#bf matty blurb

[haveyouseenherlately]

nsfw alphabet: cute & soft matty healy x fem reader

so, i'm not a writer whatsoever, but i have thoughts (a lot of them smutty tbh) about a certain matty healy and wanted to jot them down as i need to try and get them off this brain of mine.

i have a type and it's middle part sometimes straight hair sometimes curly silver chain baggy clothes wearing matty, who in my head appears shy and innocent at first due to his fidgety demeanour (eg. running hands thru his hair constantly, mindlessly biting his bottom lip, repeatedly tapping his foot, etc.) but is actually very opinionated and witty with the people he’s close to, including you. he’s been your bff for years but is afraid of taking it further because he adores you and doesn't want your friendship to be ruined due to his big feelings towards you. he loves to hug you to feel you close and breathe in your scent, but honestly, he doesn't (or tries to not) have much physical contact with you otherwise because his mind, heart, and body cannot take it. he's enamoured by you and has been for years now to the point where he is 96.7% sure he's really, really in love. that's how it all starts and you do eventually end up together, but it takes some time... oh, and he has a crazy sex drive and lots of dirty thoughts about you. a shy romantic horny opinionated man who is mostly a sub.

nothing super unique, just mostly here for the soft bf matty vibes because we all deserve one of those.

(sorry in advance for all the grammatical errors, typos, and run on sentences. i'm not a proofreader.)

warnings: 18+, lots of smut with some fluff. this is too fucking long lol

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

this boy lives and breathes to take care of you, before, after, and during sex. anything he can do to make you feel safe, loved, satisfied. but his favourite form of aftercare is, hands down, using his mouth and tongue to make sure you're all clean. after he does so, the little ritual continues by spending time just softly kissing each other's lips. you both indulge in the lingering taste of each other's cum, but there's nothing dirty or aggressive about it. it's all gentle, a sweet reminder that you belong to each other.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if matty were to choose his favourite part of his body, it would be his arms. after all, there's a reason why he keeps decorating them with tattoos. makes him feel confident about himself and, honestly, doesn't mind all the compliments either. bless him. but he also has grown to appreciate his unruly curly head of hair, the reason being that he knows how much you like it after all the tantrums you throw whenever he cuts it. before you get together, you only play with it when you're too drunk or high, but when you do so it makes his heart grow.

his favourite part(s) of your body are your hands. so delicate with silver rings adorning almost every finger. it's difficult for him to not watch when you rub them against each other when you're nervous. or how your hand finds itself in front of your mouth whenever you laugh too hard at his nonsense. he knows you prefer dark nail polish vs. lighter coloured ones. he has imagined countless times how your hands would feel on him. sigh. he worships those hands of yours and would kiss then every single second if he could.

after you do get together, he realizes that, as cliché as it sounds, he loves your cunt. for one, when he first saw you completely naked he thought he could just die happy right then and there. but that was until he got to taste you and decided he'd much rather be alive as he could never have enough of your sweetness. and how it perfectly fits around him? he swears he’s the luckiest motherfucker alive.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh god. don't let the shy boy act fool you. he is FILTHY. it took a few months for this side of him to show, but you are over the moon when you find out how enthralled he is when he sees his cum dripping out of you. it all started one afternoon when you were riding him (his fav position of course, see letter f below). he finished inside you, his head thrown back over the couch while trying to catch his breath. after a few minutes, you raise your hips to pull away and carefully sit right below his stomach, making sure not too hurt him. once his breathing is back to normal, he looks back at you with those sweet tired eyes, gaze travelling down your body and ending at your spent core, where he notices beads of his white cum running down your cunt. the sight is almost too much for him, poor matty. he bites his bottom lip hard to stifle his whimpers, but somehow gathers enough courage to ask if he can touch you ("sorry sorry sorry i know it's gross. fuuuck. forget i said anythi--" "matty, calm down, baby. my sweet boy, it's okay. you can do it. i want you to.") his mind goes haywire when he brings his thumb to touch you, picking up a bit of his cum which he then rubs on your clit in small, gentle circles. sigh. but yes, cum is involved and you both love it. that's that.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

before you were officially dating, you once left a black shirt at his place, one of your favourites in fact! don't really know the specifics of why or how it happened, but you left it there and he found it. his sensitive soul found it difficult not to immediately grab it and put it against his face to smell your lingering scent. but it didn’t take long for his horny mind to take over and wrap the piece of cloth around his cock and get himself off. before he realized what he was doing, he had already stained your shirt and the shame he felt was unreal to the point where he could not look you in the eye next time you saw each other. “oh, btw, i think i left my top at yours. do you think you can bright it next time?” his face had never been more red in his entire life lol. it wasn’t until you were together that he confessed to it when you were playing an nsfw version of truth n dare in your living room because you were both drunk as fuck.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

okay. so believe or not, this matty doesn't really do hookups. he's in a famous band, yeah, but he's not really looking to get off with people just for one night. he will only do it if he feels a spark with someone on some level other than physical attraction, but he prefers the intimacy and closeness that comes with a relationship. because of this, he hasn't had too many different sexual partners, but during those few relationships he worshipped his other half and did everything he could to learn every single little thing about how to please her in the best way possible. it takes him time to get there with every gf, but once he knows what you like, you will never be dissatisfied. tl:dr not too much experience when it comes to body count, but will excel A++++ all around with the partner he's currently with.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

without a doubt, you riding him while he’s sitting up. can be on the sofa, your favourite dining chair, the edge of your bed (his preferred place), the back of the tour bus, you name it. this man loves close skin-to-skin sweaty contact. he is eager to keep you near when you grind yourself on him, one arm tight around your mid back, the palm of the other gripping your ass, guiding your hips back n forth. this way he can also keep kissing your face, neck and shoulders whenever he wants to and feel your tits against his chest. it also allows him to look up at you as you bounce up and down his cock, this which might be one of his favourite sights in the entire world, just as if he were worshiping you.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

for the most part the sex is a calm, sensual endeavour, but if something happens like his fingers getting tangled in your hair, him kissing your teeth, you accidentally tickling him, he'll be adorable and smile, letting out a soft laugh. you love that he's vulnerable enough to chuckle at a small mishap rather than him getting frustrated. he's too damn cute. you can barely handle it.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

sweet matty knows you love going down on him (which he thanks his lucky stars is a real thing as he cannot get enough of your lips around him) so he tries to keep himself trimmed down there. you couldn't care less tbh but it's cute and rather hot to see him that invested in thinking of what will be best for you and your pleasure. funny enough, you would've never thought he did so given his current nonchalant way of dressing (baggy clothes, torn band shirts, messy gelled hair). but this boy does like to keep you guessing after all.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he cannot possibly be close enough to you (re. his favourite position being you riding him). you are his world and will hopefully always be, even if he had to wait what felt like a lifetime to finally have you romantically and sexually. both of you prefer slow and sweaty sex whenever possibly, filled with lots of sweet words and love you's and him nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck while you run your fingers through his hair. he's a shy horny romantic at heart.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

our boy here has undoubtedly gotten off at the thought of you many, many times before you get together. whether it is him reminiscing about a certain memory and/or looking at photos of you, he's certainly done it. he's also been caught by adam when he's not-so-silently moaning your name while he's no-so-silently jacking off during tour. but because adam is a sweet soul and understands the hardships of missing the person you love, he doesn't give him too much grief over it (unless matty is getting on his nerves).

now, when you do end up together, there's a time when the two of you are high (you do that a lot), giggly, care-free and the topic of masturbation comes up for some reason. this is when it is confessed that you both had (obviously) gotten off at the thought of each other pre-dating and that ends up turning both of you on to the point where one of you suggests if you can watch each other do it. so that happens and mutual masturbation continues to be thing in your relationship.

