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norrisreads · 6 months

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Dangerous Woman 2 #CS55

PAIRING: carlos sainz x reader!, non racer carlos sainz jr x reader!

SUMMARY: being arranged married to carlos sainz, will the both of you work the marriage or will the next step be signing the divorce papers

WARNINGS: age gap, arranged married related, no smuts! tensions ofc, will be a 4 part series, inc of smau! angst, fluff (in the future?)

part 1

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Carlos definition of a date in his mind was a normal casual dinner date, not a date where the both of you would’ve enjoyed because right now while waiting for both of your food to arrived, there was a thick air of tension surrounding both of you.

“will you explain what is going on or are we supposed to sit here in silence?” you spoke, cutting off his train of thoughts

not far from your table you could notice the presence of the trio that was peeping towards your table, it’s not a secret when they’re out there wearing the exact same thing that you last saw them in.

“i’m aware lando have told you i’ve broken up with her” nodding your head agreeing to the statement

“I’ll appreciate if i could rekindle this situation, slowly”

now, you’re laughing because why now? why rekindle after a year?

“that’s funny sainz, the last thing i’ve heard from you was that you threw away our friendship over, just because you thought this marriage would meddle in to your relationship”

“you would’ve done the same thing, y/n. you don’t understand”

What did he meant that you wouldn’t understand? what about the nights you sobbed to him about how much you’ve loved your ex, but your parents would never approve of him which led the both of you to part ways

“i would’ve done the same thing carlos, but i couldn’t. it’s different for me because i’m not the head of the family, i’m just a woman who has to listen to everything my father says. I loved him, but i couldn’t do it anymore so i truly understand carlos. I’ve never once threw away our friendship but instead you, you’re selfish and you’re unaware of it”

you expected a reply but all he gave you was a slight nod agreeing to whatever you’ve just told him

“let’s just eat, we’re here anyways, and it would be great if those trios of yours join us instead of trying to hide themselves, because it’s not working”

it’s been two weeks since then, there was an improvement in carlos attitude towards you, he would pick you up daily from your shifts, asked you out to dinner and he’s actually treating you like a wife should have been treated, which was odd but it did healed a part of your heart knowingly this is exactly the way you wanted to be treat as a wife.

“you’ve been nothing but glowing these past few days, what’s going on?” you’re currently on face-time with your best-friend, casually keeping up with each other gossips

“it’s carlos, he’s been treating me differently ever since that dinner date” setting up your phone on your table, while you’re removing your left over makeup

“well that’s great isn’t it? you guys are married so, least he could do is start treating you like a wife”

your best friend have always had a grudge towards Carlos, ever-since you’ve told her about both yours and Carlos rough past

“yeah and i guess im still getting used to it, but she’s gonna come back anytime sooner, this isn’t the first and surely would not be the last”

sighing while removing your makeup, from your phone screen you could see your best friend shrugging her shoulders agreeing with whatever you’ve just said to her

“he does that everytime, y/n. it’s all up to your choices love”

just then you heard your front doors open with voices trailing behind, “i think he’s homed, i’ll text you in a while, love you”

with that you ended the call with your best-friend and walked to your living room only to be greeted with carlos and his friends

“is there something going on today?” you were confused, you weren’t aware of the invitation of his friends over to your house

“they were just stopping by for dinner, would you like to join us?”

“It’s alright, your mom came by and brought over some food. I’ll just heat them up for you guys”

with that, carlos left the kitchen to entertain his friends

you weren’t particularly fond of his friends, other than the three who’s always around the both of you, these friends were different

you knew the friend group that he sticks by has been there for him since childhood and they’ve particularly were more fond of her rather than you.

there were many times you’d eavesdrop their conversations and those times were when you’d listen to their bad remarks about your marriage.

you knew who carlos ex girlfriend was, you’ve met her multiple times due to carlos and your family gathering that’s on-going for every year.

you’d be lying if you think she wasn’t beautiful because she is, no one knew but you’d sometimes compare the both of you because clearly she was the better looking.

your train of thoughts left your mind when you felt hands snaking around your waist

“what’s going on with that mind of yours, i’ve been calling for you to join us”

you could smell that strong perfume of his and a tint of sweetness which you for sure know it’s neither his nor yours because the perfumes you wore were always citrusy scents, and that was one sign you should have never choose to ignore

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a/n : thank you for the support & love for dangerous woman 🥹! i’ve received multiple inboxs asking when will i post the next part, so here you go <3!

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xylianasblog · 11 months

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Never felt so alone.

Pairings: Loak x Fem!reader

Summary: You were all he wanted until you weren’t despite being what he needed.

Requested: Yes/No

Warnings: angst, cursing.

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Everyone was gathered around on the rock still learning the ways of the water, you picked up things quickly to avoid being around the others. Avoided the pity glances from the Sully’s and the questioning gaze of Ao’nung and Roxto, luckily for you Tsireya never bother you and you liked it that way. As friendly and as nice as she was you didn’t like her around you, but that wasn’t your fault. You preferred being away from them, it helped ease the pain that you grew accustomed to, the pain that you accepted.

You sat with your legs hugged to your chest quietly listening to the conversation that was currently happening training now forgotten about. They were telling stories of before you guys left the Omatikaya clan. “Lo’ak had an indent of a rock on his forehead for an entire month!” Neteyam chuckled at the memory as he told the story of Lo’ak falling and landing on a rock, you couldn’t help but smile. You were there that day making sure he was okay before his own mother and father could get to him. “The skxawng whined all the time about it, it got so bad that Y/n punched him in the cheek for it.” You found yourself giggling as Kiri spoke of that day, the memories still fresh, still vivid in your mind they played over and over like a record that you couldn’t help but rewind. Like your favorite song that you never wanted to lose because then it would become so hard to find.

“Guys seriously why are all the stories about me!” Whined Loak the others laughed and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Because you’re the only one stupid things happen to.” You found yourself saying softly, your eyes finally landing on his before looking around the group smiling just a bit. It was the first time you’ve actually spoken besides answering questions, you had grown tired of all the questions, you just wanted to be alone truthfully.

After a bit more talking and avoiding Lo’aks questioning gaze you immediately hurried off to be alone. You went to leave so you could find your comfort in the silence you craved, the silence you grew to love. It was a security blanket, one that you begged to be wrapped up in on days like this. Finding yourself in a secluded part of the village you laid on your back basking in the setting sun and the feel of the warm sand against the back of your skin. You closed your eyes bathing in the sound of the waves.

Your ears didn't pick up any sounds of the approaching feet crunching in the sand. You only knew who it was when they began speaking to you. “Y/n don’t talk to me much anymore, you actually don’t even look at me.” Letting out a small huff you did your best to keep your cool as you heard his statement. The footsteps only stopped a few feet away, you opened your eyes to see Lo’ak crouched down in front of you, a frown on his lips as he glared at you. “Today was the first time in nearly four months I’ve heard your voice.” He grumbled his tail moving slowly behind him as his ears perked up. “I miss you. Do you know that I still need you.”

His words hurt your heart, the instant pain felt suffocating. “It’s not like you noticed.. you haven’t noticed you’ve been to busy with your love to notice anything or anyone around you.” You spoke your voice was soft, no sign of life or fight as you spoke your truth. He opened and closed his mouth as he listened, after taking a few moments he responded. “That’s not true I only pulled away because you started acting funny! Treating me differently.” His voice was angry his fist balled up in his lap. You immediately sat up this, the change of emotions hitting you so quickly.

“You need me?? Don’t you fucking lie! You don’t need me. You only needed me until you didn’t! I was all you wanted until I wasn’t! Until you didn’t need me anymore. I was just a want for you, something you had until you didn’t want me anymore!” Your voice was calm despite all your emotions running haywire. “You were all I had known! All I had wanted! You weren’t a want for me, you were a need.” You yelled at him, getting onto your knees to push at his chest repeatedly, you felt the tears building up in your eyes. “You were all I needed. You called me and I came! You told me to come, to leave everything I knew because it was you and me!” A choke sob broke free but your tears never fell.

“It was me and you.. I saw you when no one else did! Did you know that? All those times you were alone, when you felt outcasted, when you had no one. I was there I saw you Lo’ak, every last bit of you.” Your words were a whisper, but he could not find a lie within your words, because not a trace of a lie fell from your lips, your words cut his heart so deep from within he flinch as if you had physically hit him. With one final push to his chest he fell back eyes wide and full of unshed tears, as quick as your body could move you turned and ran, ran without stopping, ran until you were far away from Lo’ak.

You wanted to be away from everything, everyone. You needed to be alone, needed to feel the solitude, you needed to feel the blanket of warmth that the quiet provided. The serenity that being alone brought you, you craved the touch of peace, because it was all you had come to need.

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s1ckh1mb0 · 23 days

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Shoko x reader

You weren’t sure how she hasn’t grown tired of it yet. Watching Satoru and Suguru laugh with each other and not even acknowledge her. If that was you then you would have been dropped they asses. How could she possibly deal with their treatment over her all the time? Being someone’s best friend and knowing you weren’t there’s. Excluding her out of things, making jokes she didn’t get cause it was between them. Making plans right in front of her face. How could they just disrespect and disregard her as if she wouldn’t do anything for them.

You could only watch on for so long before the aura started to become miserable. You moved from the cafe table you were sitting at and approached the group. You were happily greeted by Satoru who practically engulfed you into his arms until Suguru had to pull him away and questioned you.

“Hm? What are you doing here. Utahime said you were gone for the next three weeks.”

“I was visiting my family but got into an argument so I came home early. I dropped by here to eat before I headed back to my apartment.”

Gojo cut you off without a second thought.

“So you’re free then. You should come with me and Suguru, we’re gonna go to this new place that opened down the block after I pick up Megumi.”

You cocked your eyebrow at his statement. Has he completely forgotten that Shoko was literally right behind them? They just made plans in her face and instead of inviting her they invited you.

“Are you going sho?”

“Oh uh, nah i don’t want to intrude.”

This left a bad taste in your mouth. She needed to get a grip.

“I’m gonna actually have to catch up with you guys later, I gotta visit Nanamin. But Sho can i talk to you real quick?”

“Sure.”

You motioned your head for her to follow you and brought her outside of the cafe. Before she could even get out a cigarette you spoke up and turned her attention towards you.

“Why you be letting them treat you like that koko? You know damn well I don’t like seeing that so I know that you don’t like being treated like that.”

Shoko was quiet for a moment. Not even sparing you a glance as she thought.

“False hope I guess. Suguru isn’t that bad but Satoru..it’s like a here Sugurus around I don’t exist to him. But that’s kinda how I’ve always been. Like a ghost child. Just going through the day without people recognizing I’m there.”

“But why still put yourself through that. Hun, I hate to see you upset by those dumb ass niggas. It hurts me koko. I want you to be happy. Please. Let me make you happy…”

“Eh- what are you talking about?”

“Don’t be dumb you heard me.”

“You can’t just be saying shit like that, I almost took you seriously.”

She snorted before lighting her cigarette and taking a long drag out of it, blowing the smoke through her nose before her eyes flickered open and met yours. When she looked at your face she noticed there was no smile. No laugh at the end like people usually did when asking her out. Just a look of seriousness. You were dead serious about wanting her and she couldn’t fathom it.

“You’re not laughing? Why are you not laughing? You’re supposed to laugh at the end of the joke.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“Stop. It’s not funny anymore. Quit dragging it out and just quit joking. I’m too tired for this.”

“I already told you koko. I’m not joking. I want you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to treat you the way you should have been a long time ago. I want you to know you’re not invisible.”

There was a mutual silence for a minute as you both evaluated your feelings, especially shoko though.

“So…you’re not joking? This isn’t a prank?”

“No baby, this isn’t a joke or a prank. I wanna be yours Sho.”

“Alright. Shit I didn’t expect this but I’m- I’m willing to get used to it.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“And I’m willing to be as patient as you need.”

“Fuck. I love you so much.”

“I love you too sho, baby.”

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burnwater13 · 3 months

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Sand person jumping from one speeder bike to another as Boba Fett teaches them how to pilot the vehicles that are new to them. From the Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Concept art by Christian Alzmann.

“Fennec, the humor of your statement eludes me. Perhaps I’ll have Majordomo spend some time with you explaining humor and its application. I imagine that will only take him a day or two.”

Grogu did his best to hide his giggling. Fennec had looked annoyed at first and then horrified. Grogu expected that this type of corrective instruction had been supplied at some other point in time and Fennec did not relish a repeat of it. The reason for that eluded Grogu. He liked the Majordomo and found many of the things he said to be kind of poetic and really funny.

“Fine Boss. Fine. Will you be going down to check on the rancor?”

“No. I have not finished my story. You may go down to the training area and explain your sense of humor to the rancor. Perhaps that will help.”

Grogu swore to his dad, much later that day, that he had heard Fennec say ‘ouch’ but then she was gone in that way she had of completely disappearing.

“Don’t worry young one. We will visit the rancor later. I’m afraid that trainer Machete has grown fond of Miss Motto and wishes that he had more time to woo her. The Majordomo is not entirely in favor of that, so I’ve found that the rancor is being caught up in the drama. Now… where did we leave off?”

Good question. Fennec seemed to think that something embarrassing had happened, but to Grogu it had simply seemed like the Sand people were having the normal problems of a beginner using a new piece of equipment.

“Ah. Yes. Perhaps I didn’t make it clear. Instead of moving the speeder in a forward direction the first person who tried to operate the bike, twisted the handles and went hurtling backward. They stopped quickly, but not before they crashed into a privy tent and then landed in the bantha fodder. They had a lucky escape. No one wants to land in the privy that way.”

Ah… now that made perfect sense. Yes, it was embarrassing but really, it wasn’t as bad as eating your dad’s Mythosaur charm and then having to sit still while he used a tool to fish it out of your stomach. Grogu had definitely used the Force that day to deal with how embarrassing that whole mess had been. Din Djarin didn’t even remember that it had happened, which was all for the best.

Grogu nodded at the Daimyo and Boba Fett took up the story again.

“Well, after a certain amount of trial and error with each member of the tribe, after changing where our practice ground was located, I managed to teach them all the fundamentals of operating the speeder bikes. We practiced many things, including jumping from one bike to another while we were at full throttle. The Sand people are tough. They are like Mandalorians that way. Many times my friends fell off, but they always got back up and tried again. Soon they were handling the jump with a great deal of skill and not nearly as much luck as I thought might be needed.”

The Daimyo paused and Grogu noticed the very thoughtful look that settled on his face. Memories that were both funny and sad no doubt.

“I hoped that we would have enough time to figure out when that train of the Pykes would be coming back, so we would have time to formulated a plan.”

The Daimyo paused for a moment and located a bottle of spirits and poured himself a drink.

“I will have a droid bring you some broth. I hate to say it, but Fennec is right. Mandalorians drink a good deal of bone broth, but the tiny pieces are not crackers, they are delicate sweets. I do not offer them to her because she had made too many jokes at my expense when I eat them. Better that she thinks they are crackers.”

Grogu grinned at that. He felt the same way about frogs. Especially the freeze dried type he was able to bring on trips. They were crunchy, tasty, light, and smelled so much that no one else ever wanted any. That was fine by him.

“Sand people are patient, but the attack by the Pykes had created a great deal of hard feelings. Before we had time to do the truly detailed planning any good bounty hunter likes to prepare before setting off, the train returned. I admit I was a bit tired as I had been practicing with the gaffi stick and trying to improve my technique, but the train was spotted and it became important to strike quickly.”

Daimyo Fett took long drink from his glass of spirits and then sighed.

“It is never easy, young one, as you know, to lose friends. It is even more bitter to lose them to the Pykes who did not even consider them people. But in the end, we managed to reach the train, take over control and stop it. Many of the Pykes did not survive that encounter. But the Sand people are gracious victors. They are not as horrifyingly cruel as they have been depicted in the stories of those who colonized Tatooine. I negotiated on their behalf and the Pykes who survived the crash were allowed to return to Anchorhead… on foot.”

