#i try mu best

[good-vs-evo]

mdzs is so good i wish i knew who the fuck was who

[littencloud9]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

oh my god. an excuse to talk about my favs please never apologise for asking i love u. heres a list and also a song i assign them because i can LMFAO 🫶:

10. murashige yuzuki - skip and loafer

yuzuki means SO much to me. she is so so kind and has the biggest heart ever and is always looking out for the rest of the girls, and she’s so perceptive too. and the effort she puts into her art makes me sob. she’s the biggest supporter and i adore her friendship with the other girls 🥹💗

song: there she goes by sixpence none the richer. dw about it

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9. mai - avatar the last airbender

she is SO me. oldest sister core. i adore how much she cares in the show even though it’s always masked by indifference or harsh words. her betrayal scene was FANTASTIC and she is so skilled and powerful i love her. also love her design it’s very cute!!

song: are you satisfied? by marina. i feel i dont need to explain this one

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8. kyan reki - sk8 the infinity

holds him so gently. nothing bad should happen to him ever. he is the sweetest character and he is trying his damn BEST and his arc was incredibly done. super realistic. hurt my soul. him and miya are the most siblings to ever sibling. GIVE HIM PRAISE HE DESERVES THE WORLD

song: outdated by lyric. ps i LOVE lyric it’s my new obsession and her songs send me to heaven. highly recommend !! <3

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7. shi qingxuan - tian guan ci fu

the genderqueer icon. the silliest babygirl. they are the light of my life and i smile every time they come on screen. them and xie lian are the funniest duo ever. and i love how cheeky they are no matter the situation, and that they’re so smart!!

(honourable mention 1: lang qianqiu. he was here before sqx replaced him. his story shattered me into pieces and i hold him so dear to my heart)

song: girls and boys in school by neon trees. i am the biggest neon trees fan and i feel like the vibe fits. also any trashy 2000s pop song fits too. i think sqx would love kesha

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6. yosano akiko - bungo stray dogs

YOSANO I LOVE YOU 💗💗💗💗💗 the moment her backstory hit i was utterly fucking DESTROYED. her fight with kajii and her speech about how valuable human life is (which you wouldnt expect because her ability can ‘reverse’ death) was amazing, and then you get to know WHY she thinks that way with her backstory. and the way she was forced to become a weapon but unlearned that with the help of the agency. oh god. im on my knees. asagiri give me more yosano screentime i beg 🔪

(honourable mention 2: akutagawa. i didnt want to spam this list with bsd characters but just know that he hurts my soul and destroys me mentally)

song: history of man by maisie peters. again i feel i dont need to explain this

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5. mu qing - tian guan ci fu

he is SUCH a little fucking bitch (affectionate). admittedly hes here because hes pretty and sassy. genuinely my fav tgcf character and his attitude is funny. hes also dumb sometimes (with feng xin or xie lian) and i love how hes so embarrassed of affection. please give him more hugs i need to see this man blush. also hes in an 800 year old situationship and there is SO much to unpack there but it doesnt matter because i want to throw him in a blender NOW ‼️

song: best by gracie abrams. i was gonna put a sillier song but i think this fits him and his dumb situationship. get this guy to talk about his feelings

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4. edogawa ranpo - bungo stray dogs

!!!!!! RANPO! hes so me. hes been my fav since season 1 and then untold origins got adapted and i was shaken. holy shit. hes just a boy. he just needs love. he flaunts his brain and power as a direct response to how much he was shamed for it as a child. HIM AND FUKUZAWA. HIM AND YOSANO. im gonna sob. he seems so cocky and arrogant and then u realise hes desperately trying to be the smartest in the room because he knows how much the agency relies on him. hes trying to protect everyone. hes holding the weight of the entire agency on his shoulders. im squishing him I LOVE RANPO

song: mastermind by taylor swift. it was either that or mirrorball. but i think the bridge fits him especially well <3

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3. itadori yuuji - jujutsu kaisen

