week now and she’s had enough of it! enough of him coming home by the time she’s just starting her day, enough of him being dead asleep by the time she returns. and this is not to blame him, of course. she knows how busy he can get once they start getting closer to the release date. but she’s had enough of not seeing him for more than a few hours throughout the week. despite them living together. 

a finger trails down the side of his jaw. down his neck too. she makes sure to use her nail, red-painted and sharp, and halts it right over his pulse point. 

‘lunch was two hours ago.’ a pout. an exaggerated one, sure, but it does the job because he chuckles at her restlessness. 

‘fine, two hours ago. that’s still not a long time.’

‘isn’t it?’ now she’s just being petulant. she leans down, lips hovering right over where her finger was just a moment ago and trails them down his neck the same way. he stills. ‘it could be great if you took a quick break…’ 

this she whispers suggestively and leaves the thought half-finished so his brain might try and fill in the gaps. and it works like a charm.

‘oh,’ he breathes softly, his focus now wavering slightly, but he hasn’t set the laptop aside and turned all his attention to her. not yet. 

‘baby…’ he warns but his voice lacks its usual conviction. torn between work and wife, ross fidgets for a second. ‘i only need a little more time…’

‘you’ve said that to me twice already.’ another kiss. this time, she even strokes his bicep and the muscles under his black shirt respond to her touch. 

‘oh you’re impatient, aren’t you?’ he turns to her partially, only looking at her through the corner of his eye but it’s enough. she’s so close to achieving her goal that she can almost taste it. 

taste him. 

‘so what if i am?’

‘i said,’ his voice takes on a commanding tone, ‘wait a little more.’

on any other day, she would have obeyed the tone almost instantly. she likes their little routine where he’s in control, likes riling him up enough that he reminds her of it. not today though. today she has no patience fo it. 

‘and i said,’ she grits out, equally testy and bold, ‘i want your attention.’ 

‘that’s all you want?’ he challenges. 

‘mmm, for now.’ 

cheekily, she sidles up to him to find an in, one opening to slide onto his lap. but with one huge hand on her hip, he holds her firmly in place. 

ross shakes his head, one eyebrow raised in warning, ‘are you in a mood?’

about to protest indignantly, she opens her mouth. instead, a squeal comes out when he sharply tugs her towards him. 

‘are you that desperate for me?’ he asks again when she’s firmly trapped between his thighs. his voice, his whole demeanour has shifted entirely. now the man in front of her is staring at her intently; his pupils so dilated that his eyes look black. and she’s not just trapped physically, no, he also has her hooked on him. because she simply cannot look away even when a flush creeps up her cheeks. 

‘answer me, darling,’ he mocks while his fingers grip her hips even tighter. ‘not going to run your mouth anymore?’

that snaps her back quickly, just as quickly as the wetness pools between her legs. ‘and if i say yes?’ she challenges right back, ‘are you going to do something about it?’

another sudden tug and now she’s landed right in his lap, right where she has been trying to get. her breath leaves her body the minute she feels his bulge press against her crotch. 

‘oh you really are being a brat today, huh.’ fingers grabbing harshly at her chin so he can make her look at him, ‘my little attention whore. you want my cock? will that shut you up?’

she nods as much as his grip allows her to. still, it’s enthusiastic and more than a little desperate. the sound of him unzipping his trousers makes her grind her hips in anticipation. her hands move swiftly, fidgeting to take him out of his trousers and boxers but ross wraps a hand around her wrist. 

the man has saintly patience. and right now it’s a fucking problem. 

‘you only get,’ he speaks slowly, as if to drill each word into her, ‘what i give you. do you understand?’ 

too eager to even protest, she nods quickly but he’s not satisfied. ‘use your words, my love,’ he taunts and slides her underwear to the side, ‘tell me you understand.’

‘i do,’ she whines, ‘i’ll only get what you give me. but please, just—’

she’s cut off quickly by a harsh kiss; teeth biting her lower lip till she gasps. his tongue runs over the spot, soothing and teasing before he slips it inside her mouth. his hands, once again back on her hips, lift her up until she feels the familiar feeling of his tip nudging against her. 

she slowly sinks onto him, adjusting to the delicious thickness of him, stretched out just enough to straddle the boundary between painful and pleasurable. mindnumbing.

his hands hold her down, giving her time to adjust to him she thinks, but…

but when she tries to move, he doesn’t let her.

‘ah ah,’ he tuts, ‘what did i just say? you,’ he kisses the corner of her mouth, ‘will only,’ another kiss, ‘get what i give you.’

and with that he turns around to his laptop once again, completely unfazed by anything. 

flabbergasted would be an understatement.

for a moment, nothing else registers. not the desk digging into her back, not the clacking of his keys, not even his breath on her neck. the only thing she feels is him, thick and hard inside her and the urge to move, to grind against him, to create some friction. the ache between her legs intensifies tenfold. 

‘wha—’

‘you wanted my attention so desperately and now you have it.’ he answers it so nonchalantly that she wonders for one insane moment if she’s imagining him inside her. ‘now are you going to be a good girl let me finish this?’

‘no–’

‘or are you going to complain and whine?’

his interruptions have her seething. this is torture and he’s doing it on purpose; making her keep his dick wet while he continues to ignore her. and acting like the feeling of her tight cunt and her hard breathing doesn’t bother him one bit when she can feel him twitching inside her. 

what had he called her before? a brat? she’ll show him what a brat is. 

with renewed determination, she lifts up her hips, ready to sink down on him again, ready to set the pace but he calls out her name in warning. a sound that sends a million shivers down her spine. 

‘i’m going to give you one last chance.’ his eyes bore into hers, dark and unflinching, ‘be still for me. until i tell you to move. you know what good girls get?’

oh so now he wants to play games. fine then, she’ll indulge him. ‘what?’

he leans closer, mouth right next to her ear, breath hot on her neck, ‘good girls get to cum. you want that don’t you?’

yes, yes she does, very desperately. but she doesn’t like his tone, doesn’t like being denied things after displaying a saintly amount of patience all week.

‘i can make myself cum,’ she huffs. her tone is not nearly as haughty as she wants it to be but haughtiness is not the point of this. this is a trap and she needs him to walk into it. take the bait. 

ross only raises an eyebrow because seemingly, he knows her better than she knows herself at this point. he’s calling her bluff. 

‘no, i’m serious!’ her hand trails down, making sure to graze against his chest on the way. heart beating faster than ever, she smirks at him right as she rests it right above her clit. 

he moves, just the smallest amount, and a jolt of lightning runs through her entire body so fast that she almost falls onto him. she can imagine this, face into the crook of his neck while he lazily fucks into her, slowly and leisurely until she’s had enough of this pace. then he would grab her hips and make her bounce up and down on his cock till she’s limp with pleasure.

all of this if she showed some patience.

but no. 

she wants him now. not twenty, ten, five minutes later. now. 

her finger rests on her clit and she sucks in a sharp breath, about to flip the tables on him. she’s salivating at the idea…oh, how tortured he would look, how angry. he would surely forget all about his work then…

a hand roughly closes around her wrist and yanks it away. her eyes meet his, dark and angry. no, he’s livid. 

‘i warned you, love. didn’t i?’

*****

a buzzing sound fills the room, almost menacing, while she lies splayed on the desk, hands tied together with his belt. a thrill of anticipation shoots down her spine. this is what she’s been waiting for all day, well a much tamer iteration of it but she has no one but herself to blame for it really. she had squealed the second he pulled out of her and cleared the desk with one swoop of his hand. not that there was much on it, to begin with, but watching him “prepare it” was thrilling just the same. plus there’s the knowledge that anyone can hear what’s going on. yes, his office is locked and almost sound-proof but who’s to say they won’t still be interrupted by a knock or a phone call or any other number of factors?

‘look at you…’ he walks towards her now, the tiny bullet vibrating in his hands. her underwear has long been discarded to one side and her dress is now pushed up to her stomach; all of her lower half on display for him. ‘all eager and pathetic.’

it seemed like all her brattiness had paid off, it seemed like a reward…at first. but now the vibrator buzzes closer to her swollen clit, almost touching, almost—

her thoughts are cut off when he abruptly presses it against her. a sharp cry rings out, her legs going taut instantly as she melts into the sensation. he moves it again, down her slit and back up again spreading delicious tingles all over her body. 

‘feels so good…’ she breathes out. three words, that’s as much as she can get out at the moment.

‘does it?’ 

she hums in response, she thinks so anyway because the bullet circles her clit lightly again. the toy rests against her just long enough for her to get used to it before he moves it away. he ups the setting, making her jerk violently. it’s sudden, it’s amazing and she almost doesn’t register that there’s something in his tone.

‘just like that…’ she gasps softly as toy runs over her inner thighs and then against her opening. 

‘just like that, yeah?’ he repeats her words back to her and she gasps out a yes in response. the darker tone lingers, but none of it matters as the familiar knot builds at the base of her spine. a moan as her back arches off the desk, she’s so close, so…

it stops. 

he stops altogether. 

a feeling of annoyance and borderline anger washes over her. ‘why did you stop?!’ 

through her half-open eyes, she can see his arched eyebrows, mouth quirked to one side in amusement. ‘you think you deserve to cum? what did i say to you before hmm?’

