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All Your Firsts

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Era)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Malfoy! Best friend's brother! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: nsft, choking, rushed beginning, sucking on fingers, ooc bc im a sucker for softboys i'm negl, boys whimpering, hickies, pet names ("doll", "sweetheart", "darling", "baby"), coarse language

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: brand new. tbh guys i think im hyperfixating on harry potter right now. i think im gonna have a movie night tonight :P i might have it on Discord if anyone wants to join

A/N 2: This is literally my first ever nsfw writing, please lmk your thoughts! This is based off of a c.ai I had with a Mattheo Riddle bot LMAO

This is the c.ai btw

Your voice came out quietly as you approached the group. “Draco?” You asked, gaining your older brother’s attention. He hummed to his friends, glancing back at you.

“What?”

“Can I borrow your owl?”

Draco frowned, “What? Why? Who are you sending letters to?”

You flushed, hiding in your robes more. “I- uh, just someone?”

He stared at you suspiciously. His friends snickered, eyeing you and your brother. Your eyes trailed to his friends, eyeing one in particular. His own eyes were settled on the boy to his left (you think it was Lorenzo, but you weren’t sure; Mattheo was the only one of Draco’s friends you really knew) as he laughed. You loved to watch the way Mattheo’s eyes sparkled as he laughed. He caught your gaze and winked, causing your face to flush.

“Earth to Y/N?” Draco hissed, smacking your shoulder lightly. You snapped out of your gaze. “I don’t care. Just be careful. And make sure he gets fed when he gets back to you in the morning.” You nodded.

“‘Course. Thanks.” You said quickly before hurrying towards your next class, eyeing Mattheo as you rushed by. Your plan was perfect (you hoped at least). With your friends by your side, cheering you on, you wrote the letter to Mattheo. It was a short letter, simply telling him that you liked him. You told him that if he returned your feelings, he should come to the Astronomy Tower once Draco fell asleep.

That night, you waited beneath the stars. You paced impatiently. Was he going to show up? Maybe he didn’t even like boys! Maybe you read the entire situation wrong. He seemed like he liked boys, but maybe your gaydar was wrong? Your mind rushed a mile a minute, debating every little thing. Every noise you heard had you overthinking.

A cough interrupted you. You spun around to see Mattheo standing there with a smirk. One of his brows perched up when he saw you. “Heard you wanted to see me?” He stepped closer, coming close enough where your crossed arms touched his chest. “I read your note. Cute.”

Your face felt hot as you curled into your robes, “Y-Yeah? And your response?”

He rolled his eyes, grinning. He spread his arms out, spinning in place. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I? You said if I liked you back to show up.”

Your eyes widened, “Wh-What? You actually like me?”

Mattheo nodded, “Yeah. Surprise for me too, don’t worry.” His grin turned teasing. “I mean, I can just go if you prefer, sweetheart.”

“No!” You found yourself shouting before realizing it. You bent your head in embarrassment, “Ah, I mean, no? Please, don’t go. I really like you.”

He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you in. “You do? I didn’t think you did. I thought that letter was from your brother.” He rolled his eyes. You huffed, going to speak before he placed his index finger on your lips. “Shhh.” He whispered, pulling you close enough to touch his hips. You stared at him before eyeing the finger he placed on your lips. You breathed out gently before slowly reaching up and taking them in your mouth fully. Your tongue surrounded his fingers.

Mattheo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he groaned, “Shit, baby, keep that up and stuff might get heated.”

You popped the digits out of your mouth, “A-And if that’s what I’m planning? To get heated?”

He chuckled, “Damn, I didn’t realize you were so needy, sweetheart.” He reached over and tucked his hands under your robes, touching your bare skin. He pulled the material over your shoulders before working on your undershirt.

You whined softly, “Mattheo… wait.” You murmured. His hands stalled, rubbing circles on your hip. “This- It’ll be my first.”

“Oh? Guess I have to make it the best, then, darling.” He pulled your undershirt off, eying your chest with a smirk.

You hummed, “H-Here? You wanna do it here?” He raised an eyebrow. You glanced back, “I, uh, my dorm is empty. My roommates aren’t there tonight.”

