#heavylies

[flovoid]

“RUN CYBER RUN!!!”

collab with @simminginstars SHARRKKSSSSSS!!!

[fah-keet]

Hiiiii, have some gego’s without spice but a bit of flavour

[yael-art-den]

(1/2) Karim backstory. Idk when I'll continue writing this summary but this is all pre-Fort Joy and a bit post

First things first: noble family, elven mother & human father, both VERY notable Source sorcerers. Mom left the veneration of the Elder Trees (unfortunately elves in the setting are Like That) to join human society in the form of Investigation and Development of the Arcane (for war. It was for war), which in a kingdom that's at war every two plot beats against Multidimensional Threats, turns out to be a very profitable endeavor. They're new money, but as long as they can keep working with the Order for a couple more generations, it will secure their lineage a very comfortable spot.

Sorcery is not fully inherited, but it is fairly common as long as it's nurtured properly, and everything works out for the firstborn and secondborn (Karin's older brothers). Sister turns out fine, she's not a natural like the first one or can learn her way into getting magic like the second one, but it hits right before being a pre-teen. She's just a bit more artsy about her magic, whatever. The two elders got engaged extremely quickly to strengthen political bonds between houses, she can get to be the "artistic, creative soul" as long as you quit that shit after a few years and get a political marriage soon. Chop chop!

Then Karim comes into the picture. The youngest. Doesn't show any signs of sorcery early on, but that's okay, he can learn how to- oh you are not good at studying? And unable to perform basic spells? Well, I'm sure it will awaken soon. You MUST be doing something wrong. Everyone is Getting It very early on, so there must be something wrong with you, in particular. Why are you like that? Are you doing it wrong on purpose?

Early teenage years hit and he's still Source-less. He has never been treated badly, but there is this non-spoken known secret around him that he's not an equal. To make up for this shame, he needs to be Perfect in everything else (behavior, manners, studies) because it's BAD enough that your mom has to make excuses for you about why you haven't Awoken yet, he cannot make it worse. No one forces him to do this, but it gives him a slight hint of hope, of control. If he works hard enough, sacrifices enough, he will get there.

He doesn't.

He's the youngest, he cannot be married off yet, so his family's best option for him is to join the military and get status that way. He doesn't join as a private, of course, but as a paladin squire to start working upwards. Of course he's a sorcerer, but his call is for the Divine Order and to become a knight. So his family gets both an excuse for his Source-less behavior AND get the unmarriable kid sent away. Win-win.

Military life WAS an improvement tho. There was something soothing about knowing exactly what to do, how to do it, who was in command and what was being asked of you. At this point Karim is already a master of "i cannot be left alone with my thoughts I need to Always Do Stuff", and there was always something to be done. Mantras to be repeated while on watch so he wouldn't have to take a single look inside himself.

He was to be treated as this almost saint-like figure, a Sorcerer, of course, but someone who refused to use his powers for the sanctity of Knighthood. He was never a particularly bellicose person, and he tried to shape his paladin persona into more of a War Medic role, whose healing powers helped the real, actual medicine he knew.

This was his place, or the closest thing he had ever felt to belonging somewhere. He was loved (for something he didn't do), and respected (for a persona that he wasn't) but his near-null introspective meant that this was enough for him.

Be content, and be grateful. Be admired, but never understood. And above all, be useful.

When the Magister reform hit and all non-humans were removed from their positions at the Order, he was spared because his family pulled some strings and "well he's just HALF elf. He doesn't look Like That©. And he has a beard!" but it doesn't mean that the new racist policies didn't hit him hard. The only reasonable option in his mind was to work harder, to prove he deserved his spot to people who wanted to see him gone. It's okay, if only he's a good enough boy he will be fine!!!!

THEN the order to render all magic illegal and send sorcerers to Fort Joy is sent. His family is in grave danger, but like it happens inside the game, a lot of bad situations can be made easier with money. They bribe their way into hiding, but letting them ALL go would be obvious, plus the Magisters need reassurance that they won't turn on them once they're safely out of the city. And so, without his knowledge or consent, Karim gets used as a bargain chip.

The only thing he gets told is that he is to be sent to the Fort as a prisoner to keep his family safe, so they don't have to go. He will be fine, he isn't a sorcerer after all, it's just bureaucracy. He just needs to go through whatever cure they're administering and then come back, good as new!