She tries to jog her memory while the bullet comes to life once again. 

‘come on, darling,’ he mocks, ‘i haven’t got all day. what did i say before?’

he rests the vibrator on her lower stomach, inching it downward at a snails pace as she tries to come up with an answer, ‘umm, ahh, i don–i don’t remember.’

‘yes you do.’ his finger slides up her slit, collecting her wetness and spreading it on the tip of the bullet. ‘what did i say about getting to cum?’

‘ahh, oh,’ she tries to speak but it turns into breathless garble as soon as the tip nears her clit again. ‘you said—you said good girls get—fuck, ross please!’

‘good girls get what? hmm? go on,’ he asks again and lifts the bullet up and away from her leaving her feeling cold and whiney and much more frustrated than before. the belt digs into her wrists as she struggles against it, not enough to cause any serious harm, but she knows they would be red by now.

‘good girls get to cum,’ she spits out glaring at him with as much anger as she can muster. of course, he’s ready with his next question. 

‘and have you been a good girl?’

the cycle starts again, vibrator purring right above her clit, then moving down mercilessly slow until her thoughts turn to mush and yet she’s somehow expected to form a coherent answer. 

‘have you?’ he asks again, ‘really think about it.’ his thumb joins the vibrator this time, calloused and rough, as he rubs her in tandem. 

‘i can be–i will be, plea–fuck, i promise please.’ a string of incoherent pleas come out of her mouth the harder he goes. her legs shake and spasm, she’s so close again, almost there, almost ready to make a mess on the table but ross has other plans.

he tuts and takes away her pleasure once again. 

‘you can be, i know you can,’ he walks to her side, looking down at her now and parts her lips with the thumb that was on her clit a moment ago. ‘but have you been good today?’

thumb pushed in her mouth, she glares once again. tears form at her lower lashline but she won’t let them fall. instead, she flicks her tongue around his thumb in a silent plea. 

she can be a good girl for him, she really can. 

he laughs darkly and walks away again only to stand right between her legs. she imagines what she must look like to him from this angle. legs spread wide apart and her swollen cunt on display, her thighs must probably be a mess from her wetness. hands tied together above her head. and that he’s clearly enjoying as he eyes her hungrily. 

the fire burns hot and hungry, ready to incinerate anything in its wake. her body burns with it; feverish and writing as she tries to grind on his face. his hands dig into her thighs keeping her still in place. she has no agency in this; she is only his plaything. what had she said before? she can make herself cum? well of course he had taken that as a challenge. because now, desperate as she is, nothing would make her let go until he says so. 

and he won’t say it until he’s done having his fun. 

‘so fucking sweet,’ he hums against her, ‘almost want to let you cum now so i can taste you…’

she’s sure she nods at that. yes, yes, do that. let me. it’s not just for her benefit, it’s for his too. but then he clicks his tongue softly. 

‘but you know what they say about patience…’

she doesn’t. that’s what got her here in the first place. 

his teeth are on her inner thigh, biting and leaving behind a million red marks that his tongue soothes an instant later. but it doesn’t stop there. his tongue is almost as cruel as his teasing. it laps at her, broad strokes and kitten licks, and swirls around her clit till her thighs are clenched around him and shaking, spasming. maybe he’s finally going to let her cum after denying her time and time again. 

‘so close,’ she mumbles in a daze, ‘please i’m going to cum, please.’

‘no you’re not,’ he stops momentarily and her head spins. please not again, not again. the pressure inside her is painful, she feels like she’s about to burst into tiny pieces and yet he has his hand on her stomach, holding her down, holding her together. 

‘hold it,’ he commands and sucks on her clit again. 

‘i can’t–please, ross, i ca–can’t!’ the tears spill over and she doesn’t care about the begging any more. 

‘yes you can,’ he gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘if you don’t hold it…well,’ he looks at his laptop and shrugs casually, ‘i do still have two pages left to read. should i–’

‘no!’ she cries out, holding onto the sobs that threaten to spill. for once she’s grateful for the belt tying her hands together, if it weren’t for that, she would have long since ripped out her hair in frustration. ‘no please, i’ll be good, i’ll be a good girl.’

that makes him smirk. ‘now you want to be a good girl for me? would this have happened if you would have sat still for twenty minutes? hmm?’

she shakes her head vigorously. no, it wouldn’t have. her head lolls to one side, too tired from shaking it and ross laughs. it’s languid and careless, like he really could just walk back to his macbook without a second thought. she could be lying almost spreadeagle on his desk all day and none of it would matter until he’s done. 

‘my pretty baby,’ he coos, fingers trailing up her thigh and resting at the apex, ‘are you going to be a brat again?’

‘no,’ she mumbles and whines out his name again, ‘i–please, ross, please.’ those are the only words she’s capable of saying anyway. everything else has gone hazy and through it all she sees his lazy grin as he lowers his mouth between her legs again. 

‘have you learned your lesson yet?’ spoken so close to her cunt that she feels his gravelly voice shoot straight to her core. she has no idea what she says but it must have satisfied him because his tongue is back on her, so is his thumb. 

somewhere the buzzing starts again or it might just be her ears ringing at this point as she loses herself to the tingling feeling in her body. nothing else matters, only him and pleasing him and being a good girl for him. a jolt goes through her whole body at the touch of the vibrator once again. she can’t take it anymore, not again, not—

‘good,’ he hums, tongue dipped between her folds, ‘you can let go now.’

he doesn’t even finish the sentence before she’s moaning the loudest she has, screaming practically as her thighs clench around his head and the knot inside her breaks. waves after waves after waves of pleasure crashing on her until she’s practically drowning in ecstasy. there’s nothing else but his mouth and his voice. she doesn’t know anymore where they are or what day it is or how long she’s been here. 

all she knows is that she’s trembling and shaking, head lolled to one side. coming down from her high and cold at the absence of his touch. a few minutes later his hands are back on her thighs along with something damp and cold that feels amazing against her skin. every small graze against her clit makes her wince and he apologises softly, first through his words and then by placing small kisses on her head, her shoulder, her hip, whatever’s closest to him. 

‘baby?’ the leather around her wrists loosens and his fingers rub at the red marks as if that would make them go away. maybe they would dissipate a little. 

‘hmm?’

she’s surrounded by his scent now and the feeling of his arms around her. ‘can’t keep your eyes open can you?’

‘mm-hmm.’

‘can’t do much of anything it seems.’ his voice is back to being kind and sweet but there’s also some teasing in it and of course, some smugness. he has just fucked her to within an inch of her life of course…and he didn’t shed a single item of clothing. 

there’s a brief feeling of floating before she feels solid ground again, it’s a lap. ross’s lap. 

‘we’re leaving in ten minutes,’ he tells her. but she’s too far gone to care. 

[liightsout]

the blue - part five

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✯ summary: mattie misses adam while he's gone, danny is there to make her feel better ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: none rlly - pure fluff ✯

✯ now playing: skinny love - bon iver ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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March 2021 

Adam had been gone for about a week now. Pre-season testing had started in Bahrain on the 12th and he would be there until around 15th, coming home for a few days before heading back to the country on the 24th for the start of the first race weekend. 

Mattie was used to Adam being gone for a lot of the year. Even when he was home it seemed that he was always busy with something at the MTC, or heading out to see all the friends he had made on his travels around the world. 

She wasn’t a jealous person. But she did find herself envious of the amount of time everyone else got to spend with her best friend. They had grown up thick as thieves, constantly in one another’s pockets. She now had to settle for sporadic texting and FaceTime calls at strange hours. 

He had sent her a message earlier in the day telling her how well everything was going, followed by a photo of him, Lando and some of the other guys out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. She hated that she immediately noticed the lack of Danny in the photo. 

She hadn’t spoken to Danny since that night in the bar. Their evening had ended after a few more drinks, plenty of banter and as Adam had promised, she was home and tucked up in bed by 11PM. 

The first couple days of Adam being gone had been relatively painless. As a freelance editor she had the luxury of picking how heavy or light she chose her workload to be. She had a habit of throwing herself into her work while Adam was gone. Taking on extra clients to help fill the time and pass the days until he came back home. 

By the 7th day of Adam being gone she had felt the loneliness creeping in. It was moments like this that she had cursed herself for not being more social during her younger years. It wasn’t that she didn’t have other friends, she did, it was just that they all had their own lives. She felt that the only times they would reach out would be when they needed something from her or had seen Adam on the TV at one of the races. 

It was a Wednesday evening and Mattie found herself half way through a bottle of wine, scrolling aimlessly through her Instagram feed. She smiled as she saw a photo posted by Lando. The young Brit praising how good the new car was for this season. She double tapped the photo and continued scrolling. 

Her fingers stopped as she saw a post from Daniel. It wasn’t even a photo of him. Just the same as Lando had, he’d posted a photo of the car. But why did she feel like her heart was beating out of her chest? She shook her head and double tapped the photo. 

It was only a minute later that she saw the notification appear on her screen. 

danielricciardo sent you a message 

Mattie stared at her phone screen. She felt like a teenager again. She could feel her heartbeat racing and palms growing sweaty. This stupid crush was not going away any time soon, she feared. 

danielricciardo: hello stranger, i see you’re creeping on my instagram again! 

