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thebearer · 10 months

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i looooove the way you wrote carmys casual dominance over the reader in the feeling. could you write something else that has that same vibe? like him being protective/ dominant over her while they’re around the rest of the crew?

ahhh thank you so much!!! the casual dominance was a must for me with carmy it just makes me weak in the knees lol.

"Why don't you let me help you?" You hummed, leaning over Carmen's shoulder, watching as he expertly cut the onions. "I can handle spaghetti sauce."

Carmen scoffed lightly, looking up at you under heavy brows, still chopping furiously- much faster than anything you could. "I got it." He nodded.

Your face fell slightly, stepping back to stand beside him. Carmen invited you to family every night before the restaurant opened, it was sometimes the only time you'd see him until that night when he'd collapse into bed next to you. It was the busy season, summer and tourist time, meaning everyone wanted to come to the infamous restaurant.

Carmen's chest flooded with a pang of guilt at your small frown. Fuck, maybe he'd been too mean. "'m sorry, baby. Here, I have prep to do. Can you put this in the pan for me? Start it."

The tiny smile that curled on your lips made Carmen's heart skip in his chest. "Yes, Chef." You hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, snagging the diced onions and sliding them into the pan.

You'd seen Carmen make it enough to know how to make this recipe. Canned tomato sauce, oregano, onions- you measured them, adding it all easily.

"Woah-ho-ho, look who we got here." Richie cackled, turning the corner, ignoring Sydney's screams to announce it. "We got a new chef on the roster?"

You rolled your eyes, snagging the can opener and pressing the handles together. "Yeah, I'm your replacement, Richie."

Richie's face fell slightly. He knew you were joking but a part of him worried. "Cousin, what's this, huh?"

"She's just helping, alright? Get outta the way." Carmen nodded, slicing the beef easily. His eyes watched you, flicking from his task back to you.

"Hey," Carmen called, a firm snap of the tongue that had you turning to him. "Put the hair back, baby. No one wants a hair in their food."

"Yeah, c'mon." Richie added, snickering as you snagged the hair tie off your wrist. "Gonna replace me and she don't even know how to cook right-"

"Hey, easy, cousin." Carmen's eyes were hard, glaring at Richie, the whirr of his knife sliding across the cutting board adding a dangerous edge.

Richie held his hands up in mock defense. "My apologies, your fucking majesties." He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, moving onto the next step on the card, pouring the cans of sauce in easily and stirring, giving the side of the pan a firm tap with the spoon to get the excess off. Reaching for the knob to turn the heat up, Carmen's hands were on your waist before you could.

"Here, baby," Carmen rasped, pulling you back slightly. "Gotta loose shirt on, so you gotta stay back, alright? Tuck it in or something for me. I don't want it catchin' on fire." He muttered, hand sliding over the hem of your shirt, pressing it gently against you.

"Actually, go find an apron, ok? I'l get this started. I don't want you gettin' anything on ya." Carmen nodded towards the back.

"Yes, Chef." You saluted him playfully, passing the spoon to him.

Carmen watched you walk towards his office, stirring the ingredients before turning on the stove. He let the flame on a low flicker, reaching in his pocket for his own cigarettes, fishing one out and lighting it under the pilot light.

"Chef," Carmen called, catching Sydney as she turned the corner. "You got it?"

"I got it." Sydney nodded.

"Great, I'll be in my office." Carmen walked off, finding you in his office, lazily looking through the papers on his desk.

"Anything good?" He asked, leaning against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"What is spicy Moroccan carrot salad?" You tilted your head, reading Carmen's sloppy handwriting scribbled on the notecard.

"A side Sydney thinks would go good with the flounder we're getting in." Carmen hummed, blowing the smoke out the door before shutting it behind him.

He sunk down in his chair, patting his lap for you to sit with him. "Thanks f' helpin' me with family tonight." Carmen muttered, arms around your waist, bumming the cigarette in the tray. "Shouldn't be too long tonight."

You hummed, leaning back into his chest, head lulling back so you could look at him. "Not too long like I should wait up for you or...?"

Carmen snorted lightly. "I'll be home before midnight. Sydney and Marcus are closing tonight." He sighed, pressing a tiny kiss on your shoulder.

"Good," You grinned, turning so you were straddling him, your core rocking over his, covered by the aprons.

