#Jean is about to break a pillow over Harry lmao…

[kaijukebox]

GET HIS ASS

[hazzasgayvodka]

okay okay so hear me out you and h are going like hot and heavy making out or whatever and then you get to your room and he DOESNT HAVE A CONDOM okay okay and then you punish him for being a dumbass idek just have fun with it if anyone could write this shit it’s you babydoll

OKAY WOW I LOVE THIS

seriously gotta be one of my best asks I’ve ever gotten thank you thank you I’m about to have a ball with this one 

yes this is the same as the other ask I just added more to the end because I didn’t want start from scratch, sue me

You break away from your group of friends to slide into anempty spot at the bar, fanning your face to keep your makeup from running downit after dancing amongst the sweaty mass in the center of the floor surroundedby the pumping music. You try to get the bartender’s attention numerous timesbut you’re looked right over no matter how low you tug the front of your dress.

“Hey darling,” A voice speaks up, stepping up the bar rightbeside you, “Don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Does that work on anyone?” You smirk, looking him up anddown from his gorgeous brunette curls to the hardly buttoned sheer shirt on hisshoulders.

“You’d be surprised,” He smirks, turning to the bartender,“Greg! Get me a cold whiskey and the pretty lady a martini, put it on my tab.”

“I’m perfectly capable of ordering my own martini-”

“Oh, don’t I know sweetheart,” He grins, the longer hespeaks the easier it is to pick up on the slight slur to his words, “Just letme buy you a drink, yeah? No harm in that.”

You can’t help but grin as Greg comes back to your end ofthe bar and slides you a martini with far too many olives. He holds up hisglass to toast against yours but you stop, holding your glass in midair.

“A name?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“Harry,” He says, flashing you that award winning smile onceagain, “And yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, are you here alone?” He asks, bringing his glassto his lips after knocking it against yours.

“Don’t you move fast, Harry.” You smirk, eyeing him over therim of your martini.

“Not fast,” He corrects you, leaning his elbow onto the bartop, “Efficient.”

“Well I’m not sure I’m really up for anything too efficienttonight,” You smile lightly, turning away from him, “Thank you for the drinkthough.”

You start to walk back towards your group of friends on thedancefloor but suddenly he’s in front of you, stopping you mid step.

“Woah, woah, woah,” He grins, that gorgeous lopsided smilemaking the dimple pop from his cheek, “How about one dance? And I’ll get yousomething else to drink because you’re clearly not enjoying the martini.”

“I did not say-”

“Didn’t have to say it love,” He winks, grabbing your hand,“How about a cosmopolitan or a quick make out behind the bar?”

“Pardon?” You gasp, nearly choking as you try to swallowdown your martini to prove him wrong.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I say make out behind the bar, I meantsex on the beach,” He grins, turning over his shoulder to just catch a glimpseof your reaction with a mischievous look in his eye, “I’m always getting thosetwo mixed up.” He laughs, sending you a wink to which you roll your eyes andallow him to drag you along.

*I know this is like abig jump but I wasn’t up for writing another lead up lmao I’m drunk and tired*

Half an hour later and you were in the back of a cab on theway to your apartment, trying your hardest not to grope each other in the car.As soon as the cab stops in front of your building, fire is blazing through you,echoing from the inferno burning between your melding mouths. You can hardlythink straight as you walk him up the stairs, him following you with increasingdesperation as you both drown in an ocean of ecstasy.

You want him and you can tell by the way his long greedyfingers are locked into your hair and around the small of your back, crushingyou against his arousal, that he is in firmagreement with you. You finally suck oxygen into your lungs as he pulls hismouth from yours, instead trailing his sinfully full lips down your jaw andthen training his full attention on the hollow of your throat.

“Come on.” You groan, your impatience growing every secondthat he’s still fully dressed.

You pray to god that you don’t wake up your roommate rightacross the hall as you tug him along by the front of his shirt held tight inyour fist. It seems like a lifetime has passed when you finally reach your room.You lunge at the man only slightly panting behind you, crashing your lips ontohis. His hands wind around you as both of you fight to get impossibly closer.

“Up, sweetheart.” He growls, digging his fingertips sharplyinto the curve of your ass.

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, complying, jumping up andwrapping your legs tightly around his waist. A delicious shudder rolls throughyou as he moans against the hypersensitive skin of your neck due to thefriction suddenly between you.

“Door.” He grinds out.

Fumbling in your haste, you struggle with the oh-so-simpleact of twisting the fucking doorknob. It however isn’t particularly helpfulthat his wandering hands have found their way beneath the back of your dress,exploring the flesh beneath. In a few seconds of jiggling, there’s a click ofthe lock and the door is swinging open. You stumble forward, collapsing ontoyour bed in a tangled mess of limps and obstructing clothing.

Forcefully, you push him down onto his back, alreadywhimpering at the loss of contact between his magnificent mouth and yourexposed skin. He lays there a minute, his dilated eyes raking over you fromunder his furrowed eyebrows, his cheeks already flushed, and his lips swollenfrom your rough kissing. God he already looks freshly fucked and he’s stillfully dressed.

