#little mix messy icons

[haribrinas]

[requested] perrie edwards icons!

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[fairysininho]

[ulthvlince]

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[surperbloom]

Taylor Swift + Leigh-Anne layouts 💜🖤🩶🤎💙

[faelayouts]

⠀⠀⠀ ★ . . . jade thirlwall layouts!

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[ussers]

taylors swift+little mix

salutteswift

swiftandlm

tswiftandlm

tswifeatlm

ilytaylorlm

cardiganlittlem

lavenderlittlem

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[goodsmellerart]

i wanna open up commissions in october but im kinda at a loss where to start!!! mostly in what to offer, and how to present it... i'm interested in offering monochrome/flat colors, mostly fullbody but maybe waist up/icons too? i just dont want it to get all confusing. big thinking

[d3add0vedonoteat]

Carbonara (or Carmy Cooks for You)

Pt. 2 of Chicken Soup for Carmy

This is part 2 of Chicken Soup for Carmy! I hope you love it. NO WARNINGS. Pure fluff

Your apartment was warm. You entered ahead of Carmy, hanging your coat on the wall and kicking off your shoes. “Make yourself at home!” You invited, jovially.

Carmy followed suit, taking in your space. It smelled like you. It was small, but cozy. Personal touches littered every inch of the space. Your kitchen was to the left, a small wooden table against the wall for your dining area. The kitchen counter looked out to the moderately sized living room. Your little orange velvet couch sat before exposed brick and two tall windows. The wall to the left was covered with posters and picture frames, to the right were a pair of bookshelves without an inch of space that wasn’t occupied by a book or trinket. Several plants crowded the windowsills. The rug was soft and plushy on his feet. It would seem hectic to the blind eye, but Carmy could sense the intention behind each item present. Drumming his fingers on his leg, he chose to look at the wall of pictures. It was an eclectic mix of old posters; there were vintage Coca Cola posters, fashion campaigns from the 70s and 80s, music posters like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin and such.. There were pictures and Polaroids of you with people he didn’t recognize and a few random things in picture frames; a pressed flower, a movie ticket, an unused tea bag, a coffee cup sleeve with a scrawling handwriting on it that said “don’t look back”.

You emerged from the bathroom, your hair free from the bun Carmy was used to. It fell about your face, messy and wild in a way that made the breath catch in Carmy’s throat. You joined him at his side, smiling at the wall before you.

“My scrap wall,” you explained. “I love the idea of scrapbooks but I like seeing things everyday.” Carmy nodded, staring at your profile. The slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He could reach out and caress your cheek… he wrenched his gaze from you and forced it to the wall. “I uh, I had no idea you were into vintage stuff.” He said.

“Likewise.” He raised his brow at you sideways and you laughed. “Loopwheel? Very Americana.” Carmy’s face felt hot. Was this real? It couldn’t be. How could you be any more perfect. You were still wearing his shirt. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Carmy had perused your fridge and pantry, settling on the dish he’d make. You sat at the little table, one leg pulled up to your chest and scratching away in a notebook before you. Music from the playlist you put on floated through the space, complimenting the ambient sound of Camry hard at work. It was so domestic. Usually, Carmy was anxious. His head pounded, his heart raced, and he could never catch his breath. But here with you, Carmy felt peaceful. It was like he’d done this a thousand times before. It was comfortable, safe. Carmy’s chest felt warm and relaxed. His mind wandered as his well practiced hands moved through the recipe. He imagined being here with you, making dinner together after a long day at the restaurant or curled up on the couch watching something on tv, how his arms would wrap around you and you’d lay your head on his chest. Little things filled his mind: going grocery shopping together, washing dishes, folding laundry, having coffee in the morning sitting in your couch and discussing vintage American icons. Sleeping beside you, feeling your skin against his, feeling your-

“Fuck!” The hot sear of the pan against Carmy’s hand snapped him out of his thoughts. You leapt to your feet, rushing over to him.

“Are you okay?!” You asked, grasping his hand in both of yours and guiding it under the stream of cold water. Truthfully, Carmy couldn’t even feel the burn. Not when your hands were on him. You cooed and tutted, closely inspecting his hand.

“I’m alright.” He assured you. You looked up at him and released his hand, much to Carmy’s dismay. You were close, the sink pressed against your back. If you took an extra deep breath your chest would brush against his. Carmy wasn’t particularly tall, but the way he looked down at you, his eyes dark and glued to yours, lips parted slightly, and his uninjured hand resting on the edge of the counter beside you, it felt like he towered over you.

“C-can I help?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out as such a whisper, but you couldn’t help it. His proximity made you dizzy.

“No, no… it’s almost done.”

It felt like an eternity while you stared at each other. You forced yourself away, resuming your place at the table while your heart screamed at the four foot distance. The next few minutes passed in silence until Carmy set a warm bowl in front of you.

Your jaw dropped.

Carmy kicked the door to the alley open, flicking his lighter. He felt like he was going to explode. Richie’s constant bitching, the endless mess of the office and the kitchen, everything was fucked. It was fucked. Carmy ran a frantic hand through his hair. He couldn’t breathe. He took a few steps into the alley, fully intending on having a total meltdown until he heard it. A sniffle.

You sat with your back against the bricks, your head in your hands. “Hey,” Carmy tried to make his voice as gentle as he could. “Are you, um- are you okay?”

Carmy felt his heart drop out of his body when you turned your face to him. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears staining your cheeks. Shit. Shit shit shit. What had he done? How had he fucked this up already? What happened? Was it Richie? He’d kill him.

“I’m sorry, chef.” You said, wiping your face.

“Carmy.” He said, quickly. “Sorry um… just you can call me Carmy.”

You smiled softly, despite the tears in your eyes you were beautiful. “Carmy,” you tested it on your tongue. Carmy thought he’d explode hearing your sweet voice say his name. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying at work it’s just-” you choked up, averting your gaze and shamefully wiping your tears.

Carmy sank down to sit beside you, unsure. You sighed. “My mom uh… she’s kind of fucked up. And my brother keeps calling and screaming at me because he wants me to go home and take care of her but…” you shook your head. “I just can’t go back there, ya know?”

Carmy’s heart panged with empathy. “Yeah, I know what you mean…”

“It was so fucked up when I was a kid, though.” You stared up at the sky. “When I was 10, my mom would make carbonara every Wednesday. It was my favorite day of the week because I loved carbonara. When she started to get worse, I’d make it on Wednesdays just trying to hold onto it you know? I haven’t made it since I was a kid… I don’t know, I just… couldn’t bring myself to. I miss it though.”

Carmy let you vent but truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. It was a little too close to home for him. He just watched you. The sun on your face, the puffiness subsiding from your eyes. He looked down at the ground, worried he’d say something stupid if he kept staring at you. You sighed again. You turned your head to him with a soft smile on your lips. “Thank you for listening to me rant. It feels good to say it out loud.”

Carmy’s cheeks tingled as he met your gaze. He smiled in return, the anxiety that had driven him into the alley in the first place was a million miles away.

“Yeah, anytime.”

You stared at the bowl before you. A nest of creamy spaghetti, dusted with grated Parmesan, crispy pancetta, and vibrant green chives. You felt your throat grow tight, tears pricking at your eyes. Carmy settled in the chair across from you and you stared at him in disbelief. “Carbonara?”

Carmy was suddenly nervous. Had he overstepped? “You uh, you said you hadn’t had it in a while.”

Nothing could have prepared Carmy for the look on your face. Eyes wide at him and beaming with adoration. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words seemed to fall short so instead you lifted a forkful of the creamy noodles to your lips. You sighed with delight when it touched your tongue. “Oh my god…”

“Good?”

You nodded, vigorously. “That is the best carbonara I’ve ever had.” You shook your head with a chuckle as you continued to eat. “You’re so annoying.”

“What?” Carmy practically choked he was so confused.

You laughed again, the melodic sound easing his nerves. “You’re SO good at this. Better be careful or I’ll have to make you cook dinner every night.”

Carmy couldn’t think of anything he’d like more. The warmth in his chest was threatening to spill over as he gathered all his courage into one single word: “promise?”

Seeing Carmy outside of the restaurant already gave you butterflies, but having him in your apartment so close you could touch made your knees weak. You stood at the sink side by side washing the dishes from dinner. Your shoulders bumped every few seconds. You had just made Carmy laugh with your very strong opinions of John Lennon. You’d never heard him laugh like that before, so earnest and carefree. His shoulders seemed lighter, his eyes brighter. The stress of family and the restaurant was far behind both of you, kept out by your apartment door. You hummed, wishing this night could last forever.

“Yeah… me too.” Carmy was grinning at you, cheeks tinged red and bashful. Your eyes widened, had that been out loud?

