#and im gonna be answering most of the asks that piled up help

[osachiyo]

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[mattsnight]

Help - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: in which Matt helps y/n release her stress

Warnings: unprotected sex (always do it safe!!), oral (female!receiving), stress, anxiety, cursing, use of y/n.

A/N: ANOTHER KINKTOBER FIC! also make sure you check out my other kinktober fics

Not proofread

You’ve been working all day and you were so tired. You just wanted to get away from your laptop and watch a movie with your boyfriend. But that simply wasn’t possible, because you had to finish this presentation by tomorrow. It was making you sick. The uneasy feeling of having to do a full presentation for 10 people. I mean, you’ve done it before, but this one was so much more important.

Matt on the other hand, didn’t really do much today. He was cleaning up a bit and just hung out with his brothers to give you some space alone. The only thing that bothered him all day was your health. He cared for you so deeply and hated seeing you all stressed over work. He hated that he couldn’t do anything about it.

You get another phone call. An irritated groan leaves your mouth before you answer it. It’s your colleague Anna. She asks you if you can do her a favor and before you can say anything she interrupts. This is what you hated the most about having to deal with others at work. “I need to do this report, but im on vacation so you can take over, right?” Anna asks. She always tries to put her work onto your big pile of stuff. You couldn’t take it all and she seemed to forget about that.

Matt gently opens the door, noticing your stressful state and decides to help you. He makes his way over to you. Your head shoots up at him. You point to your phone to let him know you’re on a call, but he doesn’t seem to care. He drops down to his knees in front of you, caressing your thighs with his fingers before replacing it with kisses. A soft gasp leaves your mouth. You quickly put your hand over your mouth to hide the noises.

Matt pulls your shorts down. Soon enough after that he pulls your panties to the side. His long middle finger moves against your already wet folds, you can’t help but bite your lip. Anna keeps talking but at this point you cannot focus on her.

“So yeah, you’ll do it right?” She asks.

“A-Anna im too busy.. s-sorry…” you replied as your mouth falls open in satisfaction of Matt’s finger against your sensitive bud. Anna is most likely confused about your reply. You cut her off by hanging up, throwing your phone to the side before looking down at Matt. His fingers are now teasing your hole and his mouth is blowing smoke against your clit. A whimper escapes your lips as you pull him closer by gripping his hair. He gives in. His tongue now swirling against your clit while his fingers are pushed deep inside of you. You can’t help but moan at the pleasure you’re getting from this.

Matt doesn’t keep you on edge for long, his movements speeding up as he feels you clench around him. “Fuck Matt! Im gonna cum.” You cry out as your back arches itself. A loud gasp leaves your mouth as a wave of pleasure washes over you.

“Jus’ came all over m’fuckin’ face, doll.” He smirks up at you, putting his fingers into your mouth. “Suck on em.” You do as he says, sucking gently on his fingers, tasting yourself. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a satisfied grin on his face. He feels himself getting harder within milliseconds. It’s getting extremely uncomfortable, so he pulls himself out. Your mouth falls open at how hard he is. You’ve seen him naked before. It was great and all, but he was never THIS hard. His strong arms pick you up and gently put you down on the bed. He lines himself up at your entrance before pushing in.

“Such a good girl.” He says, pulling your shirt up, revealing your beautiful round tits. He gives them a light squeeze. His cock is now deep inside of you. His movements are getting quick. The both of you are moaning and groaning at the feeling, lost in the pleasure.

Matt lets go first, cumming deep inside of you. You come after that, your cum all over his cock. He pulls himself out carefully before falling down on the bed next to you. “That was fucking amazing.” He pants as his hands trail over your stomach. “You less stressed now?” He asks. You nod, feeling anything but stressed out right now.

He could do something about it after all.

EEE I LOVE THIS!! TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS BTWW😯

[daisymbin]

hii! can you please do fluff prompt 4 with vernon? tysmm

of course!! 🤍

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fluff prompt #4: "stop stealing my food."

it was another quiet evening at home, and hansol had decided to get burgers and fries for dinner. he’d been craving it all day, so naturally, he ordered extra, knowing full well that you always ended up snacking on his food. but that wasn’t the only reason he ordered double.

when he asked, for the fourth time, if you wanted anything, you gave him the same answer as always. “nah, i’m good,” you said, barely looking up from the book you were reading. he didn’t buy it for a second.

“are you sure? i can get extra fries,” he said, trying to tempt you, but you just shook your head.

“really, i’m not hungry. i had a late lunch, i’ll be fine,” you assured him, and hansol chuckled to himself, already you wouldnt be able to resist the food.

the moment you’d turned down his offer, he’d quickly placed the order with double everything: two large burgers, two portions of fries, 1 extra large cups of milkshake. he had even convinced himself that it was a good idea to get extra fries, just in case. it wasn’t like you’d admit you were hungry anyway once you realised you were wrong, so he would just make sure there was enough for both of you. besides, he had a sneaky little trick up his sleeve.

when the food arrived, hansol made a big show of being completely shocked by the amount of food. he carried the bags into the living room, acting surprised. “woah, uh... they gave me way too much,” he said, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. you looked up from your book, eyes widening at the sight of two burgers and a mountain of fries.

he pretended to frown, then pulled his phone out and began dialing. “hey, i just got my order... yeah, i think you made a mistake, theres way too much food. oh? the burgers and fries are 1 for 1 right now? i didn’t know that... huh, wow, okay. yeah, i’ll take care of it. thanks.”

he “hung up” the phone and turned back to you with a sigh, pretending to be defeated. “well... looks like i have to eat everything,” he said, trying (and failing) to keep the grin from spreading across his face.

he dug into the first burger, taking exaggerated bites as he pretended to be totally overwhelmed by the amount of food. after finishing the burger, he moved onto the fries, taking slow, agonizing bites, letting the pile of fries grow higher as he left half of it untouched.

with a dramatic sigh, he glanced at you and said, “ugh, i really can’t finish another burger. it’s just too much, you know?” then, with the most pitiful look, he added, “please... help me finish it, or it’s just gonna go to waste.”

you sighed and put your book down. “fine, i’ll help,” you said, trying to act like you were reluctantly agreeing when, deep down, you were practically salivating. you’d been starving the minute the smell of burgers and fries hit your nostrils, but you’d never admit it to hansol.

you grabbed the second burger and bit into it, enjoying the taste of the juicy patty, and quickly finished off a few fries. hansol had his eyes trained on you as you finally ate, a satisfied look on his face.

but then, in true hansol fashion, he slyly reached over and grabbed a handful of fries from your side of the plate.

you gave him a look. “hey!” you said, trying to pull the fries away, but hansol only chuckled and held onto them. “stop stealing my food!” he said, his voice playful but firm.

you raised an eyebrow, about to retort, but then you stopped and glanced at him with a teasing smile. “aren’t you the one who asked for help?” you said, feigning innocence.

hansol grinned. “you’re right,” he admitted, “but i didn’t say anything about stealing my fries.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped. "im just kidding," hansol says as you watch him pick up more fries, "eat, baby."

you leaned over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you snuck one more fry. “fine, fine,” you said. “i’ll eat, but only because you’re cute and begging me to help you.”

hansol’s face softened as he let out a small laugh, his eyes twinkling with affection as he looked at you. “me? begging?? yes, I am," he teased, reaching over to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

you smiled against his lips. “you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d never help you finish your meal.”

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hiiiii may I request a very obvious and everyone knows it— a simp, pining, very much in love cale? With a dense reader who doesn’t realize they’re making him flustered- dense and oblivious? :>>

Thats all u can choose how u want to write it :))

Oh, ur works are so gooooodd btw :DD

LETS GO BABE !!! AND THANK YOU 🥺🥺💗

im gonna make this short as hell because i need sleep and it's three in the morning. im loopy as hell and couldnt think of how cale as a character would simp and this is the best i could do, im sorry ���

Alver was a bit elated, to be honest.

After the war, things finally settled down and the lives of the citizens of the Roan Kingdom settled back to normal, or perhaps even better than before.

The talk of heroes was still a warm topic amongst the nobles and commoners, especially about Cale Henituse, the most praised hero of the continent.

Despite the heavy nickname he carries, Cale Henituse continued to be himself — not that Alver was surprised — and still became that bastard guy that Alver trusts.

Cale was chosen to handle the matters a Prime Minister would handle, gaining the position as the proxy of the Prime Minister — a position that was still vacant, of course reserved for Cale himself. But if the man himself knew of it, he'd immediately run away so Alver declared him to just be a proxy to keep the man by his side with the reason that he hasn't found someone fitting for the position yet.

Of course, Cale wasn't given as much as work as an actual Prime Minister are usually given. Alver was kind to his dongsaeng, so he would make sure Cale still has enough rest to slack off for awhile.

