#only short

[sleepingreallylatee]

💻

“Gra, get up…i know you want it, but i’m still working on this…” Damon huffs, looking down at where Graham’s chin rests against his thigh, knelt down by his chair.

he’s got those stupid puppy eyes on, staring up at Damon and chewing on his bottom lip. he’d been needy all evening, asking Damon desperately to come to bed. not just for sleep. he couldn’t settle and it was obvious why.

Damon looks at him again, exhaling slowly and nudging his shoulder. Graham lets himself be moved. he’s shoved under the desk, and Damon tucks his chair in. prime position.

“go on…” he murmurs.

Graham licks his lips, hands going to damon’s lap. he fumbles with his belt and then with the button on his jeans. all the friction from his clumsy fingers rubbing against the material makes a tent appear, but Damon seems unfased.

he clicks around on his mixer app on the computer, resting his chin in his palm and moving the drum machine around. Graham gets the button free and unzips his fly, tugging his boxers down just to free him. exactly what he wanted.

a hand reaches down to rest on his knee as Graham’s head stays between his legs. he bumps his nose against it. no reaction from Damon. as long as his Gra keeps happy.

he doesnt even flinch when Graham takes him into his mouth. he can feel his tongue lapping at him and how he hums around him. he’s being filthy and he’s loving it.

Graham starts to bob his head up and down on him, hands pawing at his thighs like a cat. the hand Damon had rested on his knee goes to Graham’s hair, petting it and then patting his head. silent praise. god, hes easy and pathetic enough to have only that keep him going.

he whimpers around him. Damon grabs a handful of hair and gives it a tug. he knows what it does to him. every so often he feels the roughness of Graham’s stubble and moustache brush him, and it stings in such a good way.

Graham whimpers again at the tug, his need for a change of underwear becoming more and more certain. nothing was even being done to him except a couple of tugs to the scalp and being allowed to go to town on his partner.

another tug makes a higher pitched whine fall from his mouth, muffled around him. he hits his head against the desk. not hard. Damon reaches over to pet his head where he had hit it, before moving it to the back of his head and pushing him gently further between his legs.

he promptly finishes and the younger laps it up, in utter bliss. Damon fixes his clothes and buttons his jeans back up before patting his lap. “c’mere…”

Graham crawls out, face all red. Damon wipes some of himself from his cheek and shoves it into his partner’s mouth. he sucks it off of his thumb desperately and then crawls into Damon’s lap.

Damon welcomes him with open arms, cradling him gently. he presses kisses to his head and hugs him tight, letting him stay in his lap while he continued working. Graham settled with his head against his chest.

“did you finish, baby?” he asks, looking at him gently. Graham doesnt look up, but nods. he needs to change, but he doesn’t want to get up right now. he’s right where he wants to be.

[dkettchen]

sometimes it turns out you're not an XS, you're just an XL who happens to be 5'4"

[kellykadesperate]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Emmerdale, robron Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden, Adam Barton/Victoria Sugden, Chas Dingle/Paddy Kirk Characters: Aaron Dingle, Robert Sugden, Victoira Sugden, Liv Flaherty, Adam Barton, Chas Dingle, Paddy Kirk, Charity Dingle, Original Male Character, Jimmy King, Nicola King Additional Tags: Obsession, Established Relationship, Roblivion, sinister - Freeform, Dark, Jealousy, Angst levels are high, Relationship Growth, Secrets, The Past, A little controversial - who's in the wrong?, Family, Slow Burn, Multi Chapter, AU, Husbands, Lots of kissing, Scars Mentions Summary:

robert hires calum after nicola and jimmy go off on their holidays and leave him in the lurch, aaron instantly doesn't like him and sees ulterior motives behind his flash smile and interesting stories.

soon issues arise when things become more sinister and robert continues to turn a blind eye as calum drives a further wedge between the 'happy couple' becoming even more determined to have robert all for himself.

[branmer]

I'm a bit like perhaps I should not have agreed to take part in this comics discord anthology given my other deadlines but I know it will be fun and a good like, community thing to be part of, so.

[shai-draws-words]

Scout: Crap. My phone died.

Heavy: Where is funeral?

(I headcanon that Heavy is the ultimate Dad-jokes slinger (And Spy is secretly jealous about it))

[bookarella]

Forever and Always~Snowbaz Oneshot

Hey! Decided to write a oneshot about Simon walking into Baz playing the violin, because I’m in a very musical mood. Send me requests if you want and enjoy!!

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Hauntingly sweet music filled the air. High notes danced through the air, bouncing off the walls and sending chills down Simon’s spine. He followed the trail of notes down the corridor, trying to find the source of this beautiful music.

