#i’m being cautiously optimistic though

[sorrydetka]

if reintegrated mark chooses helly over gemma, i need you guys to understand that i am going to become the most annoying fucking person on this planet

[em1i2a3]

can you do bob x reader where he sees us interacting with a child and it makes him want to be a father so bad?

It’s You I’m Thinking Of

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/ The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolt!Fem!Reader

Summary: Valentina organizes a PR event for the Thunderbolts and during the event Bob realizes that he may want more out of life than just saving the world.

Warnings: Semi-Spoilers for Thunderbolts because of Bob’s involvement and because some events are mentioned in passing. Fluff, a hint of Angst and an Established Relationship is at the forefront here.

Author's Note: Surprise, it’s double update day…Because I had this in my drafts and forgot to post it…YIKES. I found this to be so fluffy and cute to write! Thank you so much for the request! I loved writing this a lot!

Word Count: 3,805

Valentina had called it a “Visibility Effort,” which–as far as Bob was concerned–was just a polished way of saying: “I need people to stop thinking you guys are monsters, so go smile for the cameras and pretend you guys didn’t almost destroy New York City a year ago.”

The Thunderbolts had only just begun to scrape their way back into the public’s good graces after the Void. If grace could even be applied to a team that, not long ago, had been seen as volatile assets in containment rather than heroes in recovery. But Valentina didn’t care about semantics–she cared about optics. And what better way to scrub down their image than to host a carefully staged, feel-good community day in a public park–complete with banners, press kits, and security briefings disguised as media rundowns.

The day before, you and the rest of the team had been sweating under the sun, assembling the layout from the ground up. Tent poles groaned in the wind, tarps snapped against knuckles, and the oversized bouncy castle–more akin to a pop-up cathedral–took three hours to stabilize. It loomed over the field like a surreal monument to liability.

By sundown, the park had been transformed.

Face-painting booths stretched along the paved path like an art market in miniature, each tent hung with paper lanterns and garlands of plastic ivy. A ring toss area had been set up beside a small prize table, its wares still barcoded and smelling faintly of plastic and lemon cleaner. Further down, a row of food trucks idled along the lot’s edge, the air thick with fried batter and roasted peanuts, preparing for the next day. A banner, bold and hopeful, rippled above the main walkway: THUNDERBOLTS COMMUNITY GIVEBACK DAY!

The park was bustling before noon the next day.

Children darted between booths with faces half-painted and shoes untied. Parents loitered on benches, plastic cups of lemonade in hand, cautiously optimistic about letting their kids near a group of enhanced individuals who, six months ago, were being referred to as national liabilities. Still, smiles came easier than expected. The air smelled like kettle corn, sun-warmed vinyl, and freshly cut grass.

Valentina had positioned her pawns with precision, each member of the team slotted into a role meant to soften their image–familiar, friendly, safe.

Yelena was stationed at the face-painting table. She didn’t argue when she was assigned to it, though she rolled her eyes hard enough that everyone could basically hear it. Now, seated with a paintbrush balanced between her fingers, she looked…Focused. Delicate even. She painted dragons, daisies, and one incredibly accurate depiction of Bucky’s old Winter Soldier face paint layout. She didn’t say much unless spoken to, but the kids flocked to her. Her bluntness came off as hilarious to them. Her gentleness? Earned in silence.

Walker manned the obstacle course–one of the only areas Valentina trusted him not to overcomplicate. With his sleeves rolled up and clipboard tucked under his arm, he barked out encouragements that sounded suspiciously like bootcamp commands. But he was patient. He let kids redo the course as many times as they wanted. And when one boy tripped near the finish line, Walker helped him up without hesitation and whispered something that made the kid’s chest puff with pride.

Ava floated between stations like an unofficial supervisor. She had no designated role, but her presence was felt and it was heavy. She hovered near the cotton candy vendor long enough to be offered a free sample, then spent ten minutes helping a little girl reattach the wheel to her toy stroller. Ava didn’t smile often, but she kept her sunglasses off today. It mattered more than anyone would admit.

Alexei had placed himself right in the center of the park’s open lawn, surrounded by children wielding foam swords. He was absolutely in his element. Towering, loud, enthusiastic. He let them “ambush” him over and over again, dramatically collapsing onto the grass as they tackled him, crying out in mock defeat with every fall. When one kid asked if he was Santa, Alexei laughed so hard he nearly swallowed a whistle. He’d fashioned a red Thunderbolts cap to resemble something almost festive. No one stopped him.

Bucky was at the photo booth. Not because Valentina assigned it to him–but because he asked. Quietly. Just once. And when she raised a brow, he explained:

“Kids like the arm. Makes them feel like they’re meeting a real superhero.”

No one argued with that.

He stood beside the printed backdrop of a Thunderbolts mural, his vibranium arm resting lightly at his side. At first, only a few families came by. Then word got around. By midday, there was a line curling around the booth. Bucky posed with toddlers who clung to his leg, tweens who wanted to see if he could lift them with his arm alone, and teens who just wanted proof they’d stood next to him. He let them. All of them.

And you–you’d been running the craft tent since the gates opened. Low folding tables filled with paper crowns, pipe cleaners, sticker sheets, and markers with their caps long lost to time. You moved between projects with practiced ease, coaxing confidence out of even the shyest children. One girl in a purple tutu had stuck to your side all morning, proudly referring to you as “Miss Thunderbolt” like it was an official title.

Bob on the other hand…Wasn’t assigned a booth.

Valentina had called it a “strategic decision”–which meant don’t scare the kids. She hadn’t said it outright, of course, but Bob understood the subtext. The others had made peace with their reputations, learned how to bend their edges into something palatable. Bob’s problem wasn’t sharpness. It was scale. People didn’t look at him and see a man. They saw The Void. A storm in a body. The thing that turned Manhattan’s sky black almost a year ago. Or they saw him as Golden Boy Sentry, which he rarely presented himself as now because all of that was dormant since the incident, so he was just Bob, and unfortunately nobody was really interested in just Bob.

Except you of course.

You had grown extremely close to him throughout the time he was recovering from the incident. You would stay back from missions just to keep him company, and within those small moments, the two of you grew a bond and became inseparable.

It wasn’t dramatic. There was no big declaration, no kiss in the rain, no sweeping hand grab before battle. It was subtle–gentle, even. A shared quiet. The way you waited for him to speak on his own terms. The way you handed him warm drinks without comment and sat beside him on the floor of his room during the worst days, and just held him or smoothed his hair down. The way you always reached for his hand under the table when Valentina debriefed the team about “public image,” like you were grounding yourself in him, not the other way around.

It started with one date. A walk. A drink from the local coffee shop that you used two straws for. A movie you barely paid attention to because Bob had cried halfway through and apologized for it, and you’d told him, “I’d rather watch you feel something than watch the movie anyway.”

Now it had been nearly a year.

A quiet year. A healing one. A year where Bob–somehow–had begun to believe that maybe he wasn’t made just for disaster. Maybe he was allowed to want softness. Warmth. You.

So he stayed near you now, just like he always did. Even in the middle of this pastel-bright circus of a public relations stunt, even with the buzzing press cameras and the thunder of kids’ shoes over packed grass–he stood a few feet behind your tent. Watching quietly like he always did.

You didn’t need him to be part of the event. You didn’t ask him to engage. You just wanted him to be close and hover around you. And every so often, you’d glance over your shoulder and give him a little smile–soft, unhurried, like a tether that reminded him that he was still on your mind.

That’s what he was doing when it happened.

You were helping a child���maybe four, maybe five–cut out the outline of a star from glitter paper. She was sitting in your lap, legs swinging off the edge of the bench, her small fingers clumsy around the safety scissors. You guided her hands with your own, gentle and patient, your chin tucked down as you murmured something too soft for him to hear. The girl giggled. You smiled. And Bob felt something in his chest fracture.

