#thank you so much for everyone that voted

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body language | kang dae-ho

・❥・ summary: the ex marine caught your attention from the moment you met him ・❥・word count: 1k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. p in v. unprotected sex. female reader. swearing. ・❥・ authors note: precious little dae-ho needs some love so here we are. this isn't my best work but we all know im still newish to smut 😭

Dae-ho had been the first person you had met when you entered the games. He had an energy about him that was infectious, he seemed like someone you could depend on so from the second he had opened his cute little mouth, you had decided to stay with him. A strong, loyal man was exactly what you needed to survive these games. It helped that he was incredibly charming and nice to look at. So, it was really no surprise that you found yourself pressed up against the cool of the wall behind the bunks with his lips pressed against yours moving with a ferocity of two people whose lives were on the line.

After the second game emotions had been high. The team had barely survived with only seconds to spare. Hearts had been pounding and in the heat of the moment, you had thrown your arms around Dae-ho in the biggest hug imaginable. His big, strong arms had instantly wrapped around yours whispering into your ear how glad he was that the both of you had made it, how thankful he was that he had met you. The sexual tension between the two of you after that moment could be cut with a knife. The longing glances through dinner, the brushing of hands during the vote – it had all led to his body pressing against yours in the dead of night.

At first, you’d approached him wanting to talk but finally, with no other eyes on you, the tension had hit breaking point. His body had you against the wall before you could even blink, his hands on either side of your head as his lips devoured yours. Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him impossibly close. It was like you needed him to breath. The only thing you cared about was this former Marine having his hands all over you.

“What if someone catches us?” He whispered against your lips. Ever the cautious one.

“They won’t. Everyone’s too busy worrying about the next game and I’m sure we’re not the only ones having a little moment to ourselves,” your voice was a seductive whisper as your hand slid down between his legs. The outline of his cock prominent against the restraints of his sweatpants. You palmed him through his clothes, gently rubbing against his hardening length. He bit his lower lip, holding back the groan threatening to escape. His hand moved to grab yours, guiding you into his sweatpants. He wanted more. He needed more. 

Sliding his hand into his underwear, you grasped his cock giving it a soft squeeze. The small whimper coming from Dae-ho was like music to your ears as you slowly began stroking up and down his thick length. You hadn’t even laid eyes on it yet but you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. He was thick, the thought alone of him stretching you out was enough to make your thighs clench. Your hand continued to move along him, picking up speed. Dae-ho was biting his lip so much you were sure he was about to draw blood. 

Suddenly, his fingers wrapped around your wrist putting your movements to a halt. His breath came heavy as you spoke. “If you don’t stop, I’ll finish before we even get to the good part.”

There wasn't even a chance to reply as he spun you around, your hands pressed against the wall, his cock brushing against your ass. His calloused fingers dove into the front of your sweatpants feeling how wet you already were. Just to be sure you were ready, he dove into your panties, his fingers easily sliding through your folds; your slickness coating his digits.  In a flash he pulled your sweatpants and panties down in one fell swoop, freeing his own cock. He grinded against you, the feeling of his hardness sliding against you making you gasp.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, cock in his hand as he positioned himself.

“Yes, please just fuck me, Dae-ho,” you whimpered, pushing back against him feeling the head of his cock press into you. With his hands on your hips, he slowly pushed himself inside you until his pelvis was fully pressed against your ass – his cock deep inside your pussy.

His thrusts were slow, the drag of his length making you moan quietly. Who cares if there were people around? Who cares if someone caught you? In that moment, all you cared about was getting fucked enough to forget about the horrors going on around you. His fingers gripped your hips softly, his hips pulling almost all the way out then slamming back into you. Your head fell as he continued, your body jerking forward with every thrust. 

