#have some word vomit lol

[sir-toastington]

more art from my gf DeathRay (Grumpy Bear is both our favorite)

She also made her own Care Bear Cousin- Gloomheart Bat! Specifically nocturnal, she's rarely seen by the other cousins with the exception of Brightheart who's also nocturnal.

She stands for the importance of patience, and listening to others without interrupting while they share their feelings.

[mx-myth]

Okay so I've had some meta thoughts about Laurence's amnesia and how it relates to his relationship with Tharkay sitting in my drafts for like over a year now so I figured I'd finally clean it up and post it. Heads up it's really long.

Laurence finally consciously realises that he loves Tharkay (or is in love with him, whatever nuance you'd like) after "knew him, and knew himself." But at this point he's completely in pieces as a person (more on this next paragraph). Post-amnesia, he's an entirely different man. Pre-Temeraire Laurence is the harshest, strictest version both of and with himself. He follows the rules to the letter, basically takes Temeraire only out of duty in the beginning, and even keeps the promise between him and Edith despite there being no formal arrangement at all. Post-Temeraire but pre-amnesia Laurence has softened. He's putting less emphasis on the rules and more on his morals (see: treason). He has more leeway but still carries that honor/duty/order with himself.

Which is why post-amnesia Laurence is the version of himself that discovers that he loves Tharkay. In the wake of losing his memories and then regaining them he's lost and unmoored. Both of his past selves are so different and therefore so distant. They're both true but it's too jarring for him - especially in his current circumstances, much less the overall war - so Laurence becomes a new person. This is Laurence at his most vulnerable, his most unguarded, who smiles more often now because he doesn't really know that he didn't smile that much before. He has two major tethers to his personhood: Temeraire and Tharkay (I hesitate to say only tethers, simply because Laurence's life isn't that small, but repeatedly these two are the ones who have had the biggest impact on his life, who have kept him going). Obviously he loves Temeraire, he's never going to stop loving Temeraire, he just isn't capable of it, but seeing Temeraire didn't bring back his memories (I can't imagine how Temeraire must have felt, meeting a version of Laurence who had never met him). Laurence loves Temeraire in the most unconditional, selfless way - to be very Greek about it, his philia. But I think when he finally comprehends how Tharkay was the catalyst behind this radical change of his self he dives into his memories again and goes over them in excruciating detail (and he was definitely doing that already, but now he's doing it with a lens exclusively focused on Tharkay). At some point he comes to the realisation that Tharkay loves him, and that he loves him, and that he's been unconsciously shoving it down every time it's surfaced (past-Laurence was saying no homo while actively homo-ing). And with the benefit of being an new version of the same person (and also some hindsight, finally), this Laurence says, I've committed treason. My country sees me as a traitor but they still need me to serve them as a tool. I lost myself once in a war (see: "what are you doing?") that's still being fought. Time is short and there's no guarantee I won't lose my memories again, that I will still be the person I am right now. What do I have to lose?

(And on some level, this Laurence thinks, what can stop me?)

He begins giving to Tharkay what Tharkay always had given to him. His acts of devotions start small (relative to Tharkay's; transporting too many ferals is obviously a little outside of what Laurence can feasibly do). He cares for Tharkay once he wakes ("have you noticed the top of your head appears likely to come off?"), he helps him eat and drink, he massages his hands once they heal, he stays with him through the nightmares that come to haunt him. And he continues doing these little things for Tharkay, hoping that he understands (he's willing to wait, Tharkay waited for him after all, and Laurence doesn't want to push him, especially as he's healing). But I think the act that hits Tharkay like, oh, it's different this time is when Laurence bargains his freedom to Napoleon. I feel like that carries unspeakable meaning for Tharkay, who was ostracized growing up and ended up never having a "permanent" home since he travelled so much. I can't imagine that he hasn't been in a similar situation before, but he's probably always been expected to weasel his way out of it without any outside help. He's trained himself out of expecting someone to help him, to care enough about him to save him. Yet part of the man who turned to treason simply so the dragons of France wouldn't die in pain lives on in this Laurence. Pre-Temeraire Laurence is rules and post-Temeraire pre-amnesia Laurence is morals, but post-amnesia Laurence is all heart. There was never a way he was going to leave Tharkay behind.

So Tharkay starts watching him. He watches Laurence continue to devote himself to him, again and again. He brings him his coat on cold days. When it rains and their scars ache he curls around his hands and rubs lotion into them. When he goes into town he always brings Tharkay back a little gift. He starts growing vegetables in the garden and he learns how to cook non-wartime foods and how to knit (because he is a man forged by war and what does one even do during peacetime when one's dragon is busy reforming the government, anyway?) and suddenly he's providing for Tharkay like never before. He looked away for one moment and suddenly Laurence's prescence and all that he does has made the manor a home.

