#and I love every versions of him very much

[mwphisto]

LaDs Men and the nicknames they love

Pairings include: Xavier x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Sylus x Reader | Caleb x Reader

Warning, this post contains: very light smut, nothing super detailed but definitely suggestive! Also fluff! Read at your own risk!

A/N: all moving banners in the post are by @cafekitsune + please be kind, as these are just my opinion / nicknames I have for them in game and in writings I’ve done. I had fun with this one! I def have more to write so you’ll be seeing more of me soon, thank you for the support!

Xavier

🐰Baby

Xavier isn’t sure what it is about the nickname. It’s so popular, so widely used, almost cliche. Some couples even find it cringy, and for him? It’s pretty damn modern. Maybe that’s why he loves it so much. Something about the way you sound when you call him baby, the tone of your voice, the caress of your fingers. That soft and sleepy “good morning, baby.” Sends his heart into a frenzy. It sparks kiss, then two, then three, and suddenly you’re making out and he’s shoving down his sweats to get inside of you.

“Keep calling me that, please. Need you to keep calling me your baby… I love it so much… fuck!”

🐰Xavi

Simple, sweet, playful. The first time you uttered the shortened version of his name, blood rushed to Xavier’s face. It wasn’t expect it, and for some reason it gave him cuteness aggression. He felt the need to tug you close, suffocate you with his hugs and kisses and maybe slip a nibble or two in there. However, the nickname could be used as a weapon against him. You’ve become prone to using it when he’s mad or jealous. “C’mon, Xavi! He was just giving me bread.” Yeah sure, just bread. That’s the first step, next is getting into your bed. Still, there is nothing he loves more than that nickname.

“Xavi, he’s just giving me bread!” His tone is higher, mocking you as he pounds you into the mattress. Xavi being the only name you can utter as he fucks you utterly senseless.

🐰Bunny

A classic. He just… he’s so… you know? How can you not? He’s your little bunny boy, your sweet, totally innocent bunny boy. You usually call him bunny through text, sending him selfies with the bunny plushie he won you in the claw machine (seems he had a new enemy). Bunny has also become a dual nickname, he’ll call you bunny right back whenever you’re excited or… riled up. It just suits him, suits you, makes perfect sense. “we also tend to fuck like bunnies.” A prompt slap to his bare shoulder sent him into a giggling fit.

“Tell—ha—tell me I’m wrong, my lil bunny…”

Rafayel

🐚 Bub or Bubba

This nickname just came so naturally once you and Rafayel had officially began dating. It just slipped out one day and Rafayel didn’t point it out — simply because he didn’t think you noticed. Then, it happened again, and again, and again. The variation between bub and bubba and sometimes both came out within the span of a minute. Eventually he teased you about it, but you claimed you couldn’t help yourself because he was just too cute. “If you can call me cutie, I can call you bubba.” Rafayel wasn’t complaining though.

“My sweet girl.” A gentle coo in your ear as he hugged you tighter from behind, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his hips grind forward. “Let your bubba take care of you.”

🐚 Guppy

Rafayel had a huge love hate relationship with this chosen nickname. Initially he had gotten a little defensive, pouting his lips and puffing his cheeks and accidentally reinforcing your love for the nickname in the process. Now? He actually had to admit he thought it was pretty cute. Especially when you’d waltz into his studio, arms wrapping around his neck as you peck his cheek. “Is this your latest piece, guppy? It looks beautiful already!” The nickname was sweet, so sweet it made his cheeks warm every time you used it.

“You like this, huh guppy?” He was going to lose it, tugging against the silk restraints with a frustrated whine. “C-course…” but you fixed him in place with a cool stare “I mean… yes!”

🐚 Raffie

It came out while play fighting one night and Rafayel made you repeat it three times before bursting into a fit of giggles. He’d never heard anyone make his name cute before, so it was only right that his cutie was the one to do it. Though, there was also the argument that he had never let anyone get as close to him as you were. So, in a sense, the shortened and cute-ified version of his name was yours for the taking. It always had been, he was certain of it. “Raffie, what are we gonna do today? Wanna walk on the beach?” Or “Raffie, you’re wiggling too much I’m trying to sleep” no matter the context, Rafayel loved hearing the little nickname from you.

“R-Raffie! Feels so… good please don’t stop!” Your hips jerk against his lips, a fist full of his hair in your fingers: still, the nickname slipped past your lips. You weren’t far gone yet.”

Zayne

❄️ My Love

Just like all of your nicknames for him, none of them really shone through until after the surgeon and you made things official. So, it should be no surprise that Zayne’s face turned a shade of crimson the first time you said it. “My love, where did you put my reusable cup? I need it for training tomorrow.” Poor thing, he short circuited for a good two minutes before finally telling you where the cup had been moved to. Once he was used to it? Zayne started using the nickname back at you. “My love” became a common phrase.

“My love, I’ve missed you—“ a kiss “—so damn—“ another kiss “much…!” You were all over each other, two weeks apart due to surgeries and missions really caught up to you both.

❄️ Sweetheart

You picked it up from the man himself. Every time Zayne called you sweetheart, you found yourself calling it back. Turns out you were both creatures of habit. Whatever one did, eventually the other would pick up. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Don’t stay too late, those files can always wait for the next shift.” Your voice filled this ear, a gentle sigh leaving Zayne’s lips as tired eyes scanned over his computer screen. “Don’t worry, I’ll be mindful of the time. I just have to do one more round and I’ll be on my way home. Don’t wait up for me.” The sweet nickname was the mood boost Zayne needed to finish his shift.

“Hi, sweetheart.” It was groggy, a kiss on your brow was all you needed to know your lover was home. “Hi, my love.” You shivered at the cool sensation of his hands slipping under the covers, roaming your skin in search of some much needed warmth.

❄️ Zaynie

A nickname that you had used on him since childhood, and yet it never failed to make his heart beat just a little faster. As cute as it was, it carried a level of intimacy and domestic nature that made Zayne smile. “Zaynie! It’s your day off, what do you want to do?” And — astra help him — he could think of serval things he wanted to do that didn’t so much as involve leaving his bed. You were just too cute for his heart to handle, so sweet and beautiful and— well it is his day off after all.

“How about this, my love… does this work?” Your mind is reeling, a quite plea if “zaynie…” leaving your lips out of habit.

Sylus

🍷Handsome

Sylus could have fainted the first time you called him handsome. You had done it so nonchalantly, so genuinely too, for the first time the leader of Onychinus didn’t know what to do with himself. You noticed, of course, the little hitch in his breath and the widening of his eyes. And you didn’t say a word, just tucked it in the back of your mind for later. Eventually he got used to you calling him handsome, but it didn’t stop the flutter in his chest when you did. “Morning, handsome. Are we going to go for a walk?” Sure, a walk works, but he can think of way better things to do to… warm up.

“S-so handsome, my ha-handsome boy—“ Sylus groaned, hips swiveling against yours. “Still praising me? What a good girl…”

🍷My Beloved

He thinks you got the nickname from him, considering he’s called you it a handful of times himself. So, it becomes a shared nickname for eachother, and Sylus finds himself grinning like a fool whenever he hears you calling him. “Are you ready to go, my beloved?” Your hand is extended towards him, you’re both dressed to the nines, and he swears the butterflies in his chest are about to break through his damn rib cage. “Course I am, beautiful.” With a shaky little breath, his fingers intertwined with your own. Now? It was time to get the job done… hopefully he could focus for that long—

“Couldn’t help yourself, beloved?” This wasn’t exactly your first time getting pressed up against a wall by your lover while on a mission. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last… “you know I’m insatiable.”

🍷Sy

It was so effortless falling from your lips that Sylus barely noticed it the first few times you had used it. It wasn't until the twins had begun to chuckle that Sylus picked up on the key detail his brain had been glossing over. "So domestic, boss!" to which the two of them were banished from the kitchen. All you could do was laugh, a dopey grin on your face as your lover approached you with mock disdain. "Using a nickname in front of those two... what a dangerous game you're playing, kitten." You could only continue your giggling, even as he picked you up and placed you on the marble countertop. "Naughty naughty..."

"S-sy! Sylus! Shit- slow down!" But he could feel you thrusting your hips backwards to meet his erratic thrusts. "You're so indecisive -ha- kitten."

Caleb

🍏 Honey

Caleb had been cheeky back when you pretended to be his girlfriend, using the pet name as frequently as he could to really sell the act. But, somewhere along the way after things became official, you had begun to use the term genuinely. "Hi honey." Here and "honey, where did you put the laundry detergent?" there and suddenly he was doing it too. It made him feel warm and fuzzy every time you uttered the phrase, and he didn’t dare tease you about it in fear that you’d stop using it all together. He could be your honey any time.

“You like that, honey? Like when I do this?” His lips are all over your chest, nipping and sucking and licking. “Bet you do, you’re as sweet as honey… how about I give you some of my honey too?”

🍏 Lover Boy

It had started as a joke, you even changed his name in your phone to the silly little name. Then? It was something that stuck. He’d say something to you with hearts in his eyes and you couldn’t help but chuckle, a fond smile on your face as you whisper “okay, lover boy, whatever you say.” Other times, you’d come home from work with a tired expression on your face and sleepily mutter it. And fuck did it drive Caleb wild. Sometimes he’d even use it against you, just to see your face fall apart as he pressed his body against yours, whispering the beloved nickname in your ear.

“This is what you want your lover boy to do, huh? Fuck this pretty pussy stupid with his cock? Yeah, good girl, I bet.”

🍏 Kay (pronounced like a shortened version of his name)

You’ve used the nickname since childhood, a shortened version of his name that he’s become damn near trained to respond to. “C’mon, Kay, please?” Anytime you’d want him to cook for you, or do your share of chores, or when you needed help with your homework. The list goes on and on, but Kay was such a special term to him. He loved how sweet and natural it felt coming from your mouth. Even if you were whining a majority of the time you used it.

“Kay! C’mon! Harder!” You’re flushed and drooling, nails biting into his shoulders as you plead with him to fuck you just a little rougher.

[abigailspinach]

Read it!!!!! It’s reallly gooooooooooood!!!!!

Maia is a lovely cinnamon of a protagonist doing a very difficult job with the help of the worlds most competent mail man turned secretary (of state almost)

Here…. A podcast episode touching upon The Goblin Emperor and also Jupiter Ascending and Person of Interest

M: Read the book! Get the book from your library!

A: It’s an amazing book.

M: Make your librarian buy five copies—

F: It’s a really good book.

M: —and build a display of nothing but this book!

A: Why would you need any book but this book?

M: Why would you need any book but this book? We talk sometimes about, like, a friendly coffee shop AU type of fantasy… this isn’t quite that, but it’s just so nice?

