#cant really take back whats already generated

[deerspherestudios]

This is not a question but an apology :(

Hello. I wanted to sincerely apologize for sharing a video with Mychael generated by AI. I deeply respect and admire your work, and Mychael holds a very special place in my heart. Your art has been a source of comfort and inspiration for me, especially during difficult times, and I truly appreciate all the care and creativity you put into your creations. My intention was never to claim the video as my own or to make you uncomfortable in any way. I made sure to clarify that it was an AI-generated video, but I now realize it may have been inappropriate, and I am very sorry for any upset this may have caused. I won’t make this mistake again. Thank you for creating something so meaningful; it really means a lot to me.

And I know it's already very late but happy Halloween :(, I'm really sorry

Hello! I've already responded to your comment on the post but I'll answer again so everyone knows it's been cleared up. Your message has been very sweet and reminds me not everyone uses AI with ill intent, I'll keep my mind open regarding issues like this one for the future!

And honestly, thank you for reaching out! I really appreciate the consideration after expressing my concerns <3 I'm glad you were willing to understand; these sorts of things usually go unaddressed completely that I didn't want to bother with it initially. But this was a really nice gesture.

You might be one of the few who's wiling to learn from a mistake, and for that I appreciate it. Also, if you were the one that drew the picture, it's really good!! Lil pumkin head Mychael <3 I'd rather receive that than something AI generated!! <3 /gen

[thoughtpeek]

I'VE FINALLY FINISHED BROTHERSHIP IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!

[silverislander]

prof said congrats for writing up a proposal so early i am going to get a good grade in. well this is literally going to be graded. but yk the meme

[nopeferatu]

i always feel so alienated when i see ppl talk abt the overrepresentation of tragedies within queer media and stuff bc while i do understand where ppl are coming from, i just enjoy consuming sad media in general lol so i cant truly relate to the frustration of not getting to see happy things.

and this isnt even me being critical of that argument bc i 100000% understand where it comes from, i 1000000% think its valid, studies have shown that queer people need positive representation to not feel so hopeless for their futures and stuff so like. i get it. i just like sad shit man! and i dont think we should stop having popular sad gay narratives altogether just bc of oversaturation.

i think its a hard convo to have bc we realize how rare the opportunity for mainstream gay media comes about and so i get that people don't want the "uber mainstream gay media" that happens twice a decade to be a tragic sad fest like they all are but i think maybe the answer is. we either need to change hollywood which is basically impossible OR we just like, stop looking to big hollywood studios for representation and start giving our money to independent studios who are making a lot of stories w queer ppl at the helm and stuff. because if we have a lot of different shows and films that involve queer people, then it wont matter if some of them are tragedies, and maybe then we can finally stop throwing groundbreaking queer media of our past under the bus and/or advocating for the death of queer tragedies when there are very much queers out there who love tragedies <- like me.

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

Guillermo out here with the good takes about AI art

[cutieln4]

"Slut!" | LN4 smau

lando norris x reader

summary: lando has a reputation of always bringing different girls home. somebody changes that

fc: random pinterest girls

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f1gossip Lando Norris caught kissing yet another girl! That’s the 3rd different one this week! Will his partying habits affect his driving?

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username1 W H O R E🫵🫵

username2 statistically, with all the girls he’s taking home, i have a chance

username3 yeah, no

username4 hey! so this is actually insane!

username5 how about we mind our business??

username6 This generation would not survive f1 drivers from 15 years ago

username7 fr the scandals back then💀

username8 why tf would this effect his driving???

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ln4fanpage pics of lando partying! from just this week alone😬

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username1 he’s so insane for this

username2 SIR YOUR TITS ARE OUT🗣️

username3 the shirt, the hair, the necklaces

username4 lord have mercy🤤

username5 HELLO??? I CANT BREATHE

username6 very mindful, very demure

username7 erm not really…

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yourusername update on my puppy: still cute🤗

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yourbff aww she’s so cuteee i miss her

friend1 so adorable!

friend2 bring her over!!

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yourusername i 🩷 pink

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yourbff i 🩷 u

friend1 so so pretty

friend2 cutieeee

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yourusername that was fun! even managed to get a cute boys number after spilling coffee all over him🤗

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yourbff you had no idea what was going on the whole time

yourusername but it was still fun!! thanks for the free hat!

friend1 okay girl you got rizz

friend2 ughh so jealous😍

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landonorris WOOHOOO P3!! Thank you Silverstone! You’ve been good to me😊

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username1 still not over that outfit

username2 cutie patootie

yourbff wish i got the chance to meet you😔

username3 not the charles leclerc driving pose💀

oscarpiastri Congrats mate!

username4 i love 444🥰

username5 he’s so—AHHHAJPKCJDUSNS

username6 GIMME the bucket hat

username7 the. out. fit.

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danielricciardo they grow up so fast🥺

maxverstappen1 You just broke a million teenage girls’ hearts

username1 NOOOOOOOO

username2 how could you do this to me??? what about the kids??

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yourbff why you soft launching the same time as lando norris💀

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username1 WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH LANDO NORRIS? FLOWERS??

danielricciardo her puppy is the dog version of you

username2 SHUT UP DID YOU GET A DOG

username3 THAT PUPPY IS SO CUTEEEE

username4 nah no way bro actually got a gf

username5 you’ve changed smh. bring back party lando😔✊

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yourusername look at this cutie

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yourbff happy for you🫶

friend1 THAT’S YOUR MAN??

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landonorris finally found the one for me🧡 (thanks for spilling coffee on me)

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username1 she’s adorable stop

username2 okay but what’s her puppy’s name?

yourusername pickles!

username2 STOP THATS SO CUTE

username3 i love her already

yourusername my sweetheart🫶🥰

username4 WAIT SO THAT PIC IN SILVERSTONE OF WITH THE BIG STAIN ON HIS SHIRT WAS WHEN THEY MET??

username5 she tweeted when it happened and it’s so funny, she had no clue who he was💀

maxfewtrell Congrats mate

danielricciardo About time!

username6 aww she was the one girl who was able to change him for the better

username7 no it’s literally so cute he used to take different girls home every week and no one could change that until he met her🥹

username8 her twitter is hilarious she fr had to clue who he was

username9 gimme that puppy

username10 bye sleeping on a highway tonight

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username1 OH MY GOD HES SO BABYGIRL

landonorris WHERE DID YOU GET THE LAST PHOTO

yourusername you're such a baby in it isn't it cute🥹

landonorris yes of course very cute😅

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[chuluoyi]

omgomg y/n in love entries feeling insecure because she cant fit her clothes due to being pregnant and gojo reassures her 🥹🥹

in your later stages of pregnancy, you don’t feel pretty anymore—or more like not at all, and the feeling stabs you once again when you tried to wear your favorite jeans only for it to not fit your thighs anymore.

bouts of vertigo, aching spine and the way you should’ve grown out of your morning sickness by this point make it even worse. you still feel nauseous when accidentally moving too much, and satoru made it clear that you’re taking your maternity leave as soon as you hit the eight month mark. but staying home and being idle all day doesn’t really do you good aside from reflecting on your current physique.

you love your baby, but carrying him isn’t exactly a breeze. sometimes you just don’t want to wake up at all.

which is why on this particular night, you finally break down in tears, thinking that you just have to let it out to make yourself feel better.

what you don’t count on is that satoru will be back earlier than usual, and sees you in your sobbing mess. his heart sinks because you never really cry, not unless it’s a major problem.