He, of course, goes with it. Even when he discovers that that place WILL be his grave and he got sent there to die, he still wanted to stay. To be martyrd and to finally deserve love, even in death. He helped the party escape and they, in return, pretty much forced him to go with them (so this dumbass didnt DIE)

He still has a long way to go. He's now an actual sorcerer and Godwoken, so more outside pressure on him to perform his role, yippeee... But having a group of people who genuinely like him for himself and don't want anything in return is helping

[cypress-empress]

Hi!! I really really liked your Helen cosplay so I sketched it real quick!!! Hope that's okay :]

IM GONNA SHIT MY PANTS WHAT THE FUCK

[mordion]

Omg i hadn't even noticed the picture... i went from having copuim to BELIEVING

Emma showing up at some point? It seems like she has a picture of Mimi on her desk.

[nottriddlethis]

. If you are ill, use it fully

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: everyone calls you a Slytherin princess. Cold, beautiful and out of reach. You've never been interested in someone. But Mattheo Riddle..intimidating and confident, and you are too ill tonigh to contrtol yourself.

warnings: none i guess? Despite a little bit of soft Mattheo, some deep kisses, and a lot of words, but I love some fluff tension

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It was the middle of the night, and you found yourself unable to sleep. The dorm felt suffocating—too warm, too oppressive. Wrapping yourself in a thick blanket, you slipped out of bed and padded quietly down the spiral staircase, your steps soft against the cold floor. The Slytherin common room, on the contrary, was cold and dimly lit, the greenish glow of the underwater windows reflecting off the dark stone walls.

Halfway down the stairs, you froze. Mattheo Riddle stood at the bottom, leaning casually against the banister, his dark, piercing eyes catching yours. He was smoking. Brazenly and shamelessly. He was as intimidating as ever, with his air of detached confidence and a coldness that made your stomach tighten. Dangerous, they all called him, and not without reason.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, smooth, and sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. It seems, you heard his voice so close and so raw for the first time ever.

You clutched the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “Kind of. It’s… too hot in there,” you murmured, barely audible, and moved to step past him.

He watched your every step piercingly, heavyly. To put it bluntly, you were used to guys looking at you, wanting to talk to you, noticing your appearance and not depriving you of their attention. You often heard whispers like "Slytherin princess", "Slytherin prude", "snow queen" just because you didn't throw yourself at anyone who looked at you. But they never looked at you like that. And it made you awkwardly make your every movement under the fastest rhythm of your heart. Besides you weren't at your good condition. You didn't want him seeing you like this.

But Mattheo, as he often did, didn’t let things go so easily. Without a word, he turned and followed you into the empty night common room. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting flickering shadows over the furniture. You sat down on the sofa closest to the flames, tucking your legs under and wrapping yourself with the blanket. You thought he might leave you alone, but Mattheo took a seat beside, his presence unsettling and magnetic at the same time.

“You look awful for Slytherin princess” he said bluntly, but there was no mockery in his tone, only observation.

You gave a weak laugh, lips curling faintly at the corners. “Slytherin princesses turn into grindylow at night.”

Mattheo chuckled and tilted his head, studying you. You were definitely not at your best now. Your hair was knotted and disheveled. Your eyes were red and slightly puffy. And summing up, you looked surprisingly simple and free, unlike the you everyone noticed: always confident, well-dressed, with perfect hair and makeup. Like a princess, really.

But even right now could he afford to reach for you? He raised his hand, reached out and lightly touched your hair, his fingers brushing through the messy strands. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. You turned head slightly, only to find Mattheo's dark eyes fixed on the strands of your hair. Emboldened by the lack of protest, he began carefully untangling the knots, his movements slow and deliberate.

You swallowed hard, your hands gripping the edges of the blancket to keep yourself grounded. The cold room suddenly felt warmer, and you wasn’t sure if it was because of the fire crackling in the hearth or the way Mattheo’s fingers were brushing against your scalp. Your heart raced as you felt his fingers glide through your now smoother hair. Every now and then, his knuckles would graze the back of your neck, sending a flutter of something you couldn’t quite name straight to your chest. It was disarming, this softer side of Mattheo, the boy you’d always thought of as sharp-edged and untouchable.

You sat in silence for a while, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire. Сombing your hair one last time, he ran his fingers over your forehead a little longer, gathering the curls. Then, he finally realized an unusual warmth. “For Merlin's sake! You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, but your trembling hands gave you away. Mattheo frowned and leaned closer, his palm brushing against your forehead more longer. The touch that made you take your breathe away again. Tremble and lean to desired cool.