TOP 3!! ITADORI YUUJI THE MC THAT YOU ARE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💞💞💞💞💞 hes pink and silly PLEASE take all his suffering away and give it to gege akutami. I LOVE HIM. he has undeniable willpower AND UNSHAKEABLE CHARACTER and he keeps getting up no matter how many times hes been beaten down. HE FIGHTS SO HARD FOR THE PEOPLE HE LOVES. he wants to save people. he blames himself so much for things that aren’t his fault and it makes me CRY holy shit. and the way he looks past appearances and sees people for who they are inside/their talents and positives. GREENEST FLAG. I LOVE YOU YUUJI. please please please give him back everyone he loves and give him a big hug. put him in a romance anime this jjk shit is NOT for him 😞

song: atlantis by seafret. it was that or not strong enough. both options hurt equally bad. I LOVE HIM ☹️

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2. cheng xiaoshi - link clink

HNGHHSHDHDHHSSJDHSHHSHSSHSHDHSHSHDHHS. CHENG XIAOSHI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. none of you get it (ps PLEASE watch link click i want more lc friends 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏). he is the best thing of this show and the show is fantastic so thats saying something. HES SO DUMB BUT SO KIND AND AN AMAZING FIGHTER and his backstory omg i need to give him a hug. i love how determined he always is to give people a better life, to change their past for the better, even though hes heavily warned not to do that. and that he is ALWAYS fighting for others. and how understanding he is. his relationship with both lu guang and qiao ling are so precious. he has this warm aura around him that draws the other characters to him u know?? i am the biggest cxs stand i will defend him with my life. i cant say much more with spoilers so ill end here but I FUCKING LOVE HIM PLEASE WATCH LINK CLICK DO IT FOR HIM 🫶🫶🫶🫶

song: waiting room by phoebe bridgers. he knows he cant change anything but god fucking DAMN it does he wish he can. sobs forever

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1. fushiguro megumi - jujutsu kaisen

MEGUMI!!!!! i feel like we saw this coming. ill never shut up about him. megumi i love you. ill defend him with my LIFE. he is the biggest lover at his core and he is so determined to protect those he loves. and his whole thing about never reaching his full potential because he doesn’t believe in his power… ough. and how he loves his friends so much but wont show it. he’ll be like ‘i do NOT care about human earthworm’ and then watch all four movies. he is my son. and yeah as a manga reader ive been suffering for so long but WE HAVE HOPE NOW! megumi nation in megumi we trust 🙏 I LOVE HIM. his sass is also really funny. i love him have i mentioned that. im not even articulate anymore my brain is just HDHFJSBDJDHJD when i think of him. he makes me miserable. his relationships with tsumiki, gojo, toji etc are all so depressing in their own way. HE DOESNT DESERVE ANY OF THAT SHIT BTW GEGE GIVE HIM BACK HIS HAPPINESS. also wait i love how smart he is during battle and how he is so observant, and how he explains jujutsu stuff to people like yuuji who are new to it. HAVE I MENTIONED HOW KIND HE IS. HGDNAJDHSJD. my silly pining gay boy. i am hugging him so gently and making him the warmest soup ever. sorry for the rant MEGUMI THE CHARACTER EVER 💗💗💗🫶🫶🫶💞💞💞🩵🩵🩵

song: the alcott by the national ft taylor swift. this is ESPECIALLY solidified by this edit here that changed my life. LIVE LAUGH LOVE MEGUMI 2k24

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wow this is a long post. thank you SO much for the ask sorry for how incoherent this is i love my favs 🤍

[kaijuerotica]

can i confess something? i recently went down a deep rabbithole of reading like a hundred thousand words of hualian omegaverse only to get my period like 2 days later like. oh that's why i was crazy huh

[witch-sweets]

here's a small crack fic about Hat Kid Bow Kid Mu and Snatcher playing DND together based on the Song Perception Check because I thought this was funny

(DISCLAIMER! I have never actually played a game of DND BUT I really want to and I've been doing research on it (and yes before anyone ask Snatcher is playing a homebrew race that's a playable version of the hostile Shadows because he can)

