#sorry for any typo i am tired

[zorosdimples]

mdni. cw: foot job. the idea stemmed from this post.

ino takuma thinks you’re bluffing.

“you clearly don’t know me very well,” he shrugs playfully, plopping down to sit next to you at the foot of your bed.

he bumps your shoulder and you scoff. “you think i don’t know my own boyfriend? you’re just scared to admit that i could be right.”

he demurs without skipping a beat. “bullshit.”

you chuckle. “okay. prove it, then.”

oh—those are fighting words. he can’t back down; he loves it when you’re like this: pushy and stubborn, a curl to your lip that has never once led him astray. he squints at you in mock appraisal, umber eyes sparkling with mirth. he grins, cheeks dimpling.

“go ahead and show me your best, baby.”

“fuck—shit. jesus. could you pl-please,” takuma gasps, throwing his head back, “please slow down?”

your smile is sharp, a bright, mischievous gash that distorts your usually-placid demeanor. “how about no,” you coo. “this is what you get for doubting me.”

you stop stroking his length, your right foot dancing down to toy with this balls, your left foot pressing—perhaps too harshly—against his shaft. he groans as you play with his sack, rolling the ball of your foot against his velvety skin.

the man huffs. “are you seriously gonna—?”

pausing all movement, you look up at him with a warm gaze. “we can stop here if you want to.”

there’s something about your gentle tone and the vulnerable position he’s in that makes his cheeks flush; he pulls his beanie down over his eyes. as much as he wants to deny it, to gloat, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong—so, so, so wrong—he can’t.

if you keep this up, he’s going to finish. all over your feet.

he pushes his beanie up and shakes his head. his voice wavers. “keep going, please.”

[italian-aspec-forces]

Prepare to Destroy or be Destroyed

Hello, my beautiful aspecs and allo allies! Are you a part of the aspec community thus meaning that you inherently have an innate desire to conquer the world? Well, this is surely the blog for you! Though I am fully aware that @actual-aspec-military, I have decided to create my own Italian faction of that particularly excellent blog. To be perfectly honest, I don't care whether you are Italian or a part of the aspect community; if you aren't, I can always adopt you and you can become my child, as long as you are respectful. @denmark-forreal, @denmark-official, @official-denmark and @denmarklandia-official, watch out! We shall be coming for you firstly!

Considering as I am lazy and a burnout disappointment who cannot be bothered to rephrase the description of my account, just know that I have copied and pasted the following introduction from my main gimmick account, so have fun guessing who I am!

Firstly, I am a minor, so please behave yourselves and don't be creeps.My pronouns are she/her and I am an oriented aroace lesbian, meaning that I don't experience any sexual or romantic attraction, but that I experience aesthetic attraction towards women. I am also apothisexual, meaning that I am both ace and sex-repulsed.

[alicenpai]

i'm going to montreal - here's my otakuthon 2023 catalogue!! ❤💙💛🥀

i'm tabling with castella & we're at table O575, come by and say hello! :3 so pumped to visit montreal again hehe! 🌟 due to travel weight restrictions i have to leave some stock at home... im not sure if anything will sell out, so come early!! :3 there is also a possible shipping mishap rn, and some sticker stock may not be available for this con.. just as a heads up 🧍‍♂️

[arctic-bookclub]

after seeing this amazing post by @the-purest i felt compelled to create this so enjoy :] jurgen leitner rant [code monster edition] under the cut because it’s long:

Ph1LzA: THE CODE MONSTER?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING CODE MONSTER? GODDAMN FOOL PICTURE TAKING EGG KILLING CORRUPTED BINARY BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING CODE MONSTER

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT THE CODE MONSTER I HATE IT SO MUCH WHY DOES IT HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP WEAPONS WHY DID IT DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT ONLY TO REFUSE TO FIGHT ME IS IT AN EGG? IS IT A BASTARD? BINARY BITCH HAS SUCH A VISCERAL EFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN ON THE SERVER NEVER SEEN THIS CODES FACE AND I KNOW IT HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST HAIRCUT GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said the code monster is waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with the code monster dropping one item in person on quesadilla island in minecraft not only will i close the game i will delete my launcher out of spite and have to redownload all the mods again for the experience of being able to miss all the times when its mentioned or alive

i don't even know why i hate it so much. it takes pictures but i am just mad because i am angy

it better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if it’s just some federation shithead who’s a fan of angst and wanted the eggs dead i'll go ham

better have had a been a failed corrupted egg because if it isn’t i'm going to make it

paypal.com/IFuckingHateTheCodeMonster

servers not even about it. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to be maybe its purpose and i lost it

where the fuck is the code monster if it’s still alive i'm going to so deeply wish it wasn't

weak creative mode code

i'll punch the code and its sad cowardly creative mode binary numbers will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and it will disintegrate until all that's left is one final picture it kept on it at all times titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient morsecode

i'm not breathing i'm hyperventilating at this point

i hope there's a date given for when the code died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the code who had so many fucked up if true theories about it

[sassyandclassy94]

I'm so glad that didn't come off creepy😂

Same to you if you ever want to talk or dump thoughts about the Boys in my inbox it's always open to you too!! I'm excited to have someone to talk to about it😂

I think my sister is tired of hearing about my love for Don Hume 😂

Not at all!! You’re good!

I may have to just take you up on that when I’m not so darn tired🥱

I hear you! I KNOW my dad and a few of my sisters are sick of my love for Don Hume too🥴

Im also so happy he’s your favorite!!! He’s my favorite too!!!! (I’m actually working on a oneshot series about him right now!)

[anoddopal]

I went on a transport trip for work today and it made me think how nice it would have been to have somebody else with me; someone to converse with, to help me maneuver through unfamiliar places. A navigator, perhaps? 🎩💄

👉 One of the things La.ffitte and Silva enjoy doing together is exploring new places! When they aren’t too busy fulfilling duties for Admiral Te.ach then chances are they’ve absconded away on an adventure [in the post timeskip era they have a surprisingly generous amount of free time on their hands]! La very much relishes in the process of embarking on a journey. He savors the experience of escapades that occur when traveling to and fro. Bun definitely keeps her eyes set on the destination. The first half of their romps are always exiting, as is reaching what they set out to see/find, but Silva often finds bunself tuckered out on the way back. Not that La.ffitte minds- it means she’ll actually get some rest, and he can certainly do the majority of the talking in the meantime!