“hey, sweetheart, why are you crying?” he gathers you in his arms and you look up to him in slight surprise.

“w-why are you back already? hic…”

he shushes you, wiping your tears with his thumb gently. “what upsets you? does the baby hurt you?”

“n-no… i just feel like… i’m getting so big…”

“hmm? of course you are. you’re growing our baby. if you don’t get big, i’ll feed you until you do.”

that actually stops your tears as you stare at him with a slight frown. “satoru… i’m mourning my figure here.“

“and i’m saying you don’t need to because you can take it easy,” he grins. “and i love you soft like this anyways. you feel like mochi.”

“…you don’t get turned off… by me?”

his clear eyes widens a bit, and in that very second, he knows he has to make his point loud and clear… and not in just words.

which is why you then find yourself on your back, biting back soft pants—the very generous mound of your belly laid bare as he trails soft kisses along it, before his lips proceed downwards—

—all to show you that he might actually have a thing with how you look with his baby inside you.

[moonstruckme]

could i req any marauder finding r’s sh scars and being loving about them? going through hell rn. it’s okay if u cant, love u mae

Wishing you all the best sweetheart, hope you're doing what you can to support yourself and let others around you support you too <33

cw: past self harm

modern au

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Did his wife cheat on him?”

“Why would you think that?” 

“I mean, if not, why does the mother-in-law hate her so much?” 

Remus shrugs, a secret smile playing on the edge of his mouth. His knuckles run over the skin of your shoulder idly as he keeps his eyes on the laptop screen. “Suppose you’ll have to wait and see.” 

You huff a laugh. “What’s the point of watching with someone who’s already seen it if you won’t tell me anything?” 

“It’s only ever really fun for the person who’s already seen it. I get to watch you go through the agonies I did.” 

“The agonies.” You roll your eyes, leaning deeper into his side. You could be a bit more convincing about holding this against him, but Remus’ bed is almost as comfortable as Remus himself, and you’ve found it impossible to pretend at being any less smitten with him than you really are. He sees right through you every time. “If you’d mentioned the agonies in your pitch, I might not have agreed to this.” 

“You’ll like it,” he promises, leaning back on you in turn, your shoulder pushing into his arm. 

The two of you are having the laziest of afternoons. What had started as a coffee date had turned into a trip to the bookstore across the street and then a walk in a park, and when it had gotten too warm out for the both of you Remus had invited you over for lunch and somehow you’ve ended up here, sitting on his bed in a borrowed pair of sweatpants while you watch a film on his laptop and he touches you like you’re a fascination he’d like to spend years studying. 

It’s an indolent, distracted sort of touching. Almost like he’s mapping you out in his subconscious, so that someday he’ll know you by instinct and memory but he’s in no hurry to get there. Like he’s got time. It’s also hypnotic. As captivating as Remus’ film selection is, you’re having a difficult time keeping up with the plot when your eyelids are so, so heavy. 

His knuckles stroke over your neck, the bare skin of your collarbone, down the slope of your shoulder. You don’t realize your shirt has slipped off the top of your arm until he does.

You freeze, Remus doesn’t. His fingers continue to graze lightly over the neat rows of scars, slowing as though losing momentum. You close your eyes. 

Emotion rises like a gag reflex in your throat. Apprehension and shame and a guilt you don’t quite understand. Like you’re wrong for ever having had the audacity to hurt, like this is something you’re doing to him, somehow, even though it’s long over and was only ever a misguided attempt at making yourself feel better. It’s nonsensical, and you feel it anyway. 

Remus is quiet for a long while. 

His touch moves back up your shoulder, to unmarred skin and safer territory. He asks, “You okay?” 

You swallow. “You mean, like, presently?”

“Yeah.” There’s the faintest hint of teasing in Remus’ voice. He sweeps his thumb over the back of your neck, an attempt at soothing you. “Or in general, whatever suits you.” 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” 

“I’m sorry if I overstepped just now. I didn’t know.”

“No…no, you’re alright. I wasn’t…” You rub your lips together, taking in what you hope is a subtle breath through your nose. “You’re fine.” 

“Does it bother you to think about them?” he asks. You can feel him looking at you, now, but you keep your eyes on the screen. It’s the only way for you to have this conversation. 

“Not really. It was just something I did for a while, you know?” 

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, that makes sense.” 

You sit there for another quiet minute, you watching the movie and Remus watching you. The coil of apprehension in you starts to loosen. Your breaths come easier. 

“Sorry,” you say, not bothering to force lightness into your tone, “I didn’t mean to spring that on you. It’s not a secret, but it’s not something that tends to come up, like, casually.” 

“No, hey, you’re fine.” Remus sounds serious enough that you turn to look at him, and you find him with a hard notch between his brows, a surprised sort of frown on his lips. “If anyone sprung anything, it was me. You haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t imagine it’s an easy subject to broach.” 

“It’s not a big deal to me anymore.” You’re beginning to sound almost as if you’re pleading with him. 

“Alright.” 

“And it was a long time ago now.” 

“It’s okay, love.” 

“I just know people sometimes get freaked out, and I don’t want you to worry—” 

“Hey.” There’s a tenderness to Remus’ voice as he cuts you off. His honey-toned eyes are soft. “It’s okay. Can I hug you?” 

You nod mutely. The hand currently resting by your neck slips down to hug your ribs, and his other arm comes around your front, palming your bare upper arm. He rubs up and down comfortingly, seemingly mindless of the faint lines under his touch. 

Remus’ lips touch to your hair. When he pulls you tighter against him, it feels almost like you’re rocking. “You’re alright,” he murmurs, to you, to himself. “You’re alright.” 

“Sorry,” you whisper, self-conscious now of your nervous blithering and slightly stunned by the way he’s touching you. 

“For what, sweetheart? Don’t be sorry. If you want to talk about it—about anything—I will always want to hear it, but you don’t owe me any explanation, alright?” 

“Yeah.” Your lungs deflate a little, a relief you hadn’t known you needed. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t thank me, either.” Remus is teasing again, the press of his lips to your hair at once firm and fond. He lets you go but keeps his arm around your waist, dropping his head to rest on yours again. “You’re just fine, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You snuggle into his side, somehow safer than before. “I’m good. I’ve been good.” 

His thumb sweeps over your side. “And you can tell me if you’re ever not. You’re perfect regardless.”  