It bloomed sharp and sudden, like a crack in glass that spiderwebbed behind his ribs before he could stop it. A low, aching pressure that pulsed under his skin and settled into his throat. He couldn’t look away from you. From the way the little girl leaned back against your chest, utterly content, while you helped her snip the edges of her glittery star. Your voice was low, your hand steady on hers, and when she got frustrated, you smiled and told her it was perfect just the way it was.

And the little girl–she believed you.

Bob watched her beam like she’d just won a medal, then twist to throw her arms around your neck. You hugged her back instinctively, without missing a beat, without needing to think about it.

And just like that, Bob saw it.

Not as a fantasy. Not as a warm, fuzzy, distant dream.

He saw you. Sitting in a living room. Soft lamplight across your shoulders. A child curled into your lap with a crayon clutched in one hand and a juice box in the other. Your hair a mess from the day, a blanket half-draped over both of you. And him in the doorway. Holding a book in his hand that he’d forgotten to read, too caught up in the simple, breathtaking fact that this was his life. That somehow, impossibly, he’d made it here.

His throat tightened.

The thought came quietly, like breath fogging glass:

He wanted this.

He wanted you. A child. A family. Not someday, not maybe. Just–yes. He wanted tiny shoes in the hallway. A swing set in a yard. A sleepy voice calling him Dad. He wanted your laughter in a kitchen filled with baby wipes and half-assembled toys. He wanted something that was his and yours and no one else’s.

But right on the heels of that beautiful, terrifying longing came something cold and heavy.

Fear.

He swallowed, hard.

His father’s voice echoed somewhere in the dark part of his memory–low, sharp, filled with the kind of disgust that was harder to forget than fists. He could still hear the way the floor creaked before a bad night. The sting of being told he was nothing. How love only showed up with bruises attached.

Bob’s stomach twisted.

What if I turn into him? He thought.

He didn’t think he would. He knew–rationally–that he wasn’t the same. He didn’t drink. He didn’t shout. He couldn’t even raise his voice without wincing at the echo. He loved gently. He loved softly. But fear didn’t care about facts. It sunk into his lungs anyway.

What if something in him broke? What if the Void came back and he couldn’t stop it? What if one day he opened his eyes and the sky was black again, and the only thing he’d ever loved was looking up at him, afraid?

He could never live with that.

Never.

And yet–

You turned slightly, and caught Bob’s eyes across the grass. You smiled at him–something so simple, so safe–and in that moment, the fear didn’t disappear, but it softened.

Because you weren’t afraid of him.

You’d never been.

Even on the days he didn’t like himself, you liked him. Even when he flinched at his own reflection, you reached for his hand and rested your chin on his shoulder. You didn’t see The Void. You didn’t see the Sentry. You just saw Bob–the man who carried your snacks in his hoodie pocket just in case you got hungry when you went out, who still got bashful when you looked at him for too long, who curled into you at night like you were the only thing that had ever made sense in his life.

Bob’s hand gripped the edge of the canopy pole beside him, just to ground himself.

He wanted to go to you right then and there just to say it. To whisper something clumsy like, “I want to build a life with you. A whole one. With glue-stained paper crowns and messy bedrooms and bedtime songs.”

But he stayed still.

Too scared to break the moment.

Too scared it might not be his to want.

—————————

Later, when the event was winding down, and the sky had shifted to gold and mauve and soft watercolor blues, Bob found you sitting on the grass alone near the now-abandoned craft table, peeling dried glue off your fingers and watching a few leftover kids chase bubbles across the park. He moved towards you slowly, and his looming presence immediately got your attention.

You stopped picking at the glue on your fingers and looked up at him instantly.

”Well, hey stranger.” Bob gave a quiet huff of a laugh at the greeting and smiled down at you, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets, “You gonna sit down or are you going to just stand there and stare?” You joked, patting the patch of open grass beside you. He hesitated for a second before lowering himself beside you, knees folding awkwardly in the grass. You watched him for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek–light, and lingering, your lips warm against the wind-chilled skin just below his eye.

“I haven’t been able to do that all day,” You said softly, almost teasing, but the affection behind it was unmistakable.

Before Bob could even respond, you leaned in and pressed another kiss to the corner of his jaw, then to his temple, and then one right between his brows where they had scrunched up, each kiss softer and slower than the last.

By the time you pulled back, Bob’s cheeks were as red as a rose, and they had become warm, and his smile had curled wide and helpless across his face, because to him your affections were always welcome.

”Y-You’re gonna make me explode,” He mumbled, voice thick with love as he turned to hide his burning face against the shoulder of his hoodie, “This is h-how I die.” He stumbled, looking over at you with those big blue eyes you couldn’t help but stare into every night.

“Death by affection sounds like a dream to me.” You laughed, slipping your hand up to cup his cheek, to turn his face towards yours so he was looking at you directly.

“Y-You know I’m a fragile m-man.” You snorted at his comment.

”I know Sentry is dormant but you’re technically the strongest person on Earth.” You said, giving him a knowing look. “I don’t think you’re fragile.” Bob gave a breathy little laugh, his pupils blown out from how close you were.

”Y-Yeah, well…D-Don’t flatter me too much…You’ll make me f-fall in love with you or s-something.” You raised your brows at him, seeing his cheeks go an even deeper red, “I-I mean–more. Like…More in love with you.” You smiled, so warmly it made his breath catch in his throat, you could hear it.

”Almost a year in,” You whispered, brushing your nose gently against his, “And you still get all flustered with me…I love it.”

And you kissed him–gently, fully, your mouth warm and sure on his. Bob melted. His whole body slackened like your kiss had pulled all the tension right out of him. He groaned quietly and let himself fall back into the grass with a helpless thump, hoodie riding up slightly at the hem, his eyes fluttering closed like he was physically overwhelmed. You laughed lightly and laid down beside him, turning your head so you were looking at him and all his glory, feeling his hand find yours, lacing his fingers between yours instantly.

The sky above you was dimming into deeper blues now, streaked with soft brushstrokes of pink and violet. The hum of the event had finally died out completely. You could still hear the occasional giggle of a child somewhere off in the distance, but for the most part, it felt like you two were the last ones left in the park. Like the whole day had been waiting to exhale.

Bob stared up at the clouds for a moment, before letting out a small sigh.

”C-Can I ask you something…Kind of b-big?” Your eyes studied him for a moment, tracing the way his brows furrowed gently, like he was already halfway to apologizing for whatever he was about to say. Like he was bracing himself to ruin something just by saying it.

“Of course,” You replied, your voice just above a whisper, slowly growing more and more concerned with each moment that passed in silence.

Bob just kept looking up at the sky like the words were written somewhere in the clouds and he just had to find them. His thumb rubbed slow circles against your knuckles.

”Have you ever thought about…Us?” He swallowed, “I mean–not just us, b-but more like…A family.” You raised your eyebrows slowly, turning onto your side so you could face him fully, still holding his hand, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I–I watched you today,” He whispered. “With that little girl in your lap. And it didn’t feel far away…It didn’t feel like someone else’s life. It felt like something I could…Want.”

Your heart gave a soft, aching pull at that.

“I want it,” He admitted, voice trembling. “I want it so bad it scares me. You, a kid–us. A home. Not perfect. Not polished. Just ours. Something warm. Something safe.”

You reached up and gently tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, your fingertips trailing along his temple. He leaned into the touch like it soothed something he couldn’t name.

“I want that too,” You said. “Not tomorrow. Not next week. But one day. When things are a little quieter, when the world doesn’t need us to carry it. I want that with you, Bob.” He nodded, like he was trying to let the hope settle in–but his eyes were still stormy at the edges.