A: It’s so nice. It’s so good. It’s about, like, nice people being good, and well-meaning, and working hard to do good things in the world even though it’s, like, hard and tricky and they’re surrounded by people who are not as good and kind as they are.

M: But the thing that we have here is this young character who was never meant to be in power, and so has grown up into this kind, thoughtful, humble young man… and suddenly somebody plops a crown on his head and he’s like… WHAT DO? HELP?

F: I think that’s what makes it a very positive narrative is that in another book it might be about him becoming more cynical, and he does become more cynical in that he’s exposed to a wider range of people and motives and, I guess, evil-doing than he has before then, but his own goodness and niceness is such that the fabric of that world bends around him, eventually, and that’s the hieros gamos.

M: To… to me it’s that he is… [pause] His default action is kindness, even to people who don’t, according to those around him, merit his attention. And what we see is this kind of trailing ducklings of, uh, vassals that just sort of form around him and follow him around worshipfully.

A: Yes!

M: And he doesn’t even notice it happening?

A: Yes. YES. [Delighted laughter]

M: And it’s amazing. I just… the writing as well, the character development of every single individual character. You can parse out exactly why they’re doing it and how this noble liege has earned their fealty.

F: You’re right, in that the humbleness of Maia, the main character, is something that makes this an incredibly powerful narrative, but if you think about it from the point of view of the vassals, and the way the book is written you never actually get—correct me if I’m wrong, but—you never actually get inside their heads. You’re only inside Maia’s head, really. But, you… you can tell, as the reader, what is going on in their heads and why they have fallen into this duckling line of supporting him and believing in him, and you can tell that, from their point of view, there is almost an element of noblebright going on, or an element of glory, it’s just not in a way that they’d thought about it before. But they clearly idealize Maia by the end of it. But he himself is so humble, and that’s what makes it a really powerful depiction of this particular trope.

M: But my point is also that it is entirely a satisfying example of a platonic version of this trope.

F: WELLLLLL, I mean, there is some fanfiction that we… [A tries valiantly to restrain her laughter in the background]

M: No, no no, okay, okay, let me clarify myself: it is entirely satisfying, you can then extend it if you so choose. I’m not saying it has to be.

F: Okay, fair.

M: ANYWAY…

[A begins outright cackling]

M: The point is that… STOP CACKLING AT ME, ALEX. I HAVE NOT GOTTEN TO BE INCOHERENT NEARLY AS MUCH AS YOU DO, SO SHOUTING IS NOW.

The Goblin Emperor will teach you how to speak Elvish without you even realizing it because it so gradually introduces words, so halfway through the book you'll be saying shit like "I can't believe the Ethuverazhid Zhas's dachenmaza nohecharis has to commit revethvoran :/" with a straight face

[bugixxxbunny]

You're Superhero!

Description: just jammed backed full of anime men and how they show their heroism 😁 (Ranpo Edogawa, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Manjiro Sano (Mikey), and Ryomen Sukuna!)

Content Warning: (very basic smut) Impact play, thigh fucking, lazy sex, Cock warming, shower/bath sex, dry humping slight angst (if you squint) toxic relation (Fyodor) drug use, fingering etc.

Word count: 32,352

Bungo Stray Dogs

Ranpo Edogawa can't stand crime shows, but you love 'em every night after you both finish work, eat a full dinner, and bathe. You both settle into the queen bed; the soft black sheets envelop you two like a cozy hug. Ranpo grunts as it's Wednesday, meaning it's your turn to pick the channel. You always put on a cheesy crime documentary before you could even get a quarter of the way through. Ranpo would be whining, pointing out who did it.

You always praised him. The reason you loved putting these on was because you liked being amazed by your boyfriend. He never failed to impress you with how smart and keen the childish boy really is. Most people dream about superheroes like Superman and Spider-Man, but you always thought of Ranpo, how he warned you once not to walk in a certain direction or else your brand-new white dress would be ruined. Certainly enough, you had no speck of anything on your dress because of the route Ranpo encouraged you to take. How he automatically knows when you had a bad day and stops being so stubborn and becomes sweet and angelic He'd tuck you in and take the train to whatever takeout you wanted. Be patient he will might get lost.

Or how he knows exactly what makes you tick, what overstimulates you, or your version of right and wrong. So, three times a week, on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday, when you get to pick what you both watch, you'd pick a crime show because you loved to show your superhero praise for all his magnificent deeds and hard work. You put on the crime show to rile up Ranpo. All the praise he receives goes straight to his heads,

"Whoa, Ranpo, you finished that one even faster!" You said, wide-eyed, you slowly moved closer each time he got it right. Your warm hand squeezed his right thigh; your hand basically felt like fire to the detective. His painfully hard cock strains against his boxers, making you giggle. "I hate when you do this. Can we just skip to the part where you give me an orgasm?" Ranpo whines, already knowing how your little game will end. "Such a good boy, Ranpo!" "Smartest boy," you snicker at the nonstop teasing that you couldn't help but let fall from your lips, pulling down his brown flannel boxers, letting his cock bounce free. It slaps his stomach softly before your lips suction cup onto his achy tip. "No, you always do this. I want more; he whines.

Ranpo shoves your head off. Tears of wanting and need, an insatiable desire, pool in his green eyes. "Mhm! Let me do what I want. I deserve it, m'yeah?" You sigh and press your plush thighs together, lifting your legs and giving your needy boyfriend permission. Ranpo smiles wide like a child in a candy store. He grabs your thighs with greed, pushing them to meet your chest, taking away your breath as he spits on the fat, sticking his stiffy right in-between where they meet. His hips snap immediately; his pace is sloppy and quick as he fucks your thighs. Ranpo's head snaps back as the underside of his cock brushes against your soaked panty-clawed pussy. "Fuck, it feels so good. I should let you pick what we watch every day," he moans out before painting your stomach and thighs in white. Maybe Ranpo didn't mind crime shows as much as he led on, but that's why he's your superhero; he wouldn't be afraid to pretend to not comprehend your little games only for you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky was the superhero in disguise. He reminded you that you weren't truly filthy and worthless because of your ability. He made use of you and understood you. Neither of you put a label on your relationship, leading him to refer to you as a subordinate. It was much more than that. Whenever Fyodor was cold, he looked to you, sucking your warmth like a vampire; he'd steal kisses from you like it was a prayer. At night, during the day, every moment of his life involved you. Even the more violent parts. You had already seen Fyodor as your knight in shining armor for saving you from a life of dread and self-hatred, saving you from yourself and the destruction of the harmful ability you wield. "Ангел, you look so darling in the dress," his voice purrs, making you snap out of your daze and bringing your attention to the present moment.

Fyodor claimed he had a job for you to do. He had bought you a new dress just for the occasion. It was white and had a pretty fluff. "It's real sheep's wool. You like it, Ангел?" "I love it, Fyodor. Now we match." His hand reached out, his fingers cold and clammy. They ran down your forearm before he linked his hands with your warm ones. Nothing was out of the ordinary except a feeling in your gut called doubt. You pushed the uneasy feeling down and smiled up at him. "Oh, little Ангел, I'm not done just yet." His left hand pushed your hair from your cheeks, clipping in a small hair charm. It was fragile and dainty, made from glass in the shape of a star.

"Beautiful," he said. His face wasn't full of emotion; it never was. His face had that simple smile, but that was Fyodor, your genius man. You tried to rationalize the conflicting thoughts and emotions you had as you both walked to the car.

The silence was comfortable. Had you been overthinking you and Fyodor's relationship? Maybe he was just your boss, and he didn't forgive you and the horrible sin of your ability. He wouldn't save you from the hell we call life. "Something is wrong," he spoke up. Fyodor always knew what you were thinking, but instead of lying, you remained silent. "Are we doubtful again, darling Ангел?" The silence emanating from you spoke volumes. "В свое время, мой ангел, твое желание будет исполнено, и я избавлю тебя от греха, который мы называем Способности."

You didn't understand, but you just turned your head to stare outside. You felt his cold hand lurk onto your thigh. "You may not understand now, but you will in time, my Ангел."

You finished the job smoothly, like normal. Fyodor didn't expect anything else from his favorite subordinate. "I'm tired," you mumble. You let your head fall into Fyodor's lap. "Let yourself rest; you won't be useful unless you're rested, darling Ангел." His thick accent lulled you to sleep to the sound of the rain tapping against the car window. His cold palm rubbing the scratches, that littler your skin from the assignment, the driver revving the engine, and the sway of the moving vehicle.

Once you both returned to the 'safe house,' as Fyodor called it, you continued to lie still. He picked you up and carried you inside to your room, placing you on the cushioned couch and sitting beside you again in comforting silence.

Once your eyelids fluttered open, that simple smile appeared on his pale face. "Did you have delightful dreams, Ангел?" Sitting up, he grasped your face. "Yes, Fyodor," you said, the doubt still evident in your features.

"Do you wish to know what was said on our trip to your assignment?" Your eyes widen before you could think clearly. You begin nodding, so eager for the knowledge. Whenever Fyodor spoke in Russian, it was to conceal something from you; you became so desperate to understand him you couldn't help but nod like it had become an instinct. It was. "В свое время, ангел мой, твое желание исполнится, и я освобожу тебя от греха, который мы называем Способностями means in time, my angel, your desire will be fulfilled, and I will free you from the sin that we call abilities.'" He purrs, stroking your face.

that's all you needed. Your only reason for Fyodor being your superhero, your savior, your reason to live, is in those few words you kiss him feverishly, unable to help yourself his hand adjusts you onto his lap, and the kiss was calculated and thought out on his part, yours were sloppy and messy, tugging at his coat and shirt. To feel his soft and delicate pale skin under the tips of your avidity fingers, he complies with your needs and lets you have at him. Your hands tug his clothes to the ground. before you can take off your own; his hands do it for you skillfully and quickly. "Won't you keep me warm, Ангел?" His cock was veining and somehow always cold no matter how hard and horny he was. You took your seat snugly on his cock while your fingers tug at his rosy nipples. Cock warming was his favorite. You couldn't help but indulge your superhero savior in disguise.

Nikolai Gogol makes you laugh That's his superpower. When you two are out and about, he tends to do an impersonation of the shopkeeper that kicked you both out of the store for being too 'rowdy,' or if you two are on a date, he won't stop repeating a phrase you thought was funny.

That smile. your smile is the only reason he allows himself to stay in his cage. Nikolai's superpowers don't stop at just jokes he will portal you flowers once a week all different types of roses, snowdrops and you couldn't even name them all they began to become bigger and bigger until you had to tell Nikolai to calm down on the flowers

his afternoons spent laying in-between your thighs these times are when he allows himself to be trapped like a bird in these wonderful emotions, he'd hum whatever song you had playing in the background while you both wasted the day playing games

today was different it was a sunny afternoon and you both sat on the beach the rays of suns tanning your skin and burning Nikolais you both were sandy along with being partially wet you had begun to pack up the beach bag wrapping up the towel and fitting them snuggly inside as Nikolai continued to run around and kick little kids sand castles down something you had already reprimanded him for "oh dove this was so fun!" Nikolai cheers, jumping on to your back and pulling you down with him into the dusty sand, causing a fit of giggles between the both of you. You roll on top of him. "Come on, wrap it up. I'm starving!" you say, catching your breath. "Where we eating, my lady?" he says, picking you and himself up from the sand. You wrap your arms around his neck as he swings you around in his arms. "Mhm, no clue. What are you in the mood for?" His eyes sparked with that mischievous look in them either he was going to quiz you or say something horny. "You're thinking dirty, aren't you!?" You bang on his chest, and he drops you onto the sand. "Pfft, you're no fun," Nikolai whines. His actions makes you roll your eyes.

once you both finally got home you pull Nikolai to the shower immediately sure the beach was fun but sitting with a sandy crotch wasn't. Nothing was perfectly easy with Nikolai around he whines and tried to pull away stating this was a way to free himself or some bullshit you shove him into the bath "strip" you groan exhaustion finally hitting as you peel off your clothing and mushy bathing suit from beneath Nikolai does the same not fighting much anymore you step into the heated shower and your body relaxes "come in its nice and warm" you let a soft sight as you let the water douse your scalp and run down your breasts he hoped in the shower a bit faster after getting to see this new expression of yours it was fascinating after a few minutes of feeling his gaze you open your eyes.

"Hi, honey you're staring" you teased wrapping your arms around his neck, the heat of the water and Nikolai makes you have that same expression from a few minutes ago. It wasn't a smile, or a laugh faces he had normally caused you to have this one was different more than different, it was special. A soft gasp leaves you lips as Nikolai hostess you up from your thighs "huh what are you doing Nikolai?" "relax my dove I want to make you feel good" he whispers into the shell of your ear. pushing your head to fall onto his shoulder his spongy tip smacks against your clit before he dives right in bottoming out quickly making drool seep from your puffy lips and ooze onto his shoulder. His thrusts are deep and considerate making you cream on his cock rather quickly he makes sure to keep that expression on your face for a while. You're hero enjoyed fits of laughter, but his secret power is relaxation.

Blue Lock

Rin Itoshi was the quiet superhero He was stoic with the meanest resting bitchface. He tried to be nonchalant, but once in a while he'd let the facade slip, like right now you sat in your shared bed teary-eyed. Rin had stayed out much later than he had planned training. You felt inferior because of his love of soccer/football, a race you weren't even trying to compete in. You wanted Rin too to continue the sport and be the best at it, but it came to a point where you questioned breaking up with him. Your weekends would be spent in the empty apartment alone, date nights like tonight forgotten. You broke down because this wasn't the Rin you fell in love with. The Rin you had fallen in love with was quiet. Snotty listened and never forgot a date; he was usually early.

A soft hand interrupted your thoughts. "m'sorry." His voice was quiet, and he stared in the opposite direction, his bangs brushing into his long lashes, concealing his eyes from your gaze. "Then stop doing it! The only time I see you is when you're sleeping!" "You know soccer/football is everything to me; I'm going to be the best striker." "I'm not asking you to forget soccer/football for me; I just want you to make time for me." The fat globs of tears continue to roll down your puffed out cheeks; they weren't tears of sadness anymore; they were of frustration. How could Rin not understand you just want him to be present? Rin sits down after taking a moment of silence to assess the situation. "Please don't cry; just talk to me. I'm listening."

That's what made Rin your superhero. He sat like that listening to your frustration of being alone, how you fought to keep his attention, and how you even considered ending things between the both of you. This info broke his heart. He had remembered everything about your likes and dislikes. He spent 5 minutes picking out the food you hated most from a dish, your favorite color—hell, he had even picked his cleats to be the same color. Anything you'd name, he knew it, the way you liked his hair he took in consideration your opinion for every aspect in his life. Rin loved you deeply; so how did he let himself become so stupid, that what ran in his head the whole time you vented about your frustrations, you were rooted into him even deeper than soccer/football, and it took you crying for him to realize this. He had felt so stupid all those times he turned on y'all's song, (Oh My Love by John Lennon). He could have been with you once you had quieted down, and the tears were all dried up.

He spoke, "Forgive me; I'm not good with speaking about emotions." This was his way of letting you know it was your time to listen. "I've never been good at doing stuff like this. I won't make an excuse because I don't want you to leave. I can only show in results, but you won't see them if you end it now." You watch as his eyes shut, his long lashes casting a shadow over his face. "What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and give me a second chance to be better and let me make it up to you...please." You couldn't help but giggle; it made you feel good to know he was human too. Your hand brushes his bangs from his eyes. "Even if I really wanted to, I couldn't leave you not like this. I'd hate myself for it, When I leave, we will be old and gray." "Don't be ridiculous," Rin spoke, but the tips of his ears were a fiery red, and his eyes were shut tightly.

"Does our date have to be over now, or can I make it up to you?" You remain silent, but the look on your face Rin remembered that one too well. His body shifted to sit in front of you, his large hands groping your breasts in a familiar way. How you like it mostly how he likes it. His strong, lean frame towers over you. Rin didn't tend to apologize in words; when he did, they weren't as heroic as his actions. He lifted you onto his lap; his hips found their spot nestled between your thighs. His groping continued with hot, thick kisses smeared down your neck; his hands couldn't help but use your waist to smush your drenched panties against his rock-hard tent. Rin may not be a hero of many words, but his actions will always shine through.

Nagi Seishiro was a superhero to save everyone else from your bratty attitude. Most people would think Nagi would find you a bother, but he enjoys your snotty comebacks, pouty lips, and stubborn huffs. You were classified as not a bother to him; he didn't mind having you boss him around. Instead, he preferred it, meaning he wouldn't have to think. You'd end up yelling at him for not completing a task you hadn't even asked him to do and just expected of him.

Whenever you got like this, Nagi had to pull out the 3-method strategy. Method one: he'd have to practically smother you into calming down. "Nagi, off!" You flailed around trying to get the large man off you. Nagi just sighs and holds you tighter, making you whine impossibly louder. Your resistance has Nagi realizes he has to pull out,

method two: He begins to apply soft kisses all over your face. "Please don't be such a pain. I'm sleepy," he mumbles, giving you those grey puppy dog eyes. Usually it worked, but his efforts were futile. "Ugh, Nagi, I swear if you don't let me up and do the dishes right now!" "I have to get ready; we are going out with Reo tonight!" You try shoving him off, pushing on his chest, but he is too large. "Eh, can't we reschedule?" "No, we did that the last time!" Nagi continued his soft pecks all over your face. "I don't wanna," he groaned.

Nagi was starting to become frustrated. Your stubbornness made him pull out the big guns. Method three: you could never say no to this one.

"I'll consider getting a cat." Nagi was sure this would work; it had never failed him in the past before. "You say that all the time, and you never actually consider it!" You puff out your cheeks. "You're being so difficult. How do you know I've never considered it?" "Because every time I show you cats, I want to adopt, you always say that pets are a bother and too much work!" Nagi couldn't believe his 3-method plan didn't work; it had never failed him in the past before. "Fine, we can get a cat if you agree to do nothing with me till the rest of time." "Nagi, we both still have to work!" Nagi lets out a defeated sigh and has to pull out his secret weapon, plan N (plan N stands for something Nagi wants nothing to do with). In this case, it was doing the dishes and leaving the warm bed that he desperately wanted you to stay inside of. He sits up.

"I'm becoming real annoyed with the attitude," he says, still aloof as always. He pushes your legs up an into the matting press position with ease and speed, pulling up his t-shirt that you wore as a sleep dress letting your tits bounce free and lazily moving your panties to the side. "Nagi, we don't have time for this!" "Hush," he said, smacking his puffy mushroom tip against your slick folds to silence you. He thrust into your mushy cunt lazily. He was deep and unambitious; he didn't care if it felt good; he just wanted to sedate you and his poor cock, which was your fault for getting it all worked up with that smart mouth of yours, so it was fair to say Nagi was a superhero of his own interest. He didn't use his powers for the overall good; he used them to support his lethargic needs.

Bachira Meguru and you had just gotten home from a rave night around 2:44 am Raves were something you both loved doing and had fond memories of since you two had met at Portola Festival a few years ago when Bachira had a soccer/football tournament in the US. Since you were both too high to function, you ushered Bachira inside the apartment, making you guys end up crawling onto the couch giggling and laughing. Moments like this were special, tangled within one another, being your goofy-Selfs exhaustion is heavy on both of your features, but Bachira always looks at you with those eyes. After a night spent with you, they express a deep satisfaction within him, like this is what he wanted;

He wasn't alone anymore. His warm palm plants itself to your thigh, rubbing and softly squeezing the skin beneath it. Bachira used the element of surprise when mastering his superpowers to draw you in like a predator. He was sickly sweet; he always was, and touchy like a clingy puppy crying for attention. few words were said in moments like this just your hands running through his short bob tangling deep within the brown and gold locks

"M'gotta let me dye your hair soon" you slurred burying your face into his neck his free hand glides against you back "whenever you want bumblebee" voice deep and compassionate his voice was always adaptable perfect for every type of event this is exactly why he was your superhero he knew your mood like it was his own his left hand lazily glide from your back onto your thigh on the opposite one from his right hands they both kneed the flesh "you looked so pretty tonight I couldn't take my eyes from you" you get lost staring at his hands maybe it was the shrooms you both have ingested but sparks ignited in you tummy "Bachira.." you whisper, whined "aww I know" he said his voice dripping with his usual teasing nature "let me just make sure, I do have the right away to play with you?" He gives you that infectious smile, "Yes, now stop being stupid!" You find yourself tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

You let his long fingers wander up your skirt till they reach the waistband of your panties, snapping the waistband. You can't help but squirm. "You play too much," you whine, hips jerking. Bachira just laughs; the sound does not help the dull ache in your panties. He hikes your skirt up, and his other hand moves your panties to the side. His knuckles brush your reactive clit, making you suck in a breath of cold air through your teeth. "So sensitive, bumblebee, mhm as spongy and soaked as ever" he thumbs at your prodding clit as his fingers push into your pussy. He lets you rock against his hand, enjoying the view.

Euphoria overtakes you, the sensual pleasure and the dopamine of the shrooms pumping through you, and Bachira was the master of these feelings, pulling these out of you. He was your superhero, a shoulder to cry on, to understand why you feel a certain way, to change anything into a smile—one he loved and adored so much. He manipulated emotions, mastered them, and cherished them, making you the perfect one for him. You were so full of emotions, a superpower. He always made you feel good, no matter what feelings were conflicting in your brain.

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro Sano (Mikey) is everyone's superhero His presence is calming and assertive. He brought comfort using his protectiveness, making anyone feel as if he were invincible Mikey and he wouldn't drop this act around anyone other than a select few that includes the original members of the Tokyo Manji Gang and you.

You had seen the real Mikey doused in the deepest of blacks when he succumbed to the darkness; his eyes were the reflection of what pooled inside and leaked out. But even Mikey had his limits. He had lost friends and all of his siblings, the ones he knew about and didn't know that wandered the earth. He had such big things impact him at a young age; still, many years later, they loom over his shoulders, maybe helping lead up to the incident that happened this afternoon.

You gave Manjiro a bracelet; it was diamond-woven with the color's gold, black, and red, with a dainty charm of your initial. It dangled from the cheesy friendship bracelet. You had given that thing to him years ago, and he had lost it. This afternoon it was given; it probably had broken with it being so old, and the factor that he never took it off.

"I lost it..." Mikey mumbled to himself, digging through a pile of clean clothes, "Manjiro Sano! I just washed those." Your voice was stern, and your eyebrows couldn't help but furrow. You hadn't understood why he was acting so strangely. "Not important," he said. Once you had gotten closer you could hear his voice it was shaky, something you hadn't heard in a while. "Fine," you said softly and sat beside him. "What did you lose, pretty?" Mikey shook something you had never seen; you couldn't decipher it. Could it have been from you calling him pretty? You know he wasn't fond of the nickname, but he let it slide because you were you,

"Something extremely important." He was brief to keep his voice from cracking. "You're trembling, Manjiro...?" And for the first time in years, Manjiro Sano, the invincible Mikey broke down and cried. He tried to choke down the first sob that bubbled up, but like a child, he let himself wail, and his fist tried to wipe away the river that went downstream on his features. "Oh, Manjiro..." you said with sympathy Your eyes had noticed the missing bracelet, the sliver of pale skin on his left wrist, and the absence of the black and red colors, letting the skin beneath finally hit the light. You knew words wouldn't help him catch the air that continued to slip and leave his poor lungs.

Instead, you watched him, a hand snaking from his back to his platinum hair to get lost in the locks. "Do not waste your tears on something so meager; I'll make you a new one." Manjiro finally musters the courage to speak tears still slip from his dark Eyerses "that's not the point I loved that bracelet..." He was always subdued but at that moment his cheeks were puffed out and his tear ducts were stained red, but it made your heart race just like the first time you met Mikey.

Manjiro had always been sentimental and far from a crybaby. You giggle, "I know, Jiro, that was just a friendship bracelet. Let me buy you a ring this time," and he looked up at you with that closed-eyed smile. your word had struck him with a realization he couldn't hide his emotions from you like Toman "I'd prefer if you made me another bracelet out of love not friendship. Leave the ring to me. Shinichiro taught me that's a man's job." He lets his head fall into your left thigh, your hands tread through his blond hair, you let your body run from your mind, and it ends right on Manjiro's lips.

Mikey was a hero to a lot of people, but Manjiro was your hero because of his sentiments. His tears and his sobs were yours to take care of, to make the cloudy skies go away and let the sunshine called Manjiro Sano twinkle for another day. His lips saunter lower, and you drift your head back to let him have his way. his calloused hands trace down your skin they felt alarmed worried you wouldn't let him touch the same because he felt you wouldn't see him the same after his little outburst over the bracelet. your hands pressed his into your waist more "don't tell me the invincible Mikey is getting cold feet" you teased a cheeky smile decorated your cheeks "never." he gave you his own smile again the one you adored oh so much his kisses traveled lower he tugged at your waist band his wet kisses stop at your tummy making the butterfly's inside worse "let me show you an incentive for the new bracelet I will receive" his eyes bore into yours you lift your hips up and he slides them down your thighs before lapping at your already waterlogged panties nibbling at you clit through them he persisted to stimulate you through the thin fabric Manjiro was your superhero in his dark moments, and when he was a beacon of light, but most of all Manjiro reminded you how sincerely fragile the things you possess truly are and to cherish them because one day they will be gone.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna is more villain-like; anyone who didn't know him would think he is a monster. He had four arms, a strong build, and a fitting but oddly terrifying face. From afar All the other servants thought you were trouble, always provoking Sukuna. They believed the hatred was equal between the both of you.

"Lord Ryomen! I told you to stop leaving your clothing inside out. My ladies shouldn't have to deal with extra work?" Being a seneschal did give you higher power over other servants, but you were far from noble enough to yell at the dictator Ryomen Sukuna, everyone was astonished he hadn't discarded you just yet. "Get off my back, woman, before I make you!" "You should know such hollow threats have no effect on me Ryomen Sukuna!" Just as you begin to chew out Sukuna for his lazy act, you hear soft padding hit the floor as the toddler wakes up. "Tsk, and the brat saves you." Sukuna remarks You swiftly pick up Yuji. "Why hello, beautiful boy," he babbles and wraps his tiny arms around your neck.

"Hm, well, it seems I have more important matters I must attend to, your heir. I'll reprimand you later." Your eyes soften at Sukuna before you shift your focus on the young heir. "Wouldn't you like a bath?" you coo while bouncing Yuji on your hip, his giggles infectious. "I'd like for you to attend to me after the brat, woman." Sukuna's large hand pats Yuji's head, ruffling his matching pink hair; his hand then shoo's you both away to get along with your journey to the bath but thaty sadden look stayed in his four eyes.

Sukuna had Azoospermia, the condition meant he wouldn't be able to give a woman a child. The image had made him sick on many nights, but your bickering had soothed the idea of no heir. His twin brother passed on recently, leaving his son onto the great Sukuna after he finally had forgotten the idea of an heir. plenty had worried sukuna the idea of entrusting his teachings to someone who wasn't their own frightened him, but your own soothing words rid him of such stupid ideologies. "He looks just like you, my lord, doesn't he?" "Yuji will have a wonderful technique, don't you think, Lord Sukuna?" Even in grief, Sukuna had your smiley face and your embracive arguments. Truly, one could say you were his superhero, but that wasn't true...

"My lord, I finished with Yuji. What was it you needed? "I demand you accompany me to the hot spring." "Any reason?" you read the firey dictator well you could tell something was on the front of his mind. "No reasons rid yourself of that nonsense," you just laugh to yourself. "I'd be happy to, my lord." Once you both reach the hot spring, you remove your kimono, folding it and hanging it on a rack and Sukunas close by.

You watch as Sukuna steps into the warm spring. You follow shortly behind. "Be real with me. Sukuna, what do you truly desire, my lord?" Sukuna looks down in thought. "I wish to rid you of your duties as Seneschal and make you, my wife." You couldn't help but laugh; no one close was stranger to you and Sukuna's relations. You had both had plenty of nights in his chambers. He only allowed you to care for Yuji's needs. You both bickered like an old couple, picking and teasing one another like it couldn't be helped, and the way he stared at you, the only person he let all four eyes gaze at. "Don't tell me you've gone all soft, Kuna." Your hands rub his cheek and trail to his chest. "I want you to carry my child. Lets try again." His eyes were hopeful, but you sensed the doubt all over him. "We have Yuji. There's no need for an heir anymore." "It's not about an heir. I want you to be with child, my child, our blood." "Oh, Kuna" you whisper. Sukuna had appeared as a villain to everyone else alike, but you saw the man who wanted a child with the servant girl he fell deeply in love with. A mere human who wanted something fleeting and precious, but with the cards dealt to him, he couldn't have that dream. Sukuna was your superhero with his inner strength, his stubborn refusal to give up. "You can be so hardheaded."

You allow your lips trail his strong neck with fleeting kisses. He hums at the affection. "As you wish, my lord." You swing a leg over to sit in his stirring lap, cock hard against your tummy. You struggle to sit on his Substantial size, it had always felt like a train trying to ram into the station, but once stuffed snugly inside, you felt the warmth of the love between you both, Sukuna's slippery but rough grip on your hips to bounce you the water ripples with each movement, the heat from the steam, and Sukuna was overwhelming in the best ways.. Your muscles ached in reminder of recent nights; all you wanted was to give your willful lord his only wish, a family with you, a sibling for Yuji, and to make him yours. You couldn't bear to see your superhero without his cape.

And that's it. I'm so sorry, guys. I know I was supposed to have more characters, and I'm getting so burnt-out writing for this. I've been working on it for so long, and my ADHD is NOT wanting me to work on this any longer, so I am posting this with the characters I have, but I really hope you all enjoy! (Also, I think my writing has improved a lot with this, but I'd still love more tips.)

-love Bunny!

[missimaginx]

CARBONARA | KA12

pairing: kimi antonelli x f!girlfriend!brazilian!reader

plot: where kimi is a bit too much of a perfectionist when it comes to cooking.

warnings: narrated in first person (reader’s pov); female reader; brazilian/non-italian reader; pre-established relationship; Kimi being a little too obsessed with Italian cuisine; possible grammatical errors; english is not my first language :).

a/n: images taken from pinterest. this has been in my drafts for weeks 🙃 i didn't know if i wanted to post it or not, but I'm so happy with kimi’s pole 🥹 so i hope you like it. i got the whole recipe from the internet and yes, it's definitely different from the brazilian one, so i apologize if something is wrong or completely irrelevant 😘 (wc: 1k)

remembering that this is just fiction, all the people portrayed here have their own personalities and their own relationships.

The kitchen clock showed a little past five in the afternoon when Kimi announced, with all the seriousness in the world, that today he was the chef. And not just that—he was going to teach me how to make the real carbonara, “the ceal way,” his words, not mine.

And of course, I said yes. Not just because I loved carbonara too — even though I grew up with the Brazilian version that used heavy cream — but also because watching Kimi being all meticulous in the kitchen was a show in itself.

By that point, the Antonellis’ kitchen was a complete mess. Not a war-zone kind of mess, but a domestic, adorable chaos, where flour, grated cheese, and scattered peppercorns shared space with dirty spoons, a chopping board, and… Kimi. The very spirit of an Italian chef chasing a fifth Michelin star embodied in an eighteen-year-old boy who looked like he was taking this as seriously as he would a race weekend qualifying.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter, wearing a red apron with white polka dots that made me look like a 1950s housewife, watching Kimi move around the kitchen with the same agility and precision he had on a racetrack. But instead of finding the best racing line, squeezing the most out of the car, and managing tire wear, Kimi Antonelli was wearing a blue polka-dotted apron—matching mine, obviously—while choosing ingredients, repeating the recipe to himself every five minutes to make sure he didn’t forget anything, and slicing the bacon with almost comical precision.

“Now you,” he said, handing me the knife. “Same thickness and size.”

“Yes, chef.” I replied, straightening up and mimicking the same tone the contestants on cooking reality shows used.

I lowered the knife onto the slab of bacon, slicing my first cube under Kimi’s watchful gaze.

“That’s crooked,” Kimi murmured automatically, hands behind his back like a MasterChef judge, leaning in to examine my cutting board.

“You’re joking,” I looked at him, mock-offended. “I’m pretty sure I know how to cut bacon,” I muttered, turning back to the board and slicing another piece.

Beside me, Kimi gasped. He actually gasped. Like I had just sliced off one of his fingers or something. I looked at him and saw the most shocked and horrified expression I’d ever seen on his face. Well… maybe not the most. His reaction when I once told him it’s common in Brazil to put ketchup on pizza was still worthy of a horror movie.

Slowly, like he was about to disarm a bomb, Kimi reached out and took the knife from me. Still visibly shaken.

And I didn’t know whether to feel offended or burst out laughing.

“First, let’s start with the basics,” he said, sliding the cutting board closer to him… and further from me. “It’s guanciale, not bacon.” He pointed out, seriously… deadly serious… staring straight into my soul.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and just nodded, trying to match his seriousness.

“And second… this is terribilmente crooked,” Kimi said, pointing with the knife at the only two pieces of ba— guanciale I had cut. “It needs to be the perfect size and thickness so it doesn’t burn, but still gets crispy,” he explained, going back to cutting with the same intense focus as before… and officially taking over my task.

“You said I could help,” I muttered, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at him.

Kimi finished slicing the guanciale cubes in seconds. Practice really does make perfect. And as much as I hated to admit it, I could tell that two of the pieces were slightly uneven and larger than the rest… but only if you really squinted.

He picked up the board with the cubes and used the knife to slide them into the hot skillet… looking even more like a renowned, skilled and smug chef.

“I also said that if you wanted, you could just stand there… looking all gorgeous and perfect while watching,” Kimi said, flashing me that smile he knew exactly what it did to me. That cute smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and made me forget everything.

I felt my traitorous cheeks heat up and my heart race. The butterflies in my stomach came to life, and I tried my best not to show any of it.

“But I want to help,” I answered, keeping my expression as serious as I could.

Kimi saw what I was doing… and also saw I was failing miserably, because he just kept smiling and stepped closer, bending slightly to reduce the height difference between us, bringing his face closer to mine and… giving me a quick kiss on the lips, completely catching me off guard.

“You look so cute when you pout…” he murmured, brushing our noses together and smiling again…

God, that smile.

His scent…

Focus, Y/N!

I shook my head quickly, trying to ignore how fast my heart was pounding in my ears and how suddenly weak my knees felt.

“Kimi!” I protested, pushing him away, but he didn’t even flinch. He just laughed and stepped back on his own.

“Alright, alright,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender with a playful look on his face. “Come on, you can take care of the guanciale.”

Kimi handed me the spoon he was using to stir the guanciale in the pan. I took it and smiled triumphantly, making him laugh. I moved closer to the stove and was instantly hit by the delicious smell of the meat frying perfectly in the skillet.

“Alright,” Kimi murmured, positioning himself behind me. His chest against my back. The warmth of his body against mine. He placed his hand over mine on the spoon, and for a second, the slight jolt from his touch almost made me drop it. “Are you sure you still want to help?” he whispered in my ear, then chuckled softly.

That teasing tone — even laced with that voice — snapped me back to reality.

“I’m sure.”

Kimi chuckled lowly and placed a quick, sweet kiss near the shell of my ear as a truce. I smiled, satisfied, and focused on my task. The meat sizzled in the pan, turning golden, and the smell was almost too good to be true. Kimi guided my hand, showing me how to stir the guanciale properly, and once my amateur technique seemed to finally meet his standards, he stepped back just enough to let me take over — but stayed close enough that I could still feel his warmth… and his eyes on me.

“Now, we can turn off the stove and let the residual heat do the rest,” Kimi said, and I turned the knob, extinguishing the flame. “And now, we move on to the sauce.”

I stayed there, watching every detail he pointed out. He explained how the fat from the guanciale would be used in the sauce, how the residual heat from the pasta would cook the egg yolk and cheese mixture… And then he stopped everything, grabbed a little box from the back of the fridge, and looked at me seriously.

“Special cheese?” I asked, curious, stepping closer.

“Family secret,” he replied proudly.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms, intrigued.

“Family secret?”

Kimi nodded, unwrapping a piece of cheese carefully covered in parchment paper.

“Parmigiano is great. Pecorino, perfect. But this one…” He held up the cheese like he was presenting a sacred relic. “It’s a special, artisanal type.”

I stepped closer, fascinated. “And you’re just showing me? Your family’s secret?”

“Of course. You’re going to be part of it.” He said, as if it were obvious.

As if I’d asked something like “is the sky blue?”

As if us was a certainty.

And hearing that made me freeze for a second. My heart stopped. And then, of course, took off like it was racing off the grid.

Kimi blinked, realizing what he’d just said. His face turned as red as a tomato. His hand went up to scratch his neck and almost dropped the cheese.

“I mean… one day… if you want, like, someday, no pressure, you know? Not that I’m—”

I stepped closer, got on my tiptoes, and kissed his cheek, cutting him off.

“Then I better learn this right, don’t you think?” I smiled, making no effort to hide the heart eyes I probably had. “If I’m going to be part of the Antonelli family, I can’t mess up the family recipe.”

Kimi looked at me for a second, surprised by my response… and then smiled. A tender, half-relieved, half-in-love smile. The kind that melts away every doubt in the air.

We finished the recipe together. Kimi guided me as we mixed the yolks with the cheese and pasta water until it became that silky, golden cream. We tossed it with the pasta — al dente, of course — and topped it with the crispy, glistening guanciale. A final sprinkle of the secret cheese, and it was done.

We sat on the back porch with two deep plates and two glasses of red wine he’d discreetly “borrowed” from his dad’s cellar. The golden hour light bathed everything in a warm glow. Kimi still insisted on repeating three more times that this was real carbonara. I just laughed, shook my head, and told him fine — but deep down, I already knew.

This might not have been the carbonara my mom used to make.

But it was definitely my favorite now.

Because of the taste, of course.

And also because of the chef’s smile beside me.

[laursdomain]

Hi, I was wondering if you are thinking of doing the fw bf headcanon for Liam?

liam mairi as your boyfriend...

pairing: liam mairi x fem!reader

genre: fluff & smut

synopsis: sfw & nsfw boyfriend headcanons for our golden boy

warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni, smut, yk the drill

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Protector. We all know Liam is a natural protector, he protected Violet until his very last breath. Expect the same, but ten times more intense when it comes to you. Even though he always listens to Xaden, the minute you are endangered he is abandoning his post, doing whatever possible to help you. He knows you can handle yourself, which leads to him restraining himself during challenges until he feels like you need to tap out. He doesn't care how much it bothers you, he'll never let anyone or anything harm what's most important to him.

Acts of Service. Liam's love language is 100% acts of service, he loves doing such little things for you. His personal favorite is carving a wooden version of your dragon just because, a wooden statue of yourself and him on your anniversary, and don't forget the wooden flower he carved and painted when you were feeling down. Your personal favorite is when he does domestic acts of service, such as laying out your clothes for you before you get up for the day.

Kisses. Liam's kisses are always soft. He has this perfect gentleness to him, and his gentle kisses always leave you chasing his lips, demanding he gives you more. He kisses you with such love and adoration, as if you are his entire world and he wants to show that to you every time he kisses you.

Touch. Similar to his kisses, his touch is always gentle and soft. His hand on your waist or thigh is always gentle, like he's grounding you. His own way of telling you here's there. The way he gently caresses wherever his hand is reassures you in ways you cannot describe, his actions constantly grounding you no matter what situation you find yourself in.

Jealousy. Liam never gets jealous. Annoyed that someone has your attention that isn't him? That's what gets him. You know how he works to a T, and he knows exactly what game you are playing when you laugh a little too much at one of Ridoc's jokes, feeling your boyfriend tense at the unnecessary attention you give your squadmate. Rest assured, he makes sure you know your place later on.

Priority. According to Xaden, Violet is Liam's number one priority. According to Liam, you overrule that statement. You have a deep understanding on why Violet is practically guarded by Liam. In fact, you help guard her as well, especially in times when it makes sense for a woman to be there rather than a man. Though, you know the moment you need Liam, he's giving his position to Bodhi, Ridoc, or Sawyer as he rushes to your side. Even if you don't tell him you could use his presence or comfort, he simply knows. This man lives for you.

Cuddling. Liam is a human furnace. Literally. His favorite thing to do after a long day for either himself or you, or both, is dragging you to your shared room, and cuddling you for the rest of the day, promptly missing dinner and staying there until the following morning. Liam can't help it, your presence heals him in ways he can't explain. These moments are his favorite, laying in the solace of your room, hushed voices and giggles being heard from you as you recount your day to him. Even if no words are spoken, that is more than enough for Liam as he soaks up the feeling of your body against his, committing the feeling of your presence to memory.

Family. Liam is a family man, that much is known. He'll constantly tell you stories of Sloane, always reassuring you that she will love you. When you do meet Sloane, she is a little combative at first--it's in her nature. The minute she does warm up to you, starting seeing you like her future sister-in-law, it nearly makes you burst into tears. Liam is practically Xaden's brother, and even though Xaden doesn't show emotion to anyone but Violet, he approves of you. He protects you like he protects the marked ones, because to him--you are one of them.

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Dominant. Liam is definitely the dominant one in the bedroom, but in comparison to Xaden and Garrick, he's always gentle with you. He takes his sweet time, making sure everything he does for you or with you is absolutely perfect. The way he handles you with such care yet still giving the perfect amount of pleasure shows how much he truly loves you, and isn't having sex with you just because he wants to. He's also the type of person to say he's making love to you.

Pillow princess. You best believe you are his pillow princess. He thrives to pleasure you. Even though you always try to return the favor after he gives you such an amazing orgasm with his fingers, he'll slap your hand away. "Let me do all the work, baby," he'll whisper into your ear, easing you onto your back as he kisses up your body, waiting for you to fully come down from your high.

Oral. While some of the other FW boys prefer tongue over fingers when it comes to giving oral, Liam is definitely a fingers guy. More specifically, he'll use his non-dominant hand, sinking his index and middle finger into your wet hole. The way you clench around those fingers and the sounds that come from your mouth could make him come on the spot, especially when it's his relic-clad fingers that make you reach multiple orgasms. He has become accustomed to the way everyone else views his rebellion relic with such disgust, but the way he is able to pull orgasm after orgasm from you with those fingers mesmerizes Liam in a way he doesn't fully understand--but he loves it too much to stop.

Praise. Liam is constantly praising you in the bedroom. Especially when you're being his pillow princess, he can't help but praise how good you're being for him while he pleasures you and only you. And on the few instances when you convince him to let you ride him, the only coherent sentences coming out of his mouth that aren't his own moans are "you look so beautiful, baby."

Positions. Liam is all about the moment, not what you're doing. As long as he can see you and look into your eyes as he thrusts into you, bringing you both to your intense orgasms, that's all that matters to him. He's always open to trying new things, especially the interesting positions that you come up with in your pretty little head--but as long as he can see your face, that's all that matters to Liam.

Marking. Liam loves marking you up. He's very much outward about his relationship with you, and never hesitates at finding a moment to make it abundantly clear to everyone in the quadrant. His favorite spot to mark you up is the sweet spot on your neck, your squadmates claim that mark refuses to go away--but what they don't know is that Liam remarks it every time it nearly fades. Aside from the spot on your neck, he loves biting your inner thighs before going down on you.

Jealousy. If Liam is jealous, he never lets that dictate how he pleases you. He'll still keep his same gentle demeanor, though his dirty talk will get more intense. You always love riling him up, knowing the words that'll come out of his mouth when you two are alone make it all worth it. Liam will sink his relic-clad fingers inside of you, never getting tired of the way you gasp around him, aching for this exact moment all day. Flashes of the way you laughed too much at Ridoc's jokes during breakfast resurfaces, thrusting his fingers deeper than usual, curling around your gummy walls. Louder moans come from your mouth, and your eyes instantly snap to Liam's when he sinks his teeth in your inner thigh, not breaking eye contact with you. "You're mine, sweetheart," he soothes over the mark with his tongue before continuing his ministrations, quickly bringing you to your orgasm.

Aftercare. Liam's aftercare is even gentler than when he's pleasuring you. Once you've both come, he'll stay inside you as he soothes down your hair, softly humming to you as he waits for you to fully come down from your high. "There's my girl," he'll murmur once you open your eyes, softly smiling at him. He'll gently remove himself from you, leaving soft kisses along your cheeks apologetically. He'll quickly get a wet rag, returning to you as he kneels on the floor, leaving a kiss on both your inner thighs where he had bitten you, taking great care in cleaning you up. Once he's satisfied with it, he's putting his shirt on you, pulling you into his arms as he hums a song to you, watching as you slowly drift off to sleep with a soft smile on your face. Once you're finally asleep, Liam allows himself to sleep as well, the last thing he sees before it's lights out is your beautiful face.

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[dark-l-angel]

Hiiiii... your biggest fan here!

I've started following you since the first fic ❤️ love your writing soooo DAMN MUCH 😭❤️

Do you happen to know what belly dancing is by any chance? 🤔

I have a feeling that aged!up Damian Wayne you wrote for would sign his wifey to belly dancing classes for his.. you got what I'm saying..

Pls look for it and give me your op about it

Luv u and good luck ❤️

—🫀

A/N : Listen, girl... I’ve been to several Middle Eastern countries.. Egypt when I was like 14 and another time in 17, most recently Dubai this past summer. And let me tell you, I’ve seen belly dancers live. As a girl myself? I always have to look away out of sheer secondhand embarrassment. Like… you gotta be THAT bold to pull that off. Now imagine doing that with Damian Wayne HIMSELF.. grown, possessive, never breaking eye contact. You’re dancing and swaying your hips... He’s sitting there like a damn statue. Jaw locked. Arms crossed. Eyes locked on you like you’re the performance and the prize. Yeah… I’d evaporate.

Let's get into it :

Agedup Damian Wayne x belly dancer wife!reader

First little Wikipedia time 😂 : for those who don't know what belly dancing is : Belly dance (Arabic: رقص شرقي, Romanized: Raqs sharqi,  'oriental dance') is a Middle Eastern Dance that originated in Egypt, which features movements of the hips and torso, it is also referred to as Middle Eastern dance or Arabic dance. Simply it's like twerking but middle east version..

If you want to see a belly dancer click here it's not like the same as the dancers I saw.. but it serves our situation here :) it's the close reference.. it just lacks the Arabian wedding energy.

BUT.

from my experiences..

Oh, I know he would.

YOU, know that HE WOULD.

Aged!up Damian Wayne with all that broody League of Assassins discipline and a body carved like vengeance itself? Yeah, he's absolutely the type to make that request under the guise of "enhancing your flexibility for self-defense" when in reality.. let’s be honest.. he just wants front-row seats to you, moving like silk and sin under golden lights, hips telling a story that only his hands should finish.

AND he wouldn't just sign you up.. he’d fund the ENTIRE private studio, hand-select the most elite instructor in the hemisphere, and make sure you’re dressed in the finest silks with coins that jingle just enough to make his pulse stutter. Silent, but very much watching.. arms crossed, jaw clenched, eyes consuming, showering/throwing money on you from time to time. You might even catch a low "again" from the corner of the room when you think you're done. AAAAAHHHH-

Now close your eyes and imagine this

The room is dim.. just candlelight flickering like it’s nervous to compete with you. Silk curtains drift lazily with the breeze, but they don’t distract him. Nothing does. Damian sits back in a leather armchair, legs spread, shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the scarred edges of his restraint, and a glass of something expensive untouched in his hand. His gaze is fixed, Sharp, Like a yandere watching his star preform just for him.

You step into the circle of light, barefoot, all decorated in heavy gold chains, necklaces, anklets, bracelets, earrings... Call it all, the soft chiming of golden hip chains the only sound.. besides the thud-thud-thud of his heartbeat, now syncing with the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

Every sway of your hips is calculated cruelty. Every roll of your stomach? A sin whispered through movement. You don’t break eye contact. Not once omfg I can't. Not when you spin. Not when you drop low, not when he stiffs the bra part with bills, hands trailing the inside of your thighs just to see his jaw clench.

And when you straddle his lap.. slowly, deliberately, hips still dancing against his as he throws those dollars on you.. you whisper against his ear "Was this what you wanted when you signed me up, love?"

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. The growl in his throat says it all.

That's all i can give you.. I'll leave the rest to your 3am imagination.. 🫠

—🫀

[lemotmo]

I'm starting to think that Ravi being in the middle of Buddie is the same thing they did with BT by putting Eddie in every scene to stop it from happening. In the last episode we didn't see anything from Buddie and I think it's going to be like that now. I wanted to know what Ali thinks about this and her opinion is also important to me.

😂Well Nonny, you're in luck!

I was just talking about this topic with Ali and our thoughts are quite the opposite from yours.

First of all, Eddie wasn't in every BT scene just to stop it from happening, because BT did happen, remember? No, he was there to constantly remind the audience that, while Buck might be with T now, there was always someone else there who he relied on and trusted so much more than he ever did T. T was a stand in for Eddie in so many ways. They showed us time and again that Eddie was a better fit for Buck in every single way.

Second, there is absolutely no sign whatsoever they would want to stop Buddie from happening now. They have been setting up the storyline throughout season 8 (especially 8b) and all of it is leading somewhere.

Ali and I both think that Ravi is there for a reason yes, but not the reason you think.

Ravi has been there for a few seasons now. He has seen Buddie interacting since his first day on the job. More recently he was partnered up with Buck and got to know him better. He was there in 8x11 when Buck could talk about nothing else but Eddie. Then he was there to witness Buck and Eddie's silent communication in 8x16.

Buck has gotten to know Ravi better over the last few months and he obviously feels more comfortable around him these days. He seems to trust him in and outside of the field.

Now, in 17 and 18 there will be an earthquake. We have seen tons of bts where Anirudh, Oliver and Eddie are walking in and out of a building in varying degrees of dustiness. Yesterday we got that picture Anirudh made of the same underground space we saw in an earlier photograph of Oliver. He made a beautiful picture of Ryan there.

We don't think that Eddie will be back with the LAFD yet, since he was only back for the funeral and Chris is still in El Paso. He will want to go back to his son asap. But he will also realise that he wants to eventually move back to LA, because we all know that Ryan isn't going anywhere, so it's logical Eddie will move back at one point.

So walk with me for a minute... if Buck and Ravi end up getting stuck and/or pinned in a tight space underneath a building, without any way out, Eddie will most certainly come running unoffically to help them get out. It would explain his plain white henley under his turnouts.

Personally, I think that Gerrard will let him help out and even give him his turnouts back (Gerrard discovered that Bobby had hold on to them somewhere in the hope that Eddie would return someday, just like Bobby promised. 😭) because we've all seen that he has become a much softer version of himself ever since Bobby helped him out and ever since he died. (I know I know... Gerrard redemption is something we didn't want or need 🙄, but we are here now, so... let's roll with it.)

In the mean time Buck and Ravi are stuck underground somewhere with nothing to do but talk and hope they'll get rescued. Now, Ravi was always there in 8x11 and 8x16 when Buck was either talking about Eddie or just being around Eddie. So there is the possibility that Ravi already figured out how Buck feels about Eddie and he'll ask the question again: Are you in love with Eddie?

And Buck? He might just think that he doesn't want to leave the world with anything left unsaid, like he never got to tell Bobby that he loved him. So this time his answer will be different and he'll just blurt it out: 'yes, I do.'

It would give us a reason why Ravi was the one who was always there when Eddie popped up in Buck's narrative. So as you can see Nonny, our opinion here is very different from yours.

It's up to you what you want to believe of course. We are only speculating as well and there is always the possibility that we are wrong. But for us? Right now? This is a very likely scenario. 🤷‍♀️

[greenteabelle]

lawrellini is many things. in chinese we call it 竹马抵不过天降. in english we call it doomed yaoi.

like aldo has all the characteristics of a main protagonist's love interest.

being his best friend for decades, thomas admires aldo in a way that one wishes the best version of themselves could be. aldo is brave in ways that thomas believes he is not; he isn't afraid to speak about his beliefs and doesn't back down even when there's opposition.

there's a certain tenacity to aldo that thomas can't find in himself, maybe due to his position or due to his struggle with his faith, and that's why thomas almost puts aldo on a pedestal with how highly he thinks of him.