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Wait I live Professor Jason. What about prof. Jason that is dating a reader who is a pre-school teacher? Kinda like Ms.Honey from Matilda

i will die before giving up on prof jason. Also Ms honey is like perfect for jason?? Why am I just realizing this

Prof!Jason x preschool teacher!y/n

His dream girl?? hello? I am lirerally crying from how perfect you guys would be together .

I love the idea of you guys meeting when he was still a vigilante and you being patient and kind with him, giving him a warm safe environment to heal. Show him how the "other half" lives.

Plus as a pre school teacher you have plenty experience dealing with difficult people who don't really understand the world and have a warped sense of what is happening around them but what they truly need is unconditional positive regard, warmth, empathy and attention with a little bit of strong tough loving guidance .

Too sweet by hozier? that's like your theme song ngl. You're so kind and beautiful and you are one of the few good people out there who understand how important it is to be nice to kids and treat them with respect too. You are dedicated to your students wellbeing and all your students just love you so much. Its adorable and he is just like..."I wanna have 12 kids with you"

You are the reason he retires, becomes a professor at a nearby university and pursues his true passion- literature

He is so much happier now, less bruises less scars less guns and less burden on his already broken morality.

Also hanging out with you students , the kids love him. Like out of all batboys the kids love jason the most. He is raw and honest and a bit of a kid on the inside himself. He isn't holding back, he isn't babytalking, he isn't treating kids like they're dumb

I can also see you adopting a kid..matilda like? Like the students come to you when they have an abusive household or are being bullied. Or if they are special cases. And if there is nothing you can do legally , jason just goes up to the parents to have a good talking to. If a kid is put in the foster home situation ...you guys just sort of take the kid in. Jason knows what its like to be in the foster system and then out on the streets. He knows what it feels like and has a soft spot so yea. also like adopting abused animals

Sitting together to just grade papers together, exchanging student stories, going out finding books to put on jason's reading list , giving generous donations to public schools and making sure the money goes for the right things. Just a really nice domestic life filled with love warmth and joy. This is exactly what I want for jason. Like I desperately want this for him, he deserves joy and healing and this is like the dream life for him. He wouldn't change anything and thanks everything that lead to this moment because he cant believe all this is even real.

[moonsandmobilityaids]

Good Morning

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Remus wakes up turned on and sets the others off. Warnings: Smut (group sex, dry humping, praise kink, oral - fem receiving, cum play, p-in-v) Note: I was going to save this one to post later as I really wanted to write some Sirius smut, but my brain has been stuck on this all week so now it's done, I had to post it Series Masterlist

Your eyes flutter open, the room still dim with the early morning light filtering through the curtains. The air is heavy with the scent of pine and a hint of spice, a comforting smell that wraps around you like a familiar blanket. Remus's arms encircle your waist, his body spooned against yours, a solid presence that anchors you to reality.

James and Sirius lie on the other side of the bed, their bodies warm and relaxed in sleep. Sirius's legs are tangled with yours under the covers, his foot brushing against your calf every so often.

The faint rustle of fabric against skin echoes in the quiet room as Remus shifts behind you. His chest rises and falls against your back, each breath a testament to the life within him. A low hum vibrates from his throat, the sound barely audible but sending a shiver down your spine nonetheless, and you feel the firmness of his arousal pressing against your lower back.

Turning your head slightly, you catch Remus's gaze on you, his eyes soft with affection. He smiles, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that makes your heart flutter. His hand, resting lightly on your arm, begins to move, fingertips tracing lazy circles on your skin before venturing upwards to cup your cheek.

"Good morning, love," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep yet undeniably gentle. A soft hum of contentment escapes your lips as you lean back into him, the warmth of his body enveloping you like a second skin. His hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers splaying across your stomach in a gesture both intimate and possessive.

You can't help but arch into his touch, a quiet sigh slipping past your parted lips. His other hand roams lower, settling at the junction of your thighs where your body is already responding to his proximity. Your breath hitches as he presses himself closer, the hard length of his erection pressing against your arse.

Remus's lips pepper your neck with delicate kisses, each one igniting tiny sparks of desire that spread through your veins. His hips shift subtly, pressing into you just enough to make you want more. His fingers toy with the edge of your panties, pausing at the brink of a boundary only you can grant him permission to cross.

You nod, a silent acquiescence that is all the encouragement he needs. Slipping his hand beneath the fabric, he finds you warm, ready for him. His fingers trace slow circles around your sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to draw out a moan from deep within you.

"Is this alright, love?" Remus asks, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," you whimper, hips canting back into his touch. His breath hitches at your response, and his movements become more deliberate. Each brush of his fingers sends sparks through your body, heat pooling between your thighs.

Sirius's eyes flutter open, dark with desire. He leans in to capture your lips in a slow, searing kiss. His hand trails down your abdomen, tracing the same path Remus's did moments ago. They work together, fingers alternating in rhythm, overwhelming your senses with pleasure and you whimper into Sirius's mouth, the friction building with each expert stroke of their hands.

James stirs from his slumber, drawn in by the sounds of your pleasure, but he doesn’t move, allowing Sirius and Remus to take the lead.

Remus pulls away, your bodies parting with a soft sigh. He reaches for the small bottle of lubricant he had set aside earlier and coats himself generously. His fingers glide over his length, teasing out the pleasure in preparation for what's to come.

His body comes back to yours, settling between your thighs. You can feel him hot and hard against you, the slickness of the lube making him slide easily along your skin. Your thighs squeeze instinctively around him, drawing forth a low groan from his lips as he begins to move against you.

"God, you're perfect," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper yet carrying the weight of his desire. The praise sends a thrill through you, making your heart pound faster in anticipation.

His movements grow more insistent, the friction building a delicious pressure that has you gasping and arching beneath him. His hands grip your hips, guiding you to meet his rhythm, each roll of his hips igniting sparks at your core.

Sirius eases himself upright, his hands steady as they reach for the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms, and he peels the fabric away, exposing your skin to the cool air that raises goosebumps along every inch of you.

"Look at you," Sirius murmurs, his grey eyes drinking in the sight before him. He leans over you once more, this time with intent clear in his gaze. His lips descend to your chest, hesitating a breath's width away from your hardened nipple. Then, his tongue flicks out, and the sensation sends a jolt straight to your core.

A gasp escapes your lips as your back arches instinctively, seeking more of the contact that sets your nerves ablaze. The pressure builds within you, an exquisite tension coiling tighter and tighter under their combined ministrations.

Your thighs squeeze around Remus, who groans in response. His hands never leave your hips, guiding and adjusting you as if you were an instrument he knew how to play to perfection. And maybe you are—maybe under their touch, you're finding melodies you didn't know existed.

"Look at you," Sirius murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "So beautiful when you let us care for you." His mouth descends, kissing along the valley of your breasts, tracing the contours of your torso with a gentleness that belies the power within him.