“Sorry, I uh- I just mean um-” you looked shyly over to him. He was drying his hands, leaning against the counter with a pleased smile on his perfect lips.

“It’s okay,” he assured. Carmy stepped closer. The warmth in his chest was boiling over. He reached up slowly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered against your cheek. “I like taking care of you too.”

[save-a-forest-ride-a-bear]

Can I request general dating headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with gender neutral s/o?

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ General Dating Headcanons ❛ ✧

Featuring: Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan & Zevlor

# Notes: using they/them pronouns for haarlep bc we deserve a gnc icon

🌿┊HAARLEP

Surprisingly very romantic. Which romance language is their main one, you ask? The answer is all of the above. Physical touch? Please, they're an incubus, it goes without saying they'll have their hands all over you all the time. Words of affirmation? They know how to put together a compliment, your name sounds like a lyric on their tongue. Gift giving? They're very keen on jewellery, always surprising you with a golden necklace or bracelet. Acts of service? This motherfucker is a giver, ask and ye shall receive. Quality time? The day they're not at your heels is the day the nine hells freeze over.

Clingy and needy. Will pout and complain every second they're not receiving attention, not above throwing tantrums either. What could possibly be more important than lavishing them with affection? Nothing, that's what. So put that book down, they demand cuddles.

Was definitely not expecting to fall in love. Love is such a sweet and pure concept and they're... Well, them. It just didn't seem compatible with their nature. So when they realized they were beginning to like you more and more, they felt a bit frightened. It was such an unusual feeling, but they grew to welcome it with time.

Definitely gets a bit spoiled just being around you. Tenderness is hard to come by in the hells, so now that they've tasted it, they want more more more. Also talks back to Raphael a lot more now — they deserve the best treatment they can receive, the devil can shove it.

Service top in and out of bed. Again, they're a total giver, always tending to your needs. Had a hard day? They got your favourite food and ran you a bath, go ahead and enjoy it, they'll be there for cuddles once you're nice and dry.

🌿┊DAMMON

Has no control over his tail whatsoever, it will be wagging whenever you're near or wrapping around you to keep you from leaving. He always blushes and apologizes profusely — it has a mind of its own, he says.

He's a bit of a workaholic. Will spend way too long cooped away in his forge. However, he doesn't resist or complain if or when you try to drag him away from there. He knows he needs it, and to be honest he's kind of a simp, will do almost anything you ask of him.

Super attention starved. He won't outright ask for affection, but that look in his eyes isn't fooling nobody. He absolutely melts when you hold or kiss him, he's such a sweetie.

Even before you start dating, he's super affectionate. He just likes letting the people around him know he cares for them. it's almost difficult to tell if he has a crush on you or not because of this little habit, but again, the tail doesn't lie.

Giddy whenever you're around. He's already a somewhat upbeat guy, but having his beloved close to him brings out the best in him (if that's even possible).

🌿┊ROLAN

I love this stupid fucking wizard so much.

Does not know how to flirt. I'm a firm believer he never even kissed anyone before you. Not with his behaviour and obsession with his studies, at least. (And with Cal and Lia constantly at his heel).

Somewhat easily jealous. He has this mix of confidence and insecurity that's... odd, to say the least. He trusts you and thinks he's more than capable of pleasing you. On the other hand, he knows he's a pain in the ass most of the time, so if he sees you enjoying a conversation with someone a bit too much, it will gnaw at him.

As mentioned, not the most experienced. Your first kiss will probably be messy, especially if it's your first as well. Clanking teeth, a bit of drool, all that cute stuff. He's just a little too eager, okay?

Awkward and smooth as fuck at the same time. Really good at teasing you, but will sulk and blush if you do it back — especially if his siblings are around. He'll never hear the end of it.

He makes up for awkwardness with sheer eagerness, most of the time. He's just so happy to be able to call you his, to hold you, kiss you — he's over the moon. And you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

🌿┊ZEVLOR

This dumbass paladin is such a romantic. He's more old-fashioned, of course — almost refuses to kiss you on the first date. Maybe even the second. He just wants to treat you right the best way he knows how, even if it can be a little frustrating at times.

Gets flustered easily, but never backs down. Like, he will blush and maybe stutter a little if you catch him off guard with a kiss or compliment, but will 100% reciprocate, maybe even make you blush in return.

Has some problems with inferiority and may think he doesn't deserve you at times. He sees himself as a coward and since he believes you deserve the best knight in shining armour you can get, he becomes a little insecure at times. Nothing some kisses won't solve.

Expect lots of communication. This is a man, not a boy. If something's wrong or bothering him, he will let you know and expects you to do the same. How else is the relationship supposed to flourish?

Not big on PDA. Again, he's old-fashioned. He believes affection like that should be kept behind closed doors, something for the couple and the couple only. But he won't say no to some hand-holding if you ask nicely.

[andraxicated]

Married to Wild Eyes

Pairings: Jing Yuan x f! reader

Synopsis: Your husband returns home and rails you after he deduces something that you've hidden from him.

Tags: breeding | fingering | pregnancy sex (early stage) | riding | nipple play | uhh I can't remember anything else

a/n: this Wild Eyes manhwa popped up on my tiktok fyp with those iconic pwop and squelch panels. i'm like...interesting~

+ smut always takes so long for me to write because I always have to close the tab and run a lap around the house when I start on the nasty stuff.

wc: 4.9k (porn with some kinda plot)

will proofread in the morning😭

General Jing Yuan was a kind man to all, logical and strategic are only a few of the praises you hear for him. After all, he's the reason that the Xianzhou enjoys many years of peace to come. But just as the praises that resound from people's mouths—and the peace he brings by fulfilling his military duty, none of it compares to the lewd praises and ecstasy he delivers as he fulfills his duty to you as your husband.

"Augh~ Yuan, right there! F-fuck keep on hitting it-n-not too deep!" You babble a mix of words as you bounce on his cock, placing your shaky hands on his shoulders that are about to slip. Still, you try your best to regulate the rhythm with your eyes closed that Jing Yuan finds a little too slow for his liking. But who he is to deprive you of your wants? Although, he did find it unusual that you asked to top for a more sensual pace than him railing you into the mattress.

"Come on love, show me how good you can ride."

Jing Yuan does his part by thrusting up his lower body into you, abs flexing as he held tightly onto your waist. It then sent you opening your eyes, tears coming onto your waterline with your mouth agape, body sinking down on his fat cock to quell the itch brought by your hormones.

"You need help?" He notices how you're struggling to move and you nod. It seems like you want to go on but your legs are sore and shaking.

Your cunt throbs crazily and has Jing Yuan whipped, he lifts you by the hips and brings you down only to the length you can take. "I-I'll go faster!" You squeal, chasing the incoming high that has both of you reaching for the other's lips, making a messy exchange of saliva as his cock repeatedly coaxes your walls to make way. Jing Yuan's grip tightens and you immediately remove them, not wanting to feel his strong hold near your stomach. Instead, you relocate his hands to your breasts, moaning when he lightly squeezed. Much to his puzzlement at your abrupt removal of his hands, for now, he'll set his confusion aside just to kiss you softly, tucking away the hair that falls on your face.

"You look beautiful" His voice reverberates, praise going straight to your pussy.

"Do I, general?" You whisper as you elicit a moan when the bulbous head hits your spot.

"Believe me. That's why you're the one on top of me, isn't it?" Jing Yuan teases with a hearty laugh. He finds it all mesmerizing to see his dear wife falling apart above him. These skin-slapping sounds, the lewd faces you make, and the sight of him repeatedly disappearing into your folds have him losing the strength in holding back for your sake. He began to plump upwards at a speed that has your vision rocking and your nails finding expanse at his chest.

You continue to impale yourself on his cock, relishing in the sensation of being filled up repeatedly. Your lower belly starts to feel a coiling tension, one you're all too familiar with since the wedding night. And the sight of your husband's face going red with his lip bit was the one that pushed you to the edge.

The only thing you could say was a whimper of his name "Jing yuan—!", and then had a euphoric urge to close your eyes, but the sudden shift of his golden orbs from where you're connected to your own is what compels you to stare at him while you finish.

You look dumb and mesmerized above him, cunt soaking his length from your release, and the one thought behind your lovestruck gaze was the title that people called him.

"Wild Eyes"

You now know why he's dubbed a ridiculous name such as "wild eyes". The name is deemed true on the battlefield when he's in action, leading the alliance to victory and inflicting enemies with fear when he summons the Lightning Lord. And now it shows most true when he's in bed, breeding his lovely wife as he should.

"You okay, darling?" He asked, half-amused with shaky breaths. His thrusts suddenly slow down, groaning, only to shoot warm cum inside you as you fall down on his chest and take what he's giving you.