“You have a fever,” he said sharply. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a cold compress, pressing it gently to your forehead. “You shouldn’t be down here like...” The sound of your moaning at the cold compress squeezed his heart in a vice. For Merlin's sake.

You pulled your blanket tighter around yourself. Mattheo looked down and let out a low sigh, his expression softening in a way that was rare for him. “You should't wrap yourself up, it won't help.” Without another word, he tugged the blanket off your shoulders, ignoring your weak protest. He watched as cold air of common room sends goosebumps to your body. How they run over your open shoulders, down to collarbones and arms. He was sure that if he looked even lower, he would see the outlines of what his imagination had already drawn.

"If you wrap yourself up like that, the temperature might rise even higher. You need something in between.." he put the blancket aside. And when the cold unpleasantly licked your body, you protested even more desperately. You were going to hug yourself with your hands but your feverish brain began to work ahead. You turned to Mattheo, stretching your hands forward in a silent demand.

For just a second, surprise flashed in his eyes, and then was immediately replaced by satisfaction. Before you could react, he slid an arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you effortlessly into his lap.

“Oi, I didn't think you really do” your quite voice was a mixture of surprise and indignation, but he silenced you with a look.

“I don't hesitate” He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around you. His hands, warm and steady, rested lightly on your sides, radiating heat that chased away your shivers.

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For a few moments, you sat stiffly, your heart racing, but then you relaxed into him, too tired to analyze. His warmth was soothing, and the quiet sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was oddly comforting.

“You don’t have to…” you began, but Mattheo interrupted. “Just stop arguing and rest,” he said firmly, his voice low and surprisingly gentle. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

You smiled faintly, your eyelids growing heavy, brain as dizzy as it was for letting you say things directly “And you’re bossy. For the first time in my life I want to obey”

Mattheo clenched his jaw, trying not to let the wave of heat spread throughout his body. The unattainable and cold Slytherin princess asked for his arms and spoke into his neck about submission. He took a deep breath and spread his legs wider, so that, Merlin forbid, she wouldn't feel the force of her influence on his body. “Get some sleep, princess. I’ll keep you warm.”

And as the fire crackled softly and the world faded into quiet stillness, you let yourself drift off, safe in his arms. Your breathing was slow and deep, but sleep eluded you. Your cheek rested against Mattheo's shoulder, and you couldn’t help but notice the subtle, lingering scent of his cologne. It was earthy and warm, with faint woody undertones that seemed to ground you in the moment. The scent was intoxicating, pulling your attention in a way you have always dreamt under cover of night and with the curtains drawn.

Without even realizing it at first, you leaned closer, cold compress fell down, your nose brushing near his neck as you took in his scent more deeply. It was comforting, yet strangely alluring. Shamelessly, you murmured, half-asleep but sincere, “You smell good.”

Mattheo stilled for a moment. He hadn’t expected the comment, and the way your voice sounded—soft and unguarded—sent an unexpected jolt through him. A low laugh escaped his lips, though his heart felt as if it had skipped a beat. “Thanks, I guess,” he replied, his tone dark and teasing, inside, something stirred. The way you were now… made him crave your soul and body even more.

As you shifted slightly, pressing closer into the crook of his neck, Mattheo swallowed hard. His usual cool detachment felt as if it were unraveling, thread by thread. You suddenly trusted him enough to be vulnerable, to rest against him like this, and it was both disarming and... exhilarating. “You’re shameless, you know that?” he teased, his voice low and edged with warmth. He didn’t mind at all: the way you clung to him, the way you made his guarded world feel just a little less cold. The way the unattainable girl were sitting on top of him.

" 've lways been" you confessed. The scent of him—warm, woody, and impossibly him—was enough to make you feel this way, even in your hazy, half-awake state. You finally felt that you can be your imperfect self. You didn't try to stop yourself, the words spilled from your lips.

“Mattheo?” you whispered, your voice barely audible against the stillness.

“Hm?” His low hum vibrated against your lips where they were pressed lightly to his neck. Not-so-close-enough.

“Can I…” You paused. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you swore you could hear it echoing in the room. But you pushed forward, unable to stop now. “I want to kiss you”

The demand hung in the air, fragile and trembling. For a moment, you thought he hadn’t heard you. But then you felt it—his body stiffening ever so slightly, his breath catching in his throat. Slowly, he pulled back, just enough to look at you. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, burned with an intensity that stole whatever composure you had left. No one was going to believe him. Slytherin princess..