He leaned over, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You like that? Like the way that feels, huh?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Your pleading moans only spurred him on, giving him the courage and consent he needed to kick things up a notch. His calloused fingers slid up under your shirt, squeezing your breasts as he picked up his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard but, luckily, the players' snores covered it up. The grunts coming from him signalled his impending release. That all too familiar feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach. “I’m gonna…. fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He slammed into you one, two, three more times before his release flooded your insides, filling you up. The feeling of him grinding against you, pushing his seed into you trigged your own release. Your walls clamped down around him as you moaned his name, biting into your own forearm to muffle the sound. Your body shook, breath coming out in short bursts. Dae-ho pulled out of you, making sure to clean you up with some tissue he’d taken from the bathrooms earlier. He threw it under the bed, helping you pull your own clothes back on.

Spinning you around, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb lightly stroking over your cheek. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?”

“No,” you shook your head with a smile. “You were perfect. I like you, Dae-Ho so… stay alive, please. I want to be able to do this again properly.”

He pressed a light kiss to your nose, a silly little smirk on his face. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

[last-dropsevi]

Sparks flying

Mechanic Sevika x female reader part2

Synopsis: Stranded with a broken car in Zaun, you find yourself at Sevika’s garage, where her confident, magnetic presence instantly draws you in. Over time, your visits become less about car repairs and more about the growing tension between you.

Part 1 of this

Mechanic Sevika NSFW Headcanon

Real bad sexual tension, ass grabbing, drinking, flirting, female reader, brink of getting freaky

The bar was dimly lit, with just enough neon glow from the signs to make everything feel slightly surreal. The smell of spilled beer and old wood mingled with the faint trace of cigarette smoke, and the low hum of chatter filled the space. Sevika held the door open, her imposing presence drawing a few curious glances from the regulars.

“Not what I pictured,” you teased as you stepped inside, glancing around.

“Not everything about me’s predictable,” she shot back with a smirk, guiding you toward a corner booth.

The bartender came over quickly, his eyes flicking between you and Sevika before taking your orders. You opted for something light—truth be told, you weren’t much of a drinker—but Sevika went straight for whiskey, neat.

“You drink that straight?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Why ruin good whiskey?” she replied, lifting the glass when it arrived and tossing back a sip like it was water.

You stared at her for a moment before taking a sip of your own drink. The sweetness barely masked the bite of the alcohol, and you couldn’t help but wince.

“You good there, sweetheart?” she asked, her smirk growing.

“Fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’m just… savoring it.”

“Sure you are.”

By the second drink, the warmth of the alcohol had started to loosen you up. You were giggling more than usual, and Sevika had relaxed as well, leaning back in her seat with an easy confidence.

“Okay, but seriously,” you said, swirling the last of your drink in your glass. “What’s the deal with your arm? Did you, like, design it yourself?”

She raised a brow, clearly amused by the question. “Not entirely. I had some help. But I made a lot of the upgrades myself.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand as you studied her. “It’s impressive. Like… really impressive.”

Her smirk softened into something more genuine. “Thanks.”

“And your hands,” you continued, your voice a touch louder than you’d intended. “I mean, have you seen them?”

Her brows shot up. “I’m… pretty familiar with them, yeah.”

“No, but like…” You gestured vaguely toward her, your inhibitions slipping further. “They’re big. And strong. And you can probably crush someone’s skull if you wanted to.”

Sevika chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made your stomach flutter. “Not something I’ve tested, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I mean it,” you said, your words tumbling out in a rush. “You’ve got these hands, and then there’s your arms—don’t even get me started on those.”

“Oh, I’d love to hear this,” she said, leaning forward, her smirk widening.

“They’re just…” You gestured again, struggling to find the right words. “So damn sexy. Like, who gave you the right?”

The laugh that burst out of her was loud enough to draw a few curious looks from nearby patrons. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched you flounder.

“And it’s not just that,” you continued, oblivious to her growing amusement. “You’re so… confident and cool and—ugh, it’s infuriating. You walk into a room, and everyone just looks at you, and you don’t even care. Like, how do you do that?”

