lonesome-sometimes

[lonesome-sometimes]

hello would anyone care about me coming back

[lonesome-sometimes]

I wrote this ages ago and somehow found it now. not sure if I’ll ever finish it, but have this small tiny bit of writing anyway lol

george is the first to speak, leaning back in the armchair you had in your bedroom as he takes in the sight of you both.

"doesn't she look gorgeous?" he asks matty directly, raising his eyebrows and expecting a response.

he nods swiftly, looking back up at you. "so pretty, the prettiest." he whispers, wishing he could press a kiss to your stomach, your thighs, anywhere else he could reach right now, but that wasn't part of the plan and he was so excited for the plan.

you hum in acknowledgment, pushing a hand through his curls softly. "why don't you show george how good your mouth is, hm? convince him to let you make him cum, yeah baby?" you ask, letting him melt into your touch as he nods again.

you smile as matty plays the nervous part oh so well, looking at the strap hesitantly before pressing a kiss to the tip. one thing about matty was he loved having something in his mouth and being messy with it, jumping at every opportunity he had to use it.

he lets his tongue explore the tip of your cock, spit already covering it as he teases. he lets himself get lost in it, cock finally filling his mouth all the way to the base. he pulls off after a few seconds, spit connecting his mouth with the silicone as he groans softly and catches his breath. he really starts to suck you off now, staring up at your with glassy eyes as he acts like it's the real thing.

"god, your mouth is so perfect, such a little cockslut, aren't you? pretty baby, tell me what you are." you're babbling now, the sight of mattys mouth full of fake cock fucking with your head.

"’m your cockslut." he says, strap still in his mouth as he does so.

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got a serious case of the I can’t stop thinking about his mouth sickness

// ...but i hate to think about you with somebody else//

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up on the bookshelf

wheels on the bus 2 and it’s completely different because there is no bus or any form of transport at all really and matty is a librarian but it’s still wheels on the bus 2 (in the brat remix album cover format)

that was until a certain someone sitting behind the librarian desk caused you to drop them abruptly, sending a loud echo throughout the near silent building.

“matty?” you say in disbelief.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: public sex, sweet service top matty, age gap, oral (female receiving), slight blood kink when you squint, lovey dovey stuff because I miss matty I’m genuinely a trainwreck right now

minors do not interact!

with your reading list in one hand, you huff in annoyance as you fail to find the last few textbooks you needed for the rest of the semester. admitting your defeat, you carry the rest of your books towards the front desk, already dreading the walk back to campus on the other side of town.

that was until a certain someone sitting behind the librarian desk caused you to drop them abruptly, sending a loud echo throughout the near silent building.

“matty?” you say in disbelief.

he looks up from the book he was engrossed in, startled by the loud thud. he takes a second to register who you were, scrambling to push his bookmark into place before turning his full attention towards you. “y/n? oh my go- hey! hey, how are you? god, I haven’t seen you since-”

“since the really, really long and awkward bus ride home with your wife in our presence after you-” you explain nonchalantly, causing the older to choke on his own spit as you remind him of your rest stop bathroom antics, not that he had ever forgotten.

he laughs nervously, pushing a hand through his shorter curls. “I mean, I guess? anyway, what are you doing here?”

“oh, I go to college here.” you say like its obvious, gesturing to nothing as you look around the empty room. “I just hate our campus library, or just our campus in general I suppose, so I come here to study and take my books out. It’s much quieter here, campus is too…studenty?”

he laughs with you, chuckling softly at how ridiculous it sounded. “I get your point, but aren’t you meant to like, enjoy all of that?” he thinks for a moment, shaking his head softly. “nevermind, that’s not the point. this is crazy, what a nice surprise I-”

“you have a moustache now.” you observe out loud, your tongue working quicker than your brain as your eyes lingered on his upper lip and the new strip of hair there, moving down towards the tight sleeves of his grey tshirt and admiring the way it hugged his frame perfectly. “...and you look like you’ve been working out…don’t tell me you…”

his cheeks tinge pink, swinging his chair slightly away from you as he lets out a nervous breath. “I told he, I mean, not about us! not exactly, I just told her how I felt and here I now am, working day shifts at the local library, waiting for my whole music thing to take off, while she vacates on some island somewhere with her neeew husband.” he draws out the new, politely taking a book from an older lady and wishing her a nice day, turning back towards you. “I’m happy here though, the people are nice and well, you’re here.”

It’s your turn to blush at his words, forgetting how sweet he had been with you in the bathroom moments after he had fucked your throat raw. “oh, come on matty, it’s not like you sat and dreamt about me everyday like a fairytale princess waiting for her prince to come…” you half joke half admit about yourself, causing his cheeks to turn a darker shade of pink at the comparison, his secrets spilling without having even said anything.

“oh I seeee.” you singsong as you lean forward, putting your hands on the desk so that you were leaning over him, letting your oversized tshirt fall off your shoulder slightly and revealing your collarbone. not the most flattering outfit you could have worn, but you weren’t exactly expecting your random one bus stand to show up anytime soon. “been thinking about me, matty?”

he visibly swallows, opening his mouth to answer but instead his eyes widen as a mother and daughter approach the desk. you stand up straight again, slightly embarrassed as you pull your tshirt centre again. you watch the exchange, matty smiling ever so sweetly as he hands the young girl her picture book and again wishes them a lovely day. he turns to you once more, sighing softly. “darling, I don’t think now is a good time, I’m working and-”

“matty, I managed to seduce you into fucking my throat with enough time for small talk afterwards inside the bathroom of a service station during a twenty minute rest stop, all while your wife-”

“-ex wife.” he corrects, smiling softly.

“...ex wife, was sitting back on the bus unaware of how her sweet little husband was crying for me and asking me about my favourite radiohead album, and you’re gonna sit here and tell me you can’t have a private conversation with me because you’re at work?”

theres a moment of silence as he looks between you and the empty room, standing up suddenly and grabbing your hand as he pulls you back towards an abandoned section of the library. smiling wide, you expect him to push you up against one of the old bookcases and start kissing you like a man starved as he pulls you in front of him, but it never comes.

Instead, he pulls you in. hands coming up around your waist, he hugs you. unexpected and unsure of what to do at first, you let your arms come up around his shoulders, pulling him in closer as you stroke the hair on the back of his neck softly, letting him breathe you in as you stay silent for a moment.

he pulls away, the both of you laughing as you realise how ridiculous this is, not having shared more than ten minutes alone together that didn’t include a quickie in a restroom. “everything okay, matty?” you ask, pushing his hair away from his face and letting your hand rest against his cheekbones as he nods.

“I wanted to erm, thank you, for helping me realise things about my life and marriage, I might not look like anything special at the moment but since meeting you I’ve been able to find my own place, I have a kitten who I adore, and I actually get to work on my music I-” he stops. “I’m really happy y/n, and I owe that to you.”

for a second you’re worried he’s being completely serious. “m-matty, you surely can’t fully believe I’m to blame for all that, you barely even know me I-”

he starts kissing down your collarbone, letting your tshirt fall again as he sinks down down down till he’s almost kneeling in front of you, his hands coming up towards your tshirt, breathing heavy. “no really darling, thank you so, so much.” he breaths, punctuating each so with a wet kiss to your stomach, kissing and licking at each expanse of skin he can reach. your hand comes up to cover your mouth, the other moving to hold the back of hid head through the fabric of your shirt. somehow this felt much more intimate, more naughty, than the restroom ever did.

he reappears from under your shirt, staring up at you with complete adoration as his fingers dance up your thighs and hooking themselves into the waistband of your leggings. “can I please?” he asks ever so politely, although your pants are already being pulled down low enough so that he can access where he wanted before you had chance to answer. your face was on fire.