Mattie huffed out a laugh. Of course he would say that. 

mattieryan: ha ha you’re funny! i wasn’t creeping. i just came across the post on my feed. don’t flatter yourself so much, your head will grow too big! 

She hoped he didn’t mind her jibe. She didn’t want him to think she was being rude. She hated that she over thought her every action when it came to Danny. Her worries stopped when her phone vibrated, indicating he had replied almost immediately. 

danielricciardo: you wound me mattie girl! but you might have a point there 

danielricciardo: anyway, how are you? 

Her mind went back to that night in the bar. Danny being so adamant that she knew that he considered them to be friends. This is what friends did; chat, ask each other how they are. This was normal. She could be friends with Daniel Ricciardo. 

mattieryan: yeah i’m alright thanks! currently on the sofa, drinking wine and deciding what to watch on netflix. how are you? testing going ok? 

danielricciardo: cute! yeah not too bad, still getting to grips with the car a bit, but we’ll get there! i’m just in the hotel now, also deciding what to watch on netflix. any ideas? 

mattieryan: you’ll get there, i’m sure of it :) as for what to watch, i’m settling on the office, it’s my comfort show lol 

danielricciardo: great choice! what episode are we watching? 

mattieryan: i’m on season 5, episode 27, cafe disco! it’s one of my favs. 

danielricciardo: i’ll put it on now. second question, why do you need comforting? everything alright? 

She hoped he didn’t pick up on that. She wasn’t sure how honest she should be. She sighed, contemplating her reply. They were friends right? 

mattieryan: didn’t realise you’d caught that, haha. i’m okay, it just gets a bit lonely at home sometimes when adam is gone. i would message him, but i know he’s out with Lando tonight so didn’t want to bother him. 

mattieryan: seriously, i’m fine though! i promise, it’s not that deep, i’ve just had half a bottle of wine and i’m in my feelings, haha. 

Mattie locked her phone and placed it delicately in her lap. She attempted to divert her attention by focusing on the TV screen in front of her. She found herself laughing as she watched the characters of her favourite show dancing round the screen. 

danielricciardo: i’m more than just a pretty face ya know? that’s perfectly valid. it must suck that he’s gone so much. but i also know for a fact that if you text him and told him how you were feeling he would drop everything to call you. 

danielricciardo: but if you’re not going to message him, you’ll have to put up with me bothering you instead :) 

mattieryan: you’re not bothering me danny, but thanks for being so sweet 

danielricciardo: careful sweetheart, you’ll make my head grow bigger! 

danielricciardo: we never got to finish our game of twenty questions. 

danielricciardo: what’s your favourite flower? 

Mattie found herself messaging Danny until the small hours of the morning. By the time she had finally caved and fallen asleep she felt that she knew the Aussie enough to feel confident calling him a friend. 

They had spoken about anything and everything. 

Danny had learnt that her favourite flowers were daisies and that she loved to fill her flat with them any chance she got. He also now knew her favourite film was Romeo + Juliet, but that she loved Tangled. 

He knew that she preferred autumn and spring to the summer heat or bitter cold. She told him she liked it cool enough to wear a jacket, but sunny enough she could wear sunglasses and not feel silly. 

She’d never been to Australia, but always wanted to go. He told her he would show her one day. 

Mattie had learnt that Danny was an uncle and that he loved kids. He told her all about his ranch in Perth and how he loved to ride quad bikes around the land. He had sheep and horses on the ranch and how he savoured going back home any chance he got. 

Mattie now knew how deep his love of music ran. How he had a playlist for every scenario and that he loved finding new bands and musicians that he had never heard of before. 

He adored that she hadn’t asked him once about Formula 1 or that whole part of his life. She wanted to know about him. Danny. Not Daniel Ricciardo, driver for Mclaren. 

Mattie couldn’t believe that he was interested. He wanted to know more about her. She felt seen, a feeling she hadn’t felt for a long time. 

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Mattie woke up the next morning, rubbing at her face, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light now pouring through her bedroom window. She definitely had forgotten to set her alarm last night. She checked the alarm clock next to her bed, 9:05AM. 

Time to get up. 

She went about the start of her day as usual. She showered, dressed and made herself a coffee before the clock had hit 10AM. Sitting down on one of the barstools by the kitchen counter she pulled out her laptop and began her working day. 

A couple hours passed and she had successfully responded to every email in her inbox, and started to read the latest draft of a novel sent to her by one of her clients. She was just getting into a new chapter when she heard her intercom buzz. Confused, she stood up and walked over to the control panel by the front door. 

“Hello” she spoke into the microphone, waiting for a response. 

“Hiya! I have a delivery for Mattie Ryan? Can you buzz me up?” a female voice came through the speaker. 

She pressed the enter button as she searched her brain, trying to remember what she had ordered. Coming up empty, she concluded that it was probably a delivery for Adam but that he had put her name down, knowing he’d be out of the country when it would arrive. 

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. 

She opened the door gingerly and looked at the delivery woman standing in front of her. 

“Delivery for Mattie Ryan? Don’t worry, you don’t need to sign, hope you have a lovely day” the woman spoke as she handed the biggest bouquet of daisies to Mattie. 

Mattie looked at the flowers in her hands. Dozens of delicate daisies bound together by brown string, a white card placed on top of them with her name written beautifully in black ink. 

She found herself in a slight trance as she closed the door and walked back into her flat. Placing the flowers down carefully on the worktop she opened the card. 

Hope these make your day a bit brighter - DR x

Mattie’s face broke into the biggest smile. Her cheeks immediately turned a crimson red, a stark contrast to the snowy white daisies that lay before her. 

She quickly pulled out her phone and opened her chat with Danny.  

mattieryan: thank you for my flowers danny, they’re beautiful. 

Without thinking about it too much she snapped a quick photo of herself standing next to the bouquet with a grin on her face. The message turned from delivered to read almost as quickly as she had sent it 

danielricciardo: not as beautiful as you 

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✯ authors note: part five is here babies! i'm not totally in love with this one tbh, but i hope you all enjoy

i've not been able to stop thinking about the vcarb01 all day, it's giving 2017 toro rosso livery in the best way, absolutely beautiful

and danny looked so happy at the launch event it made my heart hurt. and the white racing suits/hugo boss fits..... i'm unwell ✯

[bordysbae]

Can you do one with barzal inspired by sparks fly by t. swift?

“sparks fly”

mathew barzal x reader

wc: 1.2k

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‘my mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea’

“you hooked up with him again? y/n this always happens! you get attached to him and think you’re getting back together, but then he goes and ghosts you. you need to stop seeing him love,” your best friend says, as she strokes your hair comforting you gently.

“i know, i just can’t stop. i miss him too much. it’s like his touch does something to me, it’s like he has me in a chokehold,” you sniffle.

“oh darling, he does have you in a chokehold. you need to realize he’s a bad idea. please don’t go back to him, it hurts me seeing you like this”

‘you touch me once and it’s really something, you find i’m even better than you imagined me to be’

after another night out in the grand city of new york, you find yourself back in the bed of your ex. disappointing both yourself and everyone who knows you. as mat’s fingers gently stroke the baby hairs around the edge your face, you find yourself subconsciously snuggling closer into his warm chest.

“goodnight mat,” you mumble into his warm body.

“night darling,” he drowsily croaks out.

‘i’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, i know it’s no good’

it’s been nearly two weeks since the last time you saw mat, and no contact as always. you decide it’s finally time to listen to those around you, and finally move on. as you’re in the club, you shun away nearly every guy who comes you way. you know they just want you in bed or to make out with you, and that’s not even remotely close to what you want. truthfully you know the only thing you want is mat, everyone knows that.

“y/n you can’t just keep shunning these guys away. you’re missing these opportunities to move on! at least just talk to one, it’ll help you get your mind off of him,” your friend says, gesturing to the guys around you in the club.

“they just want me in bed! i don’t want that,” you shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

“and you think that’s not just what mat wants? stop putting a guard up, these guys aren’t mat. i promise the guys you go home with from the club don’t toy with your emotions the way mat does. you know he’s bad for you, and he knows it too. he takes advantage of the feelings you have for him, so please y/n just talk to someone else here”

her words feel like someone twisted the knife in your heart. you never even realized how bad mat was until now, yet it somehow makes you want him more knowing you can’t have him.

‘and i could wait patiently, but i really wish you would…’

after hearing her words, you subside the pain by drinking. you end up getting so drunk that you end up on your bathroom floor, with mat’s contact fitting the screen of your phone. you drunkenly call him, but he doesn’t answer. so you do the next best thing, leave a drunk voicemail of you crying and drinking even more.

“hi matty. im sorry im sending this, but i need you to know how much i hate you. but god i love you even more. i’m such a mess,” you chuckle, continuing on with your rant, “i can’t keep just seeing you once every blue moon, cause i keep expecting you to text me. i love you too much to be casual, it’s all or nothing. i’m leaving you this message to do whatever you want with. it’s either you call me back and i’m yours, or you keep seeing other girls and lose me. g’night mat,” you say, ending the voicmail.

