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@liamxryder reblogged your photoset “Look “All right, Daddy,” is a seminal moment in this show & we should always be thinking about it, but in many ways John...”

#you see a guy like chas coming toward you#this is the only acceptable reaction

this guy gets it.

[zaritarazi]

liamxryder replied to your post: was dinah confirmed as bisexual in the comics bc i...

According to tvtropes: “Black Canary was originally supposed to mention that she was "75% heterosexual.” Unfortunately, a series of miscommunications between the writers, artists and printers of the issue resulted in this being changed to “heterosexual to the bone.” Gail Simone has stated that, according to her, Canary is bisexual.“

once again i oil up to fight dan didio

[momomomma2]

“What would you say if I asked you to go down on me right now?” LiamxScott

Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

“Question for you.”

Scott lazily rolls his head against the back of the couch, the beer making his vision swim pleasantly before he’s able to focus on Liam. The other man looks uncharacteristically serious, slouched in the corner with a foot propped on the table and a unwavering--if a bit dilated--stare. He hums, arching one brow as he takes another lazy swallow.

“What would you say if I...asked you to go down on me right now?”

A laugh bursts from his mouth before he can help it, Scott slapping a hand across in an attempt to hold it back as Liam jerks like he’s been hit. He scrambles to wave it between them, trying to speak through the laughing fit.

“Is--is this like the whole ‘one night or marriage’ thing?”

“Maybe I’ve been thinking about it.” Liam shrugs, still not looking totally at ease, and Scott hums once more before setting his cup down on the table.

“Well...I don’t think I’d say much of anything. I’ve been wanting to and if you’re offering it--I think I’d just do it.”

“Do what?”

Scott narrows his eyes, lust threading through the haze of booze that settled over him, sobering him just enough that he doesn’t trip on his words.

“I’d sink to my knees--your legs are open enough it wouldn’t be hard--pull out your cock and suck you off. Right here and now. Drive you absolutely wild with my mouth and have you begging for more.”

Liam exhales quietly, eyes falling shut as some unreadable emotion creases his brow. Scott opens his mouth, ready to take it back if need be, before Liam grins, small and shy, looking up at him from under his lashes.

“That’s--wow. I...maybe? When I’m sober and can appreciate it? I’d like to--I mean, I’ve never--try?”

“It’d be my absolute pleasure to pop your cherry.”

“Shut up,” Liam scrambles behind him for something to throw, laughing the whole while. “You’re the worst! The disrespect, Pathfinder!”

[andromenon]

LiamxScott + #23

writing prompts “Is that my shirt?”

Scott might lack a certain amount of poise the other Pathfinders possess–which is no doubt why Alec originally chose Cora as his second, outside of the whole nepotism thing–but Scott understands the gravity of the situation at hand, most the time. He holds back on the jokes and self-depricating comments until their lives aren’t immediately in danger, anyway. He tries to be nice to the directors. He succeeds, most the time.

Like at crew meetings. He’s five minutes into a speech on relations with Kadara now that Reyes is in charge when he notices the way Liam’s looking at him.

Scott winks, once, but otherwise goes on with his meeting. Fifteen minutes later (moving on from Reyes and into the Initiative’s new outpost, fuck it sounds boring to his own ears), when Scott can sense the boredom coming off his team, when all he can feel is the heat in Liam’s gaze, he dismisses them mid-sentence.

“Liam,” he says, before he can disappear. “Got a minute?”

“For you?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. All professional, except for the glint in his eyes. “I have a few.”

Scott waits until everyone’s gone, peering over the balcony before pulling Liam against him by the hips. “Wanna tell me what the bedroom eyes were for?”

Liam’s gaze darts from Scott’s eyes, to his lips, to his chest. He uncrosses his arms and drapes them over Scott’s shoulders. “Is that my shirt, Pathfinder?” He whistles, low. “Risky, you know. People could talk.”

Looking down to his own chest, Scott sees Liam’s right. Besides the fact it doesn’t fit him as well, there’s the blue fabric on the shoulders–no question about it. Scott had been in a rush to make a meeting with Tann and Addison that morning over vid con–he hadn’t even noticed.