Sevika leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’re giving me way too much credit, sweetheart.”

“No, I’m not,” you insisted, poking her chest for emphasis. “You’re, like, the whole package. Arms, hands, the smirk, the—”

“You’re drunk,” she said, though the fondness in her tone was unmistakable.

“Tipsy,” you corrected, narrowing your eyes at her. “And don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Her smirk softened into something warmer, her gaze lingering on you. “I like you just fine, drunk or not.”

The tension between you had shifted, the air around you crackling with something heavier, more charged. When Sevika offered to walk you home, you didn’t argue, the cool air outside doing little to temper the heat in your cheeks.

As you stumbled slightly on the uneven cobblestones, Sevika caught your arm, steadying you with ease. “You good?”

“Yep,” you said, though your balance said otherwise.

Her hand lingered on your waist, her grip firm but gentle. “You’re a lightweight,” she teased.

“Not my fault you ordered the strong stuff,” you shot back, leaning into her slightly. “And anyway, I’m still functional. Mostly.”

Her laugh was low and smooth, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sound.

When you reached your apartment building, you turned to face her, your heart pounding as you looked up into her eyes. The streetlamp cast a soft glow over her features, highlighting the sharp lines of her jaw and the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips.

“You’re staring,” she said, her voice low and teasing.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, emboldened by the alcohol still buzzing in your system. “You’re… very stare-able.”

“That’s not a word.”

“It is now.”

She shook her head, her smirk growing as she stepped closer. Her hand slid to your waist, her touch warm and steady. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not even close.”

Her words sent a thrill through you, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned up on your toes, your hands resting on her chest for balance. “Sevika,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Can I—”

Before you could finish, her lips brushed yours, tentative at first but quickly growing more confident as you melted into her. Her hand tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, and you couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped you when her other hand found your hip.

When the kiss broke, you were breathless, your heart racing as her gaze locked onto yours.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice rougher now, her smirk softer.

Instead of answering, you reached for her again, pulling her closer until her hands slid lower, her grip firm as her fingers pressed against the curve of your ass. The heat of her touch sent a shiver through you, and you couldn’t help but grin against her lips.

“Bold move,” you teased, your voice breathless.

“Bold dress,” she countered, her smirk returning full force.

You laughed, the sound light and unrestrained as you rested your forehead against hers. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re trouble,” she replied, her tone low and full of promise.

As the night stretched on, the tension between you lingered, unspoken but understood, leaving you both wondering just how far this would go.

Mechanic Sevika NSFW Headcanon

Sorry I kinda took long to write this 1 was tryna see where to take it but here we go. Wanted to make the nsfw part separate just in case yk u not into that typa stuff

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[cursedxwt]

Here are the results of my heathsang ship poll!! 🪶⛈️

Thank you so much everyone for all your submissions and notes! ❤️

This was not a competition over ships, I'm just curious about your thoughts and opinions on heathsang.

Also fun fact that I noticed after finishing this graph: the 7/7 ship ended in 7th place with 7 votes!

(Note: The form has been updated with the latest IDs and EGO if anyone wants to add more)

[monstersholygrail]

I’m obsessed with your free use city fics😍😍

AHHAJDJSJDB Wow, thank you so much!!!

I seriously freaking love that everyone enjoyed them so much. It’s cool because it was an event you could be a part of and enjoy in the moment. But then after it’s after you still get to read the results of it and see what people voted for at the time and you also kinda know what to expect going into the next part

I will never tire raving about how much fun it was and how much I loved doing it

Plus, everything that came from it! Literally a whole universe, a whole city worth of characters, lore, and endless possibilities. There’s sooooo much to write about in this universe, a ton of stuff to explore, and very delicious details to think about. I can’t wait to expand on it even more and create more free use city fics

If anyone has any questions or ideas, please send em into my inbox! It’ll be great to see what more could be added :)

[devilsminion-armandaniel]

The results are in!