After being cleaned up, both of you settle on the bed and then you notice the mini cakes settled on a platter. The sudden cravings appear to be strong that you gradually reach out for the snack.

"I prepared those for you. I heard you've taken a liking to sweets. You like it?" Jing Yuan suddenly speaks and you look over to him. He's half-covered by the sheets, displaying his abs and war scars unabashed. But then you've seen his body multiple times now, what's there to be ashamed of?

Your cheeks burn at the view so you focus instead on savoring the sweetness. "I like it. Thank you for this."

Jing Yuan sighs while looking fondly at you. He has to leave you before dawn to attend the subjugation of the Stellaron monsters, one that will probably take days or perhaps weeks before he comes home to you. And Jing Yuan is currently facing the dilemma of how to break the news to you—

"You're going tomorrow, right? The mara-struck have been increasing in numbers along with the monsters that suddenly seem to appear out of nowhere." You take the words out of his mouth, looking over at him to see his eyes rounded in shock. "Jing Yuan, you're needed. So you should go, no need to feel guilty"

"Well I'm feeling guilty, I heard you've been sick every morning and I'm not there to take care of you. Perhaps I should call for the best physician in the Luofu? "

You smile yet it didn't reach the ends of your lips. "My maids take care of me and besides, the attending physician is fine."

"I'm your husband, they're taking my job." He sighs, hair falling in front of his face that you immediately tuck away. He takes it as an opportunity to grab your hand and kiss the back of your palm, keeping those golden eyes on you all the while.

You could feel yourself shrink from the intensity of his gaze. It felt so weird that it kind of tickled your stomach and nerves in a good way.

"Dearest (y/n), I don't want you to feel lonely in this manor. I know that it's my fault that we haven't been moving forward as we talked about but-" He suddenly gets cut off by you pressing your lips to his soft ones. You had your eyes closed to protect yourself from his eyes because you don't know if your heart will be able to take that gaze.

You wanted to be upset, you had every right to be upset as his wife. You wanted to say "I'm used to it" with a tone that demands coaxing and cuddles before you cry. You wanted so much time with him despite being married as strangers. Yet he has a responsibility to the people, one that often kept him away from the confines of your room—from your arms.

You could only force yourself to be mature about it and push down the urge to cling.

"Jing Yuan, we'll have plenty of time to be with each other. Besides, I have my maids to keep me company. I won't be lonely." You always knew you were amazing with lies but it took great effort to keep your voice from breaking. You hope he doesn't notice the glimmer of water in your eyes.

"And I-"

You wanted to tell him the good news but it seemingly got stuck in your throat.

"Hmm?"

You stopped yourself from speaking, quickly changing your words in a fit of internal panic.

"—want to say come back soon. Safely."

Jing Yuan noticed you wanted to say something else but he chose not to dwell on it. He'll just wait for you to tell him whatever it is.

"I will" He says before leaning in to kiss you, his large hands snake to your ear to the back of your head, keeping you firm within his lips as he lays you down for another round or two.

As soon as the maids heard the large patter of Jing Yuan's boots, they immediately scurried to your bedroom, hushed whispers of your name as she shakes you gently from your sleep.

"My lady! The general is now leaving the house! Hurry!" She says and you immediately wake up to find your robes and see him off. You knew he wouldn't wake you up for the sake of rest but who knows when will you see him again? The subjugation takes weeks or months if you're unlucky and from what you've heard, the current situation of the Xianzhou isn't pretty.

You could only whisper a prayer as you watch Jing Yuan's back go further away along with a gentle caress to your stomach.

"Let's hope he comes home in a week...or less" You chuckle and shake your head, finding it funny to talk to the child inside you. So this was the little surprise that Fu Xuan keeps on being cryptic about.

Jing Yuan could go on further but the stamina of the Cloud Knights wasn't exactly quite like his. He settles them down for rest and he had hoped to take the time to nap but a knight suddenly came over that he couldn't refuse. He's about to doze off but it seemed like he had to listen to his subordinate.

The knight bowed as a greeting, a wide grin splattered on his face. "General, I'm here to thank you on behalf of my family for saving them from the attacks last month. My mother almost fainted upon hearing it because apparently, my sister was pregnant during that time. It's only because of my incompetence that I failed to protect her that you had to step in-"

"Slow down young man." Jing Yuan commands and the knight shuts himself immediately. "No incompetent one becomes a Cloud Knight, we all undergo rigorous training to ensure that we're worthy of defending the Luofu."

The young man nods, apologizing for his words.

"And your sister's pregnant you say? How is she then?" Jing Yuan is not one to meddle in somebody else's personal life but he's just tiny curious about this particular matter.

"She's well, general. Now that she's far in, her cravings for sweets became worse along with the morning sickness. She's nauseous at the smell of some food—General? Are you all right?"

Those little details present during that afternoon suddenly came slapping him in the face for not realizing sooner.

Jing Yuan is a fool. He had become a father and he had no idea at all.

"Excuse me. I need to talk to Yanqing for a while." He flashed a smile and nod before scurrying over to the boy dressed in blue.

"General? What's the matter?" He noticed his master's face in distress, although rare, Yanqing has seen it every time something concerns you. It's natural for him to mirror the expression of the general as the boy sees you as his mother figure.

"Yanqing go back to the city at once. I will take charge of here, we should be coming back in three days."

"Three days? But general-"

"(y/n) is with child. Go protect her in my stead."

And that's how you come to see the blonde-haired boy at your door. You immediately came rushing when the maids told you Yanqing arrived at the manor. Every worst-case scenario suddenly came flashing like reels in your mind. Your heart was pounding like crazy as you await Yanqing's response to your question.

"Weren't you supposed to be in the expedition? W-where is a Jingyuan?" Your throat felt constricted due to the immense panic you felt since the boy returned home alone. Usually, after a long expedition, he comes home to your abode with your husband ahead of him. Yet this time the boy had a conflicted expression that worsened your anxieties.

"The general sent me ahead of them...because he found out something about you. He asked me to protect you that's why I'm here, I'll be staying until the general returns." Yanqing says sheepishly and you realize he's beating around the bush.

"What did he find out? I don't understand."

"Y-you're..." He struggled to find the words until, finally he spoke while scratching the back of his head. "You're pregnant. The general found out."

How in the world did he? You were pretty sure he remained clueless until he left. The thoughts of his reactions plagued you at night as you rub your belly. You only hope keeping this news doesn't anger him. If he knew of your condition before departing, he'd be extremely worried on top of all those battles he'll face. You counted day by day until it was finally the third day where Jing Yuan and the Xianzhou troops would arrive.

The morning sickness kept you confined to your bed and bathroom. You closed your eyes for a minute and you felt the door open to which you sit up-right in anticipation. And there he was, walking towards you like some sort of saving light. His long white hair swayed subtly, gold eyes sparkling with delight, and the smile you've grown to love made the corners of your lips rise. He pulled out a nearby chair and kissed your forehead. His hand suddenly went from your stroking your hair to your tummy and you flinched, wide-eyed.

"You kept this a little secret from me huh?" He muses and you're glad from the tone that he isn't angry. Jing Yuan just happily gazes back and forth between your face and your belly. "I'm not mad as I understand why you had to hide it. You don't have to apologize." His words make you melt, you wrapped your arms around him in an attempt to cover your shyness while you complain about your morning sickness and everything in between.

Jing Yuan strokes your body as he mindlessly repeats the happy thoughts of being a father. Surely he has to reward you for being so good to him, right?

Night had fallen and you settled in the bed with a sigh. Jing Yuan followed you as he got out of the bathroom, shirtless. Your eyes naturally drifted to his body and filled your mind with sin, shifting uncomfortably when the itch between your legs started.

He dries his long hair with the towel, muscles flexing with each movement and you couldn't help but stare at him and what he's hiding underneath, your eyes lingering as he goes to dress his lower half. To think this man's seed is growing inside you makes you feel so damn turned on. You feel wanted by him and Jing Yuan himself confirms your feelings.

He soon lays on the bed, it dips with his weight and you scoot over because you know what he's waiting for. Jing Yuan leans down to meet with your lips, tongues clashing in a fit of passion and he grabs you by the waist to move you closer.

All he felt was cold nights in tents these past few days. The warmth of your body along with the comfort of your shared home butters the general in a sweet mood to make love. He lightly kneads the flesh of your ass through your nightgown, distracting you with his kisses and expert handwork as he takes off your clothing. Those nimble digits creep up between your thighs, cupping his favorite toy as you pull away to let out a moan.

He doesn't let you though. He immediately grabs your chin to connect your lips once more at a pace that starts to pick up. You didn't even notice how you're suddenly caged under his body. Jing Yuan pulls away when he notices it's been too long without breathing, he's not one bit fazed about the makeout but when he sees you looking absolutely debouched, his cock twitches as the animal inside him craves to devour you.