‘drop everything now meet me in the pouring rain’

you wake up the next morning heavily hungover, and see a missed call from mat. you immediately panic, unaware of the message you left him. the rush of emotions immediately triggers your gag reflex, and you scurry to the bathroom to get rid of the left over alcohol in your system.

once you’re done vomiting, you notice the bottle sitting on the floor, and instantly remember the message you left mat. you groan at your stupidity, and take a shower to clean off the grossness from the club. you then decide to call mat back, since you have nothing better to do. it’s pouring rain outside, meaning you’re stuck indoors until it clears.

pouring rain means the streets of upper manhattan have very few people meandering it, and that’s exactly what you see as you wait for mat to pick up the phone.

“y/n, hi. are you home?” he asks, catching you off guard.

“yes, why? it’s pouring rain where else would i be,” you chuckle nervously.

“i’m coming over, okay?” he says. you can hear him gathering his things, cursing under his breath as he clearly can’t find something he needs.

“what?”

“ah fuck it, forget my keys i’ll just run” he mumbles under his breathe, but you’re unable to understand his words.

“mat what’s going on?”

“i’ll be there in fifteen,” he says before ending the call, leaving you utterly confused. as you pace your apartment, confused on what he could possibly want from you, he knocks on the door of your apartment. you immediately rush to the front door, and notice his soaking wet clothing and hair.

“what the hell?! did you run here?” you ask, immediately turning around to grab a towel. he grabs your arm, pulling you outside in the rain with him.

‘kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain’

“mat what are you-“ you begin to say, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. you freeze for a second, but immediately kiss back as soon as you realize. after a few moments he pulls back, and you look up at him confused.

“i couldn’t wait any longer and i couldn’t find my keys, so i ran. your voicemail, y/n your voicemail killed me inside. i’m so sorry for hurting you, both when i broke up with you, and for going ghost after every hookup. i just couldn’t manage to get attached again. i need you to realize im bad for you,” he pauses, “but here i am, kissing you in the rain after you drunkenly confessed your love for me,” he chuckles, pausing his rant once again.

“i still love you, and that never went away. i was so stupid when i broke up with you, but i was even more stupid to not say no every time you came crawling back. i only went ghost because i was mad at myself for ruining you, not because i was seeing other girls. how else would i know exactly what you like and where you like it? i’ve only been seeing you,” he admits. you remain silent, taking in all of his words.

mat starts speaking again, “did you really mean it? when you said you’re all mine if i just say the word, did you mean it?” he asks. you nod in reply waiting for what words could come out of his mouth.

“so, will you be mine again?” he asks, his hands now in his front pockets.

“of course mathew, is that even a question?” you softly laugh. your response lights up mats eyes, and he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you in closer. your hands find their way around the back of his neck as your lips connect with his.

‘cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile.’

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 3

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: Chapter 3 is finally here!! Thanks for all the support ♥ Please please please let me know what you think, if you have doubts, what are you excited to read, ANYTHING is welcomed :) Have a nice reading!

Warning: swearing, FLUFF, angst, mixed feelings, typos.

Word count: 2.6 k

MASTERLIST

Y/n let out air, she didn’t acknowledge holding, closing Amelia’s room door. Nap time equals a miracle that day. Her daughter was out like a light, and Y/n was thankful for it. Matty and Y/n didn’t get a good amount of sleep the night before. No due to a good reason. Both of them bumped around 2 o’clock in the proximity of Amelia’s room. A loud, strangled noise coming from her little mouth. They tried everything. They tried to rock her back to sleep, but she wasn’t having it. Too scared after a nightmare.

Matty and Y/n took turns holding Amelia, reading stories and hugging her little frame. Even when she stopped crying, sleep was far.

Every bit of attention was on Amelia. It was the first time in a couple of days that Matty didn’t disappear from Y/n’s presence. Amelia’s mother was truly surprised. Matty asked about what they could do next or proposing ideas that came to his mind, nothing far from that.

For Y/n, the reason for his change of mood seems to be about the tracks George had been sending Matty. He had spent long periods inside the homemade studio. Amelia played around him sometimes. Or he was off to the actual studio. Y/n missed his presence from the first week but, at the same time, it was a good thing thinking about the date. It started to make her anxious, and the prospect of having Matty roaming around would have made the situation worse.

She was convinced that Matty was deeply into work. With time, they would fall into the friendship shenanigans again.

Y/n dragged herself downstairs. She was longing for her bed, for some sleep. Her mother/ adult persona thought otherwise. Nap time was usually the time of day she kept up work stuff and also -if it allowed it- she would do laundry or house cleaning.

The prospect of answering emails from her boss dreaded her. Y/n ungraciously fell on a chair around the kitchen table. She opened her computer, the email page loading as slowly as her brain was functioning.

Matty folded his arms, watching her from the door frame connecting the kitchen and living room. He empathized with her tiredness. Matty couldn’t stop himself from admiring Y/n. Even looking worn out as Y/n seemed, she managed to look beautiful. Her messy bun on top of her head, big hoodie swallowing her body and no makeup on. Amelia had his personality and moped hair as well, even though the beauty came from his mother. All of it.

It was imprinted on his mind how smooth her skin was, the touch of her hair and the warmth she exuded. He shook his head. The tickling of the clock reminding him Friday was coming up. Reminding him, she was going out with stupidly handsome Paul. No him. His stomach flipped inside.

“You should go and take a nap…” Matty startled her, Y/n’s eyes opening fully again. She didn’t notice him or her eyes closing in front of the screen.

“I can’t.” Y/n tried to blink away the tiredness and focus on the first email of a big list.

“Yes, you can.” Matty insisted.

Y/n started to get annoyed. She wasn’t great at taking orders, even less from people that didn’t talk to her for days. She was moody because of lacking sleep, and Matty was presenting as the perfect person to take all her anger with. “You look like shit, you should take a nap! Need it more than me!” She snapped.

Matty didn’t move a single muscle. He didn’t take it personally. Annoying her even more. “Yeah, being a bitch with me won’t supply sleep.” he chose to say. “Come on-” Matty insisted again, with the voice he used for scolding Amelia.

“Fucking leave me alone, Matthew! Fuck off!” Y/n knew she was overreacting, and regret it immediately. He was being nice, but she wasn’t having it with her.

Matty lifted his arms in surrender, his cheeks full of air and his eyes wide. After a minute staring at her side face, he turned around. Returning to his previous position, laying on the couch.

Y/n let her head fall. A few drops fall on her keyboard.

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Matty was scrolling on his phone mindlessly when Y/n’s frame appeared beside him. He didn’t look up. Faking reading something important or interesting. He wanted to make her pay. For the abrupt, but also because of his sour feelings being hurt days before.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n apologized, sniffing loudly. She didn’t know why the crying started, or even why she couldn’t stop. Matty’s facade shattered into pieces so quickly that it was almost pathetic. Or he thought.

The singer sat up, reaching for her hand. “It's okay, Y/n.” He told her. His voice sounded so tender, it made her cry even more. She felt pathetic this time. “Come here.” He tried to make her come closer to his body. The urge to make her feel better was strong.

“No,no...” She shook her head. A resemblance of Amelia last night.

“Sometimes…” he started drawing circles on the skin of her hand. “I wonder who Amelia took her stubbornness from.” Y/n snorted at that. A first win, made her laugh. “Let’s take a nap”

“Huh?” Y/n looked directly at his eyes. It had been so long since they were that close. His brown eyes were so welcoming, warm, his curls falling perfectly everywhere and for worse he was wearing -what Y/n stated as- Marty’s best hoodie: the Nike blue one.

Matty pattered the couch. “Lay down.”

“Matt…” she didn’t have to ask what he was implying. If she was true to herself, Y/n was dying for a cuddle from him, although her pride was bigger.

He frowned, Y/n wanted to run a finger to sooth it. “If you don’t lay down in two seconds…” He lifted two fingers from the other hand, the one not holding hers. “I can assure you, I’ll make you.”

“Mat-“

“Stop making a big deal out of it.” He was making a big deal out of it inside his head. He was desperate to hold her, at least for two hours. Y/n didn’t read minds, and for her, his sayings wounded her heart. She looked away from him. “Okay, then....”

Matty was true to his word. In a matter of seconds, Y/n came from standing to being pushed into the couch. She gasped loudly when Matty let himself fall beside her. “You are fucking crazy, Matthew Timothy Healy!” She turned her head to look directly at his face. She didn’t expect to be that close.

“You knew it from the beginning. Still…you had a baby with me, darling!” He joked. Y/n blushed hard.

“Shut up.” She hit his shoulder, he laughed. Y/n’s eyes were still red from crying and from being tired. Matty caressed her cheek. Y/n breath stopped. The way she was looking at her was difficult to crack. She chose to hide her face behind her hands.

“Come here.” he instructed, extending his arms. One behind her head, leaving his hand resting on the top of her back. His right arm secured her in place, pressing his hand at the bottom of her spine. Y/n couldn’t help snuggling into his body. A wave of relief washed over her. “You comfy?” his smirk was obvious, even when she wasn’t looking at his face any more.

“Mhm.” Y/n answered drifting already.

Matty chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

It was wrong, but it felt so right to be in his arms again.