“You’re asking for permission or what?” he murmured, his voice low and edged with raw desire. His lips curved into a slight smirk, but there was no mockery in his expression—just breathtaking attraction.

You nodded, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. "My first..."

You didn't even finish. A low, primal growl escaped his mouth. Damn it. She was as innocent as desired by everyone. So fuck no he is going to share from now and on.

You was the first to close the gap. Your lips brushed his softly at first, tentative and hesitant. It was slow, almost unsure, but still enough to make Mattheo’s breath hitch. His body froze, every part of him fixated on the way you tasted. You lingered there, savoring the moment, tasting him again, licking the lower lip then the upper one, capturing them with your own. Drinking him. Marking him with your saliva. For now.

When your lips moved against his just a bit more boldly, you gasped at sudden motion. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Not enough. His hand moved to your chin, his thumb pressing there making you open your mouth. Into his own inferno. Here. His tongue slid inside, harshly brushed across the soft palate, then crawled under your tongue and intertwined with it.

It was no longer tentative or sweet—it was a storm. Mattheo kissed you like he was claiming you, as if raising the standards so no one will ever reach them. His lips pressed harder, demanding more from you, and his free arm threading through your hair with a possessive grip that sent a shiver down your spine. He angled your face, taking your body fully under control. You felt like his strong arms ghost everywhere. So to ground yourself a little more your hands gripping at his shirt. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and so undeniably him.

Under the heating fever and his hot kisses your head was melting down. Any touch and any thought blurs, sending you into the kaleidoscope of sensatoins. You are slightly drifting away.

Throught the burning desire to swallow the all of you, Mattheo managed to feel your weakness. "hey princess, wait..." You groan at the loss of his warm lips and pulled closer. He left a light kiss to the corner of your lips. "I will give you more than enough when you recover, beautiful."

"I will take it all" you confidently promised him, making him chuckle. Your head was getting heavier and you had to put it back on his shoulder.

"Your wish is my command" his whisper almost audible, but you smiled.

[petalsonmoon]

you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon.

"it's ridiculous." then he leaned his body foward, his fingers meeting his toes. an elongation you would take embarrasingly months to be able to do that flawlessly.

"and really fucking stupid" he proceeds his thoughts.

"oh please, do go on." you look down to your notes and continue to write your ridiculous ideas.

the sun was far too bright and where its glow met the leaves of the large number of trees around you they were gleaming, like they were immensely happy.

"i hope your little notebook accidently burns to ashes."

"kind of you to say accidently."

"yeah no problem at all"

you glance up to find that he has his knee bended to his chest and quickly look back to the pen in your hand. quite misteriously your hands are stained from it.

"you making the walking sleeping bag one too?" his voice is raspy and angry and very clear. how does he sound so good while doing post training stretching?

perhaps you're looking too much into it. your crush makes you a bit giddy, idiotic in a lot of senses. makes you feel a child just like the word itself is infant. crush.

you sigh heavyly.

"still deciding" you draw a little explosion on the corner of the page.

"might as well do it for class b too."

"if i got a penny for every dramatic sentence that came out of your mouth-"

he had his back to you but he insisted on turning his head to you to send you the most chilling glare for exactly 3 seconds. that's his stupidity. his eyes were already too pretty in your eyes for you to feel an ounce of that anger.

"-only today i'd have like," you scrunch your nose "the amount of money equivalent to the ferocity of all might's powers."

he doesn't bother to look at you again and you smile.

"would you look at that. i should look for the person with this quirk."

he growls. loud. and you're smile is genuine.

he sits up straight, his back to you and starts leisurely move his neck. that's the sign he's almost done.

"putting too much money for those idiots.”

"it's not that much" you reason. "don't feel that way for too long, you're getting one too."

with that, it's over.

he turns to you and when those red eyes meet yours the trees are for sure shinning somewhat brighter.

the response for your affirmation it's a furrow between his eyebrows. his skin glowing a bit but that's not your absurd heart speaking, it's just his sweat.

"uhum" now you're messing with the grass. it estabilizes you. "yours is actually the only one that i drew and painted myself. the other ones i made with suna from the support course"

an ant crawled into your point finger.