Yet Tharkay, for years, has told himself so many times that Laurence is off-limits, untouchable, that he can love him but that there's no chance that Laurence will love him back. The only way he can love Laurence is silently, nearly from afar, and so he tried to do that. But he can't just stand by and so every time he finds himself committing a deux ex Tharkay (see: ferals, again). He understands that there's some shit Laurence needs to learn himself (and god is this series very good about character development for Laurence) but he's not going to do nothing when the man in about to die. For him it's about caring and providing for Laurence even if he doesn't know it. He learns to content himself with the knowledge that, even if nothing comes of it, he can still be by Laurence's side.

But then the amnesia plot happens (which he only learns of after all of it goes down) and suddenly there is a half-stranger wearing the skin of the man he loves (loved, he tells himself) looking at him with those familiar blue eyes filled with a completely unfamiliar emotion. He's relieved that Laurence remembers but he's said that his Laurence is gone that he's even thinking of it like that (Tharkay has a lot of anger, both at himself and others and the world). Laurence is right in front of him, he's not gone at all, but he's gone in a way that matters. But also this new Laurence is by his side all the time. He's feeding him and helping him drink and dress and he sleeps on the floor by his bedside. Tharkay is so confused because this has to be some kind of fantasy dream he's having. He must still be in the cave (and it's believable that he is, because he returns there every night in his dreams). But he isn't and he has to struggle to come to terms with this new Laurence.

So every time Laurence does something even remotely nice he hyper-analyses it and rationalizes it to himself. He deludes himself into thinking that this is normal for Laurence now. It's normal for Laurence to fuss and hen over him now; it's normal for him to smile at him with that emotion written plainly on his face that Tharkay still hasn't (refuses) to decipher. And he does this well into post-canon.

For that reason he only gets with the program when Laurence has to leave the manor (leave home) for a long while (probably with Temeraire) and suddenly Tharkay is all alone in this huge manor. He's wearing the socks Laurence knitted for him and eating food Laurence grew and walking into rooms and seeing little parts of him scattered everywhere. There's a novel he's reading left on the table by the chair he prefers in the library. There's a cookbook in the kitchen in which he's bookmarked recipes he thinks he might like. Tharkay finds a handwritten list of things they need to buy in town left out for him. He left his pillows on Tharkay's bed because he knows he likes sleeping with a ton of pillows (and they smell like him, and Tharkay pretends he doesn't bury his face in him, that he doesn't miss him while he's gone). When Tharkay wakes up in the morning he makes two cups of tea and waits for Laurence to come in from talking with Temeraire before remembering that neither of them are here (home). He expects Laurence to appear in the evenings to ask if he wants to go on a walk through the grounds with him (and he always ends up saying yes). Tharkay learns that the manor is too big for one man who has always been a little too lonely in his life.

So until Laurence returns home he plots and plans and agonizes. After a week once Laurence has come home (and the first thing he had said to him was welcome home, and Laurence had beamed at him, and it was so unbelievably natural to say it) Tharkay begins his attempts at reciprocating. He wakes up earlier so that he can brew Laurence tea so he can take it out to sit with Temeraire. He says that he cooked some of the recipes from Laurence's cookbook and insists on making them for Laurence (he had to figure out his system of marking which recipes were Laurence's favourites). He gifts him a sturdy, functional, and beautifully crafted knife to wear around the house for daily use; he specifically makes sure the knife is up to Temeraire's standards. In fact, Tharkay talks to Temeraire about everything, and Temeraire tells him, with no minced words while completely drawing his own conclusions, that it's very nice that Tharkay is asking him for his blessing, but does he really need it at this point? Haven't they been courting long enough? He's always approved of Tharkay, because he makes Laurence happy.

That's how Tharkay realises he and Laurence have been dancing around each other like shy birds, both of them subtly showing off but not making the first move. And maybe he realises that Laurence is thinking how he used to think - that it's okay as long as he can be by his side, that he doesn't need his love reciprocated (it's a very long chain of Tharkay loving Laurence, Laurence knowing Tharkay loves him and loving him back, and Tharkay loving Laurence and knowing he knows he loves him and loves him back). And of course Tharkay wasn't going to make the first move back then, and if Laurence hasn't by now, then maybe he should borrow some of Temeraire's courage.

It's something small. The words come later, given how action-forward both Laurence and Tharkay are. They don't even need words. Maybe Tharkay takes Laurence's hand during dinner and intertwines their fingers, maybe he touches Laurence's cheek after he's braided his hair as their eyes meet in the mirror, maybe as they pack away the port and piquet he kisses him good night. Whatever it is, they look at each other and simply know. Tharkay sees Laurence slowly start to smile, a huge one that spreads across his entire face, one that he's only seen on Laurence when he thinks he's alone with Temeraire. He seems to brighten, almost radiating light.

For his part, Laurence reciprocates. He squeezes Tharkay's hand, he turns his cheek into Tharkay's touch, he pulls him in for another kiss. He watches as something seems to drop from Tharkay, something that he hadn't even known he was carrying. He becomes loose and relaxed, his body language more open as he looks at Laurence with one of his little smiles, a bit of shyness that he's never seen before evident on his face. He tells Tharkay that he's the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

[silentassassin21]

no y'all don't understand how much i fucking adore taryon darrington, like maybe nobody loves him as much as me. he just loves vox machina so fucking much even when he's a little bit of a dick about it. like the way that from the start he thinks keyleth is so cool and capable and powerful and obviously that's kind of a joke from sam because keyleth is a bit of a mess (affectionate) but also it's so sweet when tary sees keyleth like jump off a boat and he decides that if their fearless leader is doing it then of course he must too. and the deep, genuine love he has for doty as his first and, for a long time, only friend and how hurt he is when he dies and, even though he can rebuild him, it wouldn't be the same. and while it's always funny when tary brings up his father because sam is funny, it's also so goddamn heartbreaking how scared tary is to go home and feel like he's failed his father again. and the scene where tary tells the group about lawrence and that he couldn't possibly have a future with him because all the adventurers in stories go home to beautiful maidens not older men is just so fucking real and while it's a little funny (because once again: sam), the way the group fucking melts and assures him that none of that is true and comforts him. not to mention his friendship with vex and how much they come to love and respect each other even when tary is being such a little shit. and the way that he immediately finds a kinship in percy and clearly considers him his friend so quickly even when percy is being standoffish and falls a little in love with him even while knowing he won't do anything about it because he loves vex and percy too much. and just the development of his relationship with the whole group who he never really understands are hesitant around him at first because of how much they have their own personal shit that has nothing to do with him but they end up opening up to him and loving him so dearly. shit this ended up being a lot of rambling about tary, i just love him so much, he's one of my favourite cr characters and i never see enough love for him. when i bought a bunch of keychains from an artist at avcon and the first one i asked for was the tary they looked so surprised and happy and said "nobody ever gets taryon" and i just. guys. he means so much to me and i'm not at the end of him being with vox machina but i'm getting close and as much as i love scanlan i'm going to be so sad when he leaves <3

[cheralith]

— on a quiet (and maybe non-sensical) rant about writing x-readers vs. character x character.

although they're easier to be more indulgent with, i find writing x-readers harder than character x character.

i do think there are some prompts i have in mind that are solely for character x character that a having a reader-character would kind of do the prompt some injustice.

not a neg thing; more of like... a complexity? i think with how much i have to kind of prepare this "clean slate" for a reader-character for fics (at least for mine), some prompts, specifically the more adventerous, poetic ones, are just easier to do with characters whose foundations have been laid out for them already. the problem with x-reader fics is the entire indifference of trying to fit yourself/your persona into the story—then trying to fight off the disappointment when a certain circumstance in the fic doesn't match with your self/persona. the entire "i would Not fucking say that" debacle kind of haunts me sometimes, which is why i tend to make my readers a little bleak in personality, so at least one size attempts to fit all.

not really saying you can't tune in to more poetic prompts with x-readers! it's possible... but i think, for me, with how much i try and take precaution of making sure everyone is happy, it's just easier to veer into the lane of complexities with characters who i can just simply fine-tune and not necessarily shape from the ground up.

"but alice, your work is your own! you can do whatever you want with it! if you want to make reader have a personality, then do so!" some may say, but my issue is the entire concept of x-readers is to insert yourself in the story, mainly through a positive sense. and i aim to keep that concept grounded in my works. it heals people, knowing they can be in and enjoy the story through my pov, and i love doing that—even if it may be hard to do sometimes.

i'm drafting my first character x character fic in a long time (since late 2023) (an angsty nagireo fic (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و), and i had completely forgotten how fluid i can write when the foundations for the fic are laid out for me—i just have to puzzle-piece everything together. the personalities, the thoughts, the future inevitabilities of them... everything is there for me already. which is why i find them easier to write, despite the prompts being more convuluted.

i've written and read some great stuff through both lenses, but i've just recently attuned myself to each of their own complications and finally brought them to light so i can properly better myself in writing.

[solid-six]

Speaking of replaying things...got it in my head recently about maybe playing Death Stranding for a second time. Played it through once a few years ago and didn't think I'd want to do it over again.

So last night I thought I'd watch some of a YT playthrough, see how I felt about it. And after about and hour or so, I stg I've oscillated back and forth between...

Oh hell yeah! I can remember there was a lot here I really liked that was enough for me to finish the whole thing the first time; and

Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhh I also remember why I haven't wanted to play it again until apparently now lol

...like 20 times.

[captainrufflebanger]

I have tried many times to remember or deduce what happened over 2 years ago that made me stop reading fanfiction but I cannot seem to pinpoint what occurred. I've read maybe 8-9 fics in that time frame, all being friends' writing and of excellent quality, yet something completely stops me from browsing ao3 for recreational reading like I used to do so often. I have no problems reading a short book so why are fanfics an issue to me?!

I genuinely don't know how to break this curse because I want to share joy with others by enjoying their stories... I just can't seem to do it and I don't know why.

[infinitystation]

it's been a LONG time since i've made any sort of personal post but i wanna ramble a bit! i've never felt more relief than finally deciding to use the term aro for myself after fighting with it on and off for at least 5 years. i'm not sure WHY it's so relieving but it is!

(under the cut bc it's long, i genuinely havent spoken here in like. years. even stopped talking on my sideblog bc i feel a bit safer on a private twitter for personal posts...)

the way i found out was a little hilarious but i am Not going into all that here that's for my private twitter, long story short someone made a post along the lines of "romance is something you FEEL not something you DO" and i was like. wait what the hell you guys Feel a crush you don't just Make one?? OH THAT'S MAKES WAY MORE FUCKING SENSE- *(&$@#)*&%^* quickly realized i had spent my whole life trying to Make crushes oops. there's more to it but that's the extremely simplified version

i had a big relief when realizing my sexuality and gender too but this one was a lot different for some reason. maybe because i'm older now? i'm not really sure. could have also been because i've been fighting with it for so long. i did the same with gender stuff too but it never felt like this big revelation, it was a lot slower and easier to come to terms with. this one made me reevaluate my entire life and go "ohhhhh that's what i was doing wrong all those years" lmao

i dont think i've ever loved myself so much since realizing this. fuck the loveless aro thing (shoutout to you guys tho, just couldnt be me), i am SO full of love. now i realize what was wrong the whole time! trying to put people above other people and put them in the Special Love category was fucking me up, love doesnt need to fall into special categories with certain terms and conditions, it can just be whatever i want it to be and as strong as it wants to be without it ever leaving the "platonic" stage and i love that. realizing that my friends are the closest people in my life and that doesn't have to change has been so nice. no more "you'll find someone Even More Special" these are just my favorite people! i love them! we dont have to get into a relationship to make it The Specialest Relationship, what we have is enough

i am also having way more fun headcanoning characters tbh, that's a silly point but it's a fun one. i never fully understood the "giving your faves your identity" thing bc i just did whatever i saw fit regardless of whether it was MY identity or not, but making random characters aro is awesome. not all of them, i'm a big fan of fictional relationships (relationships are super fun from a distance i love smacking my guys together like barbie dolls). but taking my old inkling oc and making him aro? that has made me so fucking happy. rip to his boyfriend FKJHG

[telatire]

Will today finally be the day I get to write anything? More at 11.

[ribbittrobbit]

lately i’ve been stewing in a weird feeling when i see all the ads and the media and the shocking uniformity of what a ��normal” person looks like, particularly in terms of weight.

I guess I never thought about it before because i was very much within the “normal” range, to the point that I have said that i count myself lucky, that i didn’t count body image issues among my issues.

Like for context, i’m 167 cm/ 80 kg at the moment and i have gained somewhere around 30kg, possibly more, in the last 2-3 years, in part because of medication and health issues and honestly probably because i’m 25, and I no longer have the insane metabolism i had when i was a teenager doing competitive sports.

This weird feeling is seeing the world as it’s portrayed in media and advertising and how aware i am of (a) i do not look like the “normal” body and (b) all the bodies are shockingly uniform, in no particular order.

It’s ever weirder, knowing that i didn’t used to feel this way, back when i was the “normal” type of thin. It’s also because i’ve been reminded many times that i’m not that far off the mark. I’ve been told “oh if you just stop eating carbs, you will probably lose all the extra weight pretty easily” or some other “easy diet tip” and repeatedly been “consoled” by the fact that I’m lucky that it would be easy to look that way again, that it could be worse or i could be unluckier.

I’m pretty convinced that the scrutiny I have for my own body is what makes me feel awkward and clumsy and it has nothing to do with my actual body. But it’s frustrating to have to continually, actively undo the expectation i have that I need to look a certain way, or that the only positive changes in a body are those that get you closer to looking “normal”.

[mulderscully]

matthew driving it IN that alex is henry's first love makes me feel so insane thank u king

[bittertomato]

Wait, SAKURAI WROTE TUNGUSKA SANCTUARY???

Here I was, thinking it was bad due to being an attempt at shoving what should have been a whole-ass story chapter into a short Raid event, but in hindsight, it being the product of Sakurai's writing does make sense, and in that case, Tunguska Sanctuary's probably the de facto worst thing they've written to date... right?

Please tell me there's nothing worse made by them on the horizon, my heart can't take it.

Haha yeah. Quill had told me Tunguska's disappointing writing was why they never advanced in JP, so I went in prepared. It was shorter than Olympus and Heian Kyo, so I didn't fry my braincells as much as back then. Plus I'm still riding on my Lostbelt 6 high.

My main gripe with Tunguska is that it was a story that was meant to focus on Koyanskaya, but it gave us 8 entire chapters of Taigong wank and not a single appearance from Koyanskaya herself until near the end. It soured me from Taigong's character until I saw an analysis of him and warmed up to him just a little after the event ended. And the end resolution was literally, "What if we turned Talk-no-Jutsu into an actual way to resolve a convoluted situation which didn't need to be convoluted in the first place."

An egg, really?

I don't think there's anything upcoming (i.e., currently on JP) that's what I would consider worse than Tunguska. I actually haven't read any of the fan translations of the chapters myself so I can't speak for myself. But for the main story chapters...

I think Higashide (the guy who wrote Fate/Apocrphya) wrote Traum? Quill just went through it and said it seemed pretty good until the end when it felt like the ball had dropped a ton. They said it still can't compare to how disappointing Tunguska was, which is a good sign I guess lol.

Nasu wrote Lostbelt 7, and as far as I've heard it seems fine (not on the same level of hype as Lostbelt 6, but also pretty good too if not dampened by the slow release after its hype). Ironically, Koyanskaya is in Lostbelt 7 and when Quill finally got to reading it, told me it feels like Nasu and Sakurai did not communicate at all with how Tunguska should be written.

Ordeal Call I also sounded ok. Again, dampened by the slow release (there's a reason why people nicknamed it "Ordeal Stall").

But as disappointing as Tunguska was, the contents of the chapter itself still can't top the utter cringe that is known as the Agartha chapter. That was just bad. Sakurai's writing may be flawed, but she hasn't written anything that's blatantly horrible like Agartha lol.

[itsalmostavengers]

Saw an announcement on Twitter that you're back and literally screamed, your fics were the first stevetony fics I read back in 2018 and you're still my favorite stevetony writer to this day 🫶 anyways welcome back, I'm so excited to read your new stuff!

Ahhh thank you! I’m excited to get it finished tbh, I’ve been writing it for over a year now oop. I’ve got a shorter fic I wanna publish too and that’ll probs come first cuz I needed a break from the behemoth one I’ve got in my google docs, so stay tuned!

Love ya x

[hcguesstheauthormessageboard]

how’s your fic going for the event? You said you haven’t written for it? Have you made progress?

I also remember you saying you’ve sent in asks to the board too about it right?

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[ohnoesitsnidia]

I wonder: if Ventus is able to remember the murder/ his past in general bc of his time in the RoD and bc of lore established in CoM+FP, then...will this be smth that the fandom tries to gaslight themselves into believing didnt happen?lmao. Or will it be accepted if Vanitas the fan favourite reappears?

[morphym37]

Utumno style?!!

ok so this is kinda rough but hear me out what if utumno style was really bombastic and baroque-esque in an archaic way because they have all the riches they can ever get and theres literally no one can rival them in middle earth? and the theatricality? Kind of like the golden age??

it can be over the top can be messy and ugly because the form language may be going everywhere but they arent supposed to be so artistically refined anyway??? (its nice you can always justify any vulgary and ugliness and bad taste here if any of it shows up)

(and then it goes downhill and militarized and becomes more practical in angband style)

(this is actually insp from a chat with AD yesterday who went for an hour long rant on how GoT and Dune didnt do dothraki & fremen designs justice lol their styles shouldve been much more colorful per his opinion) (And I actually sent him Jack Lowden's FA sauron asking what does he think that they made it very Roman.. He said Roman's were the enemies!! (in perspective, haha)) (and they are both an empire that last for a millenium/millenia.. makes sense ya)

side note: the crown looks so crude? what if melkor made it lmao (so sweet). or maybe this is some type of naturalistic aesthetics. Mairon def has skills to finess it more, so its either not made by him or its deliberate (smiling face)

anyway thanks for reading my word vomit

[h109zone]

types of boyfriends—headcanons

synposis. yeah, as the title suggests....... your LI as your boyfriend

pairing. multi x reader

words. 3.1k

warning. there will be nsfw content underneath each li so put that to note. mentions of perversions, masturbation, piv, breeding, exhibitionism, manhandling/roughhousing, etc., zayne's aftercare is lowkey awkward but it is intentional, lowkey not sure if they're equal since its mainly word vomit from me lol.

a/n. this is a repost from my old blog—becomingsylus, so don't be alarmed. i have edited some of the headcanons but most are pretty much the same. Keep in mind taht these are written before the new mainstory/last banner, i have made some adjustments tho.

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Xavier

He's the type of boyfriend who would wrap his arms around your waist whenever you two cook. He would leave kisses on your neck as you stirred. He would attempt to pull away to try and help, only for you to quickly grasp his arm and maintain it there.

“No, no, it’s fine! Your arms are the best help and support I need,” you spoke, masking a panicked tone that he overlooked, as he just smiled and giggled through his breath while returning to his position.

He's the type of boyfriend who would randomly push you into the mattress so he could lie on top of you and sleep.

"You're comfortable... I love sleeping with you" he would mutter as he nuzzles his head on to your neck

He's the type of boyfriend who would encourage you to eat, especially if you haven't been eating, and would even share his food with you if he knew that you haven't eaten

Alternatively, he's the type of boyfriend who would also be the type to finish your food if you can't finish it.

He's the type of boyfriend who listens to you vent and wouldn't give you advice unless you ask him to.

He's the type of boyfriend who would be willing to play any game (board or video games), even if he’s clueless and has never heard of it.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would make up a language only you two would understand.

nsfw

He's the type of boyfriend who lets out breathy moans with a hint of whimpers rather than erupting loud, guttural groans.

“haa~ fuck, you feel so good…”

He's the type of boyfriend who loves to test your flexibility and push your legs up your shoulders, even if you can’t push through it, he’ll find a way to hit the sweet spot. And obvi would stop if you feel uncomfy

He's the type of boyfriend who gets off on you making him jealous/angry. Flirt with any guy or girl, and he will LOSE it, and you both thrive from it.

He's the type of boyfriend who sends you teasing photos when you're away and then pretends like nothing's happened—obviously to rile you up.

xavi baby: *image*

xavi baby: the skies today is beautiful, don’t you think? :)

you: holy fuck xavier DON’T PLAY WITH ME !

He's the type of boyfriend who simply enjoys making his beautiful, gorgeous partner scream. Definitely not to give a certain neighbor that rhymes with parsley a taste of something he can never have, not at all.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys eating you out like you’re a meal. His tongue sends you signals to your body that causes you to shake as he skillfully twirls around your clit, making you whimper.

He's the type of boyfriend who would love to fuck you under the stars. the whole concept of you two lying on the picnic blanket at a secluded park, far from any light pollution, where he slowly inserts himself between your gummy wet walls, sighing in pleasure and intertwining each other underneath the stars, turns him the fuck on.

He's the type of boyfriend who would love to try somnophilia, either giving or receiving. Nothing like a wake-me-up head couldn't fix.

He’s the type of boyfriend who always checks on you after you're done and looks after you. he would kiss any bruises he inflicted on you.

"i didn't hurt you too much, right? was i too rough? did you like it?"

Rafayel

He's the type of boyfriend who bullies you. Obviously not in a way where he’s hurting you, but in an affectionately teasing way, and almost always follows it with loving words. He always catches you off guard, but he never does anything to hurt your feelings. If he says something out of line, he'll instantly apologize.

“god, you talk too much…” he abruptly says, interrupting your speech about a fuck up that happened at work, making you narrow your eyes as he endearingly smiles. He then pulls you into his embrace, “i fucking love it so much, please keep talking…”

He's the type of boyfriend to use you as a muse. You are a source of his art, and he has multiple portraits of you that he either sketched or painted. He never releases them as they are a part of his private collection.

“You are a beauty that mother nature tries to emulate but can never achieve”

He's the type of boyfriend to play-fight with you. Once again, he never does anything to hurt you physically or emotionally, but he loves bantering with you.

He's the type of boyfriend that you can trust with his taste in fashion. He could give you a whole color analysis if you let him.

"No, I think this color suits you well, it brightens up your pretty eyes and accentuates your aura and illuminates it."

He's the type of boyfriend who would keep the artwork that you draw for him, even if it's a badly drawn piece, he'll hang it up somewhere. He's typically critical, but your squiggly lines are worth than any contemporary art that exists.

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He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys public sex. If he could strip you down in front of everyone, he definitely would. He definitely has fantasies on taking you away from his exhibitions and just fuck you while everyone observes his art

“This is the only art piece I can have for myself,” he whispers against your sensitive skin as he fingers you, collecting your honey on his digits.

"Rafayel~ someone might walk in—" you whispered through breathy moans, only to be silenced by Rafayel's lips onto yours, silently telling you about his lack of care. It is his exhibition, not theirs.

He's the type of boyfriend who, similar to the sweet and innocent art pieces, has collections of art pieces where you’re nude in them. Some art pieces are hyper-realistic fantasies of positions he wants to see you in.

Furthermore, he's the type of boyfriend who definitely got off to pictures and drawings of you. he would never show it to you, but there are definitely sketches that have suspicious stains around the paper.

He's the type of boyfriend who LOVES when you ride him. The sight of him underneath you while he gets to see the sight of your breasts bounce at the pace of your desires is equivalent to heaven to him.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys you marking him over him marking you.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would prepare you a romantic bath as aftercare (totally not a lead-up to another round... but that is only if you're down, of course)

Zayne

He's the type of boyfriend who takes extra care of you when you’re sick. He’ll get you ready with a prescription and give you the appointment in a short span of time (he mostly appoints himself as your doctor, of course, but sometimes emergency happens so he can’t always be there. Does it infringe the doctor-patient code? yes, but neither he or his coworkers care). He’ll also cook you home-cooked warm meals for you to indulge in while you’re under the weather.

“i made you some hot porridge for you to warm up. i also set your medication and more water next to you. if you ever needed anything else, just call out for me, okay, honey?”

He's the type of boyfriend who may not showcase it but is hands down obsessed with you. he wouldn’t even notice, but he would mention you subtly to Yvonne and Greyson, only for the two of them to tease him for it.

He's the type of boyfriend who makes up any excuse to get you out of the house and come to his office. He may say he's not clingy but his actions say otherwise

“(y/n), are you coming today for your appointment?” Zayne’s voice echoing from your phone caused you to furrow your brow in confusion.

“Appointment? i never set an appointment…”

“Well, I just made one for you and i want you to pass by my office.”

“But I already did my routine check-up.”

“Well, I think there is missing data, and I need you to fill—“

“Zayne, just say you want to see me…”

“… just come by my office”

He's the type of boyfriend who’s way to his heart is to give him sweets. he could scold you about being careless about your health, but sneak in a chocolate bar, and there he turns into a snicker’s slogan “you’re not you when you’re hungry” and completely takes back everything he says

He's the type of boyfriend who lets you pick his outfits at outings. He obviously doesn’t always rely on you like a child would, but he loves to hear your input when it comes to appearance since he can get a bit careless about his image due to his hectic job.

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He's the type of boyfriend who begins to mumble whenever he reaches his peak, becoming an incoherent, blabbering mess. He conceals his breathy whimpers that overtime gets more evident and you find this side of your boyfriend super endearing.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys any position where he’s seated. he enjoys the sight of you rutting and bouncing against him. Couch, rocking chair, office chair, you name it, he’s sat and ready for you to have him for a ride.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys marking you over him.

He's the type of boyfriend whose glasses fog up whenever you two simply get into a heated make-out. Whenever he tries to remove it, you always push his hand away to keep it.

“Let me remove—“ he mutters in frustration while he attempts to remove his glasses, only for you to pin his hand back.

“NO! keep it on... please...”

He’s the type of boyfriend who would fuck you in his office whenever he’s pent up.

His hands grip your hips as he thrusts himself in and out of your sopping hole. You were certain that you’d stained his wooden desk, but at this moment, neither of you cared about the soiled furniture or coat that Zayne still had on; he finally let himself go.

“I’m gonna come inside you… Is that okay?”

he’s the type of boyfriend who gives you extensive aftercare—by extensive, it mainly compiles of both affectionate care and medical care.

"Is there anything you need? Here are your water and I'll have the bath ready, yeah?" he caresses and pecks your cheeks before he goes to the bathroom. And as the water's running, his head pops up as he utters,

"don't forget to pee also... utis aren't fun."

Sylus

He's the type of boyfriend who loves to compare hand sizes with you. He’s obsessed with how your hands shrink whenever he’s holding your hand. He has an undiagnosed cute aggression, so sometimes he'd pull your hand and start biting it.

He’s the type of boyfriend who believes in the whole “my money is your money and your money is your money” concept. He’s rich and doesn’t have many people he can spend on, so he might as well spoil his kitten every single time she asks for something.

He’s the type of boyfriend who’s a closeted hopeless romantic when it comes to you. he never showcases it to anyone, but he always envisions a whole future with you in it, including family.

He’s the type of boyfriend who’s never afraid of showing you off. If it weren't for your job, he would've said, "To hell with privacy." He wants the whole world to know who his partner is and isn't shy.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would match outfits with you. He'll be willing to wear any color just for you, even the colors he isn't sure.

"Are you sure you want me to wear this?" Sylus looks down with a blank face as he looks at his attire. His usual reds and blacks were not in sight, and instead, a pearlescent with glimmering body chain outfit adorned his body, clearly putting him out of his comfort zone yet accentuating his body in an angelic, almost elysian way.

You giggled as you excitedly hopped, "Sylus, you look so good, you should wear bright colors more often!"