Grogu smiled at that and clapped his hands. That was a good way to end such a story. A negotiated peace could be the beginning of a change that would benefit all of Tatooine.

“I understand, young one. But that decision is one I consider daily. Had we not let them go, the rest of the syndicate might have been persuaded to believe that an irate Krayt dragon had caused their doom. But these Pykes have no honor. They returned and killed my friends and I shall never give them so much as a tear if they set foot on Tatooine again. Their lives shall be forfeit and the rancor will grow fat on their bones.”

Then the Daimyo wiped at his eyes and then clapped and a small droid zipped over to them.

“The young one needs refreshment. Then locate Administrator Shand. I am reminded of some work that I have not scheduled yet.”

Grogu coo’d and patted the Daimyo’s scarred hand. He remembered that his dad had told him what the Pykes had done and certainly when Grogu had returned to Tatooine, after spending so much time at Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp, he’d seen the Pykes’ handy work up close and personal. He hoped for their sake that they had learned a lesson, because he knew, without a doubt, that the rancor looked forward to eating something other than eopie and dung worms.

This is the Way.

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 175 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the French tamarisk in my garden.

Ahh, love the sirens, they sound very similar to the typical nuclear alarm sirens. I really like that tone, it's relaxing I think... which is absolutely not what these were made for, lol... It also reminds be a bit of 28 Days/Weeks Later, because that song, In a House in a Heartbeat, is often mashed up with those sirens.

I think the idea of mainly describing what items or animals would look like in an post-apocalyptic wasteland is cool!

That warped sound of a croaking bird during the book section is really cool!

"Item: A laughable umbrella." This has to be the absolute best statement section there is xD That poor umbrella! What's it done to deserve this S1 prick!Jon treatment?

"A human bone, that much is clear; too big to be a child’s, at least. Can a bone seem familiar? The shape of it echoing through your mind, like a face seen only in dreams? It may be followed up to a ribcage." Oh, actually, that reminds me... What happened to Jon's rib when he exploded Jared? Did it just vanish with him? Probably, since it doesn’t come up again. Any funny headcanons?

[A STEP, SOME GROANING, THE JANGLE OF BAGS, AND CREAKING OF WHAT IS PRESUMABLY A COUCH AS MARTIN SITS.] JON: "How is it?" MARTIN: "Great! (creak from the couch) It’s great. Lovely couch." There is also liquid to be heard whenever Martin moves on the couch, though I don't know if there's just a puddle supposed to be at Martin's feet or if the couch itself protrudes some sort of liquid... Either way, there is so much regret in Martin's voice and he is just too stubborn to admit it XD

JON: "Right. Well, rest up, I suppose!" MARTIN: "It’s two-seater!" JON: (you are not getting me on that thing) "Yes it is!" [BRIEF PAUSE, IN WHICH THERE IS A SLIGHT AMUSED EXHALE AND ANOTHER CREAK OF THE COUCH.] JON (CONT’D): "Hard pass, thank you." Martin be like "Pls, share this regret with me!!!" xD Or maybe he genuinely wanted a bit of cuddle time with Jon... just maybe... xD

MARTIN: (creak as he shifts) "So it was real then, the Extinction?" JON: "Of course it was real – A-At least in the sense that – it was a thing people feared. Whether it was strong enough in its own right to be considered at a level with Smirke’s Fourteen, or – whether it was on its way to getting there, I – maybe. This sort of thing is always muddy." Still hung up on Smirke's categorization. I've heard theories/headcanons before, that it didn't even had to be 14 marks on Jon, and that just a bunch of them would have sufficed, since dividing the fears is really muddled anyway. So it wouldn't have mattered, if the Extinction had emerged in a bigger way, not for the mass ritual. I generally like that idea.

JON: "But – mostly he was just like anyone else who tried to take the scope of human terror and – (small inhale) package it neatly into little theories." Yeah, that.

MARTIN: "D’you know if – like – gods, religion, the afterlife, all that stuff. Do you know if any of that was real?" JON: (exhale, a bit amused) "Really rolling out the big questions today." MARTIN: "Sorry, it’s just – this place just brings it out in me, I guess." [SLIGHT STATIC KICKS IN AGAIN.] JON: "If there is a god, or gods, or an existence beyond this world, the Eye can’t see it. It sees the fear of it, but – nothing of its truth." Super cool, that this was acknowledged and got really good, believable dodge!

MARTIN: (cutting him off) "I, I know what you meant! I can still be keen to see our friends!" Friends, plural! So Martin does consider Daisy a friend? He did spend some time with her post coffin, so he definitely noticed she had changed, but still Jon spend a lot more time with her. Still nice to see, that it actually was the Lonely talking, when he pushed Daisy away, telling her none of them are actually friends... Also! Jon does prepare Martin here for what’s to come. I think if he already suspected Trevor to also arrive at the same time, he would have told Martin in time. Since that is something that Jon gets criticized for. I think it was actually just bad luck in timing. But yeah, we’ll get to that part in a bit.

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ageingfangirl · 2 years

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Finding Out He Has A Crush On You (Super Junior)

Heechul

You'd been best friends with Heechul since the first day of high school when you both got lost on the way to your music class. You got on great with the rest of Super Junior and they bought you on to help style them in their videos because that was your passion. You were there when they became famous and had been through all the ups and downs, but you always felt closer to Heechul out of all the guys.

You both were very comfortable around each other, everyone in the group and in the company kept telling the two of you to get together but you and Heechul were scared of ruining your friendship. However, there was a small part of you that had deeper feelings for him, though when he stated he wanted to just be friends you smiled and went along with it.

You were on Super Junior’s south American tour and had just finished styling his hair and makeup, he had you in stitches with lame little jokes that everyone else didn't find funny, when your phone rang and you excused yourself to take the call.

When you finished the call, it was some wrong number you were about to go back into the dressing room when you overhear Leeteuk and Heechul talking in hushed whispers.

‘Why can't you just tell her that you have feelings for her and that you don't want to be just friends anymore,’ Leeteuk states.

You wondered who Leeteuk was talking about, did Heechul have a thing for another girl? You feel a pang of jealousy in your chest, but then the two of you were just friends and able to date other people though neither of you were in a relationship. Instead of walking in you press your ear to the door.

‘What if she doesn't feel the same way? We've been best friends since high school, I don't want to lose Y/N,’ Heechul says in a strained voice.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear the words leave Heechul’s lips, the lips you've only imagined kissing in your dreams. The girl Leeteuk and Heechul were talking about was you.

‘She feels the same way, it's obvious to everyone around here except you two. When you said you just wanted to be friends I saw something in her eyes that said she wanted to be more,’ Leeteuk answers honestly, and you were thankful Heechul was confessing his feelings to the leader who probably was the most mature member of the group.

Heechul sighs, ‘It's been years, how do you tell the girl you've been in love with since the first day of high school that you have more than a crush on her? I can't just go up to her and say 'Y/N will you be my girlfriend?'’

Before you knew what had taken over your body you pushed open the dressing room door taking both guys by surprise.

‘The answer to your question Heechul is yes...’

Leeteuk smirks and claps his hands together while Heechul stares at you with wide eyes and shock written across his face.

‘Err Y/N you heard that? Wait were you nosing on our conversation?’ he asks, shock in his voice.

‘Man, Y/N just said yes to being your girlfriend and you question her eavesdropping. Your priorities need a check-up,’ Leeteuk laughs.

You laugh at his statement, he had a fair point. You turn back to face Heechul who stands up and walks over to you. This had been the moment you'd been waiting for since you first laid eyes on this quirky boy.

Heechul wraps one arm around your waist pulling you towards him before cupping your chin and kisses you passionately. It takes your body a few seconds to adjust before you wrap both of your arms around his shoulders and kiss him back with equal passion.

Leeteuk coughs, ‘I hate to ruin this moment but we have to be on stage in five.’

You and Heechul pull away from your intense kiss and Heechul gives his leader and friend the finger making you laugh loudly. You both wait until Leeteuk leaves the room before either of you speak. Heechul opens his mouth first.

‘God Y/N I've loved you for years, now I get to finally call you mine,’ he gushes.

You blush, ‘right back at you. Now you have a show to do and can’t keep the fans waiting.’

Leeteuk kisses you on top of your head and pouts, so you poke his nose at this childish action, ‘I’ll be waiting here for you, I need to prepare for the onslaught of questions from the other members once Leeteuk spills his guts.’

Heechul smiles warmly at you, ‘What did I do to deserve a girl like you?’

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andthereisthatspark · 2 years

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Processing the whole Ned thing

As someone’s who watched the Try Guys since their early days at Buzzfeed, to say that I’m sad and disappointed about this turn of events with Ned is truly an understatement.

When you watch these videos for so long, you feel like you know the Try Guys. Like you grew up with them.

I know it’s silly, but I’ve grown attached to them. When I’ve had a bad day or struggled with something in my own life, the Try Guys have always been there to make me laugh. It’s like having that one funny friend you can go to when the world lets you down.

So when I heard about Ned, my heart dropped into my stomach. The shock set in. And then I felt it. The stages of grief and hurt.

How could this happen?? Why do I feel this way? Like I’ve been personally let down or hurt by someone I care about? Someone I trusted.

The thing is, I didn’t know how much I relied on these videos and even particularly Ned until now.

It sounds ridiculous because they’re all human beings that make mistakes, but I had them all, Ned included, on a pedestal.

See, I grew up around one of those dads that didn’t give a shit about his wife and kids. A narcissist who saw our only worth as making him look good for achieving the American Dream. Who religiously talked shit about his whole family but then smiled in people’s faces and shook their hands at church.

So when you grow up around that, around a man who would see women on the news on tv and say “they probably brought it on themself,” a guy like Ned, who seemed to truly appreciate and adore his spouse and children, was a breath of fresh air.

It was a reminder of what I could one day have. A possibility of things to come.

A reminder that some guys out there actually DO value their family. That they ARE grateful for the lives they have. That they DON’T see their loved ones as failures or disappointments or something to be ashamed over.

So when I watched Ned go on about his wife and kids, he became an inherent favorite for me. A hope for the future.

(Don’t get me wrong- I love Eugene, Keith, and Zach too and obviously still do; I’m just explaining my connection here.)

So when I found out about what happened- it wasn’t just shock I felt- it was a feeling of loss.

I mean, the guys lost their business partner and best friend, and I can’t even begin to compare my feelings to theirs, but somehow, here I am playing breakup songs in the car.

See, Ned cheating on his wife shattered that image in my head for future. Just completely destroyed it.

And as someone with a history of being cheated on and date rape, I didn’t realize how badly I needed that dream, that someday someone would love and accept me for me, warts and all, and be proud of me, until it was shattered.

So all that’s to say this:

1. I wanna thank the Try Guys for their honesty, sincerity, and being candid in dealing with this whole thing. It reminds me of why I’ve been such a big fan for so long.

2. Ned- I don’t know what drove you to do what you did, but I hope you see the outright destruction you caused.

You didn’t just hurt the ones around you that were supposed to mean the most to you- your friends, your family, your coworkers, your own business, your reputation- but you reminded those who were fans of yours just why it’s so hard to trust anyone.

Because a guy can say the right words and play the part and still choose to throw it away.

3. I’ve still got a lot of healing to do, and Ned’s behavior just helped reveal how far I still have to go. 🙃

But, ya know, there is no time table for trauma and healing isn’t linear.

I’ve been in therapy for almost two years and haven’t dated in three since my assaults- unfortunately it all just takes time and none of us have the answers.

My final statement is this- though I doubt the Try Guys will ever see this, I do hope they’ll take the time and healing that they need to grieve- whatever that may look like and whatever form that’s needed in.

Not that they need my advice, but as someone who’s been through a lot of pain and used overcompensating at work to try and deal with it, I’ve found nothing replaces time and healing.

#try guys #the try guys #ned fulmer #ned cheating #it’s been a process #I love the tri guys

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bookishgalaxies · 2 years

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Heya!

I was wondering if I could request a mayfield! Reader x Robin Buckley one shot where they’re at a party and the reader has a little too much to drink, and confesses their feelings for Robin, next day, turns out it wasn’t some drunk mistake, they actually meant it.

Love your stuff lovely! Thanks!

I love this request sm! You are my first request and thank you lots! 💕

The Party, the Punch, the Kiss, the Confession

pairing: mayfield!reader x robin buckley

general post info: oneshot, not proofread

warnings: drinking, love confessions (is that a warning??), mild cursing, a non-consensual kiss, fighting

summary: you would have never guessed that going to a store reunion party would result in you confessing your feelings for your crush.

a/n: please, I’ve had the biggest crush on Robin even before I knew I was omnisexual and now I get to write fanfic abt her!!!!! I’m in Heaven.

“Y/n, we have to leave now or we’ll be late!” Max yelled from across the house.

“I know, I know, I’m just putting on this last earring!” You called back, sticking the little pin in your ear.

Walking over to the mirror that hung on your door you examined yourself. Everything seemed to look good. You were in a casual summer outfit, and you had put on a smidgen of makeup.

You sprayed one spritz of your favorite perfume, grabbed your bag, then headed out of your room, closing the door behind you.

Walking out into the living room you saw your sister waiting by the front door impatiently. She saw you a burst out laughing.

“What is it this time?” You asked

“Your seriously wearing makeup.” She snorted

“Yes, yes I am.” You replied

“We aren’t going to prom, just to Steve and Robin’s stupid store party.” Your sister Max said, opening the door and heading out to the car.

“Funny, you were the one who begged me to drive you.” You called, closing the front door and locking it.

“I didn’t want to skateboard across town.” She said as you both got into the car.

Starting the car, the radio blasted Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill. You turned it down a bit, but kept it at a decent volume. If there was one thing you and your sister agreed on, it was the best type of music and how loud it needed to be blared.

“Why are you all dolled up anyways?” She asked, turning the dial to lower the volume on the radio a tad.

“I’m not. I wear makeup on a daily basis.” You stated.

“Okay, yeah, but you never wear makeup, perfume, and jewelry. It’s always one of the three.” Max said.

“Well, it’s none of your business.” You quipped

“It’s because of Robin isn’t it.” She teased

You where silent for a second, then asked

“What do you mean?” You asked

“Oh come on Y/n, I see how you glance at her when she’s not looking. Oh, and how you laugh at every single one of her shitty jokes.” Max said

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You reply

“Hey, I totally support you, I mean, you are my sister so I kind of have to, but still, it’s kinda cool. “ she admitted

“Did you just say I’m cool?” You inquired, a fake gasp coming after your statement.

“I said the fact that you like girls was cool, not you.” She corrected.

“Geez, okay.” You said

“You asked.” Max mumbled.

“Fair.“ You admitted

“She likes you too you know.” Max stated

“What?” You blurted out

“She likes you too?” Max said, annunciating every syllable.

“Liar.” You said

“I heard her talking you Steve about a girl with beautiful (y/e/c) eyes that she liked.” Max layed out her evidence.

“And?” You questioned

“And, I heard her say the girl she likes always laughs at her jokes.” Max added on.

“That still doesn’t mean it’s me!” You laughed, even though here was no joke.

“You. Are. So. Oblivious. You’re the only girl Robin knows that has (y/e/c) eyes and laughs at all her jokes.” Max stated

“I’m sure plenty of girls laugh at her jokes, they’re hilarious.” You defended.

“Her jokes are shit.” Max replied

“They are not!” You exclaimed

“See, you are the only person that thinks that.” Max says

“Well, whatever, it doesn’t even matter.” You said dismissively.

Max gave you a side glance, rolled her eyes, then turned the radio back up.

You two arrived at the VHS store 10 year anniversary party just as Max’s friend’s rose up on their bikes. Your sister hopped out of the car and walked over to the group of boy plus Hopper’s daughter.

You got out of the car and locked the door. Observing the cheap decorations put up outside for the store’s 10 year anniversary.

Walking inside, you noticed the place wasn’t crowded but there was a handful of people. The owner of the shop was working the register and a few other employees were helping some costumers. You looked around for Steve and Robin and saw them in the back next to a table of snacks.