"but don't tell them that." you whisper.

the ant made it to your pulse when you feel a literal body falling on top of you.

"you motherfucker! you are drenched-"

"that shitty little brain of yours-" his face on your neck. his words and breathing warming your whole body. you are exploding on the inside. how ironic.

"-and your stupid handmade keychains for the whole class" and then he lighly bites where your neck meets your shoulder.

his hands trails your arms, his fingers are burning pathways in your skin until they meet your hands and they interlock with your fingers. then he finally lifts his head and looks at you and what you're feeling is something words can't understand.

"i was gonna wait until graduation."

"tomorrow, you mean."

he bites your chin and you're so fucking certain you'll melt any second now. "because of that fucking tone i'm going to burn all of your little gifts."

you smile at him trying to match his damn audacity. his charm? his mind blowing handsomeness? "i'll murder you."

you blink and feel his breath on your neck again. "do it now, cupcake." then. his maddening warm and soft lips leaves a kiss under your earlobe. you close your eyes. "you have the power to."

"don't wait until tomorrow."

he lifts his head again and there's a smirk with a softness in the corner of it on his face. "or?"

"i might die." you whisper. it is serious to you. you need his lips on yours this very second. with his eyes on yours, telling you every adoration you thought about him for the last couple of months before going to bed, you think might. actually. die.

"who's the dramatic one now, brat?"

[awkwrdfics]

⤷ dating toji & other random headcanons , * . ₊ ⸜modern au

german shepard boyfriend 100%. tough exterior loyal loving personality

he'd teach you how to work out and use the equipment and the right positions and stuff if you wanted to.

genuinely gets pissed off when you say your insecure about something, this man literally thinks ur perfect with no flaws. "your insecure about that? there's literally nothing fucking wrong with you in my opinion." he says and then cuddles for the rest of the night.

this man has no patience and a short temper, so you guys into disagreements often, rather if their major or petty. once you cried during an argument . at first toji was stand offish as he watched you walk out of the room. as you sat on the couch watching your phone, your eyes were still red and puffy, and toji walked past you warming leftovers. he sighed loudly, he knew he was wrong. he walked over to you. "hey im really sorry about the argument we had earlier," you were silent for a little "you think you could forgive me?" you let out a small smile "yea I forgive you, just don't talk to me like that everrrr again," you say with a playful tone scuffling his hair.

for sure calls u mamas/ma. he obviously has other pet names for u but that's his main thing (doing this headcanon mainly for myself lmfao)

this man is so easily jealous, you'd be talking to some guy and toji will notice how the guy is making "too intense" eye contact with you. and then tries to make a casual excuse for you to stop carrying on the conversation. then later you ask him if he was jealous and he'd deadass be so offended.

he'd be totally down for getting matching tattoos, this man so down bad he would get ur name tattooed on him.

he still gets flustered whenever you compliment him even though you'd been together for some years, he gets embarrassed about but you luv it sooo.

somewhat gentle dom. he isn't really gentle to be honest but he does make sure he doesn't hurt you too much. he does stupid dirty talk check ins "does it feel good huh?" "you like that?" stuff like that

this man is an eatterrr. heavyly likes when you sit on his face, like suffocate him, you always make sure you don't kill him when you do sit on his face. but the way he grips your thighs and push you further down on him one day you may actually kill him.

he wears glasses he just doesn't like to wear them because they make him look "stupid" which honestly is annoying because you think he looks good asf in glasses

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[codnasties]

cod characters jerking off

this post includes: soap, ghost, gaz, price, graves, konig & alejandro (extra: alex)

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soap 🧼- the exhibitionist

soap is defineitely the kind of guy that would get hard on the car, as he's on his way to work, by just thining about how you looked that mornig in bed. imagining how you shold be under him in that thin material that you like you call pijamas. this is the exact reason he leaves early to work, because he always has to deal with an unexpected boner.

and trust me, this man is just going to pull on the side of the road where anyone passing by can get a clear view of him as he rubs one out real quick. fully stripping down - because let's be real, the man's an exhibitionist - and start firsting his red hard cock. hand wrapping around his shaft and making sure to swip his thum over his sensitive tip with every stoke until he makes a mess. his creamy cum dripping down his cock and balls as he's unable to keep his hips still, creamy seed now covering his hand and the driver's seat.

