#the sluttiest thing a man can do

[benoits-neckerchieves]

That’s it that’s the post

[hornyharpy]

Whoopsie (:

idk if I should put a maturity label here lmk

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[vierss-herondale]

“The sluttiest thing a man can do” Jace Herondale edition

Emma drew in a shaky breath, just as a rapping noise sounded at the door. Clary half-turned as it opened, letting in light from the hall outside, and Jace. He caught her eye and smiled, leaning in the doorway. -CoHF

“Why didn’t you say something?” Jace asked, rising and pushing back a lock of blond hair. -CoHF

“Sit down,” she said, and he sat down on the creaking leather sofa, his head tipped back, looking up at her. The reflected firelight clustered like sparks in his hair. -CoHF

“But if people have a spark in them, then yours burns the brightest I know. You can fight and draw. And you will.” -CoHF

“And then there was you. You changed everything I believed in. You know that line from Dante that I quoted to you in the park? 'L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle’?"

Her lips curled a little at the sides as she looked up at him. “I still don't speak Italian."

“It’s a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso—Dante's Paradise. ‘My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.’ Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way that I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to—that I loved you, and you loved me." -CoFA

"Well, when I was five, I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti."

"But he didn't let you, right?"

"No, that's the thing. He did. He said it wasn't expensive, and why not if that was what I wanted? He had the servants fill a bath with boiling water and pasta, and when it cooled down..." He shrugged. "I took a bath in it.

Servants? Clary thought. Out loud she said, "How was it?"

"Slippery." -CoB.

"Clary," he said in a low voice, and the sound of her name in his mouth was so intimate that a shudder ran up her spine. -CoA.

"I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the rows of lighted candles, their gold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever—"He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?" -CoFA

(…) and Jace was making something in a pan that involved onions and eggs. He was barefoot, his hair messy, his shirt buttoned haphazardly, and the sight of him made her heart turn over. She had never seen him like this, first thing in the morning, still with that warm golden aura of sleep clinging to him (…) -CoLS

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "You never let me off the hook for a single minute, do you? Never mind. It's one of the things I love about you.” -CoLS.

I saw this trend on twitter and I had to do it with my favorite blond boy. No regrets, it was fun.

I might even do a second part.

[elisabethsophie4]

I‘m sorry but this is probably the sluttiest thing jamie has ever done!

[sunsonasaturday]

THE THUMBS IN THE POCKETS OF THEIR JEANS? WHAT ARE YOU? A SLUT?

[iguessricciardo]

[falling-star-cygnus]

me, when i see any gap in a male character’s clothing: ….what if it was bigger

[nothing-behindher-eyes]

he is a man slut and I will elaborate

the glasses. the smile. the dimple. the hair. the unbuttoned shirt. the body. the posture. This is SLUT BEHAVIOR

[pocketfulofrain]

just a boy and his jeep (and a crop top)

[chiosblog]

I simply adore the way Face is looking at Murdock here

[jbarneswilson]

godDAMN

[hornyharpy]

Small Gabe thingy

Don't ask me why I draw blood like tar

[vierss-herondale]

“The sluttiest thing a man can do” Jace Herondale edition, Part 2

Jace stood up, knocking his chair back violently. “You are not taking Clary to the Seelie Court without me and that is final!"

Clary stared at him with her mouth open. He was flushed with anger, teeth gritted, veins corded in his neck. -CoA.

He can see the pulse slamming in her throat; her lipstick is gone; he can’t look away from the carnation-pink of her mouth, flushed from kissing, as she breathes: “Why can’t you talk to me? Why can’t you look at me?” -CoFA

And the gray world blazes up around him with color as they come together, bodies slamming hard against the wall behind them. -CoFA

He bent his head and kissed the burn on her wrist. A flare of heat coursed through her, like a hot spike that went from her wrist to the pit of her stomach. "I didn't realize," he said. He kissed the next burn, on her forearm, and then the next, moving up her arm to her shoulder (…) -CoFA.

"Do you remember," he said, "when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn't kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?"

Clary nodded.

"I always figured a demon would kill me," he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn't get to kiss you, and soon." -CoLS

Jace never said things like that to anyone else but her. Alec and Isabelle knew, from living with him and loving him, that underneath the protective armor of humor and pretended arrogance, the ragged shards of memory and childhood still tore at him. But she was the only one he said the words out loud to. -CoFA

Jace’s expression was focused and intent, the way it was only when he was doing something he considered worthy of his entire focus—fighting, or playing music, or kissing. He glanced up as if he could feel Clary’s gaze on him, and smiled at her. -A Long Conversation.

Jace stepped forward and took her hands, lifted them and kissed them quickly; she closed her eyes, feeling as if just a fraction of warmth and light had been returned to her. -CoHF

“Just for a second,” he said, in that low voice of his that made bad ideas seem like good ones. -A Long Conversation.

Clary,

Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I’m leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.

I’m writing this watching the sun come up. You’re asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I don’t want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I’m perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn’t stand that.

I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I’d break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.

All night I’ve watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that’s real, but every night. But things are different, and I can’t look at you without feeling like I’ve tricked you into loving me.

The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he’ll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian’s; I can track him to where my father’s hiding. And that’s what I’m going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that’s why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn’t make myself go.

I don’t blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.

- Jace, City of Glass

So I did a second part, it was as much fun as the first one.

Part 1 here

[jvstheworld]

Scrolling through Twitter/X, as you do, and this picture turns up from an article by Nerdist.

Gotta love some Ted Lasso/Jason Sudeikis hand and arm porn. Enjoy.

[yougivemebutterfliessss]

The sluttiest thing a man can do is be a good big brother. Idc how mean he is to everyone else, he has a soft spot for his baby sibling and Therefore he’s precious and I’m in love.

[mistylakeee]

Kaz Brekker in a black turtleneck.