“been thinking about doing this since I met you, wanted to taste you so bad darling.” he breaths out against you sending goosebumps across your skin, lips so close to you as he teases before finally settling on your core.

you desperately try to stay quiet, the fact that you were both in a library being some sick torture and punishment for engaging in infidelity beforehand because good god was he good with his tongue, licking and sucking at your clit like he was desperate. his large hands almost enveloped your waist, holding you in place as he began to fuck you on his tongue up against the shelf behind you. you thread your fingers through his salt and pepper locks, frowning when it was a little too short to pull. still, you let your fingers stay where they were, your lips bitten red as you tried to conceal your noises.

suddenly he stops, pulling away from you with only a trail of spit connecting the two of you, lips glistening with your wetness. you look down, brows furrowed in confusion as you try and catch your breathe. “w-why’d you stop?”

he giggles before diving in again like a teenager, his hands moving to hook around the backs of your thighs now. you moan around your fist, desperatly trying to stay as quiet as you can but failing miserably. he shushes you, the vibration from his vocal chords not helping your situation as you feel yourself quickly approaching the edge. “m-matty I-”

he pulls away for a small second, eyes wide and hungry. “please cum for me darling, need to feel you cum on my tongue-” he begs, quickly diving back in as he licks you through your orgasm, groaning softly as he feels you clench around his tongue, lapping at your folds as he cleans up your orgasm.

“fuck-” you bring a finger up towards your lip, blood pooling on your tongue from where you had to bite to keep quiet unless you wanted the whole library to hear you. he pulls your leggings back up and over your thighs, the both of you silently thanking somebody for the fact that nobody was looking for cooking books. he smiles up at you dopily, allowing himself to catch his breath before standing back up.

“good?” he breaths out, pulling your bloodied finger to his lips to lick it clean. You couldn’t find the words to answer, nodding as you watch his lips sucking your fingers entranced. He pulls off them with a pop, smiling at the way he left you speechless.

you both forget where you are until an older male comes around the corner, causing you both to jump away from each other. he doesn’t suspect much, why would he? shooting you both a small smile before turning and going back the way he came, sending you both laughing.

“so…” he begins as your giggles come to a stop, shuffling from foot to foot nervously. “I don’t actually finish up in here for another hour, but I could drive you back to campus? your books seemed heavy, and I’m guessing you don’t have a car…”

god, you were so smitten for him and you had only spent less than an hour with him alone at most. “...or I could come to yours?”

he smiles, thinking for a moment as you two start walking back towards the desk, to no surprise the place was still pretty much empty. “wanna see a picture of lilah?”

you squeal at the idea of singing his kitten, sending apologies to nobody at the sudden loud noise coming from you once again. “yes please.” you nod and whisper, the idea of seeing both matty and lilah filling you with warmth.

you were right, the local library was definitely better than the campus library.

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this is really really sweet

the truth is I’m highly insecure and I don’t really fit in anywhere so posting fics here was really scary for me. I honestly didn’t think people really liked my writing enough to manifest my return so I abandoned this account for a multitude of reasons, the main being that I’m just super busy all the time. this is really lovely though, and put a smile on my face so thank you genuinely :’)

I reread the things I’ve wrote earlier though and I didn’t hate them, so maybe I’ll write some stuff when it comes to mind, who knows! my dms are always open though, without sounding super beggy I’d honestly really love some friends.

but yeah, I have been thinking about matty a lot lately so I might write something.

love you guys

hey

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hey

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baby might be mine

If you're not picturing short straight hair matty during this then you're doing it wrong (you can picture whichever matty you like) anyways this is completely self indulgent

his cheeks are flushed, tears falling from his eyes and cum leaking all over your chest as he fucks himself on your strap, the prettiest noises being pulled from the back of his throat. he goes to speak but stops himself, suddenly looking unsure.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: pegging and plugs, sub matty, soft dom reader, spanking, smoking, begging, they make love towards the end it's really sweet, slight mommy kink, just sweet subby matty because I love him too much

minors do not interact

matty is feeling submissive, that much is obvious. he had been feeling needy all throughout the dinner you were both currently attending, keeping a hand on you at all times whether that be your thigh or intertwined with your own, sitting so close to you that he could have been in your lap and nobody would have noticed a difference.

he had been suprisingly good despite you denying him, not once begging for more than you had given him or attempting to touch himself. he was completely under your spell and you couldn't wait to get home.

It was between mains and desserts when he finally leans into you, letting his hand wander underneath the table so that his fingers could play with the edge of your dress, leaning further into your neck and smelling your perfume. "I really, really, need you." he whispered softly, his words sounding breathless as he attempted to keep his composure to save face in front of your friends.

you smile softly at him, the sweetness of it contrasting with how harshly you grip his wrist and move it back into his own space. "wait, I'm having fun." he understands, dropping an apologetic kiss to your shoulder before turning back towards the conversation. you kept a close eye on him, making sure not to push him past his limit while still pushing his need and patience.

you eventually take pity on him, standing up so suddenly he almost jumps out of his own skin to match your movements. you announce both of your departures, saying your thanks and goodbyes while keeping a hand on his lower back as you lead him out of the fancy restaurant and into the cold air.

"pass me a cigarette." he jumps again at your sudden words, nodding as he fumbles around his pockets and pulls out the pack of malboro, handing one to you. he makes no attempt to pull one for himself, pocketing the box again and pulling out his lighter instead. he really was being a good boy tonight, hanging on your every word and waiting for you to tell him what to do and exactly how to do it. with that, you put the cigarette between your teeth and allow him to light it for you, trying to hide your smirk as his hands shake from both the cold and the need to have a smoke and touch you.

"you want some?" you ask softly, giggling when he nods desperately. you beckon him closer to you, your hand moving to his face as you trace his cheekbones with your fingertips. you take another long drag, letting the nicotine and the alcohol cloud your brain, befoe blowing the smoke directly back into his face.

