From meeting in a second-hand bookshop in central Manchester, Este and Matty begin exchanging questionable (and pretentious) book recommendations and flourish an alluring interest in one another.
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thread of gold ★ Matty Healy x Reader
[ongoing, 2/6]
Matty has been your muse—the coveted subject of your camera lens—for as long as you can remember. But when your career brings you across the Atlantic and his brings him all over the world; time, distance, and repressed feelings throw your long-time friendship in for a loop.
Felt the random urge to come back and check in…….. heeeeyyyyy…… is anyone still here😭😭😭😭😭
Life since disappearing:
- still working at the book store
- still in school for a degree in Statistics and Actuarial Math but have been taking things slow so yes this is my 5th year lol
- I am a lesbian now
- planning a trip to Vancouver to see HAIM and Dora Jar in September :))
- listening to lots of Beyonce, Ariana Grande, Joan Baez, Sufjan Stevens, Paramore, ROSALÍA, FKA Twigs, Feist, and Fiona Apple !
- probably the most authentic and me I’ve been in a while, sappy but mainly due to being a raaaaaging dyke with my gf. She’s the best and I am actually obsessed and we’ve been together for a year and a bit
- my love for the 75 is still here too btw, just growing and changing with the tides but they are in my bones😝
Some pics of what I’ve been up to
Anyway - I don’t know if I will ever fully be back the way I used to be, because I genuinely don’t feel connected with reading or writing fanfic anymore. But maybe when the new era starts I will freak out with you guys here :))
Thank u for being my friend if you read this far, I do miss talking shit to you daily and having a little community here🤍 Love u
part of summer75, alternatively known as "the 69 fic". bon appetit <3
the flat is suspiciously quiet when you get home.
usually, matty's making some sort of noise - singing, talking to himself, or playing while he writes - or listening to something, the TV or the radio or a record. if he's doing none of these things, the sound effects of whatever video game he's into at the moment are usually audible, assaulting your ears as soon as you step through the front door.
but today… nothing. well, nothing but the air con, providing a slight but welcome reprieve from the blistering heat outside.
“baby?” you shout down the hall, dropping your bag and kicking your shoes off. he's in the flat somewhere, because his car and house keys are still hanging from the tuning pegs on the old guitar head you stuck to the wall for that very purpose, but he doesn't reply. brow furrowed, you wander past the bathroom, knocking the door and opening it to find the room empty. “matty, where are you?”
your next port of call is the kitchen, which you do linger in despite its matty-less-ness, just long enough to down some of the apple juice stashed in the fridge. once the heat in your body is alleviated somewhat, you continue on into the living room, where it becomes immediately apparent that said alleviation was futile; matty's there, stretched out asleep on the sofa, softly-heaving chest illuminated by the sun.
and he's stark fucking naked.
heat floods your cheeks, slightly embarrassed to have stumbled upon him so exposed like this - when your brain remembers he's your boyfriend, though, the heat floods… elsewhere on your body, and before you know it your legs are carrying you towards the couch and settling in a kneeling position beside it. you rest your head on matty's thigh, as slowly as possible so you don't wake him, and look up towards his face. as he is in every facet of life, he's a pretty sleeper, long eyelashes lightly brushing his cheekbones and those beautiful lips open in a slight pout, and you're content to just adoringly watch him dream, heart fit to burst with how sweet he is and how much you love him.
and then he moves, shifting more onto his side towards the sun, and sweetness is the last thing on your mind.
whatever he's dreaming about - you hope it's you - has him half-hard, and it honest to god has your mouth watering. muscle memory, you think; one of your personal favourite mutual discoveries about matty in bed is how much he enjoys getting fully hard in your mouth before he fucks it, weaving his hands into your hair and groaning about how pretty you look sucking his dick, and looking at him right now is upping your desperation to recreate it all to an insane level.
yeah, you need to wake him up right now.
still on your knees, you shuffle up further towards that pretty face; one hand comes up to caress it, the side of your index finger satin-soft against matty's slightly stubbled cheek, while the other is poised right over his dick, ready to stroke when your boyfriend starts to stir. voice singsongy and little more than a whisper, you speak. “matty, baby, wake up.”
matty sniffs, eyebrows raising while his lids stay firmly closed. a noise of vague recognition rumbles in his chest, turning into a light moan when you tentatively drag your nails up the length of his cock - when you circle the tip with the pad of your index finger, smiling as you spread the pre-cum all over his head, matty's eyes flutter open with a satisfied hum. “hi, darling,” his voice is scratchy with sleep, and it's really fucking doing it for you. in contrast to the sexiness of his voice, though, his brow furrows cutely. “am i still dreaming?”