You made a beeline for the food, giving them a quick wave then grabbing a bag of chips and opening it.

“Ya see, I can’t pull any girls if we are next to the snack table. We all know women have one true love, food.” Steve complained, gesturing to you.

“Have you considered that maybe you need to up your game?” You asked, joining standing beside them.

“Have you considered that maybe I tried that.” He said to you.

“The other day I saw him trying to quote Shakespeare to a girl.” Robin told you, a small smile on your face.

You laughed a genuine laugh. Breathing in a gasp of air after you where done. Your nose was filled with Robin’s flower scented perfume. You wanted to breath in again just to smell the sweet smell again, but you realized that might have been weird.

“Stevie, I thought we went over how weird it is quoting a 16 year old boy who killed himself for a 13 year old girl.” You teased him

“Hey, at least that kid got the girl, that’s more than I’ve done in the past 7 months.” He said.

You snorted.

“Y/n, are you wearing lipstick?” Robin asked, turning to face you fully.

“Yes, I, Y/n L/n am wearing lipstick, the horror.” You deadpanned.

“It looks nice on you.” Robin commented

Steve made a fake puking noise.

“Get a room.” He said

“It was one compliment.” Robin stated.

“He’s just bitter because a girl hasn’t told him his hair looks nice today.” You joked

Robin laughed and your ears were filled with the most melodic sound.

“What is today? Make fun of Steve day?” Steve asked

“Nope, that’s everyday.” Dustin said, cutting in.

“Not these little shits, who invited them?” Steve groaned.

“Hey, I thought we were best bro’s?” Dustin asked, a fake hint of offense coming from his voice

“Just because we saved the world twice together doesn’t mean we are best bro’s.” Steve explained.

“I think that’s exactly what that means.“ You agree with Dustin.

-☾❣︎☽-

As the night progresses you move around throughout the store. Talking with other movie lovers who have been coming to this place since it opened. You liked hearing them talk about their favorite movies and why they were so drawn to them. You shared your love for movies as well to others, and even made friends with an older lady who was sisters with one of your favorite actresses. To top it all off the fruit punch they had out was the best fruit punch you had ever tasted. There was something different about it that you couldn’t quite describe, but whatever it was, it was delicious.

Look at the new releases at the front of the store, you scanned for the new movie you had been waiting to come out on tape. Suddenly you heard footsteps from behind you, then an unfamiliar spoke.

“Haven’t seen you around here.”

You turned around and where met with the gaze of a guy. You wouldn’t call him a man, neither a boy. He looked to be about 18 and was wearing a leather men jacket from the local high school. You had seen him before, he was the captain of the basketball team.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t get out much.” You joked.

“Jason.” he said, holding out his hand.

“Y/n.” You said, you didn’t shake his hand. You didn’t like how close he was standing to you.

“You like movies?” He asked you, stepping even closer

“Uh….yeah…you could say that.” You replied, feeling very uncomfortable. You wanted to step back, but the New Releases display was behind you, blocking your path.

“What do you say we watch one together sometime, Y/n.” Jason, the guy, proposed, only inches away from your face.

You had to refrain yourself from cringing. At both his bad breath and his horrible flirting skills.

“I’m okay, you know, I think I’m gonna go-“ You were cut off

Jason grabbed your face, and kissed you. To be honest, your brain malfunctioned. Your head was already cloudy and not working right, but now some random dude kissed you, without asking? What the hell was going on. In those few seconds you felt so overwhelmed. You tried to pull away but he had a strong grip on you. It was barely 25 seconds before something happened, but those 25 seconds felt like forever. His cologne. Was too strong, his fingers digging into your cheek and your arm hurt, a lot.

“Hey asshole, get your hands off of her.” Robin yelled, shoving Jason out of the way.

He got knocked to the ground, but the look on his face was furious.

“I don’t hit girls but-“ He was cut off by Steve throwing a punch down at his face, his head hit the floor with a loud thump.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Robin asked tentatively, looking at you with concern in her eyes.

You didn’t know how to respond, or what to do, so against your best wishes, you felt tears start to pour out of your eyes. Robin gripped your hand gently and led you to the back room of the store, closing the door behind you two and turning on the light.

“I’m so sorry he did that Y/n, I didn’t even know that shithead was here.” Robin apologized, looking upset.

“I-it’s okay, n-n-not your fault.” You spluttered out

“Hey, would it help if I gave you a hug?” She asked, her voice calm and gentle.

“S-sure.” You mumbled.

She embraced you and you had never felt more comforted in your life. You felt your heart starting to slow down, and your tears stopped. She held you for a few minutes, rubbing circles on your back and telling you it was going to be alright.

You both pulled away and she looked at you. Your eyes met, and you wanted to believe there was love in her’s, but you were drunk, what did you know. Your thoughts raced, there where so many things you wanted to say.

“I want to kiss you.” You blurted out, instantly you regretted it. Crap, crap, crap, that damn punch!

“E-excuse me?” Robin stuttered

You sighed, it was already out there, there was no denying it.

“Robin, I like you, like a lot.” You confessed.

“Yeah, as a friend.” She laughed, it sounded a bit bitter though.

“No, as a potential girlfriend.” You corrected.

“You’re drunk.” She said sadly.

“No, I’m in love, with you.” You said

“Y/n, let’s get you home. You’ve had a little too much punch.” She said, shaking her head, taking your hand, and heading leading you out to your car.

-☾❣︎☽-

You woke in the morning to the bright sunlight pouring in your window. The headache you had was worse than anything you had ever felt before. You groaned, and cursed the sun for being so bright. As if all at once, pieces of memories came back when you thought of what you did last night that would cause such a headache.Solid coherent thoughts of events the last night where slipping through your hands faster than water. Oh shit, you had to call Robin, now.

You got up, a little light headed at first, but that didn’t matter. You raced to your house phone and as quick as you could with a horrible hangover dialed her number. One ring, two rings, three rings, she wasn’t going to answer.

“Hello?” You hear a familiar voice say.

“Robin.” You said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Y/n.” She replied

“What happened last night? I remember but and pieces, but it’s all so foggy.” You asked

There was a long pause before she said.

“You had a little too much punch, some asshole kissed you, and I brought you home.” She summarized.

“Did I say anything stupid while I was drunk?” You asked, hoping what you thought might have happened happened last night.

“You, well, you said something to me, but it’s not a big deal.@ Robin mumbles out an answer.

Oh shit

“What did I say?” You questioned, your worse fear only moments away from coming true.

There was a long pause, gosh it felt like eternity.

“Yousaidyouwereinlovewithme.” Robin blurted out too quickly for you to understand

“Huh?” You asked, needing her to repeat herself.

“Y-you….said you were uhm….inlovewithme, but you were drunk so it doesn’t even matter. Besides, I mean, you probably have a boyfriend or have another guy on your mind who you just Whalen’s told m-.” You cut her off, not letting her finish her rambling.

“Robin, I don’t know about love just yet, but I do like you, a lot.” You told her, a soft smile on your face.

“You mean like, as a best friend?“ She inquired quickly, you almost didn’t catch her words.

“No, I mean as like, a potential girlfriend.” You corrected.

“Oh.” She breathed out.

“I hope this doesn’t mess up our friendship.” You say after a few seconds.

“I like you too Y/n, like a lot.” Robin said calmly.

“Really?” You asked

“Yeah. I mean, for starters you’re beautiful, funny, and you actually laugh at my jokes.” She said

“Does this mean that we’re, dating?” You asked

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” Robin asked you

“Of course.” You replied.

“Then I yes, this means we are dating.” Robin stated.

“Steve’s gonna flip when he finds out you pulled a girl before he did.” You joked

“Oh my gosh he will, I have to tell him. We should all meet up and see that movie you’ve been talking about for the past few weeks. Would 7 work?” She rambled off the proposal.

“7 would be great.” You said

“It’s a date!” She exclaimed, and hung up the phone.

—————-🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔—————

I’m too tired to add tags, that sounds like a morning me problem lolz.

Thanks to all for reading.

#stranger things👽

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thesecretcornerintheroom · 2 years

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Simple Is Sometimes Better Part II

(Angst/Fluff once again)

Hope you guys like lt💕

As I got in the car, I refused to take a minute to myself only because I could have sworn I heard Caleb calling my name. “Y/N, WAIT. " His voice sounded distant as he started to drive away. Looking in the review mirror, I saw him with his hands over his head, looking defeated. The sight almost broke my heart to see him look like that. Him..what about me…I spent half my life liking him to help plan a fantastic date with the local town, Sweetheart Mariah.

I feel hurt, hurt at the fact that I thought I deserved that type of love, broken at the fact that I let my guard down, hurt at the fact that I felt I deserved him. My eyes started to get blurry, and the only thing that was keeping me calm was the fact that I was driving soon as I pulled up in my front yard. I locked the car and ran into the house. I didn’t have to worry about anybody being home. It was the middle of the day, so no one was going to try to make small talk with me as soon as I walked through the door or saw the fact that I was crying like a baby and asked me what was wrong.

Once in the house, I did the most sensible thing I could think of, and that was to cry in my room. I called for what seemed like hrs, to the point my tears stained my pillow. Once I felt like tears did nothing for me, I decided to take a shower and turn on music to distract myself—Beyoncé, Mint Condition, Drake, even Paramore, anything to distract me. Before I knew it, I was doing my hair, pulling out outfits for what I didn’t know. But I did know I had to get out of this house and out of my head. So I did the only thing I could think of that girl should do when she feels any form of rejection or fear, which is to call her girlfriend.

CALEB✨: CALLING

No…I don’t need him to say things to make it feel better. He knows, and I know I will always be little y/n, his best friend.

CALEB✨: CALL ENDED

“EW MICHELLE LEAVE YA LITTLE SISTER ALONE,” my friend Cassie said in a distressed tone. I’ve known Caleb all my life, but I’ve known Cassie just as long. Cassie was funny and blunt. She was an ambivert with no friends, but she liked it that way. Cassie was the only girl in this small town that liked me for me and not because I was friends with Caleb…She was the only girl in this town who didn’t want Caleb either. I wish I were lucky as her.“ Hey girl, wassup,” she said. “Do you think we can talk?” I said, voice scratchy from the crying and over-dramatic singing I had been doing in the past hours. “Sure, girl, what’s wrong,” she said, worried.

I told Cassie everything, even though Cassie already knew about my crush on Caleb. I told her about the planned date with Mariah and his needing my help somehow, which led to us making out. Me feeling like was humiliated because I agreed to the kiss, and the fact that I felt like I ruined our whole friendship. I explained how a part of me felt like I got rejected before I even gave him a chance to speak.

“Stop it right there, and I love you, so this is what I’m going to say. Your emotions and feelings are valid, but it doesn't seem like you are looking at the whole picture but only a part of it,” she said sternly, but sincerity was in each word. “Do I think Caleb has the IQ score of a penguin? Absolutely” This statement made me giggle. “But you didn’t let him speak. You ran away before he could say anything. Listen, I know how you are. Your going to walk around school and town acting like this doesn't hurt you, and you are going to pretend like it never happened because that's your way of keeping yourself safe.”

When Cassie said that, it stabbed my heart. If anybody could describe me, they would. Say I’m calm, mean, and, well, an introvert, I keep to myself, but that’s only because of how almost everybody in this town thinks they can butter me up to get to Caleb like I’m their golden ticket. Another reason I’m nonchalant and mean is that I don’t want to give anybody the chance to hurt me or to make me feel bad about how I look, it’s genuinely a coverup, and if you are one of my closet friends, then I never realized to just now…you can tell.

“Y/n, you are still strong if you show emotions. It’s okay. You are still strong if you feel those things and express them, and you are going to be okay if the ending turns out to be shit,” Said Cassie. I never told her, but she was the only person who understood me and didn't make me feel bad for feeling or projecting. “That being said, how about me and you go out tonight? Look fucking good! Collect some armor. Get drunk so that you can handle your battle tomorrow,” she said with a giggle.

“I would love that,” I said

Caleb✨: Can we talk?

Caleb: be fr you ran away from me now your not answering the phone!

Please don't ask me how I got here. I'm standing in the middle of the club in a black leather mini-dress with some combat boots and a killer red lip and trying to convince myself to have fun. I was at the bar, no gauging me and Cassie drinks. We were currently at Club blue, a teen club, you have to be 16+ to get in, and the age limit stops at 24. Club blue is one of the hottest clubs in our town, and usually, if you’re not shopping, eating, watching a movie, or skating, you are at Club Blue on the weekend.

6 MISSED CALLS: From Caleb✨

“Y/n, come on,” Said Cassie grabbing my arm and pulling me out to the dance floor. “Pain is temporary, but fun moments can last a lifetime,” she said, making me smile.

We started to Dance the entire night. The Dj was playing artists for everybody to enjoy. Nicki Minaj, Brockhampton, Frank Ocean, Future. With every artist and every song, I was losing myself more and more. Maybe it was the drinks or the fact that Cassie was encouraging me, or perhaps I was going out of my way to put my life on pause for a while. But my body felt hot and tingly. It also felt at ease for a little bit. “Okay, you all, it's getting close to. The end of the night, so we're going to slow it down,” said the DJ. “Hey girl, I’m finna go to the Bar and get another drink,” said Cassie.

Caleb✨: I need you to text me or something…anything.

“You lift my heart when the rest of me is down (never)You, you enchant me even when you're not around.”

I slowed down dancing and just listened to the music and swayed with my eyes closed, feeling the beat and words. As I listened to the lyrics, my body felt heavy; the songs were just a little too on-brand for what was going on with me.

I turned around and walked to the bar to Cassie.”Hey girl, I’m finna step outside for a minute for some air. I said, walking up to Cassie, who looked like she was flirting with the bartender. “Okay, ill come with you,” she said, stopping her conversation. “No, it's fine. I need a couple of seconds, and besides,” I said, leaning into her. “ it looks like you got some entertainment,” I said, giggling, kissing her cheek, and walking off.

Once outside, I felt the cold air hit my skin. I was shivering a little the inside of the club was warm from all the people dancing, not to mention the liquor in my system. Trying to refocus, I pulled my phone out of my purse.

“So Nice to see you’re okay,” said Caleb, standing in front of my car. He had his blue jeans and white shirt, which still had paint stains, and now a jean jacket was thrown on top, indicating that he hadn’t changed since I left his house. “You are stalking me now,” I said, listening to my slightly slurred voice. I hate that I sound not put together. I always make sure. I'm presentable. It ties into My persona and my look nobody has ever seen change, and I hate he gets to see me like this, slightly buzzed, emotional, stumbling over my words and feet…well, at least my outfit looks good.

“I don’t like doing shit like this; this whole situation has me stressed out. You got me stressed out,” he said, sounding angry and anxious. Me! I thought me! I have him stressed out, and I’ve had a crush on this guy since we were fucking kids, but I’m the problem, me! These thoughts rushed through my head. I was angry and scared all at the same time. “I’ve been calling you and texting you you’re not picking up; I drove around looking for you. I went by your house nobody was there. I had to see Cassie's story to know that you were out at fucking club blue.”

Dammit Cassie

Y/N why are you running from this whole situation? I do not understand! Caleb said as he pushed off the car and walked over to me.

He was in front of me, brooding with tense shoulders and a clinching jaw. His eyes didn’t hold anger though his eyes were confused and glossy. Now looking at him in this state, a part of me felt terrible. A portion of me felt small, fragile; at any moment, I could break, and the words that I wanted to say were for sure going to make me crack.

I can’t break in front of him like this. “Okay, how bout we relax I chuckled, exhaling a deep breath. I mean, you and I both know it was a kiss, nothing too crazy,” I said, voice dry and weak, trying to make myself believe it. Caleb, hearing those words, his face changed instantly. I could see him becoming colder and his Jaw clenching. ”Y/n, I know you don’t believe that if you did, we wouldn’t be here right now having this, this moment,” he said, voice stern grabbing my arms. I avoided eye contact, but that gesture made me look at him.