"thank you." he whispers as his cheeks turn a dusty pink, almost causing you to drop the confidence at how small and needy he sounded, how sweet and submissive he was being for you.

you smoke until finally a cab pulls up to the curb, dropping the cigarrette to the floor and putting it out with your heel and not missing the way matty stared. you were half expecting him to break as you pull him into the back but his behaviour remains the same, his leg bouncing as you move your hand possessively up his inner thigh, inching closer to where he needed you the most.

you keep teasing him until the car pulls to a stop, leading him with you and into the house, dragging him towards your shared bedroom and pushing him up against the door with a loud thud. you finally kiss him, the taste of red wine and the smell of smoke filling your sense and making you feel dizzy with need and power. whenever he was like this, he became so pliant, not knowing how to think for himself.

you kiss him until you need to breathe, a string of spit connecting your lips and causing him to smile up at you dumbly, nothing but love and adoration behind his eyes. "cute, I want you to go and bring me our favourite, yeah?" he nods and disappears into your closet, leaving you to fix your hair and kcik off your heels. when he returns, you reward him with a chaste kiss as you tell him to undress and fast.

you begin to do the same, letting your dress fall to floor. you could feel his eyes burning into you, his breath hitching as you revealed the white lace that you had kept hidden from him, matching the stockings that were hugging your thighs just right.

you reach for the strap that he had placed on the bed, pulling it up and around your waist so that is was sitting perfectly between your hips, the hot pink standing between your legs. when matty had first suggested this specific colour, you had thought that it was too much, too unnatural, but it was so unmistakably matty and you couldn't say no in the end. it quickly became both of your favourites to use, the length and width pulling out the most beautiful sounds from your boy.

you make yourself comfortable against the pillows, beckoning matty over once he was undressed and pulling him into your lap and in for another kiss. you let yourself completely melt into it, moving your hands around his hips and feeling for the plug that you had left there as you were getting ready for dinner, keeping him full and needy just for you. It also meant that he wouldn't need much prep tonight, allowing you to continue your torturous game for a little while longer.

you toy with the plug as you keep kissing him lazily, slowly fucking him with it just to make him whimper and whine into your mouth. suddenly, you deliver a harsh smack to his ass and causing the plug to move deeper inside of him at the impact. "mm, you wanna ride me baby? be a good little bitch for me?" he cries out as you continue to rain down hits, the plug directly hitting his prostate but not enough for him to get any pleasure from it.

you couldn't resist as you watched the precum leak from his tip and down towards your chest, pulling him so his cock was in line with your lips. you suck him into your mouth, just to clean him off and indulge yourself in the taste of him. you ignored his whimpers, pulling the plug out in one swift motion and moving him backwards until he was perfectly alligned with your strap.

you tease his hole, letting the pressure build but never pushing in. your hands find their way into his perfectly styled hair that was now fanning out across his forehead, tears already forming at the corner of his eyes as he looked down at you begging. "please fuck me? I need to feel you, needed you all night, please? please please let me-" he babbles, crying out when you suddenly pull him down until he was flush against the tops of your thighs.

you let him adjust to the thickness and deepness of your cock inside of him, tracing your fingertips across his lips as you tease. "such a pretty little baby, move." you demand and he wastes no time, pushing himself back up onto his knees before letting himself sink down again. you let yourself relax against the bed, enjoying the view as he picked up a pace and continued to ride you, a sight you will never grow tired of.

his cheeks are flushed, tears falling from his eyes and cum leaking all over your chest as he fucks himself on your strap, the prettiest noises being pulled from the back of his throat. he goes to speak but stops himself, suddenly looking unsure.

"hey, hey what is it baby?" you pull him down so that your cock stayed inside of him but he could no longer move, forcing him to focus on you and your words.

he swallows, averting your eyes before speaking softly. "do you think we could... I want you to be gentle, I need to feel you I-" suddenly everything clicks in your mind; how needy he was being at dinner and how non-verbal he has been. he needs you to take care of him.

"you need me to love on you, is that it angel?" you ask cautiously, not wanting to scare him and have him freak out, knowing how asking for what he needs can sometimes cause him to withdraw. he nods and whimpers softly, hiding his face in your neck from embarrassment.

you sit up and push him down onto the bed softly, cock still inside him as you leave a chaste kiss to his lips. he flushes down to his chest as you pull out and push back in, crying out as you bottom out and pull him flush against your hips. his eyes are glassed over now with both tears and want, staring up at you as you continue to fuck into him softly but deeply. he would do anything you asked him. he was completely yours, your sweet boy.

"my good boy, I wanna hear your sweet noises, come on angel-" you encourage, ghosting your lips across his neck and down towards his collarbones that were already adorned with bruises from earlier. his moans become louder, cheeks flushing an even deeper red and his cock a similar shade to match.

It didn't take him long before he was close, desperately opening and closing his hand in a silent plea for you to intertwine your fingers with his. "can I cum? please? wanna cum from you fucking me and nothing else, please mommy I-" he begs, mind too full to even realise what he had just called you.

you pocketed it for later, not wanting to overwhelm him any further as you push your hand into his open one. "cum for me, love. let me see what I do to you." you whisper, taking his lips as your own and muffling his cries as he cums, painting both of your chests pearly white as he squeezes your hand.

you kiss him through his high, stroking his hair and his cheeks as he comes down and regains his breath. you keep yourself inside of him, knowing how much he loves being close to you during the come down.

he smiles lopsided up at you, eyes full of tears and love as he giggles softly. "I love you." you promise, kissing his nose and his eyelids gently which only causes him to giggle more. you stay inside of him a little longer before pulling out, removing the harness and cleaning the cum from both of you before sitting against the headboard and pulling him into your lap, kissing his neck and cheeks.

"you wanna smoke, angel?" you ask and he nods, reaching for the weed you keep in your bedside. you stroke his hair and down his arms, letting him roll as your mind runs a million miles an hour, picturing all the ways you can get him to call you mommy again.

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this isn’t really related to fics at all but I think it’s so hard being in a fandom and not really fitting in a group of people. I have a bunch of friends from all corners of the world and following them on tour was a fucking dream and things happened to me that I truly never thought would, but fuck man it gets so lonely.

especially now that they’re not really doing much, now it really does feel like I’m sitting in silence and sure I have things I should be doing like university assignments and I have my job that I love, but in moments where I just wanna indulge in major brainrot or just talk about the band, it can feel so lonely not really having a person.

I struggle because I don’t really have My person in general, but being in a community full of people I get on really well with makes it harder because someone should be my person you know? I only really have my mum I think lol but anyway sometimes these feelings create fics so maybe more sub matty will come from it, or angst, who knows?

[lonesome-sometimes]

I’ll lock and load

I’m not really sure where this came from but this is part two of your favourite centrefold so enjoy!

you were about to take a drag yourself when it was snatched back from your hold. you were going to make a quick witty comment to him about how you were a big girl and could smoke if you liked. however, matty wasn’t holding it, and you suddenly felt too crowded for your liking.

matty healy x female reader x george daniel

content warnings: rough sex, threesome (??), unprotected sex, dom matty, dom george, semi-public sex, cum play, degradation, daddy kink, age gap, slut shaming, mild praise kink, hair pulling, george is mean!

minors do not interact!

usually you would leave a quick fuck feeling fulfilled, with cum dripping out of you and into your panties and your hair a mess as you made your way back to your apartment, painting the perfect picture of a whore with a smug smile on your face.

this time though, you couldn’t get him out of your head. matty. remembering his name should have been the first sign. endless nights you spent teasing yourself, retracing where his hands left fingerprints on your hips as he used your body for his pleasure, how his voice sounded close to your ear as he put you in your place.

It was both heaven and torture, nothing you did ever coming close to the burning desire that had started when you met him. you went as far as to finding someone else to occupy your mind, going as far as going to another bar across the city to avoid seeing him but it wasn’t enough, nothing was. not your own hands, not another persons touch.

you were obsessed and you needed him.

tuesday came around and you couldn’t honestly help yourself. you spent the whole day pampering yourself, lathering your body in creams and perfumes that screamed femininity. closer to the evening, you pulled the baby blue strapless dress up over your thigh and hips, admiring the way it hugged you in all the right places as you fixed your curled hair. you pushed your feet into your heels, applying the last of your makeup, making sure your lip gloss was perfect and the blush on your cheeks a pretty pink, before grabbing your shoulder bag. you looked beautiful, stunning even, the perfect picture of feminine.