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Matty woke up at the sound coming from the baby call. Amelia was making sounds, not shouting or crying. Just trying to talk, repeating the few words she learned. Mostly daddy and mommy. Matty smiled wide at the thing broadcasting at his right on the coffee table.

He went to stand up, but the weight of Y/n’s head made his head turn to his left side. Y/n didn’t wake up. Matty felt bad to disturb her, but his whole body hurt to the thought of Amelia awake and alone inside her crib. “Y/n…” He started, slowly, his voice deep from sleep. No response. “Y/n” He tried again. This time, the only answer was her coming closer to his body. It was so obvious she was deeply asleep because Matty knew she would never do that while fully conscious. At least when they’d been together, he was the one clinging from her body, starting things and demanding attention. The solo thought of her trusting him at that moment of vulnerability made his heart beat faster. Although, his mind wasn’t slow to remind him: ‘soon she would let Paul do this’. That startled him out of his daydreaming. “Y/n, Amelia is awake-'' The only mention of their daughter woke her.

“Right- Fuck, how long did I sleep?” Y/n rest on her back, Matty still tangled around her. It was addicting to hold her. Matty felt like it was his last time to hold her like that, so he would make the most out of it. Letting the thought of another man touching or holding her aside for the rest of the day.

He stretched to hold his phone, looking at the number above the picture of a tiny Amelia wearing his ‘Sincerity Is Scary’ hat. “We-” he stressed. “We slept for almost two hours, love.”

“Did you sleep too?” Y/n started to lift her body. Missing his warmth.

Still lying down, he smiled “Would have never thought to disturb your princess slumber, so I just held you…at some moment I fell asleep.” he shrugged his shoulders. Y/n avoid his eyes. Matty laughed, lifting himself. “Stay there!” he instructed her. Y/n raised her eyebrow. What was all about with his orders that day? “I’m going to grab mel-mel.”

“Okay.” she accepted because she had zero energy to walk or move from the couch. Once he reached the door, she continued, “But stop bossing me!”

“Oh, you love it!” He wasn’t wrong, but Y/n preferred to keep her silence.

Matty came in a blink of an eye with a happy Amelia wearing one of her soft onesies. “Hi mommy!” Matty lifted Amelia’s tiny arm, waving.

“Mommy, mommy.” She repeated.

“Hello, my darling! Come here.” Y/n lifted her arms, welcoming the weight of her little love. “Did you have nice dreams?” Y/n made conversation with Amelia. The one-year old bubbling away.

Y/n was so focused on Amelia, kissing her rosy cheeks and smelling the scent of her curly hair, so she didn’t notice Matty movement. He went and lay down exactly as he rested on the couch during their shared nap. Y/n sensed him asking for space when his leg bumped into hers. “What are you doing?” Y/n asked.

“Trying to cuddle.” He said, like nothing. Amelia wiggled, trying to get out of Y/n’s hold. She crawled until she reached Matty’s upper body. He rounded her with his arms, and looked up at Amelia’s mom. “Come here. We’re not taking a no for an answer.”

Y/n didn’t understand his behavior. She couldn’t deny it was nice. Y/n felt like they were a proper couple with their daughter, being a family. Like ‘a proper family’. One of those tails talked about. It was false, she knew but the feeling inside her chest was stronger than any reality. She let herself fall beside them.

Amelia’s body between her parents. After some arrangements -Matty held Y/n as before, meanwhile Y/n made her arm a pillow for Amelia–, they settled into a nice conversation. They chatted and laughed like they hadn't done in a very long time. Matty and Y/n felt at peace, and Amelia was excited to have her two favourite people in the world around her.

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“You two what?” Grace shouted, dragging attention from some customers at the supermarket.

“We cuddled…two times in the same day” Y/n repeated as if it were their normal behavior.

Grace left the bag of biscuits, forgetting about their shopping trip. She looked up and down Y/n’s body, trying to figure out what was out of place. “Do I have to remind your little brain that he is not your boyfriend or what?”

Y/n dropped more groceries into the cart, looking directly at Grace. “Yes, Grace. I know we aren’t together. But-”

“But nothing!” Grace complained, folding her arms.

Y/n copied her friend's actions. “But it felt nice…like right.” She assumed.

Grace let her arms fall, moving them exaggerated around. Y/n was grateful the supermarket wasn’t that pact. “Y/n, my love, my best friend, my everything-”

“Cut the shit!”

“I know you are not that dense. Sometimes, I doubt it…TIMES LIKE TODAY!” She shouted; making some customers looked at the pair, wondering what was happening.

Y/n felt embarrassed. Afraid also that someone might recognize her. “Could you keep your voice down? Please!!” Y/n said, through clenched teeth.

“Could you keep your brain functioning? Please!” Grace, without giving importance to where they were at, shot back.

“You don’t get it!” Y/n whispered.

“Oh, no…I do get it. I know he’s the father of your beautiful and adorable baby. Sure, he’s hot and handsome or whatever. I don’t understand how you people believe that because he’s so old, his gray hair-”

“Grace!”

“Right. I know he means a lot to you, but please think out of your gut. One moment of cuteness it’s not equal to be your partner or loving you or… I don’t even know what crosses your mind!!”

“You said you get it!” Y/n said without looking at her, still with her arms folded protecting herself, looking away.

“Some parts…”

Y/n tried to push the trolley forward. “Oh, god!” Grace objecting the passing through.

“Y/n, I really mean it. He’s not going to change only because you cuddle”

“I know! Okay?”

“Do you? Really…do you? Because I’m not at all convinced you fully know.”

“I’m not saying that everything is going to change. I’m not that naive. But what if he wants to try something, and he’s scared to ask. Should I talk to him? Because if he does-”

“HE DOESN’T!” Grace shouted again.

Grace had a solid case, she left Y/n with no arguments. “You’re being impossible!”

“No, I’m being truthful, and you hate it” Y/n’s formed a line and her mouth shut. “Babe, I adore you” Grace rounded the trolley. “I want you to find someone that truly loves you and not some famous and pretentious singer that confuses you. Or should I remind you he wasn’t talking to you?” Y/n purposely ignored that fact. “That he questioned you going out when he goes around fucking everything that moves, ha?” Grace held her hands.

“Yeah…” Y/n tried to suppress the tears coming to her eyes.

“I don’t mean to be harsh or sadistic. I need you to stop focusing on him, okay?” Y/n nodded. “What happened with your rush to ask Paul out?” Grace tried to cheer her up.

Y/n forgot about it since Matty and her spent the evening together. “I-” She stuttered.

“No, you’re not canceling it. I don’t care if Paul ends up being not right to you..or he’s bad in bed or whatever. You’re going!”

Y/n chuckled sadly. “I’m so confused now. Fuck”

“Come here” Grace embraced her into her arms, a bear hug. “You can do it! Fuck Matty Healy!!” Y/n’s friend shook her from side to side.

“Oh, are you ‘the 1975’ fans?” A man passing by asked. Y/n and Grace looked at each other and burst into laughter.

[lokielly]

don't let people mislead you about friends (the sitcom)

now, this post may be long, so, tl;dr: friends is actually a really good show, and actually is not as outdated as people say it is on lgbtq+ issues.

i watched friends for the first time in 2017, when i had just turned 15 years old. i loved it so much! i was completely obsessed to the point where i watched it like three times over just in the span of a couple of months. after that, i didn't watch any of it for a long while. and slowly, i kept hearing this rhetoric of "friends isn't funny" and "friends is such a lame show." then, "friends is homophobic" and friends is transphobic." with the loose memory i had of the show as years went by, i sort of agreed with people on statements like those. i figured that i must have loved the show so much because i was young, and "basic" and "corny" things appealed to me. i also remembered they made a lot of gay jokes, and looking back without remembering the details of the chandler's dad situation... yeah, i could see that it was homophobic and transphobic. well, that was until i rewatched it this year. three times actually.

i don't agree with any of those statements people make about it anymore really.

for starters, it is a good show. of course, this is subjective. now, there were better sitcoms on the air at the same time, or a better sitcom, i should say; my favorite show ever, frasier. so yes, friends is not the best sitcom in the world by any means, but i think as a sitcom, it is incredible and actually defines the standard of a sitcom to me.

friends does an amazing job at truly being about an ensemble cast of characters. every character feels like they get an equal amount of screentime and the same amount of respect is given to each of them by the writers. each character is also so unique, making the ensemble dynamic so interesting no matter which two you pair up. the show is also cast perfectly. every actor brings exactly what their character needs to the part, and the comedic acting is some of the best of all sitcoms i've watched (and i've watched a lot of sitcoms). matthew perry especially deserves a shout out for this; chandler is probably the most interesting and entertaining character in the show, and without matty, he probably wouldn't have been. plus, the humor is much sillier than people make it seem like it is. it isn't as "millennial coded" as you'd think.

all of that isn't to say there weren't things that weren't written well or were just off. a lot of ross and rachel's whole thing i have a lot of gripes about, but even then, most of it can be chopped up to the type of people ross and rachel are as characters (which i could write a whole other post about).

when it comes to how friends approached the lgbtq community, people love to say that it's horribly outdated, homophobic, and transphobic, but here's the thing: of course it's outdated, it's 30 years old. what really matters is what it was in it's time.