Perception Check

Bow held the "designated book of lore and important stuff" in her hand as Hattie and Mu prepared for their turns. "on the horizon of the woods you see a group of mysterious cloaked figures making their way towards you" Mu springs up in excitement "my Half Orc Barbarian prepares her battle axe-" Hat Kid interrupts her enthusiasm pointing to the dice. "I rolled a one" Bow sorted through a stack of papers"critical failure... Your turn Hattie!" Hat kid rolled the dice "well my Human Rouge darts behind a tree!" Only for her to realize what number the dice landed on. Bow looked over at the dice in slight disappointment. "Another critical fail... Snatcher what does your Shadow bard do?" The groups attention was turned to the ghost in "Prince Mode" (as Hattie called it) sitting at the very end of the table with his clawed hands placed behind his head and his legs propped up on the table "act of perception check!" He said with a smug smile  pulling out a violin for dramitic effect. Bow looked through the pile of random papers. "You percive that the hooded figures are looking for a fight!" Snatcher played a note on his violin. "WELL KIDDO'S LETS MESS THEM UP!" Hat Kid and mu rolled together as Snatcher prepared to play another note. "I rolled a 1..." "I rolled a 1!" "PECK!" The note was played slightly off tune. Bow read from the "designated book of lore" "so you notice that one of the hodded figures is a little shorter-" "I CAST VICIOUS MOCKERY!" Snatcher shouted rolling the dice. Hat Kid and Mu watched the dice land and they both shouted "NAT 20!" as Bow stared in pure shock Snatcher stood up on the table "LETS GO!" he then proceeded to play his violin and musically rant about how nobody loved the hooded figure because of how short they were and that everybody thought they were just a head when they were born. Bow Kid gazed upon the scene in pure horror as Hattie and Mu cheered him on. She looked back at the book scanning the page "Your attack absolutely shatters the mind of the cloaked individual roll..." the spirit grinned holding his violin "perception check!" The smug ghoul declared. Bow shouted in distress "you percive that the figure was so short because it was a CHILD!" The spirits grin did not falter "specifically the child that we've been trying to return to their mother for 15 days in-game and 5 days of our actual lives..." Hattie and Mu looked less enthusiastic now as the whole party proceeded to stare at the anxiously grinning ghost "well... the body is just laying there right?" Bow knew exactly where this was going "RIGHT?" "please dont-" Snatcher got back up on top of the table played his violin and shouted "LOOT THAT BODY!!!" causing Mu to slam her fist down, Hat Kid to go into a laughing fit, and Bow to put her head into her hands and start sobbing as Snatcher continued to play his violin "that's enough for today im done..." Bow was defeated. Hopefully the campaign would be more manageable the next day.

[aliosne]

Every now and then I find a fun new way to trigger an asthma attack its like enrichment for me

[riwrite]

from @flwrcrownd. ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ ( I hope it's Okai to send things !! I was gonna send something more angsty then I chickened out lololol ,, for mu qing )

mu qing shuts his mouth, xie lian's weary tone taking him off - guard. he's still not used to... this new xie lian. the one thrice - ascended, the one with an inexplicable weight behind his smiles, the one whose favored weapon is nothing but a band of silk that's still one of the most powerful devices mu qing has ever seen ( he'd gotten to observe its strange sentience during those long hours spent mending it, his finest silk thread upon his needle. his suspicions had been confirmed then — it isn't simply a strong spiritual tool, but one forged in blood ).

he may not know most of what transpired for xianle's former crown prince over the last eight - hundred years ( though the little he has heard is... concerning. thrilling, yes, but concerning ), but it's clear it was more than enough to wholly transform the man he once knew. yet, there remain threads of familiarity woven through, and mu qing still doesn't know how to reconcile the image of a naïve young royal with the humility he's seen this time around. he's been making an effort to lower his defenses since their agreement to be friends now that they stand on level ground, all the inequality between them lying firmly in their centuries - gone past, but it's hard. it's reflex, the way he assumes no one takes him in good faith, and xie lian is no exception to this.

but he pauses, turning xie lian's previous statement over in his mind, dissecting it for alternate meaning, and realizes, oh, i understood that completely wrong. an embarrassed flush rises to his pale face upon realizing he'd overreacted.