No matter where they go or what they do, the couple are right by each other’s sides all the while. As a result, the both of them are never too far away from home. 💜💖

[autisticlee]

I wasn't diagnosed with hEDS, despite very much suspecting it before that. my doctor used that testing method (I always forget the name of) that looks at like 5 joints only and judges based on that. some of those happened to be joints I don't have as much issue with (for example, my elbows and knees don't bend past the degree required and my back is way too stiff to touch the ground without a lot of stretching first) but I was told I have general, basically harmless joint hypermobility and there's no treatment to help me or anything. I'm basically fine I guess?

I was told by a few people on twitter that the test is outdated and the issues I mention having sounds a lot like hEDS and I need a second opnion (but can't get one because that's the only doctor in my hospital/insurance system) so all I have to go by is what people online have told me from a guess and what a doctor told me. so I really don't know what the truth it. but I feel obligated to go off of what the doctor said and say "I'm fine" because I was also told by twitter people that this "isnt something to wish for/it's a very serious condition/you can't just self diagnosed this/etc" so I can only assume I just have a few joints that bend more than they should but it's fine.

(this is longer than i expected so i'll cut it)

my joints are always popping and cracking and feeling very loose and floppy. I don't get big dislocations requiring hospital visits that I am told are a required symptoms of hEDS. )I can dislocated my jaw on demand though and have to use my hands to put it back lmao and other joints get stuck and feel like they're trying to dislocate and stuff like that? i've had toes and fingers dislocated and my parents just yank on them until they pop back in. my hips are some of the worst joints i think. of course those aren't tested in the EDS test. i'll be walking and suddenly my hip feels like it pops out of place or gets stuck. if i'm standing and shift my hips, I can feel it pop really dramatically. always a dull pain, sometimes sharp pain that makes it very hard to walk untol it goes away. but I try to ignore it.

I feel like I have high pain tolerance (not sure if due to being autistic and having weird sensory issues, or from basically being trained my while life to ignore my pain because my parents couldn't afford to take me to doctors, being told to suck it up i'm being dramatic, getting ignored or told others "have it worse," etc.) so i've just been accepting the joint pain I get, especially from my very physically demanding job, and don't do much about it. I'm pretty sure most, if not all my sleep problems are due to chronic pain and discomfort. everyone tries to tell me it's all in .y head and I can't sleep because my mind is "too active" and i'm just "thinking too much" so i've been suggested so many things to treat anxiety. thkae don't work and meds made it WAY worse. i'm the definition of "head empty" when i'm trying to sleep. I don't think that's it lmao. if it's anything in my head, it's the vivid dreams I have. but do dreams make you feel like you got physically hit by a truck? maybe mentally, yeah.

my mom, who I work with, has chronic pain and back and other problems. so since she "just deals with it" she applies that to me and says "mine is worse/I deal with it every day and it mever stops/I can't help you/you have nothing to complain about/etc" and not just her, my whole family seems to have chronic pain and stuff. it's like it's genetic, idk. so i'm expected to work through it and ignore it. she doesn't use any mobility aids despite probably needing to, so it was never suggested to me. i've had pain and issues most my life but was always told i'm "too young to have any pain. wait until you're 25/30/35" (the number changes as I get older for some reason...) "you arent allowed to complain/experience pain now, you're too young. exercise more. you sit at your computer too much. etc" so i've just tried to ignore it and deal with it because i'm overreacting and it's not bad, right? others have it worse.

I visited some friends this past week. One friend is disabled and uses a cane/wheelchair to aid her mobility due to severe chronic pain. I brought my hip brace with me, which helps hold my hip in the joint a little and helps stop it popping out as I walk (there's still pain though, but it stops my joint from popping out sideways when i move it, if that makes sense?) my friend noticed me struggling and despite me telling her i'm fine and this or normal, she demanded I don't just "deal with it" like everyone else. she made sure I had my brace on, shared her pain meds, and made me borrow her cane while she used her wheelchair.

we went to an anime convention and met up with one of my friend's friends for a little bit. she also uses a cane when walking around a lot. she noticed my hip issues and my skin having a bad reaction to the double sided tape I was using for cosplays and asked if I had EDS because I showed signs like people she knows who have it. that kind of further makes me wonder if maybe my doctor misdiagnosed because of the bad outdated test? perhaps it's not and i'm overthinking it. i'm just thinking that if that's what it it actually is, it would be nice to know so I know how to help myself? like maybe there's more treatments than just ignoring standard hypermobility? and what if there's other related issues i'd have to watch for amd not know about?

but anyway, borrowing my friends cane, with and even without my hip brace (sometimes with wrist brace too if i remembered because wrist pain particularly due to an old, severe injury as a kid), doing a ton of walking all week, I noticed I never got sharp hip and knee pains that I get normally that almost down me every day at work or when going for a walk. I always try to ignore them and push through and continue what I'm doing. I assume that's fine and even get annoyed at myself for being so overreacting to it????? i'm suppsed to have high pain tolerance, right? i'm making a big deal out of nothing probably!!!!

but using it that whole week and finding that it helped makes me wonder if I should get my own???? not that I really go anywhere and I can't use it at work because I have to use my hands the whole time. (or is that attention seeking behavior? I know using one draws negative attention because people are assholes about that stuff. but it's still attention. am I secretly wanting attention???) I also wonder if i'm experiencing more issues than I think. like have I gotten so used to ignoring things that it's actually worse than I think? am I a walking imposter syndrome? i've heard you can dull your own sense of pain by ignoring it long enough and being autistic with sensory issues can also cause a reduced sense of pain. it seemed like being around other disabled people and people who actually paid attention to me meant people noticed me struggling more than I notice, if that makes sense?? but I don't know i'd I am truly struggling or i'm unconsciously making it up????

when I was on my way home walking through the airport, I thought I was doing fine. yeah, I was going slower than everyone else and leaning on my rolling carryon luggage, but i'm sure I was fine......I must have looked like I was struggling. a man driving one of those little transport vehicles through the hall stopped and asked if I was ok. I said i'm fine and he insisted I get on and he take me down the rest of the very long hall. he got to the end where it splits and I needed the opposite way he was headed so he called for someone with a wheelchair to scoop me up and take me to my gate and wouldn't accept a no.