During those times, Cale would rarely come by to visit the Royal Palace, which was absolutely understandable. Alver himself would not want to visit his workplace if he's given a day off if he wasn't the Emperor and practically living in his workplace where a political dispute is always happening.

'He's been visiting often, hasn't he?'

Alver glanced up from his paperwork to his dongsaeng who wss reclining on the couch of his study, just sitting there and munching on cookies, this time without Raon.

"Cale..." Alver sets his fountain pen down, looking at Cale with a slight frown on his handsome face. "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course not, Your Highness," Cale answered quickly. "Nothing is wrong."

Alver pursed his lips into a thin line, not believing Cale once a bit because he knows his dongsaeng and while it is probably not something particularly serious from how lax Cale was, Alver was sure it was still something that bothers the redhead.

Alver hummed, taking another sheet of paper from the piles that were on his desk. "Then, is there a reason why you're here?"

"Can I not spend time with my Hyung-nim?" Cale asked with a raised eyebrow as if he was completely serious - Alver knows that he's not because why would Cale be here and spend time with him when he had been whining the other day about how looking at Alver's face was enough to remind him of the stress of work?

Alver shook his head, deciding to just accept Cale Henituse being contradictory as usual. He wonders why he's still so confused when he should know best that Cale Henituse is a walking contradiction and everything he does is confusing.

"Well, if you're staying here, might as well know that Dame [Name] is going to be here again for a private audience."

"From the [Last Name] Household?" Cale questioned and Alver let out a chuckle, "Is there any other one?"

You were a lady from the [Last Name] household, the head family being your single mother, Baroness Charlotte and you were the eldest one out of the three daughters the baroness had. People had originally thought the daughters were going to get married off to older noblemen who were willing to pay off their dowry but due to the Baroness' competence and your clever mind, your sisters have been pried away from the clutches of older noblemen as you were both enough to help your sisters to live.

Your household was compassionate towards orphans and the poor even before the war, providing food and shelter to the ones who needed them. This gives your family very good support from the commoners and loved ones, always being helped by the commoners with the little things. Your family had been very neutral when it comes to siding with the Princes as you all only focused on yourselves and those who are in need.

During the war, Alver had you and not your mother be in charge of sending out help to those who are in need, citizens of the Roan kingdom or not, and to make sure everyone is safe. Due to seeing his thoughtfulness, your family eventually sided with Alver. You had been exceptional in carrying out your duties and earned quite the fame for being the representative of the warm and generous Roan Kingdom, so when you returned, the title Dame was given to you for your services.

Cale would know that, not only because you were an important figure in what would be Roan Kingdom's history regarding politics and international affairs, but you had always coincidentally been wherever he was during the last few years so your title was given pretty quickly and earned much more respect from the nobles.

"Right..." Cale turns away from Alver.

Alver let the conversation to sink into his brain. Why did he have to say that to Cale? The man has been present every time you had to have a private audience with Alver, which had been a frequent event because you were building an establishment to house the homeless.

A knock was heard from the other side of the door of Alver's study.

"Come in."

You stepped into the office, dressed as formally as usual with a white shirt with ruffles and a long, fitted red skirt that flares around your lower calves. There was a folder clutched close to your chest, most likely the cause of your presence here.

"Oh!" You sound elated when you saw Cale in Alver's study but then turned back to look at Alver. "Your Highness, I didn't know you were expecting a guest."

"Dame [Name]," Alver greeted you with a relieved smile. "Please tell me you've brought me good news regarding that housing property case."

Cale stood up from the couch, approaching Alver's desk as well, curious about what good news you were bringing that you were smiling so brightly.

"Of course," you say, closing the door behind you and approaching Alver's desk. "The verdict's out -- the housing property is still within its area and not Viscount Chers'. We sued Viscount Chers for destroying some of the building he claimed to have entered his estate and won, so he has to pay for the cost, damages, and also interest."

Cale has heard of the case before. Viscount Chers had thought the housing property was being built on his land and had ordered his guards to destroy some of the building. With you supervising the project, you immediately sued Viscount Chers for his actions.

"Dame [Name], have I ever told you that I love you?" Alver smiled at you as he received the folder in your hand.

Cale jolted a bit upon hearing Alver's words and glanced at you, seeing your smile as you spoke, "Flattery gets you nowhere, Your Highness."

Alver sighed. "Shame."

Cale wanted to ask since when were you and Alver gotten close enough to be joking around like that. Of course you had been close to the two of them, but it seemed you have gotten more familiar with Alver. Just in time, Alver caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow, confused why Cale looked like he had a lot on his mind.

"How's your family, Dame [Name]?"

"Oh, my, thank you for asking." You cupped your cheek and closed your eyes as you continued, "My mother is well, but my sisters have been going out to parties more than ever. I think they're starting to have people they fancy."

Cale tilted his head, interested. "You seem relaxed about that."

"It's a part of being young," you told him. "Besides, I'm so busy to the point I can't really keep them safe forever. It's like having kids of your own, I guess. What about you, Cale-nim? What would you do with your own kids?"

Cale let his mouth speak before thinking properly, stumbling out his words. "I guess if we have kids -- wait, no, I mean, I already have kids, like Raon, Ohn, and Hong."

Alver watched this with a raised eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming on his lips as he watched his sworn brother trip over his own words and overexplain things. 'Is this why he had been in my office for the last few days?'

"I'm not the type to restrict them too much from experiencing life," Cale told you. "I don't want to be someone they grew to hate because I held them back from living their lives."

You smiled softly at him and Cale grinned, patting himselfon the back for his answer. "That's actually a very good insight for parenting. I might need to remember it once I have kids of my own."

"Aw, look at you both, talking about kids," Alver teased, the shit-eating grin on his face made the alarms in Cale's head come to life.

He caught on.

"Speaking of, Dame [Name], I heard you've been getting many letters regarding marriage," Alver brought up the rumor he had picked up a few weeks ago. He didn't think that such a rumor would end up being something so useful.

"Marriage?" Cale asked, his whole body going tense.

Your cheeks are tinted red as you laughed away Alver's words. "Oh, please, all of them are only sent because they heard you were handing me one of your major projects for developing the kingdom. I'm not dumb enough to see they're simply trying to get to you and Cale-nim."

"You should tell them that you're with my sworn brother so they won't bother you," Alver said, wasting no time to immediately struck that nerve.

You laughed again. "Oh, no, I don't want Cale-nim to get entangled in weird rumors."

"I don't mind."

Cale's cheeks are red when he said that and he wanted to hide from you when you and Alver turned to look at him. He cleared his throat and continued, stuttering a bit when he spoke; "I-I mean, just use my name if they caused you trouble. I don't mind."

"Oh, my, thank you so much, Cale-nim!" You grasped his hand with both hands, the smile on your face so bright that Cale's face immediately darkened with so much blood rushing to his face.

"I might overuse it so much that no one will dare to get close to me," you say, letting go of his hands.

'Oh, please do overuse it,' thought Cale.

"I think that's what my sworn brother would like," Alver added with a grin.

Cale wanted to kick Alver in the shin.

"Do you hate the idea of me with another man that much, Cale-nim?" You asked with a playful grin.

Cale opened his mouth to defend himself but no sound came out when he saw your smile and the red flush of your skin. He closed his mouth and decided to just stand there like an idiot.

"I don't think another man could live up to my standards considering I have been spending so much time with the both of you," you continued shyly. "Perhaps I should linger with the others lest my mother will complain about my being single."

"Or you could just keep spending time with us," Cale prompted, shrugging his shoulders to appear nonchalant. "There's no harm in that. Keep all of the bugging men away."

He doesn't miss the raised blond eyebrow Alver was giving him while you weren't looking.

"Perhaps," you murmured, beginning to walk towards the door. "Talking with the both of you is wonderful but I do have to rush to handle these paperwork."

"What time do you get off work?" Cale questioned quickly.

You stopped, turning to look at the red-head. "Around four. Planning on taking me home and meeting my mother, Cale-nim?"

"She loves the cakes from that dessert shop, right?"

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yes, Cale-nim. The strawberry shortcakes are her favorite."

Cale nodded. "Noted."

You bowed to the both of them, excusing yourself out and leaving the two brothers inside the study.

Cale let out a sigh. "Well, I'll be leaving—"

Alver grabbed a discarded paper and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it at Cale who frowns. "What?"