   " f - fine, " he relents, the closest he can manage to admitting no, i didn't. he looks away from his... friend, he reminds himself, arms crossing over his chest. " never mind. "

[widevibratobitch]

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[sirompp]

i looked at a 3-4 old drawing in comparison to the thing im drawing rn and got emotional

[vin-cement]

[sillygh0st]

Sorry for the lack of art yall life has been busy :'D

[dawnnsie]

lee heeseung — “baby stuffing”

♡ pairing. — heeseung x fem!reader

♡ cw. — breeding kink (duhh..), petnames, cussing, dirty talking, hee just really wants a baby :(

♡ made by. @pjsdawn

“g—god damn’…” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours — as he hovered over you — his pretty chain dangling in-front of your fucked out face. “takin’ it so well baby…” he lets out strangled noises — trying to get as much pleasure as he could.

“you like takin’ it, baby?” he grunts, moving his angle to get as deep as possible. "h-hee-“ you choke out. he tries to let out a chuckle — but it fails, and escapes as a whimper. “baby—ah, shit..” his arms falter a bit as he feels his orgasm approaching.

heeseung was determined to breed you, why? you never knew. because he was very, very, into that stuff — but of course, you didn’t complain. it’s lee heeseung after all. so here he is, rutting his hips into yours like a wild animal — chasing his orgasm.

“gonna give you a kid,” he mutters. “you’re gonna be the best mama, yeah?” he encourages. “—t…take it…” he grunts. his arms flexing as he holds himself up over you, his biceps rippling. “you want a baby, hm?” he tilts his head as he looks down at your pretty face.

your cheeks are flushed, and tears of pleasure are streaming down your face — as your hands are placed on his chest. “mm—….i-too mu—ah…” you babble. heeseung bites back a smile. “gonna’ fill you up so good, huh, baby?” he coos.

you nod frantically, and his swollen lips crash onto yours. “god—mm, ah-“ his hips stutter, as he makes sure he’s as deep as possible. his balls pressed up against your drenched clit, as the warm — sticky ropes of cum shoot into your hole.

“f…f-fuckk,” he chokes out against your lips. he pulls out after a few seconds, his tip frantically rubbing your pussy — in attempts to get you to hit your orgasm too. and it works.

because after a few more frantic rubs, warm liquid gushes onto heeseung's lower stomach — some even spilling onto the floor. his cum oozing out of your worn out hold. “look at that…” he whispers, “nice n’ stuffed…baby,” he coos.

his lips press against yours once again, as you pant and whimper softly, your legs quivering.

“jus’ how i like it."

[mad-hunts]

if barton tried hard enough, he thought, imagining himself being literally anywhere else but the warehouse right then was easy. this place was never meant to be lived in for an extended period of time after all; despite the fact that it had appliances that you might see in an every day home like a fridge.

it put him on edge instead of at ease, and it certainly didn't better barton's mood when he stayed in it either, after all. but so long as he was allowed to dream within it to some degree... it was tolerable. plus, he had company here, courtesy of nico, jack, and barton also supposed jervis counted. nico had complicated feelings towards the doctor, though, and spending time around jack whilst in it thus far gave barton an unfortunate impression; which was that his own son was made nervous by him.

and the irony of it all was, barton only gathered that because he could feel cognitive empathy towards him. something that didn't include feeling but reasoning. therefore, the hopes of him somehow patching that up with jack someday were drastically decreased. barton vaguely listened to jervis respond to what he'd said about him being in the warehouse solely because of them; all of the words but one not quite having any actual impact on him, this being 'nightmares.'

the smell of the yuja tea that jack prepared for jervis, as fragrant in the air that it was, seemed to be the one thing keeping him from being sucked down a unpleasant train of thought. for someone who didn't feel human half the time, barton sure as hell experienced his own fair share of seeing 'ghosts' from the past and mourning the way some things had gone in his life. and regret, as well as sorrow, were practically intertwined in every single 'normal' person's life that he'd known.

speaking of regret, once he'd closed the curtains, something from the small cabinet hanging on the wall next to them fell to the floor. barton picked it up and was immediately reminded of why he kept this photo here instead of at his home. hiding it away helped alleviate the pain of not only loving someone and losing them, but also knowing that at the time it was taken, everything seemed fine.