(leading to the inevitable disappointment that happens in the film)

and the fact that it's not even unrequited?

aldo values thomas's opinions the most. we view the events of the conclave through thomas's perspective, so this can't exactly be confirmed, but i do believe that aldo thinks of thomas as his anchor. no matter what happens, thomas always handles matters with a steadfast attitude, as though he'll be able to take on anything with that same hint of a wry smile.

i mean, perhaps that's what aldo thinks. because we know that thomas is very much NOT calm at all throughout the book/movie. the man is literally always 3 seconds from hurling thanks to all the stress he's under!

the point is, both of them view each other as someone they wish they could be. no one else in the world could know each other as well as they do.

then vincent benitez comes along with a metaphorical halo in his luscious dark locks.

and i love lawrenitez because how can you look away from a pair who see the world in each other?

vincent's goodness helps thomas overcome his doubts, while thomas restores vincent's faith in voting for a pope who works himself to the bone for the people. they're simply in awe of each other in every scene they're together, and you simply can't look away.

neither can aldo.

[cirphu]

my golden blood ep 8 second watch (i got distracted lol) musings:

the WAY mark turns tong's head to side to kiss his neck is one of the hottest things to ever grace my retinas

i'm sorry but blood thirsty mark is so fine

tonkla really be dead to the world when he sleeps bc how could he not hear all of that commotion

aaahhhh i saw spoilers for the scene and was STILL unprepared

mark's face when he properly sees the drop of blood i-

and THE MOANING omg

did i ever tell yall anatomy and physiology was my favorite of all the sciences? the muscles contracting and relaxing…THE VIENS

the fact that the memory of tong's bloodied lip and fearful face are what seem to send mark over the edge??? ✨poetic cinema✨

i wonder...do mark's eyes glow every time he cums?

mark is never beating the lil meow meow allegations and tong is cutest most precious angel ever

if vampires were real and looked like mark i too would be offering up my carotid lol

people in love stink

shoutout to the spanish and korean subtitles for always holding me down with untranslated dialogue and/or text—thara's text reads "come see me immediately"

the ominous and unsettling soundtrack is truly not helping thara beat the secret villain allegations

creating a whole lesson plan just to be menace is crazy lol

watching again i can really see the toxic yaoi potential between nakan and tonkla

they did a really great job casting young tonkla

the way mark's face drops at tong's nonchalant quip about his mortally ㅠㅠ

again that courtyard it's so freaking GORGEOUS

aaahhh mark wanted to kneel i see a proper proposal in the future

happy monthiversary beloveds :')

i've never wanted a candle more in my life RELEASE THE LINK GMMTV

the tomato cupcake topper was such a sweet touch fr

trying to distract the audience from the blatant fire hazard of a million candles propped up pon white sheets with gawin singing an acoustic version of closer was well played

joss' hands being so big that it translates to mark knocking those guys out with an semi open-handed fist is crazy lol

was it truly an accident or did nakan have miss nuan hit by a car?

the best lies for manipulation are the ones laced with a bit a truth and nakan has mastered the craft

i get where tonkla is coming from but he is literally doing the same thing—trusting nakan instead of tong

feeling abandoned and depressed? get hypnotized by a hot vampire today! free tattoo included with every session :D

gawd i love when actors ACT—joss and gawin really put their everything into that argument/confession scene

also the way joss is portraying mark's struggle to keep his bloodlust at bay??? ACTINGGGGG

tong was on a mission to get that d and i respect him for that

the leg was a ✨choice✨ and grateful to whoever who made it

their physical chemistry is INSANE

10/10 no notes

side note: gawin's costuming in the ever after mv is giving very much centuries old vampire so i hope that means vampire tong is in our future

[yourstrulynobody]

Questions, a lot of them

Idk if someone already did ask or if these were already explained

BUT

How does death work in your SAMS human version AU thingie?

Like for example did solar still die cause ruin and his stuff?

Or how did nathan (nexus) get in the story?

Ik there is something with entity's going on in this AU/version (IDK HOW TO CALL IT TvT)

Also how did elias (eclipse)[ i tjikk that was his name?] come to be?

So yeh thats kinda the things that are in the top

Also I love your artstyle so much TvT

THANK YOUU❤‼️ Ik really glad some people like my artstyle Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ !!!

also: YESSS I GOOD EXCUSE TO YAP!!! Im not good at explaining so feel free to ask abt some things you may have gotten confused on :)

Anyway (I'll be using their actual names instead of their human names for less confusion :3) yap session under cut

Question 1.

Honestly, death works mostly the same still! Every event thats happened in the SAMS/LAES/EAPS universe still very much proceeds the same way, just smaller aspects like revival thats changed.

-(1.1) Yes, Solar still did die because of Ruin! His revival was much harder due to him being from another dimension, but Eclipse has knowledge of different kinds of revival spells and all he had to do was gain the materials—the one Eclipse used contained using his very blood which tied Solar to the new dimension :)

-(1.2) Same procedure with the whole "New Moon" thing, but slightly altered; Moon sacrificed himself for Killcode which broke the bond they had (aka what ties an Entity like Killcode to a host like Max) in a safer manner because Entities tend to die when their host dies (something I forgot to mention in this post)... but since a new consciousness developed in Moon's place (aka New Moon/Nexus), Killcode did not die. After Solar dies, the same events happened with New Moon becoming Nexus, but instead of a chip that contained Moon, Moon was instead a consciousness that Nexus pushed out of his head that Monty quickly worked to restore since the consciousness was very much fading; Monty used a revival spell that made a new body (similar to Moon's) so Moon's consciousness could transfer there.

–(1.3) Bonus: Now that Nexus is technically alive via Witherstorm (which makes Nexus a Ghost-Entity of sorts), no revival spell was ever actually used on him. Instead, the Witherstorm forcibly revived him by using him as a vessel which is why Nexus's consciousness is fading.

There are many revival spells that may be used such as:

•Body Revival= the one used for Moon; revives ones body but with no consciousness. Very much not known.

•Consciousness Revival= allows to make a consciousness of someone who passed (with or without their memories intact) or a new being (no memories). More known but hard to do.

•Full revival= the one used for Eclipse and Bloodmoon (+Solar Flare); revives both body and consciousness with most of their memories intact. This one takes a lot of time... for most, Ruin does it with ease.

•Power Revival= Similar to how the Creator was revived, people can also be revived via simple magic or Negative Star Power (NSP), that is if strong enough—sometimes, the one who revived them may make them connect them to be a servant (like Rez and the Creator, or maybe even Servant Sun and Lord Eclipse).

Books about reviving someone is not a known one—in fact, theres barely any, but Moon managed to "inherit" one from the Creator's old office that the Creator thought was useless, and Moon merely told it to Monty just in case. Ruin, however, had to go through trial and error to manually learn how to do a Full Revival which was what he tested in his old dimension in secret, and he eventually mastered that which is why Solar Flare and the other two (three?) were easily revived.

Question 2.

Heres some direct quotes from my notes:

–..."At the age of 16 Y/O, Moon eventually argues with Killcode, and says in the heat of the moment: "Just go to Sun! Youll have more luck making him submit!" (Moon was angry and confused; he hadnt meant to drag Sun into the argument). Now, Entities dont like being challenged... but Killcode didnt wanna leave Moon either since Moon's body is strong, so Killcode puts a part of himself into Sun's head instead." <–(How Eclipse was made)

–..."Thats why Eclipse knows a lot about Sun and Moon because he has Killcode's memories on the twins's upbringing."

–..."Anyway, Eclipse doesnt fully develop until a few months in where Sun meets him. Sun mistakes Eclipse as just "the friend/older brother figure in my dreams" (since Eclipse only appeared dream-wise to Sun back then)—they got closer this way which is what I meant by saying "My human version of Sun and Eclipse being closer" or smth like that. At this stage, Eclipse doesnt have a form, so he looks like Sun but just older in a sense—he never spoke a lot, too (+no introduction at all), as he only did actions and all."

To summarize: Killcode put a part of himself in Sun's head which resulted in Eclipse. Eclipse wasnt exactly known until months later when he appeared to Sun in his dreams which then formed a bond.

Something I hadnt mentioned was that: Entities need to form a bond with their host to intertwine their lives and so the Entity grows stronger—their core (the very thing that causes their lives to intertwine which is what I meant by "Entities tend to die when their host dies".

Basically: the reason why Eclipse keeps reviving or having the ability to be revived is because Sun hasnt died yet, but their connection has weakened the more Eclipse has been revived—especially now with Eclipse being on his 4th revival. So now if Sun were to ever die, Eclipse wouldnt die as well due his more humane nature now.

Again: I am horrible at explaining, so if this is still confusing I do apologize! :'D

[barbwalken]

Characters I like 😌💕

Mohg: Is like the representative of Elden Ring, because man, im HYPERFIXATED right now. Also his design and story are so interesting. I dont draw him often because he is so damn hard to draw.

Cyrus: idk i just like him so much, his pokespe version was like so extra and intense, i just couldnt help it. Every iteration (manga, games) give him interesting resolutions and that makes him so fun to draw to me, like one time he can hang out with the kids, another time he is reseting the world and becoming a god. He is ma boy.

Ganondorf: he is my zelda fave ever since his introduction in OoT, when i was like 11. He was so fucking mean to baby link 😭, i just loved it. Also his design changes with every game he is in, and he is usually very cool (except tp, i dont like tp gan that much, cos he is too hard to draw XD) and his battles are so iconic!