I thought i'd be fine shuffling the hour long layover I had to the opposite side of the airport to my gate, but turns out I made it a minute after boarding time started even with other people running me through on wheels double the speed or more i was going myself. I may have missed my flight if I kept shuffling on my own.....

even though it was a lot of help, I still felt bad, like I was taking up resources from people who really needed it. I never considered myself physically disabled despite my weird joint issues, weakness, chronic pain, lack of balance and coordination, etc. it was a lot of help, and like I said, I may have missed my plane without it, but I still felt really bad and still do, like a fraud, like I was wasting something others needed more. I just feel like my struggles aren't enough to warrant any thpe of disability aid, if they can even be considered struggles at all. I felt like i'm an able person being fake and taking something that doesn't belong to me, wasting resources that aren't meant for me, despite it not being me who chose it or asked for it. I tried to refuse, but it was given to me by someone who seems to have felt I needed it????? should I have rejected it more and tried to be more insistent on being fine? (though i'm not sure i'd be capable of that since I was overwhelmed and my autistic brain can barely handle airports....so talking at all was kind of out of the question)

i really feel like I don't need or deserve help like that! I need to deal with it on my own and ignore it, right? others have it worse! it's not that bad. I can deal with it on my own. maybe i'm being dramatic about any pain and stuff i'm experiencing and need to suck it up and stop complaining. It's not bad enough to even mention it! maybe i'm unconsciously trying to get attention or something like that. unconsciously looked like I was struggling for some kind of attention or something (despite trying to always shrink and hide myself in public to be left alone, especially when sensory overwhelmed). I hope I didn't impede anyone who needed and deserved help more than me 🥺😔

[scary-lasagna]

You said Jeff's a dirty talker? I would like to request a drabble based around that, if you don't mind. -Unus anon

oh god it's been a while since i drabbled smut. Keep in mind this is Yan!Jeff, regular Jeff is definitely not this good at dirty talking. nor am i so bare me

tw: knife play, blood play, degradation, a few slaps

Yan!Jeff [Look at me, Sweetface] [NSFW]

'Such a dirty little whore,' You recalled him saying moments before he approached the bed. His words still echoed in your mind, and embarrassingly enough, you liked it. And boy did he know it.

"Are you squirming in fear, or are you just excited by my mere presence?" The killer cooed, allowing the bite of his blade to mercilessly drag across your skin. Sighing through a hungry growl, Jeff attacked your skin with thirsty kisses, lapping up the crimson ribbons with a dangerous eagerness. "I really can't tell." He giggled more to himself than to your squirming whimpers.

Jeff dragged his tongue along the open slit above your nipple, "Oh, you taste so sweet, my little cumslut. How many orgasms do you think you'll have tonight? Five? Six? Maybe we can even shoot for ten, whaddya say?"

You hissed at the sting of his tongue cruising your open, bleeding wound and gripped your pillow to distract a moan from arising.

"I'll take that as a yes.~" Jeff suckled on your skin, no doubt attempting to bruise you up with blooms of blue and grey with attentive kisses.

How did you even get into this situation? You locked the door after coming home from work and, like a fool, you thought Jeff couldn't find a way past the window lock.

Wrong.

He's a trained killer, of course he'll find a way past the shitty, now half broken lock.

And he entered right before you reached your climax while masturbating.

The same man that destroyed your life over and over always had you screaming in bliss by the end of the night. You loved the feeling he gave you, the pleasure that no other person could even dream of giving you.

"Holy Hell, I cannot wait to feel what it's like inside your needy hole.

He obsessed over your body, your cute moans and whimpers as he squeezed and tongued your flesh, the way your spine jerked if he thrust just right, your memorizing ruby river that complimented your skin so beautifully that he just had to suck it out like a bloodthirsty vampire. Maybe that's why you loved this crazy fucker so much. He loved you to death and back.

You were already naked, and Jeff couldn't help the disappointment of the lack of joy he felt when slicing your clothes off. He supposes there's always next time to indulge in his own fantasies.

"That blood of yours is so sweet, like red licorice." His gravelly voice purred along your chest as he traveled down your bare body. His knife delicately crossed your nipple, you couldn't help the involuntary goosebumps that riddled your legs from the sheer cold and sharpness of the blade.

You often wondered how you were still alive after all of this time, especially as you watched him dangle his small amount of mercy by a small thread in front of you each day.

"I need you like I need air to breathe, my [Y/N]. You make me so fucking hungry for your body, your voice, and that sweet succulent taste I can't find on any other human." The singed ends of his hair grazed your sensitive skin as he snuggled between your thighs.

One lick. Then two. Then three. You were so sensitive from earlier that you were already so close to cumming. Your thighs jerked around his dancing lips and your hips bucked against his desperate hands, clawing and digging into the flesh of your ass.

"Ah, ah. Not yet, doll. We have a whole night ahead of us, don't we?"

[aspenlovesdc]

Completely hypothetical Green Lantern lore I may use in this au but I might not it depends if it makes sense in the morning because I am writing this at midnight so there’s a 50/50 chance this is a bad idea.

So, I have no plans to use the life and death lanterns. I do like the concept of joy and sorrow lanterns though, I just think they weren’t the best executed. Basically I could make white lanterns joy and black lanterns sorrow. I had the rough thought that joy lanterns only come around if someone accepts all of the emotional spectrum, both the good and bad as negative emotions do have a purpose and shouldn’t be gotten rid of entirely and only in accepting that can true joy be found, and sorrow being the opposite of that.