there was a lesbian couple on friends that literally got married on screen. they were treated like a normal couple, and whenever any character (usually or really always ross) made a comment about them, they were presented as in the wrong in that situation. yes, there were also moments where chandler and joey especially fetishized lesbians, but overall, i'd say the shows impact for lesbians was positive, especially for the 90s (i should add here that i am a lesbian so this is my take on it as someone who can speak on this issue).

chandler himself is another interesting situation to me when it comes to looking at this show and the lgbtq community. chandler was originally written as a gay character, but ultimately ended up getting played straight. this is why there were always jokes about him being gay and why he sometimes has those little moments where it comes through. this, to me, makes him so very bisexual. and that's just a headcanon that i consider canon in a big way; phoebe literally was implied to be bisexual. she never said it, per se, but there were multiple times where she expressed attraction to women in some way. that's big for the time, and it got very overlooked.

that leads me to transphobia; i must preface this by saying that, though i am non-binary, i don't consider myself to be trans, so none of this is me telling trans people how to feel. this is just my take personally. chandler's dad (this is how i'm referring to her because it's how chandler refers to her, but she was confirmed to be trans by one of the creators of the show) being played by a cis woman was much better than the alternative for the time, which would have been a man playing a trans woman and making a transphobic mockery out of being trans.

on top of that, the way the entire plotline with her was handled was incredible. i was bracing myself when i got to the episode where chandler goes to vegas to see her because everyone made me remember it as being transphobic, but it was wonderful. the whole point of the episode was monica pushing chandler to realize he was finally mature enough to push pass whatever biases he had against his dad and try to make a connection with her. chandler took a chance and saw her even though he was nervous, and actually reconnected with her, letting her back into his life. i think people only think this episode was transphobic because chandler doesn't stop calling her "dad," but i have seen children of trans people take their time with changing how they refer to parents. chandler just reentered her life. the way i see it, he just needed time. time longer than what we got to see on the show, but we could see he was taking steps toward that because of the moment that episode where he calls her "ma'am" (which was actually so sweet).

rewatching friends now that i'm 7 years older really helped me see how good this show is. between how many more shows i've watched since then and my experiences with being lgbtq, i have much more of a grasp on what makes it as amazing as it is. i will never let anyone make me think this show is anything other than good ever again.

[allylikethecat]

would you consider putting kiss prompts on ao3? they are so good, they deserve to be kudosed and commented on

i would love 10 or 20 (thinking of g’s broken collarbones 🥹)

The more and more I think about it, the more I think that I will eventually move these prompts over to AO3 so that I can have them all in one place! I'm going to hold you to the commenting on them thing when I do though 😂 I'm so happy that you're enjoying them and think that they're worthy of being posted on AO3! I've filled #20 twice so far, and at the moment I am out of idea for that one. The previous fills can be found here and here. However, I hope you like my interpretation of #10! Thank you so much for reading and for sending in this request!

❤️Ally

10. Kiss ... desperately

George heard the key turn in the lock and was on his feet, rushing towards the front door before his brain could catch up to the fact that he was acting over eager. He slowed his pace, and took a deep breath. It had only been a week, Matty had only been gone a week. He tried not to think about how this was the longest they had been apart since Matty had gone to rehab.

He tried not to think about how those seven weeks had nearly broken him. How they had left him laying in their too big bed, crying himself to sleep each night. How he woke up alone each morning, and made two cups of coffee, before pouring the cup meant for Matty down the drain. How he went into the studio, and worked on client records as if nothing was the matter. How he turned down invitations to go out in favor of tearing their home apart, looking for each and every hiding place Matty might have had, and flushing his stash. Assuring his friends, assuring their brothers, that he was fine even as he sat alone, picking at a frozen dinner in front of a blackened TV screen like a ship lost at sea. 

He knew Matty had been sick, he knew that Matty needed to leave so that he could get better. He knew that to protect Matty’s dignity it wasn’t something that had been broadcast outside their inner circle. When Matty’s plane touched back down in London, George felt like he could breathe for the first time. He felt like had been watching the world pass him by in black and white, but with Matty’s return he was thrust back into tricolor, like Dorothy waking up in Oz. He had clutched him to his chest on the tarmac, his smaller body, while no longer frail, still fit perfectly against George’s own. He had breathed in the familiar scent of his hair, eucalyptus and peppermint mingled with cigarette smoke and the stale recycled airplane air. 

He hadn’t even realized he had been crying until Matty called him out on it, giving him a crooked, lopsided smile, full of false bravo and a “you missed me that much?” That had George slamming their mouths together desperately as if he could consume Matty with his love. In the six years that followed, they hadn’t been apart for more than forty eight hours. 

Matty had only been gone a week this time. He had been in New York, writing with Jack and Taylor. George had been invited, but had declined, Taylor was Matty’s friend, not his, and he had his own projects keeping him in London. It was good, it was healthy for them to have different friends, for them to spend time apart. He didn’t want to tell his therapist that being apart made him feel as if he was being torn to pieces from the inside out. He didn’t want to tell her that he missed Matty by his side like he missed a limb, phantom pains were Matty should have been riccoating through his heart. He was a big boy, he could handle his boyfriend leaving him for a week. It hadn’t even been a full week. Six days between Matty kissing him goodbye on the doorstep, and the sound of the key turning in the lock. 

The first day George had deep cleaned the house, eager to scrub and organize without Matty underfoot. The second day had been too quiet. The third day he let Mayhem up on the couch, digging his fingers into the dog’s scruff while he watched Drag Race rerun, wishing that it was Matty pressed into his side. The fourth day he slept in the guest room, hating the way he would reach out to Matty’s side of the bed and he wasn’t there. The fifth day he had gotten a pint with Ross, who started to tease him about missing his Missus, before he back tracked quickly when he saw the way George’s lip quivered.

Today was day six and Matty was on the doorstep, fumbling to get his key in the lock, it was raining and he was sure Matty hadn’t brought a coat, his wet fingers making the key slippery as he tried to twist the metal. The latch always stuck and Matty didn’t have the patience to jiggle it in just the right way. 

The door opened and Mayhem jumped off the couch he wasn’t supposed to be on, whizzing past George, barking happily as he slammed a hundred twenty pounds into Matty’s legs. He knew better than to jump but still knocked Matty off balance as he shook out his damp curls, causing him to bump into his suitcase, ending up in a heap on the floor, Mayhem licking his face. 

“Did you miss me buddy?” Matty asked, petting the dog enthusiastically before looking up at George with bright mischievous eyes. 

“Did you miss me?” he asked George, spying him lurking in the hallway like he had been waiting for his return. He looked up through his eyelashes and George closed the distance between them, shooing Mayhem away with his foot to haul Matty to his feet, pressing their lips together in a desperate, pressing kiss, backing Matty up against the wall, digging his fingers into his sides as he licked into his mouth as if he tried hard enough he could climb inside and they could become one. 

Matty chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest as Georged kissed his neck, licking and biting and sucking as if to mark him up, as if to show the world who he belonged to. 

“Something like that,” George said, pulling away from the underside of Matty’s jaw to press another kiss to his lips. “Something like that.”

[thecryptidcottage]

call him silly, but matthew briedis is a firm believer in the magic that is a real-life movie moment. or, at least, that's what he considers them ; those little experiences in the mundane day to day that have the deep and evocative impact, whether emotional or visual or atmospheric, that many people assume that only the silver screen can provide. a sunset on the inner harbor back home in baltimore. a crowd of people all cheering in unison. a display of fireworks over a stadium after an unexpected victory. and this ? this is a movie moment in the making, he's sure of it. knows it, in fact, even before he's up out of his chair. and no, okay, he's not sure what leads him to the assumption. the young person standing in his doorway could quite literally be anyone. he works at a university, for goodness' sake, the number of youths that traverse his doorway on a daily basis is near astronomical. but matty also tries to remember every single face that he teaches, commits each one to memory ; and though there's something familiar about the brunette's features as they gaze back at him, he doesn't recognize them. it could just be that he's on edge, too, that he's thinking about it... what are the odds, after all, really ? if he swallows hard as they ask after his name, well, it's only because he's trying to get a handle on the way his stomach's doing flips. he's fine. everything's fine. this isn't about to be some grand, life-altering moment, right ? they're probably just a student. anyway, it isn't as if his name's not plastered on the door, his desk, and the diplomas hanging on the wall behind it. ❝ guilty as charged ! though my friends call me matty, my students call me dr. briedis, and my mom ― well, my mom calls me too often, but that's nobody's problem but mine. anyway ! ❞ playful ( anxious ) rambling comes to a halt in time for their introduction and for a second, he thinks his ability to function might come to a halt as well. ❛ briar morrigan. i'm your kid. ❜ your kid. his kid. he was right. he wasn't crazy, or ― or letting his imagination get the better of him, not this time. this is his movie moment. matty blinks once, twice. takes a breath. he tries not to think about what score would be playing in the background as he steps forward, really takes a look at them. and when he does, matty sees it. almost instantaneously, actually. he laughs, because for a second, he's not sure what else to do. ❝ you know, your, uh ― is it weird to call her your mother ? frankie ? i don't know what any of the protocol is there, but she, uh ― well, she told me you were here. i almost didn't believe her. i mean... i mean, wow. it's, um ― it's you, you know ? ❞ oh, he's on a roll now, just rambling away. a hand lifts to card through dark hair as he shakes his head and takes a step forward. ❝ look, i'm sure we've got plenty to say and we'll get to that, but could we maybe ― ❞ there's a pause as matty tries to figure out his next move. well, no, that's not true. he knows it. he's just got to figure out how to ask. ❝ look, i know it's gonna sound sillier than a whole gaggle of geese ― and you can say no, of course ! ― but could i, um... could i maybe hug you? ❞

if insomnia is genetic, briar definitely inherited it. for as long as they can remember, they've had a hard time sleeping at night, choosing to fill their time with writing songs and plucking away at guitar strings until the wee hours of the morning. they equate it to stress, to questioning every little thing about themselves. where did they come from? who were their real parents? why did they leave bishop behind? but slowly things were coming together little by little. they had bishop back, they met their mother, and they only had one more person that they needed to meet before the hole in their heart finally felt like it was patched up. briar also hoped that it would help them sleep a little better, the weight of knowing that their birth dad was close by practically crushing their mind. they were ready to be rid of that.