[chiscribbs]

Grown Apart AU - Musical Style ✨

What is This Feeling from Wicked pretty perfectly encapsulates GA Donnie and Leo's first impressions of each other, so the musical nerd within me couldn't resist doing this (lol).

Context within the plot: After saving Mikey's life (by total coincidence), Donnie manages to infiltrate the Hamato residence as a spy, planning to capture the oozesquitos and hand them over to Big Mama, thus gaining her favor. Leo, however, sees through his act easily and has been keeping an eye on him since he arrived. Due to circumstances outside of their control - i.e. Splinter's decision - the two of them are forced to share a room with each other, which neither party is particularly thrilled about.

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I just found out that, apparently, Grown Apart has made into the @tmntaucompetition preliminaries!!!! ASDFGHJKJH;!! Thank you to anyone who sent in a nomination! I guess we can officially call this "propaganda" now, so look forward to seeing much more in the very near future!

[erdaily]

ER 30th Anniversary Celebration Favorite Character ► Abby Lockhart (1ˢᵗ Place → 26.9%) I'm technically proficient, despite certain attitude issues.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Results from the ‘Who is the tallest MDZS Character poll! Thank you all for voting!

[astral-herald]

Viktor and Sevika: The Cause and the Effector

Or another installment in "What Could Have Been, if Only Riot had Kept Arcane Between Piltover and Zaun."

Before season 2 did Sevika so dirty, she was, with some certainty, my second favorite character in Arcane, and I'll always be upset about how they squandered her character in the end. And there was just so much more they could have done - including merge her politics with Viktor's (wasted) time back inside Zaun. Just imagine a conversation between them!

So let's rewind to season 1 and consider both Viktor and Sevika's goals, which are a lot less disparate than they seem...

Sevika's Cause

One of my very favorite lines in Arcane is from Silco in 1x03, to Vander: "You'll die for a cause, but you won't fight for one?"

This is a profound question throughout season 1. Vander, in the pursuit of somewhat naive pacifism, shies away from any and all conflict between Zaun and the Enforcers. At first, he seems reluctant on account of his kids (as that one background character points out: "You're just protecting your kids!") but Silco and Vander's confrontation in the Shimmer plant makes the point stronger.

At the start of season 1, we understand that Zaun is an ideal for Silco, a symbol of beating back classist oppression that has left the undercity's denizens in financial ruin, turned them against each other, and wrecked their physical health (!!!). When Vander abandons this idyllic dream, on account of the fact that achieving it requires violence, he is acquiescing to a less-than existence for Zaun, which Silco cannot abide.

Sevika comes into play when she abandons Vander after he fails to stick up for them against the Enforcers in 1x02:

"No. You look weak."

She, too, sees the ideal of Zaun crumbling within Vander, so she allies herself with Silco to make sure that dream happens. She doesn't mind his methods because she doesn't follow the individual. She follows the cause. THIS is Sevika's most profound trait - she cares not for the figurehead, but for what that figurehead represents.

This is especially interesting when we consider the emotional toil that other figureheads endure (and inflict) Arcane - Jayce crumbles under "The Man of Progress" moniker; Caitlyn struggles to uphold her legacy in a way even remotely similar to her mother; Jinx as revolutionary in season 2 is a bust. But Sevika will always be there, championing the cause, holding the line, while never taking the mantle of Revolutionary Figure because it's just not in her nature. She holds on to her loyalty for Silco, despite his operation falling apart (largely in part due to Jinx), as a last-ditch hope that things are still possible for Zaun's liberation.

And yet, still, when it seems that Jinx is branded as the symbol of Zaun against all odds, Sevika swallows her pride, holds down the fort, and fights alongside Jinx - the cause must always go on.

Viktor's Dream

Viktor's cause isn't superficially outwardly political, nor is he bound by the same revolutionary codes Sevika is. But, as an outsider in Piltover, despite Jayce's best efforts and intentions, his desire for an end to Zaunite suffering through official Piltover channels is inherently at odds with the Council's political goals, therefore making it political.