Strictly speaking, fraternizing with your crew isn’t accepted among Pathfinders, but strictly speaking Scott doesn’t actually give a shit, either. He grins, slow, and looks back up to Liam. His pupils are blown wide, and makes no effort to hide how into the idea he is. “Come on, Liam,” Scott says, dipping his head forward so his lips are ghosting over Liam’s, “you’re a risk-taker.”

Liam’s eyes flutter closed, so Scott lets his droop, as well. Runs his hands up and down Liam’s side until he can feel the full-body shiver every time Scott strokes his torso. He opens his eyes, stroking at the hair at the back of Scott’s neck. “Takes one to know one.” His eyes rake over Scott’s form when he pushes him to stand at arm’s length. “Your quarters, ten minutes? Bet that shirt looks better on the floor.”

[starlightwrites]

Still doing prompts? If yes, classic “A scared of storms, B comforts” with RyderxLiam? Pretty please? 🌸

Hi @skyloftsprincess! I am always up for prompts! Sorry it took me a bit to get back to you here; I’m also in classes so sometimes it takes me a bit. I hope this is what you’re looking for! Prompt after the cut.

Thank you! <3

               She hadn’t thought she would need to worry about rain.

               In hindsight, it seemed silly to think it wouldn’t rain. Eos had lakes and oases with standing water, and they never seemed to dry up, despite the heat. Maybe activating Meridian had triggered the return of a noticeable weather cycle. But still, when she smelled ozone on the air, she hadn’t expected actual rain. It came down hard, in sheets around the Nomad. They’d navigated all sorts of terrain, but the rain made the sand impossible to move through. She threw it into gear and pushed forward in all-wheel drive until they found one of the shallow caves carved into the mountain side and parked the Nomad under cover. Gil would never forgive her if she got the Nomad sunk in the sand or struck by lightning.

               “Well. That was…something. Huh?” Liam stared out the front window, gripping the sides of his seat.

               “I suppose it had to rain sometime.” She squinted out the windshield, but everything on the horizon was blanketed in grey clouds. The storm had rolled in so fast that she’d been temped to think it would blow away just as quick, but it looked like they were in for a blustery afternoon.

               “Yeah. And you said it yourself.” His smile revealed a row of even teeth, but he was still staring ahead. He was probably coming to the same conclusion she was. “You have the worst luck.”

               Cressida opened her door and jumped out of the Nomad right as lightening cracked, striking a sad-looking little tree off in the distance. They had maybe ten feet of cave to move in outside the vehicle, and the rain was coming down so hard it was practically sideways. Even standing right beside the Nomad, she could still feel the occasional droplet on her cheek. Liam followed close behind. The low growl of thunder shook pebbles out of the walls.

The whole thing was a little bit of a pain, but there was also a twinge of pride because she, Cressida Ryder, had brought the rain back. No need for applause, ladies and gentlemen! She stretched her arms out and a breeze whipped a fine, cool mist into the cave. It swept over her armor and clung to her hair. She sighed and stepped back to where Liam was standing, close to their vehicle.

               “So much for a picnic by the radio dish,” she said.

               “Will you still have to repair it?”

               She looked back at him. His shoulders were a straight line, stiff, but he looked slightly less than thrilled. Lightning struck again and he jumped. Very less than thrilled. She wrapped an arm around his bicep and squeezed.  

               “Are you alright, Liam?”                “Fine. Just a little rain, right?”

               He didn’t take his eyes off the wall of water that shot down from the mouth of the cave, drilling into the rocky ground.

               “Are you afraid of storms?”

               There was the twinge of a frown on his face, which was answer enough, but after a moment he replied “yeah, a little. But everyone is afraid of something, right?”

               The air around them crackled. She could feel in over her skin, the anticipation, and then with a crash, lightening arced down right in front of the mouth of the cave. He jerked her back against the Nomad as if the lightning would chase them from outside. Very slowly, she reached out and gripped his hand tight. She signaled SAM to open the doors back up and practically crammed him back into the passenger’s seat, sealing the door shut behind him. She climbed back into the Nomad, and found Liam sitting where she’d put him, stock still. Liam was never that still; he was constantly moving or fidgeting or jiggling his leg.