with a hard swallow, briar approached matty's door slowly, their hands wringing against the strap of their bag as they paused just outside of his door. there was still plenty of time to turn around and leave, thinking that maybe not knowing this last piece of their history would actually be for the better. but then briar was stepping closer to the door, knuckles wrapping against the solid wood of the frame before they stepped into the doorway. at first, all they could do was snort, the sleepy man in front of them rising to his feet. they felt like they were looking in a mirror, seeing the reflection of their light complexion but dark hair and eyes. that's definitely my dad, they thought to themselves, managing a brief-but-friendly smile.

"are you matthew briedis?" they spoke softly, fidgeting in place for just a moment, clearly nervous. briar didn't know how to approach this situation, just like they didn't know how to approach frankie. all they could do was hope for the best here. "i'm briar --- briar morrigan. i'm your kid."

[galatially]

❝𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧❞

❝𝐢 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — it's not often that you'd tempt fate and be at the mercy of the Devil. But when you did, it was well worth the trouble

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.2K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kiddos!), pet names (honey, pretty girl, good girl)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this was short and not at all as smutty as intended, but I'm running on caffeine and no sleep and this is my first time writing for my baby Matty so bear with me lol

as always the dividers are by @firefly-graphics

i don't have a tag list but i do have a library where all of my works live,@galatially-wrote so please check it out! reblogs and comments are much appreciated ♡♡♡

tagging @honeychicana since she asked so nicely ♡♡

You enjoyed the night.

Not the busy evenings, abuzz with thrumming bass lines and sweaty limbs connecting in dingy bathrooms or the tense evenings where you’d been hyper-vigilant walking home from work.

No, you enjoyed the hush that fell over New York; the hazy oranges and peaches that bled into indigo sky and the soft tread of tires on the empty roads. It was in that quiet, that stillness, that he came to you — the Devil with silver-scarred skin and a tongue that made prayers tumble out of your chest.

The first night he appeared, you were taking your trash out to the dumpster and you saw someone propped up against it. At first, you'd thought they were dead with how still they were. As your thumbs padded against your phone screen, a hand shot out and curled around your wrist.

“Don't...call…”

The voice was deep and unmistakably male. sThe words came out pained in between his heavy breaths but you didn't miss the plea. So, you took a deep breath and wrapped his left arm around your shoulders to heave him up. He let out a few curses, trying not to lean into you with his full weight. Thankfully you were only on the first floor of the building and were able to duck into your apartment without anyone spotting you. You walked him to your couch and flicked on the side table lamp. His black shirt was torn and his dark pants had bullet holes stippled through them.

"What the hell happened to you?"

A chuckle followed by a sharp breath came from his lips. "Met the wrong end of a barrel, you could say."

You gave him a flat look. “You’re bleeding out. That’s hardly something to joke about.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty funny considering.” He smiled a dimpled smile, a boyish grin that made your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. “You wouldn’t happen to have some medical training, would you?”

That was it; a cute smile and morbid humor is what won you over. Every night for two months, you patched up the Kitchen’s lone vigilante and exchanged a few words here and there, all while never knowing who the man was under the mask. As your fingertips traced the seams and planes of his face, your eyes committed every feature to memory as if to decipher his identity in some way.

One evening, while you were sitting at the foot of the couch, you propped yourself up along the edge of the couch eye to cheek with your masked visitor when you asked for his name.

“Matt. Matt Murdock.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Your phone buzzed against your bare thigh, a smirk cutting across your lips. Your thumb swiped along the screen and you put the device to your ear.

“You’re calling me.”

“I am.” You could hear the lilt in his voice. “Things have been pretty quiet tonight.”

“Oh?” You leaned back against the frame of the window. “That’s good. I know it’s been pretty rough for you these last few weeks.”

“’S been nice havin’ a one night.”

“So does that mean you’re heading home?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

You rolled your eyes as an amused huff passed your lips. “Are you passively asking for me to invite you over, Murdock?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Y/L/N.” If Matt ever asked you outright, you’d deny it, but you loved this side of him — the easy softness that radiated from him that enveloped you like a warm embrace. Very few people have seen him like this and you were glad that he considered you one of the lucky few. “I’m a few blocks away from your house. Leave your window open.”

“I always do.”

“Shit.”

The callused pads of his fingers held fast against the column of your throat as his hips met yours in harsh thrusts that shook your bed like a hellish gust of wind.

You couldn’t recall how long you’d been like this underneath him or how many times pleasure had shocked you still but you didn’t mind. You’d barely remembered how you’d gotten to this point. Instead of needing medical aid, Matt had come in street clothes and a six pack of beer, wanting to spend a night doing “normal-friend-things”.

Conversation flowed easy and suddenly the tension between you was tangible, sitting between you like a familiar guest. Your hands reached out to him — or did his reach out to you? — and then you were straddling his lap, his rough hands burning bruises into your soft skin.

Matt’s name clumsily fell from your tongue as his cock drove in and out of you, litanies of “don’t stop” and “s’good, s’fuckin’ good” echoing with the sloppy sound of your sopping cunt and his sweat-slick skin against yours. You dug your nails into the bare skin of his back as another soundless moan threatened to rip from you. Drool dribbled at the corner of your slackened jaw and your eyes were half-lidded in pleasure.

“You’re squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice, pretty girl.” Matt moved the hand that was gripping your hip to your puffy, throbbing clit and pressed the pad of his thumb against it. “You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”

You let out a mewling sob.

“Go ahead, baby, cum,” Matt grunted out. “Cum on my cock.”

Your belly tightened and your back canted into a V-shape, a guttural cry careening from your lungs. You collapsed unceremoniously against your mattress as Matt’s orgasm caught up to him and his seed painted your inner walls. Teeth drug along the curve of your shoulder up to the underside of your jaw.

“Tell me what you’re thinkin’, pretty girl.”

You propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes meeting his brown ones. Something about him being able to see you without seeing you made the vulnerability you often expressed with him more visceral. “I keep waiting for you to disappear. That one night, you’ll fuck me senseless and vanish into the night never to be seen again.” Your fingers moved from his scalp to the seam of his bottom lip. “I don’t know what I’d do then, Matt.”

“I’m not leavin’ you anytime soon, Y/N.”

“How do you know that?”

Matt sighed and moved up your bare torso until his nose touched the tip of yours. “Because in the last six months of me doin’ what I do, you’re the only thing that’s certain. I know that I can always come home to you.”

Your face warmed. “Bullshit.”

“Bullshit,” he mocked, slotting his mouth over yours. His tongue laved against yours deepening the kiss. You swallowed his soft chuckle and bucked your hips against his, the hunger from earlier no longer sated.

What’s one more round with the Devil?

[abiiors]

hey baby, since youve just woken up.

Game night in the household, competitive and overly loud, its become tradition for us all to sit down with dinner and try and best the others at only connect. Usually Ross of Adam would win with George in a close second every time, we like to joke hes cursed to always be in second place for these things. Tonight though, Matty has resolved to win, by any means necessary, because he was sick of coming in last. It had been pointed out if he paid attention he could win but he claimed that was too hard to focus on. So here we were, shitty indian takeout from down the road on the table before us, all bundled onto the couch.  

Matty’s arm is wrapped around my shoulder pulling me into him tightly, fingers trialing up and down my bicep tickling a little. its chilly tonight so a blanket is splayed across us both, my arm across his middle, head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm and the way it picks up excitedly when he gets something right, clinging to his warm body when a draft comes from under the front door. trying to best each other with every passing question. Arguing arises amongst the boys when they start gloating about how many points they have so far, george insisting hes in first, hes not, and everyone is happy to tell him, joining in myself because i refuse to let george believe hes better at this than me, pulled from my argument however when Matty’s hand ventures up my shirt, laid flat to my stomach just below my chest, hidden by the blanket pulled to my shoulder and wrapped tightly round me.