Behind him, James watches, propped on one elbow, his gaze heavy-lidded yet focused. Every movement, every shift of your body beneath their touch, is catalogued in the depths of his eyes. He's silent, but his presence is palpable, a steady anchor amidst the storm of sensations threatening to sweep you under.

Your breath hitches as Remus shifts, his cock brushing against you in a way that makes sparks of pleasure race up your spine. He manoeuvres you onto your back, needing to see the way his length rubs against you, wanting to witness every hint of desire that crosses your face.

Remus' breaths come in ragged gasps, the tension coiling tighter within him. "I'm close," he murmurs, his voice a low growl resonating with anticipation. His movements grow more powerful, urgency driving him toward the edge.

The moment arrives in a rush, his body tensing, and a deep groan escapes his lips as he stills, holding himself at your entrance. You feel the first warm spurt against your skin, followed by another and another, each one marking you with the evidence of his release. He shudders, lost to the world as waves of ecstasy pulse through him, his name a mantra on your lips.

"Love," he breathes out, a final surrender to the overwhelming sensations that claim him. The last of his release coats your skin, glistening in the soft light.

Spent, Remus collapses beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, revelling in the warmth of your body next to his. "Merlin," he gasps, awe lacing his words. His gaze travels down your body, taking in the sight of his release clinging to your skin. "It looks good on you."

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, but you don't look away. Instead, you reach out and run a finger down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. You can feel them tense under your touch, a silent testament to the pleasure you've just shared.

The room is heavy with the scent of sex and Remus' release. As you lie there, your thighs sticky with his come, Sirius watches, his eyes darkening with desire at the sight.

"What a mess you've made, Moony," he says, running his fingers through the strands of Remus' release on your skin. It's an observation rather than a complaint, and his voice is thick with anticipation. Remus laughs softly, his breath tickling your neck as he nuzzles against it.

Sirius moves between your legs, his hands tracing the inside of your thighs before settling behind your knees. He lifts them gently, spreading you wide for him. His breath, hot and heady with anticipation, fans over your sex, causing a shiver to pass through you.

Without preamble, he bends down, his tongue darting out to lap at your swollen folds. You gasp as the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, your hips bucking slightly against his touch. His tongue moves in steady strokes, lapping up the remnants of Remus’ release still clinging to your skin.

A low moan vibrates against your sensitive flesh as Sirius savours the mixed taste of you and Remus. His movements grow more determined, the flat of his tongue dragging along your slit, collecting every last drop. He laps at your entrance, his tongue dipping inside briefly before trailing upwards to flick over your clit.

The rough texture of his tongue combined with the sounds he makes—hushed groans muffled by your body—has heat pooling in your abdomen once again. You squirm beneath him, your fingers threading through his dark locks, holding him close.

"Delicious," Sirius murmurs, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within you. His tongue delves deeper, seeking out any trace of Remus that might remain. Your thighs tremble, clenching around his head as he continues to feast on you, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the room.

Finally, Sirius pulls away, his lips glistening. His gaze locks onto yours, dark eyes smouldering with a hunger that mirrors your own. "I think it's my turn now, love," he says, his voice husky with desire before his mouth descends on yours once more.

His kiss is demanding, all-consuming, and you can taste yourself and Remus on his tongue. It's a strange taste but not unpleasant, rather it adds another layer to the intimacy unfolding between you. His hands roam your body, each touch igniting a trail of fire on your skin until you're certain you'll combust from the inside out.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, the hard planes of his muscles flexing under your touch. You're vaguely aware of his erection pressing insistently against your thigh, seeking friction, and the thought sends a new wave of anticipation coursing through you. He breaks the kiss long enough to lift your legs over his shoulders, aligning himself at your entrance.

In one swift, decisive movement, he fills you completely, his groan of satisfaction mirroring your own as your body welcomes him home. He sets a steady rhythm, each powerful thrust pushing deeper, claiming you over and over again.

"Fuck, baby," Sirius groans, his hips shifting to hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your world tilt on its axis. "Take all of me."

His pace quickens, the intensity of his movements stoking the flames within you higher, hotter. The room is filled with the symphony of your bodies moving together—skin against skin, breath against breath.

You turn your head slightly, catching sight of James propped against the headboard, his hand working himself over at a leisurely pace as he watches the two of you. His hazel eyes are dark with want, pupils blown wide with desire. His chest rises and falls rapidly with his laboured breaths, and you can't help but feel a twinge of anticipation for what's to come.

The harsh whisper of Remus's voice sends a shiver down your spine, the decadent compliments laced with raw hunger and unspoken promises. His hands explore the terrain of your body, finding their way to your breasts where they knead the soft flesh, tweaking your nipples into hardened peaks.

"You're magnificent, taking him so well," Remus murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at you, being such a good girl for us." The praise, coupled with the relentless rhythm of Sirius inside you, has you teetering on the edge, your moans filling the room with the sweet symphony of desire fulfilled.

Sirius's grip on your hips is unyielding, his thrusts hitting that divine spot within you over and over again until stars burst behind your eyelids. He's panting, every exhalation a testament to the pleasure coursing through his veins, each syllable of your name from his lips akin to a sacred chant. The tension coils tighter in your belly as he drives into you, the anticipation of release building like a tempest inside you.

At the same time, Remus's fingers wander down your body until they reach the centre of your need. He circles your clit with a feather-light touch, building tension before pressing harder, each stroke sending lightning bolts through your veins.

"That's right, love," he murmurs, his voice a warm caress against your skin. "Let us make you feel good." His fingers move with a purposeful rhythm, coaxing responses from you that lift your hips off the bed, seeking something just out of reach.

James draws nearer, one hand buried in your hair while the other continues its languid strokes over himself. His eyes are dark, filled with a hunger that matches the intensity of your own as he watches you come undone at Remus and Sirius's touch.

Sirius grunts, his movements becoming erratic as he nears his own climax. With a few final, powerful thrusts, he buries himself deep inside you and groans, his body shuddering as he spills into you.

You feel every pulse of Sirius's release, his warmth spreading through you, claiming you. He collapses onto you, his breath hot against your neck as he nuzzles into your skin. Neither of you move for a moment, the only sound in the room the shared panting that fills the air like a silent confession of what has just transpired.

"Your turn, Prongs," Sirius murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper yet laden with an undercurrent of raw satisfaction. With a final shudder, he withdraws from you, his retreat marked by a slick trail of mingled release that stains the sheets below.

James takes his place without hesitation, positioning himself at your entrance. He teases the tip of himself along your folds, sliding through the wetness left behind by Sirius before slowly pushing inside. The stretch is different this time—more pronounced, as if James is staking his claim anew.

"Merlin, you're tight," James groans as he starts moving. His pace is slow and measured, one hand on your hip guiding you, the other intertwined with yours beside your head. He continues to move, deep but deliberate, his hazel eyes never leaving yours.