'my 19th birthday party - spent right, with my handsome fiancé!' was written on the back in marcy's handwriting. barton felt like screaming and smashing something simultaneously. the photo was instead placed in his pant pocket, whilst he dragged his hands down his face and thanked his lucky stars that jervis wasn't exactly expecting any big conversations from him. barton's hand flexed by his side before he was changing his shirt, wondering just what the hell he was supposed to do after seeing that again.

grief was a thing he'd never been able to pend down how to deal with 'appropriately,' unfortunately. from marcy, to the momentary blink of an eye that felt like his bittersweet friendship with yves, to his son julien's death - barton thought he'd be destroyed by all of those losses for the longest time. but he supposed he was still here, god willing, or laughing at him more like if such a being did exist. barton noticed the fabric that was splitting on the blanket and how jervis very much appeared to be in his own world.

it was at that moment that he reached for something in that same cabinet he'd opened to change his shirt, finding that sewing thread and needle he'd stored in there long ago. barton kept it there because the shirt he was wearing had actually torn at some point and he'd fixed it. though, he had no use for it now, so he decided to put it on the edge of edge of the cabinet if jervis wanted it. but he didn't really know what he wanted. that night seemed to be a series of gut punches now as the other touched upon how jack was a good person and barton should be proud of him.

he blinked several times as he felt this sensation like something ugly was swirling within him. jack had always kind of gotten the short-end of the stick, and for what? ❝ ahh. well, sometimes i've found myself practicing behaviors towards him that my father used to use on me... but i try to stop myself when that happens. jack has come a long way, as the first time i met him, he was a scared two year old who was on his own with his brother. but now jack's a young man and very brave, despite maybe still being scared sometimes. ❞ barton cleared his throat then, ❝ that's normal though. so yeah, i am proud of him. ❞

barton turned his attention back to jervis and tilted his head at the other's sluggishness. being vulnerable like that surprisingly didn't feel too nerve-wracking, as he added just a bit more to the equation. barton gave the iv bag jervis was hooked up to a good squeeze, ❝ hmm. are you still in pain, jervis? or are you just tired? ❞ he observed the other silently and looked down at the cards before the both of them. that is, before barton heard jervis approve of him reading his fortune.

he drifted a hand along the cards then. choosing one that felt 'right' came without much difficulty to barton, and when he did, the reversed 'wheel of fortune' card for jervis's past. the next card he chose was the reversed 'six of swords' for jervis's present. barton flipped the last one for his future and was greeted by 'the sun,' which made him let out a soft 'huh' and smile a bit. ❝ well... i hate to start off with the past when you got this card, but i guess we have to. ❞ he was about to start interpreting jervis's fortune when jack came back into the room with the breakfast he promised the other. well, talk about convenient timing.

Jervis merely rolled his eyes at Barton’s remark, fingers biting into the fabric of the blanket as he pulled it around his shoulders like an old shawl. The plush material was a little threadbare at the corner; a tear disrupting the otherwise seamless fabric.

Sea-green and white plaid. Utilitarian, impersonal.

It sufficed perfectly; his thin frame was almost terminally intolerant to the cold. 27 years in Gotham had failed to inoculate him against the frigid rains and bone-chilling air sweeping off the harbor.

“Trust me, I’m well aware where I would be, if it weren’t for you both. I see enough of the place in my nightmares… so I don’t require any reminders.” He flexed his fingers around the teacup, feeling the warmth seep into his hands as he cautiously tipped the liquid into his mouth. It had a strange, but not unpleasant consistency, like warm, thin honey that slid smoothly over his tongue in a tangy blend of sweet and sour. Tiny bits of softened citrus peel floated in the syrupy mixture.

Barton’s IV pole scraped slightly along the concrete floor, a sharp metallic sound that mingled with the sudden rasp of the curtains being jerked shut. The room was clean and sparse, a sterile space designed to be free of clutter, yet a faint, telltale mustiness clung to the air—a lingering scent of damp fabric and stale dust that disinfectant alone couldn’t quite mask. Beyond the makeshift partition, the rest of the warehouse stretched out in vast, dark emptiness. The floor was cold, unpolished concrete, marred with cracks that split like spider webs. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh, uneven glow, barely cutting through the haze of dust that swirled in the air.