#thebearer #carmen berzatto blurb #thebearerblurbs #the bear #carmy the bear #carmy smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x you #the bear season 2 #the bear hulu #bear

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fruit-salad-ship · 11 months

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there was this hidden away too?? i think i didnt post this...i dont know. if i did, ah well whatever.

maybe it was some musketeer thing? i dont even recall. posting to delete.

#i dont even know what to tag this as #shrug #fruit salad #i dont know guys #just have the scribble #so i can get rid of it

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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months

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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Peter Parker x Teen!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: jealousy, minor angst, mostly fluff

Summary: Peter always has to one-up you in everything he does. He always finishes a quiz before you. He gets better grades than you. It's infuriating. Then you catch him doing the one thing that makes you rethink how you feel about him.

Squares Filled: pretending not to care for @spider-man-bingo

Author’s Note: i didn't specify which peter parker is here, so you can imagine any of the three for this story!

Class could not go by any slower than it is now. It feels like you have been in here for hours even though it’s only been thirty minutes. Math is your favorite subject because you excel in it, so you’re confident to raise your hand when the teacher asks a question.

“Yes, Y/N?”

You open your mouth to answer when you hear someone chime in from behind you. Pete fucking Parker. The bane of your existence. The boy who makes your blood boil. The boy who thinks he’s too smart to be there.

“Fifty-three?” Peter answers like the teacher called on him or something.

“Thank you, Y/N,” the teacher says and turns around to write on the whiteboard.

You look behind you at Peter with a glare. He always has to chime in and give the right answer even though you know it. It’s like he wants to prove how smart he is with his stupid crooked smile, his bright eyes, and his shy exterior. He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be.

“Alright, kids, it’s time for a pop quiz. You know the drill. Turn in your test at the front and wait for the bell to dismiss you.”

The teacher passes out a pop quiz for all the students to take, so you turn around and focus on your test. Your teacher likes to give pop quizzes every Thursday, so is it really a pop quiz if everyone knows it’s coming? You scribble your name on it and start with question number one. You circle the right answer, going down the line until you get to the next page. You think you’re going at a good pace until you hear a chair screech signaling someone is getting up.

It better not be him. I swear to God if it is… Peter walks by your desk and places his finished test in the bin where the teacher wants it. You gasp silently at the thought of him being done only minutes after receiving the test. Sure, the test is easy and everyone passes them, but he can’t be done that quickly… can he? Peter catches your eyes with a smirk when he walks by you, and you roll your own out of annoyance. You’re not so annoyed at him being smart. You’re annoyed at the fact that Peter used to be so different before. You’re annoyed because you can’t figure it out.

After class is over, you head to the lunch room to meet our best friend, Amy. She is already at a table reserving your seat next to her. You grab the lunch special of the day and make your way over to her with a not-so-happy smile on your face.

“It’s Peter again, isn’t it?”

“He finished the pop quiz in minutes!” She shakes her head and stabs her salad with her fork. “Amy, you should have seen how cocky he looked. God, I wanna wring his neck.”

“Have you ever asked yourself why he gets on your nerves like that?”

“Yeah, because he’s fucking annoying, that’s why.”

Peter walks in after grabbing his lunch from his locker and meets up with his best friend. You forgot his name. They talk all the time but you’re not really interested in his friend. Peter is stuck inside your mind as you try to figure out what’s different about him. Your eyes are locked on him, studying his every move, trying to figure out his next step. He looks the same. He talks the same. He has the same friend. Yet there is something different about him, something more dangerous.

“You’re doing it again,” Amy nudges you.

“Something is up with Peter. Something is different. He’s different.”

“Stop stalking your crush and eat your food.”

“Ew, he’s not my crush.”

“Mmhmm.”

You grab a carrot stick to munch on while keeping an eye on Peter. He walks with his friend to the table they want to sit at, trays of food in their hands. Flash is at one of the tables joking with his friends when he sticks his foot out to trip Peter, expecting his food to go flying everywhere. What no one expected is Peter to catch every fucking item back onto his tray like it never left it at all. The angrier you get, the more you gnaw on your carrot stick. Peter used to be so clumsy but it’s like he got an upgrade, and you need to know how he did it.

“You’re telling me you’re not the least bit curious as to why Peter got what looks like powers?”

“Not really,” Amy shrugs and keeps eating.