It never took you long, picking this specific bar all those months ago for that very reason. you composed yourself as you reached the building, getting into character as you pushed open the door and the familiarity of the place easing your nerves as you entered further in. you didn’t do your usual glance around at the customers this time though, knowing exactly where you were headed, what you were looking for.

you couldn’t help but smile when you found him, sitting in a booth in the corner of the dimly lit room, a contrast to the light, angelic vibe of your outfit. he pretended not to notice you as you sauntered over to his table, making sure to swing your hips as you did. he picked up the packet of cigarettes, placing one between his teeth and letting his gaze wander up and down your body in fake disinterest like it did the first time you met.

you sat down across from him, making yourself comfortable as he chuckled and put the lighter down, leaning back in his chair. “didn’t I tell you I don’t fuck whores like you?” he questioned, letting the tab hang from his lips.

you put out your bottom lip to resemble a pout, crossing your arms like a petulant child and feigning upset. “a hello would have been nice. are not happy to see me, daddy? I’m so happy to see you. I even got dressed up for you.” you whine, crossing and uncrossing your legs to reveal the white lace panties you wore underneath that matched the stockings adorning your legs to emphasise your point.

“dressed is an understatement.” he commented nonchalantly. “whatever happened to not going in for seconds?” he asked, trying his hardest not to let his eyes linger up your skirt. you guessed people talked, judging from last time when he knew your intentions before even having to say anything. you didn’t mind that, it made your life easier. people still tried though, begging for your number and promising you all you could want.

you always said no though, promising yourself you would never lower yourself to that. promises were made to be broken though, and you had everything you could ever want right in front of you.

“does that make me an exception?” he asked, pulling the cigarette from his lips as he raised his eyebrows at you.

you leaned across the table, plucking the cigarette from between his fingers and holding it between your own. your face was close to his now, lips ghosting yours as you smiled. “you could say that.”

you were about to take a drag yourself when it was snatched back from your hold. you were going to make a quick witty comment to him about how you were a big girl and could smoke if you liked. however, matty wasn’t holding it, and you suddenly felt too crowded for your liking.

“I’m hurt, princess. he gets an exception, but not me?” you whip your head around so fast you swear it could have done a full turn around, taking in the sight of the tall, broad blonde standing above you.

george.

he smirked at the dumbfounded look on your face, not expecting him to be here as well as matty. this wasn’t part of your plan, and while you’re not disappointed, all your confidence was now lost. you turn around again when you hear that same deep chuckle from before, scowling at matty as he takes a sip of his drink.

“surprised, are we? I don’t just come here to fuck little whores like you, although I didn’t exactly do that last time did I?” you blush a deep crimson, suddenly embarrassed now that you were sandwiched between the two men. “I actually want to have a drink with my mate, so if you could get-“

george coos from above you, sliding down into the booth next to you and placing a hand high on your upper thigh. “that’s not very nice, matthew. she’s ready to break her ever so strict rules just for you, and you’re gonna tell her get lost?” he teases condescendingly, power dripping from his tone.

matty sinks back in his chair, also embarrassed from being put in his place so quickly. interesting.

george turns to you now, cocking his head to one side as he drinks up the sight of you. “cat got your tongue? nothing to say for yourself now, hm?” you felt utterly helpless, trying your best to find words but facing defeat. you swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes dancing between the two of them until finally your brain began to somewhat work.

“I guess I could make two exceptions?”

suddenly, you’re being pulled to your feet and towards the bathrooms, the door clicking lock behind you as you’re pushed between the two of them. you feel matty first, his hands making home on your hips and in your hair again as he pulled you flush against his chest. pushing your skirt up, he started to grind his cock against your ass and thighs, a feeling you know all too familiar that had you whimpering. you couldn’t take that again, especially not with both of them here.

you felt george next, his body pressing tightly against yours as he titled your chin up with two fingers. his lips ghosted over yours, so close you could feel his breath mixing with your own. you pouted your lips, silently begging him to kiss you but it never came.

you heard matty unzipping his jeans behind you, a deep groan escaping him as his throbbing cock his the air and bounced against his stomach. you whimpered, desperate for george’s attention as he pushed your dress up over your ass, pushing your panties to the side with it as he lined himself up.

you moaned high in your throat as he finally, finally pushed inside of you. your walls clenched around him, pulling him home as he bottomed out. “fuck, baby! you feel so good hugging my cock just right. was it worth the wait, huh darling? worth whoring yourself out once more?” he pulled almost all the way out of you before pushing back in, precum dripping from your entrance and down the slope of your thighs. he fucked into you deep but fast, almost pulling out each time. It felt like he was rearranging your organs with each thrust, a piece of him making home inside you with each pulse of his cock or slap to your thighs. It felt fucking good.

you felt george’s fingers tracing your glossed lips then, a silent order to open. you did as you were told, whimpering when you felt the thick digits cover your tongue and slide down your throat. you felt so full, but not full enough, completely overstimulated by the two men as you were pressed between them. george continued to open your throat up with his fingers, holding your jaw with his other hand to keep you exactly where he wanted you. “such a whore for matty, aren’t you princess? being such a good girl just for him.”

you shook your head, trying your best to tell him that you were his slut too, that you needed him just as much, but his fingers were too thick and too deep and matty was fucking you so good that you couldn’t form a single thought.

“fuck darling, I’m-“ matty groaned, bottoming out as he finished deep inside you, your walls hugging him tightly as you came on his cock and nothing else. george pulled his fingers from your throat, wiping your spit across your flushed cheeks.

matty slapped your ass as he pulled out of you, cum already starting to drip down your thighs. mesmerised, he gathered the cum on his fingers and pushed it back inside you, making a comment about how he wanted you to feel him as deep as possible.

you whined when you felt the loss of georges touch next, trying your best to stand upright as he moved towards the door. “w-where are you going?”

he looked at you puzzled, as if you had said the most confusing thing known to man. “I’m going back to enjoy my drink and so is he, what we actually came here to do.” he said as though it was obvious, gesturing to matty as he turned towards the door again. matty stood behind him, same look on his face from the first time.

“but you never… george? please?” you never usually begged, that definitely wasn’t your style, but you really couldn’t help yourself. you had been pent up for a whole week, and the idea of leaving with that same need as last time did not sound fun.

“oh sweetheart.” he started, moving back towards you and crowding your space again. he brought his hands to your face, holding it in his hands as he gently left a chaste kiss on your glossed lips. you realise you hadn’t actually kissed either of them, the thought leaving a pit in your stomach. he pretended to feel bad, being gentle with you as an apology he never meant for leaving you here needy, but you could see right through him. “you never came here for me, did you? you came for him. I guess you’ll just have to try again next week, won’t you?”

the feeling of fulfilment never came, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. there was always next week and you were sure you would be back for thirds.