As he carried on down the corridor, Simon realised that the music was coming from a familiar room in the Pitch manor. The room was Baz’s.

Simon knew that Baz played the violin, or some sort of musical instrument that required a good deal of talent to play, but he had never actually heard him play before. Call him a terrible boyfriend if you wished. (He knew he was. He promised Baz he would be.) Whenever Simon brought it up in a conversation, Baz would just say that he wasn’t really a good violinist. Simon, of course, didn’t believe him. He would’ve loved to hear Baz play some day, but he didn’t want to make Baz uncomfortable by asking to sit and listen to him play. But Simon always knew that Baz was a better violinist than he said he was, and never believed him when he said he was bad. (Not believing things that his boyfriend said were true was also one of the reasons why Simon was a terrible boyfriend.)

But he didn’t think he was this good.

He creeped closer to the door, leaning closer to the wood in a hope that he could hear the notes better. As the music dipped into a diminuendo, Simon strained his ears to hear the notes which were climbing incredibly high. Too absorbed in the heartwrenching music coming from the small instrument, Simon hadn’t realised that he had put too much weight on the door, which was already slightly ajar, causing the door to swing fully open. Simon stared into the room with his mouth opened wide, a sign of pure guilt. Baz spun around to face the intruder that had entered his room, causing the sweet music to end abruptly. There was a moment of complete silence and Simon mentally cursed himself for being such an idiot.

As Baz opened his mouth to say something, Simon interrupted him (for the second time in under a minute, somewhat of a record for even him) with, “You liar.”

Baz stared at him for a good few confusing moments, before saying, “What?”

Simon straightened himself (which he technically shouldn’t have been able to do that well since he was some degree of completely gay), before repeating what he had very stupidly said, “You liar.” Baz stared at him again, completely and utterly confused. “You’re a liar, because you lied to me.” Genius, Simon, pure genius. “You said that you weren’t a good violinist, but you quite obviously are,” Simon stated.

Baz’s confused faced, quickly turned into a blush, his head tilting downwards to the floor and his shoes which had become quite interesting all of a sudden. “I’m n-not really that g-good,” he stammered. “Some of the notes I hit were a bit flat, and the bow drifted slightly, causing the sound to waver a bit…so, y-yeah, it wasn’t really that good.”

“Basilton Grimm-Pitch!” Simon exclaimed, “Stop lying, for Merlin’s sake!” Simon’s then suddenly became a lot softer and quieter as he walked towards Baz, “Baz, that sounded absolutely amazing. I hate when you doubt your skills because you’re obviously incredibly talented and I hate it when you lie to me like that, because I love you and think your amazing. And the fact you hit one note flat, which, by the way, no body could ever hear, or the fact that your bow moved one millimeter from the correct position, won’t make me think otherwise. I love you, Baz, because you’re my amazingly talented boyfriend and you won’t ever not be. I love you and there is nothing that would make me stop loving you.” Simon then placed a small kiss on Baz’s lips.

“I love you, too, my amazing boyfriend,” Baz told Simon before returning his kiss.

As they parted from their kiss, Simon whispered, “I thought I told you to stop lying. I’m not your amazing boyfriend. I’m your terrible boyfriend, you got it? And I will be forever and always.” Simon smiled at Baz, his eyes full of laughter and happiness.

Baz chuckled slightly, “Of course. You are definitely my amazingly terrible boyfriend. Forever and Always.”

[stedeybon]

I haven't written in about 74 years but Carol and Daryl's reunion has been spinning around in my head since Rick banished her and I haven't had the courage to actually attempt to write it until now. I know that they will probably reunite but the chances are it won't be in this way. I just liked the idea of doing it like this. So yeah- Caryl reunite in my fanfic under the cut 

Got to keep the pace up. Keep it up. Keep running. Tree branches lashed at his face as he ran through the dense woods, his feet crunching on the soil. Narrowly, he had escaped from the men who had found him sat by the railway track. As they all succumbed to sleep, he had taken off running and hadn't stopped in what felt like hours. But Daryl had no intention of stopping. He didn't like the looks of the men who found him and liked even less what they had to say to him.

"Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?" they had said.

The words had been ringing in Daryl's ears as they walked on through the woods. He had no clue where Beth was nor where to start looking for her. It was unlikely he'd ever see her again. As the sun was rising, he stopped, panting, against a tree. He rested his head on the trunk and took greedy breaths inwards. Suddenly, he was aware that he had no food and no water on him but, armed with the thought that the group could be behind him, he stood up straight and continued walking.