After lunch, you two make your way to your lockers which just so happen to be next to each other. You might have bribed your way into getting a locker next to hers but it’s worth it. You two can gossip in secret without anyone hearing.

“Do you think there will be a flower in there today?”

“Probably like there has been for the past week.”

You put your code into the lock and open your locker, staring at the beautiful single flower resting against your textbooks. Every day for the past week, a single flower has been left in your locker by someone anonymous. It’s always been a different flower that has not yet been repeated. There is no note, no indication of who put it there, or why. Yesterday, there was a pink rose and today it’s a purple carnation.

“I think it’s romantic. Someone has a crush on you,” Amy grins.

“What do I do? I have to find out who is doing this.”

“Well, when did it start?”

“Last week on Monday.”

“Isn’t that when the new flower shop opened in town?”

“Yeah.”

“Stalk that place. Whoever is getting you flowers has to be getting them from somewhere, and my bet is it’s from that place. See who stops by there after school, see what they buy, and if that flower shows up tomorrow, you have your answer.”

“This is why I keep you around. You’re the smart one.”

“Street smart. You’re book smart.” The bell rings to signal the next period, and she slams her locker closed. “I gotta go. Tell me how it goes!”

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, probably because you don’t have another class with Peter. If you had, you’d be spending all your time obsessing over him. God, you sound like a desperate girl. You’re not. You’re just obsessed with finding out what’s different about him. Why hasn’t anyone else noticed this about Peter?

As soon as the final bell rings, you rush out of school like a bat out of hell. You want to get to the shop before the other students have a chance to leave, If you’re going to find out who is doing this, then you have to be the first one there. As if the universe is on your side, you’re the first one inside the flower shop. No one else is browsing which means it’s the perfect time to find a hiding spot.

“Hi! Welcome in! Do you need help finding something?”

You look up and see the friendly female cashier.

“No, thank you. I’m just looking.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do!”

You walk around the flower shop and admire the different kinds of flowers as you wait for someone to walk in. A few people come in over the next two hours but no one young enough to be in high school. You’re about to give up when the bell on top of the door rings to signal someone walked in. You look between two flowers and see none other than Peter Parker. You quickly hide in hopes he didn’t see you, and by the looks of it, he didn’t.

“Hey, Peter!” the cashier greets.

“Sandra. How are you?”

“Good! Are you here for another flower?”

“Yeah. Something different. Something I haven’t used before.”

“I saved a good bunch for you.” She walks to the back and retrieves a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Instead of handing him the whole thing, she takes a single flower from the bunch and hands it over to him. He takes out his wallet to pay but she waves him off. “It’s on the house.”

“Are you sure? I’d like to pay some time.”

“You can when you get the girl. Did she find your other flower?”

“Yeah,” Peter nods shyly.

“Are you ever going to ask her out?”

“I don’t know. I think she hates me.”

“Well, after she sees this flower, she won’t,” she winks.

Peter takes the yellow flower and leaves the store. If you don’t get home now, your parents will be mad. You sneak out of the shop and run all the way home, excited to see what kind of flower you’re going to find in your locker tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, the first thing you do is go straight to your locker. Amy is already by hers, putting her books into it and grabbing the one she needs for her first class.

“Hey, did you stake out the flower shop?”

“Yeah. Peter walked in and got a yellow orchid. A single flower. He and the cashier talked as if they had known each other for years.”

You open your locker and gasp when you see a yellow orchid sitting at the bottom of your locker. You grab it with delicate fingers and admire the bright color against your skin. Peter thinks you hate him. You don’t. Peter and his friend round the corner and head in the direction where you and Amy are. Maybe you can get over your obsession with finding out why he’s different and just enjoy his company. Peter looks up and sees you with the yellow flower he picked out yesterday with a huge smile on your face. You wait until he passes by you to say what you have to say.

“This is my favorite flower. I really like it.”

You don’t have to look at him directly to see the smile that comes onto his face. Different or not, Peter is still as cheesy as he was when you first met him.

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icebrooding · 10 months

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mmmm self indulgent trammander scribbles

#gw2 #scribble #trammander #kaushue #trahearne #let salads be happy

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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You probably hear this a lot, but your writing is amazing. I’ve spent hours just going through your works and they all tug at my heart. Is it possible to request a lax x reader where he realizes he’s been overworking the reader a bit to much. Like, asking her to do something while she’s already working on something else he asked for. And maybe poor reader gets frustrated but tries to hide it.