[lonesome-sometimes]

be an angel all night

I really like his neck and I listened to I can fix him (no really I can) too many times so I guess this was the love child of that. this is completely self indulgent because submissive, needy men make my heart thump too.

while dominant matty made your head spin, submissive matty made your heart thump. he found it much harder to admit when he needed to be taken care of compared to when he wanted to take care of you. he needed someone to guide him and tell him what he needed.

he needed to not think for himself, and that is exactly what you planned to do.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: collars and leashes, sub matty, soft dom reader, oral (female receiving), praise kink, hair pulling, light choking, cumming untouched, they are very sweet honestly, pegging is implied, sweet needy matty

minors do not interact!

matty whimpered high in his throat as you tugged on the short curls close to his neck, palming the front of his boxers with your other hand. It had been a long week for both of you, work schedules clashing with you hardly seeing each other until bedtime came around, both of you being exhausted and passing out before you could catch up. luckily, you now had the whole weekend to do as you please, deciding to spend the beginning of it nursing a bottle of wine together before ending up on your shared bed for a much needed yet lazy make out.

when matty worked, he put his whole soul into whatever he was doing. you would sometimes struggle to get him to slow down at times, urging him to remember to take breaks and often reminding him to take care of his own basic needs. you didn’t mind of course, knowing how quickly he became invested in things especially if those things weren’t going as he planned.

sometimes matty needed to be in control, especially when he couldn’t find control in his work, stretching to the bedroom where he would force your mind empty until it was practically dripping between your legs. you absolutely loved matty when he was mean, when he was in control, when he would make you cum over and over until you could hardly think.

but you loved your sweet angel more.

while dominant matty made your head spin, submissive matty made your heart thump. seeing his cheeks tint pink when you would praise him, watching as his eyes rolled back into his head while you stroked and edged him for hours, hearing his sweet whimpers as you fucked into him deep with the strap he so eagerly bought a few months into your relationship. you really couldn’t get enough.

he found it much harder to admit when he needed to be taken care of compared to when he wanted to take care of you. he needed someone to guide him and tell him what he needed. he needed to not think for himself, and that is exactly what you planned to do.

you pulled your his tshirt over his head, taking a moment to admire the way his lips parted, eyes staying closed as his curls fell forward and he waited for your lips again, never once initiating anything himself. you had him exactly where you wanted him and where he needed to be. you indulged, kissing him softly again. he started to tug at his your tshirt, silently begging for more of you. “tell me what you need, darling.” you whispered against his mouth, holding his hand in yours to ease his nerves as he whined.

“please just-“ he started, trying his best to form words as you continued to palm his front. you tilted your head in question, waiting for a response but not pushing him past his point. “I-I need you to make me feel cared for, please?”

you smiled, rewarding him by moving his hand towards your chest in silent permission remove your shirt and to touch. he loved your tits, especially when he was in this headspace. “need me to show you how much I love you, hm? let you be my good boy for the night?” you teased lightly, tilting his chin up and kissing him again as he continued to palm at your chest over your bra, completely mesmerised. your hands moved to his neck, holding him in place as you became lost in his tongue once again when suddenly you had an idea.

you pulled back, a string of spit connecting your lips as you smiled softly. “can I try something tonight, angel? nothing scary or crazy, just something I have been thinking about?” you ask, giggling as he nodded enthusiastically, always willing to try something new knowing how happy it would make you. you stand up, pulling him up by his hand and dragging him towards the mirror in your bedroom. you ordered him to close his eyes, reluctantly letting you leave as you moved towards your closet to grab the item you needed from the box you had hidden weeks back. It was nothing special, plain and simple yet still perfectly matty.

you walk back towards him, showering him in more praise when you see that he had followed your orders and kept his eyes tightly closed. you crowd his space once more, pulling his back flush against your chest as you wrap your arms around his front. you bring your hands to his neck again, this time holding a black leather collar with a small ring in the shape of a heart at the front to clip on the matching leash. you pull it around his neck, causing him to let out a gasp quickly turned whimper at the realisation of what it was you were gifting him.

clicking it in place, you pushed two fingers under the leather band to make sure it wasn’t too tight where it would obstruct his breathing as you stroked his hair softly. “Is this okay? open your eyes for me, pretty baby.” you ask softy, kissing the side of his neck close to where it meets the collar. he nods and promises it is, flushing crimson at the endless praise and the sight of him collared just for you. you clip the leash to the collar, giving it an experimental tug so that he loses his balance just a little, falling back against your chest. “tell me what you like about it, darling.” you encourage, feeling up his sides and sucking dark bruises across his neck as he attempts to find his words.

“I-I like that it means I’m yours, that you own me.” he says softly, eyes widening at the picture you both made in the mirror. while he would never admit it, he loved watching you both especially during times like this. “that you can do whatever you want to me.” he finishes, rewarding him with a few strokes of his cock.

“that’s right, angel, and look how pretty you look just for me. I can’t wait to tug you around, pulling you exactly where I need you. do exactly what I like to you. you’re so good for me.” you tease again, tugging his head around every which way to accentuate your words. he whimpers, swallowing down a moan as you pull him back towards your bed. you make yourself comfortable, laying against the pillows and relaxing your body as he waits for you to place him exactly where you need him.

spreading your legs, you pull him down towards your clothed core. he licks his lips in preparation, unable to stop himself while trying to hide his eagerness. matty adored going down on you more than anything in the world, wanting nothing more than to please and make you feel more than good. “pull my panties down, ah-ah! just with your teeth. that’s it, good boy.” you talk him through it, letting him stay close as possible by keeping a tight grip on the leather leash knowing that’s exactly what he needed. “that’s right, good boy. come even closer.” you urge, pulling so that his lips were almost ghosting your wetness. “now beg.”

he looks up at you and back towards your folds, trying his best to move forward but the leash stopping him from doing exactly that. “please let me-“ you feel his warm breath against your clit, trying your best not to give in. he needed this, you couldn’t let him have what he wanted too easily. he liked, needed, to work for it.

“what’s stopping you matthew? I’m right there, angel. come on, try for me.” you watch smugly as he keeps trying to lunge forward, knowing it was impossible, going as far as to sticking him tongue out in an attempt to reach you but he never could. he whined in frustration, becoming more and more desperate as the minutes went by. “what’s wrong? what’s stopping you from pleasing me, matty?”

he looks up at you, eyes black and full of desire as well as frustration. “please let me taste you, I’m so fucking thirsty please? I’ll be so good, I promise. I wanna be good and make you cum. please pull me, tug me anywhere you like just please let me-“ you pull him into you before he could finish his sentence, choking him a little and causing him to lose his breath before regaining his composure, starting to lick and suck and taste your wetness on his tongue. It felt so fucking good. you became lost in the pleasure, letting your head relax against the pillows as he fucked into you with his tongue and almost completely forgetting about your newfound toy that you were testing.

“god, you’re so good, aren’t you?” he nodded against you, not once stopping his task, mind full of determination while also clouded with need. “maybe I should fuck you with my cock after this, pull you back using this.” you emphasise your point with another tug. “you look so cute, like my little puppy, yeah? wanna hump my leg afterwards and make a mess all over me? wanna be my good little puppy?” you go on, getting lost in your teasing, it becoming less coherent the closer you became. his moans vibrated against your cunt as you clenched your thighs around his head, signalling that you were getting close. “fuck, puppy, I’m gonna cum!” you warn, shaking as you clench around his tongue and drench the bottom half of his face with your slick.

you let the leash slacken as you come down from your high, catching your breath and letting him catch his before pulling him back towards you. “you made a mess, angel. clean it up.” he laps at your cunt messily, catching the rest of your wetness on his tongue until you finally let him sit back and letting the leash go slack. you smile, feeling so lopsided from your intense orgasm. he looks up at you, eyes full of adoration and want as he panted to catch his breath.

he looked totally fucked, lips covered in your cum and cheeks a deep red, directly contrasting with the dark leather around his throat. you giggle, pushing the curls away from his face which only causes him to smile up at you sweetly as he rests his head against your thigh. “my good boy, you ready for me to touch you now? let you make a mess inside of me?” you offer, just in case he needed to be fucked by you instead, unsure of how deep in subspace he was.

he blushed even deeper than you were aware he could, refusing to look at you and deciding to find other things in his peripheral to occupy him. you knew that look all too well, pulling him up so he was sitting on his knees in front of you and revealing the dark wet patch that was now covering the front of his underwear. “I-I couldn’t…. I’m sorry, it felt too good and I-“ he started to plead his case, being stopped as you abruptly pull him down and into another kiss.

you would punish him later for cumming without your permission, reminding yourself you had an entire weekend. right now, you needed your sweet boy and his sweet mouth just a little longer. he was in no position to deny you, was he? not with your collar sitting snugly around his throat.