"Pretty pretty wife" Your husband muses with a smile as you suddenly feel him pushing aside your panties. The tip of his fingers teasingly touches your part like butterflies and every sensation you feel goes straight to your throbbing pussy. Jing Yuan wants to go down on you like a madman but he holds back for your sake and his. And it's all because his fingers don't want to leave your pussy at all, he missed this so bad since he's left to fist his cock at nights when you aren't there.

"So tight—missed this amazing pussy." Two of his digits enter your puffy lips, parting them slowly and checking your walls if it can accommodate his size. You always had a hard time taking him. He fights the same tightness that's currently enveloping his fingers while he ignores your pleas to stop.

"Shh shhh you like this, look at you." He drawls, putting on speed with the way he's fingering you. "And when I stop, you whine for me to put it back in. What do you really want hmm?" Two digits are thick enough to fill you completely, what more if it's his cock filling you up? You moan when it hits the spot, squirming inside you and then pulling out only to play with your clit.

He laughs when you cry out in surprise, cooing at the tears that decorate your eyes and wiping them as if he's not the cause. Jing Yuan positions himself above you, quickly discarding the material that hides your treasure. The throbbing between your legs got worse as he starts to unbuckle his pants. You could faintly make out its hardened outline before its leaking tip shows itself to you.

Jing Yuan chuckles, watching how your eyes followed his movement when he strokes himself to spread precum. "Shit, you want this? Want my cock?" He groaned and as expected, your legs automatically tightened around his waist, begging for him to slide it.

"Jing Yuan, please don't be mean. I missed you so much, I need you! Fill me up please!" Your cries passed by him in a daze as he already heard that countless times from you, sure it makes his dick twitch but what moved him was your eyes that showed how much you needed him. They were glossy and conveyed so much emotion other than feeling lust.

It was feeding on the general's urge to take care of you and his child, to love you even if you don't feel the same. He's determined to make this marriage work, you're not backing down now that he's sealed you with his seed.

His thoughts made him touch your stomach mindlessly, the other hand lining up his cock against your folds. Jing Yuan kisses the top of your head, whispering assurance that he'll be gentle. "I'll be gentle, slow pace right? Don't want me hurting you." He says, pushing in to be met with warm walls that grip his cock like a vice.

"Fuckkk, taking me so good." He hissed but suddenly his attention was directed to you who mewled his name.

"I-it's okay to be rough—I want it anyway, just be careful." Your voice dwindles with each word and heat rushes to your face when you realize what you just said. It was embarrassing but on the first night together, you remember Jing Yuan telling you it's important for you to say what you want during sex. So even though you wanted to cover your face with a pillow, your resolve stayed strong until you hear Jing Yuan chuckle.

He leaned down to kiss you on the lips, resisting the urge to pinch you when you look at him with puzzled doe eyes. "Of course. Anything you say, I'll keep in mind." He coos, snuggling his kisses to your neck down to your soft breasts.

He eases the penetration by pushing slow yet continuous, both of you moaning when he buries himself slightly to the hilt. "Is this okay? Deep enough?"

"Y-yeah so good!"

Jing Yuan knows he's big and the effect it has on you. You're shaking beneath him and he could feel it with the way your legs are around his torso. And along the way home, he somehow picked up the knowledge that pregnant women are sensitive especially in their erogenous parts. He was almost overcome with the instinct to pull out if it felt too much for you but when you're saying stuff like wanting him to cum inside you over and over—Jing Yuan knows the only way to please his needy wife is to shoot the load that got you pregnant in the first place.

You shiver when he slides out and prods at your entrance, waiting for him to plunge back in and the second stretch of your hole never fails to open your mouth in shock, sneaky Jing Yuan takes the opportunity to slide his mouth and indulge in sloppy kisses.

"Mmmh-s-stop-ahh!-move inside now!" He pulls away only when you break the kiss and ask to move inside you already. It felt bratty to him but for tonight, he's gonna heed to everything you say. It's only right that Jing Yuan fucks this pussy so good for bearing him a child.

"Impatient are we?" He clicks his tongue and begins to tie his loose hair with the red ribbon. Your attention was so caught in his muscular arms that you didn't even anticipate the movement of his length in your walls. He begins to fuck you while he ties his hair and your eyes were left frozen in shock that he couldn't help but break out a laugh. "Stop looking so cute or else I'll forget that I'm supposed to be holding back." Jing Yuan chuckles before putting his strength in his lower half to work, pulling out halfway through before surprising you as he pushes back to hit the spot.

"Feels good?" You nod dumbly at his question, moaning at how delicious his cockhead feels when it pounds. You wanted to speak but only incoherent babbles makes it out of your mouth that you chose to shut up instead, taking and enjoying his large cock that's breaking your pussy open. He keeps up his pace, his groans in tandem with his thrusts and your body moves along, creating jiggles on your breasts and stomach.

"Look at you, so pretty and tight as fuck. Taking me so good—ugh" He got cut off when your walls pulsed around him, sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a mix of lewd sounds that tickles your ear.

Jing Yuan suddenly latches his lip onto your nipple, sucking ravenously at your nipple and you scream in pleasure, kicking your feet only for him to push deeper to keep your legs in place.

"Can't wait to see—mmmh—these breasts full of milk—won't have another chance to suck at you like this". Jing Yuan mumbles between lapping at your mounds. His words made you gush below, obscene squelches overlapping your whimpers. Your hands desperately grabbed at the sheets as Jing Yuan pounded furiously with his mouth attached to your boobs. It looked so so dirty—so wrong but you can't help but enjoy how he's using your body.

Everything was so sensitive, your body felt like it was on fire. His movements were coming all at once yet he had another trick up his sleeve. Your flesh gets bitten down by his teeth, a sharp pain shooting up in your body that made your walls clench tighter around him. He thrusts in response to your enclosing walls, feeling him grin with your nipple between his teeth.

"Hah! 'm close, Jing Yuan!" Your hand flew to your mouth to hold the moans that threatened to surface but your husband doesn't like that. He prefers it when you're lewd and noisy, the sounds you make were a stark contrast to your image.

He moves your hand to his hair all the while looking at your debauched expression. There was no thought behind your eyes, only thinking of the way his cock fucks back into your hole, molding your cunt to his shape.

He took pity on your senses, you must be so far gone now that only breathless moans are coming out of your mouth. But the primal urge to claim you even though you're his always gets the better of him. Jing Yuan pulls away from your body and hovers to see you in your entirety. He experiments on your obedience for the fun of it, shoving one finger at first and then adding another two to see your reaction.

The look on your face with three fingers stuffed inside your mouth fuels him to pump his cock harder, to give it to you better because you look absolutely ravishing right now. And when you wrap your pouty lips around his digits before he could say anything, his heart does a little backflip as the corners of his lip rise. You were so fucking good for him so he pinches your clit, earning a yelp.

Jing Yuan feels like he's falling harder for you. He's so lucky—so blessed to have you underneath him, he wonders if this marriage wasn't orchestrated then who would be the one to see you like this? The ugly thought has him wanting to claim you one after another, leaving marks on your skin so people would know who you belong to. He'd have you know nothing but his name, the feeling of pleasuring and being pleasured, bearing his child and showing off that you're his and his only.

You're his wife now and that's the only thing that matters, besides you have a child on the way. And Jing Yuan groans loudly to match the pace of his thrusts, one that got you crying and sobbing out of the immense onslaught of pleasure. He fucks so good to the point you feel like your eyes are gonna go to the back of your head or your jaw is gonna lock from how frequently you're opening your mouth.

"Gonna cum?" The veins on his cock glide on your walls, balls swinging from the impact as you take a slight peek at how his dick stretches you out before falling back onto the pillow and nodding your head. "Cum for me then. Show me how good I am to you."

His deep voice lulls you to release, his loving gaze directed to you, and the fulfilling way his hips continued to rut into your cunt. And the filthy words that he whispers near your ear, bordering on degradation and praise. All of those combined and you couldn't help but close your eyes and feel him meeting your little thrusts, chasing your high. As you were nearing your closure, Jing Yuan suddenly attaches his lip to your boob and gets the timing right, provoking your screams as you have an orgasm that absolutely wrecks the lights out of you. You're nothing but a mess beneath his strong arms, his pretty little wife that keeps on crying and thrashing from having an orgasm ten times more intense than normal.

"Fucking take it—take it all." Jing Yuan pants from putting all of his energy left to chase his high, cock hitting you at the best depth that has your feet kicking. Sounds of 'pwop' and squelches fill the room alongside his groans. He leaves your mounds to go seal a fervent kiss to your lips, performing a few more thrusts until it's slowing down as he paints your walls milky white, ropes and ropes of warm cum shooting inside your cunt until he feels spent.