and of course, matty still masturbates many times while he's away because you end up sending him short snippets of you pleasuring yourself. so he cannot help himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

it’s all about praising. he loves it. you love it. it's a win win situation for both parties involved and it couldn't be more perfect. because he can sometimes get nervous, your praises make him feel at ease. call him a sweet boy (his fav) and you’ll have him at your mercy. on the other hand, if you refer to him as a good boy, he will almost devour you alive.

one summer you were playing fetch with mayhem in the park “aww! who’s a good, sweet boy!?” and for some reason matty started chocking on the coke he was drinking “are you okay?” “yeah yes. cough. ‘s nothing. wrong pipe” “hm, okay if you say so.” five minutes pass and mayhem is cuddling with you while you scratch his ear “such a sweet, pretty baby boy, aren’t you mayhem? yes, of cour—wtf matthew, are you sure you’re alright?” you look back at him as he’s trying to aggressively clean the coke he spat out and landed on the crotch of his pants. after that you notice that he not-so-subtly tries to readjust his baggy jeans ever so often. you get a sneaky suspicion of what might’ve happened, but it isn’t until you are together for a few months that you test out your theory and praise him and he literally comes undone seconds after the words leave your mouth. he’s almost too much <3

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

vanilla answer, but your bed. the fact that he can have you in the place where you sleep just drives him crazy with lust. it's your space. it smells like you. you spend endless hours there resting, facetiming him, watching tv, (as well as pleasing yourself). so yes, your bed is a sacred temple to matty. amen.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

before sex: wear any of his clothes and that's almost a sure way to get him turned on. especially his jumpers and shirts. once upon a time you two + the rest of the band went swimming. after you got tired of everyone cannonballing into the pool (because they're grown men boys), you stepped out and wanted to get out of your wet swimsuit asap because you hate the feeling of wet clothes on your skin. without really thinking, you just grabbed his jeff buckley shirt (i love jeff buckley btw), put it on, and since it is way larger on you that it is on him, you thought "lalalala i'm just gonna remove my swimsuit here since this shirt is roomy and no one will be able to see anything." as you're doing so, george has matty in some sort of headlock (because, again, boys) but as he's struggling to get out of it, his eyes end up in your direction as you're pulling the suit bottoms down. this makes him tense up and freeze in place, so now george has the upper-hand and submerges him underwater. when matty comes back to the surface, he's outta breath, huffing and puffing, and none made easier because (unbeknownst to you) your wet body and swimsuit have made his white jeff buckley shirt see though. and since then he cannot get enough of you wearing anything of his.

during sex: pull on his hair when you're riding him and it's game over. he'll immediately get a goofy toothy grin on his face while bitting his bottom lip and adoringly look at you thru half lidded eyes as if there is nothing better in this life (because of course, nothing compares 2 u).

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

absolutely nothing that could possibly hurt you too seriously. you two eventually get into some harsher tendencies and kinks, but it's always consensual. he'd never forgive himself if he caused you unwanted pain.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he absolutely loves both. he swears there is no better feeling than having your warm mouth around him but he's never too pushy or needy about it. you of course enjoy it too, but the best part about it is just seeing him come undone as he gets loud, sweaty, and shaky which is a sight you'll never grow tired of. and as mentioned on letter b above, he enjoys your cunt A LOT so he'll never miss an opportunity to go down on you. that tongue of his? unreal. but he's definitely noticed that your favourite is when he sucks on your clit so he spends majority of the time doing that. imagine you sitting on the edge of your bed, him shirtless kneeling down with your legs over his shoulders, and his head between your legs while his lips are wrapped around you, gently sucking and licking while you gently pull on his hair and tell him he's your sweet boy. it's heaven for the both of you.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

more often than not, it’s slow and sensual as that’s something that both of you really enjoy. from one romantic to another, you cannot get enough of the passionate sex.

HOWEVER, fast and rough comes into play whenever he gets jealous as he cannot help himself. but it's not in a hard, mean dom type of way. more in a "i'm all yours. i want to make you feel so damn good and please you so you don't look at anyone else. please do anything you want with me" type of way. the first time he ever wants to have rough sex, he acts all shy and nervous when asking you if it's okay as it's not his norm. but you're there to guide him through and make it easy for him. <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not really your or his thing, tbh. reason being that if you have sex, it never ends up being quick. you'd much rather be late to the event or appointment than to rush it. the amount of times he's been late to soundcheck is alarming, but it's not like they can kick him out of the band, right? one time when he walks into the rehearsal, flustered and with hair all over the place, he sees george about to mock him but matty beats him to the punch. "before you even fucking start, yes, i was having sex before this. yes, it was amazing. yes, i know i'm late again. that's it. i'm sorry. let's carry on." but the thing is that a sexually satisfied matty = amazing gigs, so the others cannot fault him.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to try anything but only if you discuss it first so both of you are comfortable. again, he may look and act shy most of the time (especially with people he doesn't know too well) but he's known you for years so he's super comfy with you, thus he's game to do anything which might bring you pleasure as long as he doesn't seriously hurt you (as mentioned in letter n) because he wouldn't be able to deal with causing you any sort of lasting pain.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

tbh one of the other main reasons he goes to the gym (see letter x) is so he can last longer for you. you both have insatiable sex drives (see letter y) so he wants to keep fit in order to try and fulfill any and all desires you might have. once you get together, it's no secret to any of your friends that you have a VERY active sex life that they can only dream of and matty loves to remind them that they’re just jealous when they do make fun of him for it. he’s cute.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he didn’t think much about them at first UNTIL that one night he was over at your place and opened up your bedside drawer, hehehe. so hear me out... our boy loves getting high (especially with you) so he asked if you had any weed as he very surprisingly (i know, i'm shocked, too) forgot his own. you just looked at him with wide eyes like “whoa, wait. you forgot? are you okay?” while you jokingly felt his forehead to see if he was ill. he gently swatted your hand away and squinted in mock annoyance, “fuck off... but really, do you have any?” :insert big brown caramel puppy eyes: you motioned over to your bedroom and told him that your stash was in the drawer of your bedside table. he struts over, nonchalantly, humming a tune that’s been stuck in his head since that morning because you’d been listening to it nonstop. he gets to your room, stares at your comfy bed wishing he could sleep with you, in both senses of the word, because he's head over heels for you. he'd do anything and everything you'd ask him faster than the words could even leave your mouth. he sighs, knowing that couldn't happen because you weren't his gf :( anyway, he bends over to open the top drawer of your left bedside table and start shuffling around to find nothing but books, notebooks, photos (including one of him napping, awe). he moves on to the second drawer to find a black lidded box which he opens and to his surprise (or dismay) finds your toys which causes him to almost drop the box altogether. his eyes gaze over each of the vibrators and other small devices in there and he cannot help but think of you using them on yourself. siiiiiiiiigh. a "did you find it, matty?" is screamed by you which causes him to instantly come back down reality. the box is put away and he speed walks out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen to get a glass of water to hopefully rehydrate his desert dry throat after his discovery. "well, did you find it?" "nope, changed my mind. don't want any weed. i'm okay. i'll just drink my water. here. in the kitchen." when in reality he was standing behind the bar so you couldn't see how rock hard he was. fast forward to right before you go to bed that night, you want to get yourself off so you go to find your fav toy when you see that the box is on a weird angle with the lid not fully closed. then it dawns on you why matty had to very abruptly leave that evening.