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ghost 👻- slow but with some roughness

you know what? ghost takes his wanks very fucking seriously. like he ain't jerking off unless he has enough time to slowly play with himself and take his sweet time. because the loves to start by palming himself over his pants. pulling his cock out and start languidly stoking his cock and playing with his balls.

but as much as he likes to be soft and slow with himself he also craves a bit of roughness. something to contrast againts the pleasurable wank but also still pleasurable. that's why he sometimes stops mid stroke, pulls his hard cock all the way back and releases it, making it spring full force against his abs. the pleaure of his leaking tip hitting against his hard abs and some extra few slow stokes turning him into a mess. thick cum now covering his dick and stomack and heavyly dripping onto his stomach.

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gaz 🧢- the dirty talker

gaz is a dirty talker, no matter if he's fucking you or his fist. because when he's away he for sure is filling your phone with videos of him stoking his cock and saying all the nasty shit he wants so do to you. because he's unable to stop himself from telling you how good you are, how much him and his cock miss you and asking you if you want or how much you want his cock.

the wet sounds coming from the continuos teasing of his sensitive hard cock mixing with the dirty words he whispers. making sure to give you a good view of his cock as he cums, pearly white and thick cum slowly dribbling from his tip, making sure to fully milk himself dry. especially because he knows those are the videos you watch before recording some yourself to send back to him, that's why he gives his all.

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price 🚬- the rushed wanks

with how much he has on his plate ond how many responsabilities he has, it's quite understandablea that price is a busy man. and as such, he barely has any time for himself, much less to jerk off. so whenever he does, it's always quite rushed, but he always remembers to send you a little video so you can enjoy that beautiful video of his for a bit.

the hastiness showing in the way he pulls his pants only to the middle of his strong hairy thighs, underwear only pushed to a bit lower than his hips to get his dick freed from it's confines. hand hurriedly stroking himself, his alluring pecs moving with each stroke. the pleasure and the final release after a few stresful days making him unable to stop the raspy grunts that leave him as he cums.

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konig 🗡- the timid-hand bator

konig has big hands. ones that much his big cock. ones that could esily wrap around his whole shaft and give himself some full on amazing pleasure. but nope. because konig does those somewhat timid-hand jerk off. the ones in which he barely has his fingers touching his dick - fuck, he might as well just use his thumb an index with how 'delicately' he's toughing himself-.

but that gives him enough stimulation to get off. bitting his shirt out of the way because he is a big mess maker - he ends up hitting his face more than he would like just from thinking about you and your sweet body -. but he also bites his shirt to hel conceal all of the desperate noises he makes as he cums all over himself. stomach covered in his potent seed as he gives himself the last few stokes, giving you a prefect view of those juicy pecs of his.

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graves 🪦 - the double hand jerker

when graves finally gets home he doesn't have to think it twice, he throws his shit by the door, gets his shoes of and beelines thowards the beedroom. he may get his shirt off but the pants don't even make it halfway down his thighs as he throws himself onto the bed, pulls his aching cock out and gets down to business.

and let me tell you, sir philip graves doesn't do a traditional wank. no, he likes to use both of his hands, interlocking his fingers to create the perfect space between them for him to fuck. and even though at first he tries to actually jerk off, he's unable to keep his hips on the bed, bucking up his hard cock into the hole created by his palms. the pleasure and the sensitivity of his cock making him cum hard all over his abdomen and chest, and some of the thick ropes going as far as hitting his face.

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alejandro 🤠 - the palm user

you know what? alejandro is another two-hand bator, just like graves. but unlike the american he doesn't do that shit of interwiring his fingers to create a hole for him to fuck. what he does is use the palms of his hands. sandwiching his hard cock right between them, ensuring max stimulation.

when he jerks off like that he somehow ends up coming even harder than he normaly would. and he ends up making a mess over himself. but trust me, this man doesn't let a single drop of his creamy seed go to waste. he collects it back on his palms and uses it as lube on his still hard cock for round two ;)

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alex 🦿- the accidental mess maker

alex is just the kind of dude to make a mess on his car. trying to release some of that pent up tension before work. jerking his hard cock off right there on the drivers seat as soon as he turnt off the engine. but what he believes would be a quick rub and a little tissue to clean up becomes muck more. because he ends up shooting ropes that have such force they hit the car's roof, making one big mess, and now he has to clean that up :(

[beskars]

@softlys-things sent:

Smokey kiss with Vander... "you'll learn to love it..." *inhales heavyly* SMOKEY KISS WITH VANDER TO TEACH US TO LOVE IT

acquired taste vander x gn reader | 524 words The Last Drop settles into its nightly slumber – chairs upturned on tables, floors swept clean of the day’s debris, the constant hum of conversation replaced by comfortable silence. You finish polishing the last of the glassware while Vander counts the evening’s earnings, his large hands moving deftly despite their size.