Hiya!! Thank-you so much, it really does mean a lot to me that people enjoy my rambling hehe ㅡ but also absolutely, I can do that!! I hope that this is to your liking bb!!

He doesn't mean to, you know he doesn't.

But you're still a human, and there's only so much that you can do at a time ㅡ and Law tends to forget it. Sure, he delegates tasks to the others, but you seem to be the one he entrusts more difficult ones to and you're honored, truly ㅡ you just wish it weren't so much all at once.

Case in point, he's sent you out into the main town of this island for supplies, both crew-related and not, the list varying wildly from pantry staples to medical supplies.

You don't mind, you tell yourself firmly. After all, he's done so much for you ㅡ the least you can do is take on whatever he asks of you without complaint.

It's a whirlwind of activity as you flit from place to place, amassing a pile of neatly wrapped packages, boxes, and brown paper bags that only seems to grow with every stop. (How you're going to get all of this back to the Polar Tang is beyond you, you have no nifty powers like your Captain.)

Your muscles ache by the time you find a second to rest, studying the remaining items on the list and eyeing the sack full of berries that Law had sent you out with. You're almost done ㅡ and you smile to yourself, pride tempered by the abrupt growl of your stomach. Right ㅡ you haven't eaten yet today.

"I'm making good time," you mumble to yourself, "so I could grab lunch..."

Neatly folding the list, you tuck it into your pocket along with the money for said items, retrieving your own pouch of personal coin and set off to find something to eat.

The closest place ends up being a little shop with a refrigerated display case showing off various sandwiches and salads, along with neat rows of carefully shaped onigiri. Your expression lights up.

"Could I get two of the grilled salmon onigiri, please?" Given that he'd been in the middle of studying when he sent you off, you have no doubts that Law has yet to eat anything either ㅡ and since you're using your own money, he has no room to complain, either.

It's as you're watching your items be wrapped up that you become aware of the low 'purururu' from your pocket, rummaging to retrieve the tiny transponder snail. It's made in your Captain's likeness, from the tiny speckled cap to the shadows under its eyes.

Hurriedly handing the waiting cashier the berri needed, your attention shifts back to the snail as you answer it. "Captain?"

"[Name]," Law answers, "have you finished getting supplies?"

"Well no, Iㅡ"

"Good, I need you to add a couple more things." You bite back a groan of weary annoyance. Of course there's more. It takes a second of fussing to find the list, mouthing a "thank-you" when you're handed a pen to scribble it down. "Have you got it?"

"Yes, Captain." There's the click on the other line, and you huff. "Wouldn't kill him to say 'thank-you'..."

Food stacked as carefully as you can on the pile of purchases, you set off to resume retrieving the rest of the (now longer) list.

"Do you need help with that?" Concerned, the last store owner watches as you struggle to lift the massive pile, parcels at the top wobbling.

"No, I've got it. Thank-you though," you answer, trying to keep the strain out of your voice as you stagger off in the direction of the Polar Tang, muscles straining under the weight.

How you manage to get everything onto the submersible, you don't know ㅡ only that your body aches something fierce by the time you've hauled the last armful onto the deck.

Vision obscured by the boxes in your arms, you jolt as your boot hits the corner of a box and makes you scramble to correct your balance.

"Gotcha!" Fingers snag in the back of your shirt to keep you from falling over, but there's nothing to be done about the sway of the items on top ㅡ the food you'd picked up for yourself and Law ㅡ and you watch as your food topples from it and busts open on the deck.

Wonderful.

"You good?" Penguin peers at your face, finding you staring silently at the mess of food on the floor. Law's onigiri, at the very least, remain neatly wrapped on the stack of boxes. "It's okay, we can clean it upㅡ"

"[Name]." Both you and Penguin look up to find Law standing by the door, taking in the stacks of supplies before he continues. "I needㅡ"

Need. Need, need, need ㅡ frustration mixes with exhaustion in the way you tremble, snatching the onigiri from the pile and striding towards Law.

"All due respect, Captain," you say flatly, shoving the food into his hands, "but either ask someone else, or do it yourself."

And then you're gone, trying not to stomp your way to the bunkhouse. Law turns, startled by the way you've talked to him, the thinly veiled insubordination ㅡ and then down to the pair of onigiri, smell of grilled fish reaching his nose.