"I cannot believe you came here just so you could ask Dame [Name] on a date."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ok so, here’s what I’m thinking… feeling kinda self conscious now that summer is approaching (with revealing clothing, shorts and all that coming back into circulation, all the “beach body” talk etc) (mayhaps even more so bc Tan has THAT FREAKING BODY) and trying (and failing) to hide that from Tan. And he’s super reassuring, comforting, loving ALL THAT STUFF 😭😭😭 maybe he’s even a little angry? Bc he hates hearing that 🥺

felt this to my very insides🥲 im a trouser, jumper, long cardigan and docs kinda girl. hate summer, especially clothes wise. literally just had to buy new stuff bc nothing fits right/have nothing to wear. kinda struggled writing this in fic form, so did my thoughts instead💌

implied fem!reader, 614 words

READER SELF-CONSCIOUS WITH SUMMER CLOTHES AND WEATHER.

he notices EVERYTHING!! !! !!!!! 

so maybe it's a hot day and you're meant to be going out together for the day, maybe a nice lakeside pub lunch??

he's all ready to go, but you're still in a towel/ home tee/ pjs trying to find something to wear. so you're at that point where you're really frustrated and hot and bothered and you're throwing clothes out of your dresser/ wardrobe bc you can't find anything

you don't like anything in there, maybe the tops show too much arm and shorts show too much leg and dresses show too much stomach. maybe most of your summer clothes don't fit anymore?? and you don't have enough pieces to make multiple outfits out of and you don't like buying new ones bc you think there's no point

maybe you feel embarrassed/ intimidated to be seen with tan bc he just looks so good and you feel like the opposite

so he knocks on the door and asks how long you'll be. but you're really stressed and honestly very sad, so you're just sat in a pile of clothes on the floor, so you don't answer. he knocks again and opens the door a tad to peek through

he's all like "you okay? what's the matter?" bc idk maybe you have your head in your hands

and maybe you say "I don't want to go out" bc the thought of wearing something you hate is VERY deterring

he comes in and crouches beside you and says "why's that?" he's being super patient and reassuring in the way he speaks, and keeping his eyes on you, all that sorta thing. not being pushy, just being patient and warming

"I have nothing to wear"

and he's looking around all the clothes like wtf you on about? but he doesn't say that. so he just waits for you to finish

so you wait a minute and say "I hate all my clothes"

and bc he doesn't quite understand, he picks up a dress from the floor and says "this is a pretty one. you'll look good in that"

and you're like "no, I hate that one. don't like my arms in it"

and he moves on to pick another dress up and then his brain processes what you said and he's neck whips to face you and he's like "what do you mean?" and he's literally at a loss for words bc he has no idea why you would say that about yourself

and then you shrug and go "I don't know"

maybe now he's finally catching on to what you mean by you have no clothes. he's learnt that 'have no clothes' doesn't mean what it sounds like, but instead something different

and he asks if that's why you don't want to go out etc etc. and bc he's a good bf he says how you can cancel, but will have to rearrange. so he's being supportive in the now (by not having to go out) and in the future (by helping you out of your comfort zone)

he's frankly a little upset that you think so little of yourself, and doesn't understand what you see and how it can be so different to him

he says how he wants to get you a new wardrobe and it's his treat. giving you his card to get pieces you want to wear. it's gonna be a hot couple of months and he doesn't want you feeling shit about yourself

he wants you to get things you'll wear and feel good in. anything you don't like can be returned and if you have no luck finding stuff, move on to another shop

[ughgoaway]

Yes so many constant teacher reader thoughts! What about early dating when she's had a really hard week at school, maybe she's been staying behind for parents night or something and is absolutely exhausted. She's not replying to Matty as much or just giving him short ideas and him being Matty starts to worry that she's having second thoughts about their relationship

Omg people having thoughts about my au is so cool… and this is such a good thought. 

You and Matty have only recently started dating, maybe a month and a bit? And matty thinks it's been going perfectly, but he can't help but feel insecure about the relationship. He is so madly in love with you and has been for so long. He can't help but be nervous he's going to lose you. And he can't bear the thought because he's only just managed to get you. 

You reassure him when he asks that you want to be with him, that you were also pining over him for months, and that this is exactly what you wanted that whole time.

And Matty believes you, for the most part. But there's always that sneaking thought of “what if”. What if she hates me? What if she regrets this relationship? What if she thinks im wrong for her? What if this is all wrong?

////

it's been a stressful week at work. You have parent evening at the end of the week, which means it's lots of late nights preparing everything you're gonna say to each parent. It might seem easy to talk to parents about their kid's progress, but it's one of the worst parts of being a teacher.

It seems parents either think their child is an angel on earth or the spawn of Satan. You say one thing they can improve upon, and suddenly, a parent is jumping down your throat, “How could you? My little Amy is perfect!!” or they start scolding the child in front of you “You are useless! Why can't you just focus for 5 bloody minutes??” 

So you've been fucking exhausted all week, and you've cancelled on Matty twice. You had a date on Monday, but you saw the pile of work on your desk and messaged to reschedule for Wednesday.

Matty then didn't hear from you all of Tuesday or Wednesday, so was already nervous you were mad at him. But when you text to cancel on Wednesday? His heart fucking dropped.

You must be second-thinking this whole thing. Maybe you decided the risk to your job was too much, or maybe Matty isn't how you wanted him to be. 

But in an attempt to stop himself from spiralling too much, he texts George and details his worries. Of course, George simply calls him a twat and says “Trust me, she likes you. It's sickening being around the two of you for more than 10 minutes.”

Matty wants to tell George he and Charli are no better, but he leaves it for today and takes his friend's words at face value.

So he texts back saying it's fine and that he misses you. and each minute that passes by with no response is killing Matty slowly.

After 45 minutes of silence, you just reply “<3”, which doesn't exactly help Matty’s mental state. 

He texts you every day, and each day, your responses get shorter and shorter. Until it's Sunday, and he hasn't heard from you since Friday evening. 

It's then he decides you must be rethinking this, rethinking him. there is no reason why you would be ignoring him otherwise. And it fucking shatters him, he goes into break-up mode before any break-up even happens.

He drops Annie off at Hanns and stops at Tesco, grabbing ice cream, red wine, and tissues. He wants to feel like a girl in a shit romantic comedy, so he's gonna do just that. 

2 bottles of wine later, Matty thinks it's the perfect time to call you… despite it being 3 am. Needless to say, you don't answer. But Matty being Matty, he leaves a wine-drunk voicemail. 

“Heyyyyy y/n. It's Matty. Your boyfriend. I think… anyway, im just calling to say you can just dump me, you know? You don't have to be nice or anything. I won't turn Annie against you. But I don't think I could even if I wanted to, m’ pretty sure she likes you more than me already. But whatever… I've had a few bottles of wine and just thought I should call and tell you im fineeee. Totally fineeee. So yeah, if we’re over of whatever, you can let me know. Because im fine. Like so fine…. Okay, bye.”

And with that, he passes out on the sofa, spilling wine on his rug that he will be forced to scrub tomorrow.

///////

It's 7 a.m., and Matty's head is banging, so much so it sounds like someone is hammering on his door. Oh, wait. Someone is hammering on his door.

He stumbles off the sofa and catches a glance in the mirror, his eyes are hollowed, and heavy bags sit beneath them. Half his curls are flattened and stuck to his head, whereas the others are sticking on end like he had been electrocuted. 

“Ye-” he starts to speak as he opens the door, but you storm in talking before he can even get one word out. 

“BREAK UP WITH YOU? WHY WOULD I BREAK UP WITH YOU?” You stand in Matty’s front room with your hands on your hips. clearly, you had stormed straight over here from your flat, not even bothering to get out of your Halloween pyjamas (it is like May btw <3).

Matty rubs at his eyes and blinks a few times, “what?” he asks, coughing as he finishes because Jesus Christ, his throat feels like it's full of sandpaper. 

“...do you seriously not remember?” you shake your head at Matty with wide eyes, and he nervously shakes his head, and he swears he can almost see the steam coming out of your ears. 

“Matty. You called me at 3 in the morning telling me to dump you. Why the fuck would you think that? Why would I ever dump you?” your voice is softer now and you've come closer to Matty, and he can see any rage you might have had was never really anger.

It was fear. Pure fucking fear. 

“Oh.. that,” Matty says shyly, rubbing at his face and pulling it down. 

“Yup. that,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Okay, im so sorry about that,” Matty starts to explain, desperate to get you to understand his fucking crazy brain, “I had a few bottles of wine and my stupid anxiety took over. You hadn't really spoken to me this week, and you cancelled our date, so I convinced myself you were having second thoughts. And drunk Matty thought the best course of action was a long rambling voicemail reassuring you that you can dump me.”

You nod slowly, and Matty seemingly can't stop his word vomit, “And you can if you want to! But I really don't want you to. Like at all. Im actually kind of obsessed with you, if im honest” Matty steps closer to you and pulls you into his chest. 

Your arms remain limp at your sides for the first few seconds, and Matty wants to die. But just before he pulls away, your arms slip over his shoulders, and your fingers wind into his curls at the back of his neck.

You burrow your head in his neck, and Matty can feel you nodding, “Okay. That makes sense” he breathes a sigh of relief. Thank GOD you didn't dump him then and there. 