Grinning, you shift your hips, nearly coming undone rightthen and there from the dizzying friction. His lips are suddenly pursed into afrustrated line, his large hands reaching up to wrap around your hips andcontinue the agonizing, rolling pattern you’ve started.

His cool fingers dig into your skin, dragging his dull nailsdown the rapidly reddening flesh. Deftly, your hands reach for the hem of yourdress, dragging it off and flinging it across the room. His eyes widen furtheras you stare down at him, his hungry gaze working its way across your newlyexposed flesh.

“God, you’re ruining me darling.” He gasps, squeezing hiseyes shut as you shift your hips suddenly, eliciting a deep strangled groanfrom his luscious lips.

You nearly growl as the words fall from his parted lips,pulling him up so his lips meet yours. He resists for a fraction of a secondbefore losing himself in the overwhelming ecstasy raging between you. Too impatientto bother with the buttons, you yank on the fabric of his shirt, ignoring thebounce of plastic scattering across the hardwood floors. You can’t get enough.You need more. More contact. More heat. More him.

Dipping your head, you trail the tip of your tongue throughthe trace of hair between his hips and up and across the rigid contours of hisstomach.

“Fuck Y/N,” He growls, yanking sharply on a fistful of yourhair, “I need your mouth.”

“Can’t wait,” You moan, rolling your hips to emphasize youraching need, “Do you have one?” You ask, your voice suddenly strangled andhitching as you struggle to catch your breath.

“What?”

“A condom. Do you have a condom?”

“No, they’re in my car,” He sighs, “Aren’t you on..?”

“No.” You growl, resisting the urge to slap him for assuming.

“Well, fuck.”

Closing your eyes, you struggle to keep from wrapping yourhands around the moronic dolt’s throat. He has to be fucking joking. Every guyalways has a condom. Always. It’spractically a law of nature. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep fromscreaming out in frustration.

“Fuck.” He groans again, throwing his head back against themound of pillows covering the majority of your bed.

“You know you seemed a little desperate in that bar, I thinkI knew somehow that you hadn’t gotten it in in a while, but it’s a shamereally, that you let yourself fall this out of practice,” You tease, “A crimereally, and one deserving of careful and extendeddeliberation,” You sigh, trying to keep from laughing, “Now, you be a goodlittle boy and sit here and think about what you’ve done.” You smirk, leaningdown to nip gently at his ear as your other hand digs around in your side tablefor just what you’re looking for, “And as much as I’d just love to stay andtalk this out, perhaps get to the bottom of just how you decided to go to aclub without a raincoat, I have somewhere I need to be.”

His eyes fly open as the cuff clicks into place around hiswrist, the other side already hooked to the opposite side of your headboard.

“What the hell?”

“Stay, relax,” You coo, shimmying back off his lap andcrossing the room to search through your dresser for some leggings, “I’ll beback a little later and we can talk then.”

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me here, Y/N.”

“I really had hoped this night would have turned outdifferently but now it seems I’ll have to fit in a workout wearing far moreclothing than I would have preferred,” You laugh, sliding on your sneakers, “Oh,and darling, mind giving me a lift?” You grin, fishing his wallet out of hisjeans to snag a twenty to pay the cab fare.

Suddenly, one giant hand clasps around your wrist, diggingpainfully into your skin, “Y/N, don’t-“

“Too late, H. I’ll see you later. Be a good boy and don’t wakethe roomie.” You coo, pecking him on the cheek before wrenching your hand fromhis grasp and sauntering out the door.

[scarheaded-ferret]

Drarry Highschool/Summer Au

Pt. 2 is here

So basically this is an American high school summer au where Harry and Draco are childhood friends with some added wolfstar dads lmao. This has legit no plot, it’s just some highschool meme dorks in luv

I’m still in school for three more days and all I want to do is go down to the shore. Enjoy some uhh meme boys?? (I added a link for the one vine reference

Draco and Harry are in Junior year rn

***

Harry groaned and buried his head in his arms on top of the desk. Why Mrs.Widlow wanted to continue to give them work on the last day of school was beyond him. He began to zone out and fall asleep as she droned on about biological ethics. Just as he neared falling into a deep sleep, someone began to poke at his right elbow insistently.

Harry huffed and turned his head to face Draco, who was glaring down at him.

“C’mon Potter, we need to answer these questions,” Draco shoved Harry’s arms out of the way so he could put the paper in between them.

“It’s the last day of school Draco, the last day!” Harry cried as he settled back down, this time with his head on his left arm instead of both. Draco flicked Harry’s forehead and chuckled lightly at his grimace.

Harry groaned and, with his head still rested on his left arm, picked up a pencil with his right. They went through the questions, which varied from Would you use hair from your dead pet to make a clone and have a second Rover, or let dead dogs stay dead? To- If you could pick which genes to give your child, would you make them perfect or let them be born naturally?