[lonesome-sometimes]

wheels on the bus

I promise I don’t have a thing for matty being a married man this was just a very real experience for me minus most of it

suddenly a man climbs on and interrupts, giving a series of apologies to both the driver and the people he kept waiting. you would be annoyed if he wasn’t so hot, tight black jumper and unruly curls sitting on his head like a halo. suddenly, the woman from before is waving him down towards the back of the bus and your heart sinks.

that’s her fucking husband?

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: face fucking, sub matty, teasing, semi-public sex, cheating, age gap

minors do not interact!

If you knew that you would be stuck on a bus for as long as you were, you wouldn’t have even bothered travelling but the world seemed to hate you that day and was throwing every possible obstacle towards you.

luckily for you, the seat next to you had managed to stay empty for most of the trip which was always a blessing. you were pulling into the second stop of the journey when you quickly realised that was about to come to an end, the queue far too long with too little seats left.

you force yourself to seem as unapproachable as possible when you feel someone tap your shoulder, turning to see a dark haired woman smiling at you almost condescendingly. you pull one side of your headphones to the side so it sits behind your ear, still looking at her dumbfounded. you weren’t in the mood, your day had been long enough.

“Is it okay if my husband sits here? he’s coming now, he just is putting our bags away but I’m going to sit in front of this seat and I want to be able to sit near him. my husband won’t be a bother-“ every word went in one ear and out of the other, the word husband suddenly becoming the worst word in the entire dictionary and the shiny diamond on her finger painfully obvious. how charming.

you nod, turning your body and sliding your headphones back on for the simple pleasure of drowning out most of the noise of the other passengers, your music staying paused. the driver stands up, a tall man who seemed far too young and cool looking to be stuck driving some bus on a saturday. “I know this situation isn’t really ideal for anybody, but I promise to speed and get you all where you need to be. please just shout at me if you need anything, my name is george and-“ suddenly a man climbs on and interrupts, giving a series of apologies to both the driver and the people he kept waiting. you would be annoyed, feeling deserving of an apology to if he wasn’t so hot, tight black jumper and unruly curls sitting on his head like a halo. you turn your attention to the woman from before, waving him down towards the back of the bus and your heart sinks.

that’s her fucking husband?

his face lights up at the sight of her, making his way down towards where the empty seat is and sliding down next to you. he shoots you a quick, kind smile before turning his full attention to his wife to your dismay, leaning over the top of her seat and stroking her hair. the whole situation was just sad really, he was far too good for her but you can see why she was so obsessed with using the word husband beforehand.

you were in for the hardest two hours of your life.

you couldn’t even focus on your music, abandoning it all together and hour into the drive in favour of hearing his hushed voice instead. he was currently resting his chin on the top of her seat, eyes crinkling as he smiled at something she said. he pushed a hand through his hair, the sleeves of his jumper pushing up slightly to reveal some tattoos on his wrists causing your eyes to widen, becoming curious as to how many tattoos he had and where.

another hour of torture goes by, the man next to you seeming to be so sickly in love that it started to make you somewhat mad. he was fully leaning around her seat now, his face close to hers as they talked quietly. you decided to just try and ignore them alltogether, reopening spotify when you hear him speak.

“radiohead? great choice! I didn’t know they were still popular with the kids these days.” you turn to see him smiling at you, not even realising he had moved and being absolutely dumbfounded that he’s suddenly speaking to you. he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck causing you to notice the crinkles by his eyes for the first time. “god, that makes me sound so old doesn’t it? sorry I wasn’t meaning to bother you-“

“no!” you suddenly exclaim, realising how crazy you sounded. you regain your composure, side eyeing his wife who was not in her seat. he must notice your curiosity because he speaks up again. “we’re stopping for a bathroom break, the kids on board must have been pissing the driver off, do you want me to move?” he attempts to stand but you grab his wrist, pulling him back down.

“I’m good, thank you for letting me know.” you try and sound as sweet as possible, smiling softly while rubbing the soft material of his jumper between your fingertips. “you’re not bothering me at all, you’re actually the first person I’ve spoke to all day.”

he looks down at your hand on his jumper and you swear you see a blush spread across his face, a stray curl falling forward as he does. you start feeling a little lightheaded, almost letting your thoughts get the better of you. you drop his jumper, moving to push the curl back away from his face but he moves too suddenly, shaking his head to organise his thoughts.

you turn to see his wife climbing back on the bus, that condescending smile from before returning as she sees you both. they start chatting again, forcing you to return back to your petty mood and making a show of it, crossing your arms and letting your music flow through your ears. you through two minutes of karma police before you physically cannot take it anymore, pulling your headphones off and turning to the couple next to you.

“I’m so sorry if I’m overstepping, but you guys are just so cute together. how long have you been married?” you smile too wide to be genuine, voice sickly sweet as your attention focuses solely on the man. his wife leans around her seat and looks at you like you had offended her, but takes the opportunity to obsess over the word husband once more.

“well my husband and I have actually been married for about three years, is that right matty? I think so.” she smiles at him, playing with his fingers awaiting his answer. you don’t really care what she has to say, the name matty bouncing around your brain and how it would sound coming off of your tongue. he continues to look at you, completely taken back by your boldness before clearing his throat.

“yeah we erm, we have been married a while now. we actually just got back from our two year anniversary vacation, you should know that darling.” he speaks to her, almost seeming sad that she had forgotten. she just laughs, announcing that milestones mean nothing so long as she has him. you could almost feel your eyes rolling back into your head and not in the way you were imagining.

he smiles awkwardly at you. they went back to talking between themselves, your brain racing with ideas and images. you think for a little while, coming up with a truly awful plan. you had found something you wanted and with the day you were having you deserved some excitement.

you wait a few minutes, waiting for the right moment before beginning. “I’m sorry, I just need to grab my charger in my bag. I’ll just-“ you stand up, causing matty and his wife to stop talking and look up at you as you begin to climb over his legs. you silently thank the driver for suddenly going over a bump in the road, causing you to trip and fall directly into his lap.

his hands fly up out of instinct, grabbing your waist and holding you there for a moment. you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against you, moving so your hips grind down on him as you stand up again. “god, matty! I am so sorry! I lost my balance, I’ll just grab my charger and I’ll stop being a bother, again I’m so sorry to interrupt.” you lie through your teeth, reaching up to grab your charger out of your bag in the overhead compartment while making sure your tshirt rides up directly in front of his face, exposing your lower stomach and a strip of your lace underwear that was hidden beneath your pants. you pretend to look for your charger for a good few minutes, giving him a show as you did.