The sensation of him inside you, coupled with the intensity of his gaze, leaves you breathless. You can feel every inch of him moving within you, the connection between you both physical and emotional. He leans down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours even as his hips keep their steady rhythm.

"That's it, love," James murmurs, adjusting his angle slightly so that with each thrust, he brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your toes curl at the intense pleasure, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Look at you," Remus whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "So beautiful, taking James so well."

Sirius' mouth trails down your neck, nipping lightly at the skin there. "Our good girl," he praises, his grey eyes dark with desire. "Letting us love you like this."

Their words wash over you, mingling with the sound of James' low groans. The room is filled with the scent of sex and the tangible feeling of their adoration for you, wrapping you up in a cocoon of warmth and pleasure that has your body humming in response.

The pleasure builds within you, a tidal wave gathering strength, pushed forward by their skilled hands and mouths. Remus' fingers find your nipples, pinching and rolling them as his mouth descends to take one into his warm cavern, sucking gently. Sirius' hand ventures lower, his fingers joining where you and James are connected, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Their combined actions make the coil within you tighten further, your walls clenching around James in response. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunts, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm, becoming erratic with need. Remus' pulls at your nipple with his teeth while Sirius' fingers rub circles over your clit, driving you closer to the edge even though you haven't crested yet.

With a final groan, James stills, his body pulsing as he releases inside you. He falls forward slightly, resting his forehead against yours, both of you panting for breath. "I love you," he whispers, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. You reach up to pull him into a slow, languid kiss, his taste mingling with yours as he stays buried deep within you, not ready to move just yet. Sirius and Remus remain close, their hands roaming over your heated skin, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear.

James remains inside you for a few more heartbeats, savouring the closeness before he carefully withdraws. The air feels cool against your exposed skin, but then Remus is there, positioning himself between your legs with a warm, damp cloth in hand. His touch is gentle, almost reverent as he cleans you, ensuring your comfort after the intensity of what you've just experienced.

Sirius slides next to you on the bed, his arm curling around your waist to pull you flush against him. His hand glides up and down your back, fingers pressing into your muscles with a soothing rhythm. He leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers words meant only for you.

"You were perfect, love," Sirius murmurs, his voice low and rich with pride. "Always perfect for us."

James's legs tangle with yours, his strong arms wrapping around both you and Sirius. He lays his head on the pillow next to yours, his breath warm against your neck. His lips press to your skin, gentle kisses trailing from the base of your neck to your shoulder.

Remus finishes with the cloth, cleaning up the last remnants, and with a flick of his wand, he sends it away, before moving to join the three of you. You're cocooned between them, their bodies warm and solid against yours. Hands roam over your skin, tracing patterns that ignite sparks beneath the surface. Words of praise and affection are whispered into the silence, each one a promise of the bond shared between you.

"And ours," Remus adds, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that melts any lingering tension in your body. His hand cups your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone. "Our beautiful girl."

[manticore-fangs]

if you take requests (if not u can just ignore this lmao)

maybe the condom breaking in the middle of the sex with schlatt? bonus if he notices and tries to stop but the reader begs him to keep going and breed them :33333 (this can be ram schlatt if u want!)

thank for your time and your sexy ass writing <3

throws head back.. gifahf fuck. mmm.. need. and thank you for this request cause im actually gonna cum in my boxers <3 (sorry this is so short! i got a lot of asks and im super trying to get these out!)

cw: condom breaking, breeding kink, dirty talking, fem!reader, mentions of the afterpill. idk, lmk if i missed any!

schlatt has you laying down on your back, in missionary. both of you panting and you moaning so loud. your head is thrown back while your eyes are lidded. you see schlatts adam apples bobs, showing that he is gulping.

"hah- you close big guy?" you mock him, which in return he glares at you. "shut up man.." he scoffs but gets caught off by his own moan. you clenched down on his cock which made his hips stutter and let out that lovely moan.

"jesus doll- you cant fuckin' do that." schlatts eyes are hazy with lust, he continues the rough thrusts but something feels different. "fuckkk.. schlatt. wish you could breed me right now." you grip the sheets with your fingers, your eyes now closed.

"i know toots. i know- i really want too." schlatt wishes he could, but he knows the both of you just shouldnt. your both too young.

something snaps but schlatt keeps going, the both of you starting to pant and moan - the most nicest feeling spreading through the both of you.

"jesus- what the fuck." schlatt grits his teeth and scrunches his eyes close. you on the other hand was pratically drooling from the new sensation.

schlatt pulled his cock out and the tip of the condom and just in general was ripped. "shit.. shit shit." schlatt ripped off the condom, and threw it to the side.

"holy fuck- did it-" you seen the torn condom and looked over at schlatt who was going to grab another but you reached your hand down and pushed the tip of his cock inside. you proceeded to slam you hips down onto him and the both of you moaned.

schlatt fell over you and you yowled, your thighs twitched because of schlatts tip hitting deeper inside you then ever before. "oh my god schlatt- please dont put a condom on. pleasepleasepleaseplease-" you beg while moving your ass back on him.

"fuck doll, we shouldnt- we really.. fuck." he grabs at your hips and continues rocking you up and down on his cock. "just want you to fuck me full with your kids jay, fuck me.. please just fuck me." you almost put your hands together in a praying motion, begging him for his semen.

"fuck it. we can just get the pill." he says and starts slamming his hips up against your ass, making you moan so loudly with each thrust. "just take it doll. just let me fucking breed you. let me get you all round and swollen, gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant toots." he punctuates every word with a thrust, growling out the last seven words.

"jesus christ jay- with that dirty talking, you might just get me pregnant already." you chuckle but get caught off with a bite on your neck, almost hearing schlatt growl like a dog would.

he licks at the bite mark before lifting his head up. "fuck, toots, stop running from it, i know you wanna cum. give it to me so i can stuff that pretty little hole full, c'mon. give me what i fuckin' want." schlatt grunts

you start moaning and writhing around, but schlatt puts his hands around your wrists and pushes them into the mattress. you put your face into the pillow and just moan, before trying to speak.

"what is it doll? cant hear you through the pillows toots." he mocks you and you roll your head to the side.

"'m close jay- fuck.. just, cum in me. please?" you start meeting his thrusts as he keeps thrusting and he nods, now forgetting that one simple rule. no cumming inside.

schlatt feels your walls tightening around him and you cum, writhing below him and trying to get him off you but he keeps the same pace.

three more thrusts in your cunt and he cums all inside you, you gasp- feeling the liquid shoot up in your cunt and leaving you dazed. "fuckkk me. i fucked up." you hear schlatt say, but your ears are ringing and you feel like your on a cloud.

you see schlatt lay down in front of your vision, he moves a piece of your hair from out of your eyes. he moves closer and kisses your forehead multiple times before kissing your nose.