That comment raised his brows in intrigue, whilst his ears began to turn a deeper red.

"... I'll think about it."

He’s the type of boyfriend who would kill anyone just for you. He said it once, his love knows no bounds, and he's willing to eradicate a whole planet to prove his everlasting and intense adoration towards you.

He's the type of boyfriend who would hold you after a jumpscare from a horror movie. His signature lip curl appears as soon as he sees you nuzzling onto his well-built chest, eyes filled with endearment.

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He’s the type of boyfriend who loves it when you test his dominance and attempt to put him into submission. He always plays along with you, but you know who always gives the order.

"Remember, kitten... I also bite back."

He’s the type of boyfriend who loves giving you marks on your body. He also allows you to mark him and is shameless about it. Luke and Kieran would pretend like they didn't see the hickey that sat on the side of his neck.

He’s the type of boyfriend who has a serious size kink. No matter what body type, he's almost always bigger than you, and he's obsessed with that.

"Look at you... so tiny underneath me, fuck, I don't how I would use you without breaking you." He chuckled as he breathed in your bare skin, taking in your sinful scent.

He’s the type of boyfriend who, despite his rugged and intimidating appearance, is actually a gentle lover and always goes with a certain pace that YOU desire.

He’s the type of boyfriend who gets off to your lingerie photos that you would teasingly send while he is away.

you: *image*

you: have fun at the meeting <33

sy <3: my my kitten...

sy <3: i see you're getting bolder by the day

sy <3: you'll pay when i get back.

He's the type of boyfriend who broke the bed once, and he reassured you that he can buy a whole new house, a bed is practically nothing.

He’s the type of boyfriend who will carry you to the bathroom to freshen up and walks like he hasn't just fucked you sideways, forward and backwards.

He’s the type of boyfriend who's the type to treats you like a princess inside and outside the bedroom.

Caleb

He’s the type of boyfriend to carry you and sit you by the counter as he cooks. You would teasingly call it a dinner and a show, and his ego and boner shoot through the roof.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would, with not only through gifts, but also send you memes and funny videos and tell you, "I thought of you <3"

He’s the type of boyfriend who would tell you out-of-pocket comments just to make you laugh. He does it purposefully most of the time, but others are simply shower thoughts.

He looks at a hotel from the ground view and you try to follow his line of gaze.

"Babe, what are you looking at?" you ask, trying to find what he's looking at.

"Do you think that there are couples who are raw dogging right now in this building?"

"CALEB WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC—"

Like Xavier, he’s also the type of boyfriend who would make up a language only you two would understand. He two would also have a secret handshake with you

He’s the type of boyfriend who would watch trashy TV shows with you. He doesn't get the appeal at first, but later starts to get hooked on it, and you two would start to debrief after the episode ends.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would use you as weights at the gym. he would tell you to lie on his back as he does push-ups.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would scold you if he knew you skipped meals. he doesn't care what's the excuse, unless you were having surgery or fasting for health or spiritual reasons, he'll tell you off for skipping.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would make himself lose a game just to make you win and feel good. he’s addicted to making you smile and he’ll be damned if he ever made that smile disappear

He's the type of boyfriend who would play around with your ripped jeans and insert his fingers in the holes (totally not making fingering motions)

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He’s the type of boyfriend to manhandle you. He gotta put his strength to use on you, and sometimes his evol does the job even better.

He’s the type of boyfriend to be very handsy when he's horny. he grips your hips and ass whenever he wants you bad and he isn't shy about it.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would put his colonel cap on you as you ride him out. He looks from below as you rut against him, his hands cupping and groping your breasts.

"How cute," he breathed out through his moans while his cap fell down your eyes. he pushed far up to see your eyes that were rolled back.

"Much better..."

He's the type of boyfriend who loves it when you get touchy whenever he's in a uniform. He knows you're obsessed with him in his uniform, so he might as well indulge.

He's the type of boyfriend to be mercilessly fast with his fingers. Those nimble fingers are not only talented with guns, but also at making you writhe in peak pleasure as your juices flow out in waterfall forms.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys hair pulling, both giving and receiving ends. The receiving end was an accident after an intense make-out session, in which you accidentally tugged his hair back, resulting in the most beautiful whimper your ears have heard.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys overstimulating you to the point you start babbling gibberish. he loves the sight of your mind breaking and your body trembling underneath him

"huh? what? you want more? who am i to deprive that from my sweet girl, huh?" he utters with a smirk as he proceeds on thrusting you in and out in a vigorous pace.

He's the type of boyfriend who kisses you gently and praises you afterwards before he massages your body lightly to ease any soreness.

"you did so good, baby... you're amazing" he coos as he leaves chaste kisses around your skin as he rubs your sore leg.

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