#WHAT ELSE

[stqrgirl3]

Marauders quotes as things my friend group has said pt1:

Sirius: maybe i can fix him

James: no really you cant, first fix yourself

Sirius: i am very selfless

Peter: no the fuck you're not you just told me to die

Sirius: yeah, selflessly

[somerandomdudelmao]

Let me show you one of my original concepts :>

Because. Why not haha👍

Characters refs Masterpost

Next

[staragroza]

Hello White Man 500 that my brain decided to latch onto.

and actual doodle sheet of my madness

hes trans to me btw

[stefisdoingthings]

ark aftermath

[mechanicalinfection]

i dont have anything else to say

[pinkflames]

If I had a nickel for everytime grian's summoned a Wither in the life series, I'd have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but why the fuck has he done it twice

[jamdrawers]

Friend's Lizardfolk Dragon-Disciple Skalaza eating extra-hot Dragon Fire chicken nuggets and really struggling but fighting through it because she imagines a real dragon can handle anything.

[vuiltone]

my precious babies

(that one veil scene 14 thing but not in the shipping way)

[aikselddaiks]

the night time is the right time

[keperaz]

late night sketch of these two

[icallhimjoey]

Hey bestie just wondering if u could do a little comfort one shot of our joey, context:

Starting our period in the middle of work(specifically retail but like a 6hr shift) and coming home grumpy and wanting comfort from Joe?

Pls and thank you🤍

fuck off i can TASTE this request in my bones, what the FUCK - thanks for sending it in babes, love you, mwah 🤍 Wordcount: 1.8K

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What Else?

"Babe!" Joe called when he heard the front door go, and he sounded all chipper.

All happy that you were home. Upbeat, and in a good mood. Dripping with joy. Excited to see you, and enthusiastic, and all eager and... no. That was wrong. That was all wrong.

You were none of those things and didn't have any patience for any of those things.

You silently debated ignoring him and slipping into the shower to melt yourself down the drain. Joe hadn't done anything wrong, but it just so happened that the universe had. It wasn't Joe's fault that he was part of that, but he was, and so, one plus one equalled no patience for Joe.

"Babe?" Joe sounded a bit more unsure when you didn't answer him.

"No." you just replied, your voice as flat as you could manage it still.

Joe was going to have to leave you alone for a bit. Not get too close or look you in the eye. You know, for his own safety.

But then you heard rushed footsteps.

"No? What do you mean, no?"

Joe stepped into the hallway and the boy looked like he'd just had the most leisurely day ever, which was wrong.

Wrong thing to look like.

You very much hadn't had a leisurely day, so no one else was allowed to have had one, either.

You were tired, and in a mood, and all your face wanted to do was frown, and if Joe knew what was good for him he'd wipe that stupid smile right off of his face as he closed in on you and curled his arms around your head to hug your face.

He pressed his cheek to yours, and you allowed it.

Just for a second, though.

The kiss he then pressed to your cheek was too much.

Wrong.

"I've got balled up toilet paper in my underwear." you made it sound like a warning. Like Joe was on thin ice, somehow.

"Oh..." Joe said in casual surprise before trying to get another wet kiss in that you leant away from as you frowned deeper and pushed him back.

He hadn't picked up on the cautionary advice you actually never shared.

Wrong.

"Don't touch me."

"Okay, sorry!" Joe comically stepped back and held both his hands up. "Can I touch you when your underwear no longer contains balled up toilet paper?"

You pushed him aside as you made your way to the bathroom.

"No."

Yes, he could. He better. If Joe wasn't going to be nice to you, you'd be even less fun to be around.

"No?" Joe double-checked.

Yes.

"No." You double-downed.

You disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, and you heard Joe chuckle.

Chuckle.

"Fuck you."

Joe was a bad boyfriend and you could fucking cry.

"Okay." Joe lightly scolded, having obviously heard the soft swearing from inside the bathroom, humour still evident in his voice from behind the door. "Take a second and come find me after."

You had to take a moment to breathe, eyes closed, nostrils flared. If you didn't, you'd lash out and say something you didn't mean. You meant the fuck you. Joe was an adult and could read the room and be gentle instead of laugh at you.

You heard him leave the hallway before you sighed deeply, turned on the shower, and let your brain go silent to the white noise of the water stream.