you eventually find what you were looking for, making eye contact with him as you climb back over into your seat. you bite your lip as you look down at his crotch, the bulge more prominent than before. you feel powerful, causing a married man to fold at practically nothing.

you get comfortable again, scrolling through instagram when he suddenly speaks for the first time in the last twenty minutes. “god, when did it get so fucking hot in here?” he laughs sheepishly again, pulling his jumper over his head and shoving it in his lap to cover up his problem.

granting you your wish, you could finally see the wrist tattoos from before as well as the many others. his arms were toned, covered in artwork that looked so beautiful and hot at the same time. his curls had become messy through his hands constantly playing with it and the jumper being pulled over.

the bus keeps driving for another ten minutes, the longest ten minutes of both yours and his life, before pulling in at another service station. george stands up, announcing that the bus would be here for thirty minutes and that if you weren’t back in time he would drive off and leave you, causing the kids at the front who must be driving him mad to giggle and pull faces.

matty suddenly stands up, announcing to his wife that he was running to the bathroom and to grab them both a snack, urging her to stay there. perfect.

you let him get a five minute head start before standing up, not even acknowledging the woman as you make your way off the bus and towards the bathrooms where you see matty push the door open. you rush after him, causing the the door to fly open. you both stand in the middle of the service station bathroom, the tension thick and heavy in the air.

he swallows, rubbing his arm and avoiding your eyes as he speaks up first. “can…can I help you?” he asks, his voice coming out strained and broken which only causes you to giggle. you move further into the room, crowding him up against the tiled wall.

“I’m not sure matty, can I help you at all?” you smirk, lips so close to his own as you speak you could feel the shaky breaths on your face. he swallows again, eyes avoiding yours as he shakes his head.

“I’m married, I shouldn’t be…” he trails off as you push your body up against his, cocking your head to the side as you lick your lips and grab the shape of his cock through his pants. he lets out a breath, relaxing against the wall as you start stroking him through the fabric softly. interesting.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?” you ask innocently, knowing what you were doing by now, the effect you were having on him. he closes his eyes, letting his head hit the tile with a thud before he looks down at you through his lashes. up close, he’s so much prettier than you had realised. you wanted to ruin him and have him ruin you at the same time.

“please.” he breathes out, taking you by surprise as he pushes his hips up until your hand and parts his lips. “please just touch me.” he begs, and how could you say no to that?

you move your head and steal his lips in a soft kiss, his lips parting instantly and letting you control the situation. this isn’t what you were picturing when he first stepped onto the bus, but after the mood you had been in you can’t say you’re unsatisfied with the turn of events. you move to unzip his trousers, shoving them down his legs and pulling his cock out of his underwear.

fucking hell. you weren’t expecting that.

he breaths are heavy, eyes wide as he waits patiently for you to do something. you think for a moment, deciding what you want to do with the little time you had. you started mouthing at his jaw being careful not to leave any marks to save him some face, his neck and down his torso until you’re forced to get on your knees so that you’re face to face with his leaking cock.

he leans his head back against the wall again, his hands finding refuge in your hair as he lets out a choked moan at the sight of you on your knees for him. If only you had more time, you’d spend hours torturing him, his sweet breathy moans quickly becoming your favourite sound.

that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun right now.

“I thought you were married, hm? your poor little wife, sitting on that bus completely unaware that her husband of two years is letting a young, innocent girl get him off. don’t you feel bad?” you tease, lips ghosting the tip of his cock as you speak. he quickly shakes his head, hands moving from your hair to form fists at his sides.

“she…she doesn’t do this for me. we haven’t even…just please?” he begs, his revelation music to your ears. “you don’t know how long it’s been since I…she won’t have sex with me, something to do with-“ he moans as you wrap your lips around his cock, letting the weight of it sit on your tongue as you savour the taste.

you slap his thigh lightly, a silent order for him to keep speaking as you start to suck his cock slowly. “oh fuck, something to do with staying pure…an act of celibacy or some bullshit but I really do love her, I promise.” he continues, emphasising the really with a thrust of his hips, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat, fluttering around him as he whines.

you pull off his length with a pop, lipgloss smeared around the tip of it as you work him with your hand. “that’s such a shame, you’re far too pretty for that. you sound so sweet. If only you were mine, I’d do so much to you.” you lick away precum that had gathered at his tip again, kissing it softly and pulling back again. “hm, how about I let you fuck my throat, since you’ve been such a good boy for me? you deserve to use me, no need to be shy.” you wink, moving your arms behind your back and letting your lips fall open and ready.

he stares at you, completely taken back by what you just offered. he lets himself think for a moment, about the morality of the situation, before shaking his head and grabbing his cock again and shoving it past your lips. clearly deciding that there was no time for questioning his moral compass as he moans loudly, feeling more free as he begins to fuck your throat. he picks up his pace, holding your hair as he whispers sweet nothings like you’re so good for me and so much better than she could ever be, even going as far as to wipe away the tears that had formed around your eyes and saying please don’t cry, you’re too pretty baby, I’m sorry

his hips begin to stutter, a sign that he’s almost there. “please, please let me cum down your throat, I need to cum please let me-” he begs through broken sobs, waiting for a nod of your head before he’s spilling down your throat, his groans echoing around the empty bathroom.

you pull off his cock, his body slumped against the wall as you show him your white covered tongue, swallowing his cum only causing him to moan again. he was such a boy, and you couldn’t really blame him considering what he had just told you. you decide to be nice, tucking him back into his underwear and pulling his pants back up his legs, going as far as to button them back up for him and placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I genuinely don’t think I can move away from this wall.” he admits, blush creeping up his cheeks again as he brings his thumb up to wipe the smeared lipgloss from your face. “thank you for that, and I erm…fuck, I’m sorry? I feel bad that I didn’t-” he says, gesturing towards you.

you shake your head and smile, giggling softly. “don’t worry about me, it seems like you have enough to deal with.”

“you could say that.” he laughs back, checking the time on his watch and letting out a sigh of relief to see that you still had five minutes before you really needed to be back, knowing his kind, thoughtful wife would hold the bus up if needs be. “we still have five minutes, if you really want me to do anything?”

you shake your head again, pulling his hand up into yours and playing with his fingers the same way his wife had done on the bus not long ago, sliding his wedding ring off and on. “I think I’d rather learn more about you? If that’s okay?”

he smiles down at you again and nods, eyes crinkling as he says “well I never actually got to talk to you about radiohead…”

[lonesome-sometimes]

your favourite centrefold

I was bored and wrote this with nasty cherry on repeat do not take any of this seriously anyway

you were aware of the types of men that came to drink in bars like this one at this time of night - more specifically the types of men you simply couldn’t stop coming back for.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: unprotected sex, dom matty, semi-public sex, cheating, alcohol, face and pussy slapping, cum play, use of “sir” and daddy kink, degradation, manhandling, age gap, rough sex, thigh fucking, slut shaming (??)

minors do not interact!

you were aware of the types of men that came to drink in bars like this one at this time of night - more specifically the types of men you simply couldn’t stop coming back for.

you pull your dress up a little higher, leaving nothing to the imagination as you move further into the room knowing it all too well by now. asking the bartender for your usual poison of choice, you lean up against the dark wood searching for your weekly fill.

