#IM FERAL FOR THEM

[elizakai]

The lovelies

[never-enough-novels]

If the grandest game is supposed to take place after 2 yrs of the brothers hawthorne, imagine how many calls grayson and lyra must've had🤭🤭

[justartyall]

sokeefe sokeefe sokeefe sokeefe s

[theblenderstolemyballs]

Just wanted to share this scene (accompanied by a beautiful piece of artwork) from a Merthur fic I just finished

SLIGHT SPOILERS (but also not really)

[crys-sp]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[aniwahstan]

Writing Wolfstar as the main ship after writing only Jegulus for a longtime is so FREEING bc the dynamic is so different and it feels damn good.

Anyways

Snippet from this dark academia / magical realism AU

(Smut below the cut)

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As if reading his mind, Sirius pulls Remus’ hand, wrenching his body in closer to him.

“I want you,” he finally resolves, meeting Remus’ eyes with an intensity of a storm breaking through the sky.

Remus starts to shake his head, fear and guilt sweeping in like a strong wind pulling leaves from dying trees. He stands, breaking their connection of hands. He rubs at the back of his neck, moving across the kitchen. He can hear Sirius pull a deep breath, thinking he’s going to be left suffering. Left reeling.

Remus stands at the barrier between the kitchen and the thin hall that leads deeper into his flat. He turns and leans in its doorway as Sirius waits by the kitchen island, his head hung before Remus’ voice snaps his attention up.

“Come on,” he says before turning down the hall, not giving himself or Sirius a chance to say more.

He waits just inside of his bedroom wall, arms crossed, the door still ajar as Sirius walks through. Sirius takes in the room with wide eyes. The large oil painting hung over a four-post wooden bed covered in cream-colored egyptian cotton. The centuries-old art strewn about. The eighteenth century trunk at the foot of the bed.

Sirius looks over at Remus and swallows.

“Get on the bed,” Remus says softly, but with a command that he knows Sirius will follow.

And he does. Like a perfect, obedient angel, he walks over and sits at the edge of the mattress. He places his hands in his lap, unknowingly offering his body in a way Remus rarely allows himself to want. Someone willing, eager, and compliant.

Remus moves toward Sirius, standing before him and towering over him as he sits quietly below him. He strokes his thumb up his cheek, his hand moving to his black hair. He pulls at the tie holding that perfect silky mess up and takes it out, letting his tangled waves fall. Sirius licks his lips in anticipation, and even that tiny act of want gives Remus quiet permission to continue.

He drops to his knees, tucking himself between Sirius’ legs. With both hands on Sirius’ thighs, he says the one thing he needs to say before they go any further.

“You tell me to stop, at any point, and it stops.”

A wry smirk makes its way to Sirius’ lips and Remus rises enough to kiss it away before gripping his jaw and forcing Sirus to look at him.

“Say you understand.”

The smirk turns to pressed lips, Sirius’ eyes’ narrowing. “I understand.”

Remus nods once and moves for Sirius’ belt, undoing everything and pulling his trousers and briefs down together so he can kick them off to the floor below. He places a soft kiss on Sirius thigh, a gentle hello. Even the brief contact of Remus mouth pulls a small sound from Sirius above him. The responsiveness lights Remus up from within, a long lost desire ripping to the surface so fast he has to actively work to keep it contained.

When he takes Sirius into his mouth, he revels in feeling the twitch and the hardness start to form against his tongue. Fingers immediately find his hair, gently pulling as he starts to undo the man in front of him.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius breathes out from above.

Remus risks one look up at Sirius through his eyelashes. Sirius’ mouth is parted, his eyes fixed between his legs. The absolute yearning Sirius is displaying in his tense stomach and rolling hips drives Remus to the brink of oblivion.

He’s so goddamn beautiful, and wanting. And Remus gives him every weapon in his arsenal. His mouth works Sirius over, soft and fast and warm. It only lasts a few minutes before the gentle tugging in his hair turns to a true, forceful pull. Remus is hauled from the floor. He stands as Sirius moves to undo his trousers, fingers slipping into the hem on his briefs and yanking them down as he stands on display and steps out of his clothing, kicking them away so fast they land on top of the trunk at the foot of the bed.