Why would he touch me and talk to me like he cares? He doesn't. If anything, he wants to be my friend. Friend, I’m so sick of that word. It can die in a hole, I thought, starting to tear up and looking into his eyes and him looking into mine while holding my arms.

How how do you know I’m playing…I mean, we’ve been friends since we were kids, and I have had a crush on you since then, and you could never tell I said with a shaky voice. She is making his face look sad. Do you know what it's like to be the for that everybody wants to be friends with cause she is friends with the #1 guy in town? So she sits back and hides because she knows that will never happen. Cause she knows that she doesn’t deserve that type

Of love or attention from anybody. When she knows that the perfect Mariah can get that and more! I said, raising my voice. I'm SO

SICK OF PLAYING IT SAFE WITH YOU, WITH BEING QUIET WITH YOU, WITH HELPING YOU WITH EVERY SINGLE NEW FUCKING GIRL CAUSE IT FUCKING HURTS! I say, screaming at the end. My voice came out rough between the sobbing and yelling. I don’t know when but our bodies became closer. My face was in his chest, sobbing, and he was hugging me with his arm wrapped around me in such a protective way.

Silence hung in the air. We could only hear the club music faintly, and the wind passed us.

“Y/n, I’ve been in love with you since I was 15,” said Caleb. This made me stop and push myself away from him to look at him. When I saw his face, it was sincere and honest.” you’re the only girl I knew my entire life that would be honest with me when I was fucking up. You were there for me when my parents went through a rough patch. You’re the only girl that comes to all my basketball games on and off the court. I don’t know if it was between the basketball games and my family stuff or even the walks home. All I could think about was how beautiful you looked when you smiled or even on a day when I could tell you wanted to shut everything out. You still looked terrific, and I don’t mean unique in appearance because you’re beautiful, and you always have been. I mean unique as in your spirit never dimmed; I think the reason I never said anything is because you are the only person in my life that I could say was there for me because of who I am and not what I can bring to this town and the school. Hence, every time I had those thoughts about you being beautiful when you smile or when I would look at your hips sway when you walk down the hallway, I ignored them because I rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

He felt the same way I felt…

I jumped into his arms and kissed him, which made him stumble a little bit, not expecting it. But I felt him moving us to the side of my car as we kept pecking. The pecking turned to a warm kiss. Quickly his lips were soft and firm, and his hands went from my mid back and trailed to my but. My hands went from his sides and trailed up to his neck and face. With this kiss, we said everything we wanted and didn’t say times 10. This Kiss felt different from the other one. This kiss felt complete.

#caleb mclaughlin imagine #caleb mclaughlin #imagine #plus size imagine #hope you guys like it #💕

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edsbacktattoo · 1 year

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interview questions!

tagged by the perfect and wonderful @skysofrey

1. Who would win in a fight- Dr.Phil or Oprah?

Oprah no doubt. Dr Phil is a wimp.

2. What is the significance of a piece of jewelry you own?

i own a lot of jewelry but my favourite is probably the necklace that my partner got me for our first anniversary. It’s a tiny and simple little crystal heart on a silver chain. super dainty and sweet. and now we’ve been together over 9 years :)

3. What’s your favorite cover song?

this cover of Britney Spears’s ‘Everytime’ by Ethel Cain. fuckin stunning

OR!!!

this cover of Smashing Pumpkins’s ‘1979’ by The Contortionist. either of these

4. If you were a Care Bear, what symbol would be on your stomach? I guess this question could also apply to if you were a My Little Pony

i fucking LOVE care bears this question was made for me (my faves are bedtime bear, wish bear and grumpy bear btw. if u even care)

i could be a funny guy and say that it would be a clown, probably. big red nose and all

but if i’m being serious it would be a realistic human heart i think!

5. If you could relive one day of your life, what day would it be?

probably the night that i saw Gorillaz live last year! i got the set list from that show and when i realised what it was my friend and i spun around hugging each other and sobbing while the stadium emptied. probably just that moment specifically <3

6. What is your favorite book and what are you currently reading right now?

my favourite book is Frankenstein! not reading anything at the moment because i’m trying my hardest to finish a fic and i don’t want anything to distract me until it’s done but i’ll be tackling some books soon

7. What’s the most embarrassing song you listen to?

being embarrassed about the music you listen to is DEAD!!!! love things with your whole chest because that’s what we’re put on this shitty planet to do <3

but in the spirit of making fun of myself, my most embarrassing song in my liked playlist is absolutely ‘Hero’ by Chad Kroeger from the spider-man soundtrack.

^^ this song’s pussy doth pop severely

8. What question do you never want to be asked again?

i can’t think of any questions, but i statement i’d be pleased to never hear again is this classic: “i can’t even draw a stick figure!” after i show someone my art. drives me up the wall i tell ya. there’s only so many ‘awww i’m sure you can! :)’s I’ve got in me and i’m running the hell out

9. What’s the craziest rumor you’ve heard of yourself?

nothing really outlandish, but someone started a rumour that i had a crush on one of my friends in high school. 🤷 i absolutely did not i thought he was smelly but eh what can ya do.

10. Does a horse go to heaven?

??? bitch i hope so???

11. Which of the 7 deadly sins best describes you?

wrath :)

12. Which would you rather have as a pet, a Vampire bunny or a rabid unicorn?

vampire bunny. i’d name her Elvira i reckon

13. If you were a famous rockstar, what would be something you’d always take with you on tour? Nothing boring like your phone

my framed picture of Kim Kitsuragi. he keeps me humble <3

14. Chunky or smooth peanut butter? What kind of jelly?

smooth, for sure. and i like strawberry jam a lot! that’s usually my go to for a pb&j

15. What is one thing you love about yourself?

my optimism! it’s a difficult choice to continue to make, but I make it every day despite the odds. i’m proud of myself for that.

16. If you were an animal what would you be?

fruit bat!!!!! I love fruit and love 2 scream <3

this was fun! :D i’ll no-pressure tag these angels:

@tisziny @vampirebutterflies @jellybeanium124 @ella-doe and you. yeah you. looking at this. yea. go on. do it. tag me so i can read your answers <3

#YIPPEEEE #kissing you and you and you #about me #tagged #💕✨#music

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pawsitively-clawful · 2 years

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For my first post on this side-blog, I bestow upon you all an inktober prompt. In writing instead of drawing :’)

Day 7 - Trip

A quick little Alistair x Warden thing. I took the word ‘trip’ quite physically literally for this, rather than the idea of an excursion... It’s just some casual comfort.

I yelp and extend my arms out, reaching out to grasp Alistair's back. It's a futile attempt, especially considering the only thing I would grab is his pack and the fact that I've been walking about two meters behind him. The mud greets me more fondly than I would've liked, as I slam into the ground. I instantly feel my clothes become wet - dirty.

I lift up my begrimed gloved hands and sigh. It would be pointless to try and wipe my face with those.

Luckily, I don't need to.

"Are you alright?" Alistair is swiftly before me. He cups my face and wipes the dirt from my cheeks, gently shifting it away from my eyes.

"Dirty," I grumble. My knees have a dull ache and I still feel the twist in my ankle from where the root caused my stumble.

He laughs. "Well, if that's all you are then nothing's really changed."

I sarcastically smile back at him and he reaches under my arms, hoisting me back up.

"Really, though," His tone softens, no longer as urgent as his first question or as amused as his previous statement, "Are you alright? You just landed flat on the ground. Do you need a rest?"

Through our silent travels, I've picked up many of his mannerisms. But in moments like these, I'm reminded of his more obvious behaviours. I watch his eyebrows crease in worry; his hands linger on me and vaguely brush me down, trying to maintain any sort of contact with me for any reason he can find. He looks me up and down but his eyes always stick around my face, waiting to take note of any change in my facial expression.

I giggle to myself. The only change in my face Alistair can note is that I've started to blush - taking explicit note of how deeply he cares for me is more than enough to cause that.

He sputters, "What? Did you hit your head? What's so funny? I'm not dirty too, am I?" Alistair checks himself up and down.

"No," I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lets out a pleased exhale. "I'm fine. I was just thinking about how you rescued me."

"Rescued you?" He snorts. "Makers Breath, if this is what you consider a 'rescue' I can't begin to consider what you think killing the Archdemon is."

"I tripped on something and you came to my rescue. It’s really quite simple.”

“As simple as killing an Archdemon?”

“The only one making that correlation is you, and only Andraste knows how you’ve reached it.”

#dragon age #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #alistair x warden #grey warden #inktober #i'll probably do a lot of alistair x warden. its me fav :')#drabble

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inkofamethyst · 2 years

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October 19, 2022

[May 5, 2019]

hey let’s play a fun game: you dare me to go to sleep and i do it in under five minutes

[today]

That was from an old old old draft but I think it’s relevant. Also what was I so tired for in May of my senior year? The show was done, no marching band.. maybe it was those four APs I took? I think AP tests happen around the first week of May?

UMM. Paradise Killer?? The premise of that game is actually insane. Like, insane in a way that I can’t even consider how someone would come up with it. I do kinda wanna play it now though. And by “play it” I of course mean “watch a lets-play” naturally.

A fairly famous comedian came to campus for a show a few days ago and he was not funny lol (and based on what I knew about him, I (and my parents) figured it was going to go that way). Like, the warmup acts had me in tears with laughter, and I sat through his whole set waiting for him to actually, you know, not rattle off jokes I’ve heard before??? Half of the jokes were unoriginal lines I’ve seen online elsewhere, and none of them made me laugh so hard my sides hurt. I smiled, I chuckled, I left feeling disappointed. I’ve gotten better comedy from college students, from middle school honors students who didn’t want to do classwork. They were all like, two sentence buildup followed by a punchline and then a non-sequitur to another joke with the same structure on a totally different topic. Good comedy has a flow to it, it’s in conversation with itself... This guy just stood there awkwardly at points and openly admitted that he was thinking of what to say next. Granted, I am not a comedian. Comedy was always difficult for me to really grasp in theatre, I couldn’t do it. But this man gets paid to be funny. So.

Speaking of non-sequiturs, I saw a tiktok about how some girl was reading her journal from senior year and she was so filled with despair during college app season that she expressed that the process needed to be outlawed and you know what?? I’m with her on that one. Barring the end of 2020/beginning of 2021 which was a nationally traumatic event compounded on top of some personal stuff, the college app season was probably the lowest I’ve ever been from a mental health standpoint over an extended period of time. I’m talking months of bleakness. Something has to change, but I sure don’t know what.

Nowadays I’m not feeling that same kind of despair, I’m just tired.

I did receive another soft rejection today (they weren’t taking another student) which I much prefer to paying an application fee and working on a personal statement and then receiving a rejection that I could not have done anything better to change. Also I wasn’t very heavily invested in the guy anyway, so I’m guuci. The other dude I could be interested in at that department looks too close to death tbh.

Also it’s actually really hard to try to “fill up” my schedule with classes in case I can’t TA. Like I’ll need two more “real classes” when I register in two weeks but I simply do not have the desire to ~think~. Maybe I’ll see if I can take a real bioanth class through the consortium. But then I’ll still need another option. Obviously I’m hoping my Master Plan works out, but I want a solid backup plan just in case, you know?

Last thing, I’m currently in the middle of CR C3E36 and I think it could be the best Critical Role episode I’ve seen yet out of all the campaigns. I’ve been so smiley, so giggly, so positively joyful this whole episode, I just feel fantastic. I’m having literally so much fun with this. And I mean, there have, of course, been great episodes in the past, but this is sort of like a major crossover event, like Avengers: Infinity War, just an overwhelming feeling of :D and I haven’t even finished the episode yet.

Today I’m thankful that I went to the anthropology meet and greet today!! Partly because there was food there and while I do have stuff prepared in the fridge, I also love getting free food, especially when it’s not pizza lol (not that pizza is bad, just that so many events serve pizza because it’s simple). Partly because I got to connect with some of the people in my classes and they’re really cool! Partly because I got to connect with a professor for whom I would like to TA next semester, and I should be able to get a good section for that (aka not the 8 am ones). I’m also thankful for my mom, like so so so thankful and I hate the fact that I can be so neurotic but UGH I’m just so thankful that she cares for me enough to not turn me away or shut down my feelings. I’m also thankful that my ecoanth prof and my archaeology prof canceled class tomorrow (two class day!!)! I’m thankful that my presentation in archaeology went well (I think I might’ve almost convinced my prof that I didn’t do the readings the night before (but also he’s not the type of guy to care even if I did)). Last but not least, I’m thankful to finally have finished twisting my hair. As cute as the headscarf looked, it was getting a little old. I just wish sometimes that my hair didn’t shrink up so much, but ultimately I don’t mind because a) I have hair and b) I can do a lot with it and c) it’s relatively healthy. Lots of things to be thankful for today.

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platoniclokiimagines · 2 years

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ok im gonna spam ur inbox bc i have so many ideas. hurt/comfort with loki finding reader passed out from overworking themself??

A/N: Please enjoy some ridiculous shenanigans because I need to know if this is as funny to everyone else as it was to me while writing it.

WC: 1264

Rating: G

TW: None

You woke up extremely dazed and confused, having no memory of falling asleep in the first place. You remembered that you’d been working on… something or other. Training, maybe? Or were you just practicing with your powers. The days had all been blending together so completely recently that you honestly couldn’t remember what you’d been doing when you… dozed off? Is that what had happened?

You went to sit up, and found a blanket draped over you, and your brow furrowed. You’d definitely not had a blanket with you before. That much you did know. You shrugged your shoulders to yourself and heaved a sigh, moving to throw the blankets off of yourself when someone spoke, suddenly enough to startle you.

“Not so fast.”

You looked across the room to see Loki sitting in the chair for their desk, though they’d turned it around so they could face you, and it was only then that you realized that you were in Loki’s room. That was absolutely not where you’d been before. You needed to get to the bottom of things, fast.

“…what’s going on? Why am I in here?” you asked, rubbing the last of the sleepiness from your eyes, though you were still so tired that it did little to make you feel any less drowsy.

“Why are you here? Because I found you passed out in the training room.”

Now that Loki mentioned it, you could remember that you’d been working on some new spells that you’d learned recently, trying to perfect them before the next time that you went on a mission. You just wanted to make sure that you were in the best shape possible, so you could prove that you were still a valuable asset to the team, if you were fresh to the team.

“…passed out? That sounds a bit dramatic,” you argued, though you knew Loki was probably right. You’d been going a little overboard with learning new spells, often staying up all hours of the night to read over books and make notes, and then of course there was the whole ordeal of practicing them and then making sure you could do them without your notes, and then making sure they were second-nature. And all that was already on top of all your other chores and responsibilities that you had, both for yourself and for the Compound. But really, you thought you’d been handling everything pretty well. You’d even been getting a good four hours of sleep, most nights.

“Yes, passed out and no, it isn’t dramatic if it’s the truth. When’s the last time you slept?” Loki was still watching you judgmentally from their chair, arms crossed over their chest as they raised a single eyebrow in what you thought was the best scathing look they could manage with you.

You grinned cheekily in response. “Just now.”

Loki heaved the heaviest sigh you thought you’d ever heard in your life, dragging a hand down their face. “Let me phrase this a little differently. When’s the last time you got a proper night of sleep. Meaning more than a couple of hours.” They fixed you with another look that made you realize they were much more aware of your poor sleeping habits of late than you’d realized.

“Ah… Well, you see, I…” You hesitated, truly unable to remember when you’d last slept a full eight hours, or even a meager six. “I’ve been managing really well with just four a night, for a while…?” Your defensive statement came out more question than convincing argument, and you could tell Loki didn’t buy it either.

“Right. And the last time you had a meal that wasn’t a protein bar or energy drink?”

Busted again. You all but lived on a combination of either of those for meals for at least a couple of weeks now, and you were starting to realize just how much of a mistake that might have been. You couldn’t even come up with a viable argument, so you just looked up at Loki sheepishly, suddenly fighting the urge to bury your head under the covers.