“But what if…” He swallowed. “What if I’m not good at it? What if I…Mess it up l–like I always do? What if I hurt them? What if something in me snaps and I—”

“Hey,” You cut in gently, reaching up to cradle his cheek. “Look at me.”

He did, reluctantly, his blue eyes wide and full of unshed fear, tears filling up in the corners threatening to spill at any moment.

“You’re not like your father at all Bob, you’re not him.” You said, your voice steady and firm.

”Y-You don’t know that,” He whispered, his eyes glancing away at you, making you chase his gaze a bit so he could look at you.

”I do know that…Because I know you. Because I’ve watched you fall asleep holding my hand. Because you carry two different granola bar options in your hoodie pocket in case I want a choice. Because you always refill the toothpaste without me asking. Because when I’m upset, you don’t try to fix it–you just stay with me. Quietly. Constantly.” Bob blinked, his lip trembling ever so slightly.

“You don’t lash out, Bob. You lean in,” You said. “You don’t shut down. You open up, even when it scares you. You feel everything so deeply, and you never make anyone pay for it.” His brow furrowed and he looked down, overwhelmed, like he didn’t know what to do with the weight of that truth.

You brought his hand up to your lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, then whispered into the space between you:

“You already take care of me in a thousand tiny ways. You love gently. That’s why I trust you with my soul.”

He let out a shaky breath, and the hand that held yours tightened just a little more. He nodded faintly, like he was still catching up to the truth you’d handed him–like he wasn’t sure if he deserved it, but he was holding it anyway.

You reached up, your thumb brushing delicately at the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that had gathered without pressure or embarrassment. Just care.

“You cry so pretty, you know that?” You whispered, a little playful, attempting to lift the mood just a bit.

Bob let out a short, breathy laugh–surprised and soft. “Th-That’s not a real thing.”

“It is when you do it,” You smiled, leaning closer, your voice light but laced with everything you meant. “You’re beautiful when you feel things.”

He looked at you like you’d just handed him a future and told him it already belonged to him. Like no one had ever said that to him before–and he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from it.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, lips pressed to his like you had time. Like you weren’t afraid to show him just how loved he was.

And when you pulled back, your forehead stayed pressed against his, your breath brushing his lips as you whispered:

“You’d be the safest place a little soul could ever grow.”

Bob let out another shaky breath, and this time he smiled–full, unguarded, like something inside him had just settled for the first time.

“Only if it’s with you,” He said quietly.

You nodded, your fingers lacing tighter with his.

“Then we’ll build it,” You whispered. “Slow and messy and ours.”

And beneath a darkening sky painted with stars and leftover laughter, you lay together in the grass, your future unfolding between your palms like something sacred.

Just warm.

Just real.

Just home.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

demonstration

words: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating

“maybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.” you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, you’re not sure how much longer this can go on.

“you can't tell me what i can do to fix it?” topper asks.

“you know i was a virgin before you babe, i really don’t know.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “maybe ask rafe?” “rafe?” topper turns suddenly to look at you. “why him?” “i’ve just… heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i don’t know.” you shrug. “maybe it’s something wrong with me.” “no, don’t say that.” topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.

“you ask your friends and i’ll ask mine.” you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time you’re in his bedroom, it’ll go a lot better.

--

“what?” rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.

“ive never… i’ve never made y/n cum before and i just… i need to know what to do rafe! i’m worried she’s gonna leave me if i can’t get it together and i guess- fuck! i don’t know! just help me out man!” topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.

“okay, alright, jesus, just clam down!” rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. he’s not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.

“every time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesn’t cum and she says its okay but i know it’s really not.” topper blurts out.

“alright, well…” rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. he’s never had this type of issue before with girls. “do you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.” “i eat her out sometimes.” topper shrugs. “she says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just don’t know what to do, i just get so excited and… and i’ve never had this problem with girls before, it’s just y/n.”

“to be fair, she’s hotter than any girl you’ve been with before.” rafe comments. it’s no secret, so he doesn’t feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.

“she’s way out of my league, thats why i’m sure if i don’t fix this she’s gonna leave me.” topper sighs.

“maybe a demonstration could help?” rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.

“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”

“no, man.” rafe shakes his head. “what if i’m there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?” “yeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.” topper cringes at his own words.

“i am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.”

--

rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.

“go ahead and spread your legs.” rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.

“can you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.” topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric. 

“yeah.” topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free. 

“so have you ever cum before y/n?” rafe asks.

“yeah, um… with my own fingers.” you cough awkwardly. “and when topper eats me out.”

“its really just when i’m inside of her.” topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.

“why don’t you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, it’ll help.” rafe instructs.

topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.

“is she tight?” rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.

“yeah, that’s why i can never last.” topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.

“does that feel good y/n?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.

“mhm.” you nod, but you don’t feel any urge to moan, needing more. “could add a second, top.” “okay.” topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.

“gotta rub her clit too.” rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldn’t do before he agreed to this.

toppers finger slips easily in once you’ve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much you’re liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. “oh, just like that.” you moan, eyes fluttering closed.

“see if you can add a third.” rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.

“i’ve-i’ve never been able to take more than two.” you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.

“aw, fuck.” you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.

“keep ‘em open, cutie.” rafe says. “gonna cum?”

“yeah, yeah keep going-” you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.

“pull out, top.” rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.

“no, no, no.” you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.

“sometimes if you’re struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.” rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.

“should i fuck her now?” topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldn’t be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.

“yeah, put the condom on though.” rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.

topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.

he’s thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, “slowly, topper. deeper thrusts.”

topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.

“here.” rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one you’re laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. “try now.”

topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.

“on a beat.” rafe says. “gotta fuck her steady, can’t just jackhammer.” “i-i-” topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. “i can’t, was about to cum.” “damn, baby, you must be real tight.” rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.

“try again, top, it’s okay.” you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.

topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.

“gotta rub her clit too, man. remember she’s already close from getting edged.” rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.

“shit!” topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes you’re looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. “shit.” he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.

“it’s okay, top.” you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.

“you’re gonna break up with me now.” toppers voice is sad as he speaks.

“what?” it takes you back, not expecting it.

“you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you? because i can’t make you cum, you’re gonna leave me? god, i’m so pathetic.” “i can’t believe you think i’m that shallow.” you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. “that i would break up with you over sex?” “you wouldn’t?” topper questions.

“you would?” you question back, growing frustrated. “topper, i let you take my virginity, i can’t believe you thought i would do that just… just go.”

“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.

“i’m not breaking up with you yet.” you tell him. “but i need some space, please just go.” 

topper can’t hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.

you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldn’t break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.

“you okay baby?” rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.

“yeah, sorry, i can leave.” you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.

“or you could stay.” rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.

“i-but topper…” “just finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.” “i-i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” --

rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.

“still thinking about topper?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.

“no.” you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. “fuck me, please, rafe.”

rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.

“yeah, i know i’m bigger than him.” rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. “but i opened you up enough, didn’t i? or do i need to make you cum again?”

“n-no.” you shake your head, already so overstimulated. “i want your cock, i need it.” “he always fucks you in missionary?” rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldn’t, proving yet another way he’s superior.

“yeah, we haven’t tried anything else.” you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.

rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, “you-you can fuck me raw. if you want. i’m on birth control.” rafe can’t help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.

“tell me if it hurts or if anything doesn’t feel good.” rafe says. he’s sure it’s toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.

“mkay.” you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.

“gonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. ‘ts why you should be with me instead, baby.” rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.

“oh my god!” you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans out. “you are tight, baby.” your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. “no wonder he cums so quickly.” you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.

“feels really good, rafey.” you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.

“i knew there was nothing wrong with you.” rafe smirks. “already close to cumming, aren’t you?”

despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.

“yeah, thats what i thought.” rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. “nothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.” “please.” you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. you’ve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and he’s close to doubling that.