Viktor leaps on Jayce's "Hextech Theory," risking the success and accolades he's so painstakingly earned, because he sees his own cause alive within it: making the world a better place. He can alleviate the needless suffering through Jayce's revolutionary invention; he can make his ideal/dream a reality. Much like Sevika, he's found the individual who champions his cause and aligns himself accordingly.

(Of course, UNLIKE Sevika's relationships to Silco and Vander and the rest, Jayce becomes an inextricable part of Viktor's personal life, happiness, etc. They are markedly different in that way, but I still don't see Viktor as the kind to exalt the individual over the cause itself. It just so happens that Jayce and Viktor are star-crossed science partners in every universe <3)

Arcane makes a pretty distinct attack on the idea of Hextech being a product of an individual (seeing as though so much of Viktor's arc across both seasons is about him being ostracized, kept away from his legacy) via the infamous Progress Day mug eclipse:

All this is to say that Viktor's cause is to help Zaun, just as Sevika's is. Importantly, neither character follows an individual that represents their cause. They follow their goals to the end, even if it costs Viktor his closest friend, and even if it costs Sevika all that she holds dear in Zaun as she knows it.

3 more interesting comparisons stand:

Their polar opposite methods. Viktor would never tolerate Sevika's immediate resort to violence, and Sevika would think Viktor weak-willed.

Competing notions of sacrifice. Sevika endures sacrifice as a public figure; people rely on her outwardly for organization, support, muscle, etc. Meanwhile, Viktor's sacrifice takes place behind the scenes. This contrast can be attributed to their respective positions of power: Sevika is high up in Zaun, while Viktor struggles for recognition throughout season 1.

Being overshadowed. While Viktor's experience in this regard is more obvious, seeing Sevika be continuously sidelined to the number 2 when she's clearly THE most dedicated to Zaun's liberation was so heartbreaking.

Sevika shadowed by Vander's image...

...and Viktor stifled by Jayce.

What Could Have Been

I have so, so many ideas, down to specific scenes and lines of dialogue, for how to bring Sevika and Viktor together. Don't get me wrong - they would likely detest each other. Like I said, Viktor would be disgusted by how quickly she resorts to violence and she would think him weak-willed. But in the perfect season 2 world, wherein the story stayed between Piltover and Zaun, and Viktor could have returned to Zaun as a potential ally to Sevika's movement (since their causes are, at their base value, the same!), they could have made it work.

Sevika would see the cause in Viktor, and he in her. Viktor as the Herald (the Machine Herald, ideally) could rally the Undercity under his mythos. The mysterious healer, whether by the arcane, engineering, what have you, takes away the suffering Piltover's negligence and police brutality cause. He gives Zaunites hope. He fulfills his dream.

And, since nothing can be apolitical in the Piltover/Zaun conflict, Viktor would see Sevika's value and her passion. She is the executor of the cause, the figure who spreads it to the masses. He can affect change and she can give it a voice. She fulfills her dream. She can raise her people from their oppression.

Neither would exalt themselves as a savior, a leader, a fanatic, etc. They would stand apart from Silco, who became obsessive, and Piltover, whose leaders were so divorced from reality that they couldn't smell burgeoning armed conflict while it stewed right beneath their noses.

We obviously got something radically different for the both of them, however, so this is all just fun, whimsical conjecture.

I really think this was a squandered unlikely duo. it would have showed Viktor the reality of Piltover/Noxus' militarization and would have forced Sevika to let her walls down and allow other perspectives into the conversation. Neither would ever fully empathize with the other, but it would have been a riveting narrative challenge that I wish we could have seen play out.

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in Tokyo ahead of the 2016 Japanese GP | x

[desultory-novice]

"What? Her?" (Also, why would you phrase it like that? Weird...)

"It's a complicated story but, she's..." "She's like a..."