This makes sense in my head, idk how well I explained that though. This may not go anywhere, I am very tired right now I just wanted to talk about this.

[erigold13261]

psst, to the anon who gave me ask on pink hair (i already forgot the name again lol), i'll do something with that later :3 but thanks for sending it in! i'd probably rememebr names better if i had subtitles but alas, i don't so you giving me the wrods written is great!

also yes! tiger plant, plant tiger, whatever, gonna have fun with that concept when i get to it

[industrial---complex]

hi! im pretty new to the rw community (planning to get the game soon!) so im sorry if this is a silly question, but when you post gifs of the creatures and include their ID, what does the ID actually mean? is it something that dictates how the entity looks like in-game or something to that effect?

okay so you know how a seed in minecraft will spawn the same world per seed like in this seed a group of sheep always spawn here and a village is over there and there is a jungle 700 blocks that way

well an id is like a seed for a creature in rain world an id sets its appearance and personality

[yurissweettooth]

I would try to not get too worried about people posting "don't do that" about fandom. In the end, the statement "you can just block it if you don't like that!" goes both ways, and if someone is allowed to say "normalize mischaracterization" (which makes the series-absolutists mad) then series-absolutists are allowed to say "man it annoys the shit out of me when people mischaracterize x characters" (which makes the other side mad) In the end both sides need to go "oh this isn't for me", block and move on. It's just people talking on the internet about what they like or what bugs them and shouldn't ever be treated as more than that. But yeah it's mean if someone quotes someone else's post to say what they're doing is wrong lol just make your own post so you aren't getting that person involved at that point

Hi! ^^ So I should state that I actually 100% agree with what you are saying here and this is actually the stance I already had, so perhaps I should have clarified better in my original post 😅 [Also, I feel like tone indicators can get kinda confusing so I'll just say that I mean this in a very neutral/explanatory way with no negative feelings! I just feel like I should have worded my initial post better so I'll clarify a little here ^^] So my original post/vent was not about people simply saying they dislike a thing (even in that post I specified that I do not like/enjoy similar things and find plenty of takes that annoy me all the time and there are plenty of ways people engage in fandom that I simply do not understand or enjoy) but I was referring more to the mean-spirited posts that are belittling, shaming, and reducing people who are just trying to have fun down to people who are idiots with no reading comprehension and fake love for a series. Posts that accrue thousands of responses of people chiming in about how stupid, annoying, etc. said people are, naming and shaming people, etc. etc. And if it were simply just the posts alone I'd just block and ignore (as I try to do anyway) but it is also the fact that the same sentiments are being/have been directly targeted at me and others who I care for and probably plenty of other people as well. I would like to have fun on my own time and not be berated and told to "kys" because I HC a character a certain way. It is tiresome to be have wild assumptions made about my beliefs and morality because I examined both sides of a morally grey character or enjoyed a character even though they have done wrong and I don't align with them. It is annoying to draw a silly little doodle for fun or write a crackfic and have someone rip it apart because I am "reducing a character down to a single trope" (<-literally the intention of shitposts that are not meant to be taken seriously, not a reflection of my genuine thoughts or interpretation). I do not like when I post something innocuous and someone who thinks it's stupid and annoying reblogs it which gets a chorus of other people telling me how stupid and annoying it is when I was doing something for fun and sharing it for others who might enjoy it too. I know this is the internet, I know it has been full of assholes since the beginning of time and will be forever, but I do not think it is unfair or unreasonable to wish that people could be kinder to others even if that may never happen. I also thin it's fair to wish that people would not act as though they are morally superior because they enjoy fiction in a way others, name and shame people doing innocuous things they don't like leading to harassment, or reduce others down to ableist remarks. The latter is doubly problematic because there are MANY neurodivergent people in fandom who very well might have issues understanding the text and should 100% be allowed to exist peacefully and have fun anyway but are often subjected to bullying and ridicule as it is.

I think saying "hey, let's make it more acceptable for people to engage in fandom however they want to so long as it's fun for you and not hurting anyway" is very different than retweeting someone's post to thousands of people to tell them they are a fake fan because they wanted to have fun without backlash.

Same goes for the other way around too. I'm never going to say someone doing something innocent like stating their opinions or frustrations is wrong or bad for doing so, so long as they aren't bullying or belittling or being ableist about it or actively supporting people who are.

I just wanted to make sure I clarified that I never said nor do I believe that people cannot hold the opinion that things in fandom are annoying because I do not believe that. 😅 I just think that we shouldn't be assholes to/about people just because of that though.

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I promise you the bed will be so much comfier” — Austin butler x reader

Summary: you are Florence’s bestie and meet Austin through her while she’s on set during filming for Dune :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: fluff! Slow burn, no real romance, friends before dating typa cuteness! I wrote this while extremely tired so sorry if there are typos </3

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Your best friend, Florence, was in the UAE for filming for Dune. When Florence told you she was going to be spending those 5 shooting weeks either in the desert or alone in the apartment they would provide for her, you offered to find some time to visit her for a bit, but it ended up in you just coming with her for almost the whole time.

You settled into a routine with her nicely, though you didn’t see much of her for more than a few hours at a time. Mostly you filled your time with exploring the nearby areas, reading and occasionally visiting Flo on set. It was during one of these days that you first met Austin.

It was easy to get along with his relaxed demeanour, and his charm made it even easier to strike up a friendship of sorts. It wasn’t long before your friendship with him felt as though there wasn’t a time where you hadn’t known each other.

One early morning, you found yourself tossing and turning in bed. Sleep eluded you, and the more you tried to force it, the more restless you became. Frustrated and tired, you grabbed your phone to check the time. 6:14. Florence had long shoot this day and you didn’t want to wake her up any earlier she had to be up. Pushing past the straining sensation the light of your phone gave your eyes, you decided to text Austin, who didn’t have to be on set until the evening.

“You awake? I can’t sleep.”

No reply as you scrolled aimlessly, waiting. Figuring his silence was a ‘no,’ you put your phone down and tried for the hundredth time to fall asleep. Just as the the room fell back to darkness, a buzz beside your head alerted you back to full consciousness.