“cum for me, doll. don’t have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.” rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.

“that’s it, good girl.” rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.

you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal. 

rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.

“you just came on my cock, pretty girl.” rafe says.

“i know, i loved it.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.

“hmm, so two more? three?” rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize he’s still buried inside of you.

“wait, wha-” your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didn’t just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.

“you think i’d be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?” rafe tsks and shakes his head. “we aren’t even close to done.”

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[rmview]

they have a low spice tolerance, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what the stray kids boys are like when they find out they have a spice tolerance lower than yours!

contents — fluff, no warnings.

bang ☄︎ chan

bang chan always prided himself on trying new things, so when you casually suggested a spicy noodle challenge, he was on board. “how bad can it be?” he asked confidently, watching you prepare the fiery dish. but as soon as he took the first bite, his eyes widened, and a bright red flush crept up his neck.

“oh my god,” he gasped, grabbing his water bottle and gulping it down, only to find it made the burn worse. “how are you eating this so calmly?” he exclaimed, watching you casually slurp up the noodles like it was nothing.

you laughed at his reaction, offering him some milk. “i thought you were all tough and adventurous?”

“i am,” he insisted, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “but this is insane. it’s like eating lava.” still, his competitive streak wouldn’t let him back down, and he stubbornly took another bite, grimacing but determined.

by the end, he was slumped back in his chair, defeated. “never again,” he declared, fanning his mouth. “you win. i don’t know how you do it.” but even through the spice-induced torture, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your amused expression. “you’re scary good at this, you know that?”

felix ☄︎

felix loved food and was always down for an adventure, but spicy dishes weren’t his forte. still, when you brought out a bowl of spicy tteokbokki, he couldn’t resist trying it. “it smells amazing!” he said, his deep voice full of enthusiasm.

one bite in, however, his enthusiasm turned to panic. “oh no,” he croaked, his freckles standing out even more against his reddening face. “it’s so spicy!” he waved his hand in front of his mouth, trying to cool down the burn.

you couldn’t stop laughing as he fumbled for water. “it’s not that bad!” you teased, popping another piece into your mouth effortlessly.

felix pouted through his watery eyes. “not that bad? my tongue is on fire!” despite his struggle, he couldn’t stop eating, enjoying the flavor too much to give up. “this hurts so good,” he said, sniffling but smiling.

lee ☄︎ know

lee know was skeptical when you brought out a plate of extra-spicy wings. “this is nothing,” he declared confidently. “i’ve eaten spicier stuff before.” but one bite later, his eyes went wide, and he immediately started coughing.

“are you okay?” you asked, laughing as he reached for his drink.

“fine,” he croaked, stubbornly taking another bite. his pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat, even though his face was turning an alarming shade of red.

you handed him a glass of milk, smirking. “admit it, you’re struggling.”

lee know shook his head, his voice hoarse. “i’m fine. totally fine.” but when you turned away for a moment, he subtly pushed the plate toward you. “you finish it. i’m full,” he said casually, pretending like nothing had happened.

hyun ☄︎ jin

hyunjin was hesitant when you suggested trying a spicy curry together. “i don’t know,” he said, eyeing the dish suspiciously. “it looks like it might kill me.”

“it’s not that bad!” you reassured him, digging in with no problem.

encouraged by your confidence, he took a bite—and immediately regretted it. “oh my god,” he groaned, clutching his throat dramatically. “why is it attacking me?”

you couldn’t stop laughing as he gulped down water, his eyes wide and teary. “you’re so dramatic,” you teased, offering him some rice to help.

hyunjin sniffled, his pride wounded but his theatrics fully on display. “i think my taste buds are dying,” he said, glaring at the curry like it had personally wronged him. still, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, especially when you teased him for being a spice lightweight.

i.n ☄︎

jeongin was cautiously optimistic as he watched you pile spicy noodles onto a plate. “it doesn’t look that bad,” he commented, although there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

“don’t worry,” you teased, handing him a pair of chopsticks. “just try it. it’s not that spicy.”

trusting you, jeongin took a bite, and within seconds, his eyes widened as the heat hit him. “oh no,” he gasped, covering his mouth as he coughed. “this is way worse than i thought.” he waved a hand in front of his face, his tongue clearly on fire.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “want some milk?” you offered, trying not to smirk too much.

“yes, please,” he croaked, grabbing the glass and drinking it like his life depended on it. when the burn subsided slightly, he shot you a playful glare. “how can you eat that like it’s nothing? are you even human?”

“it’s a skill,” you replied smugly, taking another bite with ease.

jeongin shook his head, his competitive side kicking in. “alright, give me another bite. i’m not losing to you.” despite his clear suffering, he powered through, determined not to be outdone.

han ☄︎

han was all smiles when you brought out a dish of spicy stir-fry. “i love food, so this’ll be easy,” he declared confidently, grabbing his chopsticks.

but the moment he took a bite, his expression shifted dramatically. “oh no, no, no,” he mumbled, his voice muffled as he tried to fan his burning tongue. “why is this so spicy? did you add extra chili just to mess with me?”

you burst out laughing at his theatrics. “i didn’t do anything! you’re just bad with spice.”

han grabbed a napkin to dab at his teary eyes. “bad? my mouth is dying. this is torture.” despite his complaints, he kept taking tiny bites, clearly torn between the delicious flavor and the overwhelming heat.

“you don’t have to keep eating it,” you said, amused.

“i do,” he replied stubbornly. “it’s too good to stop, even if it feels like my tongue is melting.” his dramatic commentary continued until he finally gave up, slumping back with a sigh. “never again. you’re evil for enjoying this so much.”

seung ☄︎ min

seungmin gave you a skeptical look as you placed a bowl of spicy soup in front of him. “this doesn’t look like something i’d enjoy,” he said bluntly, but he picked up his spoon anyway.

one sip in, and his calm expression broke. he set the spoon down carefully and reached for his water. “this is ridiculous,” he stated, his voice even but his face visibly flushed.

you raised an eyebrow. “it’s not that bad. are you giving up already?”

seungmin shot you a look of mock annoyance. “i didn’t say i was giving up. i’m just questioning your taste in food.” despite his words, he took another spoonful, his determination shining through.

after a few more bites, he sighed and leaned back, giving you a small smirk. “you win. i’ll stick to non-lethal meals from now on.” his deadpan humor made you laugh, and he couldn’t help but smile at your reaction. “you’re way too proud of yourself right now.”

chang ☄︎ bin

changbin’s confidence was sky-high as he sat down in front of a plate of spicy wings. “you think i can’t handle this? i’m tougher than i look,” he boasted, taking a big bite.

but almost immediately, his bravado crumbled. “oh my god,” he choked out, grabbing his drink and downing it in one go. “this is insane. who eats this willingly?”

you couldn’t stop laughing as he fanned his mouth with his hand. “i thought you were ‘tougher than you look,’” you teased.

“i am!” he shot back, although his watery eyes and flushed face told a different story. still, his competitive nature wouldn’t let him back down. “i’m not letting you win this,” he declared, taking another bite despite the burn.

by the time he finished, he was slumped over the table, exhausted but triumphant. “that was the worst thing i’ve ever done,” he said dramatically, glaring at you through his tears. “but i survived. barely.” his over-the-top antics made you laugh, and despite his suffering, he couldn’t help but grin at your amusement.

notes: this request for so fun to do! hope you guys enjoyed!