But, of course, beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to hideaways—especially when you’ve learned to take shelter wherever you can find it. Or when you were part of the criminal element.

How far he’d come and how little had truly changed.

Jervis glanced across the room at where his coat, shirt, and gloves rested neatly on the desk, carefully folded with almost surgical precision. He flexed his hands again around the teacup, feeling the phantom prickle of sensation where the wool-lined leather should be—an exposed vulnerability that gnawed at him, made his skin itch with invisible grime.

He sank his teeth into a particularly broad piece of yuja peel, the bitter tang releasing as he bit down; meanwhile, Barton’s voice drifted in one ear, out the other like the static hum on a faulty wireless. He chewed slowly, savoring the rind as he turned his attention back to the small tear in the blanket. Nodded intermittently.

Jervis’ callused, scarred fingers found the frayed edge; the fabric was worn thin and splitting, and he traced it absentmindedly, feeling the uneven fibers beneath his touch. For a moment, his thoughts shifted to the sewing kit buried somewhere in his bag, imagining the small spool of thread and the thin, glinting needles; each one ready to pierce the fabric and pull it back together.

As if stitching this small wound would make any real difference, he thought bitterly; like it could somehow soothe the cold reality pressing in on them from all sides… It was a small, pointless task, a flicker of control in a situation that felt like it was slipping away, unraveling faster than he could sew it back together. He knew it wouldn’t ameliorate anything—wouldn’t solve the problems looming larger than this tiny, frayed corner. And yet, his fingers lingered there, desperate for something tangible to fix; something he could make whole again, if only for a moment.

Jervis gave no reply as Barton moved to change his shirt; blinking hard as he gazed down at the floor, but the darkness behind his eyelids refused to stay empty. Flecks of indigo light bloomed in the black, shifting like dust motes that twisted with each beat of his heart. The room swam as he opened his eyes again, the ceiling blurred and murky like the styrofoam cup Alice stored her wet paintbrushes in. He scratched absently at the IV in his arm, feeling the tug of the thin plastic embedded in his skin but barely registering the discomfort. The bright pinpricks danced at the edges of his vision, trailing like little comets whenever he turned his head.

“You ought to be proud of him, I imagine. Your son… he seems like a good lad.” Jervis’ voice was a wisp of silk, smooth and thin, like it might unravel into nothing if he spoke too loudly. He tilted his head slightly, almost resembling a marionette on a slack string, the hint of a smile touching his lips but never quite reaching his eyes. He ran a finger along the rim of his teacup, the motion delicate and deliberate as he pondered Barton’s final query.

“Hmm… can you?” Gray eyes blinked slowly, the lids heavy and sluggish, further dragged down by fatigue. The question lingered in the air, softly innocuous. He glanced over at the tarot cards Jack left behind on the desk—arranged in a rough, careless spread, but somehow feeling deliberate, as though the cards had fallen exactly where they were meant to. The edges were worn, curling slightly; the images esoteric, half-familiar symbols. Stars, sun, moon, cups and swords, animals and human figures rendered in faded colors.

He paused, gaze narrowing, subtly curious despite the exhaustion that weighed down his expression. For a moment, his hand tightened around his teacup; twitched like he might reach out and touch them, as if by brushing the surface he could glean some hidden answer buried beneath the painted ink.

‘Why, they're only a pack of cards, after all.’

His grip on the blanket slipped momentarily, fumbling at the worn edge before he reached for his collar instead. He dug beneath the charcoal fabric of his T-shirt, searching with a practiced motion until his fingers found the tarnished silver chain again. He drew it out slowly, the weight of it comforting against his skin as he absently ran his thumb over his and Sylvie’s rings, threaded side by side on the links.

The metal was dull, no longer shining with the luster it once had, but it carried a certain softness now, smoothed by years of worry. His eyes dropped for a second before he let the chain slip back beneath his shirt. “By all means, if it tickles your fancy…” Jervis gave a short, rough half-shrug, the motion stunted as though his shoulder couldn’t quite decide whether to follow through.

[wholesomexloner]

Summer 2023 3/3 SHREK RAVE!!! 💚 SOMEBODY-!!!!