BUT ANYWAY, after you get together and your enjoyment for toys is out in the open, he loves using them on you which is a huge turn on for you because it shows that the seemingly shy boy is actually super confident when it comes to your sex life together.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

much like the cum play (see letter c), it took a bit for matty to feel comfortable enough to be a tease while you were having sex. he's not too much of a dirty talker (if you haven't noticed yet, he's a sub in this world of mine, sorry) BUT he eventually finds out that you love begin edged. so yeah, he has fun with that, going down on you over and over again until you are screaming.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

poor matty tries to stifle his moans, whimpers, and any other sounds that come out of his mouth but it doesn't work well for him as he always ends up being the loudest out of the two of you. this is another thing his bandmates always tease him about, as they can always hear when he's getting off on the tour bus or having sex with you in another room. and this is another instance where he reminds his mates that they're just jealous because of his amazing sex life.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

remember how i said i have a type and he's a chain wearing matty? well, once you both start having sex, he very quickly finds out you fucking love pulling on that chain to bring him closer to you. he also notices how you tend to kiss around the area where in sits around his neck. your obsession about it becomes 100% confirmed when he sees that the background of your phone is a photo of him shirtless but still wearing that silver chain. so he knows that he always has to wear it, a quiet sign that you control him. but one morning after his shower, he comes running to the living room, huffing and puffing that he cannot find his necklace until he looks at you. you just smirk and wink at him when he sees the chain around you. oh, he doesn't know what he's in for.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he once heard you say how you were starting to find "more conventional, muscular men" attractive so he took this as his cue to immediately look up the number of the best and closest personal trainer he could hire. fast forward six months and you're at his flat, drinking and listening to music with the band. who knows what happens (probably george's fault) but matty ends up spilling his glass of wine all over his shirt. UGH. "fuck me. it's embarrassing how many clothing items i've ruined 'cause of this expensive habit." you laugh loudly at him, obviously, but karma gets you once he takes off his ruined top so he's just standing there in his dangerously low rise grey joggers. that shuts you up as you just stare at the muscles on his back and the mostly defined v shape above his crotch. matty leaves the room to get a clean shirt without noticing you basically drooling over him. however, perceptive handsome ross does pick up on the vibes and teases you for the remainder of the evening.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high. higher than anyone you've ever been with and you're thankful for it. albeit it is PAINFUL when he's away on tour for months at a time, especially when you cannot go and see him :( no matter how many photos or videos you send each other, it's never enough to satiate you desire to have him close to you. the only silver lining is when you both do end up back together, as you both know you won't be sleeping that night and won't be going anywhere else the day after.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once the soft making out session is done (see letter a), he's gone. he's a sleeper. he's a napper. he's the big spoon and holds you close, lazily kissing the back of your neck before he settles himself against it. again, he's all about that close contact, gotta love him. but give him 3 minutes MAX and he'll be out. a tired boy has to rest, i guess <3

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ALRIGHT. that's enough for me rambling. not sure if anyone will see this but my mind feels about 12% lighter for now. until the next brain rot takes over.

if you happened to make it this far, you're a gem. thank you. you're the best. and i'm always free to talk about this man and smutty thoughts about him!

[stuniolvs]

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ~ matthew sturniolo

summary.) Anonymous asked: i need a fluff fic about matt being the readers first bf and relationship and how he is with her. she’s scared & hesistant of intimacy like wants physical touch but not knowing how to ask for it without sounding clingy or annoying, never getting used to being complimented, matt helping her get out of her bubble if she’s shy and just being so observant and attentive to her

warnings.) crying, use of y/n, blurb!

“y/n?” matt shouts through his apartment.

you’re currently lying in matts bed curled up in fetal position. you're on your period with horrible cramps stabbing through your lower stomach and back.

you and matt have been dating for around 2 months. he’s your first boyfriend.

when matt steps into his room he sees you and his heart tugs.

he sits next to you and runs his hands trough your hair. “what’s wrong?” he asks sweetly. it immediately makes you want to roll over on his chest but you dont.

“i started my period ‘nd i have really bad cramps” you mumble.

“im so sorry baby, do you need anything?” he asks “just you,” i whisper.

he gets up and walks over to the other side of the bed so he’s facing you. as he does his you dont move like he was hoping, he sighs and pulls you in feeling you tense up.

“what’s wrong, why won’t you just relax” he lets a beat pass and when you dont answer he continues. “you’ve never once hugged me or kissed me i always have to do it. do you not like it? cause you can just tell me if you don't, but you seem to be just fine once i do it so what’s wrong?” he finishes.

tears well in you eyes “im sorry” you whisper, voice cracking. matts eyes soften, “baby, you dont need to be sorry can you just explain?” he kisses your forehead,

“im just scared matt. i love you so much and i've never had a boyfriend before, i don't know how to act. like is it weird that i love you so much? i wanna kiss you every time i see you but what if you don't wanna kiss me?” you are a breath and look up at matt and see him looking at you sweetly “im just scared im being annoying or clingy, im so sorry matty” you finish looking down at your hands.

“baby, i love you so much its insane there is literally nothing you could do to be annoying or clingy. i love this shit, i love cuddling and kissing you. and for the record i always wanna kiss you.” he whispers.

you look up at him and grab his cheeks pulling him into your lips. he softly kisses back grabbing your waist, he pulls back and kisses down your jaw and back up to your chin, “i love you so much baby, dont ever be scared with me” he mumbles against you skin, your skin flushes more than it already was before his kisses your lips again.

once the making out is over he asks, “how do you wanna lay?” he asks sweetly “can i lay on you? my back really hurts” “of course, im sorry the universe is punishing you for not being pregnant.” he says, pulling you onto his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “me too.” you giggle

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key: a → angst // f → fluff // s → smut // h/c → hurt/comfort // a/f → angst to fluff

matty blurbs

august━(s, f) | contains oc. cara is a on a holiday in italy and runs into a handsome stranger

canvas━(s) | painter!au. you're a nude model for a really hot painter and... well, you decide to make art together

cold shower━(s, f) | the ac is broken and in lieu of fixing it, you and he decide to take a cold shower

corruption━(s) | politician!au. your boss is Quite unhappy with how a tv debate went and decides you teach you a... lesson

crush━(f) | he has a crush on you and it's only minutes until showtime.

edinburgh━(f) | you have a broken leg resulting in the cancellation of your edinburgh trip

the frontman━(f) | he gets to meet his celebrity crush (you) at an award show

i like it when you sleep━(f) | he sings you to sleep

jealous boyfriend━(a) | he gets jealous of your actor costar after he watches you shoot an intimate scene

jealous boyfriend pt 2━(a/f) | he apologises for being jealous and acting immature

just let me━(a/f) | you won't let your best friend help you while having a slight mental health crisis until he snaps

miserable together━(f) | both of you wake up sick together

mother hen━(h/c, f) | you're sick and he takes care of you

naps━(f) | he's super tired and you help him take a nap

onesie━(f) | you both go onesie shopping for your baby. onesie pt 2━(f)

on wednesdays, we wear pjs━(s, f) | you hate wednesday mornings to begin with and your very warm, very sexy bf makes it impossible to get out of bed

palimpsest━(f) | matty's giving you a tour of manchester and can't help but reminisce about the things that have changed

quiet━(f) | you're still getting used to dating your famous bf

rainy tuesday night━(f, s) | it's still early stages of dating and you're forced to spend a night in because of the rain

sick day━(h/c, f) | he's sick and you take care of him

slit━(s) | you're his date to an award show and the dress you're wearing has a Very high slit

stay━(a) | you run into your ex a year after breaking up

west coast━(s) | road head

wired autocomplete━(f) | you both do the wired autocorrect interview together

your lips, my lips━(f) | dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life

ross blurbs

anniversary━(a/f) | it's your anniversary but he's busy touring on another continent