Task complete, he reaches into his worn leather jacket, extracting an intricately carved pipe and small pouch of tobacco. The ritual is familiar by now – his broad shoulders relaxing as he settles onto a barstool, strong fingers expertly packing the bowl with practiced motions. You find yourself watching the way the dim light catches on the silver at his temples, contrasting with the darker strands framing his bearded face.

“Don’t know how you can stand that stuff,” you comment, leaning against the counter with feigned casualness.

Vander meets your gaze, those expressive blue eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he strikes a match against his thumbnail with an effortlessness that makes your breath catch. The small flame illuminates the sharp planes of his face, casting shadows that accentuate his strong jaw and the fullness of his lips.

“Acquired taste,” he replies, voice carrying that rumbling depth that never fails to send warmth cascading through your system. He brings the flame to the bowl, inhaling slowly, the tobacco glowing amber as smoke curls upward in lazy spirals.

“Definitely not one I’ll be acquiring,” you counter, watching as he exhales, the rich scent of spiced tobacco filling the space between you – earthy, slightly sweet, unmistakably him.

A hint of that rare smile lifts the corner of his mouth. “I think you could learn to love it,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” you challenge, pulse quickening at the dark amusement in his gaze.

“Yeah,” he confirms, the single syllable somehow both promise and warning.

Before you can respond, his large hand rises to cup your jaw, fingers splayed along your cheek with surprising gentleness. The calloused pad of his thumb traces your lower lip, parting it slightly as he leans forward on the stool. His eyes hold yours, seeking permission without words.

You yield willingly, breath hitching as he takes another slow draw from the pipe before setting it aside. His face hovers inches from yours, close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his skin. When his lips part, he exhales deliberately, the smoke drifting into your slightly opened mouth – warm, fragrant, intimate in a way that makes your knees weaken.

The taste floods your senses – cloves and honeyed oak, undercut with something distinctly masculine that’s all him. Before you can process the sensation fully, his mouth claims yours, beard surprisingly soft against your skin as his lips press firmly against your own. The lingering smoke passes between you, intensifying the taste, his tongue seeking entrance with unhurried confidence.

When he finally pulls back, satisfaction evident in his expression, you find yourself chasing the contact, leaning into the broad palm still cradling your face.

“Still think you won’t acquire the taste?” he asks, voice rougher than before, pupils dilated with obvious desire despite his controlled exterior.

Your only response is to pull him back to you.

thank you @softlys-things for the request!

[valintinedump]

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I'm going insane and @bamsara's art and fic is dragging me further down this hole. Narinder's design and just,,,everything is HEAVYLY based off of the way Bam writes and draws him. ples please PLEASE go check out their stuff, its all very good and pretty.

close ups :D

oh no

he's being domesticated

[metalmiez]

Some ineffable spouses scribbles for the good vibes ✨

Couldn’t stop myself drawing our beloved angel and demon as female presenting 🥹

No really rendered version today, I was feeling emotionally burnt out really bad yesterday and just wanted to lift my spirits without thinking too much of making this a masterpiece ✨

It‘s insane how much drawing these babies lifts up my mood so heavyly🥺

Which one is your favourite?

[minikliffe]

Drawing time!! I will make my own Painter design but the design is HEAVYLY INSPIRED by baaameowmeow from twitter/X and feliformiaboy from tumbler! (Idk if I should link there acc bc you can't see the full body but I will if someone asks). The shading isn't my best but I'm still slaying as per usual!

[threecatsinacoat]

Why doesn't Snegulus have more fanfics or fanart? It honestly baffles me that there's little content of them as they are in the same house so the possibility of them interacting weren't impossible.