The bell rang and Harry scrambled to pack up his things. He caught Draco laughing at his hasteness and shoved him lightly as they made their way out of the classroom. He and Draco parted ways at the ramp on the 200 hallway, like they always did, as Draco had Algebra 2 and Harry had Spanish for 8th period.

Harry managed to get past the intersection of moving students and made it through the long hallway that lead to the 300’s. He huffed out a breath as he entered his Spanish classroom, it was always hotter in the 300 hallway and Senora Vernandes’ classroom was no exception.

After 40 grueling minutes Harry finally finished his classes for the day and met Draco in the front so they could take their bus home. They grabbed a seat towards the front, setting their bags down on their laps. Draco always sat on the window seat, and once the bus jostled into motion, Harry let his head fall on his best friend’s shoulder.

***

“Fucking finally!” Harry shouted as they stepped off their bus for the last time that year. He grinned at Draco who rolled his eyes in turn. They made their way up the cobbled hill to Remus and Sirius’ house. They had custody of Harry ever since his parent’s death, and took in Draco after Lucius kicked him out for being gay in freshman year.

Harry unlocked the door with his key and the pair made their way inside. Draco walked over to the couch and curled up at the end of it. He placed his head in his palm as he watched Harry call for Padfoot and Moony. Harry laughed as Padfoot all but tackled him, and he ran his hands through the dog’s soft fur. Moony soon followed, and pawed at Harry’s leg. Harry scratched the cat behind it’s ears, causing Moony to purr.

It was then that his Uncle Remus walked in, and he sat down on the armchair opposite to Draco’s couch.

“When are you two leaving?” Remus asked. Harry looked up from Moony and gaped at him dramatically.

“We barely got home, Remus, you don’t wanna spend time with your godson before he leaves for the whole summer?” Harry said. Remus smirked.

“I’ve spent almost every hour of your 17 years of life with you, I can go two months without,” Remus said, grinning as Harry grabbed the nearest throw pillow and chucked it at him.

“We’re leaving tonight at 6,” Draco told him. Moony then jumped up on the couch and curled into Draco’s lap. Draco idly petted the cat’s back as he watched Harry play with Padfoot.

“If you two fuck up my car I’ll fuck you up,” Remus warned. Harry snorted, causing Draco to chuckle.

“There’s the man I know and love,” Sirius said as he entered the room, he moved to sit on the arm of his husband’s chair. “Aren’t you two supposed to be at the house by now?” He murmured from where he had let his head rest on top of Remus’.

“Draco if I didn’t know better I’d say they wanted us to leave,” Harry gasped, mocking disbelief.

“Observant as always, Potter,” Draco replied flatly.

***

“What kind of Ramen should we get?” Draco held up the two packages of flavored Ramen for Harry to see. Harry was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the convenience store, scrolling through his phone as Draco looked through the shelves for food to pick up for their trip. It was a two hour drive down to the shore, and there was little food stocked at the summer house.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy,” he replied. Harry looked up at Draco and grinned, quickly snapping a photo of him. He had a pair of sunglasses atop his head and was clad in a soft-looking t-shirt and black jeans. Harry himself was in an oversized Aerosmith shirt and sweatpants. Draco sighed, and continued to hold them up for Harry to pick.

“I’m not even going to try to understand what that means,”

“It’s from that one video, you know- where the news anchor asks the kid and…” Harry trailed off when he realized Draco wasn’t listening and had started to put packages of chicken flavored ramen in their grocery cart. “Ugh, you never understand my references,” Harry groaned and let his head fall back against the shelves he was sitting against.

“Vine died last year Harry, let it go,” Draco said, but he was smiling softly.

“Never!” Harry laughed, he then held up the phone and began to record. “Look at this walking meme- Draco, show the people the stance!” Harry cried and Draco laughed. Draco slouched slightly, put his sunglasses over his eyes and did a peace sign.

“Boy” Draco said, enunciating the “y”, and soon Harry was overcome with fits of laughter. He saved the video and stowed his phone in his back pocket. He then stood and helped Draco stock their cart with food. After a five minute fight over adding another bag of Doritos, they bought the groceries and walked back to their car.

With all of their food, plus a copy of Homeward Bound on DVD, stowed in the trunk of Remus’ 2005 Honda Pilot, the two continued the drive down to the shore.

***

“Harry where did I put my headphones?” Draco asked, rifling around the bag in his lap from where he sat in the passenger seat.

“Uhh… glove compartment!” Harry shouted upon his realization. Draco set his bag down on the floor of the car and opened the small compartment. “You find it?” Harry asked. He turned and realized that Draco’s face had flushed a bright red stark against his pale face, Draco was stuttering and he quickly shut the glove compartment.

“Er… Draco?” Harry asked hesitantly, he pulled the car to the side of the road and parked it.

Draco stuttered again and made a sound that sounded like a half-laugh and a half-sob. Harry opened and reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the first thing his hand came in contact with. He held up the object and all but screeched. The condom had a ribbon tied around it with a note that read:

I’m sick of watching you two eye-fucking. