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trumanbluee · 6 months

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if its not with you - matty healy

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!

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content: matty's away on tour, and you miss each other dearly

word count: 1.7k

warnings: phone sex! established relationship, afab oc, lmk if i missed anything! xx

a/n: hi!!!! im so sorry i havent been active at all recently i've been super busy with schoolwork, here's part one of a two part thing i wrote a little while ago !!! love u <3333

She stirred as she felt her phone vibrate on the bed beside her. Eyes still shut, sleep glueing them together, she blindly felt around the bed for it, gripping it with her freshly manicured hand once she’d found it.

Opening her eyes, she screwed her eyebrows together at the brightness of the screen, before the furrow quickly dissipated when she saw who’d disturbed her nap. Matty ❤️ was sprawled out on the top of her screen in bright white, and behind it a picture of her kissing him on the cheek, taken on their first date. Sitting up in the bed, she didn’t hesitate to accept the call.

Instantly, she heard a tired, “Hey baby,” ring out from the other side of the phone. She smiled as she pictured him in bed, rubbing his eye sleepily as he held his phone to his ear.

“Hi Matty,” she whispered through the phone, positioning her pillows at the head of her bed so she could sit back. “Did you just get back to your hotel?”

“Yeah,” she heard a soft exhale followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Long day.”

Her heart sank at the exhaustion that was so evident in his voice, and she just wished she was there with him.

He’d been touring for 6 months now, and had been away for far too long. She missed him dearly, and these phone calls, that lasted no longer than 10-15 minutes at best, simply weren’t enough.

She huffed, repositioning herself against her pillows before placing her phone back to her ear, “I’m sorry baby, I know you said you’d call but we don’t have to if you’re too tired. Just want you to take care of yourself, Matty.”

She heard him shuffling against his sheets, and hoped he was getting comfortable in order to fall asleep. She loved the calls where he’d fall asleep on facetime whilst she worked, her camera roll full of screenshots he didn’t know she had, of his soft, relaxed face.

He tutted, “Never, baby. Always wanna hear your voice after a long day. Just wish you were here instead of me havin’ to call ‘ya.”

She sighed, “I know babe, I miss you so much. When are you coming home again?” she asked, sure of the answer but wanting to hear the excitement in his tone as he said it.

“Three weeks, honey. Three weeks and then I’m never leavin’ you again.”

She laughed softly, “Yeah, I’m sure Jamie, the fans and the lads’d be happy to hear that. I can see the headlines now, ‘The 1975 breaks up because Matty refuses to ever leave his girlfriend again.’

She hears him chuckle down the phone, low and gruff, obviously strained and exhausted from the long day of rehearsals and performing.

“I just hope that picture I sent you’s enough to tide you over for another three weeks, hon.” She said cheekily, tracing a finger up the exposed skin of her thigh, where her shorts had ridden up.

She heard his breathe hitch slightly, and she imagined all the nights when he’d really missed her, where he’d pulled that picture up, probably saved in his ‘Baby ❤️’ album knowing him, and, laying amongst the soft white of the hotel bedding, shoved his hand into his boxers and tugged at his throbbing cock needily, until he came all over his hand. The thought made her ache, and she felt heat pooling between her thighs.

He laughed softly, “Yeah baby, it’s been getting me through the nights. You look so sexy honey, all dressed up in pretty lingerie for me.”

She whined softly, “Fuck, miss you, Matty. S’not the same without you here.”

“S’not the same? How’s it not the same, baby?” He asked cockily, knowing in which direction she was trying to steer the conversation.

She huffed, “Y’know what I mean.”

He laughed softly, repositioning himself to lie further down the bed. “Humour me babe, tell me what’s not the same.”

Having discarded her pyjama shorts, she lay with her head on the pillows, tracing lazy patterns along the soft skin of her thighs and stomach. “Fingers can’t reach all the spots you do, Matty. Need you here to help.”

He tutted in faux sadness, “Oh my poor baby, let me see if I can help you now, huh? Why don’t you lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She obeyed, hurriedly pulling her favourite pair of underwear, light blue, adorned with yellow daisies, down her thighs, using her right foot to fling them somewhere in the room.

“You good, honey? Lyin’ down f’me?” he asked, making sure she’d done what he had told her to.

She hummed a yes, waiting to be given her next instructions.

“Want you to start by playing with your clit a little bit, okay baby?

She quickly put her phone on speaker, laying it on the pillow beside where her head was propped up, before she snaked a hand down her body, moaning softly as her index finger began rubbing soft circles on her throbbing clit.

“Good girl.” He spoke, slightly breathless. She could just make out the sound of him unbuckling his belt, making her thighs clench at the thought of him stroking his thick length.

“Actually, baby, can you prop your phone up somewhere I’ll be able to see you? Can you do that, honey?

She nodded, though she knew he couldn’t see her, and opted to prop her laptop up against the end of her bed, receiving a facetime request from Matty mere seconds later. Pressing ‘accept’ in record time, she scrambled to resume her previous position, being sure to spread her legs as wide as she could, just to make sure Matty could see as much of her as possible.

Drawing lazy circles on her clit, the facetime finally connected, and she was met with Matty’s tired face, though she couldn’t tell if his eyes were hooded from sheer sleepiness, or horniness. Every thought wiped from her brain when he registered what was on the screen in front of him, flashing her a wide grin at the sight of her spread-legged for him.

“Oh honey, such a good girl for me, doing what I tell you when I can’t even see it.”

She nodded, feeling her cunt get stickier as he watched her actions, speeding up slightly.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me sweetheart… Pussy’s so fucking pretty. Think you can fuck yourself with your fingers f’me now baby? Yeah?” He asked, though the questions were rhetorical. They were both well aware she would do just about anything and everything that he asked her to.

However, she nodded nonetheless, looking at his pretty face on the screen in front of her as she brought the hand that wasn’t occupied with her clit down to tease her hole, swirling her index finger around the entrance teasingly.

“Fuck, baby. S’that feel good? Huh?” He asked, though he received only soft moans and needy whines of his name in response, as she finally pushed a singular digit into her now soaking cunt.

He threw his head back, eyebrows screwing together as he swiped a thumb across the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum down the vein that ran along his length. Giving it three quick pumps, he began to slowly slide his fist up and down at the same time she pressed her fingers, having added a second not long after the first, into her tight pussy, a squelching sound reverberating from his laptop and around his hotel room.

“Fuck,” He said breathlessly, “Such a good girl, baby. Takin’ those fingers so well f’me. Miss you so much, wish I was there with you right now honey.” He rambled, fist pumping his cock quicker now, as she slammed her fingers into her hole, right hand rapidly swiping across her clit as you brought yourself closer and closer to her orgasm, with Matty coaching her through it.

“M-matty, feels so good!” She stuttered out, head thrown back against her pillows as her orgasm got closer and closer.

He groaned as he watched her, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure as he fisted his slick length.

“C’mon baby, you - fuck, you’ve got it baby. Can you cum f’me? “He spoke, though he had to try his hardest to speak in a way that was understandable, eyebrows furrowing as his orgasm approached alongside hers.

“F-fuck!” She moaned, legs clenching together around her hands as she came, body jolting. Almost as though the two are connected, Matty’s body tightens, and thick ropes of cum decorate his lower stomach as he groans loudly, head thrown back against his pillows.

Silence filled both rooms, with nothing but heavy breathes from both sides of the room to fill it. Her chest rises rapidly, hair sticking to her forehead. She reaches down, still silent, and fishes her laptop from the bottom of the bed, placing it on the side of the bed that Matty would usually occupy. Turning on her side to face the computer, she sees that he’s had the same idea, and is now lying beneath the duvet, curls messy and out of place, hooded eyes staring back at her through the screen.

She smiles sleepily, though it’s midday for her and night-time for him; her sleep schedule had been messed up by consequence of her trying to catch his shows via livestream. He smiles back, eyes lidded and eyebrows relaxed.

“I love you, baby.” He says, eyebrows lifted, softening his fatigued features, before he smiles cheekily. “See, all you needed was a bit of help, huh honey?”

This causes her to laugh softly, head turning into her pillow to muffle the sound. She shrugs the best she can in her position, “I love you too Matty. Would’ve been better with the real thing here though.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly at this, as if reminded of the fact that he’s looking at her through a screen, and she isn’t actually in his bed right now.

“I know sweetheart, just three more weeks, yeah? We can do it, honey. We’ve gone this long.” Just then, he checks the time, mumbling a low “Shit”. “Sorry honey, I gotta go to sleep now. I love you, I’ll see you in three weeks.”

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thecynthh · 8 months

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STARSTURNS - M.S

summery - going out to a concert with one of y/n friends, a weird turn is taken when matt makes a move.

notes - SMUT, ROCKSTAR MATTY POOOOO, guys im a virgin idk how sex works MADE FOR MY GIRLY @ihrtchris love u girl hope the wait was worth it <3 NOT PROOFREAD

a/n - guys it looked longer than it is i promise

also the bolded parts during the concert means its the song lyrics, also i love this song

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the bustling noises of a busy kitchen fill my ears as i hear people shout and flames crackle. “so i think i'll have a sweet tea and a number 6 please.” i ask the waiter as she takes my order.

“of course ma’am and for you?” cadence’s eyes swept over the whole menu again before speaking.

“lemonade and a number 2 please!” the waiter nodded towards us and walked off to the kitchen.

“hey are you busy tonight? i’m free and have nowhere to go, was hoping you knew about a party or something later.” i knew cay would know about any parties happening tonight, she was an epic journalist and worked for the editorial company i was at.

“hm, come to think of it, no, i don’t think so. didn’t get an invite, i guess all the famous people are taking a break from being bitchy and petty.” i laugh at her statement about the rich and famous, we’ve met countless celebrities and models and almost all of them were like cay said, bitchy and petty.

“come onnnn the one night i'm free from work and there’s nothing happening.” i drop my head dramatically on the table, careful not to hit the ketchup and mustard.

“well….” cadence trailed off.

“well what???” i almost break my neck looking up at her.

“i mean i saw a poster for this band, and they are playing at pacific square if you wanna go watch it, im down if you are.” cadence offered.

“a concert? im not sure, i mean if the guys are cute” i joked.

“ouh girl, i sure can tell you they are so hot.” she pulls out her phone looking through her photos. she taps on it and shows it to me. oh shit. they were really hot.

the one thing that cay forgot to mention was that the band that was playing in our home town was starsturns. “WAIT! you mean starsturns is playing here??”

“okay, im convinced, i think i just found my husband.” i practically threw cay’s phone back to her, feeling a small piece of drool develop on the corner of my mouth looking at the drummer.

“show starts at 8 i’ll be at your house with the uber.” cay says slipping her phone back into her pocket

“holy shit i can’t believe we are going to see starsturns!!!”

the ding of a bell goes off and we see the waiter sway towards us with our plates of food. i guess i have plans tonight.

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getting to the venue was a little troubling due to the death inducing trafic we were stuck in but cay is very much a hardass so when we did get to the venue she shoved her way to the front.

“move your asses, two super fans over here!!!” cay’s enthusiasm scares people which lets us pass through sort of easily.

being right at the rails that has to be only a metre away from the stage gets me riled up, we hear the curtains draw and and the stage lights get low.

the sun just started to set and the neon flashes of their large stage lights flicker at the audience. the leader singer and lead guitarist chris looks behind him peering over his shoulder to the audience. the girls yelled and shouted, he was definitely a lady killer.

chris began strumming his guitar in a steady pace as his brother nick, on the bass, keeps a steady beat emerging from the shadows.

a slow rhythm on the drums begin to build up, slowly getting faster and with each tap of the snare the lights get brighter, and brighter.

matt is revealed to the fans in such an epic way as the fans, including me and cadence goes crazy.

the crash of matt’s cymbals begins their set list as their first song begins.

time seemed to have lasted forever as they now have moved to a couple of slower songs that are more lyric focused. i throw my head back as i belt the lyrics living in pure harmony. this was my favourite song and i wanted to soak up every moment.

chris noticed and waved a hand towards cadence and i letting security know to let us onto the stage. i shake cadence to snap her out of her little trance and yank her to the small stairs that lead up the stairs, a smile graces chris’ face as we run up to him.

cay takes his hand as he spins her around, i stand back trying not to get hit by her long hair. i try to cover my mouth as i giggle a little seeing her have her moment with her favourite group member. i start skipping around the stage still keeping up with the song soon coming up to nick as he keeps his eyes on me as his bass still continues strumming.

i lock eyes with matt, coming over to the back of his drum kit and wrapping my arms around his neck,

“i dont wanna lose you now,

im looking right at the other half of me”

i sang my heart out as i hug matt while he kept his hand and foot trained on the instrument. he detaches the mic that was for his vocals and passes it to me, im a little shocked by his action but understand what he wants from me.

i take the mic and start to sing.

“show me how to fight for now,

and i tell you baby it was easy”

i felt alive. my idols and i sing this song with our hearts. i belt and add accents to my voice and really feel myself in the song. i bring the mic down to matt as we both sing into the mic as chris and matt begin to chant “you are, you are the love of my life” underneath my vocals letting me take the lead on the song.

“you are my reflection, and all i see is you”

the song ends and i’m panting from using an excessive amount of air for singing and from prancing around. matt and my eyes never leave each other caught up in the moment.

“give it up to y/n and cadence for singing this song with us!” chris yells into the mic. he holds up his signature rock n’ roll sign showing it to the fans, “thank you guys for coming out here tonight! love you all, have a good night!” with the last echo of his message to the fans the curtains move down and everything but the crowd lights turn off, still providing light for those going home.

i hop down from matt’s little stage leaving the microphone i’ve been using on a table that was next to matt and meet up with cay at the front of the stage.

cay was engaged in a conversation with nick and chris, talking to them like they’ve been friends since forever.

“oh my gosh, thank you for letting us up on stage like that chris!” i knew cay was fangirling underneath her cool calm and collected front.

don’t get me wrong, chris is very attractive, but simply not my type. i didn’t feel as strongly about him as i did with matt.

“oh come on you guys are great singers! especially you y/n.” chris says as i walk over, i feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me with that compliment.

“ah- thank you but it’s getting late, cay call an uber i’ll meet you by the gates in a second, just gotta run to the bathroom.

i pat my pockets checking for my phone that wasn’t there. i make a quick run to matt checking his whole set up for it. when i pick it up i immediately get caught in someone’s hand.

matt’s muscular hand grips my bare arm causing all my attention to look up to the man above me. “hey,” his voice is lower so his brothers don’t hear. “we are staying at a hotel tonight then sightseeing tomorrow, we’ll be in town for a night or two. we thought we’d visit our parents and take in the home town scene again before we travel again. was wondering if you wanted to come with me to our hotel.”

“you can come to my house-“ i blurt out. “m-more privacy and it’s not that far from here or whatever your hotel is. i can get you back there just in time for your brothers to wake up…”

“ah, sounds like a plan, we just gotta take our equipment to our bus then i’ll meet you there, how does twelve sound?” he nods understanding my intentions.

“uh yeah! sounds good, wait lemme give you my numb-“

“oh doll, don’t worry about that, gotta be a little careful with who you leave your phone around,” he winks as his grip on me loosens and falls.

i almost ran out of the venue, finding cadence and the uber waiting outside on the street. “girl come on!” she waves me in letting the uber driver know where we were going.

i close the door behind me gripping my hands very hard on my phone. cay rests and hand atop mine and looks at me with concern. “hey, what’s up?”

“matt just- matt- matt invited me to their hotel.. but now we are meeting at my house at twelve.” my eyes are trained on the headrest in front of me.

“YOU WHAT, HE- HE WHAT????” cay starts freaking out as much as i would’ve if i hadn’t been in such a state of shock.

“yuuuup,” the uber slows down getting stopped close to my house. “i have his number in my phone, he said he was going to come when i text him my address.” i open my car door seeing as we’ve stopped right in front of my house.

“all the details tomorrow morning at work !!” she yells as i exit the car, waving thank you to the driver from outside the car i walk to my house to finally freak out.

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK was i doing?? no way am i about to have a one night stand with the drummer of sturnstars, one of my favourite bands

i pull my phone out of my pocket to see a new contact that was put in named “hot drummer” with a new number.

y/n

you shared your location with “hot drummer”

hot drummer (matt s)

otw!

not too long after i hear the doorbell ring throughout my house and i quickly rush to my front door. taking a deep breath in and out i push down on the large handle seeing matt on the other side of the door.

matt leans on the side of my door frame looking as delicious as ever. “hey” a smirk grows on his face as he scans my body. the black cropped long sleeve i was wearing was getting clawed at by my long done up nails. my skirt was barely covering my ass and showed a lot of my legs.

he looked at me like i was his last meal. he launches himself off the door frame as i take him by the hand, leading him to my bedroom.

he looks around at the posters on the wall, one including their old tour one. his finger glides across the arctic monkeys and slipknot ones.

“so you're a fan?” he asks coming to sit next to me.

“yeah you could say that, i’m not crazy tho, some girls are worse. if i’m being honest i didn’t even know you guys were coming here.” i say truthfully

“so if i do this,” he leans and kisses me, sparks fly in my stomach. “you’ll be okay with it.”

“and if this happens,” his hand undoes the clasp and zipper on my mini skirt, “you’ll be okay with it?”

his lips touch mine as i help him moves my skirt down to the floor as i hold the hem of his shirt pulling to take it off. my long sleeve and bra meet the floor not too far after matt’s shirt.

he manoeuvres on top of me now pressing his raging hard on top of my heat. “please matt,” i say in a whiny voice, feeling more anxious and excited.

“please what princess?” he teases.

“please fuck me,” my hand snakes to the nape of his neck as i pull him in for a kiss. his fingers clad with rings, slip into my panties as he makes cold contact with his thumb onto my clit, my eyes roll back feeling him circle around my hole before plunging in.

“oh- god matt please don’t stop,” i moan feeling him pump in and out of me. a familiar knot builds and snaps quickly due to the constant stimulation.

“mhh, come on babe, give it to me” i squeeze around his fingers hard before i cum all over his fingers. “good job baby, you did so well, you ready for me?” i nod frantically as he sticks his fingers into my mouth for me to taste myself, letting me such on his two fingers while he tugs on my panties making the small fabric keeping the whole thing together come unloose.

he's quick to undo his cargo pants letting the baggy material fall, and he tugs down his boxers letting his length spring out. i

“what the fuck, that is not going to fit in me?!?” he laughs at my surprise, pumping up and down on his monster dick.

“hey, i’ll take it slow, tonights ‘bout you.” he says hovering over me, “just tell me if it’s too much, alright?” he lines himself up and just puts the tip in, i arch my back in ecstasy feeling so full already.

“fuck, matt keep going.” he takes this as an invitation to push all the way in. my moans only become more airy as he gets deeper and deeper.

he gets more confident in his movement and keeps a steady pace, he lifts my leg, folding it by my knee, letting him hit a new spot.

“mhhh, matt don’t stop.” his pace is steady with him constantly hitting my g-spot, “i-i-”

i couldn’t even get my sentence out before i completely collapsed underneath his arms, letting myself go. “you did such a good job pretty girl, can i cum in you?”

“YES, yes matt please!” a slight feeling of overstimulation washes over me as matt grunts and shoots his load into me, falling onto my bed next to me.

“ah, come on, let's get cleaned up. nick and chris are gonna be wondering where i am.”

who knew, maybe dating a drummer isn’t that bad.

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graciegoeskrazy · 3 months

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if i believe u

matty healy + daughter!r (ft. gabbriette, charli, and george!)

warnings: angsty asf but what did u except, matty says he regresas being a dad, step moms(???), queen gabbriette, shitty matty, lying, yelling, a curse word or two, just general family angst, longest one if written in awhile, george n charli

a/n: first matty daughter r in awhile but 5 SEPERATE PEOPLE ASKED FOR THIS so i had to do it obvi. btw im not hating on gab she’s actually the hero of this story i will not tolerate gabbriette slander only matty slander eheheh. ty to my lovely anons who requested it makes me happy🤭

r is about 13 ish

Your dad said him and Gabby were going out to dinner while you were at your end of the year dance. It was an event for middle schoolers, nothing crazy, but they figured they’d take advantage of a couple hours to themselves by having a romantic dinner out. He said they’d be home well before you ended your night, and to just text when you got home.

“I’m home!”

You were met with no answer. You didn’t think much about it and went to your room, starting to take off your jewelry from the night.

“Hey, dancing queen.” He said, appearing in the doorway.

You smiled at his comment, looking back at him. “How was dinner?” You asked.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Good…really really good.”

You thought his response was interesting, but didn’t look to much into it, just taking off your heels from the evening.

“Where’s Gabby?” You asked.

“Bedroom. Thought i’d talk to you in private for a second.”

You turned back suddenly. “About what?” He chuckled when your face turned to worry so quickly.

“Nothing bad. Don’t worry. No one is dead.”

You smiled back, crossing your arms. “Then what is it?”

He looked down at his hands, specifically one finger.

He rarely wore new rings, always sticking to the same ones. You quickly noticed he was grazing over a new one.

One that laid on a certain finger.

You already knew your answer, but you asked anyway, “What’s that?”

He showed a coy smile, while examining the ring on his own finger. “An engagement ring.” He said, smiling.

A part of himself couldn’t believe it. You definitely couldn’t believe it either.

“You’re engaged?” You asked, voice quiet.

“Yeah,” He said, with a faded breath. “Yeah honey, I am.”

Your voice became quiet. “To Gabby?”

“Yeah.” His smile wouldn’t go away. He hasn't smiled like that in so long. A part of you wanted to take a picture of it. Another part of you wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Wow.” was all you could say at the moment.

You spoke after a second of silence. “Are you sure about this dad?”

“About what? Marrying the love of my life?”

He started to get defensive right away. “I mean, Dad, I don’t know her.” You let out a short laugh and smile, as if that should’ve been obvious. “Yeah, she’s been nothing but nice but, you haven't been dating for even a year? And now what? She’s gonna move in with us?”

You saw his face turn. “No, we’re moving in with her.” He said quickly.

You couldn’t believe it. And the fact that he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world made it harder. “Wh-what about London?”

He started to look anywhere but at you. “We’re gonna move to the states, baby.”

He can’t be serious.

You blinked at him, unsure if this was a dream. “So…I get zero say in this?”

He scoffed. “God forbid I try and give you some stability in life- a family.”

Your blood started to boil. “She’s not even old enough to be my mother.”

“Y/n Healy!”

“And what stability? My life has been a faltering mess since you’ve opened your mouth!” Your voice was now at ten, his not far behind.

“Do not talk to me like that young lady.” He stood straighter, in full authoritative dad mode.

“Don’t talk like what? Don’t tell the truth?” His eyebrow quirked. “You know full well the reason people dropped me, or the reason I had to switch friend groups is because of the stupid shit you’ve said.” He sighed, he knew you were right about that one. “Dad, it’s not that you’re getting married, it’s the fact that you didn’t even think to tell me!”

“I thought you would be happy! This is good news!”

“What about this conversation we’re having screams ‘happiness’?” You said while gesturing between the two of you.

“Oh, so you hate Gabby?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t hate Gabby- I never said I did!”

“Oh so, you just don’t want me to marry her. You don’t want me to be happy.” He started to get protective, voice full of venom.

“I never said that ethier!” You were growing tired.

“Then what is it?”

You felt that it was painfully obvious, but clearly not. “Dad, my whole life is here. My school, my only friends, my home, and you’re just gonna take that away from me in an instant? Without any warning?” He started getting angry. You kept going.

“You didn’t even think about asking me!”

“I wouldn’t have to think about asking if you weren’t here!”

And there it was. The truth. The thought you’ve been dreading to hear since the moment you found out your existence wasn’t exactly planned. The straw that broke the camels back. The words you knew were always true, but never thought you’d actually hear him say.

Your world went blurry after that. Gabbriette stormed in, yelling “Matty!”, and shielding you from your father and any other personal or verbal attacks he might make, but the truth was that he recognized his mistake right after he said it.

He promised himself, right after you were born, he would never make you feel like a mistake. A burden. He wouldn’t be one of those dads. But here he was, frozen. Standing in front of his fiancé while she hold his baby girl, sobbing, because of his words. Because he made her feel that way.

You cried into her. She held you close. Your father slowly became aware of his mistakes and what he had done. Gabbriette looked at him, still holding on tight to you. “Get out.”

He swallowed. “I didn’t mean-“

“Get out Matthew.” She said sharply.

He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

It felt like the weight of the world came crashing down on your shoulders. The truth, finally free, so heavy that you couldn’t keep up anymore, you came falling down with it.

Gabby knew he didn’t entirely mean it. But, her focus was on the task at hand. And that was getting you back to feeling safe. You sobbed and sobbed into her, the cries getting more violent over time. “It’s alright, i’ve got you.” She brought you to the bed, soothing you and kissing your head gently. “I’m right here.”

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Matty woke up the next morning with a raging headache. He turned to find his fiancé’s side of the bed empty and cold. He sighed.

The knocks wouldn’t stop. He begrudgingly leapt out of bed and to the front door. When he opened the door he was met with Charli and George, standing side by side. Both still in lounge clothes but Charli wide awake, compared to George who looked half asleep.

“What did you do to your daughter now?” She asked, crossing her hands over her chest, voice full of power.

Matty tried rubbing his eyes awake, but it was no use. “What?” he asked, voice full of sleep.

Charli ignored him and flew past him through the house. “You think my kid was really capable of keeping her mouth shut? Baby?! Auntie Charli is here!!!”

George, still in his sleepy state, met his friend, closing the door behind him. “What did you do man?”

Matty sighed, putting his hands over his eyes to block out the peaks of sun coming in as he made his way to the living room. “I messed up.”

George rolled his eyes, “Well clearly because Charli wouldn’t wake me at 7am if it wasn’t important.”

Matty groaned and leaned back. “How did she even know?”

George shrugged, “Your girl must’ve texted ours.” Matty hummed. “She swore to y/n she wouldn’t tell us, but she was worried about what you said to her. Came crying to us this morning.”

George patted him on the shoulder and started to leave the room. “I’m making coffee. Go put pants on and then tell me what happened.”

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earlier that morningr - 4am

You only left your bed once after the fight and it was only to change out of your dress from the dance and into pjs Gabbriette gathered for you after much convincing that you’d be more comfortable.

She brushed your hair back and into a ponytail. When she tried to leave after you finally settled, you begged her in your sleepy state to stay.

So she did.

Come 4 am, you were wide awake. Unable to get your fathers words out of your mind. “Are you awake?” You said.

“Yeah.” She said.

It took you a second but she spoke. “I’m sorry, Gabby.”

She opens her eyes and turned to face you, grabbing your face softly with one hand in the process. “You have nothing to apologize for, y/n-”

You started crying at the gesture. “I don’t hate you! I swear I don’t! He’s lying-“

She shushed you. “I know you don’t, sweet girl. He’s just trying to get in your head after everything.”

You slowly nodded and she sighed. “You need to know that you did nothing wrong. Ever.”

Your cries turned to sniffles. “Yes I did.”

“What did you do?”

“I existed?”

She knew this is how you really felt, and it hurt her so much to realize that the person who was supposed to be the love of her life did this to his own daughter. He made you feel this way. Nothing or no one else. “Honey, that’s not true.”

“Yes it is. He said it!”

“Well what he said was wrong.” She said frim, yet caring. “No doubt about it.”

The sniffles slowly softened even more over time. After a minute or two in comfortable silence, you spoke. “I hope you still love him though.”

She laughed, not expecting your honest remark. “Unfortunately, I still do. With all my heart.” She didn’t miss the smile that danced on your lips. “Go back to sleep. I don’t need him clouding your thoughts when you’re trying to get your beauty rest.”

You closed your eyes, snuggling closer to her, hand quickly grazing over hers in the process. “Damn girl, that’s a big fucking rock.” You said.

She laughed and smiled.

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She explained everything to Chali when she woke them up the next morning. You hid in the bed, crying. You had thought so but she did confirm that she was eavesdropping the entire time. You didn’t mind though. She had your back and that was all that matters.

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Matty sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the framed picture he held in his hands. Your bright, innocent smile seemed to mock him, reminding him of the days when you would run into his arms after school, eager to share every detail of your day, no matter how mundane it was.

He thought about how you stood by him, through it all. It didn’t matter if it was family issues, band drama, or even his drug addiction. He loved the fact he didn’t have to pretend to be someone for you, not a rockstar, a perfect son or friend, just Dad, your Dad. And for a very very very long time, that was all you needed.

The house felt colder, quieter. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, and stood up.

It was time. Gabbriette had left for some errands earlier that morning, making a point to look your father dead in the eyes and telling him to ‘man up and do it.’ Truthfully, he couldn’t let another day pass without trying to bridge the gap between the two of you. With determined steps, he walked down the hallway to your room. He knocked gently on the door, the sound echoing louder than he anticipated in the silent house. “Baby? Can we talk?” he called, his voice wavering slightly. No response. He knocked again, a little louder this time.

“Baby girl, please. I just want to talk.”

Still nothing. He sighed, leaning his forehead against the door. “I’m coming in,” he said softly, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

You were sitting at your desk, your back to him, headphones on, absorbed in a sketchpad. Your long curly hair, nearly identical to the ones Matty used to embrace, cascaded down your back, slightly hiding your face from him. He took a step inside, the creak of the floorboard announcing his presence.

“Y/n?” he tried again, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t turn around. He could see your shoulders tense, though, and he knew you heard him. Guilt twisted in his stomach, but he pressed on.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. For everything.”

There was a flicker of movement; you paused your drawing but didn’t remove your headphones. Matty felt a pang of desperation.

“I know I’ve made mistakes. Big ones. And I know I’ve hurt you,” he continued, his voice cracking. “I was so caught up in my own problems that I didn’t see how it was affecting you. And for that, I’m truly sorry.”

He watched as your hand gripped the pencil tighter. It was a small reaction, but it was something. He took another step closer, now standing just a few feet behind you.

“I miss you,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I miss our talks, our laughs. I miss my daughter.”

Slowly, you reached up and removed your headphones, placing them carefully on the desk. You didn’t turn to face him, but your silence spoke volumes. Matty took it as an invitation to continue.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. Or even talk to me. I just… I just needed you to know how sorry I am.”

There was a long pause. Matty felt the weight of the silence pressing down on him, each second stretching into an eternity. He opened his mouth to say something else but then closed it, unsure of what more he could add.

Finally, you spoke, voice barely a whisper. “You can’t just say sorry and expect everything to be okay.”

Your words, though quiet, felt like a punch to his gut. He nodded, though you couldn’t see him. “I know,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I know.”

“It’s not that simple, Dad,” Your voice broke slightly. “You hurt me. A lot.”

He felt tears welling up in his eyes. “I know I did. And I hate myself for it. But I love you, darling. More than anything in the world. You know that.”

You finally turned around, eyes red and filled with tears. You looked at him for a long moment, searching his face for something—truth, perhaps, or sincerity. Your dad held his breath, afraid to move, afraid to break whatever fragile connection you had in that moment.

“You said you regret having me,” you said, voice trembling. “That you wished I wasn’t here- How do you expect me to forgive that?”

His heart shattered at your words. He knelt down beside your chair, looking up at you. “Darling, I was wrong. I was so wrong. I was overwhelmed and stressed, and I lashed out in the worst possible way. I didn’t mean it. Not for a second.”

You looked up, blinking away the tears streaming down your face. “But you said it. You can’t just take it back.”

“I know,” he said, voice breaking. “I know I can’t. But please believe me when I say I didn’t mean it. I love you more than anything in this world. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Matty felt desperation clawing at him. “I’ve been a terrible father, y/n. I let my own problems cloud my judgment. But I want to change. I need to change. For you. For us. That’s why maybe this whole engagement thing isn’t a bad idea?”

You sniffled again, giving a serious look, “I don’t hate Gabby.”

He sighed, “I know you don’t-“

“You really hurt me, Dad.” Your eyes were filled with pain and tears.

He nodded, tears streaming down his face. “I know, sweetheart. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right. Just… please give me a chance.”

You looked down at your work, fingers tracing the lines you’d drawn. Matty watched you, his heart aching for a sign of hope.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” you said softly. “Not yet.”

Matty nodded, his heart heavy. “I understand,” he said gently. “I’m not asking you to. I just want you to know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked at him, eyes searching his face. “Do you really mean it?” you asked, voice small. “That you’re sorry?”

Matty met your gaze, his eyes filled with tears, and smiled. “With all my heart,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry, my love.”

You held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded, a single tear sliding down your cheek. “Okay,” you whispered. “We’ll see.”

Matty smiled through his tears, a small, hopeful smile. It was a start, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. And for now, that was enough.

#I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE #THX ANONSSSSSSS #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #george daniel

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hrryshoney · 6 months

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#1 😏😏

oh i got youuuu, sorry this is so late but i hope u enjoy friend :) i have severe writers block so let’s see if i can pull myself out

1. “What if I just continued to rile you up?”

It has been a night. Matty had brought you out for a night with the guys, a little bar and some karaoke. You knew you would have a good time regardless, but when you heard Charli was going to be there it sealed the deal for you. Why would you ever miss out on a night with your closest, and most fun, friends?

But now, you were wishing you had declined his offer. Not because you weren’t having fun, but because Matty wouldn’t know self control if it slapped him in the face.

When he had a few drinks in him, Matty was all over you. But he knew what he was doing. And that almost made it worse. That the alcohol hadn’t in fact been muddling his brain, and that he just loved to tease you. Whether he was burying his face in your neck to press kisses up the expanse of your skin, or if he had his arms wrapped around you practically hanging off your body.

Or, when he had his hand on your thigh. Innocent enough, he was caught in conversation with somebody you couldn’t remember the name of. He trailed his fingers up and down your leg, tapping them lightly every so often. You were fine with it, happily zoning out looking at one of the TV screens above the bar.

But then he started moving his hand higher up your thigh, the fabric of the skirt you were wearing getting slowly bunched at your waist. You turned your head to look at him, realizing he was still fully immersed in his conversation. What you could see, though, was that hint of a smirk on his face. And then you knew, he knew what he was doing. And he was having fun with it.

Your hand moved from where it was resting under your thigh to grab his, smoothing your palm on the back of his hand. When he didn’t stop, you squeezed him, trying to intertwine your fingers with his. Matty moved his hand so it was on top of yours, squeezing back and then moving your own back beside yourself.

You assumed he was done then. Until his hand moved back to the exact spot he was previously in. Rubbing circles into your upper thigh, and pressing down when he felt you squirming in the booth. His friend payed no mind to you, as what was happening all took place out of sight. Matty’s hands moved diligently below the table.

He kept this up for what felt like hours, and Matty’s friend just talked so much. You had to say something, or else you would go insane. “Matty?” You looked over at him, trying to cross your legs. You were stopped when you felt his hand tense, his strength not allowing you to complete the action.

When Matty looked back at you with a winning smile, you knew you were in for it. “Yeah, honey?” He tilted his head as he looked at you, and you were all too aware of his friend watching the conversation. You kicked his foot under the table, and Matty’s hand only moved higher up your thigh, his foot lightly brushing your ankle. “What do ya need?”

You knew he only had three drinks max tonight, and he just wanted to watch you squirm. You cast your eyes to the man across from you, then back to Matty. You squinted at him and bit your lip, hoping he would get your message without you having to spell it out for him. “Can we talk, please?” You pouted your lip out, fluttering your lashes at him. You saw him bite the inside of his cheek, raising his glass to his lips with his other hand to hide the expression on his face.

Matty regained his composure, letting his attention leave you to turn back forwards. “Luke, mate, can you give us a minute? I mean,” Matty looked at you from the corner of his eye, purposely lowering his tone. “Women, am I right?” He smiled condescendingly, and you watched Luke’s eyes go wide in understanding with a nod. You clenched your jaw and looked at Matty, lightly punching his shoulder.

“Fuck you.” You said, a giggle slipping through your serious facade. Matty flicked you back, his hand still not leaving the spot on your thigh. Your skin felt warm, now.

“Oh, you know you want to.” There was that grin again. You rolled your eyes, and you felt your skirt moving again. You looked down at Matty’s hand, and realized the better half of your legs were now completely on display. Though they were hidden by the table and booth, you were still in a public space. With people.

“Not here.” You said in a sing song voice, scooching away from him in the booth. Though, his hand still lingered on your leg. You could never truly reject him. “Don’t tease me.” You whined, throwing your head back against the wood backing. “You just want a rise out of me.”

Matty raised his eyebrows at you, a look of faux offense crossing his face. He brought his free hand up to his heart. “What do you take me for?” He chuckled at the expression on your face, still massaging your thigh. You swore you could feel him touch the fabric of your panties. Your hand came down firmly on the table.

“Matty!” You squeaked out, almost too high. You checked your surroundings, but realized everyone was either too drunk or immersed in the loud music to care. “I take you for a tease. Now, knock it off.” You tried to keep your expression stern, but it faltered when you felt his breath fan across your neck.

“Aw, baby.” He pouted his lips at you, speaking in an almost patronizing tone. “What if i just continue to rile you up, huh?” Matty’s fingers tucked themselves under the waistband of your underwear, fingernails lightly scratching your abdomen. “What are you gonna do about it?” He leaned in, nose skimming across your cheek. He licked his lips, and you rolled yours between your mouth as to not let a sound slip out.

Matty lowered his head, pressing kisses to your collarbone. Lightly sucking the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing the area. His hands continued their path, and you could feel the pad of his fingers on your clit. Barely touching, but making your mouth fall open. “I- Matty.” You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip hard.

Matty’s fingers circled your clit, then dipping down to gather the wetness from your hole. “Be good for me, maybe I’ll let you cum.” You nodded your head at him mindlessly. He smirked, fingers continuing their assault. He rubbed his middle and ring through your slit, coming back up to pinch your clit. You let out a quiet whine, looking around quickly to make sure no one was in ear shot.

He somehow leaned in even closer to you, his breath on your ear causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Fucking slut getting stuffed with my fingers in public.” He took two fingers down to your entrance, circling there before thrusting them inside of you. Your eyes went wide, and you tried to bring your hand up to your mouth as casually as possible. “Don’t want them to hear you? But you’re so eager for it. Should at least let them hear how good I make you feel.” His dark brown eyes were almost black now, fingers moving in and out of you at a steady pace. His thumb coming to press down on your clit.

You shook your head, “O-only you. Only you get to hear me.” You don’t know how you managed, but you pushed the sentence out. You tried to clench your thighs, but Matty’s strong hand was in the way. His opposite hand coming down to rest on your thigh, prying them apart.

“That’s right, baby. Only me. Only I get to hear you, and see you, and fuck you. Only I get to treat you like the whore you are, right?” Matty’s tone made you dizzy, but you couldn’t help but agree with him. It was the truth. It was only ever him. You slightly bucked your hips into his hand, punching his fingers deeper inside of you. He pulled them out for a second, pinching your clit and then shoving them back inside of you.

“Matty,” You lowered your voice, head falling on his shoulder. Your chest was heaving. “I need to cum, please. Please let me.” You pleaded, needing to feel release. His fingers sped up, and the pressure on your clit increased. You spread your legs further for him, and you were so close you could practically taste it.

Then, it stopped. Matty’s fingers were out of you, all contact from your clit was gone. His hand left your thigh, and your panties. You opened your eyes and looked over at him, the feeling of pleasure now dissipating from your stomach. You were sure you looked crazy. “Alright, darling?” He asked, smile on his face as he brought his digits to his mouth to lick his fingers.

“Are you fucking serious?” Your tone was incredulous. You felt shaky from your ruined orgasm. Looking around once more to make sure nobody’s attention was on you. “All that just to stop.” You chuckled, knowing you sounded like a brat.

“I told you if you were my good girl that I might let you cum.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Matty moved, slowly getting out of the booth. “Gonna take you home and let you prove yourself to me. Then I’ll give you whatever you want.” He winked as he sleeved on his leather jacket, holding his hand out for you to grab. You complied, stepping out of the booth and letting him lead you through the crowd of people. When Matty opened the passenger side door of the car for you, you clenched your thighs together once more.

With him in the driver seat, he pulled out of the bar’s lot. The familiar drive home laying out in front of you. Matty’s warm hand was back on your thigh.

#a little smthg as i write gyno breeding #some blurbs to hold us over lol #tea’s writing✍🏻

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angelicabunny · 10 months

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Use Me.

warnings: smut smut smut, blow job, m receiving, friends to lovers/with benefits, use of ma, sub!matt (ofc).

summary: catching matt hard during movie night :33 (matt sturniolo x reader smut)

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9:47pm Matt 🫐

y/n!!!! please come over im so boreddd, movie night?

9:48pm Y/N 🩹

matty it’s getting late, aren’t your brothers home?!

9:50pm Matt 🫐

no, their out doing some stupid shit at a party, and you know i hate that stupid nick name.

9:53 pm Y/N 🩹

i guess i could come and stay over, get the snacks and movie ready, you whiny baby.

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y/n’s perspective!

the clock on my wall showed 9:55pm giving me a good 25 minutes to get ready. it was common for me and matt to keep each other company, it had been like that since sixth grade. i quickly touched up my make up and put on short shorts along with a white tank top, nothing too extra.

i finally stepped out of the house and began driving to the triplets ginormous, but adorable town house.

“matty open- ” my knocking was suddenly interrupted by matt flinging the door open, his scent filling my nose and a smile spreading across my face.

“hey y/n, come come, the movie is ready.” he said eagerly while leading me to his bedroom.

matt lied down onto his bed, resting his head on the large headboard, he looked so perfect in his top and baggy pj pants. his boxers briefly showing. i quickly shook that dirty thought from my mind and climbed into bed next to him. embracing his warmth, i let him hug me tight. he reached over me to grab the remote and start the movie.

thirty minutes in and we both were clearly bored with movie, it was nothing more than a cheesy romance. i reached over matt trying to grab some snacks, my bare legs wrapped on his lap for support. the snacks were just out of reach so i had to practically straddle his lap to maintain my balance.

i sat back down onto the bed next to him and started to eat. in the corner of my eye i noticed his discomfort. now facing him i could see his face was tinted with a light pink as he tried to avoid my gaze.

“matthew what’s wrong?”i questioned, my eyebrows furrowed together

“u-uhm nothing y/n, it’s fine” he stuttered while palming his crotch.

my eyes trailed down to his veiny hands and noticed the bulge in his pants. a crimson tinted my cheeks. had i done that do him. does he really have a hard on. is this a fucking wet dream. my senses slowly brang me back to reality.

“matty did i do that to you, are you bricked up over me?” i asked while giggling.

“w-what, no, ew!” he cried, embarrassment in his tone.

“it’s okay baby don’t be embarrassed” i said while moving closer to him. “let me help you out.”

his mouth slightly parted as he took shallow breaths, my lord was this boy shy but so dirty. i moved closer to his neck, his eyes squeezed shut as i planted a trail of soft, tender kisses. i made my way down to his chest, kissing his nipples through the fabric, i could feel him shudder below me. i made my way closer to his waistband while looking up into his eyes, my way of asking if he was okay with this.

he eagerly nodded his head, pleading for me to keep going. i gently peeled away his pants leaving them at his knees, revealing his black boxers, stained with precum. his bulge now twitching. i kissed his throbbing tip through the soft fabric, a whimper escaping his quivering lips. he quickly took his top of and tossed it to the ground.

i pulled away his boxers, his huge cock springing back and hitting his happy trail.

“o-oh my gosh y/n, please use me” he whined

my thumb gently caressed his shaft, collecting the precum, i looked deep into his eyes before licking my thumb clean.

“spit for me baby” i demanded with my hand hovering near matt’s stubble covered chin. of course he obeyed.

my lubed hand began making long strokes up and down his pulsing cock. his waist thrusting into my fist, begging for more. i picked up my pace while slowly taking his tip in my mouth.

“please m-more ma” he whimpered, his dark brown hair covering his eyes.

i slowly pulled my hand away, now teasing matt’s chest with it. i moaned lightly sending a pulse of vibrations down his throbbing cock as i bobbed down on it, his tip hitting the back of my throat. i could feel tears welling in my eyes.

“mm, so f-fucking good baby.” matt whined while rolling his eyes back.

i couldn’t take him any longer, he was too big for my little throat, i sped up causing him to shudder. his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sheets.

“s-so fucking close, p-please”

i pulled his tender cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva covering him. frustration washing over his face. “please what baby, cmon use your words for me” i teased.

“p-please let me fucking cum” he barely managed to get out, fighting the throbbing sensation between his legs.

i took him once again, in a quick motion, his tip red and tender now hitting the back of my throat again, harder this time, matt was thrusting into me more than before, proving how desperate he was.

“oh f-fuck y/n, i’m gonna fucking cum!” he cried.

not ten seconds had passed and he began shooting white ropes of cum down my throat giving me no choice but to swallow.

***

“you did so good for me baby” i said while cleaning matt off.

“mm thank you y/n, you make me feel so good” matt said sleepily “maybe i can help you out next time hmm?”

his words made my core throb, my panties now wetter than before.

should i make a part two for this?!! it would be from matt’s pov this time while he’s “helping out” y/n ;))

also don’t forget to make a request if u have one!! it will also help me write more content in general :3

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #smut #matt sturniolo fanfic

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wizkiddx · 2 years

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how do you do it?

oops so I may have had a new adhd ultrafixation and switched up to f1 the past year or so... so i might be back but i don't write holland/ marvel stuff anymore. here's a little fluffy drabble of Pierre gasly - but pls do not think he's my fave driver hehe that u gotta guess...

reader x pierregasly

Looking after Pierre's [fictional] nephew for an evening or two may just impact your life forever.

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Pierre loved you. He loved you like he hadn't loved anyone ever before. It felt different. Like everything had perfectly fit into place.

Which is why, on his summer break, he wanted to be surrounded by all the people he loved completely. His parents; his sister and her husband and child; his grandparents and you. He rarely got time off, so when he did he was determined to focus on what mattered. And nothing mattered more than family.

Or so he thought… until his sister saw the family trip away as a great opportunity for child care. Apparently she and her husband had ‘accidentally’ booked a romantic week away for the two of them just the same week. And just assumed that the family would babysit little Mateo.

Pierre really should be disappointed in her - except he didn’t really mind. He absolutely loved little Matt and spending some quality time with him so closely - well Pierre didnt mind one bit.

Also his brother in law annoyed him incredibly - so he would not be missed.

After Matteo was dropped off, the whole of Pierres family happily shared responsibility of the little boy. Pierre’s dad was in charge of dinner and his mum, Pacale, then set about getting Teo settled for the night. but in fact, Y/n had made such an impression on the young tot that Teo asked her to read him the bedtime story that night. Pierre went to say goodnight, but stopped himself at the doorway, leaning on the frame. Teo was cuddled right into Y/n’s side as she read the cartoony book.

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Y/n awoke to her shoulder being nudged repeatedly, groaning as she tried to shrug it off - to no avail. The room was dark, lit only by a creak of light coming from the door… that she was sure had been shut when they went to bed. Her thoughts were sow as she blinked her eyes awake, trying to shake off the sleepy fog. And then she saw the dark silhouette standing right nect to her. In shock, she jolted upright, blinking rapidly to focus on the figure infront of her. It quickly became apparent she had no need to be scared, the intruder was tiny and with the same button nose as a little person she’d made friends with.

“-teo?” Croaking, her eyebrows knitted together as she moved to lean up on her side - whilst doing as little to disturb Pierres arm that was still flung round your middle. “Could you not sleep?” He shook his head violently in response, before letting out a small sniffle.

“had a-had a bad dream.” He pouted, his glassey eyes boring holes into your soul, even in the dim light from the hallway.

“Oh Mattie” Y/n sighed sadly, sitting p so she could properly wrap her arms round the boy to pick him up onto her lap. Mateo instantly clung tightly to her body, his little legs and arms wrapped round her chest, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Not sure what to do, Y/n just held him close and softly ra her fingers through the little baby curls at the bottom of his scalp. “You wanna talk about it?” She whispered, and was answered with an indignant shake off his head against her chest. “Well I’m glad you woke me up Teo, this is what me and Uncle Pierre are here for.” He sniffled slightly, before arching back, sitting up on your middle and looking down at you and then at Pierre who was still softly snoring next to you.

“Why aren’t you aunty Y/n? Why just Y/n?”

Kids always had this ability to surprise. And you had exactly zero idea how to answer that.

“Well kiddo, because your so special we have to earn the titles autny and uncle. Uncle Pierres known you since you were a baby! I’ve not known you that long so I’m not officially an aunty.” He crinkled his eyes, and appeared to look up at the dark ceiling as if in thought.

“Who gives you the name aunty then?” This felt like a trick.

“ummm… your mummy and daddy and Uncle Pierre too. They’re in charge.”

“If I was incharge I’d call you aunty Y/n.” Teo whispered for the frist time that evening, as if this was the secret part. Not the fact you were desperately trying to not let him disturb your slumbering boyfriend. He was still shattered from the first half of the season. He needed all the rest he could get.

“Awh Teo!” You pouted and pulled him in for another hug. “That is why your so cool!” He giggled as you lightly tickled his top. “You ready to try and go back to sleep again?”

Suddenly he looked all shy, hiding his face behind his eyes.

“When I have a bad dream at home…mummy and daddy let me.. let me sleep with them.” The cogs turned for a little bit, brain still addled by sleep, before you realised what he meant.

“Oh! Do you want to sleep with me and Pierre?” He nodded shyly again, and you had to hide a little grin at his cuteness. “You know when I get bad dreams, your uncle Pierre holds me tight and protects me from them. Like my hero. Do you think he could be your hero?” You knew the little kid had a fascination with superheros, already owning batman tshirts galore. Superheros wer basically his second language.

Instead of answering, Matteo just climbed off of you and into the middle of the bed, the space between you and Pierre. It took some adjustment, in fact Pierre huffed and squirmed in his sleep at the disruption, but Matteo ended up snugly under the covers, you mirroring Pierre on your side facing him.

“Okay kiddo, now give uncle Pierre a big hug ‘kay?” He nodded as you pulled Pierres slightly limp arm round his littlle body, making sure it wasn’t squashing the little kid. Instinctively, used to wrapping his arms round you, Pierre squeezed his little nephew, before relaxing and sagging back into a deep sleep.

“Night Aunty Y/n” Teo whispered, almost bringing a tear to yoru eye as you saw his little eyes poking out from Pierres arm to look at you. Of course he had said that. It practically made your heart melt.

“Night night little one, sweet dreams.”

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It was Pierre who was roused from sleep first in the morning. The soft french light streamed through the little inlets in the blind, giving the whole room a cosy and warm bath of light. Letting out a long sigh, he blinked his eyes open a couple times, enjoying the non-urgency of the morning which he so rarely got during the season. He muffled a wuiet cough, not wanting to disturb Y/n, before properly focusing on his left. Because it wasn’t just his girlfriend. Apparently somebody else had wormed there way into the bed last night.

Both were still slumbering away but a little brunette figure had stolen Pierres normal spot. Matteo was nestled up in the crook of Y/n’s neck his little palm resting up under her ear.

Pierre had never ever felt love that strong than in that exact moment.

After a few minutes just watching the two taking deep breaths, Pierre decided he needed to save this moment forever. As quietly as he could he leaned over the two to the bedside table, where his phone was. Apparently he failed miserably, as he had barely drawn the caemra before Y/n huffed, eyebrows furrowed together, as she blinked against the soft light of the room. She only scowled more when she noticed the camera in her face - before softening as soon as she realised the little boy pressed against her chest. Just this once she might forgive Pierre. Soon he too relaxed back down in the bed, and the couple shared the a silent but incredibly intimate moment, basking in there feelings for one another.

Pierre was so glad he had this time this summer. The fact he could spend the morning in bed waiting for the kid to wakeup. He didn’t have a gym session to go to, a meeting or a pr thing. He could be in the moment, daydreaming of his future, with his beautiful girlfriend and his beautiful nephew.

Later that morning, Pascale and Pierre where sat on the porch with a black coffee each, watching Teo madly chase Y/n and Jean round the expansive green garden.

“I heard it was musical beds last night?” Pascale interrupted the comfortable silence between the mother and son, which had before only been interrupted by Teos distant giggles.

“Hmmm apparantly so, though I slept through the whole thing.”

“You do need sleep my boy, Y/n was only following my express orders.”

“Mama” Pierre chuckled whilst shaking his head, his mother forever being incredibly overprotective. “Teo asked me this morning if I could allow him to call Y/n aunty.”

“Pourquoi?” Pascale questioned, switching back to her natural tongue. The whole Gasly family made a special effort to speaj English when Y/n was around - not wanting her to feel left out.

“He was asking her last night. This morning he sat me down to have an ‘important conversation’. he said Y/n earned the name aunty Y/n.” Pascale laughed, putting down the coffee cup on the table.

“That boy is older than his years.” Pierre nodded, and Pascale finally chose to ask the question. “You think maybe one day she will be?… you know, officially an auntie… a Gasly?” Pierre kept his eyes down on the garden, on the way Y/n spun Teo round when he ‘caught her’. But pascale didn’t miss the playful smile that grew on the corner of his mouth.

“How do you do it maman?” Pascale acted innocent, only shrugging and asking what. Even if she knew exactly what. “You knew I was thinking of that.”

“Maybe” Pascales smugness made Pierre scoff, before carrying on.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while… but this morning, waking up with her and Teo. I want that life with her. I want her to be the mother of my children. I think that shes the one. “

For the first time Pierre turned to properly look at his mum. And her extreme grin half made Pierre take back everything he said. Except he didn’t.

“You know my boy, we’ve all been waiting for you to realise for months. Not just Teo.”

“Seriously?”

“I love her. So does you dad and your brothers and sisters. So do all the kids. So do all your friends. And most importantly she has Teos complete seal of approval.” Pierre followed his mothers gesture straight ahead, till his eyes saw Teo and Y/n both sprinting towards the two of them, both of in fits of laughter.

“What are you two crazies doing?” Leaving Pierre in a slight state of shock, Pascale pretended as if nothing had just happened, engaging with the two in front of her.

“Y/n kept catching me! I was Ironman and she was Antman but she beat me!”

“I thought yuou told me Iron Man was the best hero.” Pascale questioned, while the little boy clambered up onto her side.

“No. Not anymore. Y/n is my favourite hero.”

“I’m not a hero Teo. I’m just Y/n.”

“No you said to me Uncle Pierre is your hero. And you protected me from bad dreams last night. You’re my hero.”

Y/n and Pascale just laughed at how the boys brain worked. The innocence of kids was just unbelievable. But Pierre didn’t, still reeling from the conversation with his mother. He sat with slightly glassy eyes, watching the two important women in his life with the cutest little boy ever. As Pascale excused her and Teo to get breakfast, Y/n looked over to her boyfriend, instantly her face dropping with worry.

“Hey, whats going on?” She instantly sat next to him on the outdoor couch, arms wrapping round his back. “Talk to me Pear.” He wasn’t even crying but, Y/n knew him like the back of her hand, she knew the little glimmer in his eye which wasn’t normal. Letting out a breathy chuckle, Pierre leaned closer to her, allowing Y/n to lift his chin up to meet her eyes.

“I’m just really happy.” He smiled, watching how her eyebrows furrowed slightly, eyes searching his for an answer. “Here with all the most important people. I’m happy.”

Her eyes softened, the worry instantaneously flowing away, as a little smile tugged at her lips.

“You really are going soft on me aren’t you? Oh wait - you’ve always been like that.” She teased, relaxing back into his chest a little as Pierre weaved his fingers through hers.

“Only for you cherie… you think one day we coulod have our own little Teo running round?” Pierre noticed the way the breathing seemed to hit pause after he asked the question, as if he’d maybe said the wrong thing. But then she looked up at him, with the softest eyes and whispered. “I am ready whenever you are.”

She was in this deep too. Here for the long run.

With the biggest smile, Pierre pulled her lips against his, cradling her head in both his hands. It wasn’t rushed or heated, instead a calmness that emanated for the both of them. Because neither was worried. After a few moments, they pulled apart, Y/n settling leant against his body, her head resting on his shoulder as thye looked out at the beautiful view from the garden of the rented home. And thats when Pierre knew. He knew what he needed to o next. And suddenly he wanted to go to the ring shop right then because he simply couldn’t wait.

“I got a few things I need to do first… but we will be a family soon cherie. I promise.”

lmk what u think and if i should keep writing f1 themed stuff!!! <3

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3terna15unshin3 · 11 months

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Has there been a phone sex while he’s on tour blurb 👀

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He’s only a call away, right?

1078 words

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a/n: Oh my god olive there literally hasn’t…….. How have i not written this by now it’s so hot

(Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!!)

cw: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk (sorry), mutual masturbation, phone sex, sub! matty ish??? a bit??, unedited, (i am posting this now in light of the Phone Eating bit)

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Este woke up after having dreamt of Matty's face between her legs. The way his tongue pressed strongly at all of the right spots, and his hands gripped around the base of her thighs as she squirmed. Disappointed was an understatement when she peeled her eyes open to see that he wasn't really there.

Tour was long and they were lonely and missing each other, so it was frequent that they thought of the other when getting off alone. But somehow, they had yet to get off alone together; even though they talked on the phone every night (morning for her, per the eight hour difference between the states along the west coast and London).

She was already unbelievably wet, wrapped in her bedsheets with sleep still in her eyes. So, when the first thing she heard was the ring of her phone, a sinful smile crept onto her face.

"Hi darling,"

"Morning," Este answered, voice raspy.

"Shit, have I woken you? I thought 1 would been a safe enough time to call,"

"Oh, don't worry," she insisted, pushing her underwear down her legs and discarding them off the side of her bed. "You're right, I'm usually up by now. Just didn't have the best sleep."

Matty frowned. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I was just busy dreaming of you."

He wasn't frowning anymore. Matty gulped the saliva down his throat and his ears perked. He could hear the smirk in Este's voice, and wondered if she somehow knew that he was already semi-hard.

"Oh yeah?" He egged her on, "Tell me about it."

Este bit her lip as she finally put some pressure onto her sensitive clit.

“You were here with me,” she started, eyes closing as she pictured the scene. “And I had your head pinned between my thighs.”

His breath quickened and he grabbed himself over his boxers, quietly hissing at the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Was I making you feel good?” Matty asked with a whine.

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her, then corrected herself by muttering, “So good, baby.” Her fingers circled quickly. “Your tongue was against me,”

Matty took himself out, spitting into his hand and running it over his length a few times. He let out a breathy moan, then heard one back from Este.

“I wish I could taste you now,”

Her fingers collected the wetness surrounding her entrance and pressed even harder on her bundle of nerves. The action made her hips buck upwards and her jaw drop open.

“Me too. My fingers don’t feel as good as your mouth does,” teased Este, “Are you touching yourself too?”

The sound of his hand moving up and down his cock, slathered in his own spit and pre-cum, echoed through his quiet hotel room. She could hear it, so that answered her question, but Matty responded anyway.

“Fuck, yeah I am,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you, E.”

Este laid her phone on her pillow next to her ear so she could use her other hand to play with her nipples. She grabbed harshly, sucking in her breath at the feeling.

“All for me?” she egged him on, chest heaving up and down. The muscles in her stomach grew tight as pressure built right below her navel. “Your fist must not compare to my tight little cunt.”

Matty thought about the slick and warm feeling of sinking his cock into her pussy. The way she’d clench around him. He tightened his grip on himself and pictured it as Este instead.

“Darling—God—you’re killing me,” he whined. His action sped up, desperate for release. “My fist isn’t good enough, baby. I need you around me,”

“Keep going. I’m right here,” Este said, slipping two fingers into her entrance and curling them. Her mind drifted to the way he pounded into her relentlessly the last night before he left. Este’s ass stuck up in the air and met him halfway with every thrust. His fingertips on one hand dug into her hips as he fucked her deep; while the other was tangled in her hair, pressing her face into their pillows. The thought of it made her speed up her fingers.

“I’m not gonna last much longer if I do,” warned Matty. He ran his thumb over his pink tip, shuddering in the process.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Can you do that?” She moaned at the sound of his frustrated groans on the other side of the line.

His hand only stroked faster. “Please, E. I’m so close already, just let me—”

“Matty.” Este sternly interrupted. “Be good and wait for me. You don’t want me to come all by myself, do you?”

He stilled his fist to try and obey, but then found himself fucking up into it instead. “Fuck, no. I don’t,” Matty responded through gritted teeth, voice intense and cutting. His hips buckled messily as the pressure beneath his skin threatened to snap.

The sound of his desperate plea made Este squeeze her eyes tightly with pleasure. She could hear the filthy rhythm his hand carried over his length and tried to match her own with it. Her breathing sped up as she felt her high approach.

“That’s it. Fuck, I bet you miss fucking this pussy. The way it milks all the cum out of you,” Este managed to whisper, so distracted by the euphoria building up and about to explode that she struggled to speak clearly.

“I miss it so much, baby. P-Please, just let me cum. It fucking hurts, E, you’re gonna make me cum so hard—”

“Fuck, Matty—okay—cum with me. Go on, love,”

He finally let go, coming harder than he ever could without her help. “Shit, Este,” Matty cried, opening his eyes to peer at the white strings pulsing out of him onto his stomach. When he thought of Este licking the hot seed off his skin, he threw his head back against his pillow and bit down on his lip, dick continuing to throb.

Then she came—at the same time—groaning in hysteria, lifting her hips off the bed and trapping her hand between her thighs. His name fell out of her lips, repeatedly and almost pornographically, while she slowed her fingers and rode out her high.

After a few laboured breaths, Este giggled with a post-orgasm giddiness. “Well good morning to me, I guess.” She joked.

Matty rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

“We’re using FaceTime tomorrow. Deal?”

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murdock-barnes · 2 years

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I NEED A MATTHEW MURDOCK ANGST sort of? based on the she hulk episode. so they're like married but he's still this huge player and sleeps with random women when his wife isn't at home, like when he went to LA or whatever he fucked she hulk even when he's in a relationship and she finds out and just breaks down preferably no smut with reader and matty but add whatever u want with him and anyone else ty!!

A Million Heartbreaks

Matt Murdock x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Manwhore Matt(he deserves his own warning lmao), pure angst

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Reblogs and comments are sooo appreciated! I really wanna hear what you think of this🥹

You stirred awake upon hearing the door being shut. Confusion and panic filled you for a second but then you remembered that your husband had a late flight. It must have been him.

"Matthew?" you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice came. A relief filled you when you heard his voice, accompanied by deep sorrow.

He entered the bedroom, dropping his suitcase. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

You shook your head no, he could tell. Matt was always so sweet... until he's not.

You sat up, your back on the bedframe. "How was your trip?"

"Uh... it was okay." He was shaking off his clothes as he talked.

"That's it?" you asked. "Tell me more. I would love to hear about She-Hulk. She's so famous these days."

"Yeah... she was cool. Jen is a great lawyer."

"Jen?" you mumbled under your breath.

He noticed the change in your tone but didn't want to further investigate. He was left in his boxers and now slipped under the covers beside you. He seemed ready to sleep.

"I saw the trial, you know? On the news," you said. "Jennifer was talking to the reporters outside the court and I saw you in the back, leaving the building with that designer guy."

"Uh huh."

"You weren't wearing your wedding ring."

Matt's eyes opened. You couldn't hear heartbeats but you knew his got way quicker now.

"Baby..." he started.

“You just can’t help it, can you?" The disappointment in your voice burned his chest. Matt was truly sorry but yes he knew he just couldn't help it.

"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he was gonna take the highway again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You couldn't keep it in your pants... AGAIN. You fucked Jennifer."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me... I don't have to explain myself but that did not happen."

There he was. The same old same old.

"I can't believe you..."

"Sweetheart, I swear nothing happened between me and her. Can we just talk about this in the morning?" He closed his eyes and shuffled to get into a more comfortable position.

"Oh my God! You're unbelievable and insufferable!"

He opened his eyes with a huff. His attitude only made you more annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try, Matt. There's a literal video of you leaving her house, doing the walk of shame. Some dude recognized your pathetic ass, filmed it, and put it on Twitter."

"What? That couldn't be me. I was in my hotel room all night."

He was kidding, right? Did he really think you were that dumb?

"I swear to God, if you attempt to gaslight me one more time, I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face."

He squeezed his eyes shut with a grunt. You didn't say a word and just waited for him to admit it. It's always been the same. He cheated, you confronted him, he denied it, and then confessed his sins. The same cat and mouse game.

"I did it." His voice was bitter, guilt dripping from every word. You couldn't give two fucks about his so-called guilt.

You chuckled, knowingly. He did it again despite his promises... and the promises before that... and before that. You gave him another chance every time because you wanted to believe in him. You've seen how determined he could be with his vigilante shit. Maybe he could put the same effort into his marriage. He never did.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what-"

"Shut it!" your voice grew stronger now. Your body was burning with rage and sadness and disappointment.

"How could you, Matt? Again?" You threw off the covers, sitting taller. "I am so sick and tired. I can't take it anymore."

He got up and sit, turning to you. His hands reached yours to hold but you drew them back, away from his touch. You got off the bed and started pacing the room.

"Please, I'll make it up-"

You couldn't stand hearing his whining, honestly. "Oh, stop it! It's the same thing every time. You go fuck around and come back, begging me to forgive you. You have no fucking respect for me, let alone love! I've had enough."

He pouted "Don't say that, you know I love you."

"No, you don't... No. If you were, you wouldn't do any of this."

He got up quickly and before you know it, he was at your feet, groveling. His forehead hit the ground and his hands grabbed your ankles. "I'll pray. I'll confess and repent my sins. Please, forgive me. I truly am sorry. Please."

Was he fucking for real? You backed away, slipping away from his clutch.

"You're such a good Catholic boy, aren't you? Catholic, my ass! Your conscience only seems to be working when it comes to killing but adultery and lying are okay, huh?"

A pained grunt came from him but he stayed in the same position. "I know, I'm a horrible person. I've made a mistake again. Please, take me back."

"You said it was a mistake with Claire, too and it was just one time with Karen. And Elektra... don't even get me started on her." You took in a sharp breath. Tears were burning your eyes. "You always went back to her. Whenever you were in trouble, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went into her arms."

He was silent as he sat up, taking his head between his hands.

"I don't know... maybe I am the problem. Maybe I couldn't give you the comfort that a wife should've given but I tried my best, Matt. You didn't even try." Your voice cracked in the last part and tears started to spill down your face.

"No... no. It's not you. You've been nothing but supportive and loving to me. I... I ruin everything." He swallowed hard with that lump in his throat. He hated seeing you sad and especially knowing that he was the one that was making you sad.

"You can't just say you ruin everything and move on with your life being an impending doom, Matt. You gave up. You're not even trying to be better. I've been on my own in this marriage for a long time now."

You sat on the bed with a huff. How did your relationship turn into this? It was all so sweet in the beginning. That night at the bar changed your life. This handsome, mysterious stranger approached you, buying you a drink. Honestly, you just wanted a free drink but the conversation hooked you. He was a charming man and a dangerous one. It felt like he was luring you into dark, shady waters but he was oh-so-sweet.

It was a month into your relationship when you found out he was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. One night, he stumbled into your apartment, beaten up and bloody. You spent the rest of the night tending his wounds. For you, it was hard to accept that he was risking his life out there every night. Somehow you got used to it.

Three months after getting married, you got promoted at work. Everything was so great, you were so happy. However, now your position required you to travel sometimes and you hated being away from Matt.

It was one of those nights that you came from a trip. Matt wasn't home so you just changed and decided to wait for him. You poured yourself a glass of wine and right when you were about to sit on the couch, something caught your eye. You leaned down to check. There was a red thong beside the couch, almost under it. Your body froze, all the air in your lungs emptying. It definitely wasn't yours. When you confronted Matt about it, he refused to recognize the underwear. Shocking! He even claimed that it was yours. That was your first big fight and when you find out about Claire.

There have been more work trips and more women. You only knew about Claire, Karen, and Elektra but you were certain that there were so much more. Why was he doing this? Why having you wasn't enough?

"Was I ever enough for you, Matthew?"

Matt never ever heard your voice so broken. He was drowning in your sadness while the taste of your tears filled the room.

"I gave you all of me and I did it gladly. I love you with all my heart, all my existence. We took a vow. We swore before God. We promised to honor each other." Your voice was barely a whisper now but he heard you loud and clear.

You fiddled with your ring, it almost burned your flesh now. "We promised to wear these rings to show our love and faithfulness."

Matt was sitting there silently and tears were falling out of his eyes. He was well aware that he fucked up. He ruined the best thing in his life. He made his one and only's heart bleed.

You were just sitting there contemplating the broken shards that were your marriage. You never loved anyone as much as you loved him. Hell, that was probably the only reason you kept forgiving him. He was a good man, you knew but he was in a constant battle with his demons. He would sometimes be off the rails but he always came back to you.

How long could you do this? How many more women? All these years, he trampled down your honor and dignity in the name of love and mistakes but no more.

No more.

You took a deep breath in and got up. It might've looked like a simple movement but it took all your courage and what's left of your dignity. You wouldn't take this man's disrespect and dishonesty anymore. Matt's head snapped in your direction, following every little movement.

You walked to the front door, grabbing your purse and coat. When Matt realized what was happening, he was by your side before you know it.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's just talk." He grabbed you by the waist and tried to halt your motion.

You tried to shrug him off but his hold was strong. "There's nothing to talk about. Let me go."

Matt's heart was breaking into million pieces. The idea of you leaving him... the idea of moving on with his life without you... he wished he could take back the time and undo every misdeed he committed.

"Don't leave me. Please... I'll change... for good this time, I swear. Baby, please don't do this to me."

His words burned through your chest. Even though he broke your heart a million times, you still felt sad because he was sad. His pretty face was contorted in pain. His unfocused eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to reach and wipe his tears away, give him a kiss and hug him.

No more.

"I'm done, Matt. I can't do this anymore. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I never did." You freed yourself from his grip and opened the door.

He fell onto his knees with a sob. "Please..."

You took in the view in front of you, feeling pity for him. Right before you walked out of the door, you said "Sign the divorce papers when they arrive."

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liightsout · 8 months

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the blue (prologue)

Hey angels!

I have had the urge to write again circling around in my head for the past month so whilst being home from work sick for the day, I did a thing...

I haven't written anything in near on 8 years, so this is probably god awful, but one of my goals for this year is to do more things I enjoy, so please be kind!

I have some plans for Mattie and Danny, so if you're interested please stick around, I'd love for you to share this lil journey with me.

Asks are always open if you wanna chat.

Love ya x

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Matilda wasn’t sure how she had ended up in the situation she currently found herself.

Cliche, right? Specifically Matilda was not sure which choices she had made in her life that had caused her to find herself standing on the doorstep of Daniel Ricciardo’s Monaco apartment, deciding whether she should knock on the door for a final time, or walk away and try again in the morning.

When she had heard the news from Adam that morning she hadn’t second guessed the decision to buy a flight ticket to Nice for that same evening. She didn’t think about how she would get to Heathrow Airport, didn’t consider how much the taxi from the airport to Daniel’s would cost, or even if he would want to see her. He would want to see her, right? Daniel had done the same for her on previous occasions, despite her protests at the time. Doubt was creeping into the forefront of her brain the longer she stood there staring at the large oak door.

Shaking the thought from her head, she knocked a final time and waited. A few minutes ticked by when she finally heard it.

Relief filled Matilda’s body as she heard movement from inside the apartment. She could picture Daniel climbing off of the sofa they had spent so many nights together on. She could hear the mumbled expletives as he neared the door, his feet dragging along the laminate in the way they always seemed to when he was tired.

“Blake, I told you, I don’t want to see anyone right now. I’ll call you in the morning, but I just… I just need to be alone.”

Matilda’s heart dropped. It was worse than she had initially thought. It was no shock to her that Daniel would be taking the news terribly. But to be turning away his friends was… so not Daniel. Even when he was feeling low he had always welcomed the solace of his friends and family. She feared she had made the wrong call showing up at all.

“Danny it’s me. I heard the news from Adam this morning. Don’t be mad, but Lando told him and he just thought I should know because he didn’t think you’d tell me yourself, at least not straight away, and he was worried about you.” Moments of silence passed by, nerves seeping into the deepest parts of Matilda’s mind.

“Please open the door Danny, I need to see you. You don’t have to let me in or speak to me, I just want to see you and make sure you’re alright. I brought some of those crisps you like from home because I know you’ve probably not eaten anything… or maybe you have… either way, I thought you’d want some and I didn’t know what else to bring, or what else to do, I just needed to see-”

The door swinging open cut Matilda off. Daniel wasted no time in enveloping the smaller girl into his arms. Matilda had received a lot of hugs from Daniel in the short 18 months she had known him, but this one felt different. She could feel Daniel’s hands gripping onto her skin through the sweater she wore. She could feel him burying his face into the crook of her neck. She could feel his heartbeat emitting from his chest like claps of thunder in the quiet Monaco night.

“I’m sorry Mattie. I wanted to call you all day, but I just didn’t know what to say. I knew you had that big meeting with your client this week and I didn’t want you to be distracted, or turn up here… I guess I should have known you’d find out and turn up anyways” Daniel spoke as he slowly pulled away from her.

Matilda took the time to get a careful look at the man standing in front of her. The usual glowing brown orbs she loved staring into, replaced with bloodshot ones, dark bags making the contrast even more jarring. His smile was empty and false. A large sweatshirt and sweatpants he was wearing made his frame seem smaller than it really was.

Taking in his words, she frowned “Daniel, please don’t apologise. This is so far from being your fault it’s actually a joke. And don’t worry about me, my clients can wait. You’re more important to me. Always us, remember?”.

Standing in the moonlight on the doorstep of his apartment Daniel sighed.

“Yeah baby, always us.”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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back (bc i'm obsessed with u + ur writing) to your bar to request a margarita on the rocks but you're absolutely welcome to refuse service (i am not a heavyweight queen)!!! if you're feeling up to it, may i please request matt + only bought this dress so u could take it off because i know you would eat it up 💅😌

my precious petal macy!!! 🌸

it's okay, you don't have to be a heavyweight. you can stay at mine if you overindulge. <3

bless you for requesting this bc 1) I am a reputation girly before I am a person & 2) this song has always made me think of matty & i've always wanted to write a lil something for him with it so thank YOU

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

dress

only bought this dress so you could take it off

Matt had barely gotten you past the front door of his apartment before his hands and lips were on you again, causing a giggle to slip from your lips into his mouth at his eagerness. Usually you were the one clawing at his tie, fumbling for his belt, your entire nervous system practically on fire with a craving that only he could ever satiate. But tonight was one of the rare nights that Matt finally let loose, indulging in a little more whisky than usual, and you were delighted at how handsy drunk Matt was.