“I am. Come over, door will be unlocked for you.”

You didn’t hesitate. All the cast and crew were staying in houses along the same strip and Austin’s was conveniently just across the road. You slipped on your shoes and quietly made your way over, the early morning air cool and refreshing against your skin as you knocked lightly before pushing the door open. You found Austin in the kitchen, already making his breakfast and a coffee.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a warm smile, “you look sleepy.”

“Because I am,” you replied, with slightly more attitude than you intended, “I just couldn’t get comfortable.”

You turned to leave, going to curl up at the end of the couch in the living room.

He soon joined you, placing his food on the coffee table. You lifted your head from the back of the sofa to look up at him.

Austin motioned towards his bedroom. “If you want to try and get some more sleep, I promise you the bed will be so much comfier.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, hesitating for a moment.

“Yeah, of course,” Austin said, leading you towards his room. “Make yourself at home.”

You slipped into his bed, instantly feeling enveloped in comfort. Austin closed the curtains but left the door open, ensuring you could rest without feeling too closed in. His sheets smelt divine, just like the way he smelt every day, but softer. And between you and well, you, there may have been some feelings starting to develop for him.

You actually did manage to get some rest, when the sound of conversation woke you. You heard Florence’s voice ask if he’d seen you.

Austin replied, “Yeah, she’s in bed,” nodding towards his room.

Concern painted Flo’s face, “she slept with you?”

Austin shook his head, setting down his coffee. "No, she came over earlier. She’s just having a nap. She couldn’t sleep at your place."

Florence crossed her arms, studying him carefully. "Mhm. And are you trying to sleep with her?"

Austin met her gaze evenly. "No, I’m not trying to sleep with her."

"So, there are no feelings for her? And it’s normal for you to let anyone you’ve known four weeks sleep in your bed?" Florence pressed, her concern evident. She was your best friend, and you did only know Austin a few weeks. She really was only looking out for you, even if she was being a bit pushy for half seven in the morning.

Austin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Right now, my feelings for her are friend deep because that is all I’ll let them be. If she makes it clear to me that she wants me to make my move, then I will allow myself to feel more.”

Florence nodded slowly, her expression softening. "I just don’t want you hurting her."

"I promise, that is the very last thing I want to do," Austin assured her.

Florence glanced towards the bedroom, then back at Austin. "Alright, I’ve got to go. I’m already late. Thanks for the breakfast," she said, holding up the small to-go container he gave her.

"No problem," Austin replied with a warm smile. "Don’t work too hard."

Florence gave him a cheeky nod and grin before disappearing, her voice yelling, “I will hurt you if I find out you try anything on her,” earning a laugh from Austin.

You decided to pretend to still be asleep so he wouldn’t know you heard any of their conversation. Austin took a moment to gather himself before heading towards his bedroom where he thought you were still sleeping. He approached the doorframe and knocked gently. You groaned softly, stirring but not quite waking.

"Sorry," Austin whispered, not wanting to startle you. "Are you ready for some breakfast?"

You shook your head, still half-buried in the pillows. Austin smiled softly, about to walk away, when he heard you mumble his name.

"Yeah?" he responded, turning back towards you.

You reached out towards him, and he stepped closer, thinking you were asking for help getting up. But instead of taking his hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck, insisting on being held.

He leaned down, his strong arms easily lifting her from the bed. You nestled against him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go? The couch?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, your hair brushing against his cheek. You laid your head more comfortably on his shoulder, and Austin took the cue, gently swaying back and forth, like rocking a baby. His arms were strong and steady, capable of holding you for as long as you needed him to.

You stayed like this for several minutes, the morning light casting a soft glow through the partially closed curtains. Austin felt a deep sense of peace, content just to be there with you. Eventually, he felt you shift slightly, a sign that you were ready to move. He lowered you gently back down, your feet touching the floor. You looked up at him with a shy smile, your eyes filled with warmth.

"Let’s get you some breakfast,” he smiled back.

A/N: hi I’m back !! I missed y’all 🥹 sorry this is bleh imma bit rusty

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Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking requests but if you are can you do a Slytherin boy(preferably Mattheo, Theo, or Enzo but you can choose) x reader. So the reader was walking down the hall and they heard chanting and cheering so they went to check it out and they saw the Slytherin boy in a might. Their face was really bloody and already starting to bruise so the reader tries to break up the fight, but ends up accidentally getting hit. Before the Slytherin boy can do anything the reader punches the other person in the face and then drags the boy back to his dorm to clean him up. And the boy is just kinda awestruck by what he just witnessed, and he just admires the reader as she cleans and patches him up. Sorry that this turned out to be so long 😭 have a lovely day!

The Knockout Chronicles

Theodore Nott x Reader Mattheo Riddle x Reader Enzo Berkshire x Reader

warnings - cursing, blood, fighting

a.n. i am taking requests esp for the slytherins :)

sooo... I couldn't decide who to write this for so I just did all three I hope that's okay. also this is my first time writing for Mattheo and Enzo so please let me know if there's something off regarding their characters I tried to do as much research as possible.

i was so freaking excited to get a slytherin request that i literally wrote this all in one sitting so i apologize for any typos or anything. please feel free to send more slytherin requests!!

wc 1.9k (each piece is about 500-600 words)

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You yanked exhaustedly at the tie, finally undoing the loop and pulling the damned thing off your neck. After a long day of O.W.L's all you wanted was to find your boyfriend and collapse into his arms. Whether it was your dorm or his made no difference to you so long as you didn't have to do anything more for the remainder of the evening.

As you walked the corridor in search of your now missing little snake, you heard the distinct hollering and shouting of what was likely a fight taking place. Typically, you'd be there either watching or taking bets, but today was different. There was a tired in you that settled into your bones.

The gentle glow of the setting sun lit up the castle walls with beautiful hues of pinks and oranges as you debated the merits of actually going to get involved in this affair when suddenly, you heard a student call out a familiar name.

THEODORE

"YEAH! Go on Theo, kick his ass!"