You snap back and look at him intensely before saying, “But just so you know, I was planning for parent's evening this whole week. That's why I was so quiet. And I would never break up with you just by ghosting you. And if im being totally honest, I would never break up with you in the first place. or ever, really."

Matty nods and can't help the smile that comes on his face, you don't want to break up with him. ever.

You snap your fingers in front of his face before he can get too happy, “Hey don't you start smiling. I’m still pissed off at you… but you are especially cute in the mornings, so I feel you’re trying to manipulate me into forgiving you... are you?”

“Well that depends, is it working?” he teases

“Maybe... Shut up.”

[crixaflamma-the-second]

Wdym by diseases?

Like, please tell me everything you want about it, I love hearing people info dumping and it seems really cool

AGJHJSKDHTSG TYSM ANON I LOVE YOU NO ONE HAS EVER REALLY GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO INFODUMP BEFORE ID FOLLOW YOU IF I KNEW WHO YOU WERE

*ahem*

anyways—

to answer the first part of your question, i just think diseases (particularly the deadlier ones) are really cool and know a lot of info about them! im not like breeding bacteria in my bedroom dw

anywho

im literally just gonna yap about the stages/symptoms of various diseases so enjoy :3 (im putting it below the cut got anyone who doesn't want a ton of disease info)

rabies (starting it off strong and deadly af) - basically, rabies has three stages. the first one is the incubation stage. this is when you actually get bitten by the animal and the virus actually enters your body. this is also the only stage where your can actually be treated for it (MASSIVE psa to immediately go to a medical professional is you are ever bitten by a wild animal, especially a predator).

stage two (which can happen days up YEARS after stage one starts depending on the severity and distance from the brain of the bite), is the stage where you the virus reaches actually reaches your brain. if you get to this stage, congratulations, you're fucked. once you start showing symptoms, there's nothing doctors can do to help and the chance of you actually surviving is microscopic. speaking of symptoms, rabies symptoms start off as just flu symptoms. headache, cough, sore throat, fever, ect.

and finally, stage three. i like to call this one the "you have three days left to live stage". this is where the stereotypical/fucking terrifying rabies symptoms appear. a ton of saliva in your mouth/foaming at the mouth, hallucinations, convulsions, aggression, and strangely enough, an extreme fear of water. then, you die. not fun.

idk why but rabies is so fascinating to me. tbh it alone takes up like 50% of the actual disease hyperfixation

onto number two!

the bubonic plauge (told you it was mostly the deadly ones) - ooh boy. where do i even start with this one. well, first off, contrary to popular belief, this bacteria actually ISN'T eradicated! you can still catch it! (it's very rare though, so don't get freaked out thinking you're gonna get the bubonic plague. it is HIGHLY unlikely you will. chill.) and even if by some unfortunate circumstances you do end up catching it, go to the doctor. then you can get so be antibiotics and be better in no time :)

now onto the symptoms!

bubonic plague symptoms are just as—if not more —terrifying as stage three rabies symptoms, which is probably why they're so well known! some good examples are headache, fever, chills, muscle aches, swollen lymphs that leak pus (aka the most well-known symptom), toes and fingers turning black, vomiting, diarrhea, ect. very not fun. and the disease progressed FAST. you go from first contacting the bacteria to dead as a doornail in like two weeks. ya. fucking terrifying.

now for a lil history lesson about it :3

the first major bubonic plague outbreak (in europe btw) was around 1300, and the last major one was around 1600. there were about two major outbreaks a century. and you wanna know how much of europe's population this one little bacteria killed off? two thirds. TWO THIRDS. THAT'S A LOT. so in case you hadn't already guessed, the bubonic plague is SUPER contagious. it spreads from rats to humans (and probably humans to humans with all the bodies piled in the streets...) via flea bites. and yeah, you heard me right. bodies on the streets. the death count was SO HIGH that there weren't enough graves for all the dying people and they just left the corpses to rot in the roads until the were enough graves.

anyways i think that's enough disease infodumping for today! it anyone wants to hear more either dm me or send an ask lol

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

hi! feel free to disregard this if you feel its an intrusive question or you just wish not to respond.

i saw your response on the post about adhd reward systems and was intruiged and a bit inspired/validated/something. im an undergrad psych/human dev student right now aiming to get a msw and clinical license to do therapy and i struggle with managing my adhd for more than a couple months at a time quite a bit. i often question whether or not i will be able to be in any helping profession due to not feeling like i can manage my own functioning issues. it feels contradictory to me to imagine therapists (and especially possible future me as an lcsw) struggling with anything while still being good therapists. though i know logically that everyone struggles with things from time to time, it feels like one might feel unqualified to help others if they are not able to manage their own issues all of the time.

i was wondering if you had any wisdom about reconciling these things as a therapist with adhd. i was very interested in what you shared about how you manage days when you are having a harder time.

Awwww, rats hun, I'm sorry that you've been worrying about this! I really want to encourage you to reach out off Anon, cuz I'd love to chat more, one social worker to another 💚

That said, I'm gonna try and respond to your ask here as best I can!

First off, it's not too intrusive a question (for me) at all! I try to be really open about certain things in my life, and tend not to reference something on here I'm not comfortable talking more about. Even if it did feel intrusive, I'd answer what I *was* comfy with and declined to comment on the rest.

As for needing to have your own house in order to be able to help others, I mean....yeah, to some extent. But you're a human being, and so are the people on the other side of the chair, and we all benefit from learning how to fuck up safely and come back from that so like. I don't subscribe to the idea that therapists need to be flawless people. There are absolutely things to be attentive to/cautious about (including how we are impacting the person, the space, and the conversation, etc) but I've actually developed BETTER dynamics with clients who let me know I did something they didn't like or that hurt them, and being able to move forward together with a plan to better protect their boundaries in the space. And if the parts of you that you're worried about is outside the space, well. That's why most therapists have therapists. To process, reflect, and monitor ourselves for warning signs that we're sliding outside our boundaries. No one is perfectly under control all the time.

And with ADHD specifically, one of the biggest things people need and deserve access to is the safety to fail, the safety to drop habits and have to pick them back up after things pile up, the safety to not feel ashamed of their experience of the world. Without the active work of unwinding those feelings of shame, behavioral tools/accommodations are often a lot less effective for us. And for a demographic that specifically struggles with emotional security/consistency, that's often an intense process for us to go through. Knowing other people we perceive as successful and thriving may ALSO experience similar cycles and needs to us. If clients genuinely think therapists are perfect, it's easy for those of us on the other side of the chair to let the shame evolve into comparison as a way to self-blame for our perceived failure.

I got my ADHD diagnosis part way through my MSW, and didn't get medicated for it until after I had graduated. I was uhhhhhhhh

Obsessive. About my routines, my organization, my back up plans, all of it. It was hard to believe I could function if I wasn't meeting everyone's expectations all the time. But it's unsustainable. It **can't** last forever. Especially when everything is just. So overwhelming all the time.

So I definitely don't want you to think that the only way to get to your clinical license is to demand that you always operate at 100% capacity in order to justify not be flawless. A lot of us carry that burden with us well into adulthood, and truly? It's the other way around. The more comfort, ease of access to resources, and sense of security we have in our lives, the better we're able to make our way towards patterns that work for us.

I don't want to give the impression that the specifics of my coping strategies are A) comprehensively effective, and/or B) universally applicable. So I'm gonna kinda stick with the underlying philosophy.

Essentially, one of the most important things is that any strategies I rely on are capable of being picked back up without judgement or major disruption. So for example, I keep a daybook calendar. It was recommended by another ADHDer as an effective way of visualizing and navigating executive dysfunction. It's divided up into days, weeks, months, and quarter years. Most importantly, it's undated. I have had this (and been using the exact same) daybook for over 2yrs. Periodically, I lose momentum for days, weeks, or even months. But when I finally get back the bandwidth to pick it back up, all I have to do is turn to a new week and date it for my current week. I just picked back up yesterday after not using it since last summer lmao

There's this concept in behavioral training for dogs called "no failure" where essentially (deeply simplified!!!) you always mark and reward whatever positive behaviors you get from the dog as a process of positive reinforcement of what you want from them. And while you wouldn't reward unsafe or inappropriate behavior from the dog, the second they redirect, no matter what they were doing a minute ago, you mark and reward.

I've been training my dogs this way for a good 5-6yrs now, and everywhere they go people will hunt me down to ask me how I get them to be so polite and responsive.