All that's left to do is to clean you up and run another bath, no doubt there's already warm water prepared for both of you. The intensity of doing it with Jing Yuan left you unable to focus and now that you're gaining clarity of your surroundings, you see his eyes that stand out from the background. It's like a swirl of gold that pulls you in and renders you speechless yet you mumble unconsciously "wild eyes" that didn't escape your husband's hearing.

It left Jing Yuan in a fit of giggles, brushing your hair behind your ear as you bury your face in his chest. "So you've heard that one? I wonder if our child will inherit these wild eyes of mine."

You reply while gazing up at him. "I hope so. Your eyes are really pretty."

"Thank you" Jing Yuan broke out a smile, not able to hide what he was feeling as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead that you savor with your eyes closed. His hand traveled to your stomach, caressing it as he looks up to the ceiling, wondering about the future.

Then he says "I'll be present more. I'll be a great husband and father just as they call me a great general." He suddenly declares that you slightly sit up to look at him with awe.

Your lips part, unsure of what to say but you know that from those golden eyes alone that anything you say will be fine. You could feel love—see love emanating from their so-called wild eyes.

"I...would like that"

[justanamesstuff]

Take my breath away - Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Really nervous about everything today!! I hope you guys like it! Let me know :)) This fic is based on this request, and works as another part for this fic i've posted (now that he's talking about reparations...) 🤭♥

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI (please stay away), angst, jealousy, smut, fluff, typos.

Word count: 4.1 k

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At home

“How do I look?” Y/n came into the shared room of their house, and asked him. 

Matty was fighting with his tie around his neck, when his girlfriend came in. He had been staring at his reflection for a few minutes, trying to get the knot right. When his eyes fell on her, the air got stucked inside his throat. 

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, under Y/n’s attentive sight. She chewed on her lower lip waiting for him to say something, one word at least. If he didn’t like the dress, she would probably cry because her closet wasn’t full of options for Charli XCX’s massive birthday party. Y/n was convinced that the one she was sporting was the only good option.

Matty’s eyes travelled from Y/n’s hair do –messy and simple, she spent almost one hour making it look like it took five minutes and not that long–; make-up helping to show her factions perfectly, the dress straps assist his sight trail down towards her chest being adorned with a lacy pattern mixed with an almost transparent type of fabric. The right side of the dress opened from the middle of her thigh, ending closer to the floor. Her private parts hiding from prying eyes. Matty’s followed the route from her hips, down her legs, until his eyes fell upon her feet styled by high heels. Matty felt like a teenager, feeling a wave of heat around his neck and a painful need between his legs.

“Do you hate it?” she asked, snapping him from his daydreaming.

“Hate it?” his voice struggled to came out from his dry throat. Matty tried to cleanse it, detaching his hands from his tie. “Hate it?” the singer repeated once more, feeling his dick twitch inside his boxers. 

Y/n tried to smooth her dress even though it was perfectly steamed, “You haven’t answered my question.” she didn’t dare to look at him.

Matty felt bad seeing her look so unsure of her beauty when all he wanted to do is skip the party and spent the night in bed worshipping her body and her.

He moved a few steps closer, moving slowly to not startle her. “My love…” Matty started slowly. “You always, but specially tonight…” he breathed in, the sound making Y/n look into his eyes. “You look breathtaking.” Matty held the sides of her face, keeping Y/n from looking away.

“Really?”

“Are you kidding, Y/n?” Matty moved her head a little, trying to wake her to acknowledge her appearance. Y/n brushed her shoulders. “Baby, I- I don’t know where to start.” Matty chuckled and she followed, copying him. “This dress is going to kill me.” 

“You look pretty handsome yourself, Healy.” Y/n tried to divert the attention, but her boyfriend wasn’t having it.

“What if I text George saying I’m sick or something…and we spend the night here…” Matty let his hands moved down her neck, slowly, making Y/n shiver by his hot touch. 

“No, we can’t do that.” Y/n threw her head back a little, giving Matty space to lean forward to kiss the exposed skin. 

“Why?” he asked, innocently, as if he wasn’t proposing skipping one of the most iconic and important parties of the year. 

Y/n tried to focus on the words she wanted to say, but his hands settled on her hips for a moment, meanwhile his lips attacked her neck, moaning when her perfume reached his nose. Her knees almost failing her.

“Because…” she pronounced. “It’s Charli’s birthday.” Y/n tried to push him away by his shoulders, even though she didn’t really want to stop him. 

He didn’t answer right away, his attention entirely on her body reacting to his touch. Matty felt the fabric under his digits when he trailed up to his favourite part of his girlfriend's body. His veins pumping with ecstasy when her nipples hardened, finally getting his attention. Y/n pushed, unconsciously, her chest further into his palms. 

“I don’t care…” Matty’s teeth brushed hard upwards against the soft skin of Y/n neck. “I don’t care if it’s the King’s birthday, and we’re invited.” he said breathless. “If I want my girl, if I need my girl-” that was when she felt him, heavy, against her belly. “Nothing more matters.” Y/n moaned, closing her eyes, feeling his soft lips attack her sweet spot under her jaw. 

Matty squeezed her right boob, trying to get rid of the dress strap at the other side. Both action brought Y/n back to reality. “No, Matty.” she said, and he stopped instantly. 

“Please.” he begged without moving further, just keeping his hands still.

“Later.” 

Matty groaned when Y/n moved backwards, far from him. She moved the strap back in place. 

“You’re killing me, baby.” Matty tried to sort himself inside his pants so his hard on wasn’t visible.

“‘m not.” she fought back, feeling her thong damp while she tried to get to the door.

Matty contained a moaned, looking her move her hips from side to side. The night was going to be long.

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Charli’s birthday party

Matty gripped his glass of whiskey, meanwhile Ross was talking his ear off even though he wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were upon a pair at the other side of the room. 

Ross kept talking about his nephew and penguins, or something similar –Matty couldn’t care less–, when Matty almost let go of his cup. 

“Wow!” Ross interfered, placing his hand under in. “Watcha doin’, mate.” 

“What?” Matty spat.

Ross stared at his face for a second. Matty was frowning hard. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” it was the second time he asked the singer about it. They were at a party, they were supposed to have fun, although Matty wasn’t enjoying the evening. 

“‘m fine, Ross. Perfectly fine about a twat flirting with my girlfriend…touching her.” Matty drank the rest of his drink in one go, groaning when the liquid stung his throat.

“Edward?” Ross asked, looking between Matty and Y/n deep into conversation with the man in front of her. 

“Don’t give a fuck about his name.” 

“Alright, mate.” Ross didn’t move a muscle, knowing how Matty was, specially after a few drinks. “Isn’t he Y/n’s coworker or something?” 

“He’s one of her best friend’s brother, who has been in love with her for ages…she knows that. I can’t believe she’s letting him-”

“She’s not letting him anything, Matty. They’re talking.” Ross defended her. 

“He’s been touching her arms every two minutes.” Matty protested like a toddler.

“If it’s bothering you so much, why are you still here?” 

Matty looked at his friend, opening his mouth, “I-” he muttered, bringing a big smile to Ross’s face. “Fuck it.” Matty said. 

His feet conducted him fast to the corner of the big venue Charli chose for her party. Y/n’s laughter reached his ears and his stomach flipped, knowing he wasn’t the one entertaining her. 

Y/n got distracted from Edwards explanation, when a strong arm sneaked around her waist and pushing her back to came in contact with a hard chest. She recognized him by his cologned, rounding her. Y/n glanced down to his hand, possessively resting on her belly. She noticed he took off his blazer and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, showing the tattoos adoring his skin. 

She turned around inside his arms, letting her hands touch his chest. “Hi, handsome.” she greeted him, oblivious of Matty’s mood. “I missed you.”

“‘m sure.” he said, cryptic. 

Matty realized her eyes were glossy due to the alcohol the dumbass was providing her. On the other hand, Y/n acknowledge the frown on his forehead and how he pressed his lips close. Y/n crocked an eyebrow at him, silently asking.

“Come with me.” he commanded, not giving attention to the idiot standing behind them, expecting for Y/n to return to their previous conversation. Matty wasn’t going to allow him to steal her from him one more minute. 

Y/n’s boyfriend didn’t wait for her reply, taking her hand on his and dragging her around the sea of people. She tried to look back to Edward to gift him an apologetic wave, but Matty was moving fast, which made her inevitably look forward. 

The grip of his hand was hard, even though it wasn’t hurting her. The duality of her man send a shiver directly into her core. Y/n jumped forward, trying to get closer to Matty. The only response from him was to give her a side glance when she hugged his big, muscular, arm as if her life depended on it. His attention drifting away from her face didn’t hurt her feeling, the opposite in fact. Y/n wanted to know what got him so worked up, she wanted to be the centre of his attention as she was back home after they left the safety of their house.