His strong hands were everywhere as he pushed you up against the wall of the entryway hall, easily gliding over the satin fabric that covered your skin and accentuated every single one of your curves. He had been fascinated by the feel of it from the beginning of the night, but after a few drinks in, you’d quietly let it slip into his ear that the color of it was red, Daredevil red, and Matt hadn’t been able to keep his hands off for the rest of the evening.

“God, I love this dress.”

As his low, husky voice filled your ears, one of his hands slipped behind your back to knead the soft flesh of your ass through the smooth fabric in tandem with his teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck just above your collarbone. Your hands immediately slipped into his tresses, lightly tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck as a soft whine slipped past your parted lips.

“Was hoping you would, Matty. Bought it just for you to take off.”

Matt hummed lowly in appreciation at that, greedily sucking a mark onto your shoulder before pulling back just enough to pull his glasses from his face to toss carelessly behind him onto the table by his door. Even in the dim light of the billboard kaleidoscope that filtered around the corner to just barely illuminate the entryway, you could see that Matt’s golden hazel eyes had darkened considerably to match the midnight sky outside, and a wicked smirk bared his gleaming teeth.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I think I’d like to fuck you in it instead. I’d hate to waste such a pretty dress on the floor when it feels so goddamn good on your skin.”

You weren’t sure if it was the sultry tone of Matt’s voice, the sinful words that dripped past his full lips, or the hunger glowing in his eyes, but you were grateful to be trapped by his hips against the wall because you swore your knees were about to give out. A needy whine tore through your throat as you grabbed onto the back of Matt’s neck to pull him in closer, hiking your dress up your thigh to wrap your leg around his slim waist, gasping softly feeling the bulge in his pants brush against you just right.

“Then don’t. Show me how pretty you think it is.”

You made a mental note to thank Karen later for talking you into getting the dress with the slit up the thigh when Matt’s impatient hands nearly tore it in half getting it up above your hips.

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lewisyellowhelmet · 2 years

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our cave, collapsing (epilogue)

READ PART I HERE

summary: lewis hamilton x reader (written as ofc, named but few distinguishable characteristics), part two of friends to lovers!

Post script to Matty and Lewis.

content: 18+!!! general m/f sex acts. pls let me know if u want anything else flagged!

word count: 2k+

read everything else of mine here!

Lewis doesn’t come home until the New Year. Matty spends the weeks adrift, moving listlessly through the days, counting hours and pretending she isn’t. Every few days she gets a text from him, I want to come home, I want to see you. She excuses herself from the family scrabble game and stands in the kitchen, texts back, we have time, there’s no rush. She thinks there is some, small, hidden part of her that is waiting for him to change his mind, torturing herself with it. Expecting the paragraph, carefully punctuated, telling her he’d made a mistake. But the days slip past, the snow melts, and a week earlier than expected, Lewis is standing in her kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil.

He looks tired and soft, a grey hoodie, his hair pulled off his face. He’s fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. It’s late in the afternoon, weak sunlight coming in shadows through the windows. The mugs clink together when Matty pulls them out of the cupboard. In the hallway, she’d laughed when he hugged her, muffled into his shoulder, not sure what to do anymore, how to touch him. She’s been lying awake at night, remembering his mouth on hers, the press of his body, strong and sure.

“English breakfast?” She asks, even though she knows the answer.

“Yeah,” Lewis says, his mouth curving into a familiar smile, “do you have almond milk?”

“Mmm,” she says, moves into the pantry to collect it, hidden away in the shelf for his visits. The plastic hurts her fingers when she tries to open the carton, cutting into the soft skin of her palm. She must wince, because Lewis reaches out, takes it from her. When he passes it back, his knuckles brush hers, and Matty thinks she might pass out. She focuses on watching the milk bloom into the hot liquid. When Matty looks up, Lewis is watching her. He’s smiling, soft in his mouth, his eyes.

“It’s so good to see you,” he says. Matty feels herself blush, laughs when she turns away, embarrassed. The cold air of the fridge as she puts the milk away is a welcome relief.

“I missed you,” she tells him, comes to stand beside him at the counter, acutely aware of his body in the cramped space. He nudges his shoulder into hers.

“Yeah?”

“Just a bit.”

“Only a bit.”

She laughs again, feels the joy so close to the surface it’s as if it’s bubbling over in these short, unbidden giggles. The ceramic rings as Lewis puts his mug down, undrunk. It’s still steaming.

“Matty,” he says, and her name in his mouth sounds like a prayer, “Let’s go to bed.”

She can’t remember how they get there. Just that he follows her soundlessly through to the bedroom, his presence a familiar ghost. His big hand on her hip, warm through her clothes, how brown his eyes are when she turns into his chest. Lewis brushes the hair out of her face, just holds her there, his nose bumped against hers, so she can feel his breath on her mouth. It feels like the most intimate thing they’ve ever done, standing by her bed like this, not kissing, fully clothed, just letting him stand against her, hold her face. The promise of everything that is to come.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Lewis says, his voice low and hurting. Matty’s hands on his hips, under his hoodie where the skin is warm, up to feel the curve of his body, his shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, can’t look at him, has to close her eyes with the feeling of it all, “me too, me too.”

Matty thinks he’s finally going to kiss her, finally, but.

“What if I’m not how you want me to be?” He says.

She opens her eyes, finds him looking far away, over her shoulder. His jaw is closed and tight.

“What?” She says, a raspy breath. Lewis is stepping back, away. Her body feels cold, unsteady.

“I just. What if we do this and you realise I’m not. I’m not what you need.”

Matty’s throat closes over. Her chest aches. She wants to touch him everywhere, stroke his hair until he falls asleep, keep him safe and quiet.

“Lewis,” she says, reaches for him, aligns their bodies back together, kisses the curve of his neck, under his jaw. He smells so good, addictive. He makes a quiet, needy sound when her teeth scrape his jugular. His big hands flex around her waist.

“I know you,” Matty says, and he puts his face beside hers, their heads together, breathing, “I know everything about you. You’re what I need. Just how you are.”

Lewis sighs, and she feels the tension go out of his body, leaning into her. His fingers on her chin, and he’s turning her face into his, kissing her carefully, intentionally. Matty lets him, gives into it, knows nothing but this moment, in her bedroom with him.

She could stay like this forever, her body held in his, the velvet slip of his tongue against hers. She presses her fingers into his hair, smiles at the way he groans, kisses her deeper.

“Lewis,” she says, finds herself panting, “Are we going to have sex?”

He laughs, quiet and gentle against her cheek, “Please can we.”

“Yes, God, yes,” Matty says, takes focused steps backwards so she hits the bed, bringing him with her. He helps her lie down, reaches to pull his hoodie over his head. His sweatpants sit low on his hips, the band of his underwear exposed. Matty wants to kiss every part of him, taste his skin.

“Do we need a condom?” He says, and she has to focus hard with his big hands on her legs, sliding up her thighs. It’s distracting even through the denim of her jeans. Matty shakes her head, hair rustling on the duvet.

“If you’re okay, I’m okay.”

Something passes over Lewis’ face, a dizzying look. He swallows hard. His hands are up under her shirt, on her belly, under her bra.

“Yeah, I’ve been careful. I wanted. I wanted to be able to do this with you. Like this,” Lewis says, his words messy and heavy with intention. Matty feels hot all over her body, feverish. She has to reach for him, feel the weight of his body on hers, taste his mouth again.

“Please,” she finds herself saying, even though she’s holding him tight so he can’t get her clothes off, “please, please.”

“Matty,” Lewis says, half a laugh, fond smile, “You have to let me go so I can undress you.”

“I can’t,” she says, still kissing him as she speaks.

“Okay,” he soothes, “okay,” and somehow manages to get her out of her shirt, one arm at a time, her bra, and the press of his chest on hers makes her mind short-circuit, sparking out.

The scruff of his beard on her breasts, nuzzling into her tummy, her fingers tangled into his braids, letting him unzip her jeans, wiggle her out of them, and then spreading her legs, his mouth hot over her underwear.

“Oh my god,” Matty says, can’t think, can’t breathe, “Oh my god.”

“I dream about this,” Lewis says, a bruising kiss on the private skin at the top of her heart, “I wake up and have to jerk off, otherwise I can’t think about anything else.”

Matty feels like she’s holding onto an electric wire, the current pulsing through her, meeting Lewis’ mouth where he’s taken her underwear off, his mouth hot and wet against her.

“Baby,” she pants, and he groans into her, his big hands over her hips, holding her in place for his tongue. He reaches to palm her breast, like he wants to touch her everywhere, constantly. It feels otherworldly, the pressure of his mouth, his finger inside her now, curling in, making her shudder and cry out. It’s mind-bendingly perfect.

“Lewis,” she gasps, and he hums against her, doesn’t let up on his rhythm so she comes too quickly, hard and all at once, shaking, tears in her eyes. Lewis’ big hand soothes along her side, centres her. When he crawls back up to kiss her, she can taste herself.

“Was that good?” He asks, but his knowing smile gives him away.

“It was fine,” Matty says, bringing one of her legs up so he settles against her, his cock a hard pressure against where she’s sensitive and swollen.

“You came pretty hard for ‘fine’,” Lewis teases, and laughs at her when she rolls her eyes, pretends to push him off.

“What do you want to do now?” He asks, and Matty thinks she might cry. The gentle way he speaks to her, touches her.

“Want you,” she tells him, feels herself blush. Lewis is smiling, kisses her like he can’t help himself.

He has to stand up to take his sweatpants off, his underwear, and for a moment Matty just gets to look at him in the afternoon light, naked in front of her, wanting her.

“I love you,” she says, without thinking, as he comes to lie on top of her, careful with his weight, and he grins so big it changes his whole face.

“I love you, too,” he says, and kisses her cheek, her temple, her nose, her chin. He rubs the head of himself over her to collect her wetness, takes a sharp breath in when he begins to push inside her.

“Fuck, Matty,” Lewis says, breathless, as he slides into her. Matty holds onto him, can’t look away from his face, the heavy lid of his eyes, the dazed look.

“Is it good?” She whispers, and he kisses her messily.

“You have no idea,” he tells her, “best ever.”

“Is that all of it?”

“Almost, baby, I can stop if you want.”

Her fingers dig into his back, sudden panic at the idea of it ending, “No, don’t, I can take it.”

Lewis laughs, but it’s fond, warm as he kisses her, pushes deeper, “I know you can.”

It feels world ending when he settles inside her, making her feel full in a way she never has before. It’s overwhelming. Her body feels achingly alive.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, is that okay?” Lewis says, and she has to close her eyes, her body arching up into his.

“Yes, please,” she whispers, and he groans, pulls out of her and presses back in, an easy rhythm. Nothing matters but this, having Lewis like this, knowing she gets to have this again and again, whenever she wants. Matty does’t realise she’s crying until he’s wiping her eyes, slowing.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so happy,” she tells him, and he nods, presses his forehead to hers.

“Me, too.”

Matty feels like her body was made for this, to do this with him, to hold him inside her. He fits perfectly, touches every part of her she needs him too. The rough, wanting sounds he makes, telling her how good she is, how good it feels.

“Matty, I’m not gonna last, I’m sorry,” he says, laughs around it, eyes crinkling. He’s breathing hard, sweat shining on his skin.

“No, please, I want it so bad, I want you to come,” she says, raises her hips to meet his. Lewis groans, his eyes shuttering, jaw slack, mouth red and swollen.

“Matty,” he rasps, his whole body going tight as he releases into her, one hand tangled in the sheet and the other in her hair. Matty feels greedy for it, gazing up at him, feeling the wet heat inside her.

He laughs, when he starts breathing again, but it’s kind and pure, shaking his head at the amazement of it all. Drops his head to kiss her lazily, licking into her mouth.

“That was so good,” he tells her, “was it good for you?”

She beams at him, smoothes the hair out of his face, “so good.”

“Give me twenty minutes and we can do it again,” Lewis says, and she laughs, the sound bright and clear.

“Okay, old man.”

He digs his fingers into her side, and she shrieks, moves abruptly so he slips out of her, groaning at the sensation.

“Serves you right,” she tells him, doesn’t miss how he looks down to see how he’s oozing out of her, uses his fingers to push it back in. She has to close her eyes at the feeling.