I just know Regulus would have this internal problem of idolizing Severus for his intelligence but also, you know, having a problem of him being a half-blood (you can't tell me Regulus isnt heavyly indoctrinated into the blood purity bullshit). I would even say that Regulus could have this whole "whore-madonna" complex about Severus. Could even develop into an obsession, you know, Regulus isn't an exception to Black madness

[crimsoneveline]

Toukouga Istar is a trans woman

In volume 26 (and 27) of the sword art online light novel we get introduced to a new antagonist:

Toukouga Istar! (who I will choose to address with she/her, since I believe her to be a trans woman. same as using she/her for kirito)

Short recap: Eolyne and Kirito travel to admina (the second planet in the underworld), infiltrate a secret base there, and encounter the person in charge of the facility: "Your Excellency" or rather Toukouga Istar

Recap out of the way, this is her:

Yeah I am calling it, that (upper half) is a trans woman! And I believe she will be vital in cracking Kirito's egg.

Kirito's description of her

richly flowing black hair;sharp, thin bridge of her nose; taller than Kirito and Eolyne:

husky voice:

cold, delicate beauty, fanciful lashes, lipstick, blue eyes with streaks of silver:

reddish highlights:

(plus a bunch more 'beauty' comments from kirito!)

While Kirito can't make out her gender, to us it should be clearer: This is someone presenting heavyly feminine, at least in the aspects she can control. Let's list them with that in mind:

things that are hard to change: her height (bigger then Kirito), her voice (husky)

things that are easy to change/something you do on purpose: long flowing hair, reddish highlights, fanciful lashes, crimson lipstick

So the first category is what leads Kirito to not know how to gender her in one direction and the second one in the other direction! (Well voice being a bit in between)

(It is also deliberate that Kirito does not take these first points to gender her male, compare to Lagi's descritpion of her vol. 27. More to that later in this.) (Kirito at one point called her "perfectly androgynous" but look at the picture at the top: that's a beautiful trans girl!)

Of course it is just as important to note how absolutely entranced Kirito is by Istar's beauty.

But what about the name "Istar"?

"but I doubt there’s a connection" and other lies

So Kirito brings up the similarity's to the "mesopotanian goddess Ishtar":

I'm just gonna quote this little info @gloochi send me:

Ishtar had both feminine and masculine features, and she's also often conflated with the goddess Inana, who had a hymn dedicated to her with this interesting quote: "To turn a man into a woman and a woman into a man are yours, Inana."

So to me is supposed to point us the readers to the conclusion that Toukouga Istar has cracked her egg and is a trans woman! (sure, she could be a "gnc man" but that is the cowards way)

But can you even do that in the underworld? With it's curse of the right eye on the people?

Well...

Toukouga Istar has cracked The seal of the right eye!

So the first indication is the general amount of disobedience necessary to even rebel in the first place.

Then we have the amount of guards placed in the secret base (which usually is not necessary)

But all that pales in the face of this simple line:

"You won’t beat me unless you can overcome." and overcome what? The seal of course!

And Istar is extremely skilled in incarnation, so changing your looks should be easy! And look at this particular instance of Kirito calling her beautiful:

Hmmm, what is special about the beauty of the administrator? She made herself that way! So it is not much of a jump that Istar also made herself beautiful on purpose! (Again, hair,lips, and eyelashes point towards a feminine presentation.)

now for contrast:

Lagi's description in vol 27

Notice how Lagi:

A: does not hesitate to gender Istar male

B: calls her stunningly beautiful, but is much less obsessed then Kirito

C: seems to remember Istar's face, but not enough to map it to someone

Now from A you could deduct that Istar is not a woman. And you would be completely wrong!

To me it makes more sense to read this as someone only seeing the clocky parts of someone early in her transition.

Though from Lagi's description of Istar's lips ("pale lips") it could also be that Istar is boymoding here! (Especially with the hat, as opposed to no hat on the base.)

With point B we have a nice contrast to Kirito's complete obsession with Istar's features. (Which highlights her obsession of course!)

And C points towards Istar having changed her face from the original. Like if you started hrt and someone who knew you long ago kinda recognizes your face!

But we have one more part at the end when Kirito swoops in to save Eolyne:

Lagi calls Kirito enigmatic, just like Kirito called Istar beautiful and enigmatic at the beginning of vol 27:

So with all this I hope my reading of Istar as a trans woman is compelling to you.

And the parallels to Kirito are there either way (enigmatic, the long coat). So I am sure Istar will play a strong role in cracking Kirito's egg!

[lexxthekapibara]

I see that u draw, Jornoth…

Can I request them being gay… like extra zesty

Sorry if it looks bad I had to like really HEAVYLY ( I think it's spelled that way) on a reference

but ye they're like SUPER zesty