You washed your hair in the first minute, then sat down and decided you could just stay there for the evening. With your back against the tiles, you hugged your knees tightly, chin atop. Blanketed by the warm water and hidden away from everything else.

Perfect.

After about twenty minutes of sitting in the shower, you heard the door unlock and open.

Joe placed the butterknife he used to break in next to the sink and reached into the shower to turn it off.

"Come on, baby,"

Joe had to squat to help you up.

"Time to dry off."

You wordlessly let yourself be helped onto your feet, and then groaned slightly when Joe held up a big fluffy towel that you stepped into. He hugged you over it as you let yourself sink into him. Joe made sure to hug and squeeze you all over, shifting his arms up and down your body, and it was arguably the best way to get dry after a shower.

"My feet are sore," you complained, eyes wet. "I never want to work again."

"My poor baby," Joe cooed sincerely. "What else?"

"I've got a headache."

"You do?" Joe moved the towel to softly dab your face, careful gentle touches near your eyes, dabbing away shower water as well as the beginnnigs of tears.

"And I want to pull my uterus out of my stomach."

"That sounds messy." Joe kneeled as he dried your legs.

It was so devastating to be upset over a discomfort that you just had to accept, because you were born like this. It was unfair.

"I think I might've bruised my vagina with the toilet paper."

"Hmm," Joe looked, and it seemed fine, but what did he know? He had never had to fold up single ply toiletpaper enough times for it to resemble a pad.

"What else?" Joe's voice was smooth like velvet, no making fun. Just comfort.

"I want to commit a murder."

Joe dried the tops of your feet as you wiped at your face, hot tears of frustration now passing your lashline.

"People are the w-worst and they all need to die."

Joe leant back on his heels and looked up at you, brow creased in what appeared to be genuine sympathy. You thought he may say something reasonable, like, not all people, or whatever. But he didn't. Instead he just cocked his head to the side a little and asked,

"What else?"

That made you sob.

"I want..." you started, breath stuttering. "I want– I'm leaking." You felt the trickle of period blood and Joe was quick to swoop in, getting it before you could even look down to see the damage.

"What else, baby? What do you want?" he distracted.

"I want... chocolate. Sugar."

Joe dried you off completely, cleaned and wiped what needed cleaning and wiping and then found a tampon where you kept them.

"I want it to rain, and I want it to be autumn."

You were crying and being unreasonable and it felt great whilst simultaneously feeling the worst.

"Who designed the female bod-dy? Who th-thought of the concept of it? They got it wrong. It's all wrong."

Joe moved like he was going to help insert the tampon, a move that would've made you laugh had you been in a better mood. Now, it just made you take the cotton from his hands as you listed off more things that were wrong with the world.

"My stomach hurts, a-and I'm mad at the government."

Joe just listened. Helped you dress into soft comfortable clothes. Encouraged you to get all of your complaints out. It'd leave the world feeling lighter, he knew. He'd dealt with you on days like these before.

Was nothing new.

He couldn't right any of the wrongs, but he could be sweet and love you with a bit more care than usual.

When you eventually ended up on the sofa together, you were ready to lay down right on top, but Joe stopped you just before you did.

"Can't rub your feet like that. You said you had sore feet, right?"

The way that made your lip wobble made Joe easily accept you in his arms, the way you wanted to lay with him in the first place. He'd get your feet later.

Joe made space between his legs to accommodate you.

With his back comfortably pushed into the sofa cushions and you rubbing your face into the fabric of his T-shirt that covered his chest, Joe decided to ask just one more time.

"Hey," he whispered, wrapping a leg around one of yours. "What else?"

You took a moment to think, but came up blank.

There was nothing else left. You were still annoyed, and tired, and dealing with a dull pain in your lower stomach, but you'd mentioned all of those things already.

There was something you hadn't yet said though.

"M'sorry," you murmured, meaning it with your full chest, but voice only coming out small.

Joe smiled, and he could've made a small joke. Poked fun, just a little.

He didn't.

"I'm sorry I was mean."

Joe just kissed the top of your head

"Can you..." you began, moving a hand up to swipe your wet hair aside.

"Yea of course," Joe's hand found the hem of your T-shirt to pull up, revealing your bare back. You didn't need to finish the question for Joe to know what you were asking for as his finger tips started slowly trailing up and down your back.

