#crouched on top of me

[puppyeared]

so fucking normal abt this cat

[risetherivermoon]

i love how chronically offline he is,

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Barty doesn’t bottom for evan

say that to his loose bumhole lmaoooo thanks for the microfic inspiration anon!

Straw blonde hair curled around dark brown fingers as Evan pulled back Barty's head. The sound of skin slapping together against one another could barely be heard over the sound of the man moaning shamelessly. Lanky legs shook as they spread around Evan's form, the rest of his emaciated body bent over the dining table in whatever way had come easiest when Evan had first grabbed him.

"Fuck, Rosie.. so good," the man let out, his lips twitching upwards in a pleased expression. As his hair was pulled, the man followed, allowing him the closeness Evan had been robbing him of so far.

Sweat already laced Evan's skin, as well as the clothes he'd barely taken off. Loose grey sweatpants had been shimmied down to expose his cock and they were now paying the price of their hurry with the few stains lingering in the fabric.

At the opportunity, Barty buried his face in Evan's neck as much as the position allowed him, inhaling deeply.

"You smell so fucking good," he purred, nipping at a stretched earlobe. Golden eyes rolled as they watched, meeting blue only briefly before roughly gripping Barty's whorish waist. With a quick move the freckled man was bent over the table again, regular thrusts returning.

"You're such a pervert. Getting turned on by smelling me, all sweaty and shit.." he trailed off. Despite his mocking, a groan left Evan—somewhat of a rarity from the otherwise silent man.

He'd let his head fall backwards and a breath left him as he did so, feeling the warm insides of his boyfriend stretch to accommodate his every move. It was clear Barty was eager to keep him as deep as possible by the way he clenched around Evan each time he pressed himself balls deep into him.

A hand travelled downwards and a poorly stifled laugh left Barty. Pale, slender fingers found the bulge in his stomach, rubbing it every time it appeared.

"I can't help it, Rosie," he insisted. "Besides, you're the one, heh, who came home and bent me over the table. In the middle of the k-kitchen too. Naughty, naughty, Ev."

He'd expected it, the way Evan's grip tightened around his hair, tugging at it again.

"Only because you were sending me pictures, like some damn whore."

A sound similar to a giggle left the man pressed against the table and he clenched around his boyfriend once more.

"Mhm, your whore," he urged.

It was subtle, the twitch Evan's hips offered, but it made Barty push his hips back further, meeting each thrust the man delivered. His words turned to moans, muddled and incomplete.

The hand that had rested on his stomach moved to find Evan's hand, the one that rested on his waist, and he pulled it upwards to inhale the sweaty smell lingering at his wrist. It was almost embarrassing how fast he came after that, jerking his hips while thin streaks of white decorated their dining table.

Evan licked his lips at the sight, showing little mercy as he continued to ram into Barty before a similar splash of white filled up the insides of a man that had already taken to begging for more.

[morsmortish]

the name bartimaeus originates from the bible, a hybrid of the arabic word ‘bar’ (meaning “son”) and the greek word ‘timaeus’ (meaning “honourable”). the words put together create the name bartimaeus, meaning “honourable son”. within the bible, bartimaeus is a blind beggar on the side of the street who gets his vision restored due his unwavering faith in God.

so. bartimaeus ↦ bartemius. the irony of barty’s name being derived from a word meaning “honourable son”. the impact of his father naming him not just after himself, but also pushing all these expectations of ‘honour’ onto him from barty’s first breath. the blind beggar man reflecting barty’s own troubled youth, the struggles of never being seen/being able to see from the confines of the imperius curse. the beggar’s faith in a high power restoring his eyesight, in the same way barty gets his body autonomy restored by the freedom of joining voldemort and killing his father. barty and the beggar sharing this same undoubting belief in their own form of a god. both of them named the same.

[swag696942069]

Barty, about to enter Evan: Here comes the airplane

Evan, mortified: Don't ever say that to me again

[kinaesthetiqueer]

"Spread across the comforter are their film strips from the photo corner at the dance... A full size picture of the four of them signing their team letter to the camera with huge smiles on their faces."

On the Run from Tomorrow, ch. 17

Last chap's up. I am getting so horribly emotional trying to write a note here, so just...

JNPR 💛🧡❤️💚 Forever

[spending-life-pretending]

started reading the lymond chronicles and I truly have no idea what’s going on but I do like the funny words this guy is speaking to me

[starlittragedies]

can’t stop thinking about the doctor!jegulus fanart so here’s a marauders grey’s anatomy au brain dump (black’s anatomy)

ok so imagine regulus who just got back from studying abroad and is going the hospital his brother works at (as a cardio attending) for his intern year… the night before he started to get a bit drunk on the pub by his apartment as he isn’t quite comfortable being back to the city he grew up in (because in every universe walburga is a shitty mother and her children suffer from it) and sleeps with a random guy.

the following day, his first day as an intern, he runs a bit late then later meets his fellow interns pandora, dorcas, evan, and barty… they’re all under the resident alice fortescue by the way (who seems to have a bit of trouble with another attending but we’ll get on with that later).

regulus’ first case was monitoring a kid (more of a tween if u ask me) and when he meets the assigned peds attending, he is shocked to see its the man he slept with the previous night.

[raytm]

tobias and i having a back and forth about who is a top and he said tops don't bounce in the corner like a gremlin and say they're a top and im offended

[seattlesellie]

The way that asked singlehandedly refueled my "being pupped around by ellie" fantasies SIGH

IF i speak….

[drowsyanddazed]

just took and passed my last ever exam as a student hehe i’m graduatingggg!!

[mon-etoile-sunseeker]

Okay hear me out, the Slytherin skittles are so Coyote Ugly coded. Like Barty & Evan are Bridget and Zoe, Pandora is Cammie, Regulus is Violet but her post-job when she finds her confidence in it, and Dorcas rounds it out as Lil the boss and protector for them from the rowdy crowds. Like pls just imagine it!!!!!!! I was listening to Can't Fight the Moonlight last night and it's now all I can think about and I won't take any criticism on my lil headcanon thank you very much :)

[lotusgrieved]

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[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🎵Now I know ya’ll be lovin’ this shit right here. L. I. M. P. Bizkit is right here🎵

[unproduciblesmackdown]

asia kate dillon as a spirit in the tempest via shakespeare theatre company in 2014

[dykefever]

2day i climbed arthur’s seat and it was very pretty and cool!!! however it was icy as hell and thus incredible harrowing because i wore my no-grip dyke vans <3 i looked soooo cute though because i had my scarf wrapped around my head it was very cold and windy so. positives and negatives x