People aren't dogs, obvi, but this positive reinforcement process still functions similarly. So like, when I work with kids and families on "behavior issues" I get families to like. Essentially remove proactive consequences. Natural consequences happen, because that's life, but you still shouldn't abandon them to figuring out a solution on their own. It's a lot of modeling, marking, and rewarding, and a lot of repetitive and continuous conversations about why certain rules exist or why certain expectations are had, etc. An example here might be a "behavior chart" with tiered rewards. Each day that behavior is in line with safety and meeting needs, you mark and reward it. Every week that this is true for all 7 days, you mark and reinforce with a slightly more valuable reward. And on top of that, you have "high value" rewards for cumulative successes. If you hit 28 days of success (even if they're not consecutive, rather intermittent with non-marked days across like. 3 months or whatever) the reinforcement reward has been earned and that's that.

Partially, this process helps reframe dysregulation from "failure" to "interruption." And partially, this ensures that every success builds on previous successes, making it easier to remember backwards that good and bad days both happen, even when we have a hard time remembering what "not now" feels like.

Everything I build for myself is like that. No failure, mark and reinforce. Sometimes I do it for myself, sometimes my wife helps me, and sometimes I learn to arrange positive and affirming natural consequences of my choices. It just sort of depends what makes the most sense.

Another pillar of the underlying philosophy here is that eveything is contextual. Any change in the circumstances might change how our needs around that circumstance presents. So if a strategy or tool isn't working anymore, it's not because I've failed, it's because something about my physical and/or emotional landscape has changed since the last time I sat with myself about what helps me function. Maybe it's a temporary change (just for the day cuz I'm tired or sick for example), or maybe it's long term (when we moved to the city it became important for me to get regular, intentional sunlight because if I wasn't proactive about it, I would isolate indoors and struggle more for example), but whichever it is, all that matters is that I acknowledge what's changed about my needs without judgement or self-shaming. It's a *straightforward* process, but certainly not an easy or time-sensitive process.

Anyway, hun, you're still in your undergrad. I absolutely ASSURE you, you will not be the same person by the time you graduate from your master's. It's like stone going through pressure and heat. *Something* is always gonna change. So cut yourself a lil slack about where you are now. You aren't pressed for time, I promise.

[cl0wntwn]

I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED TO TALK ABOUT MY CATHAL INTERP

ok hi wow i'm posting something that isn't what i usually do but i want to share because. idk i'm autistic abt cathal and my personal interp could be taken as a mischaracterization(?) of the character so i want to ramble. it's a mix of projections, my interpretations of things cathal says/does, and headcanons. this is just gonna be a glorified bulletpoint list with little to no organization im so sorry. this obviously be inspired by this post cause i love it so much i'm rotating it in my mind please go check it out. this whole ramble was supposed to go into the tags of that post but i think i can organize it better in a text post. i can also share it easier. but please go read that post if u haven't :D

first things first, cathal is depressed.

ain't that a shocker? he's been depressed for a while, but it never really got to "i don't want to do anything ever" until he was hired at C.O.G.S. inc., and even then it's not really the main reason. it does make it hard for him to do things that he's asked of. he's not incapable of doing things though, unless he's like. super unmotivated or sad.

cathal is a papa's boy.

he loves his dad. ever since he was a kid, he's loved his dad. he appreciates the patience he has with him, he appreciates that his dad is willing to take hit for him not doing his work, his dad is first and foremost in his mind. his dad comes before his own wellbeing. which goes into my next point well...

seeing his dad being destroyed every day hurts cathal bad.

it is the main reason he hates working at C.O.G.S. inc.. yeah, the work sucks, it leaves him drained most of the time (which i will hit later), but the fact that he has to watch his own father basically fall to his death every day makes it all so much worse. not to mention he has a clear view of it from his office.

how does cathal cope with this stuff?

by distracting himself. and not doing his work at all. the work he has to do already drains him and what little energy his depression gives him, but i don't think seeing your dad dying every day helps with motivation. he distracts himself by watching tv and ignoring what he needs to do.

this is not to say that he is unaware of the work he has to do, he knows all the work he puts off piles up on him. but piles of work doesn't seem like the most easy thing to do... so he just keeps putting it off and putting it off, and his dad lets him get away with it by making excuses for him. it stresses him out, which makes him not want to do it more, and the cycle continues...

also believe it or not, cathal actually thinks about the future and is very stressed about it.

he knows that when his dad either retires or... can't work anymore, cathal's going to be the new department lead. and because he has literally no experience working where he is now. he's scared he's gonna get thrown into work he doesn't know how to do or doesn't want to do.

so why did cathal apply at C.O.G.S. inc. in the first place?

short answer, he wanted to make his dad proud and didn't process the gravity of applying to C.O.G.S. inc.. he didn't think it would take so much effort and energy to work a full time job. but now that he's been in it for a while, he's afraid to quit. he doesn't want to upset his dad or make the lack of work he's done worse by throwing it on others.

aaaand that's all i can think of. if i can think of anything else i'll edit this post and reblog it or smth. thank u for reading <3

[cutecherrygirl]

3# you sneak love Notes into his luggage

Soft 🤍🖤

Bang Chan

"Chan wait!" You exclaimed in excitement while running down the stairs, the hoodie in your arms baerly hanging hanging on your arms any longer by your fast movements. You almost had to slow down the steps to make sure you wouldn't collapse by the end of it. Chan looked up confused from checking his bag for stuff, wanting to make sure everything was in order. It would be ridiculous he had forgotten something important like his boarding pass or his passport for the matter. "What is going on?" He grinned at question and took a look at your breathless state the second you stood in front of him and almost threw the hoodie in his arms. "What is this?" He questioned confused. "You forgot this one!" You exclaimed. "Thank you I guess " he answered confused and threw it into his back with a curious expression on his face. He hadn't planned bromging it with him. "No dont you want to check the pockets!" He quivered an eyebrow at your request but did as told anyways, his hand finding the pocket and taking a notr from it. "Y/N what is this?" He asked confused and read the note " Out of all places I could be, I only want to be with you." "Its not the only one." You admitted, trying to hold back a smile. " Wait, you've filled up my luggage with love Notes?" The smile on his face grew even bigger when you nodded your head agreeing. " Now that I can't join you because of school I wanted to do something different instead. And I know you love letters rather than electronic stuff. So I really hope you enjoy it and find them all of course." "You are Honesty the most amazing person ever." He breathed and pressed his lips against your forehead caring, his stomach bobbling up with butterflies by your sweet gesture.

Lee know

A frustrated groan left Minho's lips as he leaned his head against the seat of his chair, his legs crowded against the seat in front of him and his lips partening as he tried to stay calm. The noise from the airplane was getting so annoying he could barely take it anymore. He was so used to this sound, hearing it at least ten time a month but this was horrible and it was far too much now. The earbuds that he always used for his Iphone clearly weren't helping like they always would. He could barely hear the music over the engines and even on the highest volume it couldn't block it out. Decididing to switch them out with another in his bag he leaned down go grab it by his feet and zipped it open. Roaming through the huge pile of stuff he had brought along curiosity hit his mind the second he touched something unfamiliar. Lifting up the paper he furrowed his eyebrows confused and took a look. "You grew on me the way Yersinia enterocolitica grows on spoiled bacon. " "What in the serious fuck, Y/N ?" He questioned to himself but with a huge smile on his lips. Moving his bag up tp his lap, he roamed through it, his eyes widening when he noticed the whole bottom of it filled with notes. "She didn't." He almost giggled to himself and shook his head but smiled brightly. Taking out a few ones to read them all inside his head but stopped when Hyunjin nudged his shoulder. "What's that? " He questioned confused but interested. "Just something to keep me going the next few months." Minho sighed with a huge smile embracing his face and placed one of them in his pocket, the noise from the airplane completely fainting out now.

Changbin

The spund of short stack was loud in the small bunk area of the bus (im assuming they have bunks, idrk srry) while the boys were hurrying around to pack out their stuff from their luggage, Felix standing in his bunk while making weird dance moves in excitement. "Shouldn't you be packing out?" Changbin questioned while folding out his pants, looking over his shoulder to see the bleached haired boy shake his head head in disagreement. "This is the first day of our tour! Its gonna be a fucking blast!" "Whatever you say." Changbin chuckled whike shaking his head by Felix's excitement. Of course he was exited too. But it had been a rough morning. Saying goodbye was never something Binnie was found of. Reaching his hand down to grab clothes of the left side of his suitcase he lifted his eyebrow in confusion when he touched something harsh. Digging into the middle of it he pulled out a small jar of jam but it was empty and filled with different notes instead. " What's that?" Han chirped in interest. "I have no idea." Binnie mumbled and opened one of them. Attached to the jar was direction to the colors. Pink included memories, red included reasons to love and lilac was future dates. " Y/N must have put it into my suitcase when I was peeing or something." He mumbled and decided to take out a red one. "I want yoy to be happy and naked." "Well isn't that just...cute... And maybe a little bit erotic?" Han commented with a smile while reading over Changbin's shoulder. Rolling his eyes by the comment he hurried towards the back if the bus, wanting to read the rest of the notes. "Dont read the all at once Bin you need to keep them up for 5 months!"