“That’s what I thought. Since you want to act like a child, you’re being treated like a child until you can prove to me that you know how to take care of yourself.” They pointed to the bedside table, where you were surprised to see a sandwich and bag of chips waiting for you, along with a juice box. Cute. “Eat.”

“I’m not hungry, I just woke up.” It was a weak argument, and you both knew it.

“If you don’t feed yourself, I will magick you into a Y/N-sized high-chair and handfeed you myself.”

That might have been the funniest threat you’d ever heard in your life.

“Actually, that sounds kind of fun, do it,” you challenged, even though you were already dutifully picking the plate up and setting it in your lap. You were too tired to deal with Loki actually making you sit in a high-chair. And you knew they’d do it, too. That seemed like too much of a fuss.

“Next time I find you passed out, I won’t hesitate to,” Loki declared, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” You took an over-exaggerated bite of your sandwich, chewing slowly as you thought. “What’s next, are you going to instate Y/N Nap Time?”

“Actually, yes.” Loki said it so flippantly that you had to look over at them to try and decipher if they were teasing or not. You still couldn’t tell, and you really didn’t want to test the theory.

“Look, I’ll be better about getting sleep, I just… I really wanted to work on some new spells, and in the process I-”

“Overworked yourself to the point of complete and utter exhaustion, and then continued anyway until your body literally betrayed you and shut down?”

Harsh.

True, but harsh.

You said nothing in response, starting to feel a little guilty about it, if only because you knew Loki was coming from a place of concern, a notion that was solidified when Loki speak again.

“I just worry about you, Y/N. I, of all people, know how… demanding magick can be. I know the toll it takes on you physically and mentally and emotionally. You have to take care of yourself first. If you don’t do that, none of the rest of it matters.” They softened as they spoke, and you were in full regret mode now.

“…I guess I did get a little carried away with…” You gestured a hand weakly. “…everything. But I really do promise I’ll do better. Er, try to.”

Loki nodded and shifted in their chair a bit. “…you scared me to death, you know? Thought something had gone wrong and you’d…” They trailed off, and then shook their head as if to clear it. “No matter. You’re fine now. And you’ll do better now. Yes?”

If there was one thing you couldn’t stand, it was disappointing Loki. You nodded immediately.

“Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. Pinky swear, even, if you want.” You nodded sagely, and grinned around the straw of your juice box as Loki rolled their eyes and smiled, as well.

“Alright, alright. Point taken.” They were silent for a moment, and you waited, just knowing they were sitting on a quip. “Now, tell me. Does wittle baby Y/N want a lullaby when you lay back down for a nap?”

The baby voice alone was enough to make you want to throw every single pillow on the bed at them.

#Loki imagine #platonic Loki imagine #Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Loki x reader #platonic!loki x reader #themagnificentmx #ask #answered #shenanigans #hurt/comfort #fluff #this might be more fluff than hurt comfort but i tried my best #thank you for the ask!

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beann-e · 3 years

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Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

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itsnsfwalways · 3 years

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Edge Of My Seat

warnings: female reader, mean dom! mgg, degradation (like.... really intense humiliation and ownership talk), slight daddy kink, exhibitionism, overstimulation, choking, squirting, deep subspace, branding (oops), fluffy aftercare (quite a bit of tears oops again)...... i think that’s everything. good luck.

prompt from the lovely @slutforthegubes / @spencersbed (literally one of my favs): i was thinking maybe a fic where you and him are out with the cast but you keep teasing him. when he almost cums his pants is when he decides enough is enough. he makes up an excuse for y’all to leave. the whole car ride home he edges you. once y’all get him he takes you over his knee and spanks you. after he deems fit, he overstimulates you and makes you beg for him to fuck you. when he does finally fuck he absolutely rails you. afterwards he gives you aftercare. he puts lotion on any marks, cleans you up, cuddles you and makes sure you are okay.

A/N: the fact that this has taken me a month to write..... i’m so sorry bre LMAO. i hope you enjoy and that it hits all the right spots !

See, it wasn’t necessarily your fault that you were riled up. Matthew didn’t touch you once this morning, besides a few kisses and your morning cuddles, of course, but no funny business whatsoever! You knew that you were meeting the crew for lunch later today, and made it your mission today to show him what he’s missing.

“Come on, baby, right here,” he whispers to you, touching your waist as if you were a flower ready to break while he guides you into the table, sitting next to you and immediately putting a hand on your thigh, unable to go a few minutes without any physical contact.

A whimper almost escapes your throat at the touch, so worked up over, what, not getting off before noon? God, who have you turned into? Shaking your head from side to side to clear your thoughts, you turn your attention over to Matthew, who’s already ordering you two drinks, his left hand moving in the air as he speaks to the waitress while his right thumb continues to rub small circles into your thigh. Your eyes zero in on his gorgeous hands, because, wow. His long, skillful fingers didn’t even have to be near you and you turned into a sex-deprived slut around him, only wanting one thing.

You turn your body more towards Matthew, sliding your hand under his shirt to rub his back while your other sneaks around the front, softly tracing over his stomach. He hums, glancing over to you before squeezing your thigh, thinking you just wanted some affection right now, but his eyes harden when he feels you trace his happy trail, just barely touching the skin but it’s enough to make him inhale sharply, covering it up with a cough.

“What are you doing?” Matthew lowly asks, his nails beginning to dig into your thigh, sending goosebumps down your arms in excitement. You shrug, slowly bringing a finger down to trace across his hip, going across his inner thigh to ghost across his growing bulge. You do your best to cover up the smirk crawling on your face but you catch Adam’s eye when you look away, blushing when he says loudly, “Hey! What kinda funny business are you two doing?”

“You wish, Rodriguez,” you laugh, placing your hand on top of Matthew’s bulge and looking back to him, raising your eyebrows to see if he’s okay with it. And of course he is, but you were breaking the rules, and you knew he was going to make you pay for it when you got back. Perfect.

Palming him slowly, you watch as he stutters his way through ordering for the both of you, knowing you’ll be able to see the indents from his fingernails for at least a day with how hard he’s gripping you. You hand your menu over to him with a completely innocent look on your face, and can feel him twitch underneath you when he takes it with clenched teeth, handing it over to the waitress with a tight, “thanks.” Sweeping a hand through his hair, he moves his eyes over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Better stop now, little girl. You’re already in for a punishment for being such a greedy mess while I’m trying to enjoy lunch, don’t want to make it worse by continuing it, hmm?” When he pulls back, you bite your lip to attempt to contain your smile as you shake your head slowly back and forth, beginning to unzip his pants extremely slowly, not breaking eye contact with him. His bottom lip finds itself between his teeth as he stares down at you, not being able to smack your inner thigh because he was literally right across from his friends, and more importantly, his coworkers.

He lets go of your leg finally, grabbing his glass and gripping it with more force than necessary, his blood boiling at the sheer disobedience you were showing him. Deciding the best option for him would be to ignore you, he begins talking to AJ about something random, you honestly could care less, but decide two can play at this game. Tracing him through his underwear, his cock very distinguishable, you turn your attention to Paget, noticing Matthew’s eyes flit to yours when you begin speaking.

“Thank you for those flowers you sent us the other day, I meant to have him tell you,” gesturing to Matthew, squeezing him harshly through the fabric at the same time, “They were gorgeous, have them as our kitchen centerpiece now.” Paget laughs with you, taking a sip from her glass.

“Of course! I’m glad you like them. It feels like forever since I’ve seen your pretty face, your man likes to hide you quite a bit you know,” she points, squinting her eyes at Matthew, who just shrugs, looking briefly over at you. “You need to bring her out to hang with us more, I’m getting bored of just you.”

You laugh out loud at this, but catch yourself before you can really start digging your own grave. You watch him roll his eyes, fake laughing which sends Paget into another fit of giggles, while you just continue to pet him through his clothes, not stopping as the food is dropped off in front of you, Matthew sending the waitress a tight lipped smile as he shoves a bite of food in his mouth, giving him an excuse to groan deeply, the sound going straight to your clit. He refuses to make eye contact with you as he mumbles out, “This food is so good,” not even acknowledging your hand on top of him. Alright, fine.

Your hand finally wraps around his cock, pulling him out of his underwear and watching with a small grin as his lips part and he takes a slow breath out while staring down at his food. Feeling him twitch in your hand, you take it as a sign to begin slowly pumping up and down, taking your time to swipe your thumb across his tip everytime you reach the top. One hand snaps down to meet your thigh under the tablecloth, squeezing hard enough that his fingertips go white from the pressure, while the other moves down his face to hide his mouth, eyes darting across the table.

“Hey, Matthew, did you ever get that script I sent over your way? What did you think of it?” Paget asks, both yours and Matthew’s heads snapping her direction. You turn back to look at him, eyes twinkling with mischief as you put a fake innocent look on your face.

“Oh? I never heard about a script, what’s it about, babe?” You ask sweetly, biting your tongue between your teeth to keep from laughing at his reaction when you squeeze the base of him and he jumps up. His eyes flash dangerously towards you and you feel his nails dig into your thigh before he clears his throat to answer.

“Yeah, I-I did look it over, the Horse Girl one, yeah?” Matthew stutters, turning his head back to Paget and running a hand through his hair. She nods and you make eye contact with her, winking before moving your attention back to Matthew, who, unsurprisingly, refused to look back at you.

“I think it might be a good... a good fit,” he pauses in between his words, eyes slipping shut for only a moment, which fed your ego nicely. “Should be easy to just be an idol of someone, plus my only ‘big’ scene would be having sex with her, so,” he shrugs, picking up his glass to take a swig as your hand stops its movements. Paget’s eyes meet yours and you can tell she’s just as confused as you are by his statement.

“Alright, player, not in front of your lady,” Shemar laughs, gesturing to you and sending Matthew a questioning look. You turn your head back to him and begin pumping him again, much faster this time.

“Ouch,” you say plainly, swiping your thumb over his tip to collect some of the precum gathered there. Slowly bringing it back to your lips, you nonchalantly suck it into your mouth, not breaking eye contact as Matthew’s hips buck up into the air. His lips part, eyebrows raising as he grows even harder, watching your wet thumb slide out of your mouth seductively. His jaw tightens, a vein popping out in his neck when he brings his arm around you, pulling you closer next to him and making it look as if he’s kissing your head to apologize. His tight voice sends shivers down your spine when he whispers,

“If you don’t stop right fucking now, Y/N, I swear to god, I’m going to bruise you purple.”

Pulling away, he watches through clenched teeth as you return your hand to his cock, leaning up to ‘kiss his jaw’, but really muttering, “That a promise or a threat, sir?”, squeezing hard around his base. Your other hand moves to go underneath his shirt, scratching your nails down his back.

Matthew let’s out a harsh cough at that, licking his lips before pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, and biting, his hand slipping to your waist to pinch the skin there. Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth, you move your attention to your food as you begin to pump your hand faster, trying as hard as you can not to move your shoulder and give the two of you away.

Matthew grips onto your side harshly, squeezing the extra pudge on your body in his hands so roughly you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow. His spine was tingling, with pleasure, anger, frustration, and frankly, complete shock. He knew you were far from innocent, but exhibition was normally his thing.

Feeling him beginning to pulse in your hand, you start to speed up your hand once more before it’s completely ripped away from his lap, and you watch with a smirk as he stuffs himself back inside his pants, the veins in his shaking hands prominent from how tightly he’s had them in fists or grabbing you.

“Guys, I’m so sorry, there’s an emergency at home that Y/N and I have to go take care of, I hate to leave but we need to go, now,” Matthew stands up, taking your jacket off your seat and directing his last words towards you, nostrils flared in anger as he manages to keep a smile in his face. You try to suppress your grin as you stand up, waving goodbye to everyone quickly as Matthew grabs your wrist and pulls you away.

“Sorry guys, someone’s a little frustrated today,” you call out to them, your laugh being cut short by a sharp gasp when Matthew digs his nails into the inside of your wrist. He definitely shouldn’t be playing with you like this in public but, fuck, you always had to cross the line didn’t you. As soon as you’re out of everyone’s vision, he places a strong hand on the back of your neck, similarly to how you’d pick up a kitten by their scruff.

“You are so fucking lucky we are in public and with my goddamn friends right now or you would be bent over that table in two seconds. Who the fuck do you think you are, almost making me cum where you could be photographed and the whole world would know my girl is a fucking misbehaving cockslut. How embarrassing would that be for me?” You suck in a sharp breath of air at his words, barely registering you’ve made it to the car before he’s ushering you inside, shutting the door behind you and making his way to the drivers seat. Buckling your seatbelt slowly, you begin to rethink everything you did tonight, maybe you went a bit too far. Trying to gain any brownie points, you whisper out, “I’m sorry, sir,” but this just sets him off even more.

His fingers tighten against the wheel as he pulls out of the parking spot, refusing to make eye contact with you. The truth is, he was so fucking close and one move could have him cumming in his pants. But he decides to have a little fun with you instead, after all, you were still being a naughty little girl just asking to be punished. His hand reaches down to grip your inner thigh, fingers pressing into the skin harshly, light scratches coming from his nails digging into your skin. “I think you’re sorry you didn’t get to see me finish, but my good girl would never do something like that, you know who would though?” He pauses to smack your thigh once, quickly, before massaging the reddened area afterwards. You clear your throat before muttering out, a soft, “who?”

“A filthy whore would. But you’re not a filthy whore, are you? Are you, Y/N?” He pushes, smacking your inner thigh once more. You try to clench your legs together but Matthew pulls them apart quickly, gasping when his nimble fingers tug your thong down your legs, lifting your butt up to allow him to slide it off of you. He bunches the fabric up in his hands, and you can’t even start to answer his question before the lacy underwear is pushed into your mouth. He finally looks over at you, your wide eyes staring back at him while you force your hands to stay at your sides, feeling the way his fingers trace shapes along your thigh. “Since you don’t want to answer, I guess you are, which is such a shame. Here I was thinking I could let you cum, but if you’re just here for my pleasure,” he pauses to tut at your whine of protest, “I’ll just use you for me. Spread your legs.”

The harsh command parts your legs instantly, your pussy clenching around nothing but the cool breeze that hits it when your skirt shifts up your leg. You watch as Matthew slips his middle two fingers into his mouth, eyes focused on the road as he wets the digits. He pulls them out after a few seconds, leaving the trail of spit connecting his lips to his fingers as he leans forward to spit harshly onto them, bringing his dripping hand over the center console to land directly on your pussy. His fingers immediately move to collect your wetness before beginning to massage very slow circles around your clit, not allowing you to have him where you really want him.

“Listen closely, you fucking slut,” Matthew spits, glancing over for only a second to make sure you’re looking at him- as if you could be looking at anything else. “You’re not going to cum until I tell you to. I don’t want to feel you fluttering around me, no squeezing my digits, because that means that I would be pleasing you, correct?”

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth with furrowed eyebrows, nodding slowly and attempting to say, “Y-yes, sir,” but your words come out garbled from the makeshift gag. Matthew’s middle finger trails down to trace your weeping hole, tapping lightly on the wetness surrounding his favorite place.

“I’m not here to please you, stupid girl. I’m not here for you to play with, I’m not here for you to toy with, and I’m definitely not here to give filthy whores what they want. Have I made myself clear, or does my dumb little cockslut need to learn her place?”

Chills run down your body at his words and you can’t help the whimper that comes out, having to tighten your hands in fists to stop yourself from clenching, knowing that he’d be able to feel it. Your head tilts to the side to look out the tinted window, hearing Matthew laugh at your reaction, before feeling his finger slip barely inside you, shallowly fucking you so it only just passes his first knuckle.

You sharply inhale through your nose when a second finger breeches you, the two fingers beginning to massage the inside of you, rubbing against that one spot that has your legs shaking. You hum loudly, letting Matthew know that you’re close, but he only speeds up his digits, moving his thumb to rub circles against your clit, the sudden pleasure causing you to clench tightly around him. You can’t even begin to think of what you did wrong before his fingers are out of you and inside his mouth, sucking them deep into his throat to clean them of you, ignoring the harsh exhale you let out. He finally turns to you, laughing at the redness in your cheeks before taking out the panties from your mouth, slipping them into his pocket before he yanks you towards him by your throat, releasing it to slide his still-damp fingers past your lips. You do your best to give his fingers the best treatment you could, sucking them deep into your mouth while tracing your tongue in between them, your stomach swirling with need.