It was a tuesday night, nothing too special but you were bored and felt the need to start your weekend early. fortunately for you that meant the place was close to being empty while also meaning your task was much easier - especially when you see him.

you had never seen him before - you would remember every inch of him if you had. sitting at the bar nursing what seemed to be a whiskey was probably the hottest man you had ever seen in your life. the wife beater he was wearing hugged his shoulders and back so perfectly, showing off the number of tattoos covering his arms, as well as grey curls that were mostly slicked back. the few that refused to be tamed making home on his forehead instead.

he was perfect and you needed him.

you finish your drink as fast as possible before making your way towards him. you notice the cigarettes and lighter sitting next to his drink, as well as his open wallet with a picture of what seems to be him and his girlfriend? wife? making the situation so much more fun and him more attractive than you found him before. he finally notices you as you slide up next to him, bracketing him in between yourself and the wall. he gives you a quick glance over, the wetness between your legs pooling by the second as he seems somewhat unimpressed.

you take him in, noticing the light stubble dusting his cheeks while trying not to drown in his scent - a mix of faint cologne, cigarettes and what is definitely another woman’s perfume - before mustering up the courage to actually speak.

“hey.”

he actually fucking smirks at you, seeming to find the situation amusing as he takes a sip of his drink and sighs dramatically. “so, you’re the girl my mate george warned me about, hm?”

your eyes widen, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. endless faces began flowing through your mind until you remember the one he’s talking about. george. he had been both sweet and cruel when you needed him to be, tall and handsome and he had fucked you so, so well in the backseat of his car after you sucked his cock for him in the toilets. how could you forget about george?

If you ever went back in for a second helping, he would be the absolute top of your list. however you had made a promise to yourself when you first started this whole ordeal that you would never fuck the same man twice, and you were determined to keep it that way.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about?” you say sweetly, playing innocent and cocking your head to the side, twirling your curls around your fingertips which only had the man shaking his head in fake annoyance.

“unlucky for you, I don’t fuck pretty girls that whore themselves out in dive bars. take your act elsewhere, I’m not interested.”

well, that was new.

you pout, suddenly not liking the surprise of a challenge. usually you had the men that came here drooling after you, unable to resist the temptation of a sweet, young thing begging to be fucked by a much older man in such a degrading way. you swallow your pride, accepting the little game he’s started.

“who said anything about fucking? maybe I just wanted to talk to you. It seems like you are the one with an idea, sir.” you knew adding on the title at the end was asking for trouble but you didn’t really care at this point, again feeling defeated when he doesn’t even flinch. “If you’re offering though, I could be so very good for you. did george tell you how good I am at sucking cock?”

“I thought you didn’t know who that was? good girls don’t lie, princess. especially not to dirty, old men like me.” he warns, slowly losing his patience. you keep up this game of back and forth for a little longer, rubbing his shoulder and smiling coyly. you quickly learn that his name is Matty, going dumb when you eventually notice what is definitely a wedding ring shining proudly on his hand. you turn to batting your eyelashes and giggling a little too loudly just like you knew how instead in hopes it would do something, anything at this point. fuck, he was hot.

his grip on his glass tightens before he finishes the last of the liquor, slamming it down on the top and startling you out of your daydream in the process. he turns back to you, becoming increasingly annoyed as well as desperate the longer you stare back. “sweet, dumb thing. didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“no, you never taught me anything like that, daddy.”

that seems to be what sends him over the edge as he stands up, grabbing your wrist tightly as he pulls you outside. you couldn’t contain your giggles of excitement, high on the adrenaline from the alcohol and the fact that you had actually won and were promised an actual good fuck. he continues to drag you down the side of the building, crowding you up against the wall of the dimly lit alleyway that you had become far too familiar with.

he pushes the hem of your baby pink dress up your thighs, revealing the angelic white lace that barely covers your wetness. he slaps over your covered clit, holding your jaw firmly in place as he does so. “needy little girl, you think this is fun and games, don’t you? all I wanted was to come here for a little quiet drink, to get away from my annoying fucking wife, but here I am stuck putting girls like you in their place.”

you whine loudly as he pushes your panties down your legs, letting them gather down at your heels. you paint the perfect image of a whore and you wouldn’t have it any other way as long as he kept touching you. he roughly spins you around so your face is pressed up against the brick, melting against his hold when you finally hear the zip of his pants.

“what are you smiling at, huh? what’s got you so happy?” he spits, keeping your head in place as he begins to stroke his cock till he’s fully hard which doesn’t take long. you were a little disappointed that you weren’t going to get to see it or feel it on your tongue, but you couldn’t be too upset given the circumstances. you totally forgot he had asked you a question though until he’s slapping your face, cheek blooming under his blow as he demands an answer from you and fast.

you blink a couple times before the brain fog subsides for a second, allowing you to form a somewhat coherent sentence. “m just so happy you’re gonna fuck me, daddy. can’t wait to be full of your cock.” you answer sincerely, anticipating the feel of his length entering you at any second and pushing your ass out in hopes it’ll speed things up.

except it never comes.

Instead, you hear that dark chuckle from earlier come back from behind you. confused, you try and spread your legs but he forcefully closes them again, keeping a hand tightly on the small of your back and holdind you in place. you gasp when you eventually feel the head of his leaking cock press between the gap inbetween your thighs, a drop of precum falling and trickling down them as you realise what is actually happening.

“I thought I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you, or are you just too cock hungry to remember, darling? who knows where this slutty fucking pussy has been?” he reaches round and slaps your clit again, causing you to cry out at the harsh treatment. “that doesn’t mean you get to spend your time teasing me, getting me hard and aching without doing anything about it.” and with that, he pushes his cock directly between your thighs.

he groans loudly, going slow as he adjusts to the tightness of your legs squeezing his cock just right. you whimper as he picks up his pace, slowly realising you weren’t about to get a good fuck at all. you sick basterd.

he uses you like a sex doll, fucking your thighs fast and needily until you can sense he’s about to cum due to the fact he’s the most vocal he’s been the whole night. “such a fucking whore, yeah? letting me use you however I want? getting fucked in some back alley behind a dirty old bar. you should be so proud of yourself honey. I know I am, fuck.”

your cunt clenches at his words, wetness dripping down towards where his cock meets the plush of your thighs. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out from between them and paints his cum across the backs and the top of your ass, stroking himself though it while reaching around to grope at your tits through the thin material of your dress

when he’s done, he gathers his cum between his fingers and shoves them directly into your neglected cunt, pushing the cum deeper and deeper and almost getting you embarrassingly close to the edge. he then quickly pushes his digits past your pretty pink lips, letting you suck the taste of you both from them as the coolness of his wedding ring keeps pressing against your cheek. “here you go, baby. I’m so kind and thoughtful, how about you thank me for not using your cum dump hm? that’ll give you some time to tighten up before some other perverted, married man gets to fuck you.”

you smile, half dazed and exhausted as the pleasure in your core begins to subside and you’re able to think more clearly. you turn your head, giggling when you realise something that he doesn’t know. you sigh sweetly as you always do, giving him your best doe eyes before saying, “thank you for not fucking my cunt, daddy.”

he never actually fucked you, or even made you cum for that matter, meaning you never broke your only rule. as you lean down to pull up your panties and pull down your dress, you secretly hope that the married man with curly hair decides to come back very soon.