bass strings━(f) | he teaches you how to play the bass

drunken nights━(f) | he takes care of you while you're super drunk

exhaustion━(h/c, f) | you've been working away non-stop and are at the brink of exhaustion until he makes you take a break

homecoming━(f, s) | he comes home from tour after a long time and you can't seem to keep your hands off each other

helpful━(s) | after a boring one night stand and your vibrator breaking, you're really frustrated at work the next day. he offers to help

hungover mornings━(f) | he takes care of you when you're really hungover

limbo━(h/c) | after a really hectic couple of days on the road, you're really overwhelmed and exhausted

lessons in patience━(s) | your husband's busy working but you're feeling super impatient and needy. turns out, he knows how to tame a brat

marital bliss━(s, f) | an italian honeymoon with your husband

morning routine━(f) | a sweet, quaint morning with him

small comforts━(f) | he takes care of you when you get your period

so you're tired━(a) | you travel to paris to win him back after a breakup but it might just be too late

tomorrow━(a/f) | he isn't dealing super well with the fact that tour’s going to make him miss important days in your relationship

what’s his name?━(s) | a slight bit of jealousy can't hurt when it means getting railed backstage

george blurbs

in stages━(a/f) | five times he almost confessed and the one time he finally did it

red hearts━(f) | dying his hair

support━(f) | he's there to support you at your book launch event

three's a party━(s) | after a lackluster date, you meet two strangers at a pub who make the night thrice as more fun (ft. ross hehe)

HAUNT // BED (MATTY)

do me a favour━(a) // prequel part 1━(a, f) part 2━(a) part 3━(s, a) epilogue━(a, f)

BIRTHDAY BASH (MATTY)

firsts - monday (first birthdays as a couple - his birthday)━(f) special girl - tuesday (first birthdays as a couple - your birthday)━(f) to build a home - saturday (34 headcanons)━(f, s) red lips - sunday (birthday smut)━(s)

WRITE ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO (MATTY)

book - monday (early matty, pre-notes/bfiafl)━(f) boyfriend - tuesday (boyfriend matty)━(f) baking - wednesday (dad matty)━(f) birthday - thursday (trope night)━(f) bet - friday (slutty matty)━(s)

WEEKENDS IN MANCHESTER (MATTY)

the meet (cute?)━(f) i'm not stalking you, i promise━(f) i know a place━(f) gathering of strangers━(f, s) say that again━(f, s) i'm so obsessed with you━(s)

KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER (GEORGE X OC)

masterlist matty and cleo have been best friends for almost a decade; inseparable, until she left for new york. but now she's back—abruptly and clearly hiding things from him—and staying at matty's place until she can figure something out, all while trying not to kill his infuriating housemate george...

PROMPTOBER 2023 (THE 1975 X READER)

masterlist a series of short one-shots from my autumn-themed prompt list

marital bliss━ross

[toomuchracket]

madsss. flatemate!matty and girlie first time showering together and it’s very fluffy and somewhat smutty 🥺

combining with thinking about flatmate first bj (idk if we’ve spoken about it yet??) like he would be sooo so desperate and i cant help but imagine him a little bit subby, not too much just whining and begging because he’s wanted it for so so long and theyre just both so eager and mutually obsessed with each other and just want each other to feel good

the morning after condom-gate! after waking up and snuggling for a bit and having the "bf? gf? yeah" chat (lol), you're like "come on. wanna brush my teeth so i can kiss you again" - matty's like "hello i love you i don't give a shit about morning breath", and you're like "yeah but i also wanna shower. with you, preferably. if you want that". naturally, he's like "are you joking of course i do. never seen you naked in daylight before", and you roll your eyes and stand up (and let him find out you have a back tattoo. there's a blurb about this already somewhere) and walk away (yes you're swinging your hips a bit) and let him run after you like "fuck me you're so hot". teeth brushing happens (like in bring it on teehee), and then - after a bit of debate about how hot the water should be - you pull your boyfriend into the shower to make out with him again, and for a while it's all murmured "i love you" and gentle touches and hands in hair and all that sweet stuff. but then you realise that you're naked in a shower with an equally naked matty, and of course you get Turned On; the kiss gets deeper, and you trail your hand down his stomach to tentatively stroke him and whisper "wanna suck you off", and he CRUMBLES. like you said, he's a bit subby - he whines out a "please", and as you get on your knees he's like "oh my god oh my god", and he gasps when you kiss the we are kings tat (which you've thought about doing for like. years lol) before you take him in your mouth. because it's you doing this for him, it takes a lot for him to keep control for a while, and every time you look up at him he weakens. but he does well, considering, and he's so cute about it; he's got one hand in your hair and the other holding yours (bless), and he's proper babbling like "so fucking good, perfect girl, dreamt about this for so fucking long. fuck, sweetheart, please let me cum, please. love you, love you so much". and you keep him in your mouth until he's totally done, proudly showing him all the cum on your tongue before you swallow and giggle - he actually has to sit down on the shower floor beside you at the sight, before his legs give way, and he kisses you deeply like "thank you for that. definitively the best head i've ever had, darlin. i love you". you're like "i love you. i wanna do that again!", and matty's like "me too, but first - sit down and open your legs for me, sweetheart. your turn to feel good"... hot <3

[lottiecrabie]

okay same anon here, sending it in for the next blurb night❤️

basically i’ve had this thought since the show actually happened in february but reader is mattys gf and seeing your bf win and be successful has made you so horny.

so basically matty fingering you under the table at the brits and having to act like youre not soaking your chair as the table interacts with each other. and ofc matty is engaging in conversation as normal as if his fingers aren’t inside you. i imagine he does get closer and whisper profanities in your ear to make you cum though 🫶🏻

i am officially leaving this in crabies hands 🕺

making this rockstar girlfriend

your friends surround you, cheering and clapping for the musical acts. categories are announced and won, standing ovations are made for the worthies, and your table gets progressively rowdier. under it, hidden by the white cloth, matty’s fingers dip in your inner thighs.

it’s a light touch at first, taking full advantage of the short skirt you’ve adorned for the occasion. it clings to you, curving in all the right places, a teasing hem revealing your legs licking down to heeled feet, and matty practically begged to stay home when he saw you in it. to no avail, of course. you both had awards to win.

he makes do now, drawing circles and swirls on your inner thighs, climbing up and up your legs. you part them instinctively, gripping your napkin to stop you from making some embarrassing gesture; a moan, or a roll of eyes, or a pleading look. something to catch the camera, be replayed over and over. you maintain a face of ice; you clench the cloth until your knuckles are white.

matty sees the blank expression as a challenge, surely, because he finds your clit over your underwear. a lacy thing, worn just so he could tore it off later. although reasons bang at your temple, you’re too gone now to listen. he presses on your clit, rubbing faintly, and you bite your lip to cut the cry. pleasure strikes through you.

you turn to matty. he smirks, chatting to george. how dare he be so collected, so good at this. you glare at him. in contradiction, your legs spread further, practically begging him for more.

he does a few lazy swipes, making sure you’re ready and dripping for him when he finally tosses your underwear aside. he collects your wetness, smearing it on your clit as he attacks it again. your body tingles, euphoria waking it up gently. you make a small moan; gripping your glass, you take a long mouthful of your wine. in the red, you let yourself whine. just a little, because it’s buried and swallowed.

you know the calluses of his fingers well. they rub at you, aimed and practiced, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. matty doesn’t seem in a teasing mood, instead circling and swiping at you until you’re breathless.

another category is being won. matty claps lazily with one hand on his knee. you stare at it, at him, make moan you can’t control. with shaky fingers, you clap too, glad the cheers swallow all the pathetic sounds you make.

when you’re already melting on your bones, pleasure swooping at you and coiling around your brain, matty teases your entrance again. he slides in without any more warning, making you gasp. you shove a hand over your mouth, pretend to be fixing your makeup when adam gives you a quizzing look. you grin bashfully at him.

beside you, matty snorts, offkey in his conversation with george. he curls his fingers inside of you, starting a slow pace, which you know perfectly well is just preparation to melt your brain from your ears. pleasure drums on your ribs, practically giggling at you as your legs shake, as your lips is bitten, as you blink your eyes in hope to not roll them tellingly.

he speeds up. of course he speeds up. you want to curse him, you want to hate him, but you roll your hips into his hand, catching your clit. a strike of ecstasy hits you, thundering through your body. pressure builds. you pant, cheeks heating up.

matty detangles himself from his conversation with george. he leans into, so fucking smug and knowing. ‘are you close?’ he whispers.