"just- lets get that pill tomorrow, yeah?" and you nod. "okay.. okay."

you crawl closer and lay your head on his chest, feeling the stickiness slowly roll out.

oh wait- did i mention that you have high fertility? good luck trying to get that kid out.

[hannieehaee]

not sure if you’ve done this before, i’m sorry if you have but svt and their s/o fighting bc of a misunderstanding?

fighting because of a misunderstanding

content: established relationship, mentions of arguments, pettiness, angst but nothing too serious, etc.

wc: 790

a/n: since this was such a general idea i went in a different direction with all of them and how they'd react if you or he had a misunderstanding and then it led to a fight. hope u enjoy <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he seems super stubborn so i think that if he misunderstanding was on his side, he'd try to brush it off and pretend he didn't realize what the issue was. would try and drag it as long as possible due to embarrassment at his mistake, but it'd just create a bigger fight. eventually, though, he'd swallow his pride and admit fault.

jeonghan -

he'd gaslight you the entire argument and end up winning ... just kidding he'd actually be really open to admitting his faults and excusing you in your own T-T even if it had all been caused bc of a misunderstanding he'd still be willing to talk it through and resolve it. would NEVER go to bed if u guys hadnt resolved things.

joshua -

he's so annoyinjwhdjsks i think he'd be super annoying in fights so he'd take any bit of ammunition he could get. whether the misunderstanding was on his part or not, he'd still somehow argue it to his advantage. if things got out of hand, he'd wave the white flag and call a truce.

jun -

just confused the whole time. had he missed something or done something without realizing? his first instinct would be to be apologetic (even if he didnt fully understand how this argument had come to be). if he at some point realized either you or him had simply misunderstood the other, he'd just let it go, being content that you had already resolved it.

soonyoung -

lol i think he'd immediately act like wounded puppy the moment he realized that a fight had formed between the two of you. would do gymnastics in his head trying to figure out how you got here, only to realize that it had all been due to some misunderstanding between the two of you. he wouldnt care who was to blame, he'd just take responsibility if it meant the two of you could cuddle again.

wonwoo -

he's so in touch with his emotions and such an empathetic soul that i cant even imagine a fight breaking out with him, even if it was caused by a misunderstanding. like jeonghan, he'd be super open to talking it out and would never try to antagonize you during fights. had it all been caused by a misunderstanding, he'd still be very calm and understanding about it all, even taking blame if necessary.

jihoon -

gives me the vibe that he'd rather ice you out than actually get into a fight. this would, of course, only make things worse. he'd stand his ground, though, convincing himself that it'd be better to wait for you to go to him. after a few days of silence for both sides, he'd realize his mistake and have to crawl back to you with an apology.

seokmin -

would be so disheartened at the concept of fighting in the first place lol. he'd be willing to get on his knees to stop whatever argument was going on. he'd take on the blame of any misunderstanding if it made you happy.

mingyu -

another wounded puppy. would pout and whine and not really take the fight seriously, just wanting things to go back to normal so that he could hold you. would apologize for any fault of his and entice you into forgetting about whatever misunderstanding had come up.

minghao -

not sure if this is an unpopular opinion but i feel like he might be a lil bit stubborn when it comes to arguments. he might let his emotions get the best of him (he's a scorpio ..) and need some time to cool off before having a productive conversation. he'd have to hold himself back a bit in the case of a misunderstanding but would still never be mean nor disrespectful during fights.

seungkwan -

if for some reason you had picked a fight with him due to a misunderstanding on your part, he'd never let you live it down. would bring this up in future arguments (lightheartedly obviously!!) to give himself an advantage in any fight. would claim you had a previous record of being wrong.

vernon -

he's too chill to ever get into a serious fight. he'd be willing to admit fault pretty easily, but he'd also stand his ground when necessary. whenever a misunderstanding came up, he'd try to be the voice of reason and be open to criticism.

chan -

lol have you seen him when he banters with his members? he never backs down and he'd give you the same treatment. would argue til the end, even if things ended up getting a bit heated. in the end, though, he would calm down and understand that misunderstandings such as these needed to be taken care of with more tact and would apologize if he got too intense.

[squiddy-god]

If you ever write manhandling hcs or even a couple thoughts for Wuwa Geshulin or Jiyan.. I would be so grateful 🥺🙏💕

The way I stopped playing genshin when i saw this and started writing immediately because im lowkey obsessed with genshu lin like,,,his dark circles and bad personality have captivated me. I'm also very very obsessed with calcharo because he is the reason i started playing this game, but jiyan,,,augh genuinely wuwa needs to stop making men that are just so,,,so good,,, this assumes that genshu lin is like still living (i haven't gotten that far in the story) ♥︎REQUEST OPEN♥︎

Cw : manhandling obviously, possessiveness, jealousy, war mention, brief mention of canon typical violence, inappropriate touching of tacet mark, inappropriate use of electro,dry humping, overstim (genshu lin), prone bone, dare i say…jiyan Diphallia teehee, dragon rut (sue me) gn reader, all genders and sexes welcome reader is not specified to be rover, always implied chubby reader

Genshu lin 

Augh him-

Ok so i think that when he manhandles you it is totally on purpose

Genshu lin is very strong physically, as expected of a former general,, but he has the world's meanest manhandling streak in him

Honestly there aren't a lot of times he's not manhandling you 

I feel that there is a sort of deep seeded inferiority complex and a lot of that stems from his failure as former general and rivalry with jiyan, this however tends to bleed into other areas, causing there to be a harsh spike in jealousy for a man who is already on the jealous side 

What really gets him going is when someone shamelessly hits on you, not an often occurrence but it happens mostly on the off chance he isn't breathing down your neck 

Watching the other person flirt to their best attempt flares a possessiveness inside of genshu lin that has one of his hands gripping your hip as he quite literally drags you away 

The force makes you stumble and you realize that his previous good mood is gone

He isn't mad at you, assuming that you shut the other person down pretty immediately 

He loves to overstimulate you, hand on your sternum using his strength to keep you pinned down while he toys with you, constantly reminding you that he knows you can take it, take more, take as much as he gives until you are a shaking mess in his arms

And inevitably you are a shaking mess, chest heaving as the pressure from his palm finally lets up and admires his work, only for the real fun to begin- flipping your body onto your stomach and gripping the back of your thighs to squish them roughly in appreciation, admiring the soft plush feel in his rough hands, calloused from hardship 

Ounces he's had his fill of your thighs one hands presses roughly at the base of your spine traveling up the curve of your arched back until he can grip your jaw and turn you just enough to look at him

Its like genshu lin was made for manhandling because he seem to naturally be more on the rough side, from the way his scared lips press against you to roughly suck hickeys, to the way his hands grope and twist you, hold you against him, pin you down, you'd think it was a sparring match if it wasn't for the delicious press of his hard cock against you 

And for him to know that you like it? that you enjoy the rough way he handles you? Honestly it makes him worse, teasing you about how you cant be whining that its “too much” already, because he knows that you like it when he punctuates his words with more harsh thrust, another tug, another squelch- 