He leaned back with a groan, “Oh, yeah, sure. Lead the way, darling.” You threw your shirt and robes on haphazardly and grabbed his hand, leading him to the dorms. He watched carefully when you entered the song to the Hufflepuff common rooms. He followed carefully when you climbed the stairs until you unlocked your dorm room. Closing the door behind him, you led him directly to your bed. You sat down before pulling him closer, laying back so he was positioned over you.

“Damn, baby, I didn’t know you could be so controlling.” Mattheo murmured, his lips touching you for the first time, grazing the side of your neck. You whimpered slightly. “What do you want me to do to you? Give me your words, pretty boy.”

“I- I only know of one thing I’d like. I’ve never tried it but it sounds like something I’d like.” You said quietly. His lips paused for a moment on your neck, showing you that you had his attention. “Choke me?” He coughed out a laugh.

“This is your first time and your askin’ me to choke you? Damn.” You felt hot at his words, hiding in your hands. He chuckled softly, “No judgement from me, baby, I’ll choke you all night.” He leaned in, preparing to kiss you before pausing, seeing your conflicted face. “We don’t have to do anything, doll. We can just talk if you prefer.”

“I-It’s not that.” He could tell you were embarrassed. “I- This’ll be my first everything.” You explained. “First time, and first, uh, kiss.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “Will you take my first kiss, Mattheo?”

He paused, staring at you for a moment. His lips spread into a grin, “Of course. I’ll take all of your firsts if you allow me, doll.” His lips reached down slowly until they met yours softly. As the kiss continued, it became less soft and careful and more intense. Your hands clutched at his clothes, rubbing the front of his chest before slipping under the fabric and groaning when you felt his muscles.

Mattheo made a similar noise into your lips, pushing you on the bed completely before moving to fully lay on top of you, his arms and knees holding him above you. His head drooped from your lips, dropping to your neck to press open-mouthed kisses across the blank space.

Already, you felt out of breath. It was exhilarating. You were feeling things you had never felt before. You gasped slightly as Mattheo gave a small bite at your neck, licking the area afterward. You groaned, arching your back. He sat up after a moment of suckling and grinned at you.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” You whimpered softly. “Yeah? That good, huh?” He pushed forward, setting his knee against your hard dick. You groaned at the contact. “What do you want me to do? Use your words, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, “I- oh, fuck. I don’t- What do you want to do, Mattheo?” 

“No, no, this is all about you today.” He replied, kissing your jawline.

Your brain was foggy. What did you want to do? What did people usually do during these things? But… before you wanted him to take your first time, you wanted to know. Was this real for him? Or was this a one-time hookup? You voiced your issue with him nervously, “B-Before we go ahead, Mattheo, I- I need you to tell me this isn’t a one time thing. I- I need you.”

He paused for a moment before smiling softly, the softest smile he had given you that night. His lips trailed up your jaw before he pecked your lips a few times. “Doll,  I would be honored to be your boyfriend, if that’s what you're asking me.” Your eyes went wide but you nodded enthusiastically. “Damn, your first boyfriend, eh? I get to be the lucky one who takes all your firsts.” He chuckled before pressing his lips to yours once more. He went to pull away, but your fingers carded through his hair, pulling him closer to you roughly. 

The sound he made from the rough pull of his hair went straight to your dick. You felt it straining against your bottoms, begging to be released. You kissed him roughly, passionately. His own hand went up to tug your hair, catching you off guard just enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He explored the area with great interest, uncovering every inch he could reach with his tongue.

“Ah- Mattheo, please.” He could hear how needy and desperate you were for him as his lips trailed down your throat once more. He quickly pulled off your shirt and robes, doing the same for his own right after. You stared at his chest unabashedly. His own eyes scanned yours. His lips curled into a smug smirk. 

“Please what, doll.” Mattheo teased as he admired your assets. 

“Touch me, choke me, anything.”

He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to gently lay on top of your throat. He didn’t put any pressure. “Are you sure you want me to choke you?” You nodded enthusiastically. “If it gets too much, tap my arm twice, deal?” Once he got your confirmation, he squeezed a little tighter. Immediately, you groaned. He watched your eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck.” 