Looking up at him with a glare, annoyance that his cold hand is on my otherwise warm self, however all the courage i had drains away when i look into his eyes, almost hungry, I shy away when he leans down, almost flinching as his lips brush my ear, the other boys still distracted, whispering huskily into my ear

"make this interesting yeah? You get it right, I please you. I get it right--well it'll be fun" 

Suddenly georges voice peaks above the rest and he points at us both accusingly, getting the other attention, "Oi you two, no secret collaboration"

Nodding curtly in his direction we both giggle a little, and i find myself unconsciously curling closer to matty, hiding from the chill the open window lets in. the tv screen lights up in blue and the new grid appears, the first group is apparent, all elements in group 1, thank god for my year 7 chemistry teacher. 

"They're all in group 1 of the periodic table"

"Ok nerd" george is growing evermore bitter the more he loses his lead and it shows, if i wasnt so nervous id giggle

"Fucking loser" ross is grinning from ear to ear regardless, he just thinks its good fun, of course hes never come less than third place so he wouldnt understand the stakes,

 "Good job bloo" adam of course, ever the supportive one, 

But I wasn't really listening, not in a meaningful way, instead tuning into matty’s shallow breathing and the way his heart hammered against his ribcage, almost as if desperate to escape, hes nervous too, or maybe just excited if the the tent in his trousers is any indication. Lithe fingers slowly teasing my chest, circling pebbled nipples without touching, flicking across them every so often, Matty watches in amusement as I pull myself tighter to him in the hopes it stops me from giving something away, another whisper to my ear, discreet 

"good girl, so smart aren't you?" Pinching the perked bud between thumb and forefinger and relishing in the way I bite my lip trying to stifle the desperate noises that threaten to escape, to prevent alerting the others, and to focus on the next row. 

"I think they're all bible references?" 

"Nope. All beginnings" the smug smile on his face fills me with dread, settling on my shoulders and weighing me down, slumping down further 

"Fuck" group chatter drowned out, all i can focus on is his reactions, the soft tsk noise he makes, something so small and its all i can hear, 

"Disappointing. I was hoping you'd get that one" spoken with a lower tone, disappointed, he was disappointed. I cant help but feel bad, i want to do well, make him proud. And yet i know he wasn't hoping id get that one right; I know that the moment his other hand takes mine, underneath the blankets and presses it to his lap, his other hand stilling, fingers digging into soft flesh of my chest but avoiding touching where I crave most, gently guiding my hand to knead him through his trousers, 

"your going to have to earn that pleasure back" 

Ripped from our little bubble matty looks up at the sound of ross’ voice "Oi matt you want a drink?" 

"Yeah mate; can you get me a coke, with ice?" 

"Sure" with a quick nod ross is off to the kitchen leaving more room on the long couch now, a 6 seater couch, which made it a little easier to be discreet about this, not like i had much choice, i didn't want much choice though in all honesty. This was fun. 

WHAT THE FUCK!??? EVIL EVIL BOY, evil of you to send me this after I’ve just woken up. I also know the periodic table very well so WHEN IS IT MY TURN HUH????

in all seriousness, I have always wanted to play the jackbox games with the boys but this is a smuttier version of my fantasy so I approve 🤭

[denim-devil]

Captivated || M.M

Warnings — Mostly Fluff…nothing really

Request — Matt bringing R to his apartment for the first time and he’s amazed by the view. Matt gets confused and asks why, R just laughs it off and says it’s more rewarding to find beauty in the unconventional. @loserville-ty

Word Count — 558

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You weren’t sure the last time you had felt safe in this city, for a while you had to check every turn before you took it, lock every door behind you…but now? Now the opportunity to be safe in the hands of Matt, more professionally known as Mr Murdock.

You smile at Matt, following him in suit towards his place, somewhere you could sleep tonight, to get yourself sorted, to rest and leave the thoughts that plagued your mind currently outside of his door.

Matt’s keys jingled together once he gathered them from his pocket after a few pats of his blazer. You help move his wondering hand to the lock, once inserting the key he glanced to you with a smile.

“Thank you, but please I’m not at helpless as I look”

You both chuckled, his lower and chesty, like he needed to laugh after the stress you had now placed on him. You felt guilty but you couldn’t take all the blame, not when Matt had offered to take you.

Closing the door behind you, you took off your jacket placing it on the line of wooden hooks nailed into the bare, grey wall.

You stood, watching Matt use his hands wisley against the said wall, placing the blazer that once occupied his upper body now securing one of the hooks. He turns to you with an eyebrow raise as if proving himself right, that he needed no help.

“Okay, you don’t have to rub it in” you spoke, adding a slight sarcastic tone to your words which inevitably made him laugh, this time it added a light blush to his cheeks, above the dimples surrounding his mouth.

He turns quickly to avoid anymore confrontation, you follow, past the wall you start to squint lightly, the bright white screen across the street showing shampoo adds and whatnot had captured your eyes, Matt could tell.

“It’s beautiful…right?”

He asked. Half joking, half confused at your reaction. He couldn’t know what the sight looked like, which is why you stepped forwards into his space, a hand intertwined with your own as if Matt wanted to know…

You chuckle in his ear, your chin resting atop of his right shoulder, the material of his shirt grazing smoothly against the skin on your neck.

He felt you shrug against him which only brought an ensemble of quick laughs. Matt rests his own head against your own…he could sense you wanted to speak so he waited.

“I think it’s more rewarding to find beauty in the unconventional''. You whisper with a smile, bringing one to Matt’s own face which rested beautiful, like the rest of his features.

“You do?” He whispered back in the same hushed tone, you smile which had his heart warm in his chest…his stomach slightly fluttering.

“Yes, and you should to matty” pressing a peck to his cheek you let go of his now calloused hand, eyes still star-struck by the now red screen which illuminated the walls of his modern-styled apartment…classy like himself.

Silence fell over the room, both of you still, whilst you watched the screen, Matt was feeling your heartbeat, calm and steady, maybe the first time since he’s known you, it made him happy…although you had only just met, Matt felt a connection, one that hopefully you returned.

This was good…this was beautiful.

[myworldisfictional]

👑Young Royals👑

Just a hodgepodge of asks to get to know your favourites and gush some more about YR (one day it will be enough right?). Share your thoughts dears! 💜

Thanks for the tag @ladyauroraborealis 🥰

Favourite:

Kiss

I completely agree with Lana. The smile right before the kiss. Ugh it’s just so sweet

Hug

Wille grasps onto Simon like he thought he was going to lose him. There’s so much desperation but just to hold Simon and be held by him. He so badly wants everything to be okay

Foreheads touching

It’s so delicate and sweet. And everything else going on just makes it so heartbreaking

Hand holding

They’re both seeking comfort in each other and just desperately trying to hold on to each other

Wille and Simon outfits

For Simon the purple hoodie (obviously) and for Wille the blue and black sweater

OST

This song perfectly conveys their emotions in the scene and it’s just so pretty to listen to (but honestly that’s true for all of them)

Share a moment that

Made you cry (happy or sad tears)

I never actually cried while watching yr but this scene was the closest I got to actual tears

Made you smile big

Honestly every single cute wilmon moment. Theres not a single one of them I can watch without smiling like a complete idiot

Made you want to throw your screen against a wall

I remember the first time I saw this part I legitimately screamed. The whole circumstances of their situation and then the confession of love just got me feeling a whole lot of emotions

Fish scene or morning after scene?

The morning after scene. It ranks high in my favourite scenes across all film/tv

Moment you knew this show was something special

This scene holds a special place in my heart. The technical aspects are amazing and as soon as I saw it I knew this show would ruin me

Quote you love

Jag bara vill inte förlora dig. Du är den enda som jag känner att jag faktiskt kan prata med här

Who would you want to be friends with first (or be BFFs) if you went to Hillerska?

I feel like I would probably get along best with Simon

Pick a song you like that you feel could be Wille’s, Simon’s, or Wilmon’s anthem

So for Wilhelm I think Bloodline fits really well with his season 1 storyline. He keeps pushing against the grain to follow his heart but ultimately caves into what he’s expected to do

I strongly believe Wille is going to fuck shit up in season 2 and I am so here for it. I also found this song thanks to @grizviser gaslight, gatekeeper, girlboss playlist that has loads of other great anthems for Wille in season 2

This song is so good and when I translated the lyrics I thought it fit with Simon especially in season 1. He’s so empathetic and he deals with Wille’s inconsistency and ultimately gets hurt in the end

For season 2 I think Simon is going to be trying really hard to move on from Wille but he does truly love him so it’s not going to go away easily. It’s the I love you even though I don’t want to (until they get back together of course)

I saw someone else (sorry I don’t remember who) mention Like Real People Do for Wilmon and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because I think it fits really well for them in season 1

I think Fallout might fit well for Wilmon for at least half of season 2. Like I think the first verse sounds very much what Wilhelm will be feeling and the second verse is more Simon. And I know we don’t want a love triangle but the jealousy implied in the song also fits (and it doesn’t necessarily have to refer to a love triangle)

And a little extra but I hope (maybe for season 3) that their relationship gets to the point where this song works perfectly

Show me a scene that when you see it, makes you want to rewatch the show right then and there

The fish scene is probably the scene I see gifs of most often and every single time I want to rewatch the show

I’m tagging @gold-rush-wille @goldenwilmon @whatintheeverlovingfucketh @eyeofthedrgn and anyone else who wants to participate!