You closed your eyes, leaned your head back, and took deep breaths as you attempted to suppress the rage currently building within you.

All you wanted was a peaceful, quiet evening in Theo's arms.

Nonetheless, you quickly advanced toward the noise. Despite having heard students cheering and chanting for him, you were still rather surprised to see your boyfriend on top of some poor Ravenclaw boy, beating the absolute snot out of him.

Theo's fist came down punch after punch. Unlike the loud atmosphere of the students who'd gathered, Theo fought in complete silence. Still, though he seemed calm and controlled, you knew that you had to put an end to it.

It wasn't often that Theodore Nott got into fights. He didn't like to let his emotions get the better of him. In fact, emotion was something his father had tried to beat out of him at a rather early age. But when he did get into fights, Theo was ruthless. He could beat someone to death and never change expression. In fact, most people avoided conflict with Theo entirely due to the boys ability to deliver blow after blow for hours on end.

This Ravenclaw boy didn't seem to get the message. You approached the pair of them and placed a gentle hand on Theo's shoulder. His fist froze mid-swing.

"That's enough, Theodore."

Your appearance gave the Ravenclaw the momentary distraction he needed to wriggle out from underneath. The boy immediately lunged at Theo as soon as his feet touched the ground. However, in his reckless abandon, his elbow found it's way to your cheek and hit you on the side of the face with an audible thud, effectively whipping your head sideways.

The courtyard fell silent.

For the first time since their fight began, Theo's emotionless front cracked. He was seething with pure rage.

"Listen, man, I-- I didn't mean--"

Even those that weren't deterred by Theo's reputation and had decided to fight him anyways knew that there was only one person in this world that Theodore Nott cared for. You. And if anyone ever messed with you, Theo was more than happy to provide them with a brutal trip to the afterlife.

But the punch that broke the boy's jaw wasn't delivered by Theo.

You shook your hand out, not expecting your knuckles to pop in the way that they did when your fist met his face. The force of your punch had knocked the Ravenclaw to the floor. Two of his friends suddenly pushed through from the crowd and picked him up as quickly as possible before the three of them took off down the hall.

You didn't say anything as you grabbed the arm of Theodore's shirt. You plucked his robes off of the floor and stormed out of the courtyard, towards the Slytherin Common Room. Theo was silent the entire walk there. It wasn't until you were perched on his lap, cleaning the cuts on his face and hands that he spoke.

"Merlin, all this time you've been able to throw a punch like that?"

"Keep fucking playing with me Theodore, and you'll find out just how mean of a punch I can throw."

MATTHEO

"C'mon Riddle!"

"Goddamnit." You huffed out as you barged through the doors that led to the one-eyed witch courtyard. Mattheo, whom you were unfortunately in a relationship with, was rather engaged in a surprisingly brutal fight with Stewart Ackerley, a Gryffindor in your year.

His shirt and hands were covered in deep red splotches which you could only assume were Stewart's blood. Mattheo had probably the roughest upbringing of anyone you'd ever known. He'd always been hotheaded and he was always getting into fights. The number of entanglements he'd been in had died down considerably since the two of you began dating but it wasn't hard to get Mattheo riled up if you knew what button to push.

And Stewart Ackerley had damn near broken that button when Mattheo overheard him scheming with his disgusting friends about trying to get you into his bed.

Something that you noticed really early on into dating Mattheo is that he's not like other students. His troubled childhood and his unfortunate parentage meant that he had a darkness in him. He'd joked on more than one occasion that the real him was a monster that he kept chained up in the back of his mind.

Most importantly, when Mattheo fights, he lets the monster loose. He's complete, uncontrolled chaos as soon as that adrenaline hits his blood. It's like getting into a fistfight with a hurricane.

You carefully approached the pair of them, careful not to get too close.

"Mattheo stop it."

Mattheo's body flew around to face the source of whoever had been brave enough to scold him. It was likely this person would be the next target of his rage. That is, until his eyes met yours. He took a deep breath that did nothing to stop the way his body shook with rage.

Once you'd decided it was safe enough to draw near to him, you wiped away a bit of Ackerley's blood that had splattered onto his cheek.

It seemed, however, that the beating he'd received wasn't enough to deter the stupid Gryffindor. Moments later, he was blindly throwing his fists towards Mattheo. His vision was too impaired by blood and sweat to notice the figure standing next to him and in a moment of sheer ignorance, he'd mistakenly punched you in the face instead.

The taste of iron filled your mouth as blood started to pool. His blow had caused you to bite down on your tongue quite hard.

Mattheo instantly grabbed Ackerley by his collar but before he could punch the boy, he'd doubled over in pain from a swift kick that you'd delivered to his groin. While he was bent over, you swiftly pulled your knee up, satisfied with the crunch noise his nose made as it came in contact with your knee.

Ackerley let out a rather unbecoming shriek as he fell to the ground.

Mattheo stood off to the side with a proud look on his face. He smirked and flipped Ackerley off as you yanked him from the scene.

When you made it back to the Slytherin Common Room, Mattheo pulled you into a rather intense kiss. You pushed him onto the expensive leather couch and began dabbing at his busted knuckles with a cotton pad soaked with alcohol. Mattheo's other hand snaked around the back of your neck, pulling your head up so your eyes met his.

"As incredibly hot as that was Princess, do me a favor. Next time you're going to try and help me, don't."

"Get in there Berkshire!"

Confusion contorted your face as you approached the bell towers.

Why in the hell, would your sweet, loving Enzo be in a fight? Though you were convinced that it was really just some other slytherin who might've held a close resemblance to Enzo, you still allowed your feet to carry you towards the source of all the racket.

It came as quite a shock when you'd approached and saw your dark haired Slytherin on top of some poor student. You recognized the boy from the halls but you'd never actually met him. And here your sweet Enzo was, very thoroughly pummeling him to your surprise.

Not that you thought Enzo couldn't fight. In fact, you knew that Enzo had quite a bit of experience in that realm after the training his father had given him. What was shocking was that Enzo was fighting at all.