Joe felt how you sunk into him more. Felt how your breath was just a strange inhale away from letting emotions seep through the cracks once more. How you burrowed into him even more than he thought was really even possible.

This was all you'd really needed since the moment you'd walked in.

And he'd tried.

He'd called for you.

Knew you'd had a long shift that day.

But you hadn't been ready then.

You'd needed to get a bunch of things out of your system first.

Joe knew.

Knew you.

Joe's tickling fingers felt like heaven, tracing up and down your back inside of your shirt. It was strange how you felt both heavy and light, limbs like lead, but your mind sort of floaty.

You sighed into him as you felt Joe's other leg close in on you, caging you in.

"I really am sorry. When I said no, before, when you asked if you could touch me, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean no."

"Hmm," Joe hummed, and swallowed everything he could say about how he knew you hadn't meant no. How he knew you. There was a reason why he knew how to easily break into the bathroom.

"That's okay. I get to touch you now, don't I?"

You smiled, embarrassed because of your own earlier childish lies.

Joe was a good boyfriend.

"I get to touch you, and hug you, and feel you, and," Joe strained his neck to press a kiss against your hairline. "And kiss you..."

You melted under his affection, and decided you had an important question to ask him as well.

"Yea?" you planted you chin on his chest and looked at your boyfriend, double chins and all, as he looked down at you, gaze warm and dripping with sweet honeyed love for you.

You tried returning it as best you could.

"What else?"

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[obamerzslop]

Magnets, no matter how hard they pull, they cannot seem to keep apart.

[yearnerspermit]

I’ve seen people bring up the fact that at the end of 2x04 Louis and Armand are fighting and then boom, start of 2x05 they’re the most sickly sweet in love we’ve seen them yet

I could be misremembering things. But uh. We haven’t heard anything about the removed diary pages since Louis asked to see them at the end of 2x01 and Armand agreed to gather them for him, have we?

Louis definitely hasn’t been given them because we know what’s in those pages, and we know it’s something Armand is trying to protect Louis from. But Louis was pretty insistent about it. And he hasn’t followed up on that at all since.

I’ve seen the interpretation that the beginning of 2x05 lovesick storytelling is just Louis and Armand putting up a united front to make up for fighting in front of Daniel before that. But the diary page discussion doesn’t happen in front of him. They have no reason to pretend in front of him for that particular thing.

Louis asked for the diary pages, Armand agreed. Louis was never given them. And we haven’t heard anything about it since.

I could see the performative unity interpretation of the 2x05 scene if it were in isolation. But both of these happen as they’re getting ready to sleep — getting ready to rest — and then the story abruptly forgets they ever happened. They parallel each other too closely for me to think the writers don’t want us to connect those

Armand, for as loving and protective as I know he’s trying to be, as well intentioned as I know he thinks he is, has rewritten the memory and mind and intentions and feelings of the love of his life multiple times in a matter of days

[setoronini]

Yall fw skaterlight right.i dont even know if epople can see my posts

blreh

Lampert design inspo from a friend (@kinoko-draws ) .kinda.i steal hcs what do you expectAnyways

[chiisanajimi]

baby chrobin feh banner got me thinking about this arranged marriage au i made years ago and never wrote

(if it's not clear, f!chrobin are publicly betrothed and they are good friends but m!chrobin is the endgame ship)

[n0cturna1-m3]

Hot & Heavy | Bottom! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Top! Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Request(s); "Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with sounding, praise, and breeding if you don't mind 😃..." and "...Could you write sounding and edging a tied up Gaz. I need to make that man beg and whimper..."

Warnings; Sounding (DO NOT LOOK IT UP IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS! JUST DONT READ THIS FIC!! MOVE ON!), hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cream pie, bareback, withheld orgasm, little bit of praise, this is probably bad im sorry

Synopsis; there isnt even a plot man just read the warnings

A/N; haha... sorry for ... not writing in 6 months or whatever.... im back now though! right..? ...

1.7k words

Kyle sighed and shuffled in his place on the bed. his arms were tied above him, wrists secured to the headboard, and back flush to the mattress. Y/N was settled between his legs and holding his bare hips while kissing at his neck, sucking dark hickeys onto the smooth skin.