[elluminis]

an (incomplete) list of things I loved from this week’s hgsn episode:

the scene in the grocery store. they did such a fantastic job of making the viewer feel just as uncomfortable as yoshiki does, whilst the cashier continuously digs into his family’s life. the detailed close-up on her lips. the shot from the security camera. the sound design. just…absolutely incredible.

the use of real-life photos and film! it’s stylistically brilliant, in my opinion, and it’s used so well to catch the viewer off-guard/make us uncomfortable. the photo-realistic raw chicken in particular was so good, and I love how the ed places the boys over top of filtered videos. it’s such a unique visual identity and it works!

the shots through yoshiki’s bangs. they’re so, so good. and because the show isn’t afraid to be experimental (and so much weirder than just a shot showing some bangs), those pov moments feel very intimate and important without feeling jarringly out of place—that’s reserved for things like, say, a photo of raw chicken.

the chest scene. I, like every other manga reader I’m sure, was so excited for that scene, and it was so well-executed! the eroticism, the disgust, yoshiki being flustered, it was just all fantastic.

“hikaru’s” red eyes. the glint in his eyes becoming pronounced whenever he’s being particular inhuman is so. good. it’s vaguely unsettling in the best possible way.

slight spoilers/speculation under the cut:

I’m cautiously optimistic about the speed with which we’re moving forward with tanaka’s involvement. it feels a little quick, especially with the indou family lore, but everything else has been handled so gorgeously that I’m going to give them the benefit of the doubt that things will be integrated nicely! he continued to loom in the background fairly separated from the boys, so I again hope that he’s there to be freaky and raise the stakes while operating in parallel to the rest of the plot for a little while longer.

also kurebayashi, the goat! I enjoyed her presence in this episode, even though I felt she was a bit over-played in last week’s. once again excited to see where the anime goes!

[starhvney]

Hey hey! May I ask for Garroth (Mys) post-S6, a coffee with cinnamon and cinnamon rolls ❤️! Thank you:].

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, hurt/comfort, snowy storm

𝐚/𝐧: "here it is!" i say, hands shaking as i hold out your now very much cold cinnamon roll with tears in my eyes.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“What are you thinking about?”

The subtle sound of snow pelting against the window and the fireplace crackling is the only thing that fills the silence between your question and his answer. Garroth bites the inside of his cheek before slowly shifting his head to look at you, smiling softly as he adjusts the blanket wrapped around you to cover your shoulders better. His fingers linger against your jaw before he pulls you into his embrace again, shaking his head dismissively.

“Nothing, just enjoying the moment,” he murmurs, the flickering flames reflecting against his distant eyes.

It was so rare for Garroth to have nothing to say, especially when you two were alone. More times than not, he’d be more than comfortable spilling every thought that passed through his brain whether it was something put together or the stupidest thing you’ve ever been subjected to hearing. Even if it made him look dumb, he relishes in your giggles, basking in the fact that he was blessed with the privilege of talking to you.

Lately, though, you’d noticed that on occasion his optimistic front would slip. His eyes would shift to something distant, glazing over as if tears were just on the precipice of spilling over the edge; like he could burst into tears if he focused too hard on whatever was clearly taking over his thoughts. And, like now, he’d fake that perfect smile of his, the tense set of his jaw far too brooding to convince you that he was being genuine.

You understand.

The loss that he, you, and everyone else experienced left a stinging pain—an indescribable wound in everyone’s mind and hearts that wouldn’t be healing over the same for the rest of your lives. You were all scarred from that damning island one way or another, and the lovely man next to you now was no exception. Not only did he have to watch in horror as his possessed body betrayed his protective nature, nearly killing the very people most precious to him, but he also had to undergo the painful biological change of becoming a werewolf. A process that should’ve killed him, that felt like it was killing him. He experienced physical and emotional torture, and for once, the outgoing and strong Ro’Meave was rendered at a loss for words.

You understand why he chooses not to speak. You’ve had your fair share of keeping the pain of it all to yourself. But you can’t stand letting him brew in whatever negativity that was clearly swirling around behind those pretty blue eyes. So this time, instead of cautiously avoiding breaking this rare moment of peace, you gently push just a little further.

“You know I know you better than to believe that, right?”

He winces at your callout, lips pressing together as he looks back to you.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I’m not- I’m not trying to lie to you-”

You very quickly shush him with a press of your index finger against his soft lips, shaking your head. “Having trouble putting it into words?”

He nods, tilting his head to lean into your hand. Without complaint you concede to his silent request, cupping his cheek and brushing your thumb under his eyes that seemed to melt as he beheld you. At the center of his deep blue was a splash of an almost yellow color radiating from the center, currently threatening to be swallowed by his widened pupils as he stares at you.

You thought the color was always befitting, representing him as a person. Like a sun in the center of the cold sky. A star in the center of the ocean. A fire in the middle of a winter storm… Something warm and inviting to cling to in the dark. It seems that your sun needed a little rekindling now, and you couldn’t be even slightly opposed to returning all of the support and love he’s poured onto you over the years.

“I just… don’t feel like myself anymore. I don’t look like myself anymore. It’s hard to describe, and it almost makes me sound vain. I just-” He swallows, shaking his head. “I’m different now.”

You quietly sigh in return, pinching his cheek before leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His eyes flutter shut and a bit of tension leaves his shoulders.

It was true. He had literally been changed genetically. His DNA had been torn apart and remodified into something he wasn’t used to. His build, which had already been impressively strong before, now was so broad and muscular he felt almost awkward in the things he did, like a bull knocking around in a china cabinet. His once lithe hands were thicker, and while they used to be strong they almost held too much power now. It was scary for him. To hold you, something so precious to him, with a nagging voice in the back of his head that told him he’d hurt you. He feared even the idea of it, and sometimes he’d even find himself paralyzed in horror when he squeezed you to him just a little too tight.

There was a constant scruff on his chin that he couldn’t seem to tame, and while it was amusing to see him frustratingly shave every few days while complaining how hard it was to keep up the boyish and clean shaven look he sported for so long, you also felt a sense of pity… watching his shoulders sag defeatedly and eyebrows furrow in frustration as he stared in the mirror, trying to recognize the man—no, the werewolf staring back at him.

“Yeah, things are a little different,” you admit, avoiding any sort of discredit to his raw feelings. “But you’re still you. You’re still my sweet and handsome Garroth that I’ve always known. These won’t change that.”

Your free hand reaches up to brush against one of his fluffy ears as you talk, earning a twitch of them against his messy blonde hair. He opens his misty eyes again, eyebrows pulled up into a pained furrow. He leans in for another kiss, departing only to nudge his nose against your cheek and settle against your neck, his meaty shoulders and back becoming the only thing in your sight besides the fireplace.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice a low and quiet tremble.

“And I love you.”

There’s nothing that either of you can do to reverse what’s happened to him. You know that. He knows that. But between the syllables of the three worded phrase was an indescribable thankfulness that you knew he meant to say—even if he couldn’t get it out in this moment. He’s grateful you’re still here, and that you undeniably would still be here as he adjusts to this new form. And you know he would and will do the same for you.

©starhvney 2024. do not plagiarize, feed to any AI, or repost my works to any sites.

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[tacitusk1llwhore]

Ok but Arthur Morgan as a girl dad. I’m a firm believer in any of my Arthur lives AUs that eventually he does have children, and when he does…they’re all girls. I feel like he would completely embody this song as a parent.

Anyway here are some HCs for girl dad Arthur.

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⋆˚✿˖°When he first found out his partner was pregnant he was obviously a nervous wreck, but also cautiously optimistic. This was his second chance and he intended to go all in. Then he found himself with a baby girl and he was stumped all over again. He never saw himself as a soft man, not a man to raise a little girl but the second he laid eyes on that little face he was besotted, and nothing could change that.

⋆˚✿˖° Puts his babies footprints, name and date of birth in his journal, sketches them constantly—I don’t make the rules.

⋆˚✿˖° Learns how to braid very quickly. Sure he could braid a horse’s mane or tail but being gentle for a tender headed squirming toddler?? That’s an entirely different beast. Many times did he have to listen to “ow!” A million times over as he worked only for the braid to come out a mess with pieces left out all over the place in his pursuit of being as gentle as he could be. Now he’s a pro and when he sees any of his little ones brushing their hair out of their eyes he’s quick to move over and get it fixed for them.