"Like my..."

"...My Emotional Support Waddle Dee..." 

(First one to laugh dies, got that?!)

Noir's Field Trip Masterpost]

[ruvviks]

The Dobrynin family is a corpo family through and through, rooted in Arasaka and Orbital Air going back by several generations; though their powerful position within the corporate world ends with the children of Nadya and Matvey Dobrynin. With Vitali and Daniil fired from Arasaka and Kang Tao respectively— the former indirectly getting his parents fired, too— and Roksana having refused to set foot within a megacorporation from the start, the family begins crumbling apart at the very seams when clashing interests lead to grudges, betrayal, and pointless acts of revenge. ↳ read the unrevised fic here if you're interested!

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[emilys-mich]

Something about Emily being called rude and harsh for the way she handled Eldon basically harassing her, before being guilt tripped for hurting his feelings and then pressured into going on a date with him.

Something about Emily trying to gain Amanda’s trust by pretending to turn against the team, having to to portray herself as incredibly cruel and selfish, and struggling to cope with how easily everyone believed it.

Something about Emily saying goodbye to Michelle, tears streaming down her face, admitting to thinking she’s not kind or compassionate enough on her own, and scared that she won’t be able to be a mentor and a role model without Michelle to guide her.

Something about being a good person at your core, but nobody ever acknowledges it so you don’t even know that you are.

Something about this character who, despite the countless number of times she’s felt it break, genuinely believes she might not have a heart.

[poppybros-jr]

This is probably the last time I get to do this, huh?

SURPRISE PROPAGANDA ATTACK!

My target today is Starstruck Dee! She’s a perfectly normal Waddle Dee! I’m a perfectly normal noddy, so of course I’m going to support her!

- I love her giant bow! It looks so good on her! Head accessories are the best accessories when you’re small and round like us.

- Speaking of which, she’s small, just like me! Smaller than me, even! Us short people have to stick together. We’re not too short, the world is too tall!

- She’s so sparkly! Her skin is all glittery and she has those cool star things on her cheeks! Sparkles are the best, in my opinion. That’s why one of the first things I learned to do with my magic was make sparkles! Like this!

- She’s friends with Noir! I’ve seen her riding around in his scarf. Of course I’m going to support someone who’s friends with one of my friends!

Vote for Starstruck!

Starstruck Dee belongs to @starflungwaddledee

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[thr4shit]

Help a canon divergent guy ditch his source name?

Because the whole of the fandom, and all kins, fictives etc hate me and want me dead because of canon material (rightfully so if regarding the canon material, not what I formed on) and despite being divergent I don't feel safe or I guess comfortable bearing my birth name. And wish to change it to distance myself from the canon material.

I might not choose any of these. but they're a few ideas... Just sorta looking for a bit of guidance here. Since yeah, I don't HATE my normal name... but it makes me uncomfortable knowing what it is or will be associated with if I use it.

[seaweedstarshine]

*Poll inspired by typical ambiguity in the new audio story Victory of the Doctor, which on an unrelated note is amazing!

Evidence for each argument beneath the cut!

Open marriage

The Doctor's wedding to Marilyn Monroe occurs in A Christmas Carol, when he storms off to a chapel with lipstick marks on his face. “I’ll just go and get married then, shall I? See how you like that. Marilyn? Get your coat!”

While he wasn't yet with River then, he maintains this relationship afterwards, apparently with River involved. In the mini-episode Good Night, the Doctor enters the TARDIS with a euphonium, calling over his shoulder, “River! I’ll see you later! Tell Marilyn she’s too late, she’ll have to use the biplane. Take care!”

Another piece of evidence comes from The Wedding of River Song, when they're passive-aggressively flirting.