Hyunjin

Walking around the hotel room with exhausted limbs and tired face. Hyunjin trued his utter best to stay awake and not pass out on top of his bed. Silence was coulding over the room besides his tired hums and cars driving outside the roads from his hotel room, the lamp by his nightstand being the only one turned on to not disturb his weak eyes. His suitcase was placed on top of his bed with clothes scattered literally everywhere his purpose with trying to keep oraginzation not really keeping up. It had been a long day, too long according to Hyunjin but flying from Seoul to LA wasn't always as pleasent as it sounded. Grabbing the last two shirts in his suitcase he furrowed confused when a light pink note caught his attention. " Bet you didn't expect this one here :-)" he quivered an eyebrow confused and moved the T-shirt to see another one. " But I've left these all around your clothes. You probably didn't noticed because I hid them inside shirts and pants." He let go of the note to find the T-shirt scattered on the bed lifted it up to his eyes. "You are the best thing that happened to me." A hug smile broke on his face the second he relized what you had been doing while he headed to the studio yesterday morning. It made a warn feeling of butterflies erupt in his stomach and for once the feeling of home didnt seem that far away any longer. He literally had to hold in not to check every single piece of clothing for notes because in the end he knew that getting a suprise every single day was almost like having you here by his side.

I hope you like it 🤍

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Imagine being Ronin Mikey in Eclipse Across Dimensions.

You lost your brothers, your father, you live in an apocalyptic police state run by the Footclan (who are why majority of your family are dead) with your sister and your niece. You want revenge against the Footclan's leader (you are also actively suicidal and constantly hear the voices of your dead family haunting you)

Then one day two mutant turtles literally fall from the sky. Both wearing orange masks (familiar orange masks, like the one you used to wear) they both fight with nunchucks (just like yours)

They are yelling the names of your dead brothers as they travel through the remains of your city, as if expecting an answer from the dead.

As soon as they two turtles see you, they full on CHARGE AT YOU AT FULL SPEED

You cannot escape them. They are FAST little fuckers. (And considering the fact that the smaller of the two threw an entire flying BUS at Foot Police...yeah you dont wanna tick him off.)

It doesnt take long for them to catch you. And then they are attached. Literally, you cant get them off of you. They are strong as hell.

You begrudingly head home (with the two turtles still clinging to you like leeches)

Once at home the duo start the rapid fire questions ("Have you seen our brothers?" "Raph is this tall and he's like a chihuahua!" "Donnie has a forehead bigger than Montana! You can't miss it!" "My Donnie has a gap tooth like Michael! Its more in the center so have you seen him?" "Leo is hurt really really badly but when I find him Im gonna wring his neck! So do you know where he is?" "Dark blue eyes? Twin katanas? Any tornados recently?") So you end up learning a few things.

One-The multiverse is real

Two-These turtles are alternate versions of YOU

Three-They are looking for alternate versions of your dead brothers.

Four-They have mystic powers

Five-Their brothers all got separated after the biggest deadliest fight of their lives to prevent an ACTUAL APOCALYPSE from happening. (Also one of their brothers, Leon, is most likely on the brink of death)

Its...a lot to take in.

These poor kids look exhausted, battered and injured (the younger one's hands are wrapped in bandages up to the elbows, his hands trembling nonstop, while the older one has an arm completely wrapped in a cast and a thick piece of gause covering most of his plastron) the least you can do is let them stay with you.

They take up residence in your home, claiming a pile of old pillows and blankets as their bed.

Neither of them leave each other's side. And considering everything they went through, you dont blame them.

The next week or so is spent searching New York for their missing brothers, because you will be damned if you'll let two versions of you experience the same pain and grief you did. You dont find the missing turtles.

And while the two turtles are terrifying to watch as they help you fight the Foot Police (despite the massive injuries the younger turtles have)

So eventually the two turtles leave, with sullen faces.

You feel bad for them, you really do. These poor kids are going through the worst time in their lives. Their family is missing, there was an attempt at Alien dominion, everyone is badly hurt. The entire world almost got destroyed. All in a day.

(The older Mikey gave you a cellphone shaped like a turtle shell. "If you find them or hear anything about them, please call us ok?" And then the two left)

You look through the phone's gallery (you dont go further than that) it was an older version with all the data already backed up. There are pictures, videos. Pictures of a family so similar to the one you lost, videos of eight turtles all having fun and beeing teenagers. It makes your heart ache. Your family used to look like that, before everything went to shit.

You can only hope that these two will be alright.

Then about a month later the two turtles return (in significantly better shape than before)

Maybe they found their brothers? Before you can ask they both look up at you with bright smiles on their faces.

You chat with them for a bit before...

"You're coming with us." The older one states. Its not a question, you dont have a choice.

Something's...off about them. (Maybe its the way their smiles looked strained, or how blank their eyes look.) Then you notice that their veins are jet black in color, visible on their skin all the way up to their cheeks. Its in their bloodshot eyes too, making the veins pitch black. It was unsettling.

You naturally back away, something clearly happened to these two since they left. The Mikeys approach, drawing their weapons. The smiles never leaving their faces.

You fight them, they move MUCH faster than before and they are so much stronger.

You don't stand a chance. Despite your decades of fighting and experience, your years of training, every single skill your worked hard to master.

It didn't matter.

For some reason these kids were whooping your ass into next Tuesday, every hit hurting more than the last.

It doesnt take long before your head is slammed into a wall, knocking you out cold.

The next time you wake you are tied to a surgical table, thick metal restraints keeping you pinned. You are in a lab of some kind, a dark lab that reeked of old blood an chemicals.

As you lay there struggling to free yourself you hear whistling that rings like bells. A tail being dragged across the floor, aow excited sounding growl mixing in with the two precious sounds. Theres also the click-clacking of high heels against the floor.

Four women enter the room. Three are wearing lab coats and appear to be mutants (The first one a ghostly white and lizard like, with long curling horns and four green eyes, she looks bored of you. Her hands have been replaced by what look like mutant wolf paws with claws long enough to slice your head clean off.

The second being shorter, a rosey pink colored salamander with matching green eyes, she looks mildly amused at your struggles. Bat wings that clearly do not belong on her body have been attached to her back, judging by the mystical looking band around her chest that probably lets her actually use the wings given the wire connecting to the back.

The third and tallest of the trio appears to be the most humanoid, she looked amphibious, with the webbed hands and the gills on her neck. Her skin was a dark blue, near black color covered in rainbow freckles, like water and motor oil. Her hair is black black smoke, wisping around like a snake. Her eyes are a bright red, framed by thin gold glasses. She has a massive burn scar on the right side of her face. She grins menacingly, her sharp pointy teeth glinting in the dim light)

The final woman is the shortest of all four, older looking with purple skin and wearing an expensive purple dress, blue coat with green fur. She moves her silver bangs out of her eyes before looking at you, a bright red gemstone on her chest practically glowing. She taps it, turning into a giant spider mutant.

"Hello my turtly boo!" She coos, having the audacity to boop you on the nose with her claw. "My havent you grown into a befuzzled behemoth! But so dull, where's the dazzle? The excitement?"

Oh jow you want to deck this giant spiser in the face.

She turns to the amphibian lady. "Dr. Bloodmoon, I expect this brute to be Battle Nexus ready by tomorrow night! Feel free to get as creative as your dimblely little heart desires, just make him more attention grabbing please. I need a new champion to replace the Shredder Beast after all."

The Shredder WHAT?

The amphibian smiles, her lizard assistants joining her with a sadistic look in their eyes. "Of course mother! I would be honored to create your newest champion. However I will need access to only the finest parts and materials. I'm assuming I can retrieve such things from the Nexus?"

The spider nods before leaving. "Do not disappoint me again, or you can go back to the disgusting little prison cell you were staying in!" Now you were left alone with the scientists.

The amphibian claps her hands. "We have much to do and so little time! Katrina, go retrieve a mamba scorpion stinger from the Nexus! As well as some Lycan claws and perhaps a few bat wings."

The white lizard nods before disappearing down the dark hallway.

"Anastasia, would you be a dear and fetch the bonesaw?"

"Yes Doctor." The pink lizard says, strutting over to a far shelf. The amphibian leans over you, watching as you struggle helplessly in your binds. Its like they get tighter the more you pull at them.

"When I get out of here-"

"You're going into the Battle Nexus Arena, and you will become the champion!" She suddenly grabs your face really tightly, her claws digging in your skin. "I am NOT going back to that prison cell, do you understand me? I am not going to sit there waiting to be executed because YOU refuse to cooperate. So you will do as I say or I will show you new levels of agony that would make you WISH you were dead! Am I CLEAR!" She hisses evilly while trying to crush your face like a stress ball.