⋆˚✿˖°He’s a HUGE softie. He can’t bring himself to scold his girls, ever, even if they deserve it. He’s terrified of turning out like his father, an angry, violent man. He wants his girls to trust him, to see him as a source of comfort and stability, not a dictator or someone to fear. With his first he got frustrated after a fit that seemed to never end and gave her a swat on the bottom, he felt so guilty he cried that night and hasn’t laid a hand on any of his girls since, cycle breaking takes time, and usually comes with a few bumps.

⋆˚✿˖°HATES the “I bet you’re wishin’ for a boy!” Comments. He’s always quick to shut it down, especially if he’s with his daughters “Nah, reckon my girls are just fine…Ain’t wishin’ for nothin’.” He never wants his girls to feel less than, and is very adamant to them that he doesn’t need a son to be happy, he’s just happy to have them.

⋆˚✿˖°His daughters would 100% have unique, nature themed names, Aurora, Willow, Aspen, Lily—or on the flip side they’d be named after women in his life that had passed on at some point: Beatrice (after his mother), Bessie, Susan, even Eliza.

⋆˚✿˖°Is absolutely not above playing with his girls, though I feel like rough housing and wrestling is definitely on the table he’s attended more than a few tea parties in his time, as well as being locked out of rooms in his own house with the claim that it was “girls only.”

⋆˚✿˖°his journal is filled with not only milestones, and little stories but also toddler scribbles and drawings. Blobs of shape and color that they would affectionately say was a drawing of him or some animals around their farm. He’d always make sure to write what they said it was under the drawings for when they’re older.

Extra: Arthur is 100% the dad that throws his kids way too high in the air to give his partner a heart attack, when finally they say something his girls are so used to being rough and tumble they’re the one to negotiate one more time with their worried parent.

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This is probably bad but I think I might do more head canons both SFW like this and NSFW. Asks are open for requests! :)

[aliwatchesfilm]

SUPERMAN (2025)

RECAP AND REVIEW

Superman

Director: James Gunn

2025

My boyfriend loves comics and was super excited for the new Superman movie, so I surprised him with tickets. We saw the movie and loved it, so here’s the recap and review for Superman.

Hey buddy… Eyes up here.

(Ft. Louie and Caleb)

RECAP?

This won’t have a recap because I’ve only seen it once. Usually, when I do recaps, it’s of movies I’ve seen multiple times. I like to do recaps where I can remember the movie and its details. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED the movie, which isn’t forgettable. I just like to give good recaps, and I wouldn’t be able to do it for this one.

REVIEW

For this review, there will be THREE parts: Mine, Caleb’s, and Louie’s. I am not a comic book reader, so I will give my review from a non-comic book reader's point of view. With Caleb’s (my boyfriend) and Louie's reviews, you’ll be able to read it from a point of view where they are knowledgeable comic book readers.

ALI’S REVIEW

I loved the movie. I loved the color they added in the movie, and that it was wholesome. I liked Guy Gardner because even though his character is supposed to be an asshole, he was still funny. I liked seeing the side characters in the film, too. I liked Mr. Terrific, Guy, as I said before, and Hawkgirl. I want to mention that there was a content creator who didn’t like the side characters in the movie, and that’s something I wanted to speak on. The creator said he didn’t like the movie at all because he said they added side characters in the movie and didn’t give any background/history.  I’m going to have to disagree with that, mainly because it didn’t make any sense. If you see Mr.Terrific or Hawkgirl, they don’t need to give background information on those characters because they are minor. Also, because the internet is free.

People say the minor characters took the spotlight away from Superman, so it wasn’t a “Superman movie”. I also think that’s dumb. When you have subplots in movies with minor characters involved, are you still going to say that takes the spotlight away from the main character/the protagonist of the film? No. Because that’s stupid and that makes no sense. 

Something else I liked about the movie is that they were able to add extra heroes, not only to show that Superman may need help from time to time, but he’s also not invincible. I like that they introduced them, because people could ask to see more of Mr. Terrific, and then they can come out with a movie ONLY for Mr.Terrific, or even a show. I LOVED how goofy Clark was with Jimmy. I liked the dynamic he had with people. He had character, and he had a personality. NOW LEX??? Yo, that dude is a MASSIVE hater. He got monkeys in a pocket dimension to hate on Superman. Wow. Overall, I liked the movie and can’t wait to see it again.

CALEB’S REVIEW

I was cautiously optimistic about the Superman movie at first because I wondered if it would be like the Guardian films, since he did those before. I’m glad that wasn’t the case. I was also wondering if he knew about DC? I appreciate that they stated that every movie won’t be the same, and they’ll have different tones. You have Superman, who’s family-friendly, but then you’ll have Clayface, which is a horror movie. I like that he’s being consistent. I thought the movie was amazing, and I thought it was a 12/10. I thought it was an accurate depiction of Superman because it included his human nature. It included how he used his powers to protect and saw the best in everyone. He’s the symbol of hope, and people knew he was there to protect them. I think the movie is comic-accurate, and I’m hoping this is a younger version of Lex Luthor. He was very calm, cool, and collected (older version). He starts as crazy, but eventually appeals to the people, an example of that was when he was mayor. I loved the version of Lex, though. He is the world's greatest hater under the Reverse-Flash, and he did everything to target Superman. 

I liked the side characters, and what they showed of Mr. Terrific was amazing. I’d say he was one of the D-list characters because you rarely see him, especially in justice-related comics. With Guy, out of all the lanterns to start with, AND getting him right was exciting. I’m excited for what they’re going to do later. He’s such an asshole and an unlikable character. That’s why people like him, and they nailed his character perfectly. I’m very excited for the Lantern series. For Hawkgirl, I liked her as well. I loved that she screamed a lot, but it was a bummer that her wings weren’t natural (since they went into her suit) because they’re born naturally with wings (born Thanagarian). I loved the monkeys a lot; they were funny. I like that people post the monkeys as a meme now. There’s no idea that’s silly to Lex as long as it brings down Superman. He will literally resort to animal abuse as long as he’s taking him down.

Other James Gunn projects I’m excited about are the Green Lanterns, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Teen Titans, and Clayface.

LOUIE'S REVIEW

I never liked the Zack Snyder films for a lot of reasons, but most for how they portray Superman. They portray him as this super epic and awesome God-like character. I think they made him very “edgy and scary,” and the reason is that Chris Nolan said that they didn’t read any Superman comics. Although I 100% agree that Henry Cavill is what Superman looks like and is the modern image of him, his writing for Superman had no personality. Even in Man of Steel, they don’t show what makes Superman. For James Gunn’s Superman, I loved the way they portrayed it. I heavily enjoyed the humor he provided in the movie, not just with Superman but also with the side characters. Everyone in the film truly got a moment to shine, and that’s what I love about it so much. The way that James Gunn made Superman in a somewhat savior-ish way, but in the way that he makes you feel safe in your own mind, just knowing he’s around. Zack Snyder, to me, couldn’t do that with his Superman. But, he could still show how much stronger Superman can be whenever he lets go. I loved the small things as well that he does as Superman. Like saving squirrels and holding up buildings with little effect. His Superman will truly try anything to help people who need help in their lives. His Superman gets his ass beat, but it’s so that those around him don’t get hurt. It’s because he knows he can take it.

With how he portrayed Lex, I think he did amazing. From the gate, you start hating him because he supports a war that’s committing a genocide, just so he can get a country named after himself. That is literally some super villain shit bro. You hate from the start of the movie to the end of the movie. He is the sole reason for everything going wrong in Superman’s life. He almost killed Superman. I thought that he wouldn’t clone Superman and have Ultraman man, but he did. I thought there was no way he would open a dimension rift, but he did it anyway to kill Superman. How could you not hate him by the end of the movie? He’s so entertaining that I wish he stays alive. I also love how super bald his head was.

I really liked Guy Gardner because he was the movie's whimsical but he was also kind of a dick. He also has a bit of a soft side because he’s a Green Lantern. I also love his haircut. Jimmy Olsen and Mr. Terrific were my favorite characters in the movie. I don’t have a lot to say about them, to be honest. Because I don’t read a lot of their comics and such. But I think the DC is in good hands, and I’m personally excited for James Gunn’s Clayface the most.

RATING:

Overall, the movie is a 12/10 for personal reviews and 5/5 on letterboxd.

[catwomanarchive]

Any thoughts on the new Absolute Selina leaks?

i’m cautiously optimistic! making her rich is usually a no no for me but it’s a shake up i saw coming within this universe and i like the idea of batcat being gender reversed opposites provided it’s done well! i want selina to have inventive takes that are done with good faith for her character and im hoping snyder gets it. making her based on action heroes like john wick and ethan hunt is a very cool idea i hope it actually has good impact within the universe. im waiting to see HOW she functions as catwoman though because that’s important to me and i hope snyder understands her core enough to not just use her as an action heroine.

[calvincell]

The Tron: Ares Official Trailer has me chomping at the bit to watch it!

Though I truly despise the fact that Jared Leto is the lead, the film genuinely feels like a breath of fresh air in the wake of years of Disney making a deluge of trite & downright awful live action bastardizations of their animated films on top of the repeated fumbles of massive science fiction IPs like Star Wars & Marvel which have both slowly declined in quality over the course of those same years.

Thus, I really want to show my support for something more original & hopefully genuinely entertaining or at the very least decent.

Tron is absolutely one of my favorite scifi franchises; myself currently owning: the duology of films, multiple soundtrack albums & nearly every video game in the series, so I’m thankful that it lives in the sweet spot of being a cult classic that hasn’t been milked into oblivion by Disney. With the visuals, music & premise shown off so far, I feel cautiously optimistic at least about Tron Ares at the moment. Due to Leto’s casting however, I’ll likely end up ☠️ sailing the high seas ☠️ for the movie when it moves from theaters to streaming.

[heretherebedork]

Hello!!

As I am desperately absorbing any speck of Top Form content before the new episode tomorrow, I’d love to hear your thoughts on how Akin and Jin might possibly resolve their current rift/misunderstanding/situation. I have not seen the original anime, but I’m cautiously optimistic for how the live adaptation will handle this. (I desperately need at least one solid interaction where Akin has an understanding and compassionate audience)

I’ve found that I tend to fixate on moments in shows where characters encounter misunderstandings or friction, as the various paths to resolution fascinate me.

Anyway! Apologies for the long ask ♥️

Oh, we're so close to the next episode!

And I do think they could resolve this very well, though I cannot say that I trust the show to do that. But I do trust the show more than the fanbase at this point? Maybe?

I mean, all it takes is Akin telling Jin that he didn't consent to whatever happened and Jin believing him. It takes Jin calming down, realizing he needed to hear Akin out and then listening when Akin speaks to him. That's all it would take!

Will we get that? Ehhhhhhh. EHHHHHHHH.

I want to believe.

I want to be so, so hopeful and to see them resolve this like the 2025 show they are and have it be made clear that Jin reacted poorly and that Akin isn't to blame and that once they talk they can understand each other and be happier and then the Jin claiming Akin scene can be beautiful. Because that scene being about Jin and Akin, together, reclaiming Akin's body? Could be gorgeous. Could be everything.

I do not guarantee this.

I have also not seen the original but it sounds like this problem and dynamic might have been changed for this specific remake as well so how it could be handled and solved is up in the air.

Anyway.

I really, really hope the show sees that Akin doesn't deserve any of the blame and only deserves to be loved and comforted and held and chosen and lets Jin do all of that.

But I worry that societal pressure is going to say that Akin shouldn't have been drinking and that he's going to apologize to Jin and then Jin is going to reclaim him in a way that just... won't feel satisfactory.

I always, sincerely, worry when a show tries to solve a conflict with sex. But the honey scene was well done and well layered so hopefully they can continue that into this and not fall into victim blaming. They changed the original encounter with Jin and Akin so... fingers crossed.

But I do worry about this. This would not be the first show to ruin itself for me by deciding that this kind of assault just Didn't Matter if the two people are gonna fall in love later.

[demigodofhoolemere]

I don’t have it in me to articulate this twice so I’m just gonna copy my comment on the NarniaWeb news article here. I’ve been waiting to see confirmation on whether it was an April Fools thing before I let myself start thinking about it, but, well. Here we are. I want to hold out hope that there’s something getting lost in translation here or that the offer will not be extended once they see the backlash or something, but for now, my immediate reaction.

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I… I don’t even know what to think. I’ve been cautiously optimistic about Netflix Narnia, I’ve defended Greta when people have taken her completely and unfairly out of context, I’ve been looking forward to seeing Magician’s Nephew finally get adapted; things have generally looked okay, though of course I was always cautious.

But this? I mean, it’s SO insane that I have a hard time believing that it will go through (though I know I shouldn’t be surprised), and I would like to believe that enough backlash could halt them in their tracks, or that Douglas Gresham or someone else from the estate could put their foot down, or that there’s just something we’re not understanding about all this to begin with. But, taking a step back from that optimism that I so need and just looking at it on its face… holy cow. HOLY COW.

It does not get more blasphemous than this, really. Even if you’re not Christian, this is still outrageous and completely against the spirit of Narnia. I can’t fathom them even considering such a thing and there’s a horrible growing dread in my stomach thinking about them actually doing it. I can only imagine Jack is absolutely rolling in his grave.

I’m truly at a loss for words for how horrifying and offensive this is. This is NOT a piece of media that you can reinvent however you want. When you’re taking on an openly Christian work with a large Christian fanbase, you treat that with respect. Aslan is not just a leader, just any authority figure, just any lion — Aslan is THE Lion (even my phone knows it, because it autocorrected to a capitalized Lion when I wrote it the first time!). He’s not just an allegory, he’s literally supposed to be the ACTUAL Jesus, in-universe. If the dialogue in VotDT about coming to know him by another name in our world wasn’t clear enough, Last Battle EXTREMELY BLATANTLY describes him no longer appearing like a lion and switches to a capitalized He. This isn’t just disrespecting a figure that people ascribe Christlike attributes and themes to, this is disrespecting Jack’s representation of the real, actual Savior. You do NOT play with that lightly.

Aslan is male. Christ is male. I’ve seen people make arguments that God could be anything and so they choose to call Him a she or a they just to defy the idea of Him being a man, but He came down to this world as a man and calls Himself male. There’s literally nothing further to discuss. He has the final word on what He is, and as far as I’m concerned, that final word was had long before human life was even on this earth. We don’t get to decide what we want Him to be. Even if you’re not Christian and therefore don’t believe that you’re disrespecting a real God, it’s nevertheless disrespectful to believers everywhere and that alone should give one pause before committing to something like this.

I’m just blown out of the water by this. An absolute slap in the face and then some to fans of Narnia. This would be literally and metaphorically shaving Aslan’s mane before he even hits the table.