‘y— yeah,’ you manage out, choked and high-pitched. matty fucks you faster, grinning at you. ‘fuck,’ you breathe out.

your hands hold the edges of the table each. you think they’ll find your claw marks once all is said and done, buried into the wood because of matty fucking healy.

‘should i make you come?’

you whip to him. fear beats in your heart. ‘yes,’ you stress. he can’t leave you like this, wet and throbbing for him, so fucking close you can taste it. ‘yes, matty. please i— i have to—‘

‘you have to come in front of everyone?’ matty arches an eyebrow. you make a low noise, shameful. ‘want everyone to see?’

‘no,’ you whine, shaking your head. ‘just you.’

matty hums, pleased. as reward, he hits you deeper, over and over, vaguely rubbing your clit with his thumb: the most the awkward angle permits it. you bite your tongue. everything in you vibrates.

‘but you can’t hold it in,’ he tsks, like a fact. again, you shake your head, desperate. ‘you’re the one who teased me all day, wearing that dress and not letting me touch you. and now you think you should come?’

‘please,’ you beg.

devilish smile on his face. ‘is that the only word you know?’

‘matty,’ you moan, low. he snorts.

‘cute.’ he takes one of your hand from the table, white knuckled and clenched. kisses it. ‘it’s because you won that i’m letting you,’ he whispers. ‘deserve a prize for that, don’t you?’ you nod eagerly. ‘at home, though…’ he warns, and the letters trail deliciously.

‘whatever you want,’ you immediately promise. thoughtless, but brave. he gives you a look that says basically that.

matty curls his finger just so. you part your lips in wonder. ‘come, love. wanna taste you.’ your orgasm shakes you as soon as he lets it. you drop your head, trying to hide your face as it breaks open for him. you hope the cameras are far, far away.

‘that’s it, baby,’ matty coos as you slowly come back down. ‘just for me. no one can see you. no one hears all the pathetic sounds you make for me. always desperate, fucking throbbing like you’re trying to keep me there.’

slowly, he slips his fingers out of you. you whine, louder than you did before, as if the climax had taken away your brain. he sticks two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them. he pops them out wet with a grin. ‘no one can taste you either. they’re missing out.’

you make a low growl. you reach for his cock under the table, hard and waiting for you, but he pushes you away. you pout. ‘at home,’ matty promises. his wet hand finds the back of your chair, resting on it as he leans back, satisfied.

[orangeinecstasy]

ʚ masterlist ɞ

requests: open

✦ : inhaler

robert keating

one word: part one, part two

the strokes

halloween party

ryan mcmahon

cup of music: part one, part two

about you

ryan bf thoughts

elijah hewson

pool party: part one, part two

creative writing

josh jenkinson

film fest

✦ : 5 Seconds of Summer

luke hemming

relax nsfw

luke bf thoughts nsfw section

pretty boy

calum hood

bf calum thoughts, part two: nsfw

cherry cola: part one. part two. part three. part four. part five. part six. final. (Hiatus)

ashton irwin

bf ashton thoughts nsfw section

micheal clifford

coming soon

✦ : the 1975

matty healy

bf thoughts nsfw section

blurb; domestic matty

ross macdonald

bf thoughts nsfw section

george daniel

coming soon

adam hann

coming soon

[lovelettersforthedamned]

MATT MURDOCK MASTERLIST

*: explicit content

ONESHOTS:

A Little Teasing Never Hurt Anybody

Priorities pt.2

⭒⭒⭒

BLURBS:

hurt/comfort with matty

⭒⭒⭒

HEADCANNONS:

thinking about bf!matt murdock*

premature ejaculation*

⭒⭒⭒

[the1975attheirverybest]

I'm preparing an exam I hate and that I known I will not pass and I'm daydreaming about graduating and Matty is my bf and he's super proud of me and I'm probably a bit pathetic

bestieee. keep an eye out for a blurb im JUST about to post. literally in a second. hopefully you'll see why im saying this.

but also NOT PATHETIC AT ALL!!!

[yourtouchismidas]

hi i wrote something on here yesterday and i don’t know if it went through bc i got a weird notif when i hit ask and it’s been bothering me that it possibly didn’t send(?) and you literally don’t even have to read or reply to this or anything but for my own conscience i have to say your writing is MAGIC i binged Ruins in a day and i’m so so obsessed with you & your writing! and so grateful that you post on tumblr as well, thank you for feeding us with blurbs both in Ruins universe or whatever you’re feeling up to. you are also so incredibly sweet and i check your blog daily times to see your posts bc you are such an amazing writer!!! and i love the way you’ve written Matty and RG as well. sorry this is long and annoying but just wanted to say thank you for being you! and you are so loved and appreciated xo

I got a lovely lovely message yesterday (I think!) which might have been you but I was with my bf this weekend and didn't really log in too much!

YOU ARE SO NICE OMG!! This is the nicest message ever and I'm so glad you sent it, never feel like your being annoying when messaging me! (That goes for everyone I literally love it!!) Since Ruins has popped off though I do get quite a lot of messages and it takes me slightly longer to get back to people (especially when there are blurb ideas I want to do justice) but I do reply to everyone!! ❤️

What you said means so much to me!! ❤️ I feel very loved and appreciated and it's down to people like you. I don't know if you saw one of my last posts but I want to be a writer as a career, and I've had some knock backs with my og fiction so I was genuinely about ready to quit. Then I wrote Ruins, just for something fun to do, and honestly everyone being so kind about it and telling me I'm a good writer has inspired me to keep trying. I genuinely love you and everyone else on here who takes the time to read and like and comment and message me. You guys give me LIFE!

[because-she-goes]

hii I made the toxic bf request, I think matty would be Nora’s bestie at the beginning (?) don’t know how, or nora is falling in love with matty as besties

okay love!! i think bc they meet in vegas and kinda keep in touch that mattys aware of derek (noras canonically shitty bf) and how absolutely horrible he is to nkra… so yeah i will be writing this (and the other blurbs) tomorrow so will hopefully have them all up by the end of the weekend if thats okay!

[haveyouseenherlately]

pov: matty finally comes back from tour

just some fluffy and smutty times after he arrives at your place.

this one is longer than usual as it’s one i had in my drafts from a while ago.

warning: 18+, smut. grammatical errors, typos.

word count: ~2,900

masterlist here.

