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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝
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© 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 ~ 𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐣𝐮𝐥 2024
⋆ 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 @enchanthings ⋆
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲…
where 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 realises her attraction to 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 {𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲… 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥}
It's been a few weeks since you met Matt, and it's a stunning, sunlit afternoon as you immerse yourself in the tranquility of the shop, savoring a steaming cup of tea. The shop, unusually wrapped in a peaceful hush due to the few visitors today, allows you to focus on clearing your inbox and other administrative tasks. The gifted Fleetwood Mac vinyl 'Rumours' is spinning on your record player, adding soothing background music to the serene atmosphere.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Matt standing in front of his record shop with a lit cigarette between his lips. He's dressed in a plain black T-shirt, black jeans, and a matching plain black beanie. You can't help but observe how he looks so... peaceful, just people-watching as they stroll down the street. However, he spots you looking at him through your shop window, giving a slight smirk before stamping out the cigarette and crossing the road.
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𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✦
🌻~ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 🌷~ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 🌹~ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 💐 ~ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬
𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭
⋆ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬… 🌻
𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬… ✿♪
where 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 meet for the first time. ✿♪
It was a peaceful afternoon in the sun-filled florist shop in a charming little corner of the beloved small town. Here, you spent most of the day creating gorgeous bouquets whilst listening to music, dressed in a gorgeous pink ditsy floral maxi dress and tidying the shop, ready for any customers. The familiar sights and sounds of the town surrounded you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. You hear a commotion outside, so you glance out the front window of your shop to see that the new record shop across the road has finally been bought and is being set up.
hiya guys! sorry i've been so dead with posting fics the past few months, college is kicking my ass atm and i've got insane writers block.
however! i'm remodelling some parts of my account then i'll try get a schedule for posts! hopefully i'll have some new stuff out soon<3
love u all & thank u for bearing with me!
- Eva ⋆
[ fluff, no plagiarism or inspo w/o asking allowed ]
“Sweetheart?” Matt questions, knocking on the door of your shared room. You feel heavy—so heavy that your body just lays deathly still, sinking into the mattress as you hear the door creak open. “Hey, are you…are you okay?” he asks.
The door clicks shut and you feel the edge of the bed sink down as his lap comes into view. Your eyes flicker upward, your numb heart aching for anything except the empty sadness. Warmth floods your cheeks as you feel a couple stray tears fall.
It doesn’t even hurt anymore—it just feels off.
“What’s going on, pretty girl—I’m right here, let me hold you,” he offers. You shift slowly as he helps you lay your head in his lap. The soothing touch of his cool fingers brushing through your scalp seems to help somewhat, but you were desperate for any sort of relief from this.
“I…I don’t know,” you sigh out. Curling further into his lap, you can’t help but take deep breaths of his familiar scent. The small ounce of weight being lifted feels better, but you still don’t feel okay.
Matt leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your head, letting himself stay there for a moment and embrace being close to you. Everyone has off days. He knows there isn’t much he can do except be there for you. “Do you wanna go for a walk? Or…or maybe we could take a bath?” he reasons.
Your lips pucker to the side as you try to debate his offers. What would make you feel better? Matt continues combing through your hair mindlessly, unknotting a few places that have gotten tangled. “I…” you trail off, unsure.
Noticing your frustrations, Matt’s thoughts rush for ways to comfort you. “Do you wanna…maybe we could plan another one of those cabin trips, hm? We’ll do that and just cuddle for a bit?” he announces, relief washing over his face as he sees your expression soften with a gentle nod. “M’kay, let’s do that. Can I, um…can I hold you?” he asks.
You give another nod, this time a more firm motion. Excitedly letting out a laugh, Matt wraps you in his arms, pulling you into his chest so tight that you let out a noise of pain feeling your nose being crushed against him. “Ow, Matt!” you yell.
Immediately loosening his grip and uttering a handful of apologies, he looks down at you with sympathy and love. “--’m sorry, ‘m sorry, you just—god, I just wanna hold you. C’mere,” he motions. The subtle laugh that falls from your lips is barely noticeable. Your lips curl into a soft grin as he pulls you carefully back into his chest. Matt sighs into your hair. “I love hearing you laugh, I—I love making you smile.”
oh i love this sm😞need this so baddd!
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With love and big tits, Rose
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“Oh…fuckkkk,” Matt groans. The day had been long and unforgiving to you both. Endless meetings and inconveniences had led you both to find comfort in the intimate love in your shared bed.
“Matt…feels…feels so good,” you breathe. His cock is so deep, grinding into you with languid thrusts full of intention. Matt hums at your words, pushing himself even deeper. He lets out a hiss feeling your walls clamp around him tightly. It’s that spot---the spot that makes your heart jump to your throat.
Shoving his hips to grind into you, he moans hearing you shakily breathe while grasping onto his biceps. “Mmmm, shit, baby. Feels that—god—that good, hm?” he taunts. You mewl in agreement, your mind too far gone to put words together. Matt’s happy to see all relaxed and bathing in pleasure. “Yeah, that’s right. Just…fuck, just focus on me, sweetheart. I….mmm—god, I needed this. Need you. Always,” he purrs.