There had to be something she could do, but she couldn’t think of much that would be helpful, so she did the only thing she could think of. She clambered over the center console, an awkward process in full armor, and squished herself into his seat. The seat was not built to accommodate them, but she maneuvered her legs over his until she was half in his lap. That seemed to get his attention. Liam made a quiet grunting sound in surprise as she flailed. She almost kneed him in the chest trying to get comfortable, and he had to help adjust her more than once so she didn’t topple right over and land on the floor. Well. No one had ever said she was graceful.

               “What are you doing?”

               “Helping, now shut up and let me be cute.”

               “Cress, this is—ow, you’re kicking me.” He heaved her knee away from his diaphragm, but she’d earned a slight chuckle in the process, which seemed like a good start. She pulled herself up into his lap so that they were eye-to-eye. Thunder nearly jostled her right off of him, but his arm seized around her middle at the last second.

               ‘There. See? I’m helping.”

               He kissed the tip of her nose and hugged her tight. She couldn’t feel his heartbeat through his suit, but SAM jumped in—helpful as ever—to let her know that it was unusually high. She could see a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

               “Do you want to play ‘I spy’?”

               “There are all of three things in this cave.” He laughed, startled more than anything, but didn’t quite look at her. Cressida could feel the heat of his breath across her throat when he settled his chin on her shoulder.

               “I know. I spy with my little eye something rocky.”

               “Is it rocks?”

               “How’d you know?!” She stripped off her gauntlets and tossed them on the ground so she could rest a hand on the back of his skull, holding him close. “You’re turn.”

               His other arm wrapped around her legs, holding her in place. “Alright. I spy something purple.”

               “My armor?”

               “Bingo.” His breathing steadied. The rain was so loud she could hear it while inside the Nomad, and that was just plain impressive. He had a snug hold on her. She scratched her nails against his scalp in soothing circles.

               “I spy something blue.”

               “My armor?”

               “Yup! You again.”

               “I spy something wet.” He was still looking straight out the window like he was hypnotized.

               She tapped her lip and hummed like she was thinking before he nudged her shoulder with his chin. “Alright, alright. The rain?”

               “Mmhm.” A strong gust of wind threw rain against the windshield with a sound like a million bullets peppering the glass. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

               “I spy something grey.”

               ‘The sky?”

               “No.”

               ‘The clouds?”

               “Nope.”

               He pulled his head back to look up at her and he was so intent on figuring out what she could possibly be talking about that he barely even winced when lightning arched down to the ground.

               “Okay, you got me. I give up.”

               She tapped the zipper that was sitting on his collar.

               “That’s silver.”

               “Same thing.”

               “No it’s not.”

               “Is too.”

               “That doesn’t count.” He grinned up at her.

               “No one likes a sore loser, Kosta.” She rested her forehead against his and then, slowly, pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth until he yielded and kissed her back. His thumb rolled over her cheek.

               “No one likes a cheater, Ryder,” he mumbled against her mouth.

               She burrowed against him until she could rest her cheek on his chest. Liam had all but forgotten about the rain. His hand made a slow circuit from her shoulder to her elbow. She could feel warmth radiating from him again, a private sunshine.

               “You’re the best, you know that?” He pulled her close to his chest, ignoring all the pointy ends on her armor.

               “I’ll remember you said that the next time you’re mad at me.”

[scottryder-spacetwink]

ok i just want you to know that this liam sketch you just posted? it's wonderful and it added 10 years to my life. your art is always a fucking wonder, thanks for sharing it with us !!!

oh!! wow thank you so much!!! ahh I’m so glad you like it!!

[omegastation]

itsajoshyboy replied to your post “please tell us all your f/f and m/m andromeda pairings!!”

I like BroRyder/Tann too; their dynamic just seems interesting to me. I love everything on this list, and the only one I'd personally add is Suvi/Vetra. I just have a feeling that they'd work really well.

omg someone else likes that pairing!!!!! it is really interesting

And I would really like Suvi/Vetra :)

liamxryder replied to your post “please tell us all your f/f and m/m andromeda pairings!!”

how about sisRyder/Addison? (also i might be 2k into writing that 'liam realizes he's not that straight' fic...)

I haven’t figured Addison out yet, but why not? Also Addison/Kesh :)

and yay for the fic!!!!

[judyjetsonhookah]

liamxryder replied to your post: ah, yes. me. the “nasty bully”. i wonder who this...

the mystery of this anons identity is so opaque… fuck yourself anon

it’s as bad/worse than a scooby doo villain tbh.