———

it was 17:48 and you stood facing your dirty floor length mirror. you kept messing with your hair, doing your best to tame it but nothing seemed to be working as little bits just kept sticking out at the sides. sigh.

today was the day. after many, many weeks (a lifetime, really) matty was finally coming back to london. you'd been counting down the hours for this night since you last hugged him right outside the uber. "don't miss me too much, darling," he whispered before he kissed your lips one more time, hopped inside the car, and left you standing there, alone.

to say you missed him was an understatement. you tried to keep occupied by picking up extra shifts at the cafe, frequenting the cinema by yourself, rearranging your room several times, anything to keep your mind from that messy curly hair and pretty brown eyes. but nothing worked which made you feel sick to your stomach with longing.

every other minute he made his way back into your thoughts whether you wanted him there or not. you missed his stupid, silly grin. you missed his baggy clothes. you missed his hands tangled in yours. you missed seeing him walk through your door.

it was now 18:12 and you finally finished picking out your outfit. some sheer black tights, a short denim skirt and one of his shirts, the flowery one which he accidentally left at your flat years ago. the buttoned top was too large for your frame, but you didn’t care as it very faintly smelled of coffee, cigarettes and matty.

you were choosing a ring next when a knock at the door made your heart jump. the jewellery didn’t matter anymore as you swiftly ran across your hallway, thankful that your flatmate agreed to spend the night elsewhere because she knew what would end up happening. you smirked because you knew she wasn't wrong...

you swung the door open (a bit harder than you meant to) and there he was, holding one single white flower.

“i’m searching for my girlfriend. do you know where she might be?” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help and laugh at his stupid pickup line. "is that really the best you could come up with during the last few months, healy?"

you stepped forward to wrap your arms around him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck and pulling yourself in as close as humanly possible. his arms found your waist and the both of you stood there while you felt the warm blood rush through your body.

“i missed you, matty” is all you managed to say before you pulled away just far enough to kiss him on the lips which he eagerly welcomed. he tasted of honey and everything was okay again. “i missed you, too, love.” you kissed once more.

you stepped aside to welcome him in, closed the door in front of you, taking a long, deep breath before turning around. he held out the small flower which you gladly took to place in a small bottle half-filled with water. you enjoyed that he was one for cheesy, romantic gestures because deep down you loved them even if you didn't admit to it.

matty sat down on the floor to take off his beat up sneakers. "huh, so i guess that's where my shirt went," he looked up and pointed at the top you wore. you decided to leave the upper three buttons undone which you hoped he would notice. "but it looks much better on you." he definitely noticed.

———

it was now 20:36. you'd both spent a few hours catching up, matty sharing his stories from tour while you made him a very simple but tasty dinner. "you have no idea how much i missed having food that doesn't come in a greasy paper bag." he ate up every single bit of the meal while you just watched from your spot on top of the kitchen counter, glass wine between your hands.

while you missed him when he was gone, you didn't envy the lifestyle of a touring band. it sounded lonely. even though there were many people around you, it appeared they only wanted to get in your bed. matty didn't seem to mind so it made you wonder if anything might’ve happened between him and others...

you continued to sip your wine, taking mental notes of his current appearance. his eyes were tired yet his greenish cardigan made them sparkle. his hair was slightly shorter than you remembered, yet defined curls still framing his face. he wore his usual necklace but there were some new ones added to the mix. you liked them (he knew you would).

when he finished his food, he got up to wash the dirty dishes and store them away. dear matty wasn't one to keep his own home clean but you appreciated his efforts to be better at your place. thank you.

he walked over to you (still on the countertop), snaked his arms around your waist and placed his head on your chest. you set your wine glass aside to play with his hair, soft and fluffy between your fingers. you definitely missed this.

it wasn't long before the both of you sat on the sofa messily kissing as if to make up for the time he was gone. you'd be lying if this wasn't what you’d been looking forward to the most, yet it still caught you by surprise when you found yourself straddling his lap. you realized what happened and it made your face turn red, which matty instantly noticed.

"are you okay, love?" he kissed the corner of your mouth, "we can always stop if you want." he gently ran his hands up and down your thighs to provide some comfort, eyebrows knitted together wondering if he had done something to upset you.

he had done nothing wrong. you hesitated because for once, you wanted to be in control. and knowing that you had mindlessly crawled on top of him made you realize you were about to make that happen. or at least attempt to.

you grabbed his hands in yours, placing them over his head and behind the sofa as his look of concern turned to that of hunger. you bent down to eagerly kiss him, making your way to his neck and leaving small red love bites all over. you could tell he wanted more as his hips started to shift up and down, but you didn't give him the satisfaction just yet. instead you bit down on his neck one last time before placing your forehead against his. "i want to be the one riding you tonight."

you saw as his pupils dilated at your request, his goofy grin starting to appear before your lips found his again to stop him from talking. (this wasn’t the time for cocky remarks, sorry matthew.) you could feel him melt underneath you as his fingers went soft in your grasp. "do you understand?" all he could do was nod before you bit his bottom lip, finally eliciting a moan from him. this was all the confirmation needed to boost your confidence.

matty gazed at you, slowly panting through parted lips as you brought his arms back over his head and placed his palms on your chest. he understood what you needed from him, as he started touching your breasts making you close your eyes and smile. “fuck, i want you.” he began to unbutton your shirt but you quickly swatted his hands away. “not time for that yet, i’m afraid.” the sounds that came from his lips were just heavenly, want dripping from every groan.

now you were the one who started to remove his cardigan, pulling at the fabric of his white shirt underneath until his upper half was bare. “you’re a thing of beauty.” you couldn’t help but kiss him again, holding on to his shoulders hard enough for your nails to dig into his skin, leaving more marks on his body.

you began to slowly grind your hips against him, feeling his excitement through his jeans. his fingers found your hips as he tried to get you to move faster. you stopped.

right away he knew he made a mistake, causing him to groan in frustration and cover his face with his hands. “this is not fair.” seeing him want you this bad was exactly what you had craved when you daydreamed of this scenario.

you removed his hands from his face and pressed a peck on his nose. “just taking my time to see what you do, baby. clearly it’s not your thing.” this made him chuckle but you could feel the tension building on his body as you slid down his lap, placing yourself on your knees right in front of him.

you pressed your cheek against his thigh, innocently looking up at him, batting your eyelashes at a sexually frustrated matty. you didn’t feel too bad for him.

now that you had started to undo his belt, he gazed down at you, bottom lip quivering between his teeth pleading for you to go faster. you managed to unzip his trousers, right away noticing a wet spot on his boxers which you touched with your thumb, swears leaving his mouth the second he felt you finally pay attention to his cock.

you pulled down his jeans which fell to pool at his ankles. you kissed his tip through the thin fabric, hands moving up to hook on the waistband and tugging it down. the dumb expression on his face was priceless. you had him were you wanted and there was nothing he could do about it.

all of his clothing was finally set aside. a naked matty sat right in front of you and you were pretty sure you could do anything. you still didn't feel bad for him.

———

you quickly glanced at your watch, the hands telling you it was 21:42. still on your knees, you decided it was maybe time to give poor matty some relief. he had tried his best after all.

when you started to stroke his cock, his head fell back and the sounds pouring out of his mouth were otherworldly. his hands were to his sides, grabbing at the fabric of the couch as you continued to move your own fingers up and down at a slow but steady pace.

once again you placed your cheek on his leg and looked up at him, taking a mental picture of wet parted lips, unruly brown hair, and slightly closed eyes.

he finally looked back at you, lifting his right hand to run it through your hair. even though you were giving him a hard time, he was gentle with you, knowing that hurried actions weren't going to get him anywhere tonight. you were glad he now understood. even though you wanted to be in control and make him come undone, you still yearned for softness and care, something which you've always wanted from a relationship but were never lucky to receive. this was the closest you've ever been.

you continued to stroke him while you brought your lips to his tip, taking him in your mouth. "fuck, fuck..." you knew it took all of matty's strength to not thrust his hips into you. good boy, you thought.

after a few minutes of licking and sucking, you stopped (sorry matthew), stood up and grabbed his hands in yours to lead him into your room. when the two of you reached your bed, you kissed him for the millionth time that night before gently pushing him into your bed. you both laughed, matty getting settled on your covers, head on your pillow, all while you took off your skirt and tights.