"I already wish I was dead. So do your worst. Because I'm getting out of here and then your head will be rolling across the god damn floor." The woman looks shocked at your threat as her assistant returns.

The pink lizard holds up a large circular saw, probably twice the size of your head.

And it was literally made out of bones. Lovely.

"I want his liver." The pink lizard says, and you cant help but shudder.

The amphibian locks eyes with you. "You can have it, in fact you can have anything else you want besides the brain, heart and lungs." The lizard laughs, revving up the bonesaw.

"I was going to be nice and use a bit of anesthesia, but I much rather listen to your suffering." The bonesaw starts to be lowered to your exposed plastron. "Be sure to scream nice and loud so I can hear you over the saw ok?" You struggle harder in your restraints, trying desperately to break free.

As the saw comes closer and closer you can't help but think 'Is this it? Am I actually going to die like this? Without even avenging my family?'

You shut your eyes, bracing for whats to come.

It seems that even after all these years turtle luck is truly a bitch.

All you can do is hope the two Mikeys will somehow be ok.

The saw makes contact with your plastron and you can't help but scream.

It only gets worse from here.

[sambambucky]

hello hello helloooooooooooo i would love to ask about the gta au part two (part TWOOO?!?!?! yippee! 🤸‍♂️) im only trying to get you home, aaaaaaand buckysam&scott (as always i want to know about alllllllll of them but i am showing remarkable self restraint)

hiiiieeeeeee !!! hehe your self restraint is admirable, this post is so fucking longgg sorry

oh boy whyyyy did i put 'part two' on this list. sorry to fake you out!! 'part two' is just the current part of the gta au that i'm working on. in my head the whole fic is in 3 coherent and totally correctly structured parts. hehhh what can i share that isn't 'spoilery' ... uhhh ..

Isaiah takes in the bounce in Sam’s step, pursing his lips in predictable judgement. “Do I even want to know?” “Hell of a job,” he says with a shrug. Sam’s laugh bursts from his chest, almost hysterical. His heart is still pounding in his ears, and he shakes out his hands to dispel some of the latent energy. Maybe there is something a little wrong with him. “Uhhuh,” Isaiah says as he pockets his payment. “There’s someone waiting for you in your office, by the way.” Sam slows his trot, glances towards the low building like it might give him some clue as to what’s waiting for him. He can’t help another smile, as he asks, kind of hopes, “is it trouble?” “Yeah,” Isaiah stretches the word with disappointment. “Think it’s the kind you like, though.”

for all intents and purposes i'm only trying to get you home is done! its fucking complete!! but that was the case after chapter 1, too, sooo.. whatever its my fic, i'll add another chapter to really earn that 'Steve is a Mess and a Cockblock' tag if i want!

“Oh, good,” Steve’s voice comes cheerily from the open doorway. “You’re both here.” “Yup,” Sam answers. Bucky clears his throat, but nothing he wants to say is gonna be nice. Plus, Sam somehow still thinks he’s a thoughtful guy, a decent friend, so Bucky swallows down the many, many things he could say to Steve, and instead tucks his forehead into Sam’s collarbone. It's a mistake, he smells so good, like sweat and ozone. Bucky rocks their hips together without thinking and earns a mean pinch on his ass in retaliation. “I was thinking about getting pizza,” Steve goes on, “maybe… two pizzas?” The smirk Bucky can hear in Steve’s voice makes him frown. Who taught Steve to smirk? What is he even doing here? Why didn’t they lock the door?

lol oh goddddd okay... you know buckysam&scott is a mess because 1- i first outlined it during lockdown and 2- i've hated every title i've tried so far. essentially it's just yet another slutty sam college au but this time he moves in with chaotic-with-hearts-of-gold scott and clint, goes to a frat party for a beer pong tournament that clint and natasha play in (obviously), hooks up with bucky, and spends most of the fic navigating the ensuing situationship.

The smell of bacon wakes him up later that afternoon. Bucky is gone, no text or note, no trace, and Sam’s clothes are still in a pile by the door like he fucked a ghost. Cool. Sam pulls on his favorite sweatshirt from the bottom of his closet and drags himself out to the kitchen. “What’d you get up to last night, eh?” Clint greets with a raised eyebrow.  He's barely hiding his amusement behind the comically large coffee mug Natasha bought him. He's in a shirt that's somehow too loose in the shoulders while somehow also being too short to make it past his hips. All in all he's a familiar sight. “More like who he got up to,” Scott says. Sam squints at him, and doesn't even get a response. Sam shrugs. “I don’t kiss and tell.”  Clint and Scott glance at each other, an unspoken since when? that Sam should probably be offended by. “Okay.” He amends with a yawn, “I don’t kiss and tell before I’ve had breakfast.”

TYSM FOR THE ASK ! ♥

[toujokaname]

HiMERU Idol Story 2

Author: Akira

Characters: HiMERU, Kohaku

"(Let's get properly involved with the world, "HiMERU".)"

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Season: Summer

Location: Seisoukan Common Room

HiMERU: ~...♪

Kohaku: Mm? O~i, HiMERU-han, what're ya doin' this late at night?

HiMERU: —Oh? HiMERU could say the same to you. Are you out on a walk at such a late hour... Oukawa?

Kohaku: Koh koh koh ♪ I'm jus' happy I'm able to walk 'round freely.

Also, when I was at home, I got used to stayin' up late, so sleep don't come to me easy at this time of night.

I keep thinkin' "I oughta go to bed early," but I can't.

That bein' said. If we both don't go to bed soon, it'll have an effect on tomorrow, 'cos human beings can only recover through sleep.

HiMERU: —Is that so. HiMERU's view differs from that, and Shiina, for example, would most certainly hold a different opinion.

Kohaku: Yeah. That moron's a special case in that he can't recover from anythin' that ain't food.

As we spend more and more time together, I've unavoidably learned that he's like a single-celled organism that'll put anythin' and everythin' in his mouth.

He's eatin' all the time. I lose my appetite jus' by lookin' at 'im.

HiMERU: —Fufu. Shiina would surely be unhappy about that, since he seems to love serving food to others.

Kohaku: For real. That guy's like, his whole life's centered 'round his stomach.

HiMERU: Fufu. To HiMERU, that is an enviable thing, to have something so irreplaceable—things like that.

Aah, what does the world look like to such a person?

—Anyhow. To answer your first question, as you can see... HiMERU is writing a reply to a fan letter he received.

Kohaku: Fan retaa[1]?

HiMERU: Yes. HiMERU takes pride in his long career history and is a popular idol in his own right.

Letters from fans arrive in boxes, and all of them are piled up here.

Kohaku: Oh? Really, all of these?

Haah... I can't help but sigh. I'm still unfamiliar with idol culture, so this's new to me, y'know?

It's real impressive that they're all handwritten, even in this age of the Internet, ain't it?

HiMERU: Yes. HiMERU is very grateful for it. Even then, these don't include those that were slanderous in nature. The agency censored and removed those.

Kohaku: Huhh~... And despite that, there's still these many left. HiMERU-han must be a real popular guy, huh?

HiMERU: Rather than it being a result of his popularity, HiMERU is one of the rare types of celebrities who reply to letters. His fans are likely to know this, and thus, they send him more and more.

Anyone would be happy to receive a reply to their letter, after all.

Kohaku: ...That's right. Communication's only possible when you speak or write and get a proper response.

To communicate with someone can be a pleasure hard to come by. Screamin' into the abyss will only hurt yer throat, and nothin' worthwhile's gonna come of it.

HiMERU: —Oh dear. Oukawa, you look a little hurt. Apologies, did HiMERU unknowingly tread on a sensitive topic for you?

Kohaku: Hm. It ain't good to be too sharp, HiMERU-han.

...No need to worry 'bout it, I'm fine. I was jus' thinkin' 'bout an old pen pal of mine.

Hm. Even though I thought I'd come to terms with it and forgotten 'bout it, the wounds in my heart'll remain unhealed and hurt forever.

Oh, well. Sorry I called out to ya while you were workin', HiMERU-han.

I'm goin' back to my room to rest. When it comes to yer letter writing... there ain't anything I can do to help ya, anyway.

HiMERU: Indeed. The senders of the letters, the fans, would most certainly want to receive a reply from their favorite idol written by the person in question.

HiMERU cannot ask someone to write on his behalf, so even if he gets tendonitis, he will have to write them all by himself.

Kohaku: Hmm, "the person in question", huh...?

HiMERU: —What is it?

Kohaku: Nothin'. If you've convinced yourself of that, then I've nothing to say. ...Jus' be careful not to break yer body or mind by overdoin' it, HiMERU-han.

HiMERU: —Yes. Thank you for your concern, Oukawa.