He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth and doesn’t give you anytime to catch your breath before your back is pinned to your seat and his hand is between your legs once more, slipping inside you easily and only curling faster into your g-spot when you moan loudly, your back arching against the arm on your chest, whining when his thumb returns to your clit, so on edge from this morning. He starts off by making small circles directly on your sensitive bud, ignoring your whining, before pulling his hand back and smacking your dripping sex, a loud moan filling the car.

“Tell me what you’re not going to do,” he demands, two fingers returning inside of you and immediately going to work while you try and think. Your mouth opens and closes as Matthew brings you closer and closer to the edge, watching you stay silent while your legs begin to shake. You gasp out, “Not going to c-cum, not going to,” clenching your fists as you interrupt your words with a sharp whine, unable to keep yourself from pulsing around him.

You almost shout ‘no!’ when he pulls his fingers out of you, but you aren’t even able to catch your breath before he’s going back and forth on your clit, watching you with his lips between his teeth as your breath stutters and your eyes roll into the back of your head, a pathetic, “please,” falling from your mouth. Matthew chuckles, moving his fingers to pinch your clit harshly.

“Who does this pretty pussy belong to? Remind me, darling.”

His even tone sends shivers down your spine as you pant out, “You, sir. It’s yours.” He hums, beginning his slow, circular movements once more. “That’s right. It’s mine, which means what? That I’m the one who controls when, and if, you ever come. I’m the one who decides what you receive, what you deserve, and when you deserve it. Do I need to repeat myself or does my dumb puppy understand?”

Your body thrashes in your seat as you nod quickly, trying to hold back as best you can. “Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours,” you repeat over and over, catching Matthew’s attention when he turns his head over to look at you. Pulling his fingers away from you, he places them in your mouth once more, his eyes moving back and forth between the road and your pretty face, tears already glistening in your eyes.

Removing them finally, he pats the side of your face twice, wipes his hand on his pant leg, and returns it back to the wheel, completely ignoring the panting girl in his passenger seat. He sniffs, trying to hide his grin as he asks, “You green, little love?” You nod immediately and repeat the color back to him, shifting in your seat, but stopping as soon as a hand clamps down on your thigh, pulling them apart. “You keep those there and shut the fuck up til we get home. I’ll deal with you then.”

It feels like forever til the car pulls into the driveway with a harsh stop, causing the seatbelt to dig into your neck slightly. Matthew scoffs when he notices you swallow and take a deep breath, mumbling out, “God, you’re pathetic, even my driving turns you on.” He runs a hand through his hair quickly, turning to you when you haven’t moved, nerves fizzing all throughout your body. “Out. Run along inside, little girl.” His voice dropped to a low, sturdy tone and sent a chill down your back, his eyes scarily calm as he stares you down. With shaky hands, you exit the car, rushing up the stone steps quickly while you mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to experience. The click of the door unlocking barely even registers when you here the familiar sound of the car door shutting, sending a rush of adrenaline through you. Toeing your shoes off at the door, you rush up the steps into the bedroom, almost feeling as if you’re being chased by a scary monster. Which, in a way, you kind of were.

You were just finishing hanging up your coat when Matthew walked inside the bedroom, leather shoes still on which you can’t help but lick your lips at. He just looked too good in them, mixed with the pale pink button up he put on this morning, his appearance alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. The expression he gives you let’s you know how much trouble you’re in, nothing but a simple smirk on his face while he methodically rolls up his sleeves. He motions you over with two fingers when he takes a seat on the chest at the end of your bed, which, to guests, looked fairly normal. You had come to learn, however, it served one purpose and one purpose only: the perfect place for him to sit while he spanked the living shit out of you. Hesitant steps brings you to stand in front of him, almost eye level with him when he takes your hips in his hands to force your body in between his spread legs. The silence in the air cuts through your body like a knife while he slowly unzips your skirt, watching as the fabric drops to the floor before glancing up at you. “Such a shame you couldn’t be good enough to keep your pretty little thong on until we got home,” he tuts, pulling the lacy black fabric from his front pocket to twirl it around in the air. Your face burns from the movement and he grins, hair wild around him making him look almost feral. Unhinged.

The underwear suddenly flies off of his finger and lands somewhere in the room, forcing your vision back up to his eyes. He reaches up with one hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, using it as an excuse to grip the back of your head with his fingers and yank you closer to him. A gasp is pulled from your lungs when Matthew tilts your head back, forcing your eyes to the ceiling so he can start biting down your neck. His teeth follow the artery down the side of your throat, pinching it just hard enough to make your pulse spike and he’s able to feel it on his tongue, the throbbing sensation going straight to his cock. He pulls away just for a second to murmur delicately in your ear, “Do you know how badly you’re about to get it, you filthy, fucking brat? I’m about to destroy you.” His words fall from his lips like honey, swirling around your head and leaving you basking in the gentle, sing-song voice he uses with only you that you don’t even notice when he pulls away until he forces your chin down to look at him. Matthew smiles gently, very gently, at the way your eyes remained unfocused for a second, because he was going to enjoy this, enjoy you. Chills pop up on your skin when your brain finally realizes what he just said to you, mixed with how nice he was being right now. This was the calm before the storm.

Your eyes meet his finally and he purses his lips at you minutely, squinting his eyes as he studies your face. You have half a mind to try and apologize but when your lips part, no words can fall out because you know, you know there is no going back. It’s almost like he knows what you’re thinking when he asks you softly, “You’ll use your colors when you need them, yes?” And waits for you to nod and mumble out, “yes, sir,” while looking down at his lips. He leans in closer to you, stopping an inch away from your parted mouth to ask, “And what are they, sweet girl? Why don’t you remind me?” You have to shut your eyes to breathe for a second and Matthew allows you to have this time for yourself right now, knowing how rough he’s about to be. “G-green, yellow, red, sir. I know em, I’ll use em,” you sigh out, leaning your forehead against his to ground yourself.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl. Why don’t you lay yourself over my lap for me then? Think you can manage?” He hums, the vibration from his throat mixed with his breathy whisper makes it impossible for you to not obey his every command, obediently turning your body to lay across his lap, head resting on his thigh while your feet hold you lightly on the floor for now. You know that they will be limp by the end of this, but you can at least try to have some dignity in the beginning. Matthew stops your thoughts quickly by starting to massage your ass, starting with the left cheek before moving onto the right, alternating between harsh, pointed grips underneath his fingers and soft, slow circles with his palm. “Normally, I would make you tell me everything you did wrong here, ask how many you think you deserve, that sound about right?” He questions, nails digging in to scratch the skin around your hips. You whimper in the back of your throat and squeeze your eyes shut, breathing out, “yes, sir,” to appease him. Matthew hums, moving his hands down to scratch at the back of your thighs, the sensitive skin causing you to suck in a harsh breath of air. You press your forehead deeper into his thigh at his next words, choking on a gasp.

“See, Y/N, I just don’t think you deserve that. You wanted to be a nasty whore in front of all of my friends, so why should I give you that common courtesy when you’re just a little slut?” He punctuates the end of his question with a harsh slap, the pinky ring he put on today biting into the skin of your ass. You barely have time to apologize before he slaps you again, this time on the other side. His other arm reaches for your neck, holding the back of it similarly to a scolded child, tightening his grip when he shouts, “Answer me!” and spanks you once more. The pain bites through you like you fell on ice and Matthew revels in the high pitched whine that rings throughout the room. “You shouldn’t, sir, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, just punish me,” you cry out, pressing wet kisses to his thigh.

Fuck, Matthew liked hearing that and tilted his head back, biting his lip, the rush of power that ran through him at your words had his hands shaking. He feels you choke out a cough around his hand and releases your neck from the tight grip he had it in. He sniffs, running a finger lightly down your spine. “I’d apologize for that but I just don’t really care,” and you can sense the grin on his face when he spanks you once more and has you moaning against his leg.

The feeling is beyond words, the stinging sensation not even pain at this point but pleasure, it feels like every spank is bringing you closer and closer. Matthew’s pant leg has to be soaked by now from your drooling mouth but you don’t even notice, only letting out rough gasps or ‘thank you, sir’. Suddenly, you feel a smack on your upper thigh, and, without even thinking, reach a hand down to cover your skin.

Before you could even blink, Matthew had grabbed your waist, placed you sitting on the wooden chest, and was walking towards the closet, not speaking a word to you. Grateful for the break, you brace yourself with your hands on the chest and try and get yourself back to Earth, wiping the drool off your chin with a grimace. You can feel your sticky, shaking thighs and ass burn from the direct contact but your face burns even brighter when you feel the wood below you become damp from your dripping center. You couldn’t remember how many spanks you had gotten at this point, your head was starting to get hazy and your body was on fire, needing Matthew’s touch. Your head snaps up when the clicks of Matthew’s shoes grow louder and your stomach drops when you see the metal handcuffs in his hands, no change in the calm manner he’s presenting. A rush of heat goes through you when you see the damp circle on his thigh from your mouthing at him. He squats down in front of you to bring the handcuffs up, gliding the cool metal down your face while watching every small change your facial muscles make. A chuckle comes from the back of his throat suddenly and you look up to say a small prayer before looking back at him, watching as he taps the cuff to your bottom lip. “You’re real brave for trying that one, Y/N. I mean,” he pauses to shake his head from side to side, laughing harder when he sees your thighs clench. “You just can’t help yourself, you stupid, stupid girl,” and then your face burns and your core burns and Matthew grabs your face in his hands and forces your eyes onto his.

“Ask me again.” He sounds desperate for it, need filling his quick plea and your mouth drops in his grip, wide doe eyes looking at him. He shakes his head, drawing his lips into his mouth for a moment before tilting his chin up at you. “Ask me to hit your pretty little face again.” He whispers this last part onto your lips, just barely allowing his bottom lip to skim yours before he pulls back to watch the way your eyes slip close and a soft ‘please’ escapes you without hesitation.

The control he had over you was a funny thing, it wasn’t that he had you on a leash, metaphorically, it was you that had him chained and owned. You owned him and he was thrilled to be able to show you just how much he appreciated that. His hand leaves your face slowly and you open your eyes immediately to watch him stand, his prominent bulge now inches from your face. “You can do better than that. Beg for me. Now.” His voice grows dark and he grits his teeth together, unimpressed with your whine. You swallow, looking up at him incredulously before managing to spit out, “Please, I’m so sorry, sir, please hit me. I want you to slap me til I beg you to stop, please, sir.” Matthew watches as your eyes grow glossy with unshed tears and your lungs have you panting for air before you see his hand pull back a ways. You close your eyes in anticipation, lips turning into a sedated smile while you wait for the slap.

The rush of adrenaline never comes and your eyebrows crease in confusion before you open your eyes to see Matthew smirking at you, arms folded in front of him, metal cuffs swinging back and forth in his hand. “You didn’t think I was going to give you what you wanted, did you? Cute performance, though, seems I’ve taught you well. A good little actress you are,” he pauses to laugh at your pouting face before unlocking the handcuffs, not even acknowledging the shocked gasp you release at his words. When you’re still sitting in front of him seconds later, he rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers at you, “Up, now. God, Y/N, do you ever listen?” He sounds annoyed with you, your mind tells you, and your body scrambles to appease him, jumping up so fast you almost fall. His hands catch your shoulders easily, it was second nature at this point, before he spun you to face away from him, forcing your arms parallel behind your back to click the cuffs into place on your wrists. With each touch, his fingers leave behind trails of fire on your skin, and you revel in the hidden gentleness behind each rough touch he allows you to have. Matthew gives your top arm a tug and hums contently when you stumble backwards into his chest, moving your body like a ragdoll back onto his lap, being careful to make sure your neck doesn’t slam down on his thigh. Your fingers grip your arms as you test your mobility, which was, not much to say the least. Matthew’s left hand resumes massaging your ass, and your face snaps back to him when you feel it. How did you not notice it when he first walked out?

Adorned on his middle three fingers were three large silver rings with his initials on them, reading out ‘MGG’ in a bold font. They were something he didn’t wear too often, but when he did, God. He liked to wear them so the letters were facing his palm, and allowed for each spank to mark his initials into you, to claim you as his. Matthew meets your eyes and grins, moving your head to face the floor slowly by taking your chin in his hand and turning it slowly, not breaking eye contact until you’re physically unable to keep looking at him. His hand goes down to tug at the chain between your wrists, lifting them up just enough to put a strain on your shoulders before letting them fall harshly onto your lower back. “Too bad you’re all chained up. Can’t even say no to me branding you, can you? Cuz you like it, you filthy girl,” he teases, finally smacking your ass twice in a row, a light one to warm you up to the metal first before actually allowing himself to let go. You squeeze your eyes closed and let out an almost laugh at the sensation, the feeling completely different. This was painful, and Matthew knew it, which was why he forced your eyes down. He didn’t want you to know when it was coming, to give you time to prepare. You deserved to be punished and he had no problem dishing that out.

A particularly harsh smack rips a moan from your throat and your legs start shaking, you had to be absolutely dripping on him at this point. “Please, sir, oh my god, please,” you cry out, unable to catch your breath when the next one comes, another moan falling from you. Matthew pauses when he feels you choke on a breath, instead going to trace over the quickly forming marks on your backside while he lets you catch your breath. “What are you begging for this time, Y/N, hm? I know my dirty slut isn’t asking to cum, not after being so disobedient today.” The feeling of him writing his initials over and over into your skin mixed with knowing that they will bruise by tomorrow causes you to squeeze your legs together to push off your orgasm, wanting to be good for him.

“I-I’m trying, Sir,” you gasp out, wrists tugging at the restraints. You rest your forehead harshly on his thigh, trying to focus on your breathing when you hear the slap before feeling it. Matthew starts again, hitting you quickly three times in a row, moving his hand to slip his thumb into your open, panting mouth. You suck his finger deep into your mouth, grateful for it, but Matthew has other plans, deciding to hook your cheek and turn your head to lay on his leg, your face dripping mascara when you make eye contact with him. The curls around his face stick to him with sweat, his eyes blazing and lips a dark cherry color, likely to his obsessive biting. His eyebrows raise in a condescending manner, eyes flickering to the wet patch you’ve made on both of his legs now before examining the handiwork he made on your ass. He rests his hand to thumb over the indents, clicking his tongue when you hiss from his actions. “Color?” He simply says, spinning the M ring around with his thumb. You whimper out, “Green,” trying unsuccessfully to stop your hips from bucking up.

He looks unimpressed at your actions, eyebrows raised when he lifts you up so your wet core is pressed to him, you legs straddling his thigh. You try to lift yourself up for a second but Matthew holds you down harshly, ignoring the small, “Sir,” you whisper out from how close you are. He ignores you and begins to slide your hips back and forth on his thigh, spreading your wetness around onto him. Your eyes are wide when he flexes his leg to meet your clit perfectly, whimpers falling from your mouths like prayers. “G-Gonna cum,” you cry out, holding your elbows behind you as your stomach tightens and your legs begin to shake. Matthew shakes his head in front of you, tsking lightly before reminding you, “That’s not how we ask,” and continuing to grip your hips and have you grind on his thigh, leaning forward to bite at your neck and darken some of the marks he left there before. You whine deep in your throat and open your mouth, tongue falling out when Matthew pulls back to look at you. “Please, can I cum, sir?” You whimper, hair sticking to your forehead when you tilt your head back to try and hold it off. Immediately, a hand is wrapped around your bared throat and tugs you closer to him, pulling and pushing you by your throat rather than your hips as his other hand moves to grip your ass in his hand, smacking it once. “No. You can’t,” he commands, stopping his movements and holding your hips down so you’re unable to move on your own. Matthew watches with a mock sympathetic expression at your creased eyebrows and open mouth, a sad cry leaving it which he can’t help but roll his eyes at.