“Hurry up,” he whispered, desperately wriggling in place. Y/N snickered and sat up, adjusting his hands to hold Kyle’s thighs instead.

He looked stunning all strung up, muscles stretched from the irregular position. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, his face burning from desire.

“What do you want me to do?” Y/N asked. Kyle groaned with exasperation. He was hard and leaking against his stomach from nothing more than kissing and light touches that only grazed the places he wanted them.

“Anything,” he pleaded.

“Anything?” Kyle swallowed thickly but nodded. “Okay.”

Y/N smiled before climbing off the bed to gather a few items. Kyle watched him with a twinge of curiosity.

When he returned to where he was previously sitting with a bottle of lube and a small case, Kyle curled a brow. “What the hell is that?”

“You can say no,” Y/N said. He could tell Kyle was intrigued by the way he pursed his lips and eyed the case, silently waiting to see what was inside. Y/N unzipped it and opened it before tilting it so that Kyle could see its contents.

His immediate reaction was that of mild disgust, raising an eyebrow and scrunching his nose. His Upper lip pulled at one corner showing his teeth.

“Is that what I think it is?”

Y/N sheepishly nodded. He was embarrassed now. He shouldn't have brought it up. It was a foolish idea. Kyle’s expression softened as he looked at Y/N’s face and he sighed.

“We can try it.” Y/N perked up and stared at Kyle, trying to read him to make sure he wasn’t teasing him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He was hesitant. He wouldn’t want to pressure Kyle into doing something he didn’t want to do.

Kyle shrugged as best as he could with his arms bound above his head.

“I’ll try anything once,” he said. Y/N beamed and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips before pulling away.

“Thank you.” Y/N set the case aside before placing his hands on Kyle’s abdomen. He dipped his head into the crook of Kyle’s neck and began placing kisses on the soft skin, all the while running his hands up and down his torso.

Kyle sighed and rolled his head to the other side, allowing a broader space for Y/N to mouth. Y/N inhaled deeply. The smell of Kyle’s cologne drove him mad. Everything about him did.

Y/N moved one of his hands down Kyle’s stomach, grazing his skin with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around Kyle’s cock. The latter groaned and rolled his hips up into Y/N’s hand. His desperation for touch was finally being fulfilled.

Pre-cum dripped from the slit of Kyle’s dick, the liquid beading on the tip before being swept away by Y/N’s thumb brushing over the sensitive head. He nipped at Kyle’s neck one last time before pulling away.

Grabbing the lune, Y/N popped the cap and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand before setting it aside again. He reached for the case and pulled the thinnest of the rods from it, then placed it in his wet palm to lubricate it. Kyle watched nervously.

“Shouldn’t you use one of the, uh, smooth ones?” he asked. The rod Y/N had chosen was ribbed with a ring at the end, which made him anxious.

“This one will hold the lube in it better, make it a smoother process,” he replied. Y/N looked up and met Kyle’s gaze. He chewed his lip for a moment before leaning down to kiss him softly. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Kyle nodded.

Y/N held the end of the rod in his dry hand and used the other to hold Kyle’s weeping cock, the latter groaning under his gentle touch. He stroked him a few times before stopping his movements and pressing the rod to his slit.

Slowly, he began pushing it inside. Kyle’s breath quickened and his legs twitched as the first passed through his cock. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it was certainly strange.

“Fuck, that feels so weird,” he muttered. Y/N glanced up at him while slowly pushing it further inside. He didn’t miss how Kyle’s gaze was glued to his dick. Staring at the point where the metal was disappearing gradually.

A deep groan left Kyle’s parted lips when it was finally fully inside, leaving only the ring visible.

“I can feel it in my arse, what the fuck,” he said. His face was twisted up with pleasure as heat coursed through him.

Y/N leaned forward and began kissing Kyle’s chest again. Nipping at his soft skin while his hands roamed his body, eventually resting on his hips. His right hand slowly inched towards Kyle’s dick, wrapping around it and eliciting a moan from the other man. Y/N slowly began pumping his cock, slick with precum and lube. It caused the rod to move slightly, a strange feeling he’d never felt before. But it wasn’t unpleasant. He was shocked that it wasn’t, to be frank.