Despite his cousin Draco's attempts to goad him into fights on numerous different occasions, Enzo really did despise fighting. He was always a little bit afraid that if he allowed himself to lose control like he'd seen Mattheo do so often, he'd accidentally kill the bloke. No, it wasn't fair to engage in fights with people so much less trained than he.

So to see him now, face set in a hard and angry stare while he obliterated the boy below him was startling.

Though the student on the ground was just about destroyed, Enzo didn't have a scratch on him. He had a little blood that had splattered onto his coat and you suspected his knuckles had split, but aside from that, he was untouched.

You knew that if you didn't put an end to this, Enzo was going to regret it.

"Enzo." Your voice rang out softly into the air but he didn't hear you as he continued to beat his opponent. "Lorenzo, lay off of him."

This time, Enzo registered the sound of your dulcet tones. He stood from his place on top of the boy. You'd expected him to walk over to you and laugh it off, but instead he delivered a brutal kick to the boy's ribs, still angry beyond reason.

You marched up to the two of them, frustrated. "I said, stop."

Enzo turned to stare at you with a blank look in his eyes. It was like he'd completely died inside.

Whoever the little shit was that he'd just beat the life out of saw a unique opportunity (to die). You let out an involuntary yelp as he kicked your legs out from under you. Thankfully, you landed on your bum on the soft grass, but his actions did nothing to help Enzo's rage.

Before your boyfriend could get the chance to kill the kid, you'd jumped to your feet and stepped directly on his hand, applying probably more pressure than necessary. You secretly enjoyed the hoarse scream he let out. You only wanted to wound him enough to send a message, not enough to send him to the hospital wing, or worse, crying to the teachers like a little bitch.

After a thinly veiled threat, you took Enzo's bloody hand in yours and jerked him back towards the castle. Thankfully, most of the students were either on their way to dinner to already there so the halls were fairly empty.

"What was that?"

You growled out the moment the door to the Common Room shut behind you.

"Look I'm sorry, Y/n. But I'm not just going to stand by and let Cormac McClaggen of all people insult you."

Your eyes softened and you reached to the first aid kit kept in one of the large oak cabinets near the fireplace. You spoke gently to Enzo as you cleaned and bandaged his hands.

"Thank you, but I don't need you to protect me Enzo."

"Yeah, clearly."

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Dada » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Ivy

Summary: Bucky gets his year old daughter to understand that he’s dada, not her uncles.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames/pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

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You walked inside of the Avengers Compound with yours and Bucky’s year old daughter Ivy in your arms. You guys are there to visit Bucky at work.

“Look, there’s dada!” You cooed, pointing at Bucky who was talking next to Steve and Sam.

Ivy squealed in excitement and clapped her little hands. You gently put her on the floor and she waddled herself over to her daddy with you walking behind her.

“Dada!” Ivy shouts.

Bucky turns around and looked down, smiling when he seen his baby girl walking towards him.

“There’s my baby girl!” Bucky coos, picking her up.

Bucky gave her a hug and a bunch of kisses, making her giggle.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles, kissing you.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled against his lips.

Ivy smiles widely when she seen her uncles.

“Dada!” She says to Steve and Sam.

Everyone went silent, looking at Ivy.

“No, sweetheart. That’s uncle Steve and uncle Sam. I’m dada.” Bucky tells her.

“Dada.” She says to them again.

“Uncle Steve and uncle Sam.” He points at them. “Dada.” Bucky points at himself.

“You dada.” Ivy says with a smile.

“That’s right! Can you tell me who they are?” He asks, pointing at Steve and Sam.

“Uncle Steeb and Big Bird.” She says, making Bucky laugh and Sam playfully glare at Ivy.

“How much did you pay her to say that?” Sam asks Bucky.

“I didn’t tell her to say that.” Bucky says, laughing again.

“She watched Sesame Street this morning.” You tell Sam.

Ivy tapped on Bucky’s shoulder, getting his attention.

“Yes, sweetie?” Bucky asks, looking at his daughter with adoration in his eyes.

“You dada.” Ivy tells him.

“You’re so smart, princess!” He says, kissing her cheek.

“Home.” She says, trying to tell you and him that she wants to go home.

“You want to go home?” You asked her, gently rubbing her back.

Ivy nodded her head yes, laying her head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I think someone’s tired.” Steve says.

“Am not!” Ivy says with a pout and yawned.

You and Bucky smiled at her cuteness. Bucky said his byes to Steve and Sam before going home with you and Ivy. Ivy fell asleep on the way home and you put her in her crib when you guys got home. You took the opportunity to get started on dinner.

“Thank you for bringing our baby girl to surprise me at work.” Bucky says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek.

“No problem, baby.” You say with a smile, leaning against his body.

You put the stove on low and turned around to kiss your husband. Bucky smiles against your lips and pulled you against his body to intensify the kiss.

“Dada!” Ivy cries from her nursery.

Bucky kissed you once more and then went to Ivy’s nursery, smiling when he seen her standing up in her crib.

“Dada!” She says again.

“Dada’s here, princess.” Bucky coos, picking her up out of her crib.

“You my dada!” She says with a smile and wrapped her little arms around his neck to hug him.

“That’s right, sweetheart! I’m your dada.” He smiles, kissing her cheek. “Are you hungry?” He asks her.

Ivy nodded her head yes. Bucky walked to the kitchen with Ivy in his arms. You smiled when you seen them.

“There’s my two favorite people.” You smiled, kissing their cheeks.

“He dada. You mama.” Ivy tells you.

“You’re so smart sweetie!” You tell her.

“Wuv dada and mama!” She says.

“We love you too.” You and Bucky say with a smile.

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I've been doing a lot of things recently and I'm tired. I want the princess treatment. Could you write me something for anyone where the reader gets the princess, please and thank you.

I'm so sorry you're tired anon! <3 I hope things are getting better!

Princess Treatment

Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: Steven knows how to take care of you.

A/N: I am so sorry, I have once again just turned an ask into porn.