[imogenkol]

Your posts about Bix arc made me feel very validated, I was going crazy seeing people praising it all the time. Her arc made me feel disappointed and honeslty, uncomfortable too. In season 1, we see her happy and healthy and independent and she is clearly over Cassian's bullshit. And now, we don't know anything about their relationship other than what is said in interviews, we are just supposed to care that they are madly in love. The fact that they're pushed together because Bix literally lost everything and he is the only thing she has left is also sad. She is only with him because she has nothing else and is isolated? That is a textbook abusive relationship (I'm not calling him abusive, but it's the impression it gives me). He doesn't listen to her or respects her decisions, he treats her like a responsability and an obligation and the only times he looks a little happy around her is when they are making out or she is flirting with him. What the hell am I supposed to get from this relationship? I feel so bad for her, she deserved so much better. And again, when she is finally healthy, she leaves him (they made it all about him, but at least it was her decision). But she runs away in the middle of the night, just like someone trying to leave an abusive relationship where they can't have a dialogue with their partner. I know relationships are not perfect, but it's like they made it specially bad on purpose, and people think it's something beautiful. Maybe I just don't have such a low bar for what to expect of the writing of female characters and relationships in media. Sorry for the vent.

Bix has been my favorite character since the beginning. I saw so much potential in her and hearing all of the praise for season 2 before it came out I had really high expectations for her storyline. I was a little worried because I had a gut feeling things might not go the way I hoped for her, but I chose to be cautiously optimistic, especially since the first season is phenomenal. Though one of my biggest criticisms for s1 is how Bix was just sitting in that hotel room being tortured and miserable for several episodes, I hoped that maybe they would give her more to do. So to not only see all of that potential be utterly wasted, but to see it wasted in the most disrespectful way possible to her character and all that she has endured, fills me with such a profound sadness.

We have three more episodes of Andor and then it’s over. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t wait for it to be over. And I sincerely hope that we don’t see Bix again because I just do not want to deal with any more disappointment with her character 🫠

[unnecessary-dinosaurs]

*Long, exasperated sigh*

Ok. Chaos Theory season two review.

Spoilers below the cut. This might be a long one.

When this show was first announced, I was thrilled. The characters that meant so much to me would be coming back in a new series. I almost cried once after the first teaser leaked because I was just so excited to see Darius again. I was admittedly a little nervous too. Camp Cretaceous ended on such a good note. Did we really need a continuation? Going into the first season, I was cautiously optimistic.

Then it came and went. I liked it fine, but it wasn’t the same as Camp Cretaceous. In the following months I felt the years long grip JWCC had on me start to loosen. So by the time this season two came around, I was the least excited I ever had been for a new season.

For all of its run, Camp Cretaceous was so good because it simply refused the flaws of the current Jurassic movies. Where the JW trilogy prioritized action, JWCC prioritized the characters and their bonds. Where JW treated dinosaurs like scary monsters, JWCC treated them like animals. Where JW didn’t know when to end, JWCC ended when its story was finished.

Chaos Theory feels like this side story finally adhering to the rules of the franchise. The characters take a backseat to convoluted plots and mature dinosaur action. The story continues even though it doesn’t need to.

I’m not saying the season is horrible or even bad. I just feel like this show, despite its many strengths, hasn’t yet justified its existence to me. If you’re going to uproot the amazing ending of the first show, it has to be for good reason. And I’m just not convinced yet.

First, what I liked about the season:

-The first episode was genuinely so good. Like seriously amazing stuff. Great atmosphere and tension and sets up the rest of the season nicely.

-Brooklynn!! My least favorite camper in JWCC was my favorite this time around. Her flaws were layered and interesting and her motivations were compelling. Her flashback episode was my second favorite. Her relationship with Ronnie was good, and I consistently found myself drawn more to her side of the story.

-This kind of goes without saying but the art direction is still just so good. The lighting is so perfect, the models and the way they move are perfect, everything is just really nice visually.

-I liked the ending. I was worried that everyone would be happy and reunited by the end of the season and it would be too easy, so I’m glad they’re stretching out the conflict.

-The video call scene in episode three. It was just really cute. Good cute moment.

Ok. And now what I didn’t like so much:

-I feel like nothing happened this season? Like all the information in these ten episodes could have been condensed to five. Just really frustrating pacing. Felt like a lot of filler (a whole season of filler).

-I’m just really upset with how the characters were written. Why were none of them (except Brooklynn) interesting? Who even are these people? Why do they have the most generic dialogue ever? Like, I’m expected to care about Kenji, but that’s just literally not Kenji. He doesn’t look, sound, talk, or act like Kenji. Why is his character just being angry and making bad puns now? Why is Ben so boring? Arguably the most interesting character in JWCC is just some guy now? I know a lot of people will disagree with me on this but I can hardly be convinced to feel for these versions of the Nublar Six.

-The new characters were ok at best. They were all serviceable and likable, but I just couldn’t really understand why they were there. Zayna was completely fine, but I saw no reason for her to tag along the entire season. I really just don’t think she contributed much besides acting as a tour guide. The scientist guy was just completely one dimensional. Evil scientist. That’s the character.

-And the best new character from last season just never came back. Where was The Handler? She was such a highlight last season and she had one scene. Bummer.

-The Camp Fam finding out that B is alive was so underwhelming? It felt random and undeserved. There was little build up so what should’ve been a really important moment didn’t have much gravity for me.

-I get what they were trying to do with the hippos and lions but I just don’t really care, sorry. I’m watching Jurassic World, I want to see dinosaurs. I at least appreciate the thought though.

-I wish Brooklynn’s plot hadn’t been faking being bad to get cozy with Santos. It felt like a rehash of Darius pretending to be with Kash in season four of JWCC. A much better rehash, yes, but a rehash nonetheless. I just wish they’d done something more interesting there.

-There were several plot points from last season that were hardly/never brought up. Darius’s crush on Brooklynn, Ben’s girlfriend, Sammy and her family, etc. Why?

I have more stuff I could say but I don’t want it to seem like I think this is the worst season of tv ever. Or even the worst season in JWCC/CT. There’s a lot of genuinely good stuff in here, I just feel like it gets meddled with all the junk being in a franchise comes with. Camp Cretaceous avoided it to an extent, but eventually, it caught up. I know a lot of people like this show and I’m happy for them, but I’m just not one of them. I hope my complaints are addressed in future seasons, but honestly, I won’t count on it.

[jakemoogle]

Gen 6/X and Y is such a fascinating gen.

I always look back fondly on X and Y and while retrospectively, I kind of think it’s not AS good as it was on launch and after the hype died down months later, I think it’s still a really good game and solid entry into 3D. (Even though Game Freak struggle a LOT more than they let on with making games as it’s been made clear over the last few years) Like, Kalos is a very ‘cozy’ region (can’t find a better word to explain it?) and feels very ‘home-y’. I loved the obvious Paris influence for it and Gen 6’s Pokemon is also pretty good and I like almost all of them.

But it’s also clear how shafted and quickly cut it was. We ABSOLUTELY were meant to get some sort of Z game or sequel to focus on Zygarde, which never happened, and their plans on it… ended up being thrown in very shoehorned in Gen 7/Sun and Moon and felt so out of place. Not to mention the cut content and how bare bones this felt the most in terms of post game, and things that had a LOT more potential but didn’t happen.

I just have a lot of special feelings for Gen 6, mostly good but how much BETTER it could have been. So I’m cautiously optimistic for Legends Z-A. We’ll see.

[what-even-is-thiss]

The Starfield shattered space DLC looks like it’s gonna have a freaky cult in it and Bethesda does freaky cults really well so I have a sliver of hope about this one. I’m being cautious but also if this DLC finally makes Starfield good I’m not gonna be complaining. Or maybe complaining only a little bit. Bethesda has a pretty good track record with its DLC expansion content. Far Harbor is often cited as one of the best fallout games of all time even though it’s just a DLC.

I’m being cautiously optimistic. Let me be clear. I wanted to like Starfield. I sincerely hope that this DLC whenever it comes out makes Starfield better. I’m not holding my breath though because it’s still Starfield. It’s not good at committing to anything.

If this DLC can really commit to the bit though we could potentially have something beautiful on our hands. Bethesda needs to commit to the bit! They’ve lost their way because they stopped diving recklessly into the weirdness.