[cyclicalaberration]

I need to stand out more

[thcsecretofus]

▐ in which matt sturniolo has a breeding kink !

“g—god damn’…” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours — as he hovered over you — his pretty chain dangling in-front of your fucked out face. “takin’ it s’well baby…” he lets out strangled noises — trying to get as much pleasure as he could.

“you like takin’ it, baby?” he grunts, moving his angle to get as deep as possible. “m—matt-“ you choke out. he tries to let out a chuckle — but it fails, and escapes as a whimper. “baby—ah, shit..” his arms falter a bit as he feels his orgasm approaching.

matt was determined to breed you, why? you never knew. because he was very, very, into that stuff — but of course, you didn’t complain. it’s matt sturniolo after all. so here he is, rutting his hips into yours like a wild animal — chasing his orgasm.

“gonna give you a kid,” he mutters. “you’re gonna be the best mama, yeah?” he encourages. “—t…take it…” he grunts. his arms flexing as he holds himself up over you, his biceps rippling. “you wanna baby, hm?” he tilts his head as he looks down at your pretty face.

your cheeks are flushed, and tears of pleasure are streaming down your face — as your hands are placed on his chest. “mm—….i- s’too mu—ah…” you babble. matt bites back a smile. “gonna’ fill you up so good, huh, baby?” he coos.

you nod frantically, and his swollen lips crash onto yours. “god—mm, ah-“ his hips stutter, as he makes sure he’s as deep as possible. his balls pressed up against your drenched clit, as the warm — sticky ropes of cum shoot into your hole.

“f…f-fuckk,” he chokes out against your lips. he pulls out after a few seconds, his tip frantically rubbing your pussy — in attempts to get you to hit your orgasm too. and it works.

because after a few more frantic rubs, warm liquid gushes onto matt’s lower stomach — some even spilling onto the floor. his cum oozing out of your worn out hold. “look at that…” he whispers, “nice n’ stuffed…baby,” he coos.

his lips press against yours once again, as you pant and whimper softly, your legs quivering.

“jus’ how i like it.”

✦ . 　⁺ much love, savi !

[my-castles-crumbling]

traitor - January 8th - jegulus, platonic prongsfoot - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 382

As soon as James walked into his flat, he got the odd sense he should leave. The very air was thick with anger, and he knew it could only mean one thing. Turning to tiptoe quietly back out the door, he managed to make it all the way to the entrance before-

"James!"

Fuck.

"Will you tell your fiancé what a traitor he is?" Sirius screeched, standing in the door of the kitchen with his arms crossed and looking furious.

Before James could ask why, another, equally scary voice replied from within the room.

"James, will you tell your best friend he's an idiot?" Regulus called, voice full of both annoyance and amusement.

James considered calling Remus for help, but he knew it was too late. "What happened?" he asked wearily, shucking his jacket and walking into the warzone.

"Regulus told me I can't be his Best Man!" Sirius shrieked, throwing his hands in the air. "The audacity! I'm his only sibling and-"

"Because you're James's Best Man, you dumbarse!" Regulus interrupted, giving James a look that demanded he speak. "You can't be Best Man for both!"

"Why not? I damn well should be! I'm the most important person in both of your lives!" Sirius yelled, eyes wild.

James sighed, finally stepping in. "Regulus, did you tell Sirius what he would be doing instead of being your Best Man?" he asked the younger man gently, trying not to cause any more blow ups.

"No," Regulus grumbled. "He wouldn't let me." But he turned to Sirius and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. "You're going to walk me down the aisle, Sirius. Give me away, and all that."

Immediately, Sirius's demeanor changed. His crossed arms fell to his sides and his furrowed eyebrows lifted as his eyes filled with tears. "Wh-what?" he asked, voice trembling.

"Oh, fuck, he's going to cr-" Regulus said fearfully, looking aghast and turning to get away from is brother.

But it was too late. Sirius pulled Regulus into a bear hug, sobbing hysterically. "I- l- lo- love y- you s- so m- mu-" he stuttered, tears streaming down his face and onto Regulus's expensive jumper.

"James, help!" Regulus hissed, looking like a trapped animal.

"Nah, love, that's all you," James grinned, turning to leave.