A sweet chuckle escapes from Sirius as he places his own teasing kiss on Remus’ hip bone. Sirius returns the favor, his height perfect to take Remus at an angle that has him hitting the back of Sirius throat with ease. Sirius gives almost better than he gets, if that’s even possible. He’s a force of nature, his nails digging into skin and his moans vibrating through Remus’ body.

The last hold Remus had on making this slow and careful slips away, the hum and buzz of their bodies melting into each other and creating a field of energy that has Remus pushing Sirius’ chest so his back is flat on the bed.

He crawls on, pulling Sirius’ jumper off his body and taking his own off with one knee on each side of Sirius’ waist. He tosses them on the other side of the bed, keeping Sirius pinned below him.

There’s a moment of hesitation, of shyness, as Sirius stares at the scar that runs from Remus’ chest to his navel. It’s brushed aside when Sirius sits up and runs his tongue along its route, his hands gripping into the dips of Remus’ hips as he travels down as far as he can from the odd angle. It’s unusual for Remus to feel revered like this. On the rare occasion he allows someone into his bed, he prefers to do the worshiping of his partner. Making sure every nook and corner of their body isn’t left untouched. Sirius Black seems to match him in this way, wanting to explore and discover and praise.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Sirius says as he pulls his mouth from Remus’ chest. It’s too much to respond to, so Remus topples over onto Sirius, pressing his weight into him and feeling their bodies slot into an easy connection. He can feel every inch of him below him, the friction starting to create blindspots in his vision. How long has it been since he’s done this?

[sugar-cube-person]

I just moved houses and I have decided to dedicate this wall to Oswald and Ed bc why not lol. Any suggestions?

[agendersebastian]

holy fuvk ...

its...

ITS MY WIFEY!!!

[pierogipete]

[kicks down your door] hello I would like you to know I'm INCREDIBLY obsessed with KimPorsche, and I just binge-read all of in another life in like 3 days. (would have made it in 1 but! Exams!!) Anyway. Friend???

yes please!!! i am so consumed with kimporsche ahhh im so happy :D yes lets be friends 🥰🥰 i hope exams went well ❤️

[honeyxmonkey]

"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has ever been able to find me'."

[triona-tribblescore]

I just wanna draw them being all soft n stuff okay? :'( <333

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[lizardpersonyknow]

It's so incredibly funny to me that somehow some people think Tim is a boring straightlace and Jason is deranged and unhinged

Like Jason at his worst is a murderous crime lord who also has a moral conscience, protects children and sex workers, works to make the worst parts of Gotham safer and wants to know that his dad cares

Tim at his worst on the other hand.... Rampant murder with NO morals, becomes Batman and uses the gun that killed Bruce's parents, dictator, takes over like half of America, goes back in time like a couple times to tell his younger self that this is their inevitable end just to fuck with HIMSELF

Jason at his best is the happy robin, loves school, cares for sex workers becomes a crime lord to help make sure the people who are addicted aren't being given toxic shit

Tim at his best is entirely unhinged, stalking Batman and Robin through the streets, blackmailing Batman, all the young justice shenanigans, creating a fake uncle to avoid adoption, beefing with a like 9 year old (deserved imo 9 year olds are MEAN), lies to everyone including batman and take pride in it

Like besties one is exponentially more of a black sheep and it isn't the drug lord, it's the heroic sidekick of batman

Yes Jason is still out on the streets wildin and feral but I don't think people give enough credit to how normal he is for his background

Yes Tim is CEO but he's also been 17 for years and probably has taken cocaine to see what it felt like

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[hellishgayliath]

"There's no place I'd rather be than by your side, hearing the sweet sound of your laughter"

[4chtungb4by]

I like to think Harbey wears scrubs to honor Casual Friday.