he stared at you getting undressed, doe eyed and sweet, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. ugh, he was perfect you had to admit.

in only your (well, his) shirt and underwear, you crawled on top of him, carefully sitting on his legs. this is how you had pictured this evening, you above him studying his every action.

you started to undo the remaining buttons of the flowered shirt one by one, taking your time getting to the last one. an excited matty lifted himself on his forearms, sucking at his bottom lip when the shirt fell off your arms and realized you had nothing underneath. "god, you're going to be the death of me."

he grabbed a hold of your thigh, drawing slow circles with his thumb wondering what your next move would be. what he wasn't expecting was to see you slide your hand down your panties and to start rubbing your clit. to be honest, neither did you.

but it felt good. you knew how to please yourself better than anyone and it was made infinitely better by having a horny boy gazing in your direction, lusting after you. his hand had stopped caressing your leg and instead he was holding on to it like his life depended on it. you continued to touch yourself, slowly moving your hips along and never breaking eye contact with him.

it wasn't long after that you inserted a finger, making sure he knew exactly what you were doing. you didn't confess that you did this same thing many times while he was gone, thinking of fucking him senseless. that's what you now wanted, too.

you pulled your hand out of your underwear and swiftly took them off in the process, finding yourself naked on top of a patient matty. you didn't waste any more time as you moved forwards, gently touching his lips as he opened his mouth to hungrily suck on your fingers. you wanted him to taste you, his moans reassuring you he was enjoying every second of it.

once your fingers were wet enough, you went straight for his cock again, but moved at a much faster pace than before. the poor boy couldn't keep a hold himself anymore, loud whimpers echoing off the walls and his whole body twitching underneath you. "please, fuck me." that's all you needed to hear before you kneeled forward to place him at your entrance and finally start riding him.

the sensation of him filling you up felt unlike anything else, making you arch your back in hopes of getting even closer to him. you couldn't go slow any longer, but your movements were still calculated, wanting to savour every single moment.

"you feel so good, sweetheart," he managed to mumble out between moans. his head was on the pillow, a lewd expression on his face as you continued to grind your hips against him, his hands firmly holding on to ensure you didn't stop.

your hair started to stick to your body as sweat appeared on your skin. you leaned back a little to keep yourself upright, while also giving him a better view. you knew exactly what you were doing and he took notice. a string of swears stumbled out of him, a look of nothing but hunger across his face as you kept thrusting yourself against him. "matty, please touch me."

you didn't need to ask him twice before he propped himself up to a sitting position and started to grab your breasts while you continued to fuck him. there was no harshness to his touch, which you greatly appreciated, a deep contrast to your hips frantically bucking back and forth on his hard cock.

his mouth went to your neck, placing small kisses wherever he could while moaning your name against your skin. it was all too much and not enough. he cupped your face, resting his forehead against yours, both breathing heavily and quietly laughing at the same time. just as the flower he gave you earlier that day, these cheesy, small gestures were what you craved the most. "matty."

it was at that moment that you hit your high, unable to control your movements any longer and giving yourself permission to let go as he held your body close. your head fell back as he carefully grabbed the side of your neck to ensure you didn't go far. a few seconds later you felt warmth as he came inside you, crying your name once again.

you kept your arms wrapped around each other for a while, him kissing the top of your head asking if you were okay. you nodded against his neck, unable to move much as most of your energy had all been spent.

eventually he fell down on his back and looked at you, “fuckin' hell, that was amazing.” he was still catching his breath, you both were. “maybe i should go on tour more if this is the welcome i get.” that earned him a pillow smack on the side of the head. “don’t get any ideas, healy. you got lucky this time.”

[abiiors]

“no one is stupid for wanting a bit of comfort and seeking it whatever they want to <3”

awe vee. 🥹 the way i’m imagining matty facetiming before i go to bed after i read those blurbs and fics are so sweet. 💗

that actually is so cute like based on past experiences we all know he's such a soft simp bf so he would totally face time you every night before bed and babble on about his day till you fall asleep since his voice is so nice <3

[toomuchracket]

mads have you ever wrote about d word girlie can’t fall asleep if if matty is there and isn’t there with her? :)

i did briefly mention in a blurb that while matty's on tour you have to wear his clothes to bed to actually be able to fall asleep, but that's it!! this ask is so cute. i definitely think there's been times where you've been so completely exhausted after work that you're like "i'm going to have an early night", and you give matty a kiss and head up to bed while he finishes reading or whatever it is he's doing - to me, matty's the "baby just go to bed if you're tired, you'll hurt your neck if you go to sleep sitting on the couch" bf (despite not listening to his own advice. he's the same with drinking enough water). but you pad back into the living room maybe half an hour later with the duvet wrapped around you like "i can't sleep without you :(( please can i stay down here with you?", and matty always smiles so lovingly at you like "oh, my sweet girl, of course"; you either settle on his lap and snuggle into his chest, or curl up on the sofa with your head in his lap and go to sleep. either way, matty strokes your hair as you doze off, and he carries you to bed once he's done what he was doing. or, when you ask to stay down here, he'll be like "m'tired too, darling, i'll come to bed now" - again, he'll scoop you up and carry you to the bedroom, so he can spoon you to sleep. the point of your relationship where you were both on tour and in a couple but still secret was lowkey hellish, because you had to sneak into the other's room without getting caught just to get to sleep; you managed it, though, by telling people to avoid waking you up through the night or in the morning because you're so grumpy when your sleep is interrupted lol, and you offered to be the one to "go and wake up matty" every morning so nobody bothered him either. you've no idea how you got away with it for a few months, but you did! <3

[lottiecrabie]

could we maybe have a blurb pfms blurb where they go on vacation together and are kinda domestic almost? :)

i love when i post something angsty and then without fail people go. so can we get Not That actually😁😁 (i’m sorry y’all pfms is so easy to make angsty😭😭)

but the band having their first show kinda far away from town and so they have all have a little road trip together so they can play their gig is so 🤭

like obviously she’s explicitly invited bc matty is Not playing without her there to cheer him on and she has to come up with some good excuse so her parents let her go. she of course has to lie bc if she Ever pronounced the words ‘my bf is having an out-of-town gig can i go’ she would be forcefully brought to the confessional IMMEDIATELY. instead, she invents some bullshit excuse abt a friend her parents love and church, and they let her go for a single night.

she sits in the middle of the backseat between matty and adam. they play some rock music that makes her blush just a little bc it’s the exact songs matty puts on when they’re fucking in his car. he gives her purposeful side glances, smirking at her, and she nearly picks her fingers bloody trying to smother the pavlov desire it brings out of her.

matty falls asleep pretty quickly, dozing on her shoulder as she chats with his mates. she holds his hand, rubbing at his palm, a soothing rhythm that has him sighing contently. they make fun of him, whispering to her that they’ve never seen him so pathetic.

when they get to the city, there’s not much time to fuck around before soundcheck. matty still steals her away to eat, saying some bullshit line about how he needs quiet to ready himself for the gig. the guys all make fun of him for his very clear lingo for a quickie. she blushes as matty tugs her away, refusing to deny or confirm any rumors.

they do end up actually eating, sitting at some diner-like restaurant as he practically spills all his worries to her. she holds his hand, trying to talk him down his unnecessary stress, and they share a dessert together.

they do not even fuck, instead walking around the city and sightseeing. when it gets slightly colder, matty offers her his leather jacket. it’s a funny contrast to her white summer dress, but he assures her it’s very punk rock.

matty sings a choir song at soundcheck, smirking at her as he praises lord and jesus. she giggles, sipping on his cheap free beer he discarded.