"To be fair," Penguin pipes up, "you've been running [Name] pretty ragged lately. They're usually the last one to go to bed and the first one up, so maybe...go a little easier on them?"

Law frowns. Has he been asking too much of you as of late? You've never complained, simply offered a "yes Captain" and continued on. Tasks got done, things completed. But then again, you shouldn't have to complain for him to know it's too much for one person to handle.

It's guilt that has him turning to head for the bunkhouse, knocking tentatively before he opens the door and steps in.

Your back is to him, blanket tugged up around your ears, and he can see you tense as he approaches. "If you're coming to tell me my punishment for talking back," you say, "I'll accept it."

You sound so tired, and it makes Law feel even worse for continuing to add things to your seemingly never ending task list. "I'm not going to punish you," he says. "If anything, I think I'm the one who deserves punishment for not noticing how hard I've been working you."

"I don't mind." You still won't look at him. "It's just a lot to handle at times."

"I know." Law plays with the wrapping of the onigiri. "And I apologize. I rely on you for a lot, and I appreciate what you do for me, for this crew." He pauses. "I also apologize for not saying that enough."

You're quiet for several long moments before you roll over to look at him. "I forgive you."

A small smile tugs at Law's lips. "Good," he says, "but I need you to do one more thing for me." You frown as you sit up, eyeing him warily before he offers you one of the onigiri. "Eat with me?"

You blink, then take it from his hand and meet his gaze, an answering smile curving your own lips. "Of course, Captain."

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous

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elle-maybe · 2 months

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Afternoons with Matty

Matty x reader

Warnings: smut, 18+

As morning fades into afternoon you and Matty decide to head downstairs and spend some time in the garden. It's not big, and there isn't any grass but you've got a couple of sun loungers and some potted plants, and fences high enough to award you privacy without blocking out the sun. And the sun is shining today, it feels like the first proper day of summer. A comfortable 18 degrees, Matty reclines on the sun lounger with his sunglasses on, soft cotton shorts and a loose vest, you've thrown on one of Matty's t shirts with a pair of cycling shorts, your hair pulled up in a messy bun. You sit on the other sun lounger and open your book but you can't get comfy, you try lying on your side, raising and lowering the back of the lounger, but it's no use. You climb over to where Matty's lying and sprawl yourself out over him, snuggled under his arm you wrap your left arm and leg across his body and squeeze tight, whilst your other limbs are wedged in at his side. Its a tight squeeze, but you close your eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Everything ok my love?" Matty asks with a chuckle. "Missed you" you reply and nuzzled your head into his chest as if you were trying to climb inside his body. "I was right next to you my darling " he says and holds the back of your head, gently rubbing your neck. "Too far away" you answer back.

You and Matty decided after a difficult tour spent apart that you wouldn't say "I miss you" in your phone calls or texts. It made things difficult if Matty had been having a good day but you phoned him telling him how much you missed him then he started to feel guilty and it could bring his mood down, and the same for you if you'd had a day spent with your friends and Matty told you he's been missing you all day then your mind could start to play tricks on you. Some people find it strange but it's what works for you. You were still honest with eachother and told eachother if you were feeling low or having a bad day but your days weren't spent back and forth texting about who missed the other one more. It did however mean that when you were reunited the first few days were spent reminding eachother "I missed you so much, I love you I love you I really missed you so so much". These comments were of course met with kisses and cuddles and tight squeezes and "I missed you too darling, every day."

As you daydreamed about your time spent apart you realise that Mattys breathing has become heavy and you hear a gentle snore. Of course he was exhausted with jet lag and you're glad he's finally managed to drift off. You peel yourself out from beside him, slowly untangling your limbs, and you creep into the house. You stocked up the cupboards before Matty came home but there's one thing you really fancy right now so you grab your keys and purse, and scribble a quick note "gone to the shops, back by 12:30" and leave it on the counter incase Matty wakes up.