His lips fell onto yours quickly before he removed his hand for a moment. He fiddled with his slacks. He got them off as quickly as he could before pulling yours off. Your cock jumped to life quickly when he yanked your underwear off. He admired it closely. “Do you really want this, doll? I can just suck you off if you want.” He offered, staring at your dick, almost mesmerised. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Touch me. Put it inside me. I don’t care.” You whined. He snickered softly.

“Right, then, up and attem.” He murmured, flipping you around. Your stomach was on the bed as he raised your hips. His fingers pressed into your mouth once again. His other hand drifted downwards, wrapping around his own dick. He moaned quietly at the feeling of your tongue tangling with his fingers. Once he felt they were sufficiently wet, he pulled them from your mouth. You hummed, annoyed at the loss of his touch. “Patience, doll. “ He chuckled before prodding at your ass with his fingers.

You gasped, your back arching as a shiver went through you. You could feel your eyes roll back as he laughed at your reaction. He paused for a moment before slowly entering a finger in you. He waited for your reaction before continuing, pumping in and out a few times before adding a second finger. Your breaths came out ragged and you felt hot and overwhelmed, but in a good way.

You pushed your butt out more, trying to get him to go deeper. You felt the base of his knuckles and he chuckled. “Patience, sweetheart.” He cooed, removing his fingers. “You’re just too desperate.” He leaned forward, kissing behind your ear. “Do you have a condom? Lube? Anything?”

You felt flushed as you shook your head, “A-Ah, no. I didn’t think we’d get this far.” You admitted.

Mattheo snickered, “Yeah? Good thing I carried some with me.” He admitted. The confession caught you off guard. You blinked in surprise as he quickly climbed off the bed, reaching into his robes to reveal a condom and a small container of lube. “I’m always prepared.” He commented when he saw your surprised expression. 

He returned to leaning over you and popped open the container of lube. The tube made a noise as it was squeezed and you gasped when the cold substance hit your hole. He took a second to use his fingers to spread it and push into you a few more times before slipping the condom on himself. “You sure, doll?” He said quietly, staring into your eyes when you glanced back at him. You nodded and he shook his head, “No, no, words. I need your words.”

“Y-Yeah. I want this. I want you.”

The words encouraged him to carefully align himself with your hole before slowly pushing in. You gasped at the pain that spread. It hurt. You whimpered softly, pushing your head into your pillows. You waited as he sunk into you before he stopped for a moment. “Tell me when, doll.” He whispered, pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

You waited until the pain dimmed to a low ache rather than a shooting pain before nodding, “Y-yeah, I’m good.” He waited for a moment more before moving his hips slowly. The previous pain was quickly forgotten as a sense of pleasure erupted. You moaned rather loudly before pressing your head back into your pillows to muffle your noises. 

Mattheo groaned as he pushed back in. “Merlin, sweetheart, you’re so tight.” He managed to say. You couldn’t reply, only whimpering and moaning into your pillows. “Lift your head up, let me hear all your pretty little noises.” He said suddenly, pulling your hair up lightly. You lifted your head right as he snapped his hips into you, abandoning the slow pace he was using before.

You moaned out loudly. Your eyes rolled back and you felt pure pleasure as he quickened his pace, pounding into you. You couldn’t force yourself to quiet as your noises grew in volume, echoing in the room. You could barely hear when Mattheo mumbled out a quiet spell to the room, making it entirely soundproof. Your fingers clutched the bed sheets as you cried, tears running down your face.

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He muttered softly, pulling out entirely. You whined at the loss of his cock before he flipped you around. He immediately pounded into you again, staring at your tear-stained face. “That’s right, baby. Come on.” His voice sounded down-right naughty as he talked you through it. Your hands went up to clutch at his shoulders and he hissed when your nails dug into him. 

His face leaned down, biting on your shoulder as he pounded into you, nipping at your most sensitive spots. Your mind couldn’t think of anything other than him. He was encompassing everything. He was all you felt, heard, thought about. Distantly, you could still taste his lips on yours. It felt like a paradise.