the gig goes wonderfully. she stands at the very center of the crowd, dancing to his songs, drinking more awful cocktails. matty always looks at her purposefully when he plays a song about her, winking.

they stick around when another band goes up, dancing and drinking. she loses him in the crowd for a short while as she slips out of the busy club to smoke a cig with george. when she goes back inside, matty immediately spotting her and finding her, he smells the smoke on her. he shakes his head disapprovingly, trying to talk her out of a habit. she just laughs at his hypocrisy, flicking his nose.

they sneak away somewhat early when matty’s hands start growing restless, grabbing her ass and waist as they dance, licking her neck. the cheap hotel they rented for the night feels impossibly far away— instead, they hook up in the alleyway near the club, tipsy and giggly.

they do miraculously make it to their hotel room. matty takes a burning shower. she ends up joining him, and although the start of it is very focused on the task of washing themselves, they do inevitably end up fucking in the shower.

once they’re out, clean and lazy and sleepy, they fall in the bed almost immediately. matty asks her about the show as he cuddles her, front pressed into her back. she whispers all her favorite parts, linking her fingers with his hand limping on her waist. cars and laughters ring outside. they fall asleep smiling.

the next day, ross knocks at their door obnoxiously early, telling them it’s time to go. they gather their few things, eyes sleepy and small as they make their way back to the car.

this time, she’s the one who falls asleep on matty’s shoulder. he’s perfectly still, afraid she would move if he even breathes. again, the boys make fun of him, but he’s not much bothered.

they drop her off two streets away from her house. she plants a kiss on matty before leaving, throwing her bag over her shoulder, grinning so wide her cheeks could tear.

[haveyouseenherlately]

pov: matty taking care of you after a night of too much drinking

mostly fluffy thoughts but with some slight smutty mentions.

this was something i tried to write months before i started this blog just to see if i could do it. that's when i quickly found out writing full fics is not my thing, lol. nothing special, just a stream of consciousness ramble really.

warning: smutty thoughts if you squint, alcohol. grammatical errors, typos.

masterlist here.

“c'mon, it's time to go home, love.” there’s this ungodly pounding inside your head, a confirmation that, yes, one too many pints were consumed this… evening? night? hard to tell, really. you have no idea what time it is or where you’re right now—all that registers is the warm feeling of his arm on your waist, leading you toward the exit of whatever this place might be.

the cold air bites your skin as soon as the door opens. wearing a short dress feels like a silly choice now, but he said you looked beautiful so that makes it all right of course. you lean into him as he drapes his coat around your shoulders, the same leather garment he's let you wear countless times before because he knows you love it so.

“okay, your flat's just a few blocks away. let's walk, get some fresh air. it will do you good.” his lips brush the top of your head before you both start to slowly stumble alongside the dimly lit streets of london. “i like it when you kiss me, matty.” he leans down to plant a soft peck on your cheek and for a fleeting moment it makes you wonder if maybe he feels the same way. just maybe.

walking never felt so difficult. perhaps it was when you were a child, but obviously you have no recollection. his arm around your shoulders continues to guide you as you just focus on placing one foot in front of the other until you reach your destination. it was a fast trek but you don't mind. in fact, you are thankful for it.

“don't think i’ve ever had this much trouble openin’ a fuckin’ door.” none of the keys seem to work, ugh. he chuckles behind you (rude) and grabs them from your shaky hands, unlocking and swinging the door open with ease (show off). you try to walk on your own, but it doesn't quite go as planned as you stumble on the mat right behind the entrance.

"shit, are you alri—“ you cannot help but quietly laugh at yourself and the embarrassing situation you're in, and it catches you by surprise when he picks you up, one arm under your knees and the other one around your waist. he gently places you on the green couch so you're finally sitting down, your drunk mind spinning as you gaze at the boy kneeled down in front of you, working on getting the patent heels off your feet.

“m’sorry you have to see me like this.” for a split second you wonder how it happened, how did you get to this state, but quickly realize that’s too much thinking for your clouded mind to process. you’ll figure it out later. it’s not often you get flat out drunk, especially outside the confine of the four off-white walls you call home. you prefer to drink in your flat as you don't like the thought of making a fool out of yourself in front of others. much like right now. oh well. it probably won't be the last time.

with your shoes off now (thank you, matthew), you slowly stand up and somehow manage walk over to your bedroom successfully without tripping over your feet. you sit down on the floor, facing your full length mirror as you take your earrings off and try to undress. “matty?” you attempt to reach the zipper on the back of your black dress, but your limbs just can't seem to bend far enough “please help me take this bloody thing off!” you give up after a few seconds and get distracted by the red marks on your knees from where you fell just a few minutes ago.

“hold on, darling."

you lazily stare back at yourself in the mirror as matty walks through the room to set a glass of water on the bedside table. he takes a few steps and kneels behind you, fumbling his fingers to undo the pesky zipper. it's maybe the alcohol in your system or some wishful thinking, but you seem to notice a blush on his cheeks when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra as the straps of your dress fall to the sides. for a moment you catch his eyes gazing at your reflection, making you smile as a warmth, familiar sensation in your navel continues to grow.

a smile of his own tugs at the corner of his lips when he holds your elbows to raise you up on your feet, your silk dress sliding and pooling at your ankles in the process. he turns you around so your eyes finally meet, big brown loving eyes looking straight at you.

your head finds his chest, you can hear his gentle heartbeat, a soft repeating thud that you never grow tired of. "i think i could jus' fall 'sleep right here..."

“unfortunately, i don’t think that’s really going to work here, love. c'mon, get your arms up so i can put this shirt on.” you obey by raising your flimsy limbs up to the best of your ability while matty attempts to get the fabric on you. it takes a few tries, but he manages.

you now find yourself dressed in nothing but your shirt and underwear. you watch as he pulls the covers off the bed, getting your spot ready. once it’s set, he grabs your hand and slowly brings you over.

“please stay.” it wasn’t much of a question as much as it was a plea for him to keep you company.

he doesn’t argue with you, he knows better than that. he nods. “i'll just be on the sofa in the other room but let me know if you need anythi—" you shake your head. "this bed is big enough for you, too." you lazily pat the extra pillow besides your head. you get scared as he doesn't say much, but you breathe again once he starts to walk over in your direction, lifting the covers and making himself at home next to you. he doesn't bother getting undressed, but maybe that's best for your (and his own) sake.

you rest your head on his chest, letting your body melt into his as your lids grow heavy from the mix of alcohol and exhaustion. “thank you for keeping me safe, matty.” you feel as he brings you slightly closer, one hand running through your hair while the other grabs on to your shoulder, his lips softly planting a kiss on your forehead. “always, darling.”

[haveyouseenherlately]

pov: you think about one of matty's kinks

just pure filth here. sorry lol.

warning: 18+, smut. grammatical errors, typos.

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

cumplay. to say that matty was obsessed with it was a complete and utter understatement. you always wondered how many people knew about this side of him, selfishly hoping this was a dirty secret shared just between the two of you. hell, he'd been your best friend for over 15 years and you didn't even suspect this was a deep interest of his until a few months of you sleeping together. your shy, nervous matty getting off at the thought of his cum? no way. but oh, how glad you were that this was a reality. you'd never grow tired of the way his lust filled eyes would spend minutes staring at it slowly dripping out of you, always asking if he was allowed to lick you clean. of course. you'd be a fool to deny him. you love to run your hands through his dark curls as he gently laps the warm cum off your spent cunt, using his fingers to spread you open so he can gather every last drop. at times he will finger it out of you and use the slick to rub gentle circles against your clit, leading to the best form of ecstasy imaginable. but your favourite is always when he will gather some of it on his tongue and continue to sloppily kiss you, ruining him into a moaning, desperate mess.