His crossbow was pointed in front of him as he half jogged through the woods, armed. Where could he run to? Where was Beth? Had the rest of the group survived the prison attack? Questions raced through his mind as he walked on. He was adamant that nobody had survived but something in him told him that they could have all made it. Everyone could have. Then his mind switched to Carol. It had been weeks since he saw her last. With her, came the thoughts of Rick telling him the news he had banished her from the prison. The anger came back, the empty feeling in his stomach and also Rick. Would he ever see him again? He stopped walking again as he came to a clearing. It was the railway track again with a sign next to it.

"Sanctuary," it read, "those who arrive, survive".

It was as good a place as any to aim for and he thought that, if anyone had survived the prison and they had seen this, they would make way for it as well. A map was plastered next to it and Daryl saw it lead by the tracks to the sanctuary so he continued on. He couldn't have been walking for an hour before he came across a small herd of walkers further along the tracks. Looking at his crossbow, there were only a few flimsy arrows left. Armed with only those, his knife, and gun, he ran back into the woods. He would stand no chance against all of those now and a wave of hopelessness washed over him. Once again, he was alone. No family. No group. Not even a friend. With no company, the feeling of emptiness returned and he shut his eyes and leant against a tree.

Daryl's eyelids felt heavy, aware of the fact that he hadn't slept properly in over a day. But, with the sun high in the sky, he resolved to keep moving and started into a run again. He managed to avoid odd walkers as they roamed aimlessly through the woods, sometimes driving his knife into one or two if they were in the way, and then stopped to think about this sanctuary. "Those who arrive, survive". It seemed so strange in this world, where people only had their best interests at heart, that there would be large signs pointing outsiders to a safe camp. Were they not worried they would get some unwelcome guests? Or maybe those people were the one who would be unwelcome. The thought put him on edge for a moment. Was he actually just going to go walking into this sanctuary he knew nothing about on his own with hardly any weapons or resources? Then he thought about it some more- what choice was he left with?

The sun was setting when he thought of Carol again. Always keeping the railway track on his right as he walked through the trees, he was thinking, if she had survived being on her own then it was likely she would have gone there.

"'The hell d'you mean 'if'?" he whispered to himself as he sank down next to the tracks.

Daryl was deflated, tired, hungry and thirsty. But there were no signs of water round here and even less chance of finding an animal he could kill and eat.  He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms then got to his feet again. He hadn't stopped walking in hours and hours and it was taking its toll but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He needed to feel safe. Even if it was in the form of a sanctuary. Rustling in the bushes around him and through the trees had begun. With that, he pushed himself to his feet only to be confronted by a group of walkers who had pushed their way through the woods on his right. He kicked the nearest one away with a short shout of surprise and took off back into the woods. But they were everywhere. And they were close. It was like they had him in a circle. The effect was almost claustrophobic. Daryl narrowly dodged closer ones and drove his knife into ones even closer and then  sprinted on quickly. His eyes darted around looking for gaps between them and found one. It was small but he ran as fast as his legs would allow.

He crashed through a pair of walkers, pulling his arms close into himself as he jumped sideways through them. As his eyes were glancing backwards and around him looking for more of them, he darted around a thick tree and crashed into something. A shriek escaped as they both went down. Daryl grabbed them by the shoulders and threw them off to the side, rolling on top of them with one hand on their neck and grasping his knife up behind his head ready to strike. But who it was made him falter. His lips parted and his arms felt weak, a gasp escaping. Staring up at him was Carol. Those big blue eyes gazing up at him in astonishment, her own lips parted in amazement as she looked at him.

She couldn't be real. He was delusional. He was imagining. But even as he pondered this, he could hear the walkers behind them gaining closer and he got to his feet and pulled her up with him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around.

"Go!" he ordered.

Carol ran ahead in front and stabbed every walker that came into her path. No time to speak. Daryl's mind was a muddle with questions and shock at literally crashing into her in the vast woods. But he wasn't about to stand there and complain. They ran and ran until they couldn't carry on any further and she stopped, leaning back against a tree, and falling to the ground. He joined her and they sat in silence as they panted, trying to gain their breath back and trying to think of something to say. Carol glanced at him and he caught it out of the corner of his eye. Quickly, before she could protest, he roughly threw his left arm around his skinny shoulders and help it tightly. Her breathing was still ragged but she sank her forehead down onto his shoulder and settled her arm across his stomach. Daryl brought his right hand up to her cheek and stroked her cheekbone lightly with his thumb, resting his other fingers on her neck. He could feel her warm breath against his neck and pulled her closer.

Neither of them said anything. Not for hours. They were peaceful and, as it grew dark, their breathing became steady and she fell asleep against him.