Jiyan 

Oh this sweet man 

When jiyan man handles you it's unintentional and he feels quite bad after 

Even when you tell him that you like when he just manhandles you, he's hesitant. He likes to be gentle, to spare you the harshness of war and death, regardless of your background it's a habit of his to feel the need to shoulder these burdens 

Like i said he doesn't mean to manhandle you- but the comfort of your presence, your embrace, combined with the long periods of time spend on the front lines means he often forgets his strength- eyes snapping to attention when he hears the noise you let out as he pulls you into him- because there is a force behind it, his hands grip you tight and he pulls you

He's honestly such husband material 

He has a habit of almost trapping you against him, be it against counters or simply keeping you pinned in his embrace, jiyan becomes rather touch starved during his time away and tries to soak in as much touch as he can 

He really doesn't realize in the moment how rough he gets, the way he sucks at your neck as he uses his body to pin yours against the wall of his (rarely used) home

Its an effortless move, his knee nudging your legs apart just enough so that he can gather you in his arms to press you further against the wall 

Its times like this that he seems to show off his strength 

The way his every movement doesn't even seem to faze him because to him you truly feel so pliant in his hands, a ragdoll as he slings one of your legs over his hip and allows his hands to hold you as much as he wants 

When he sees the light bruising his fingers left from the grip on your stomach a wave of shame floods him at the realization that he may have gotten slightly carried away pounding into you 

But fret not for there are times the general decides to indulge both you and himself, after much reassurance that you can handle it, that it will be fine he decides to give in and handle you roughly, a look of tender concern still lingers in his eyes but he also cant deny that being able to grope and grab at your soft body flares his instincts and makes him incredibly hard. 

His rut is hard, being so pent up and all but refusing to take leave means he end up become more irritable and aggressive, and when he is finally forced to take leave he loses himself the second you tell him he dosnt have to be gentle with you

Two dicks two dicks two dicks two dic- 

Ok but seriously the first time you had sex with him was,,,something, because imagine if you will, your peacefully making out with him, hes hard as a rock because physical touch is not his forte (hahah im so funny) and when you glance down you gulp because daymn…a warning would be nice there general

Your slightly relieved when he begins to tug down his pants, his first cock springing free- dont get me wrong you were still mourning the loss of your ability to walk but, this was manageable. 

Your jaw absolutely drops when he pushes his pants down further and the second cock springs free- oh …oh no ;) 

Calcharo 

Oh i need him, i need him desperate and panting like a dog tbh

Calcharo is another that forgets his own strength, job after job leaving him not only grumpy but also forgetting that he's strong- strong enough to pull you into his embrace and here the little wheeze you let out

Strong enough to grab and squish your cheeks in his calloused hands while he grinds his hips against you 

He hasn't even taken his clothes off, he’s nasty and sweaty but he's just so desperate to get any part of you

Prying that out of his mouth is impossible tho, he is huffing and panting in your ear before squishing your face for another rough kiss

One thing leads to another and he finally cant take just humping himself against you…grabbing your thighs and pushing them apart while you whine that he should shower first-or that he needs to slow down he's instead nipping at your neck and pushing you further into whatever surface he has you against

He usually isn't so desperate but he's grown used to your touch, used to you, so after being away longer than unusual on a job he is down right ravenous for whatever he can get. 

That isn't to say he doesn't manhandle you at other times, he is rough by nature so its quite often that he finds himself pulling or moving you in a way that could be considered manhandling, but it is just worse when you catch him in a mood where he feels desperate

Getting him to admit that he feels this way is just about impossible but you can tell with the way he kisses you, the way he buries his head in the crook of your neck, the way his hands roam and cant seem to get enough of you 

His brows are knit together in the same aggravated way they always seem to be, but his lips are parted and the way he 

Please i need him so bad 

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can we see Enji Todoroki (reformed) x male reader who is so unabashedly flirty. Him and the reader working together on hero cases and the reader is so touchy and is trying to go on a date with him.

Enji Todoroki x Hero male reader

Headcanons

Reader has no specific quirk mentioned, cuz I couldn’t think of anything. On the short side, but I enjoyed writing this.

After having grown as a person and reformed as best as he can, I cant imagine Enji sees himself as someone who would go out of his way to date, there’s probably part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve to be in a relationship.

You two have probably known each other for years and worked side by side for just as long, but your flirting up until then has just been jokes and to keep the mood light because of how serious Enji always is.

After he grows as a person, you start to actually flirt with him for real, though he doesn’t realize that’s what you’re doing. He would just assume it’s the same type of flirting you’ve always done, and just brush it off.

Enji has never been in an actual relationship based on love, since his relationship with Rei was a quirk marriage and he focused so much on becoming strong in his teens, that the thought of dating didn’t even cross his mind.

So, when you start getting touchy with him, like squeezing his biceps or wrapping an arm around his waist, he thinks you are just taking your usual play flirting farther than before.

I can’t imagine Enji is the type to flirt back, even if he returns your feelings. Hes way too stoic and serious, and again, part of him probably doesn’t think he deserves it after everything, or he fears messing that up too.

You don’t let that discourage you though, as you keep flirting with him, hugging onto him, or complimenting him and bringing him gifts and trinkets, which he always ends up accepting even though he scoffs and grumbles about it.

Getting Enji to believe you that you actually have feelings for him is an uphill battle, so you gotta be real determined for it to bear fruit. But when it does, you get to see parts of Enji you never imagined you would ever get to see.

As he starts to gain feelings for you in return, he will start to get the smallest of flushes to his cheeks when you flirt with him. Its barely visible since he already runs very hot, and he’s trained himself to be in full control of his emotions, for the most part. But it’s there.

He has no idea what to do with the fluttering in his chest that you cause, since again, he’s never felt that before, and Enji doesn’t really feel like he has anyone to go to with these feelings.

Of all people, I could imagine he ends up spilling it to Toshinori, most likely on accident. Much to Enji’s surprise, Toshi actually helps him figure out his feelings and how to process them. Enji being Enji would mumble a small thanks and go about his day.

He might clumsily and kinda stiffly try to flirt back, but it just ends up being stuff like him complimenting your form during a fight, or telling you to be careful. You’ll most likely start finding small gifts in your bag or locker back at your agency.

Unknown to himself, Enji starts leaning into your touch when you hold onto him, as he’s probably super touch starved in general. Ends up finding out he’s super sensitive too when you rub at his neck and he almost melts into it.

He kinda reminds you of those battle worn, older male street cats, with their big pouchy cheeks, scars and tired eyes. You joke that if it was possible, he would be purring, especially when he almost arches into it when you run your hands through his hair.

In the end you most likely are gonna have to outright tell him to his face that you like him and want to date him. Enji is still emotionally constipated, but ends up mumbling out that he feels the same, but he has no idea what he’s doing.

