#daddy matty

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Taylor, the issue was never that he was "crazy". I believe our exact word was "racist".

[wreckedandpolemic]

6,98,99. Sorry for the multiple numbers, they just work so well together.

Also love your work!💜

my kink is karma - matty healy

(mdni) in which your ex wants to give you a birthday treat. too bad for your boyfriend. 2099 words.

warnings: cheating, semi-public sex, daddy kink

Firstly, you’d like to say that you’re not a spiteful person, thank you very much. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to run into your ex drinking alone while celebrating your birthday with your friends and your shiny, new boyfriend. Matty salutes you with his glass when you spot him, and you ignore him pointedly. He won’t fucking leave it alone, though — that’s always been his problem.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine,” says Matty, low in your ear as you go to order yourself another drink at the bar. You hope he doesn’t notice the shudder that runs through you at the sound of his voice. “Whatever she’s having on my tab, yeah?” he adds smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll have a bottle of the most expensive champagne you’ve got,” you grin. What? He’s got the money for it, and you aren’t going to turn down a free drink on your birthday, of all days. Matty shrugs when the bartender looks at him to confirm, and she hands you the bottle in a cooler.

You turn to leave, go back to your friends, but Matty takes hold of your wrist, gentle enough that you could break out of it. Something stops you, though. “Happy birthday,” he mutters. “Thought about callin’, but…” he blows out a breath. “The way we left things, I didn’t know if you’d wanna hear from me.”

Feigning casualness, you shrug, pretending like the reminder of your heart-wrenching breakup doesn’t tear at you all over again. “Yeah… Well, you’re here now,” you say matter-of-factly. “How’ve you been?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. Over the last six months, you’ve taken some kind of twisted pleasure in keeping tabs on him, in watching his life fall apart.

The two of you split in April, leaving you forced to move out of the apartment you loved that was in his name, nine days after you’d paid your half of the rent. June, he got arrested in a drunken bar fight; July crashed his car, the car he loved more than almost anything, leaving it completely written off; August, the girl he’d been seeing since suspiciously soon after your breakup left him with no warning. Meanwhile, you’ve had a promotion, gotten into the perfect relationship and everything is falling neatly into place.

Your reaction to him being around is involuntary, you tell yourself, fucking Pavlovian. You were together for three fucking years, of course your body still responds to him. It’s still learning what it’s like to live without him. Matty sighs, and you jolt out of your reverie as you remember you asked him a question. “Not great,” he admits. “Drinkin’ alone on a Friday night not tip you off?” he says, bitterness tracing his tone. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been great,” you say blithely. “I’m making great money, I’m in love, properly this time,” you can’t resist adding. “And you just bought me a bottle of champagne and told me everything sucks for you! What more could a girl want on her birthday?”

Matty scoffs. “You’re still the same,” he says coolly. “Bratty when you’re not getting fucked right, huh?” he adds, your stomach swooping at his words.

You don’t know what makes you admit it, some heady combination of mixed drinks and Matty’s presence for the first time in months overcoming all sense, but you murmur, “M’not. He’s not as good as you. S’the only thing I miss.” You try to weaken the admission.

Matty’s eyes light up, and you groan internally. “Is that so?” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stumble towards him when he tugs on it, a sickening pulse of arousal dripping down your spine. “Got everything you want, huh? Even down to your perfect little boyfriend. But you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” he breathes, something hard and dangerous in his tone, your heart thudding traitorously as he leans closer. 

“I… That’s not true.” you say, but the wavering of your voice betrays you, and he smirks wickedly.

“You can’t lie to me, baby. I know you too well.” The statement lodges in your throat like you’ve dry-swallowed a pill, the truth ringing disgustingly clear. “What do you say? You want one last good fuck, for old times’ sake?”

You should pull away. You need to pull away. You have to pull away. But you can’t. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you say. Matty’s eyes darken, but you know he took note of the most crucial element first: it wasn’t a refusal.

“I never cheated on you,” Matty says seriously. “I did a lot of other shit, I know I did, but not that. Never that.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“One more time. One more fuck. I need you out of my system,” you breathe, and you could almost cum from the filthy look on his face. Guiltily, you slink to the bathroom, casting furtive glances around and praying nobody spots you trailing after Matty and slipping behind a locked door.

Matty slams you against the door the second it shuts, devouring you in a harsh kiss, teeth and tongue sliding together almost violently. Having his hands on you again feels horrifyingly good, nauseatingly familiar. He’s hard, you can feel as he presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically into his mouth. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Matty groans, like he can’t help himself. “Makes me sick. Been fuckin’ dying for you, baby.”

“So hurry up,” you snap. “I know you’re here alone, but I have people who care, and not much time before one of them notices I’m missing.”

“Such a brat,” Matty teases. “Need a good fuck to shut you up, yeah? S’alright, baby. Daddy’s here now. Gonna give you what you need.” The bottom falls out of your stomach and his words, a helpless, strangled moan escaping you. “Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He… he wouldn’t understand. You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your mind dizzy with desire, the words spilling from your lips without permission.

You’d forgotten how it feels with him, how Matty gets you sick with lust, thick and palpable in the air of the small room. “Good girl,” he croons. “Bend over for Daddy, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You obey, the sight of your reflection sickening. You look fucked-out already, flushed red and panting. Matty’s hands come to rest on your hips, stroking appreciatively over the curve of your ass and pushing your too-short dress up around your hips. Torturously slow, he pulls your panties off, motioning for you to step out of them when they hit the floor. “I’m keeping these,” he says, slipping the scrap of lace into his pocket. “Something to remember you by, yeah?”

Wrapped up in his touch as you were, the reminder that this is a one-time thing shocks you like you’ve been doused with ice water. Right now, you don’t have a fucking clue why you even broke up, not when his fingers are so achingly close to your dripping core. “God, Matty, please!” you choke out, widening your legs desperately. 

“Give me a minute, baby. Missed this pretty cunt so much. Gotta make sure I don’t forget a thing, if this is the last time m’gonna get to have you.” He brushes his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the barest touch over your swollen clit. Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,” he promises, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You squirm, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. You hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, and before you can process, Matty slides into you, your knees buckling at the sudden fullness. “F-fuck,” you whimper, the feeling of being wholly surrounded by him familiar as he thrusts deep into you, pleasure cascading over your bones.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name,” Matty promises, shushing you soothingly as you whimper. His hips slam against yours, ecstasy flooding your veins as your thighs bash against the sink. He fists a hand in your hair, dragging you up to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are, falling apart on my dick. Right where you should be, hm?” he murmurs, heat flooding your belly as you watch yourself take his cock over and over. “He could never fuck you like this, huh? Whose girl are you, really?”

“M’yours, Daddy. Yours, still yours, all yours,” you babble, cunt clenching wantonly around him as his smirk grows and his pace speeds. You moan horrifyingly loud when he hits that spot inside of you, too dizzy with desire to control your noises.

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah? Can’t let anyone know what we’re doin’ in here, that this lying fucking bastard has you split open and begging on his cock.” He throws your words from your final fight back in your face, pinching your clit meanly and fucking you deep. You can’t hold back another whimpering scream, and he scoffs. “Needy little whore can’t keep quiet, huh?” he murmurs, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you suck on them, your moans muffled as saliva pools under your tongue.

Heat scorches through you, every thrust of Matty’s hips and grunt that falls from his lips sending an illicit spark of pure pleasure racing up your spine. You can’t think, can barely breathe, choked in desperate lust that drips out of you and soaks him. He’s right, you can’t remember anything but him, his name circling your head, denting your brain out of shape. Nothing but Matty, Matty, Matty. “This fuckin’ pussy drives me insane, baby. Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

His words cut through the fog in your mind as Matty slides his fingers free from your mouth to let you answer. “What do you mean?” you stammer, your disloyal heart skipping a beat.

“We had issues, yeah. But we were good together,” Matty murmurs, rubbing distracting circles into your clit, training you into giving the right response. “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last six months. About us.” He slams his hips against yours on the final word, pleasure roiling in your stomach, every muscle in your body stringing taut. “I want another try. I know it would be better this time. I’d be better,” he promises, nails digging possessively into your hips.

“Matty, I–” You’re at a loss for words. His face crumples almost imperceptibly; if you weren’t so attuned to him, you wouldn’t have known.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” You nod wildly, his circles over your clit getting tighter and faster and you whimper helplessly, but you don’t miss how he’s stopped meeting your eyes.

Ecstasy winds around your veins, sticky, hot desire pinning you still as Matty fucks into you. “Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp out, the tension in your body finally breaking, stars going supernova behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble, your entire body going limp as waves of pleasure swirl in your stomach and buffet your organs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,” he promises, and a split-second later you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the feeling of his cum spilling in your cunt sorely missing.

It takes a few moments before your legs have stopped shaking enough for you to stand, Matty supporting your waist as you clutch your abused muscles. “We should… I should get back out there,” you say, raking your fingers through your hair in an effort to tame it. You both look well-fucked, the question of how you’re going to explain your absence rattling around your mind. Matty meets your eyes one last time, looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“When you get bored of him, call me. I’ll be waiting.”

[toomuchracket]

i actually think i might be dead

[dadsinsuits]

Matti Klinge

[eyejuno]

him.

[riecaloca]

I've reached the point in my "not supporting taylor swift era" where I've gone from "I still respect her music a lot" to "Fuck her AND her music," and I think that's very sexy of me.

[lecoindecachou]

Regrettably, I really like "But Daddy I Love Him." It has Fearless vibes, which is probably why, but even the mess surrounding the song is weirdly compelling to me. Like, I've had this theory for a while that Taylor tries to date those perfect sons-in-law type cause those are the guys she thinks she should like but when it comes down to it her actual type is literally just John Mayer. You know, the pretentious bad boy rock star who looks like he never bathes...Well, to each their own I guess.

I also find it really interesting that this song marks the first time Taylor has ever actually publicly criticized her own fans, going as far as to call them vipers. And how fitting that she's never cared that they harass, doxx and intimidate people on her behalf but the second they have a problem with her dating a huge racist they need to mind their own fucking business, right Taylor? You can tell she was absolutely fuming that her fanbase would ever dare do anything but heap countless praises on her head and instead would try to tell her what to do and honestly she'd probably have a point about her love life being her business if a) the reason her fans hated MH wasn't that he's a huge racist (which she really buries the lead about in this song, you'd think they didn't like him because he's a 'bad boy' or whatever crap), and b) if she hadn't literally spent her entire career using her romantic life as a marketing ploy. Like, I'm sorry girl but you can't parasocial this hard with your fans and then be mad at them for being too invested in your love life, at a certain point you have to admit you created this situation yourself.

[that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you]

girlie has no right to say "1830s without all the racists" when she wrote a whole album pining after a racist man and throwing a tantrum about poc fans calling her out

and none of yall can tell me it's okay that it's over because she didn't redeem shit, and she is currently dating ANOTHER racist

I will never let yall forget how poc swifties were treated in this majorly white fandom during the mh era

[sojutrait]

well… on the bright side cowboy carter will be getting that aoty

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

“Poor Taylor, all she wanted to do was date a racist.” 🥺

Sorry, I can’t hear your “bitching and moaning” over the sounds of my country being bombed. Your complaints and laments over a bigoted man don’t mean anything next to the dead bodies of children in my home country that I’ve had to escape from.

Let’s get one thing clear: being racist is a bad thing.

Having to explain that to a fan base of mostly white people who are privileged is exhausting.

And hearing Taylor Swift call this a point of suffering for her is almost comical. I wonder how she would feel if she actually faced the dangers that people in the global south face on a daily basis.

[wreckedandpolemic]

okay but hear me out… questionable age gap sugar daddy matty

oh i’m seeing the vision… maybe it starts out as a hookup with you not realising he’s rich as hell and bringing him back to your shitty apartment and him trying not to judge but kind of being like “damn bitch you live like this?” dkdkfjd. and afterwards when you get to talking with his fingers tracing patterns across your leg and you sort of confess how you’re living paycheck to paycheck and don’t know if you’re gonna make your rent, thank him for giving you a night off from worrying about all of it.

anyway, you find out the next day that your rent is paid through the next three months and almost break down crying in gratitude. matty keeps sending you what he thinks are little gifts, extravagant jewellery and expensive wines, insists he doesn’t expect anything in return, but the sex is so good… lying on silk sheets he paid for wearing nothing but a pearl necklace he bought you, whimpering so good to me, daddy, as he fucks you into the mattress… delicious.

obviously, you end up essentially his kept girl, finally caving and letting him move you into a ridiculously expensive top-floor apartment after months of insistence that i can’t keep drivin’ to this neighbourhood, baby. my car’s gonna get stolen. and you’re so fucking happy and awed and spoilt, letting matty adore you and fuck you utterly dumb whenever he wants… dreamy <3

[toomuchracket]

i felt myself blushing when i saw this actually

[yarasdead]

mean matty. 18+

mean!matty who will take every opportunity to tease and deprive you of your orgasm.

who pushes your back to his chest, dismissing your whines when you feel his hard cock against you, just waiting to be freed from his boxers, and you wanting to be be filled up by it.

but, nope. matt pushes you further into him. "you better behave or else you're not coming at all tonight." he whispers against your ear. it makes him smug that he has so much control over you because the moment the words left his mouth about not coming you instantly stop your fidgeting.

mean!matty who relishes in the view of you becoming overworked and a begging mess. the shift he gets to see between you taking pleasure in the teasing to finding it pain to not being able to come all because he hasn't given you the word to do so yet.

mean!matty who spend far too long working on you just to make you a dumb incoherent slut. who then uses that against you when he ask questions, like if you're close or not, and how if you don't answer him or if you come without his permission with lead into a punishment.

mean!matty who secretly loves it when you disobey him, you're normally such a good girl for him. so, when it's too much for you to take and you come unexpectedly, you sob and apologize because you expect the punishment to be one of no orgasms.

but of course matty always has something up his sleeve, which is why exactly your punishment is being tied up with a vibrator directly angled to your clit. it's only enjoyable for a little while before you once again get overworked and overstimulated.

then is it up to mean!matty to decide if you've had enough of your punishment and learned your lesson.

but mean!matty never ends a session without some much needed soft aftercare!

mean!matty's final care at the end of all is you and your wellbeing. he'll untie you and immediately pull your limp body into his frame, telling you how well you were for him and what a good girl you, how loved and cherished you are by him. and after every punishment he always ask what you thought of it and it's relief to him that you enjoyed it, because despite your dynamic and the boundaries set he still worries if it's all too much for you!

mean!matty who never leaves your side, and takes you everywhere with him because he doesn't want you alone as your dropping. so that means he takes you into the bathroom as he runs a bath for the two of you. the kitchen afterwards, you're all cozy in one of his shirts, and attached to his hip as he gets water and a small snack for you to eat. who brings you into him the moment the two of you hit the bed.

mean!matty you are a softie at heart!

[cocaineheartz]

sad girl anthems

[eyejuno]

omg

[graciegoeskrazy]

healy reader instagram part 10 i think????

solo career theme with olivia fc

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y/nhealy ty london!!! you were incredible. now it’s time for you girl to go HOME. see you tomorrow Manchester!!

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fan1 MANCHESTER SHOW BOUT TO EATTTT

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y/nhealy life’s been good like really fucking good

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