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After trying a few doors down the long hallway –all of them locked– Matty was starting to get hopeless. In any moment, he let go of her hand, dragging Y/n with him. His breathing was rapidly, and his girlfriend noticed the sweat starting to damp his shirt. An urge to lick it directly from the skin of his neck took over Y/n’s senses.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Matty tried another handle, same story. 

“Matty, what’s going on?” 

He turned around, his eyes falling on hers. His nostrils were three time bigger than usual, and his chest was moving up and down with a rhythm that entranced Y/n.

“Did you have fun with your little friend?” Matty snapped at her.

Y/n felt a little intimidated by him talking down at her, but her cunt thought otherwise. It wasn’t usual for him to bring this territorial side of him, usually it was a teasing remark and his proud self talking about another man wanting to have her, but he was all his. Rarely Matty let his possessive self took over. Y/n couldn’t lie, she was excited. 

She decided to play it dumb, “What are you talking about?” her Bambi eyes connecting with his. 

Y/n tried to touch him, even though Matty took a grasp of her wrist and, after one look to make sure no one was close, he pushed her towards the closest wall, pressing his body to hers. 

“No with me, sweetheart. You can act all innocent with the asshole out there, but…I know you, baby girl.” he whispered, without taking his eyes from hers.

“I wasn’t-”

“Oh, no…you weren’t doing anything. You didn’t stop him, either.” Matty pushed his chest an inch closer, feeling her nipples hard like diamonds through the fabric of his shirt and the lace on top of her perfect tits. “He was touching you…” Matty copied Edward’s actions, touching down the skin of her arms –still pinned to the wall at each side of her head–; while his nose brushed against hers and his lips lingered above Y/n’s lips, feeling his breading fanning over them.

“Matty.” Y/n breathed out, trying to push her body off the wall, even though she had little space between it and Matty’s chest. 

Matty pushed once more, “He was touching you, Y/n. And you didn’t stop him.” he said directly into her ear. 

The warmth he was irradiating was driving her senses insane. The mix of it with his cologne and the faint smell of his favourite brand of cigarettes wasn’t helping to ease her feeling either.

“Did you enjoy it?” Matty asked. Y/n opened her eyes again, trying to find his. 

“What?” 

“Did you enjoy him touching you?” he repeated through clenched teeth, searching any sign inside her delated pupils. 

“No, Matty- No, of course not.” Y/n pushed her arms away from his embrace, going to round his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. “You’re the only one I want, baby.”

“Am I? Because you looked really happy laughing with your secret admirer.” his voice dripping with poison.

“Are you jealous of him, Healy?” Y/n teased him to riled him up a little more, her hands sneaking around the back of his head, tugging on his curls. Matty moaned directly into her mouth, and Y/n never felt prouder of herself. “I am yours, Matty.” she declared, moving the left strap of her dress down until he could see her nipple. Matty’s mouth watering to the sight, and his mind focusing on her, nothing more.

“Fuck.” Matty muttered, resting his open palm on her left breast. “All mine?”

“Mhm, all.” Y/n threw her head back, trying to stay quiet, feeling his rough palm making circles on top of her skin. 

A loud sound, louder than the music making the walls around the venue vibrate, startled them. Matty quickly pushed her clothes all the way back up before someone could see his girlfriend just a tad naked. 

Charli showed up at the end of the hall. She cackled when she stopped a few meters away from them. 

“Well, well, well…hello guys, happy to see you’re enjoying my birthday party.” Charli was visibly drunk, almost tripping over her own feet. 

Y/n went to help her, “Okay, you need water, birthday girl.”

Matty groaned, realizing he wouldn’t be able to have his girlfriend just for himself at the moment. Y/n mimed a “sorry, later” walking far from him. The singer wasn’t going to stand alone, so he trailed down behind them.

“Poor, Matty…he wanted to get some.” Charli laughed about her words alone.

Y/n giggled, saying, “Let’s find G.”

“Yes! Please.” 

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Y/n ended up loosing Matty. It was getting really late, and the craving wasn’t going away. After leaving Charli secured by G’s side, she tried to look after her man. Seeing what time it was, just a few groups lingered around the place, making it easier for Y/n to search. 

Matty was indeed a few meters far from her, talking with Adam, Carly, Ross, and a blond girl. Her heart dropped to her belly when she saw her twist her hair, looking at her boyfriend with suggestive eyes, biting her lip. ‘Oh, no’, Y/n feeling her blood boil. 

“Baby.” she said, standing between the girl and her man. 

“Hello, I’ve lost you.” Matty rounded her body, kissing the top of her head. The solo act made Y/n felt complete again.

“I’m ready to go home.” 

Matty understood every meaning behind her simple words. He was ready too.

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

After a quick goodbye to the group, not acknowledging the girl looking at them stunned, Y/n pulled Matty by his hand out of the venue. She was moving fast like never before.

“Hey, hey.” Matty pulled back, stopping. 

Y/n turned around to look at him with a puzzled look. “What?”

“Baby…” Matty chuckled.

“I want to get home.” Y/n accentuated every syllable.

“I know, I do too. What’s going on up here?” Matty tapped slowly on her forehead, looking at Y/n feeling his heart full.

“You, fucking me.” Matty took a sharp breath, trying to control himself. He knew her better than anyone. 

“Y/n.” he said in a warning tone.

“Who was the bitch?”

“Are you jealous, Y/l/n?” he asked, mimicking her question about Edward. 

“Whatever.” 

Y/n let go of his hand, making him feel cold all of a sudden. She started walking away, typing into the screen of her phone to get a car that could drive them home. Matty trotted to reach her. 

“My love.” he whispered into the back of her neck. Y/n wanted to prevent the quivering taking over her limbs, although it was hard to stop it when Matty was the cause of it. “He was Ross’s date.”

“Well, she was trying to fuck you. Ross deserves better.” he snorted, loving this side of her.

“I like it when you get territorial over me.” he left a chaste kiss on her shoulder, watching a car approach them.

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Home sweet home

During all the way home, Matty didn’t try anything. Y/n moved on the seat beside Matty, feeling his hot hand resting on her knee, but doing nothing she wanted him to actually do. She was aware he noticed her little sounds protesting, trying to gain his attention, although Matty maintained the composure until the front door closed down with a big sound.

He was all over her when her feet were out of the high heels, the insufferable dress laughing at his eagerness. Without a word, Matty took Y/n by her hips, moving her backwards until her back was against the wall of the corridor. 

His eyes following hers glanced down at his lips, wetting hers in anticipation. 

“What do you want, princess?” his voice low and raspy, sending a ray of pleasure down towards her pulsing clit. Matty’s hands keeping her still.

“You.”

“What about me?” Y/n whined as a protest, moving her head from side to side. “Come on, you can do words.” 

“Please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Matty placed his right hand on her neck, pressing slightly to distract her even more. 

“Touch me.”

“I’m touching you.” 

“Jerk.”

Matty tightened his grip around her neck, “None of that.” Y/n glanced at his orbs, with hers tearful by frustration.

“Play with my tits, Matty.”

“Anything more?”

“Touch me down there, fuck me…please, anything…I just need you.” Y/n panted and cried out, chocking with her saliva, being unable to sound collected as she wanted. 

Matty took his hands far from her neck. Without waiting a second, he pushed the dress until the upper half pooled around her hips. He looked up, lowering his face to be in front of her chest. He found her eyes when his mouth opened and then closed down around her right nipple. Y/n felt a wave of relief, of pleasure taking over her. After so many hours waiting for him, his mouth on her tits was going to make her explode in her place. Her left hand went directly to the back of his head, pushing it further into her chest. 

“More, please.” 

Her boyfriend let her nipple go with a wet sound, going to give attention to the other. His eyes closing by the pleasure of finally having his girlfriend bare before him. His lips trailed down, leaving a wet trace all around her tit, meanwhile he stopped from time to time to nibble on the soft skin. 

Matty moved a little back, taking her boobs between his big hands, squeezing them together. He was obsessed with her boobs, always and forever. 

Y/n pushed her thighs together, giving some type of attention to her clit. “Baby.” she whimpered, tugging on his curls, making Matty moaned without caring since they were home. “Oh, yes…Matty-”

He was still too entranced about her tits to listened anything else. Matty stared at them, wetting his digits, so he could draw circles around her sensible nipples. His simple act was meet by a loud moan from Y/n, feeling her insides burn. 

“You’re so hot, my love.” Matty buried his face in her boobs, not escaping the thought of his dick between them. His groaning and his compliment made Y/n arch her back with pleasure.