“Hallucinogenic lipstick. Works wonders on President Kennedy. And Cleopatra was a real pushover.” “I always thought so.” “She mentioned you.” “What did she say?” “Put down that gun.” “Did you?” “Eventually.” “Oh, they're flirting. Do I have to watch this?” (from Kovarian)

I've never understood the innuendo (please tell me what I'm missing), but Kovarian does, and as we know from The Husbands of River Song, the Doctor and River are both married to Cleopatra, so… it's definitely something.

There's also that diary page in The Eternity Clock game that suggests the Doctor, River, and Jim the Fish got blackout drunk at karaoke night and started “some sort of religion of love” which went on to last for centuries.

Serial cheaters

“How can you be engaged, in a manner of speaking?” The Doctor is jealous in Flesh and Stone before he's even kissed her, which doesn't set him up as a person who'd be interested in an open marriage.

“No, wait. That's your husband? That's who you're married to? Not anybody else?” In The Husbands of River Song, the Doctor is clearly not expecting the other husbands. Culminating in the same episode…

“So, King Hydroflax?” “Oh, how many times? I married the diamond!” “So you say.” “Elizabeth the First!” “Ramone!” “Marilyn Monroe!” “Stephen Fry!” “Cleopatra!” “Same thing!”

It appears he is well aware of her other spouses (and that she's aware of his); so perhaps his surprise was more that didn't expect her to be so flagrant about them. It makes him insecure (“I posed as his nurse. Took me a week.” “To fall in love?” “It's the easiest lie you can tell a man. They'll automatically believe any story they're the hero of.”) enough to start an argument about it.

River also expresses her jealousy as an obvious fact, as seen in The Day of the Doctor Novelization (written by Moffat who (along with Alex!!) knows the character best):

“Ow!” “Madame de Pompadour?” “Jealous?” “Of course I’m jealous. Keep your hands off her.”

In The Name of the Doctor, we learn that the Doctor, who has had a number of... sexually-charged moments with Clara (including, but not limited to, Victorian Clara), has avoided telling her that River is his wife. Vastra is uncomfortable with having to introduce them, having “gone a darker shade of green.”

“The Doctor might have mentioned me?” “Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, of course he has. Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.” (from Clara)

Actually both

This could mean many things (i.e. open marriage with boundaries which are violated), but potentially, all the same evidence from prior arguments! With a shade of “Our lives are back to front.”

In the mini-episodes First Night/Last Night, when River, having burst into the TARDIS and pretended to faint, mistakes her past self for another woman the Doctor's hiding from her, she openly expresses jealousy.

“Doctor. Have you brought someone else here? Does anyone agree to wear that dress? Where is she!” “River, think it through!” “This happened the last time we were here. You brought someone else!” “No I didn’t!” “Yes you did, I heard you talking to her!”

However, when a third and significantly older version of River makes the same mistake, she no longer expresses jealousy, but rather curiosity, which could at least signal a shift in how she sees their marriage.

Maybe there was a conversation that happened. Maybe it slipped the Doctor's mind when he forgot Clara.

Actually neither

This could also mean multiple things, but one of those things is this. The Doctor is a widower from the start. Likewise, River is well aware of Doctor's death on Trenzalore, “of course River would know, she's always known,” having been raised to prevent those events, and having refused to be bound by that destiny.

How can fidelity be defined the same way for time travelers? Everyone's spouses are dead somewhen. River understands the paradox of her husband's existence better than anyone. To quote The Day of the Doctor Novelization yet again…

‘Because you live in a time machine. All of history is still happening outside those doors. On a good night that means everyone you ever met is still alive and you can’t wait to see them again. On a bad night, it means everyone’s dead, and you want to charge around the universe, pretending you can do something about that.’ She looked up at me. ‘I know which version of you I prefer.’ 

And there she was, so alive again. I remembered her, twisted, burnt and dead, in the depths of The Library. ‘What if there are people who died because of me?’ I asked. ‘What if there are people I should have saved?’

‘People die. All people, everywhere. We grieve and we move on. That is how we respect the dead. That is how we forgive ourselves in their presence and their absence.’

Please feel free to add anything I missed!