Even after you guys start dating, you still flirt with him and get super touchy with him, except now you can also kiss him all over, which always leaves him a little flushed.

Since hes not one to express his feelings much, when he finally does it, it means so much. Like when he kisses the top of your head during patrol, or mumbles a compliment in return to the hundreds you shower him with every patrol.

[vixzwrites]

Mattheo Riddle: prince/princess treatment headcannons

a/n: ever since i said that mattheo would call his s/o prince/princess, i cant stop think about the constant prince/princess treatment he would give you. so heres some headcannons i believe fit this. and thank you for all the support on my last post too ❤️

possible tw: smoking, drinking, after care mentions at the very bottom

- biggest prince/princess treatment guy in hogwarts and isnt afraid to show it

- if he spots your shoelace is untied, he grasps your hand directing you to the nearest seat (whether thats a wall or an actual chair)

- after hes finished tying your shoelace, he'll look up at you with smug grin and take your hand once again to help you up from your newly found seat

- would definitely just do your homework for you, i mean he's pretty much a genius so it isn't hard for him. copies his and just changes the topic or something and boom just like that no more homework for the rest of the week meaning more time to spend with him.

- would carry your bag for you too or if you're using a handbag or something probably just puts it in his own bag to avoid the teasing from his friends

- never uses your actual name, always a pet name or a stupid nickname he came up with and ofc he uses princess/prince at any given chance

- goes without saying but will hit anyone for you even if their loud chewing was all that was bothering you

- your friends are being bothered by a guy, you dont really know and your worried. dont worry he's got his eye on them for you (even if he finds your friend extremely annoying) he just wants to see you happy tbh

- not really about princess/prince treatment but will for sure be your personal bodyguard. you're at a common room party and have gotten a bit too drunk to realise what is happening. he's right behind you with one hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowded people to get you to bed.

- again not really a prince/princess treatment headcannon but he'd never let you leave his side. you're going to hogsmeade? hes coming too. worried about walking alone to class? he'll arrive late to his class (like he wasn't already was going to tbh). you're sat next to him potions without you even realising. he's already dragged you to the seat next to him.

- if you smoke, he would light them for you (and then share them with you ofc)

- you had just painted your nails or got a fresh set of acrylics on and you dont want to ruin them by doing certain things, so he does them for you

- washes your hair and helps you change if you've had a partically bad day or are just exhausted in general.

- going back to the nails, if youre struggling to open something like a lolly pop, he's already got his hands on it and opening it for you. might even sneak a bite of your food before handing it back just to tease you.

- when his friends make fun of him for stuff like this, he just sends them a warning glare and they usually shut up. no one makes fun of his princess/prince

- aftercare king!!! runs you a bath, cleans you up, does your skincare for you, lets you wear his clothes, cuddles (he'll never admit this to anyone not even you but really likes when you scratch his head or back)

this turned into abit of dating headcannons more then a prince/princess treatment but oh well. hope you enjoyed :)

[prideprejudce]

I feel like people have read into Alicent's response to Rhaenyra's ultimatum in both good AND bad faith ways, but i feel like I haven't seen much of what Rhaenyra was feeling about it!!

Personally, I feel like the ultimatum she gave Alicent was the product of 3 different motivations- first, it was the obvious political move to kill the usurper to her throne, duh. The second, is that I think Rhaenyra is super aware- and terrified of- being trapped in a cycle of loss, being passed over for a son, and her claim to the throne standing only because of what she represents not her as a person. Thats its own whole fascinating character essay i cant get into here lol.

But the third reason is that I THINK she has a desperate personal obsession with being chosen by Alicent over Aegon, and leans into the ultimatum as a way to extract what she needs from Alicent-- to be chosen and prioritized over her father's son, and be the centre of Alicent's attention (romantic or not).

The directors/writers have mentioned one of the crucial aspects of Rhaenyra and Alicent's relationship is how many times Rhaenyra reaches out, only to be rejected by Alicent over and over. I think Rhaenyra, as someone who really internalized going after what she wants from a young age, is a bit spoiled, and is obsessed with Alicent's continuous rejection as both a novelty, and a deep source of insecurity.

Rhaenyra has a bit of magical thinking where she really does think that if she just pushes hard enough she can change the world into the shape she wants it to be, and I think when Alicent CONTINUES to deny her, she gets more and more frustrated.

Double this with her general issues around being passed over for a son, first from her father with baelon, and then COMPOUNDED with baby aegon stealing both her father AND alicent's attention as alicent prioritized birthing and probably caring for her son over rhaenyra's sulking when Rhaenyra was in the most pain she had been in yet in her life.

I think Rhaenyra is HIGHLY resentful about not just aegon usurping her throne, but also the lack of attention during the HEIGHT of her teenage years, where she already has a contentious relationship with her father AND .....stepmother?? first love??? sister?? (targaryen family incest issues are a wonderful icing on top of this cake)

It was very clear that the reason Alicent married viserys was SPECIFICALLY to have more children, and that Alicent CHOSE (from Rhaenyra's perspective) to put herself in that position JUST after Aemma died from the same cause, becoming a mother rather than staying with Rhaenyra and daydreaming about riding off into the sunset. In Rhaenyra's mind, she lost her mother to the promise of a son, only to lose Her Alicent™️ to ANOTHER promise of a son right after. This is probably the deepest rejection Alicent could have given her.

The entire second half of season 2 is more denial; Rhaenyra's marriage proposal of their children is rejected, Alicent rejects Rhaenyra's bastard sons in general, and Rhaenyra's choices by extension, then driftmark happens, then the ENTIRE USURPTION happens, rejecting Rhaenyra's claim to her own birthright.

Rhaenyra even tries AGAIN in season 3 - extending herself to go into Alicent's place of comfort to sue for peace, even telling Alicent bits of a personally sacred religious doctrine only to be rejected AGAINNNNNNN.

(I could write forever about how Rhaenyra indulges Alicent's religious but never gets the same back on her own customs)

Yah, I think when Rhaenyra sees Alicent next, its not just that the ultimatum is a political necessity, but its decades of rejection culminating in 'you need to choose and prioritize me over everything, including your son, bc i cannot take anymore rejection from you, and I cant handle NOT being the most important thing in your whole world tbh :)' Especially on the heels of her newfound radicalization i feel like Rhaenyra sees Alicent's 'Choosing Rhaenyra' this time as a Holy Blessing and the last crucial piece she needs to self actualize.

(Also never forget all of this takes place in the targaryen CESSPOOL that is Rhaenyra having Alicent as a sister/step mother/half employee?? Alicent was at least her subordinate at one point/only confidante/possible first love-- theres probably alot of projection on Rhaenyra's part for what Alicent's approval means to her)

sorry this is so long the word rejection has ceased to mean anything to me at this point

"Rhaenyra sees Alicent's 'choosing Rhaenyra' this time as a Holy Blessing and the last crucial piece that she needs to self actualize"

what if we all just set each other on fire