Thrawn: he is blue and blue is my favorite color. But also, I found him to be such a refreshing character in star wars, with the way he solves mysteries and battle strategies. Its so funny to see such a serious and ruthless character be a pain in the ass for everyone near him, but when he has to deal with that himself, is even more entertaining. This is about book thrawn, filoni's thrawn wishes he was that smart and well written 😭

Micolash: tbh i dont know why i like him so much haha. But his only fuckin scene is so fascinating to me. It think its all the implications and the things the game doesnt tell you what i find so interesting. And i love tha cage and how he howls mid fight 🤷‍♀️

Saito Hajime: his introduction in the story sets everything for a really awesome arc. He is very antagonistic all the time, and he is brutal with his enemies, but he is also really worried for the good of the people. He is very interesting in the way he is so full of contradictions; he would cheat mid battle to get what he wants, but he would also fight in equal terms if needed. I could go on and on, you have no idea the influence rurouni kenshin has on me haha, it rised me up as a kid XD, but i need to mimir 😴

[gay-wrongs-activist]

Random Pit Babe s2e1 thoughts:

Oh god I want more

I love Babe but man, sportsmanship also means not getting fucking angry at every person that happens to win against you

Pooh's acting has noticably improved, nice

Assuming Chris is his own person and not a mole or actually Way - man, he's patient with this bunch of confused, desperate men

The awkwardness between Sonic and North feels way too real

Poor Jeff, please someone give that man a break

Good for you, Kim, as much as it sucks to see you leave, that's 100% a fair decision - I don't know if it's normal for racing teams to just support one person as the one to win

That was a lot of bonking for a first episode, and damn, is it delicious

Pete, my man, listen, I love you with Way but how did you fall in love that quick and that hard

The way things are going I wonder if Babe actually ever told the team about the attempted SA on himself. Like I get that it's easier to forgive a dead person but the others (besides Charlie) just seem completely unaware

God I feel so fucking bad for Kenta, please someone save him

Did they fucking shoot Dean omg??? But I hope that at least means Team X Hunter can find him and pamper him back to life& the wet cat deserves some peace and quiet :(

The preview definitely looks like shit is going to go down next episode already

I fucking hate that the show isn't available legally in Europe, not even when using a vpn. I wanna contribute to the show's viewcount and not have to struggle through dailymotion to find a version with proper sub titles

Extra point:

I do very much appreciate the fact that we got scent gland gnawing already in episode 1 and Charlie is very much gonna be able to smell someone else on Babe next episode so 😌👌 scent stuff is one of my favorite things about omegaverse so I very much appreciate all of this

[moonjellysfeast]

NSFW Alphabet - Arthur

A- aftercare

He doesn't believe he deserves aftercare but he thrives with it. He does sub drop pretty explicitly but not as bad as Hanna. He is competent and can clean and collect himself but he's so good he deserves to be taken care of. He isn't the best at giving aftercare but he will try his best and he's so cute trying to reciprocate your care.

B-body part

His favorite body parts of yours are tied between your eyes and your hands, he loves the feeling of your palms on him, he can spend hours just sitting running his fingers over your palms. He likes seeing hand marks on his body, bruises on his wrists and throat, red marks from where you hit him, he regularly asks Hanna to heal him less so he can still see your handprints on him. He also could stare at your eyes for days on end, the way he feels when your eyes land on him is better than anything he's felt before. If you cover him in handprints and then go over every mark with him, he'd cum untouched at least twice. His own favorite body part is probably his ass or his collar bone. He doesn't really like himself much but he knows his ass is a draw of his and he thinks his collar bone looks good, especially with your hands resting on it when you're between choking him.

C- cum

He ideally wants you to cum in his mouth, he doesn't care a lot but if he gets to choose, he's asking to have your cum in his mouth every time.

D-dirty secret

He doesn't want to admit it but he adores the filth of fucking in the barn, when you keep him there he stays very horny. He likes the feeling of being kept as entertainment for you and he feels more animalistic when he's chained up nude in a bed of soft wood shavings and grass, which he really enjoys.

E-experience

His only possible experience is in very bad circumstances, he's tried to sell his body and he may have been assaulted before so he genuinely doesn't know anything about healthy sex through lived experience. He is ecstatic to be in a relationship he consents to, though he doesn't really realize that's why he likes it so much.

F-favorite position

He favors doggy and mating press. When he is in doggy he doesn't try to hold himself up at all, even in the barn, he presses his face down into the floor to arch himself even further. He likes mating press because you watch him while you breed him, even if he won't take the opportunity to look at you.

G-goofy

He can be very goofy, though his only real humor is slapstick. He doesn't mind giggling at himself if he falls out of place or smacks into something, he can't tell jokes in or out of sex so he's as goofy as he can be and as much as you allow him.

H-hair

He's fuzzy all over, he doesn't have much chest hair but he has the cutest dark happy trail. He has thicker leg hair too, and almost no back hair. But he's definitely an otter, with how thin he is and his cute fuzz.

I-intimacy

He's scared to be intimate at first, but he likes intimate sex more than seems possible. If you set up a romantic night and be sweet to him during sex, he will unravel beautifully and might become a proper yandere. It's the only way to make him possessive of you.

J-jack off

He wouldn't dare experience pleasure without your approval. However, he will absentmindedly grind on the floor or on chairs if he's distracted by something and horny. 

K-kink

He has big breeding and animalistic kinks. It's why I made the monsterfucking fic, to him, sex should be him being in heat and getting bred by something stronger than him. He's also a major masochist, you bullying him and especially a monster or creature version of you scratching and biting him as you breed him? That's the sexiest idea he can think of.

L-location

He doesn't care about location, not because he has no shame but because he feels constant shame, the only time he isn't ashamed of himself is when he follows your orders. Tell him to strip and finger himself on the table in a restaurant and he will do it with almost no fight. He prefers doing it on the ground rather a=than on any furniture, though.

M-motivation

His quickest turn on is your smirk. That's it, his biggest 'motive' is you smirking

N-no

He doesn't actually have genuine limits, he'd be happy to let you fuck him no matter what. Make him fuck someone else, topping or bottoming, he'll gladly do it. He does enjoy bondage and topping someone the least out of most things.

O-oral

He prefers to give and he's damn good at it. He does have a gag reflex but all it ends up doing is making him cry faster.

P-pace

He prefers a slower pace but not by much, really he's more strongly inclined to roughness but even then, he's just happy to be used.

Q-quicky

Professional at quickies, he doesn't feel like he needs to cum during sex and he wants to be used, so he's more than ready to be bent over for a quick pounding no matter the situation.

R-risk

He doesn't inherently like risk but really it's more so that he doesn't focus on the risk factor during sex. He's more focused on cock and being a good toy for you.

S-stamina

Shocking stamina, maybe it's that he's used to the feeling of being beaten for hours, maybe it's because he's had to push through so much trauma, he can ride you all day and only genuinely need a few short naps.

T-toys

He doesn't actively use toys... Do torture devices count as toys? Either way, attach some to him and let him squirm for a while, it'll be entertaining.

U-unfair

He cannot tease intentionally, the closest he gets to teasing is not knowing how damn attractive he looks. Especially if you get him all dressed up and take him to a party, he's so pretty all dolled up trying not to fuck anything up and clinging to you.

V-volume

He is Loud. Screams and whines so so loudly, worlds most vocal man, you have to choke him to shut him up and even then he's still making pretty loud choking noises.

W-wild

I realized recently that Arthur is so self indulgent that his main love language is physical affection, he is the only one of my characters so obviously built to match my touch starved-ness. He is my ideal man, sad n pathetic and so so cuddly. He has also always been paired with Hanna and a cult follower. He is built to fall for cults. The most fun fact abt him in my mind is that he is loyal to the first thing that asks for his loyalty and the only way to take him from that is to convince him you care more about him. He can be in a happy healthy relationship and you can come along and directly say you wanna abuse him, if you convince him you love him more than his healthy partner, he will follow you without a second thought.

X-x-ray

He's pretty average, probably a little over 5.5 inches hard. His dick is pretty thin and flushes really easily, his tip goes bright red as soon as he's hard. He has a little mole on his pelvis like a beauty mark, it's super cute.

Y-yearning

He usually only gets horny for you when you beat him or taunt him. However, he should absolutely be trained until he's always horny and he constantly just sits waiting for you and softly grinding on whatever he's sitting on. 

Z-zzz

He passes out immediately if not during sex, if you do multiple rounds you better enjoy somno cuz he's not staying awake the whole time. Unless you demand he stay up, he can but it takes a toll eventually.

[blazinghotfoggynights]

I slept on it and spent all day thinking about it before deciding to say my piece.

I know Minear has turned out trash in the past. Every show has a slump.

This season has been a dumpster fire. I began pointing out the plots and subplots that were subpar years ago. Maybe season 5 or 6? I don't even remember.

We had to deal with the HenRen and Mara saga. Great idea! Could have been executed better.

That girl Buck dated when he delivered the sperm donor baby on his couch. OMG! The sperm donor arc. How could I forget?

Marisol. Zero chemistry. How do you stand next to Ryan Guzman in tight jeans and look bored? How?

Hen going to med school just to...what...say,"Nah, I'm good."

Eddie dating dead wife doppelgangers then running off to El Paso with NO JOB, buying a house, with NO JOB, selling his very expensive truck, with NO JOB, to buy a Prius and drive Uber. All to bring back the son he has every legal right to just yell at to get in the car and shut up for the entire ride back to LA because he can be mad at home. I don't know about you, but my parents didn't let me run off for months just because my panties were in a twist. They would have dared my grandparents to try to keep us apart.

Buck. Where do I even start? Dumped by a guy when he impulsively asks him to move in. Sleeps with that ex when he is obviously spiraling. Moves into the house of his missing best friend. (Missing because that story...just no.) Ex who obviously knows Buck so well and loves him so much he gave him basketball tickets for their anniversary is still hanging around.

That's like giving me golf clubs. If you do that, I know you are just choosing to be a d-bag. I'm going to pawn them and buy myself something nice. (In case you are on that guy's intellectual leve, I HATE golf.)

Then Athena has just been breaking laws for how many seasons? 3 now? More? This character that was originally a moral compass is now just busting through laws when they get in her way? What? She has been given the most awful stories to work with. They seem hastily thrown together by a high school writing student with 30 minutes left before class starts and he has to turn it in. She brings it every time though, so kudos to one of my favorites.

Now for Bobby. I don't give a crap what anyone says, the character of Bobby Nash was completely disrespected. In turn, Peter Krause saw a character he did an amazing job of portraying, bringing out the nuances of a complex character so expertly, he wasn't so complex at the end. We got Bobby and understood him. Six Feet Under was one of my favorite shows, so I'm used to Peter...ahem...exiting...early. (Great show BTW. If you haven't watched it, highly recommend!)

Could I see Bobby sacrificing himself for his team? Absolutely.

But that entire story was a mess. We all have learned to suspend disbelief when any 911 version is on, but this? I can't roll my eyes enough.

And if you are going to send off the character that brought the 118 together, shouldn't his whole "family" be there? Tim acted like Eddie Diaz didn't exist. Buck picked him up offscreen, but Tim damn sure made space for a guy who gave Bobby, Hen, and Chimney hell and the guy who did it twice.

You honestly think we believe the 118 suddenly forgives, respects, and likes Gerrard? Did Minear forget he wrote their hatred for the man in multiple episodes just this season?

[astralhope]

One of my favorite details in the manga is how Astral, at the beginning, had an indefinite and vaporous body, but as his adventure with Yuma progressed, he seemed to have gained a more concrete form, and towards the end, he became completely tangible.

[somerandomcockroach]

My brain malfunctioned and I was digging in MTMTE the whole day, forgot to blink, kicked pillow 8 times and was talking with my reflection 6 times

Ended up with 60+ screenshots of nerds being socially awkward/abnormal/straightforward because we use books to talk, not people, silly, cool or sweet, or just facts ahah