“And you’re so good at this.”

“Tell me what you need.” Matty said before flattening his tongue, passing it through her nipples repeatedly. 

“I need to get out of this dress.” Y/n tried to push it down her hips, Matty helped her. 

Matty took a minute to admire his girlfriend, standing at the entrance of their shared house almost naked, with the thong covering almost nothing. 

“Up. Now.” Matty wasn’t playing any more, he needed to taste her as soon as possible.

He waited until he heard Y/n entering their room and proceed to follow her. Matty skipped a couple of steps, jumping upstairs. 

When he opened the door, Y/n was resting in all her glory in the middle of their bed; all naked, finally. Matty touched his hard dick through his trousers. 

“Such a good girl you are.” he stated.

The singer moved to the feet of the bed, taking off his shirt slowly at the same time his eyes found hers. She was waiting for him, ready to welcome the singer. Matty undid the belt and opened his zip slowly. 

“Matty.”

“Quiet, dove.”

He pushed his trousers all the way down, leaving them there without caring. Matty was still wearing his boxers when he lingered above Y/n body. His fingers founding her lower lip.

“Open.” so she did. 

Matty let two of his digits inside her mouth. Y/n made a big show about sucking his digits, enjoying how his pupils grew a side due to lust. 

“Enough.” he said, taking them out. 

The tip of his fingers traced all the way down towards where she needed him most, making a stop to touch her breasts again. Instinctively, Y/n opened her legs for him when his hand pressed her hip down towards the mattress. 

Matty lowered himself enough to be face to face with her pussy. The sight in front of him made his dick twitch, and his mouth watered. He left a few kissing on the soft skin of her thigh. “Were you this wet all night?” Y/n nodded, unable to talk when his mouth was so close and so far away. “Words, Y/n.” he bit down on her skin hard. 

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Poor thing.” Matty let his mouth fell on her slit without more interactions. 

She was his favourite flavour. He sucked slightly on her clit, making her yelp and push her hips slightly up, so Matty secured her legs with his arms around them, keeping her open before him. 

Y/n was feeling faster the knot on the lower part of her belly. Matty wasn’t having mercy with her, sucking on her clit or letting his tongue penetrate her. After an entire night, hours without end, for him to touch her and find release once and for all, Y/n played at the precipice of her high. 

“Oh, fuck! I’m-”

Matty pushed back before she could end her sentence, and Y/n protested in the absence of his mouth. His stubble shinning with her juices streaming down his chin. 

He smiled at her, wicked, “Sorry, were you about to cum, baby girl?” 

“Matty!” 

Y/n tried to push him down with her hands on top of his head, although Matty was sterned about it, “Keep your hands up, Y/n.” 

“Please, let me cum.” her mind was foggy, her eyes were closing down on their own. Y/n felt her body move without being able to help it, control was beyond her now.

“Beg for it.” Matty let his middle finger circle around her clit. 

“Please.”

“I can’t hear you.”

Y/n screamed louder, “Please, Matty!!” 

“So beautiful when you beg for me.” he let two digits inside her sweet cunt, falling further until his mouth was sucking again on her throbbing clit.

Y/n felt a tingling sensation starting on her feet and hands, moving closer and closer to the middle of herself. Matty was setting a delicious tempo, driving her even more insane. Y/n’s blood pumping all around her body, at the same time she sensed her hips move, trying to match Matty’s mouth. The feeling crept all the way towards her belly, sending her finally into a trance that erupted all around her, making her see all black and stars. 

Y/n’s moans were music to his ears. Matty helped her surf her high, trusting his fingers inside her while his eyes focused on her face contract with pleasure. The pleasure he was imparting on her. 

Once she was down again, he moved to be chest to chest with her again. He brushed her wet hair back, Y/n looked at him in awe.

“Hey.” he whispered.

“Hello.”

“You alright?”

Y/n blushed a little, “more than that.”

Matty let their lips connect on a sweet kiss, still touching the side of her face to calm her down. 

“I’ll go and find a cloth to clean you up, okay?” Matty moved backwards. 

“No.” she protested. 

“Yes, baby.”

“But you…” Y/n looked down to his boxers.

“I can wait for tomorrow.”

“I want-”

Matty interrupted her, “I’m okay, I promise.”

“Matty.” Y/n insisted.

He came closer, reassuring her, “All I care is for you to be satisfied…it’s getting late, and I’ve tired you down. We have all tomorrow to continue, okay?” he gripped her neck, talking slowly to not overwhelmed her.

“I’m not happy about it, but okay. I love you.” she whispered.

“I love you so much, baby.”

Matty left a few more kisses around her face and neck, detaching himself from her body to walk out of the room. 

To be continue...

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The Witch and Her Human

Zandik/Dottore x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: modern au, witch!reader, he's a little bit pathetic but in a rly cute way 🥺

Autumn Event

Wordcount: 450-500

He was quite adorable, always cooped up in his lab and conducting experiment after experiment. You greatly enjoyed sitting on the windowsill – it was quite a broad one and you had lined it with soft pillows and blankets - sipping at a hot drink and watching him work for a while.

It kind of reminded you of your own work, mixing together different substances. Though his reasoning was often slightly less…let´s say morally upright.

The lab coat contrasted quite nicely with the blueish hue of his hair and his red eyes seemed even more piercing next to his pale skin. Zandik, truly, seemed an icon of myths.

“What are you researching today, my love?” you hummed, setting down your cup.

He didn´t answer immediately, watching with rapt attention as the liquid he was working on started bubbling over the Bunsen burner.

“I am currently trying to figure out the properties of those God remains you found.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh.” You started giggling. “Are you trying to attain Godhood, baby?” you said, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from cooing at him.

He scrunched his nose, looking up to meet your gaze.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Hiding a smile with your hand, you stood up and walked towards him. Gently, your hand took his and made him put down the vial of liquid, before slotting your body between his and the table.

“I am simply very, very in love with you, Zandik,” you murmured. He blushed as you kissed his cheek.

“I am working, you know,” he mumbled, and you hummed, but his hands found your waist to draw you flush against his body regardless. A breathy chuckle escaped you and you looked up at him. Only a moment later his lips were on yours.

“You know, working with Gods is not uncommon for the Equinox, buuut-“ you paused to peck his lips again, “I have a feeling you´re taking that a little bit too literally, my love. Maybe we should spend the day cooking instead? Perhaps we could even go out for a picnic? The weather is so nice still, we should savour it.”

His eyes were lidded as he gazed at you.

“C´mon, baby.” The slight whine in your voice made him snort and he leaned down again to capture your lips in a messy kiss. He groaned when your hands cupped his cheeks and you deepened the kiss, his shoulders relaxing immediately.

When you pulled back, his pale skin was fully flushed and soft pants were leaving his mouth. You smiled softly at him, fingers brushing against his skin.

“And?”

He only let out a quiet grunt, before diving back into a kiss, holding you even closer against him, his work forgotten for the moment.

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Recently I read Transformers: Skybound FINALLy!!! it was fantastic, cant wait for the next issue

Highly recommend reading it tho, its a greattt comic and has super awesome art

Spoilers incoming ofc

Everyone's already talked about this but wow Optimus is portrayed so well!!! I love the dialogue when he describes Cybertron. Also love the pink backgrounds i some panels!! Anyway the interaction with him and Spike feels good and authentic. nice

The fight scenes. SO good to me, I think the art is super dynamic and the way the sound effects are written give great impact. The artist knew what they were doing for sure. I love how they use the comic media to its fullest. With those different shaped slanted box panels, and the smear lines when somethings moving fast idk

I also looove the shading in these comics!! and the linework like on their faces really helps the atmosphere. once again i love the sound effects (especially that big TONG) when starscream gets hit lol it just looks like all the fonts were designed or drawn by the artists yk?? and the variety of camera angles throughout is cool too.

Also love the relationship between optimus and the humans. It feels... better than how other transformers media has handled it (imo). I think its sweet

again great comic art the lighting.. the EVERYTHING idk i just admire this artist a lot (i think his name is daniel warren johnson, although it switches to Jorge Corona later) one thing i love in particular is how the lines are like... a little messy and sometimes a little all over the place-to depict their wear and grime. cool!

Next. Cant talk about skybound without talkingabout THE DECEPTICONS. oh my god. starscream is a spawn of hell. what a bitch. like actually he might be at his worst here hes so diabolical. Anyway even though hes very evil hes still enjoyable to watch because its just idk pure villain. Soundwaves care for his cassettes is sweet as usual. PUNTING Ravage is crazy. cannibalizing Skywarp is crazy. FGELP IDEK WHAT TO SAY except i like the art a lot here as usual its great very comic-y again. SOundwave stays a favorite character.