Warnings: soft dom!Steven, fingering, p in v sex, cream pie, begging, some dirty talk, swearing, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1219

It had started out so innocently. With Steven wrapping you both up in a soft blanket on the sofa, two warms drinks on the coffee table while he fed you little squares of vegan chocolate. 

He’d put a documentary on in the background, something you’d both seen and enjoyed so it didn’t matter if he talked all over it. 

Steven mainly whispered silly jokes, alternating between his purposefully terrible puns and lewd tales to nibble and suck lightly at your neck.

“Open,” he muttered, pressing the chocolate to your lips. 

You giggle and do as he asks. The sweet taste spreads along your tongue even as Steven slips the tip of his finger past your lips a little further than he needs to. He groans when you suck lightly, his throat bobbing. 

“That’s so naughty love.” He murmurs. 

You grin, releasing him. “No naughter than you.” 

He tuts playfully, watching you for a moment until a cheeky glint begins to grow in his eyes. 

Slowly, he puts his fore and middle finger into his mouth and sucks, making a show of it while keeping eye contact. Then slips his hand under the blanket and presses his hand under your leggings. 

“Steven-” You whine, a little gasp leaving you as he circles your clit with his wet fingers.

“Shh, love.” He kisses your knee, sucking lightly as he angles his body even closer to you. “Just helping you relax after your long day.” He grins, unable to keep the glee out of his voice. 

You jump under his touch, your thighs tensing as he teases in soft, agonisingly languid movements. A huff escapes your lips and you press your face into his neck. 

His chuckle rumbles in his chest. “What’s that sigh for love? Hmm?” 

“Stop teasing.” You grumble against his skin.

“Oh,” he slows his movements even more. “You want me to stop?” 

“Stop teasing.” You all but growl. 

“Oh, stop teasing… are you sure?” 

“Yes.” The word comes out clearly in spite of how you are pressed to him. 

There’s a long pause as Steven nods, pretending to think it over. 

You’re just about to sit up and glare at him when he pulls his hand away from you, leaving you slick and wanting. 

However, the groan of annoyance dies in your throat as he quickly manhandles you into the position he wants, your knees and head pressed into the settee cushions, face down ass up. He pulls down your leggings and underwear before you even have time to think, leaving them bundled above your knees so you can hardly move. 

The air rushes from your lungs as he pushes his thick fingers back inside your weeping pussy, curling them until you yelp and grab helplessly at the sofa. He pushes his thumb against you, pressing and rubbing hastily at your clit so that you have to muffle your cries against a cushion. 

“Steven-” Your own sharp cry cuts you off as he strokes deliciously inside, making your thighs shake and walls flutter. Pleasure builds and twists quickly, your body having a practically Pavlovian response to his touch. 

“Hmm, yes love?” He shuffles a little behind you, rising up onto his knees without breaking the constant movement of his fingers. 

You hiccup, already so close. “Please, I…” 

He groans, biting lightly at your backside so you jump, “Love it when you beg, sounds so good.” 

He bites his lip as your slick coats his fingers, unable to wait any longer. He pulls his jogging bottoms down just enough to pull his cock free, lining himself up with your entrance with his free left hand, while still keeping his right hand fingers inside you. 

You tense as the thick head of him presses against you, shivering as he gently pushes. 

“Oh fuck…” The words turn into a sweet cry and he starts to slip in, splitting you apart so wide as inches further, the combination of his fingers still stroking you deep making your eyes roll back. 

He moans softly, humming in approval. “So nice and warm, love, god, you’re practically vibrating around me.” He shivers, bucking forward a little to bottom out and pushing to deeper into the cushions. “Didn’t know you were so desperate to be filled up?” He swallows, trying to keep some control and composure over his voice as he starts to buck shallowly, easing out and in with long, torturous strokes. 

You cry out his name, rolling back against him, trying your hardest to get him to move faster. 

But he tuts, “uh, uh, uh, you gotta just relaaaax and take it.” Steven draws out the word, speaking in time with the movement of his hips, slowing down a fraction every time you try to move faster. 

You sob, pleasure so close to pain as your nerves scream for release, your body begging for the bliss that is so close and yet so far. 

“Steven, please.” You don’t know what else to say, how else to get him to give in. 

“Shhhh,” he squeezes your hip, still rocking so slowly, “god, it’s gonna be so good love, really, you’ll come so hard, I promise. It’ll feel so nice, you trust me right?” 

The words that leave you aren’t really words at all, just an incoherent mess of sounds, but you nod your head weakly, your thighs shaking. 

“That’s so good of you, you’re so good to me.” He moves back a fraction, arching so that he can watch his fingers and cock sink in and out of you. “You’re taking it so well, you’re so wet, you know that? Soaking me, god.” He grunts, his toes curling as he adjusts his position so he can thrust just right. 

He knows he’s hitting right when you wail, your back arching. “Oh, so good love, so good.” He mutters, not really knowing what he’s saying as he watches your body try to bounce on his cock. 

His arm hand squeezes your hip, stops you from going too fast. 

Pressure buzzes along your skin, pulsates along your walls. It’s like you're going to explode. So close you just need a little push, just a little faster, one strong thrust and you could fall into that pleasure. 

“Steven,” a cry catches in your throat as he rocks his hips. “Please, please, please, I need to come, I’m so close, I’m so, so close.” “You’re gonna come, it’s okay,” he soothes, not faltering in his pace. “You’re gonna be good and come all over me, aren’t you?” He eases out and back in.

“Steven,” you sob. 

“Aren’t you?” He eases out and back in.

You whine. 

“Aren’t you love?” His voice is so soft and gentle, holding you safe in its embrace as he slides back inside so languidly. 

And you scream. Your body convulses as the dam breaks and your orgasm just washes over you. Flows along your veins like liquid gold as pleasure is pulled from deep within. 

Steven keeps up his tempo, not even faltering, keeping on pushing you further and further into those earth shattering sensations. 

It’s like you're weightless, floating, your limbs shaking. You’re vaguely aware of Steven’s own cry as he empties himself inside you, of the warmth of his chest against your back and the light kisses he leaves on your shoulder.  

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