There was a weird feeling creeping up your cock and you felt like you were going to burst. “A-Ah, Mattheo-”

He took a glance at you before looking down at your cock. “Let it out, darlin’. Cum for me, you pretty boy.” His words of affirmation set you over the edge. You moaned loudly as cum shot from your tip, creeping up your chest and dribbling off the side of it. You panted heavily as Mattheo continued to pump into you. It felt so overwhelming for him to keep going and you whined until he quickly pulled out, groaning quietly as he came.

“Ah, the things you do to me, doll.” He said, out of breath. He stayed leaning over you for a moment longer, catching his breath before he rolled off of you, lying beside you. He grasped at his cock, tearing the condom off of him and getting to his feet. You watched, still breathing heavily, as he moved to the bathroom. You heard the sink running for a moment before he returned with a cloth. He carefully leaned over you and wiped you free of any remnants of your climax. As he did, his eyes locked onto yours. There was a hint of adoration in his eyes as he took in your fucked-out expression.

Once you were sufficiently cleaned, Mattheo entered the bathroom once more. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch him and find out what he was going to do, but your eyes slipped closed without your permission and you found yourself asleep rather quickly.

The next morning, you felt sore. You stretched carefully, wincing slightly at the feeling of your sore ass and muscles before moving to stand up. You flinched when two arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you back down to the bed. You were pleasantly surprised to see Mattheo there, eyes hooded with sleep. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?”

You turned in his grasp, facing him. “Mattheo? You didn’t leave?”

He let out a noise as he adjusted slightly, “Why would I do that?” His eyes opened slightly more and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I thought- Were you telling the truth last night? You really want to be my boyfriend?”

He chuckled, his voice still gruff from just waking up. “Why would I lie to you, doll? You’re mine.” You felt warm again before hesitantly wrapping your arms around him. He hummed, resting his head on top of yours. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Sore.” You replied quietly. “But not in an awful way.” Your hands caressed his back and you could feel scratches that you left. “I’m sorry for scratching you.”

“You won’t see me complaining.” Mattheo commented with a laugh. “I quite like seeing how you marked me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh shush.” You hummed before realizing, sitting up. “Oh, did you mark me? I remember you paying a lot of attention to my neck and collar.”

His eyes trailed down your neck and chest. “More than just your neck and collar.” You glanced down. Last night you hadn’t noticed, but there were hickies on your chest. You ran hot as you hurried to the mirror in your room. Mattheo laughed as he saw you frantically locating all of the marks.

“Mattheo, this isn’t funny!” You hissed without any viper. “How will we hide these from my brother?”

“We could just let them be there. Who cares? I know I want to see you walking the halls with my marks. Dissuade those girls in your class from staring at you as if you were a piece of meat.”

His comment made you blink, “What? Nobody stares at me like that.”

Mattheo scoffed, “Sure. Of course you’d think that. You never noticed me staring at you and you spent an awful lot of time looking back.”

“You- You saw me?!”

“I’m surprised Draco never noticed.” He chuckled once again. 

You were quiet, investigating the marks before sighing. “I still need to hide these. If it's okay with you, I don’t want Draco knowing about us right now.” He frowned slightly but nodded. “I just- I know how he can be around people. Especially because of me. You wouldn’t believe the last time somebody tried to ask me on a date. She was afraid to even look at me after that. And I declined her invite!”

“You think he’ll care? That was two years ago.” Mattheo said, stretching as he made his way towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around to face him. With your silence, he sighed. “Fine. I don’t mind. Besides, gives me a chance to keep you to myself. Mark you however I like without anyone knowing it was me.” He smirked. “Yeah, maybe I like the sound of that.”

“Mattheo!” You shrieked quietly, hiding your embarrassed face in his chest as he laughed.

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bakugo fluff to heal the soul!

bakugo katsuki was fuming in his seat.

it’s not necessarily strange for him to be doing so, but normally it was due to the antics of kirishima and kaminari that gets him all riled up. this time though? it was you.

it all started the moment you stepped foot into the classroom because as soon as mina noticed you, she was already shouting her heart out at this hour of the morning (not that the time mattered much to bakugo because he wanted her to shut up at all times of the day).

but it was what she said that ticked him off even more.