Tucking his thumb into your mouth, he pulls your mouth open and leans forward slightly, the feeling of him spitting onto your tongue from behind your closed eyes is enough to make you drop your head forward onto his shoulder. Matthew doesn’t allow this to happen of course, instead lifting you up onto his other thigh, his grip on your hips not releasing when he begins forcing you to start grinding on him again. You hiss at the stimulation so quickly after you were that close but say nothing, he can tell in your wide eyes that you not only know you deserve this, but you want it. “Got to make my thighs even, yeah? Can’t have a mess on one leg and not the other.” Your eyes move to the thigh you just rode, bottom lip finding itself between your teeth at the large wet patch left behind, glistening in the light. Moving your head back to make eye contact with him, you whimper from the nonstop pace he had set, getting closer to the edge than you thought was possible. “S-Sir, I can’t,” you stress, a clinking sound ringing behind you as you try and move your hands, groaning when they don’t budge.

“Someone’s a little frustrated it looks like, too bad your hands are tied, bet they’d be tugging on my hair like a proper whore,” he finishes this with a harsh tug on your own, pulling you backwards so he can see all of you. Your eyes slip closed and you curse at yourself for being so bold earlier, what the fuck were you thinking. A harsh ripping sound forces your eyes back open and you see your shirt fall off your body, mouth dropped open as you watch his hand immediately move to slap your left tit, moving to pinch your nipple harshly. He looks up at you, a smug expression on his face when he shrugs, gathering the pieces in his hand to toss aside. “It was in the way, I don’t know why you were still wearing it.”

It adds a new element, the fact that you were stark naked in front of him and he was fully clothed, wearing a button up and those tight black pants that squeeze his thighs so well. You buck your hips up in his hand when you start thinking deeper at the power that he just exuded effortlessly, how he didn’t even need to try and you gave yourself to him. “Sir,” you whine out, a tear slipping from your eye in frustration when you feel your toes curling. He gathers your face in one hand with a soft smile, wiping the tear with his thumb before slipping it into your mouth, knowing your body better than you do as the action calms you more than you thought was possible. He leans forward to ghost over your cheekbone lightly with his lips, murmuring, “I don’t really care that you want to cum, darling, it’s not about you, is it?” into your temple, before pulling back. You shake your head, mewling when he slips his thumb out of your mouth and smacks you harshly against the face, lifting your legs up at the exact moment that would have sent you over the edge.

“Fuck,” you cry out, gasping at the slap and trying to stop your hips from bucking up in his grasp. Pulling your lips back into a smile, you blow the hair out of your face before looking up at him. Alright, so you weren’t going to come for a while, if at all, tonight. That also means that he’s going to be spending a lot of attention bringing you to that edge. Good enough. You watch as Matthew tries to figure out what has you smiling, fingers gripping your hips harsher to make you bite your lip to suppress a whimper. Standing up slowly, he moves you to kneel in front of him, forcing your head down with his hand on the back of your neck. He pets your head for a second, running his fingers through your hair gently.

“What’s got you so smiley, puppy?” The nickname he spits out at you sends a rush to your core and you whine at the way it makes you feel, like you’re so small and he’s so big, and god, is this a lot. “T-thought about your attention on me, Sir. Like it,” you moan out, pulling on your restraints and huffing when they don’t move. Matthew’s fingers tighten in your hair, and you feel the cool leather of his shoe sliding up your thigh. Your lips part as you realize where this is going and you can’t lie at how much you want it.

“Yeah, I got a bit of an attention whore as a pet, didn’t I? A tragedy, really, could’ve had you coming three times by now, but, you wanted to be a brat, so my hands are tied,” he comments, talking about you as if you were just a plaything to him. Your core throbbed when you felt the toe of his boot run along it, sliding underneath you so you rested directly on top of it. Matthew’s hand in your hair kept your head facing the floor as he continued. “It’s like you’re just too dumb to do anything unless I tell you exactly how to, you’re just a needy little thing who wants to cum, that’s all you are.” His degrading words mixed with the thrill of riding his fucking shoe rips a sob from your chest, a mess of “please, sir” and “yes” coming from you. He lifts your head up to get a look at your eyes before continuing on. “I’ll make this real easy for you, okay? Yes? Use your words,” He slips his thumb into your mouth and mocks you when you try and speak while your lips wrap around him, laughing when you whine and buck against his boot. He tilts your head up as says slowly, “You’re going to stand up, let me undo the cuffs, and get onto the bed. Then, I’m going to join you and you aren’t going to touch me once, okay? Got to train you somehow.”

Your cheeks burn at his last statement, whispering out, ‘fuck’, before shakily standing up, with his help of course, and turn around silently to let him undo the restraints. You hear them clink before you’re released, Matthew’s hands massaging each wrist for a few seconds before returning them to your side. You roll your shoulders once before moving onto the bed without another word, staring up at the ceiling as Matthew disappears back into the closet. Finally resting your head back onto the pillows, you attempt to shake out the tremors in your legs, whimpering at the cool air on your wetness. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears, matching the throbbing in your core and you can’t help but whine in desperation.

Matthew returns shortly after, wearing just his briefs and his button up, shoes and pants left behind. You feel him place something next to your feet on the bed but before your head can turn his fingers are on your chin, making it impossible for you to move. He meets your parted lips with a quick kiss, smiling when he pulls away to rub your cheek with his hand.

Pulling his hand back, he slaps you across the face once, relishing in the harsh gasp he rips from you as your head turns to the side. His fingers move back to squish your cheeks together, his lips pursed as he studies your frame. Your voice shakes when you whimper out a pathetic, “please,” but Matthew just scoffs.

“Please,” he mocks, your spine burning white hot from the humiliation. “Didn’t bring you up here to beg, especially that badly, Y/N, I’m disappointed.”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes as he tuts quietly to himself, shaking his head from side to side. His index finger moves from its place on your cheek to slip slowly between your lips, a chill spreading through Matthew as he feels your breath shake on his hand. He pulls it out suddenly, not giving you time to process before he spits down your throat, your eyes rolling back into your head on instinct.

“Getting too mouthy for my liking. Can you learn your place and shut the fuck up, little girl?” He scolds, angry eyes burning into yours while keeping his tone even. You nod automatically, licking your lips once before pressing them together, catching Matthew’s eyes drifting to watch you. He moves his fingers to trail lightly down your neck, brushing over your collarbone before going further down your body. You hear him chuckle to himself when you place your hands under your back, not trusting yourself enough to keep your hands away from him. His eyes look back to yours for a second before he grabs your nipple between his thumb and first two fingers, trailing the hard nub around them. His touch is gentler than you expected, your eyebrows pinched together when he moves to your other nipple, the fact that he was just playing with them right now was not like him.

“Not enough for you, hmm?” Matthew quips, bringing his fingers to travel down over your stomach, your breath hitching when he caresses both of his thumbs over your pelvis, pressing down just enough for you to let out a whimper, the tight knot in your stomach begging to be released.

“I think,” Matthew starts, completely pulling away from you to grab one of the items he put next to you. You debate turning your head to see but you know that the outcome would probably not be in your favor. Matthew’s hands come back into your eyesight and your mouth drops a little at what’s in his hands, a flogger with many leather strips hanging from the handle.

“Mm, you excited, puppy? You shouldn’t be, because what you showed me today is that my bitch thinks she’s allowed to use me like that. I think, you might need a little reminder of who the fuck I am. Because you know your place, don’t you, Y/N? Speak up, now.”

The grin on his face terrifies you in the best way, and your voice cracks when you whisper out, “Yes, sir.” He hums, flexing his fingers before wrapping them around the handle and beginning to run his other hand through the ends. “Tell me then,” he pauses for a while, turning his head back to lean down and whisper in your ear, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir, I’m yours, I belong to you, please, please, pl-,” your whimper is cut short by a swift hit across your chest, back arching off the bed at the sensation. He managed to hit you directly on the nipple with one of the strips, feeling harsh pinpricks of pain course through your body and leaving you gasping for air.

“That’s right,” he condescendingly praises, lightly dragging the flogger over your body. “I think you might’ve forgotten that I fucking own you. You are MINE,” your right tit this time. “My property.” Left. “My whore to fuck as I please.” Right. “And my fucking slut to use.” Two fingers slip deep past your lips for only a second before he’s removing the digits, a loud moan leaving you when he begins slapping your tits with his bare hands, feeling the slight sting of his rings still on.

“Fuck, Sir, please, I know, I know, please, I’ll be such a good slut for you, please, just fuck me,” you cry out, legs shaking from the pain flooding your system, your brain turning it right into pleasure. Matthew laughs at this, a genuine belly laugh, dropping the flogger on the ground next to you. His hand grabs you by the throat, pulling you slightly upwards so you’re forced off the bed a ways.

“Good luck,” he whispers, releasing you before finally beginning to unbutton his shirt, taking his time taking his eyes up and down your naked body, small red marks already appearing from how hard he’s grabbing you. Dropping the shirt behind him, he moves to sit between your legs, forcing your hips to come off the bed and into his lap, a small, “thank you, sir” coming from you. He smirks at you, taking his thumb into his mouth to suck it past his lips, his cheekbones protruding and your mouth watering at how fucking hot he looks, watching closely when he pops it from his mouth and he grins at you, leaning forward to spit directly on your pussy. “I wouldn’t be thanking me just yet, pretty thing.”

A gasp escapes you when he brings his thumb down to your throbbing clit, the slightest touch making your hips jump but you force them down, closer to him. He begins to trace small circles on you, feeling you start to flutter already from the gentlest touch. “Close already, are we?” You whimper out, nodding quickly. “‘S a shame you had to be a bad girl then.” You hold back a groan at his words, clenching tighter to try and hold off your orgasm.

Feeling this, Matthew smacks your inner thigh, hard, and slides a finger into you, shaking his head back and forth when he sees your legs start to shake. “Don’t get all coy on me now, go ahead and relax. Wanna feel how aching you are for me without having to worry if I’ll be able to take my finger out of your greedy pussy.” He finishes his sentence by slipping another finger inside and beginning to curl his fingers towards himself, finding that soft spot inside of you instantly. Your neck cranes backwards while your lungs beg for air, unable to breathe at this point, let alone hold off your impending orgasm. Matthew senses this, and withdraws his fingers at the last second, smirking at the loud whine you release.

“Tell you what,” he starts, pausing to spit roughly on your clit, glancing back up at you when you cry out in frustration. “If you can put that dirty mouth to good use and beg for me, I’ll fuck you. Use those crocodile tears and give me a good performance.”

You gasp out, shaking your head from side to side as your hips start bucking, which Matthew puts a stop to immediately. “Not... not a performance, please, sir, please please please please please fuck me, I’ve been so-so good and haven’t touched once! I’m so sorry, please just fuck me, I’ve learned my lesson, please.” You’re crying by the end, your body on fire and the bubble in your stomach feels like it’s ready to burst, hands shaking from the adrenaline.

“Again.” Is all you hear from Matthew, and you lift your head up and whine, staring up at him with eyes filled with tears, not breaking eye contact as he pushes his fingers inside of you once more, finding your special spot with ease and pressing. Your eyebrows knit together as you moan, cutting yourself off to rush out, “Sir, please, use me, please just get yourself off, fuck me like a toy for your pleasure, please just fuck me. Need you to hurt me, Daddy.” The title you give him spurs him on further and you sigh when you feel him get up and slide his briefs down, your head lolling to the side in exhaustion and, to be fair, preparation for what’s to come.

“Hey,” Matthew snaps, pulling your spaced-out eyes back to see him in between your legs once more, watching as he leans forward to massage his tip against your wetness, coating himself in seconds. “Eyes on me. I’m giving you my cock and you can’t even say anything to me? Don’t care where you are, I’ve trained you better.”

You can feel the degradation as faraway as you were and you blink up at him before nodding quickly, thanking him as if your life depended on it. He leans forward, one arm going to lift up your back, his free hand guiding himself slowly inside of you, simultaneously moaning with you as he sinks deep into your pulsing walls.

Without giving you a moment to think, he sets up a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward and hitting your swollen clit with each thrust, repeated moans and screams falling from your lips as you try and keep breathing from how good he’s fucking you. You can feel his hard, hard cock inside of you, and you know that if you were to look you would be able to see him poking through your skin slightly.

As if he was reading your mind, Matthew pushes down on your stomach and a scream rips from your throat, the pressure from both sides making it impossible to think anymore. “Y’fuckin like that, nasty girl, can see me fucking your tight cunt through your stomach, yeah? Yeah?” He presses down harder until you scream out, “Yes!” thrashing on the bed underneath him. He groans, removing his hand to hold onto the headboard in front of you, keeping his fast, deep pace as he stares down at you.

“Hardest I’ve been in my fucking life, I swear, got me fucking whipped for this cunt, but I know you’re just as bad for my cock, huh, baby? Gonna feel me for days.” He moves his arm out from underneath you to cup one of your cheeks, watching with a smile as you nuzzle into it out of habit. He leans down to kiss you sweetly, too sweetly for how he’s fucking you, his lips meeting yours and just sitting there for so long, just giving you his touch before he’s peppering small kisses on your lips, before pulling away and humming, and you hear the slap before you feel it against your cheek.

He’s fucking cruel, watching with a grin as your head rolls back and you clench so tight you almost push him out, but he slides back inside easily and resumes his borderline torture on you. His fingers make their way over to pinch your cheeks together, your tongue falling out automatically which Matthew hums at, spitting slowly into your waiting mouth. Some of it falls down your chin, but Matthew catches it with his thumb, sliding it right back into your mouth. You whimper around him as your legs begin to shake again, unsure of how long you’ll be able to hold off.

“S-So close, Sir,” you gasp out, cutting yourself off with a loud moan when his hand moves from your face to push your legs over his shoulders, fucking harder into you than he had ever tonight, reaching spots so far inside of you that you weren’t even sure existed.

Breathing felt like a chore at this point, you didn’t know this level of pleasure existed, as if you were completely filled and satisfied, but also on fire and so close from the biggest prize of your life. You try and express this in a whine, and hearing Matthew tut, as well as his hips stutter once, you know what’s coming next.

His hands wrap around your throat and begins to use it as a handle to pull you on and off his cock, choked moans and gasps being ripped out of your vocal chords. Matthew groans deeply, pulling his left hand away to smack you across the face once, throwing your head to the side as your back arches off the bed, the new angle allowing him to slip even deeper inside of you.

“Stay there, stay right fucking there. God, my cockslut doing so well for me, letting her owner fuck her so hard, so deeply.” His left hand grips your hip, using it as leverage as he begins to pull on your neck harder, speeding up the pace. A mix between a gasp and a whine falls from you, chest rising and falling quickly as you try and comprehend how fucking good this feels.

“G-gonna cum,” you cry out, whining when you see Matthew shake his head side to side, causing you to squeeze tighter around him to try and hold off. Matthew chokes on his moan and his hands fall from your body, hips stilling inside as he sits up more. While you’re grateful for the opportunity to breathe again, it’s short lived when Matthew smacks you across both cheeks, not even giving you a second before backhanding you on both sides. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your body shakes underneath him, pussy fluttering around him as you try not to cum.

“Oh, you fucking liked that didn’t you, you dirty slut. Think I should take a picture of you like this to show to the world, let everyone know how filthy my girl is. What would they think, seeing you so close with my handprints across your face, saw how rough you like it.” His head’s tilted back, lips dark red and bruised from how hard you were biting them, chin glistening from your wetness, looking like a devil in an angel’s body. His tongue peeks out to swipe along his teeth, chest heaving but he stares down at you with a grin on his face, watching your body thrash, bark arching and falling repeatedly while your hands clench into fists as you try and hold off your orgasm.

“Please, please, please!” You beg, openly crying and squeezing the absolute life out of Matthew. Hearing you sob underneath him, he finally takes mercy on you, bringing a hand down to rub fast circles on your clit, the other tightening around your throat, squeezing as hard as he knew you could take.