Goodnight, have a pleasant sleep ♪

Kohaku: Koh koh koh ♪ ...Though that surprise attack was meant to shake ya up, you didn't even tremble a lil while you were writin'. I gotta praise ya for that.

You've got a calm face and guts, I'm glad I can rely on ya as a unitmate.

Welp. For real now... G'night, HiMERU-han ♪

~...♪

HiMERU: (...Hm. It looks like he's gone. That made me break out in a bit of a cold sweat.)

(It's the same for you. You have a cute face, but I should never be too careless around you... Oukawa Kohaku.)

("Oukawa". I've heard rumors that they have a family history of single-handedly taking care of dirty work...)

(Sure enough, the more someone wants to hide something, the more likely it is for it to reach their ears.)

(But. Even if you heard about the secret that "I'm" carrying, you should've pretended to be unaware of it.)

(And yet, just now, you deliberately gave me a warning, as if to say, "I know"—why?)

(Maybe you were so sleepy that you slipped up, or maybe you didn't mean anything by it...)

(Was it a threat, or a sign of trust as a colleague? I don't know. There's not enough material to speculate, either.)

(Aah, it's really... interesting. Communication, that is.)

(That which is called life! Overflowing with pleasant discoveries and emotions, the most valuable treasure room in this world!)

HiMERU: (—So. "You". You can't keep averting your eyes and pretending you don't see it... Let's get properly involved with the world, "HiMERU".)

Kohaku repeats this in hiragana, indicating his unfamiliarity with the term.

In his inner monologue at the end, you can notice I didn't make HiMERU talk in third person. The reason why is that in most of his dialogue, he actually omits personal pronouns entirely. In those cases, translators default to making him speak in third person. However, given the context of what he's saying, I felt it appropriate to make him use first-person pronouns. In the Japanese script, he only uses "ore" once, where it's in quotation marks.

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[ellsellmesoull]

Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

A genie stands before you, maddeningly beautiful like one might find the ocean. A being of immense power yet contained by simple laws. One wouldnt expect a human when asked what species a genie could be. The most right answer being a demon trapped in a bottle. Yet each night, you find it harder to brace yourself for the unflattering mess of limbs not quiet human yet not resembling even an animal and a visage of monstrous proportions.

You used to wonder why you dreamed repeatedly of this one fascinating creature. Deep down you knew what it was without ever remembering how you did. Even though your take on a genie wouldnt differ from everyone's familiar animated movie.

Yet each night the creature seemed even more real. Such big ears you have- the better to hear wishes. Such big hands you have- the better to build wishes to reality. Such big eyes you have- the better to see the changes I make.

The alarm rings dragging you back into the land of the concious. You toss and turn trying to switch the noise off but failing as you know the alarm to the floor. This makes you more aware and as you get up and reach towards the ground you notice your right arm is red and large.

With white pots and a hard shell.

With a picer like a crab instead of fingers.

And suddenly you wonder if your dreams really had a meaning. That maybe, it was all real. Fear engulfs your mind as you try to remember what you could've wished for. For as long as you've seen the genie, you could've asked for more wishes than just one crab pincer in your dreams.

Yet you find no other significant changes in your life. You couldn't help but wonder why you wouldn't wish for something to help pay rent or pay out your debts.

You watch you right hand- pincer?- move as it answers to your every beck and call like it was made just for you. And you decide to see what it can really do.

You walk to the beach near you. Covered in trash, it is a fairly isolated area. As you remove your jacket, you pick up trash to recycle or salvage as you please. But this time, you try cutting into thinks and punching it with your right hand. But disheartened to find your magic hand to not be as strong as you had hoped.

Perhaps you need to work out.

You move and houl trash out to a small gathering, freeing the occasional animal stuck beneath the fallen debrie.

There were crabs in the beach along with dogs and cats. You would find them stuck under risky piles of trash that crumpled down the first chance they got. You had made sure to create a pathway from the ocean to the road, incase the little guys need a clear way to escape instead of treading through more trash. But sometimes you would take one or two crabs for yourself.

Fresh crab meat was too good for you to pass up.

Now as you sit on a sturdy looking old refrigerator facing the sunset, you think of what to do with your life. You thought you could tell people, make a name for your self. Maybe you could make even more money that way. Mysterious Human Crab! Or maybe you could live as a mystical cryptid. You wondered how much a cryptid would potentialy earn. Not enough to convince you.

I am randomly finding posts here in my drafts and I have no memory about them tf? So im gonna post here meh~

[ingrid-said-no]

and then, just like clockwork

pairing: edward nashton x reader

summary: reader has had a crush on Eddie for a long time, but when they found out someones going on a blind date with him, they had to do something.

warnings: reader is a bit weird 😟 mentions of an allergic reaction

a/n: this is supposed to be a prequel to a fic I wrote called "what if i told you im a mastermind" inspired by the new Taylor Swift song, but then one day I woke up and decided that fanfic looked ugly as fuck and that I'm never posting it, so I'm posting this one instead even though I wrote that one first. (Also why the fuck did I start the fanfic like that HELP you'll see)

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You had to shit so bad. But you also had to finish the pile of paperwork in 12 minutes. The ongoing internal debate of wether you should get up or not stopped when you realize you're already wasting that 12 minutes. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you grip both handles of your chair and struggle to push yourself out of it. You've been working for hours and your legs feel so numb.

The bathroom was a long walk, when you finally got there you were practically running to the toilet seat. You were zipping up your pants in the stall when a horde of clacking heels enter the bathroom.

"Come on Jan, promise me you'll go to that diner next week."

"I don't know.. are blind dates really that worth it?"

"No, but it still doesn't hurt to try. Plus, I heard the nashton guy is kinda cute so you'll be fine!"

You knew who they were talking about. He works in the station above yours, and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive. There was something drawing you to him despite him not knowing you exist. You've always wanted to talk to him but could never muster up the courage, too nervous that you might stumble on your own words and mess things up. Now you realize that your chances could be taken away by anything, you knew you had to act fast.

Your hands quickly fixed your state and rushed out of the bathroom immediately. One, because you almost forgot about the work you had to finish in minutes. And two, because you had a scheme to strategize.

When you got home, you brewed a cup of coffee and immediately started planning. Now Jan, you work in the same office. She's been nice to you so far even if you didn't talk much, but it doesn't matter because you won't waste your chance with Eddie. Not again. You had to get rid of her, make sure she can't attend the blind date. How?

Whatever information about her you had in your brain, you dug for. You needed an advantage. Just to think clearly, you shut your eyes. And when you opened them, the answer was right in front of you.

Coffee. You were usually the person who gets asked to order coffee whenever you stand up from your desk, even when you aren't even gonna go outside. But you do what they tell you to anyway cause the smell of coffee is addictive, you couldn't pass down the opportunity to pass by the local coffee shop just down the street.

All of it fell naturally on your lap. Next time you bring her coffee, you could put something inside it to make sure she won't meet Eddie.

~

It was finally the day of the blind date. You had successfully gotten rid of Jan, and it was easy. She wasn't poisoned or anything. It was just an allergic reaction to cinnamon. You 'accidentally' got her order wrong and one suspected it because it's a common mistake. It was perfect.

Already had an idea of which diner they were meeting at, you waited for him there. You knew Eddie would never step out of his own comfort zone, you knew he would pick a diner that he's most familiar with because it was the safest, and because he likes the pie there.

There you were, waiting. So was he. It was sad to see him down like that, but it was for the better. Eddie knew he'd get stood up, it's impossible to think that someone would be interested in him. Not impossible for you though, you wanted to know him more, and this was your chance.

You had ordered him a pumpkin pie from another table, and now watching his reaction to the waiter handing him the plate. He looked around to see who could've bought it for him. When his eyes landed on yours, you felt this electricity run throughout. You gave him a small wave and an awkward smile, and in return he gave you his own little wave and awkward smile. This is it.

You weren't sure if you blacked out, because one second you were just waving at him, then suddenly you were sitting across from him. Hearing him laughing at your stories and stupid jokes. It was like a dream. You weren't sure if you deserved it, but for now you didn't care, because you finally have him.

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can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩

read part 1 here

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.0k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage

a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.

It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.

It had been a whirlwind.

It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.

When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.

You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.

He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.

After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.

Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.

Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.

You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.

But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.

His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.

“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.

“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.

“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.

“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.

“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.

But his argument never came.

Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.

When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.

“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.

“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.

With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.

You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.

He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.

His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.

“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.

You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.

He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.

“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.

When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.

“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.

They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.

“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.

He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.

“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.

“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.

He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.

You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.

“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.

Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.

You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.

“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.

You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.

“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.

While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.

You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.

As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.

“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.

“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.

“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”

You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.

Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.

You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.

You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.

“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.

You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.

Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.

“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.

One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.

You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.

“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.

You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.

“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.

It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.

“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.