8 Works by greyblazar
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Jughead dreams of a guy he's never met. He's dreamed this way his entire life. And lately the dreams have been constant.
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He didn't exactly want to think about her mouth on his, but it was the only thing between his ears. He didn't want to think about the kind of body that is under the baggy clothes she wears, either, but his hands had other ideas.
They were delving inside, meeting with soft skin as her thigh hooked over his hip and tried to get him closer. Her torso was thin and smooth, but not unhealthily so, hot and shivering under his touch and fluttering with her breath. The grip of her legs were making his hips itch with an intensity he could barely understand, an itch that had spread to his chest and palms and made the glide of touch unbearably addicting. The lower edge of her bra felt worn and frayed against his fingertips when he traced it.
He couldn't get enough.
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Harry hadn't realised what was wrong at first.
Well, in his defence, he's done a lot of stupid shit in his lifetime.
The point is: Harry is daft, to say the least. He does a lot of shit before he thinks, and that's the fucking root of most of his problems. So, yeah, he hadn't realized exactly what the fuck was wrong at first.
or: Harry accidently says i love you.
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You still want it?” Draco finally looked down to meet Harry’s eyes, finding them wet and sparkling. “Fuck, Harry, don’t cry.” He brought his hand up to stroke his cheek and inwardly cursed himself. He should have known better than to bring up the war on their fucking wedding night.
“I’m not crying,” Harry laughed, even though his eyes shone. “I’m not. I’m happy.” He sniffed, hard, but a tear fell down his cheek and caught on Draco’s hand. Harry smiled wider and added, “Okay, maybe I am crying, but it’s not—not in a bad way.” He gestured with the ring in his hand. “You wanna—can I put yours on you and then you…?”
Or: Harry and Draco trade family rings.
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- Part 2 of You're it for me.
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Harry was still battling with the phrasing in his head when Draco broke the silence with his back still turned. “These things are so small to you, aren’t they?” Draco asked in a quiet voice. “Like, no big deal, just throw that sentence around like it’s nothing.”
Harry felt defensive and he didn’t know why. “You’re the one who thinks it’s nothing. Mr. Proper Pureblood, remember? Just a couple years ago, you would’ve married whoever your parents told you to. It was just ‘something you had to do’.”
Draco turned back around at that. His throat worked visibly and he shook his head. “Yeah, but not….not with us. Not with you.”or: Harry proposes - sort of...
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- Part 1 of You're it for me.
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“I like that you’re gentle.” Draco’s hands travelled from where they’d been resting against Harry’s hip bones, back up to his face, fingers spanning from his head to his cheeks. “So gentle,” Draco said again, just looking down at him, holding his face.
"Isn’t that supposed to be a bad thing?" Harry asked, still in that soft whisper, hands wandering down Draco’s neck and over his shoulders and down his back.
Draco shook his head. “Not on you.” -
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For you? Always. He wants to respond with a smile, dripping with all the charm the rest of the wizarding world says he has and hopes that would finally be the thing that puts a crack into the foundation of every wall Draco builds around himself.
Instead, he gives a low, affirmative hum.
Maybe it’s infatuation–his mind always seems to end up in a spiral of Draco Draco Draco whenever his libido makes him distractingly horny and undeniably stupid. -
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What's more exciting than being left home alone with your S.O? Being left home alone with your S.O with the unspoken agreement of fooling around, of course.
or, Archie agrees to bottom for the first time while his dad his out for the evening.
#they'refuckingidiotsbutwelovethem