“Give it to me, come on, let go for me. Need it so bad, now, Y/N,” he moans, looking into your open eyes before finally spitting in your open mouth, the bubble building up inside of you finally shattering and you scream, your body convulsing as you cum, and squirt all over the sheets, Matthew, and yourself, feeling as if your orgasm would never end.

It was like your pussy got stuck by lightning, you didn’t know this kind of pleasure was possible, it was like every nerve in your body was exploding, every atom being stimulated by Matthew, and you knew your voice was going to be sore tomorrow but you couldn’t stop moaning, the feeling otherworldly. You vaguely felt him release your throat, gasping as you tried to catch your breath, feeling as if your entire body had a vibrator held to it, the aftershocks hitting you again and again as you tighten and release Matthew’s cock again and again.

Matthew swore he saw God that day, watching your head roll back into the mattress and cum so hard he had to hold you down to keep you still, fucking you through his own as he came deep inside you, unable to wait after being drenched with your squirt. Your moans sounded like a choir in his ears, spurring him on to make sure to get every last bit of your orgasm out of you, groaning lowly in his throat before resting his forehead in the crook of your shoulder, continuing to slowly thrust in and out of you. His arms tighten around you immediately when he feels how much your body is shaking, lifting his head up to get a look at your eyes.

“Oh precious baby,” he murmurs, smoothing out your hair around your face. Your eyes were looking right through him, not even realizing he was there as you basked in the warm cloud you were currently on. He leaves a few kisses on your temple before trying to pull out of you, a loud whine stopping him quickly. His thumbs brush away the tears that had already started falling, hearing you moan, “No, no, no, no, no.” Slipping his thumb in your mouth, he rushes out,

“Okay, okay, not going anywhere sweet girl. Mm, you wanna tell me your color, honey love? You feeling good?” The hand in your mouth moves up and down as you nod slowly, eyes drifting back to the ceiling. “You did so well for me, pumpkin, such a good girl. Do you wanna go take a nice, warm bath? Make you feel so much better, how does that sound? Good?” You blink slowly up at him, squeezing them shut when they start to burn with tears. Matthew wipes them away faster than they can fall, biting his bottom lip nervously. You had never been this far under before, he was sure, and to have you so unresponsive made him a little scared. He just wanted to take care of you.

“Babygirl,” he breathes, pulling his thumb from your mouth to wrap around the back of your head and pull you closer to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck. Your bare chest is pressed against his and warmth spreads over your body, happy to be close to your dom. You hum contently and light suck on the skin your lips touch, holding it gently between your teeth, not even processing the groan Matthew lets out. He makes sure that he’s feeling you breathing under him, mind moving a million miles an hour trying to think of what he should give you first. Nuzzling your head out of his neck, he presses his lips to yours, lightly sucking on each of your lips to distract you while he pulls out.

“I know, I know, I know, honey, here, I’m still with you little one,” he tries to console you when you whine into his mouth, his fingers moving to replace his now softened cock. His hand moves to cup your dripping sex and he gently pushes a finger inside, but by the look on your face he knows you felt empty. “You can warm my cock later, but I’m gonna sit you up right now, my love,” he whispers, sliding his finger out of your quivering heat.

Pulling away slightly to make you chase his lips, he uses this as an opportunity to gently lift you up and sit in his lap, arms deadweight over his shoulders and your forehead pressed to his sternum. He wraps one arm across your entire back, holding you tightly towards him while the other hand strokes your back up and down. He continues to murmur, “good girl,” and humming in the back of his throat, knowing the deep vibrations from his vocal chords is soothing to you. The change in position allows him see all the marks he’s left down your back, nail scratches, small angry red marks left by gripping you a bit too tightly. He also gets a look at the top of your ass, handprints and small ‘MGG’ clearly visible all over. He winces while looking at that, maybe he went a bit wild on that one. He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels you move your lips against his chest, whispering something too quiet for him to pick up on.

“What was that, baby?” He asks, pitch raised as if talking to a young child. You repeat what you said, his heart clenching at your small voice asking him, “Bathtime?” Stroking your hair softly, he holds you to his chest, lungs releasing all the air inside of him. He pinches his eyes shut and his voice cracks when he coos,

“Yeah, sweetheart, we can go take a bath now, do anything you want. Oh, little one,” he murmurs, feeling your tears fall onto his chest. He takes your face in his hands, studying your expression carefully. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes it as a sign to place his thumb back inside your mouth, watching you hum in appreciation. Lifting you up carefully, he brings you over to the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub with you in his lap while the water begins to run.

A small whine catches his attention from where he was pouring epsom salts into the bath, his head snapping to yours quickly. Your big y/e/c eyes stare up at him, still very hazy but recognizing where you are now. Releasing his thumb from your mouth, you begin to mumble, “Love you, love you, love you, love you,” over and over again, reaching your arms over his shoulders to hug him tightly. Feeling his arms wrap around your back, you breathe in his scent, senses overwhelmed with HIM. His lips kiss the side of your head as he sighs into your ear, squeezing you closer.

“Love you so so much, angel. Oh, you have no idea how loved you are, pretty thing.” You hum quietly, shaking your head back and forth. “Oh, you do know then?” His fingers run up your side lightly and you giggle, trying to lift yourself away from his skillful fingers. Pulling away to look up at him, you lose your words for a second when you see the bright smile on his face, eyes looking at you with nothing but appreciation, love, and a bit of worry still in them.

“Tickles, Daddy” you say around his thumb, having placed it back in your mouth already, as your eyebrows crease slightly because you think it makes you look intimidating. He hums, turning the water off behind him before his attention returns to you. A small chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your expression, watching with a lovesick smile when your lips turn up and you place a small kiss on the tip of his thumb. He swipes the digit across your lower lip, leaning forward to give you a kiss, sighing deeply into it.

“Why don’t I put you in the tub and you get all cozy while I go get some things for you? Oh, baby, don’t cry, only for one minute, okay? Daddy’s good girl can do it, so brave,” He consoles you, not liking the way a pout rested on your lips.

“Promise?” you ask pathetically, voice cracking while you let him slide you into the warm water, his arms getting wet when you hold onto him for longer than needed.

He can feel his heart breaking at your bambi eyes, overwhelmed with the amount of care he needed to give you right now. “Be back so quickly you won’t even notice, okay?” When you huff out all your air, he takes it as a sign to slip away and quickly grab everything he needs to, leaving you alone in the tub.

You bite your lip, reminding yourself that you were Daddy’s good girl, she could last a few minutes without him. Whining quietly to yourself, you rest your head on the side of the tub, feeling the effects of the last few hours catch up with you. While you were doing this, Matthew was running around the house like a mad man. He first grabbed the biggest glass of water he could find, some dark chocolate and peanut butter so he could get some protein in you, and finally grabbing the robes he threw in the dryer when he first got home. It was a habit of his at this point, he always wanted you to be warm, cozy, and safe.

You hear the record player turn on in the bedroom and perk up, the soft sounds of jazz slowly filling the space when Matthew walks through the door, arms full of different items that he places on the table next to the tub. He smiles down at you, taking your outstretched hands in his as he slides in behind you, pulling you closer to him by wrapping an arm around your waist. Soft kisses are pressed behind your ear as he sighs deeply, finally able to relax and completely focus on taking care of his baby.

“Look at you, my perfect girl, did so well for me. I got some lavender oil, you wanna put a few drops in the tub?” he asks you gently, holding the glass bottle in front of you. His other arm caress up and down your side, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. “Y/N,” he draws out, his soft voice getting you to turn your head and look at him. “Lavender, yes or no?”

You nod slowly then, taking the dropper from the bottle and placing four drops into the tub, feeling so much praise when Matthew continues to tell you how good you are. A happy squeal comes from you when you curl back into his chest, feeling his laughter reverberate off of you. His hand reaches up to hold your head against him, the two of you sighing as you sat in your own little perfect world, nothing but love and calmness filling the space.

Hearing you sniffle, it breaks the silence you were surrounded in, sending a hot flash down his spine, Matthew’s arms pulling you back to look at him, your teary eyes making his fill with worry. Before he has the chance to speak, you choke out the most pitiful, “Bad girl?” His hands take your face in them immediately, bringing you close to kiss your forehead and shake his head back and forth. “No, baby, you’re my best girl, so good for me, so so good for me. My Y/N was just a little naughty today, yeah? But Daddy’s not mad, pretty. Got such a good girl for me.” When you shake your head back and forth in his hands, his eyebrows furrow, pulling away to look at you eye to eye, wincing when he sees how goddamn faraway you were. “Do you want to tell Daddy what got you so worked up? Maybe let me know your color, little one?”

You let out a wet sob, looking at his kind eyes staring at you with so much love that it physically hurts. “I just wanted you to touch me, b-but you would only let me kiss you! N-No lovin on me, but y-you are so good to me and I was being selfish,” you finally end, suckling your bottom lip before Matthew’s thumb replaces it, his other hand moving to cup the nape of your neck. His lips softly kiss your swollen eyelids, then your nose, then your lips, removing his thumb for a moment to pour his love into you.

“Not selfish, sweet pea, just gotta tell me you want me. I know I’ve got an insatiable puppy, who I love very much, yeah?” He smiles sweetly at you, pushing your hair back behind your ears to tsk, seeing another tear roll down. “I think you’re also just a little overwhelmed, should’ve let you eat more before I went so rough on you.” You can barely think of what he’s saying with the way he’s holding you and how kind his tone is, like you were a little child he needed to care for.

A cool glass pressed to your lips pulls you out of it, looking up at him while you drink it slowly, not having to lift a finger as he tilts his hand up for you. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, watching as you drink almost the whole glass, turning your head away when your done. He drinks the last few sips in one big gulp, placing it to the side before unwrapping the chocolate bar. His thumb presses against your lip as you bite into the piece he gave you, the bitter flavor having you crinkle your nose in response. Matthew laughs at you, placing the other half in his mouth.

“I know, sugarplum, not too sweet, but so good for you. Got some good antioxidants in there.” He continues to hand feed you half of the bar, eating the other half for himself after you bite each square. It takes more coaxing for the peanut butter, but he knows that you trust him with your entire being right now and you’ll listen to anything he says. It’s almost unreal the minimal amount of effort he has to put in for you to do what he says, something that takes some getting used to, but, god, does he relish in it.

You feel his hands start to rub soap up and down your body, taking his time near your shoulders, neck, and back to give you gentle massages. A long sigh fills the air as you lie there, feeling so well-cared for by him. A cup of water rinses off the suds from your shoulders, but your eyes have slipped shut a long time ago. Matthew takes his time washing your hair next, scratching your scalp and making sure to not tug on any knots, you can worry about those later. Right now was just to take care of you.

He feels you shift in his lap while he’s rinsing out the conditioner, his eyes snapping to watch yours open, still very far-away. Leaning his head down, he gives you a kiss on the nose, feeling so full of love when you giggle at his actions.

“Love you, Daddy,” you whisper, feeling like any louder would ruin the moment. He places the cup on the table, turning you around to face his chest as he hugs you, kissing the top of your head. Your eyes fill with tears out of nowhere and you tighten your arms around him, making it difficult for him to pull you away to look at your face. His hands hold your cheeks while his eyes search yours back and forth quickly.

“Hey,” he gently starts, a small smile on his face while he wipes your tears. “I love you so much, little love. So so much. You’re quite far away still, aren’t you? Still feeling green?” His body can finally relax when you repeat the color back to him, tension dropping from his shoulders from the verbal confirmation. “Good girl, so good,” he hums, the praise sending flutters to your stomach. “Thank you for telling me your color, angel. Do you want to get out and Daddy can put some lotion on you? Got some ouchies we need to take care of.”

After receiving your nod, Matthew unplugs the drain and stands you up, helping you out of the tub and immediately into a robe. The two of you walk back into the bedroom, his arm around your waist while you lean on him. He had changed the sheets when you were in the bath, not wanting you to have to lie on the soaked fabric. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you allow him to braid your hair quickly, knowing that you hated lying on the bed with wet hair splayed everywhere. You hear the elastic wrap around the ends and then his arms are around you, head tucked into your neck to kiss you softly.

“You warm enough for me to do your butt, honey?” He whispers, grinning when you nod happily. This was one of your favorite parts of aftercare. He gently slips you out of the robe, letting you get comfortable on your stomach before he sits crosslegged next to you, gently ghosting his hand down your spine.

“I’m using special lotion today, do you want aloe instead?” Special lotion was what you always called the cream Matthew put on your marks, something your faraway self once muttered when he was taking care of you. With no surprise, you agree with him, and he uncaps the pot, beginning to massage the cool cream on your ass. His heart clenches when you hiss at the ring marks, immediately spitting out, “I know, I know, shh, it’s okay.” His thumb traces over them, cock growing when he feels how indented his name was into you. He snaps out of it when he feels you shift under his hand, continuing to apply the lotion on your ass, and a thin layer across the scratches on your sides and back.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” Matthew breathes, caressing your back while you turn your face to look at him. “Just, such an angel for me. So so lucky to have my good girl.” Your cheeks turn pink and you try to hide your face in the pillow, not making it far before his hands turn your body over to look up at him. Crawling over your body, he rests himself on his forearms, dipping his neck down to plant soft kisses on your lips. After a minute, he pulls away to lift up the covers and shuffle the two of you under them, immediately wrapping his arms around you to tuck your head into his chest. This was his form of aftercare just as much as yours, he needed to remind himself that you were there and his and that you loved him.

“No more cryin’, honey, don’t like to see those tears on my girl, okay?”

His arms hold your naked body to his chest tightly, like if he let you go the world would end. Feeling your soft sighs hit him every few seconds was enough to make his eyelids begin to droop, and hearing how even your breathing has gotten, he figured you had already fallen asleep, and finally allowed himself to breathe. You were safe, loved, and cared for. He’d just have to get some food in you when you two woke up from the nap.

THREE HOURS LATER

Your eyes slowly flutter open, the bright golden sunlight hitting them from between the gap in the curtains. Turning your body to face Matthew’s once more, you exhale slowly, trying to get out of the sleep haze you were in. Or maybe you were still under.

Perhaps your thinking was enough to wake Matthew, the dom side of him always just knowing when you were up. He groans lowly, tightening his arms around you to pull you tighter into his chest, feeling him kiss the top of your head a few times.

“Still floaty, baby?” He softly asks, holding the back of your neck in his hand, the feeling so deeply comforting to the both of you. You shrug, muttering out, “dunno,” before looking up at him finally, seeing his tired eyes already crinkled from the wide smile on his face. You lean up to press a soft kiss on his lips, just holding them there and allowing Matthew to suck softly on your bottom lip, shushing the small whimper that comes out of you.

“Love you, baby,” he whispers, smiling softly when you repeat it back to him. “You know you’re my good, perfect girl, yeah? Gave me a good fright seeing you so sad over me,” he frowns, tracing your cheek with his thumb. You nod slowly, whispering “good girl,” to yourself, smiling when Matthew tugs you closer to him, thumb moving down to play with your bottom lip.

“Feel like I should also let you know I changed into a pair of clean shoes when I got home, don’t want my girl to actually be dirty,” and you whine into his chest, blushing at his loud chuckle.

“Who knew I had a squirter as my little love? Why’d you hide that from me?” Matthew fake pouts, and you blush, trying to hide your face in your hands, but Matthew’s quick to pull them away by your wrists. Trailing a hand slowly down your face, he turns your jaw to examine the bruises on your neck, small, but distinct fingerprints outlined on your otherwise unblemished skin. He tuts, to himself mostly, placing his fingers over the purple marks and lightly pressing down, reveling in the gasp you release.

“Such a shame your pretty pussy’s much too sore to take me, because I’m doing that again and again and again to you, very soon, my dear.”

A/N: so...... yeah. lol. i’m sorry ? idk what to say after this. that was a lot. hope you liked it !!! i’m ASS at taking requests (seeing as this took over a month) but i’m going to see if i can get into blurbs or little drabbles or whatever they’re called hehe so send in requests !! (i’ll have to dm you for clarification for my piece of mind if it’s a long piece, so expect that haha)

- lana xx

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