“Make it ten,” Lewis says.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 smut #lewis hamilton #*

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graciegoeskrazy · 10 months

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Hey i was wondering if you could do a matty fic where his daughter comes out as trans to him and the boys? Or if you are not comfortable writing for trans people like just coming out as gay?

figure my heart out

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

Warnings: coming out, a lil yelling

A/N: Hi!!! Okay so I was writing something similar but then I put it down but then I saw this request and RAN TO MY COMPUTER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE ASNCONTINUED WRITING BCUZ I GOT EXCITED. A sorry and thank you to the anon who requested this! I felt like I wouldn’t do it justice if I did it with transreader and as a bisexual with a similar coming out experience this was easy peasy lol. None the less i love and appreciate you and I hope u enjoy! I really really really really really like this one and I’m proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

The epitome of a perfect night. Driving in your girlfriends new convertible with the top down while blasting Lana Del Ray and giggling and smiling like nothing else in the world matters became a wonderful feeling of pure bliss. You wish you could stay in that moment forever. Endless talking about the things the people who piss you off in school talk about, or airing out your problems to her because sometimes it feels as if she is the only one who listens. There was no one word for that feeling. All you knew is that you craved it. You needed it like a an IV through your arm, supplying nothing but joy and love into your life. You didnt just need her but she needed you too.

Yes it was a secret, but it was a beautiful one, Sure, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to parade through town with your hands intertwined and boat to everyone around you that she was your girlfriend, but this secret needed to stay hidden. Not just for her, but for you too. You were n stranger to the things your father has said online. He was Matty Healy, if the guy wasnt known for his music, he was for sure known as the man who makes homophobic jokes on stage everynight to a sold out crowd. The man has been cancelled and apoloized more times than you could count. Even though everytime he says he’s not against anything of the sort - ad you whole heartidly believed that - would it be different because you were his daughter? Some days that thought was just a quiet whisper in your head, and some days that voice grew louder until it grew loud enough to keep you up at night. But you always came to the same conclusion. He would love you no matter what…right?

Any and all thoughts surrounding it came nowhere near crossing your mind while you were at your girlfriends. After singing your hearts out and getting lost but not caring at all on the drive, you both decided to head back to her place since her tank was running low. It was there you fell asleep in her arms. Not thinking. Not caring. Not paying attention to anyone else in the world but her. And most definitely not thinking about you 11 pm curfew.

To June’s parents, you were just a friend sleeping over. A best buddy who helped their daughter get through her high school years. Nothing more than a nice, kind, good girl with good morals. And that was true. They just didn't know about the part where you make out with their daughter every time you’re under their roof. Same with you dad. They were downstairs, absolutely clueless of what was happening above them when a loud flush they made woke you up. You jolted awake and as a result of sleeping so close to your girlfriend, woke her up too. The blaring light on your phone read 1:07.

“Fuck.”

You scrambled out of bed and started packing up your bag without saying a word to June.

“What’s happening?” She said, still half asleep.

You turned to her, suddenly becoming more gentle. “Go back to bed. I missed my curfew, my dad doesn’t know I’m here. If I don’t leave he’s gonna get suspicious as to why slept over during a study session.”

She smiled at you, pulling you in for a kiss. “You’re just a very determined student.”

You fell into the kiss, and let go with a smile. “Bye.” You said. She winked and watched you walk out the door. “Text me when you get home please.”

You turned back and winked, shutting the door.

The drive to your house was uneventful. Yeah sure, you missed your curfew, but it wasn't like your dad was the type of helicopter parent to make sure you were home exactly by 11. You hadn't even received a call or message asking you where you were. If anything he was probably fast asleep along with the other members of the band. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

When you walked into the flat you shared with your dad and your uncles, it was dead silent. You could hear the silent snores coming from Mayhem on the dog bed in the living room and the crickets outside. You were in the clear. You walked very carefully heading up to your room. Before you could even make it to the 2nd step. You heard a voice. Stern and loud.

“Y/n Healy.”

It was your father. Of fucking-course. As you slowly turned around you were met with him standing in the dining-kitchen area. A light turned on and revealed his full frame along with Ross, George, Adam, Carly, and Jamie. All sitting down at the table except for your dad, standing above them all. He slowly walked towards you as you stood still staring at him. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, followed by a “Shit.”

“Where were you?” Your dad asked sternly. To which you replied, “Nowhere.” It was clear he was PISSED. He only spoke twice and it was evident you were in for something. He never spoke this way. Never to you at least. Until now. He raised his eyebrows, giving you a second chance. You sighed again, looking down and toying with your fingers. “I was with June.” You said shyly.

“Tell me the truth.” He said. His tone softened just a hair.

“That is the truth-“

“Tell me the whole truth.”

You dad knew you like the back of his hand. You were him. A literal miniature version of Matty Healy. Therefore he knew when you were lying. Not that you did it often, you were a very trustworthy kid. Never lied, never got grounded. (Ok so maybe not a literal miniature Matty)

You shrugged, “I was just with June.”

He raised his voice again, “Stop lying to me, y/n.”

“I’m not lying!” You raised your voice this time.

“Your hand twitches every time you lie.”

You were taken aback. Shit, I thought I grew out of that. You just scoffed. “No, it doesn’t.”

Adam spoke up and pointed to your hand and it’s movements. “Boom. Twitch.” You gave him a look.

Matty ignored him and stayed locked in on you. “In all of your years of existence on this earth, you’ve never lied to me.” He said, a little more gentler this time.

“And, I’m still not. I’m telling the truth-”

“But you’re not telling me the full truth.” He was very good at this whole parenting thing. He put his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t reply, just sighed and looked down. After a moment, he continued. “You’re grounded.” You head shot up. He walked back to the kitchen and started refilling his drink. You followed in suite.

“What! For what?”

“For lying.”

“I’m not lying! I’ve never even been grounded in my life.”

He shrugged, “There’s a first time for everything.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. “C'mon Dad! George, help me out.”

George was ethier high of drunk or both because he seemed to be enjoying this little argument way to much. “I’m on his side for this one, babe.” He said.

“What?! You guys, I'm not lying.” You said, gesturing to the group.

“You’ll be ungrounded when you tell me where you were.” Your dad said from the kitchen.

“I was with June! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“Doing what?”

Your eyes widened and you stuttered a bit. The group must have noticed because that to them was a giveaway that something more was going on than you cared to share for. “Nothing! We were just hanging out!”

“Your hand twitched again.” Adam yelled.

You turned to fully face him again. “I’m about to murder you.” You said.

You dad came back around and with a solum look, but a hand over your shoulder. “Look, I’m not gonna get mad. Whatever you’re hiding, it’s not worth getting grounded over. Tell me what’s going on - the truth - and all let you go. Okay?”

You couldn’t do it. There were so many possibilities of what could happen from this moment on. None of which you wanted to explore. You rolled your eyes and headed back to the stairs, whispering a faint, “Whatever.”

Your father followed behind. “Y/n Healy, tell me NOW-“

“I was on a date with June!” You yelled.

“We went on a date! Ok? We went on a date then went back to her place and watched TikToks for an hour before watching New Girl reruns and having awesome sex. I lost track of time, I tried to sneak in so none of you would find out, and so my secret would stay secret.”

The room was quiet. Only the sounds of Mayhem and the crickets like you heard before. Tears were falling out of your eyes and you were heaving pretty heavily.

“Is my hand shaking now?!”

Everybody remained quiet and still, not daring to move. “Jesus.” You said as a final goodbye, before walking up the stairs to your room as fast as you could.

A few minutes after they heard the door slam, Ross spoke up. “You fucked up bro.”

Matty shook his head. “It’s not my fault.” He said in defense

“Mate, you just forced your daughter to come out to you.” George yelled.

Marty liked back at the stairs. A single tear falling from his face as he does so. “Shit.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975

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hrryshoney · 7 months

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Gyno Matty giving you monthly exams from home because he just wants to make sure his girl is healthy!

olive u get me so bad❤️

warnings below: usual gyno!au stuff, praise, degradation, doctorly speak in bed, fingering, dirty talk, short :( not proofread :(, oral (f receiving) maybe a bit of a sneak peek for a future gyno fic..?👀

It’s not a new thing. Matty had been doing this since you started dating, and to say you didn’t like it would be a lie. It really made him slip into his headspace. The dominate one, where he was in charge. The one where you relentlessly obeyed him. How he would examine you as a patient, and you would answer everything he said with his honorific after.

Right now. his head was laying on the crease of your thigh where your legs opened. Head so close to your cunt, and his curls tickling the naked expanse of your stomach. “Anything out of the ordinary, princess? You would tell me, right?” You were already worked up. He had your pussy exposed to the open air for what felt like hours. Rambling about how he needed to give you your monthly look, as if he didn’t see you every night.

You let out a sharp breath, inhaling again when he looked up at you. Peering over from the lens of his glasses. “Yes, Doctor. Everything’s okay, promise.” Your voice was breathy, and you could see your chest rising and falling as you tried to look down at him. His fingers trailing up from your legs to your stomach, passing the place you needed him most.

His digits went to your cunt, tracing through your glistening folds and rubbing circles on your clit. Matty’s fingers ran against your slit again, smirking when you squirmed. “Get so wet when I rub you like that. That’s good, baby. Means you’re healthy. Bodily reflexes and all.” You knew he was bullshitting. The way his hand came up from holding your other thigh to gesture in the air, and the boyish expression on his face. He just wanted to watch you squirm.

“Doctor, please.” You bucked in embarrassment. The way he was treating you more like a subject, like you didn’t know your own body. He slipped his middle finger inside of your hole, curling it before pulling out. He pinched your clit, and your whole back came off the bed. Arching with your feet planted.

“Mhm, be good for me.” He applied light pressure to your abdomen with his palm, pushing you back down. Without warning, he slapped your cunt with three fingers. You gasped, throwing your head back. Matty went back to rubbing tight circles on your clit. “You’re so sensitive, baby. Look how needy this little pussy gets when I touch you like that.” You felt yourself get even more slick at his words, a pressure building in your stomach and moans spilling from your mouth. “What if I lick you out, huh? Should I try that? See what results I get.”

You cried out, feeling Matty’s tongue lick around your cunt. He was avoiding where you needed the pressure, not allowing you to fall over the edge. You tried to close your legs around his head, but his strong hand held you back. “God, yes. Need it so bad. Just wanna be a good patient for you, Doctor.” Your hand came to tug on his curls, the other twisting in the bed sheets.

“M’sure you do. Cunts fuckin’ drooling for me.” His fingers slapped your clit again, and he stuck two fingers inside your hole now. His tone was condescending, and you almost felt the smugness radiating off of him while you adjusted to the stretch of his fingers. “Dunno how you’re able to take my cock. So tight for me.” You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, almost riding his hand at this point. “Have to stretch you out. Might need to use special tools for that.” The tease rolled off his lips easily.

Then, you felt his tongue again. Matty licked a bold stripe up your slit, teeth grazing your clit. His fingers pumped inside of you at the same time the muscle moved around your cunt. He pulled up slightly, and spit directly onto you. Sucking on your clit and curling his fingers. “Feels so fucking good. I need to cum.”

You’ve felt the feeling building inside of you, pleasure coursing through your veins. You felt hot all over, and you needed to release. Matty’s hands only sped up, his lips pursing around you more. When you brought yourself to open your eyes, you saw his muss of curls between your legs. His free hand caressed the junction of your hip, scraping his blunt nails over your skin. “Can cum whenever you want, princess. Gotta make sure you’re healthy, that everything’s working.”

You didn’t know how he still had the every to be a little shit. But, his words only egged you on. Matty’s fingers hit a spot deeper inside of you, and you felt white hot pleasure through your whole body. You clenched your teeth, throwing your head back. Moans coming out in gritted grunts. As you came, you felt Matty lapping up your juices. Riding you through your orgasm. “Good girl. My best girl, that’s it.”

You still felt the aftershocks, twitching slightly as Matty’s tongue cleaned you up. You could vaguely hear his voice talking you through it in the background. Your head rolled to the side on the pillow, blinking your eyes open. Matty was still between your thighs, lightly drawing circles on your legs with his fingertips. “Can you go again, princess?” He crawled up to be at head level with you, whispering in your ear. Pressing a kiss to your temple and rubbing your shoulder. His hand came down again to rub your overstimulated clit with two fingers.

“Mhm, yes. Yes, Doctor. Still ready for you.” You nodded your head and gave him the verbal consent he was looking for. Your hips twitched wildly on the bed. He smiled at you, fingers slowing down. He came to kneel on the bed and you saw the very prominent bulge in his trousers.

“S’good. Because my little patient’s not done with her check up yet. Gotta make sure this cunt can still take cock, right?”

#gyno!au #i hope yall like smut❤️#bc obviously i’m in a whoreish mood #my blurbs are so short but it’s ok!! bc i like it

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