When you get back Matty's still fast asleep on the sun lounger, so you make a start on lunch, setting the worktop with hot dog buns, salad, cheese and various sauces; stuffing bananas with squares of chocolate and wrapping them in foil, then heading outside and trying to light the disposable barbecue that you'd bought. You find one of Matty's lighters next to the plant pot that has doubled as an ash tray, and you set to work, lighting the sheet of paper inside the barbecue and watching the flames start to build. What you hadn't anticipated is the smoke that would start flowing into Matty's face, rudely waking him from his slumber with a cough. "Oh my god I'm so sorry" you laugh, "I wanted to let you sleep until the food was ready." "Are we having a barbecue?" Matty says, his voice groggy from sleep. "Yeah was it not obvious from the smoke" you tease. "Shut up" Matty laughs, "it's looking good though, should be ready to put the food on soon, what are we having, did you make banana splits?" "I think it needs a bit longer actually, you're meant to wait until the flames have all stopped. And yes of course I made banana splits, it wouldn't be a barbecue without them and I got hot dog stuff too".

"How long do we have then?" Matty asks, "enough time for a quicky?"

"Matty!" You exclaim, "again?? Already??" You can't help but laugh. Matty sits up on his sun lounger and pulls you to stand between his legs, you have other ideas and straddle his lap instead, your knees either side of him, holding his face between your hands. "Ok maybe a cuddle then" Matty smiles up at you. You lean in to kiss him, your lips meeting his, slowly parting as you let your tongue enter his mouth. You reach your hands around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, remembering all the nights you spent lying in bed on the phone telling Matty everything you wanted to be doing to him, hearing his breathing get faster as you explained in explicit detail exactly how you wanted to get him off. Hearing his soft moans down the phone as he reached his high, it was never as good as being together but you and Matty had ways of keeping intimacy going between you even when you were apart. You feel a warmth running through your veins and you find yourself needing to hear those familiar moans coming from Matty's lips.

As you continue to make out you slowly grind your hips into him and you get the expected result, feeling him start to harden underneath you. You climb off Matty's lap, and keeping eye contact with him you grab a cushion from the sun lounger and place it on the floor kneeling on it, between his legs. You tap his hip and he lifts up, so you can pull off his shorts. "Babe you know I was joking, we don't have to..." "Shhh" you cut him off, "I want to. Just relax yeah?" You place a hand on the outside of either leg and start gently kissing up the inside of Matty's right thigh, just when you reach the top you go back down and start at his left knee, kissing your way up again. Matty leans back on his hands, his sunglasses ontop of his head and his eyes looking down at you. You know you don't have a lot of time if you want to get lunch on, but you also don't want to rush. You kiss the skin under mattys belly button and work your way down. You lick your lips and look up at him, then lick a long stripe all along his shaft before it enters your mouth. You hear Matty gasp, and you see his hands scrunch into fists, you moan around him and start to gently bob your head, never breaking eye contact, as you suck on him, hard and aching inside your mouth.

"Fucking hell babe" Matty moans "so good, so good with your mouth, fuck, you know just how I like it". You let him gently thrust against the back of your throat, and you feel saliva dribble down your chin. You keep a steady pace going and you can taste the first drops of salty pre-cum as they drip into your mouth. You have one hand on mattys hip, helping to set the pace, and you bring the other hand underneath to his balls. You know how sensitive they are and you can hear from mattys panting and moaning that it won't take much for him to be pushed over the edge. "Please, uh please babe" Matty says, his eyes tight shut and his head thrown back. you know what he needs at this point and you're more than happy to give it to him, you mumble a "yeah" without taking him out of your mouth. But matty needs proper confirmation that you're ok with this, so he looks down at you "can I?" You nod. He gently runs his hands through your hair and grips onto the back of your head, he starts fucking your mouth, letting out louder and louder groans with every thrust. You feel your eyes watering and Matty's hitting against your gag reflex but you love giving him this power. There's nobody else that you trust, or have ever trusted this much, and Matty knows that. The amount of mutual respect in your relationship allows you to push the boundaries and give control over to the other person in a way that you never thought you would be able to do. Matty's pulling your hair tight now, fucking into your mouth whilst tears run down your face, you can hear how close he is and as you give his balls a firm squeeze he lets out a cry and warm cum spurts into your mouth. You swallow down every last drop, wipe the saliva off your chin and look up at matty with a feeling of adoration. He looks down at you and wipes the tears from your cheeks. "You ok darling? I didn't hurt you?" "No my love, you've never hurt me." You climb back onto Matty's lap and snuggle into his neck, he squeezes you tight and you feel at one with him as your breathing synchronises with his. "I suppose we'd better get the food on now" you say, and start to reluctantly peel yourself from his lap. "Just one more minute" Matty responds and you sink back into his lap once more.

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut

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