“no, sweetheart,” you giggle, leaning in to kiss him softly. “i'm real, see?”
he huffs out a laugh. “feels familiar,” he kisses you, groaning into your lips when you start to slowly wank him off properly. “fuck, feels good.”
“yeah?”
“yeah. thank you,” he beams, and your heart flutters. “what brought this treat on?”
you shrug. “came home to my incredibly hot, incredibly naked boyfriend, and i wanted to make him feel good. why are you naked, by the way, baby?”
“was - fuck, babe, just like that, yeah - was sunbathing, and i didn't want any tan lines,” matty blushes, smiling bashfully while you laugh. “s'pose i was just so content that i fell asleep.”
“and here was me thinking you were doing some new free-use sex thing for me.”
he groans. “don't give me any ideas, sweetheart, especially when you're dressed like that.”
“you like my work outfit?”
“you know i do.”
speeding your hand movement up the tiniest bit, you smile as sweetly as you can muster. “you wanna fuck me in it?”
“christ, you can't just say things like that to me, darling,” matty's hands come up to his face; he shakes his head before dragging them downwards, smiling exhaustedly at you. “s'like you want me to cum immediately.”
“i wouldn't be opposed,” to prove your point, you speed your hand up again, beaming at the whine that leaves matty's lips and the way his hips jerk up into your grasp. “but you have to answer my question first, sweet boy.”
he sighs, gulping before he talks. “wanna go down on you in it more than anything else right now.”
oh.
you hum happily. “shuffle down the couch a bit for me, then, please, sweetheart.”
matty looks confused, but does as you ask. “what for, babe?”
caressing his cheek again, you beam. “so i can sit on your face. if that's alright with you, of course, my love.”
he blinks repeatedly while you keep on beaming at him, trying to compute your words in his groggy brain; suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you with the same desperation he's always kissed you with, as if you're on the edge of slipping through his calloused figures like the sand in his sleepy eyes. “underwear off. now,” he mutters into you - then, a somewhat less gruff afterthought. “please, darling.”
“okay,” you oblige as you stand, leaving your (damp) thong in a puddle on the floor as you climb onto your boyfriend and the sofa. “fuck, this is tight.”
“oi, s’my line,” the smile is audible in matty's voice as he tugs you back towards his face.
you sigh, leaning down to take his dick in your hand again. “shut up, babe.”
“gladly.”
before you even have time to sarcastically thank him, your boyfriend's tongue slices through your soaked core. you gasp out some sort of shocked moan, a wanton sound that mutates into a whimper when his mouth finds your clit and sucks on the bundle of nerves; when you take his dick into your mouth, it's as much an act of keeping yourself grounded as it is an act of getting matty off. he groans into your cunt when you deepthroat him, and the sound makes you simultaneously hurtle towards your own climax and diligently focus on getting matty to his. unlike other times you've found yourself in this position with your boyfriend, though, there's no competition - just two people working as best they can to make their lover feel good.
however, if it was a contest, you would doubtless win; matty's hips are already jerking up sporadically, a primal instinct for friction so he can finish. despite the pleasure clouding your own brain, you focus enough to dig your manicured nails into his thigh to subdue him, and he obeys with a whimper directly on your clit. you have to hand it to him, though - even on the very precipice of orgasm, he's dead-set on getting you off, eating you like he hasn't had a meal in weeks and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you. he pulls back, very briefly, just enough to warn you of what you already know is imminent. “babe, baby, fuck, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum.”
you stay silent, diligent, aside from a soft hum around his dick and a slight smile; the vibrations from the noise are enough to set matty off, and he spurts into your mouth with a series of whimpers, hips continuing to fuck your throat as he rides out the last of the orgasm. eyes watering and mouth full of your boyfriend, you slide off him with a pop, swallowing his cum and gasping - half for air, half from the pleasure he's giving you now that his sole focus is to make you cum.
and he does just that, embarrassingly quickly for you, that fucking tongue of his making you shake and cry and see stars and soak his face with your release. actually, the orgasm is so strong that you honestly black out for a second - at least, you think you did, because how else would you have ended up curled into matty's chest so soon after cumming, his lips on your forehead and a hand in your hair?
regardless, that's where you find yourself, in the arms of the person who loves you most in the world, both of you spent and sated and so content. there's silence for a minute, save the sounds of east london through the open window and the two of you breathing in tandem, until matty looks down at you with a shit-eating grin on his pretty, soaked face. “so, babe… how was work?”