“Fuck…” Kyle drawled, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. Y/N glanced up at him and smiled, pleased with himself that his lover was enjoying himself.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his cheek on his chest. “You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”

Kyle bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Y/N, who met his gaze and held it. It was almost intimidating.

“Is there something you want?” Y/N asked, a twinge of mocking laced into his words. Kyle groaned and wriggled on the bed for a moment before going limp. All the while Y/N kept languidly pumping his cock.

“Can’t you just-” he broke off into a whine as Y/N twisted his wrist, moving his hand faster.

Y/N looked at him with a cheeky grin.

“What was that, love?”

Kyle huffed and nudged Y/N with his knee.

“Listen, big guy, if you don’t take care of me right now when you let me out of these cuffs I’ll beat your arse and make you sleep on the couch.”

Y/N just snickered and ignored him, keeping up his slow, teasing and rhythmic motions. Pressing his thumb against the top of the rod and pushing it deeper, squeezing the base of his cock, pulling back his foreskin and placing a gentle kiss on the exposed tip.

Anything to rile him up.

Anything to make him beg.

It wasn’t long before tears were welling in Kyle's eyes. His breath was shallow and quick, and it left his head fuzzy and his limbs tingling.

“Will you please just fuck me,” Kyle pleaded.

Y/N glanced up at him from where he was crouched down, lapping at his length. He grinned and nodded before removing his hands from Kyle’s body, one moving to hold his hip, the other in between his legs, prodding at his hole.

Two fingers immediately eased inside of him, causing a low groan to erupt from Kyle’s throat. His head lolled back, hitting the pillow. He dug his heels into the mattress, silently pleading for Y/N to pick up the pace. So he did.

Y/N worked his fingers in and out of Kyle quickly, almost frantically trying to get him loose enough to take his cock. Kyle shuddered when Y/N hit his prostate, an almost croaking sound leaving his pursed lips. Y/N took notice and set an unrelenting, brutal pace on the spot. Kyle bit his lip to quiet himself.

“Mggh, oh my god,” he whined, balling his hands into fists. “Y/N, please!”

He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his eyes shut tight as Y/N added a third finger, slowing for only a moment to allow Kyle to adjust before he resumed his fast pace.

Kyle’s biceps flexed from pulling at his restraints. His stomach tensed and his legs squeezed around Y/N’s body. The amount of feeling happening was altogether too much, but it was also just right.

Y/N suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some into his palm before slicking up his dick. He held Kyle’s hip in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, before he gently pressed the head to Kyle’s hole.

It took all his strength not to immediately bottom out once he had pushed his tip inside. He was hot and wet and perfect, it made him want to take all of him in that moment.

Kyle’s jaw hung open slightly, his eyes glued to Y/N’s concentrated face.

When Y/N finally bottomed out, he looked up, being met with Kyle’s intense gaze. He let out a shaky breath before leaning down and kissing him deeply, hands glued to Kyle’s hips.

He began moving slowly, rolling his hips back before pushing back inside gently to test the waters. Kyle moaned before pulling his head back and pressing his forehead to Y/N’s.

“Fuck me like a man.”

Y/N nodded and began a relentless pace, similar to how he stretched him out. Although this time it was more desperate and depraved. Y/N’s goal was to fuck him hard, just like he told him to.

Their bodies were flush, unbelievably close, and yet not enough. Y/N’s balls smacked against Kyle’s arse, a wet sound filling the room as lube and pre-cum dripped down and onto the bed sheets.

“Haah, fuck,” Y/N whimpered. he dug his fingers into the meat of Kyle’s hips and pulled him impossibly closer. “Y’ feel so good baby, mm…”

Kyle shivered and furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m gonna cum!” he slurred.

“Wait, please,” Y/N begged. “I’m almost there, just wait.”

Kyle whined but nodded, quiet whimpers escaping him as he tried to hold himself steady.

Y/N’s hips stuttered suddenly and his pace faltered. He sat back and grabbed the end of the rod and pulled it out, finally allowing Kyle to cum. Tears welled in his eyes as he did, long streaks of white spilling onto his stomach. Y/N soon followed, filling him up. He slowed to a stop before hanging his head to catch his breath.

Kyle was panting, eyes hazy and body warm. He looked up at Y/N through half-lidded eyes.

“Can we go again?”