“y/n! you’ve got an admirer!”

bakugo katsuki had to watch in slow-fucking-motion how your face lit up in a (beautiful) smile that almost had his anger raging as wildly as his explosions because it wasn’t him that was making you smile like that.

it wasn’t his love letter that had you giggling and flustered, it wasn’t his bouquet of flowers that you were fawning over and it wasn’t his box of sweets that you were admiring. only he had the right to make you feel like that. 

bakugo is brought out of his misery with the familiar voice of a certain red-haired. “oi! thought you’d never confess to y/n, finally grew a pair?” kirishima asked, bending down to match the blond’s seated position. 

bakugo scowls harder as he gruffly murmured, “that wasn’t me.”

“oh man! really?” kirishima looked back at your desk, noticing the gentle way that you were handling the gifts, setting them down on the floor beside you. “i guess y/n is popular, better shoot your shot before it’s too late.”

small explosions spark from bakugo’s palms as he screams, “i know, dumbass!” 

for the rest of school he had to witness the dazed, delicate expression you wore, paired with a gentle smile that never seemed to fade from your lips the whole day. he even found you fiddling with the card you received, reading it over for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. 

bakugo could write a better one. 

and if that wasn’t enough, he had to watch the way you held the gifts closely in your arms, cradled protectively to your chest as you tried to preserve their sacredness, hearing about how you were going to ‘put the flowers on my windowsill. they’ll be so pretty!’. 

he was going to blast those stupid floras into pieces, not understanding why you were feeling so special over some stupid extra’s ‘chivalrous’ actions because you deserved far better.

and you better fucking believe that he could make you smile wider than anyone else 

that’s what he did, knocking on your door ferociously the next day, bakugo katsuki was holding an even bigger bouquet of arranged flowers, far more grand than the small one you received yesterday, as well as some of your favourite pastries from the local bakery that you always took him to. and as a card? well, it was him. did you need any more? 

was his heart racing because of nerves or because of spite? he didn’t know.

“coming!” your voice comes from the other side of the door and sure enough, the telltale sign of a door unlocking reaches bakugo’s ears. you greet him with a smile, “oh, hey! bakugo- whoa, that is a big bouquet of flowers.”

“‘s for you,” he grumbles, unable to look away from your expression, gauging for a reaction. you’re silent for a moment before pointing at yourself. 

a weak ‘me?’ slips past your mouth.

“who else, dumbass? you’re the only one worthy of fuckin’ flowers.”

he dumps them in your arms and you gape at him. “wait- was it you that gave me-”

“nope, but you best believe i outdid them.”

you laugh, a sound that bakugo has grown to cherish over the time you’ve spent together. with a softer, adoring look in your eyes, bakugo thinks he’s reached the peak of life as you meet his gaze. “thank you, bakugo,” you say quietly but there’s something in your voice that tells him that you’re trying to keep your giddiness on the low. he can tell in the way that you marvel at the flowers with a wondrous expression, holding them to your heart.

he scoffs, not in a dismissive way, but in a manner of content.

“oi, i’m takin’ you out tomorrow night, on a date.” bakugo tells you and your chest flutters in the way that it always does when you’re around him. “you’re always pretty so i don’t need to tell you this, but dress nice.”

you beam at him and his heart stutters, “‘kay, only for you though.”