THIS is an iconic and great moment of skybound, i love it, i lvoe that optimus is willing to use this cannon to further the battle yk also looks badass

Gotta say these are two of my favorite pages throughout the whole series. Love the color and camera angles.

I know starscreams the big bad villain or whatever (for now) but he still makes me laugh

These panels... THE YELLOW BACKGROUND. THE LOUD SOUND EFFECTS. THE POSE. THE "YOU KNOW THE SONG" perfect. 10/10 for me. the artist has got the touch. (theyre referencing The Touch right?)

These three phenomenal moments with devastator. the art.... its just too cool. very dynamic. i like starscream getting squished. Once again the fight scene art DELIVERS.

This too. I love how soundwaves punches feel really weighted. also YAY starscreams getting the beating he deserved

....remember that PUNT to ravage earlier? welp. bye starscream. Things only get worse for the autobots here tho.... because with soundwave as leader the decepticons can actually function and be more deadly....

...when i saw this i knew we were fucked. we are fucked. wave and wave partnership? optimus is screwed. AND MEGATRON HASNT EVEN BEEN ADDED TO THE MIX YET. oh god.

The newest chapter has some gorgeous panels. plus beachcomber!

Local deadly robot scientist discovers whales and the beauty of earth. Big fan of transformers discovering earth stuff.

GUYS. ultra magnus!! hes one of my favorite transformers im so glad hes in this series.....i wish he was in better shape because-WE ARE SUPER FUCKED RATCHETS DEAD. no medic-HOW IS ANYONE GONNA GET REPAIRED.

ok fr what are we gonna do

poor wheeljack.

anyway the issue ends with shockwaves insane evil plan to bring cybertron to earth working so idk whats gonna happen next but im excited to see more.

also jazz this whole comic has been really cool, hes always helpful btu then he like gets beat up or captured but HES ALWAYS POSITIVE and he only speaks in music puns too. ONLY.

ultra magnus save us... idk bro we need a miracle... maybe jetfire will be useful again soon, maybe beachcomber will come in clutch. maybe new autobots will join. if yes, i hope we see springer again hes cool

anyway yes ik i barely talked about any faults of the comic, im trying to be super open and see it with like no bias or comparing it to other comics and stuff. personally i like it a lot. the humans arent even dislikable imo. the characters are nice. one thing is that MAN a lot of characters are dying. kinda sad. no ratchet is crazy. also when will megatron awaken? and how?

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Recreating the Indie Sleaze House Party Vibe for the Ultimate Nostalgia Night!

Hey, babe! 🌸 Have you been feeling a little nostalgic lately? Because same. There’s something about the vibe of those iconic indie sleaze house parties that just hits different, right? From the chaotic energy to the effortless style, and of course, the music that had us dancing like no one was watching – it was a whole mood. So, what do you say we bring that magic back for one night? I’m talking about a full-on Nostalgia Night where we recreate the ultimate indie sleaze house party vibe, complete with all the nostalgic hits. Ready to dive into the time machine? Let’s go! 🎧✨

What Was Indie Sleaze All About? 🌟

Before we start planning the perfect party, let’s take a moment to reminisce about what made indie sleaze so iconic. Picture it: the mid-to-late 2000s, when house parties were grungy, glamorous, and just the right amount of chaotic. Think Polaroid pictures, messy hair, and outfits that looked effortlessly thrown together (but you secretly spent hours perfecting). It was all about not trying too hard while still looking like the coolest person in the room. And the music? Absolute bangers that made you want to dance until the sun came up.

Step 1: Setting the Scene 🕯️

First things first – we’ve got to nail the vibe. Indie sleaze was all about that gritty, yet oddly cozy atmosphere. Here’s how to set the scene:

1. Low Lighting and Neon Signs 💡

Forget bright overhead lights – we’re going for mood here. Use string lights, candles, or even some neon signs to create a dim, inviting space. Bonus points if you can find a retro “open” sign or something equally as cool to hang up.

2. Mismatched Furniture and Vintage Finds 🛋️

Part of the indie sleaze charm was that nothing matched – and that was the point. Mix and match your furniture, throw some vintage blankets over the couches, and add a few old-school posters to the walls. The more eclectic, the better.

3. Polaroids Everywhere 📸

Polaroid cameras were practically the symbol of the indie sleaze era. Hang up a string of Polaroid photos from past parties or create a DIY photo booth with a Polaroid camera for guests to snap their own pics throughout the night. Instant memories = instant vibes.

Step 2: The Perfect Indie Sleaze Playlist 🎶

The music was the heartbeat of any indie sleaze party, so we’ve got to get the playlist just right. Here are the nostalgic hits that will transport you straight back to the good ol’ days:

1. “Kids” by MGMT 👶

An absolute must. This song was the anthem of every indie sleaze party, and the moment that iconic synth line kicks in, everyone’s going to lose it.

2. “Electric Feel” by MGMT ⚡

Yes, another MGMT track, because no indie sleaze playlist is complete without it. The groovy beats and psychedelic vibes are perfect for getting everyone on the dance floor.

3. “Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs 🎧

This track is pure energy. It’s impossible not to dance when this song comes on, and it’s a certified indie sleaze classic.

4. “Paper Planes” by M.I.A. 💸

Catchy, rebellious, and oh-so-iconic. This track is all about that indie edge, and the beat drop? Legendary.

5. “Lisztomania” by Phoenix 🔥

An instant mood-lifter. This song’s upbeat tempo and catchy chorus make it a playlist essential. It’s all about those carefree, summer-night vibes.

6. “1901” by Phoenix 🇫🇷

Another Phoenix track because, let’s be real, they were the soundtrack of the indie sleaze era. The guitar riffs, the vibe – everything about this song screams nostalgia.

7. “Dance Yrself Clean” by LCD Soundsystem 🕺

If you’re going for a late-night, almost euphoric dance vibe, this is the track to put on. The build-up is everything, and when the beat finally drops, it’s like a whole new level of party.

8. “Fluorescent Adolescent” by Arctic Monkeys 🌆

This song is the perfect mix of cheeky and cool, capturing that effortless indie sleaze vibe. It’s great for singing along at the top of your lungs.

9. “Time to Pretend” by MGMT (yes, again!) ⏳

Because let’s face it, MGMT dominated the indie sleaze scene, and this track is all about living in the moment – exactly what we’re going for.

Step 3: The Outfits – Effortlessly Cool 👗

Now that we’ve got the scene and the music covered, let’s talk outfits. The key to indie sleaze fashion is looking like you just threw something together and still managed to be the coolest person in the room. Here’s how to nail the look:

1. Vintage Band Tees 🎸

Nothing says indie like a worn-out band tee. Bonus points if it’s a band that no one’s ever heard of. Pair it with ripped skinny jeans or a mini skirt, and you’re golden.

2. Layer It Up 🧥

Layers were everything in the indie sleaze days. Think flannels over tees, leather jackets over dresses, or cardigans draped over anything. The more mismatched, the better.

3. Grungy Hair and Makeup 💄

Messy hair is a must – think loose waves, undone updos, or just letting it do its thing. For makeup, go for smudgy eyeliner, a bold lip, and don’t be afraid to add a bit of glitter. It’s all about that “I just rolled out of bed and still look amazing” vibe.

4. Statement Accessories 🕶️

Whether it’s oversized sunglasses, chunky jewelry, or a fedora (yes, fedoras were a thing), accessories are key to pulling the whole look together. Go big or go home!

Step 4: The Drinks – Keep It Classic 🍻

No indie sleaze party is complete without some classic, no-fuss drinks. Here’s what to have on hand:

1. Cheap Beer 🍺

It doesn’t have to be fancy – indie sleaze was all about keeping it real. Stock up on your favorite cheap beer, and you’re good to go.

2. Vodka Cranberry 🍒

Simple, tasty, and easy to make. Plus, it’s got that throwback vibe we’re all about.

3. Whiskey on the Rocks 🥃

For the indie purists. It’s strong, straightforward, and adds a bit of edge to the party.

Final Thoughts, Babe: Let’s Make This Nostalgia Night One to Remember!

So there you have it – everything you need to recreate the ultimate indie sleaze house party vibe. From setting the scene and curating the perfect playlist, to nailing your outfit and stocking up on drinks, this is going to be a night that takes you straight back to the golden days of grunge glamour and effortlessly cool chaos.

Whether you’re planning this for your crew or just want to relive the nostalgia on your own, the key is to have fun, let loose, and embrace the carefree spirit of the indie sleaze era. It’s not about perfection – it’s about the memories, the music, and the moments that make you feel alive.

Are you ready to host the ultimate Nostalgia Night, or do you have some indie sleaze memories you’re dying to share? Let’s chat in the comments – I’m all ears, babe! 💕

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