“don’t say shit like that!” the blush on bakugo’s face tells you enough as he stomps away.

he’s happy when you send him a picture of his flowers that sit pretty on your windowsill.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — WHEN HE PUTS IT IN

ft. diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, zhongli (separately, x f!reader)

be warned: nsfw. mdni.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — DILUC

oh my gods, is there a more attentive, conscientious lover than diluc ragnvindr? the redheaded vintner has been kissing, licking, and sucking nearly every inch of your body in his candlelit bedchamber for almost an hour. your fingers are tangled in his soft hair as you pant into his mouth when he rises to kiss you. your legs are still shaking from the orgasm he sucked from your clit mere moments ago when the underside of his big, veiny cock drags slowly between your slippery folds. “f-fuck me, luc,” you breathe as he holds your face in his rough, loving hands. finally, his leaking tip catches on your opening; the pressure and delicious drag of his girth against your tight walls as he spreads you open takes your breath away. “fuuuck, you always feel so incredible when i take you, my love,” diluc groans against your neck as you suck him in deeper and deeper.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — ITTO

honestly has almost no self-control. the moment he dips his monstrous cockhead inside your cute pink pussy, he’s bullying his fat length inside you with a growl, one thrust after another. but he’s not a mean or selfish lover, no. he just gets a little…excited…sometimes. so all you need to do is gently remind him, between sobs, to go slow. and he will, apologetically. your oni will tower over you, strong hands planted firmly on either side of you, holding himself up to keep most of his weight off you. he’s going much slower now, almost too slow as he carefully nudges his heavy cock against the resistance put up by your tiny, wet pussy. keeps asking “are you okay?” “does it feel good?” “am i hurting you?” “are you sure?” when the broad head of his beast-cock eventually kisses your cervix, there’s still two inches of him to go. but he handles you like a porcelain doll until you dig your heels into his firm ass and demand that he start fucking you already.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — KAEYA

his cock bounces when he swipes his thumb over his slit to collect a drop of his pre before pushing it to your lips. “tell me, how do i taste, lover?” you moan, eyes sliding closed as you suck his salty flavor from his thumb. “so, so good, kaeya. i could drink you like wine, baby.” he smiles, pleased as punch with your answer. “perhaps that can be arranged,” he purrs, sultry as ever. “i’ll have plenty more where that came from…” he pauses to slap your clit with his cock a few times…"after i ruin this beautiful pussy of yours.” watches you with fascination, those gorgeous heterochromatic eyes of ice and gold watching every flutter of your eyelids, every quiver of your lip, every crease of your brow as he fills you up with his perfect dick. your hole stretching around his thick tip as he pushes it through with a soft pop. you fill his mouth with whimpers and coos as he fills your sweltering cunt with his throbbing cock.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — THOMA

has been dry humping you for what feels like hours, the rough material of his pants soaked with your need as he grinds his hard bulge against your clit. you’re keening and squirming under him, nearly in tears. “what’s the matter, pretty baby? is something wrong?” thoma asks, his tone so sweet and innocent that you almost believe he doesn’t know until you see his crooked smirk and the teasing glint in his kind, green eyes. “t-thoma please…need to feel you…please!” ever the pleaser, he raises to his knees. you watch, licking your lips as he unfastens his pants and pushes them down to mid-thigh. his pretty cock - long and pale with an angry red tip - springs out and slaps his taut, naked belly with a wet smack. “how can i say no to my baby when she asks so politely?” he guides his erection to your opening, pre drooling from his slit as he gives it a couple of strokes just before pressing inside you. you’ve been so keyed up for so long that the second his cockhead rubs against your sweet spot, you cum on the spot, mewling and pawing at his chest. but thoma doesn’t stop there; he just keeps on easing his length through your slick, clenching walls as you whimper and whine his name. you squeeze your thighs around his narrow hips as they begin to rock, mercifully rewarding you by spreading your sopping wet walls around his girth again and again and again.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — ZHONGLI

presses his blunt tip against your opening then settles down on top of you, sinking inside one exquisite inch at a time. wants to be close to you and look into your eyes as his cock invades your helpless little cunt. the intensity of his golden gaze is too much; between his beauty and the way he’s easing his godly cock deep inside, you have to look away, too overwhelmed to maintain eye contact. but he quickly corrects you as his thumb caresses your flushed cheek. “darling love, open your eyes. look at me when i’m entering you,” he says, a low growl rumbling in his chest and your slick oozing out around his wide base when his balls finally press all the way against you.

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Pros of hyperfixiation:

Happy!

Art ideas

Life is good

Cons of hyperfixiation:

I am going to blow up

All my art is of the same guy

If I don't think about this 24/7 I get violent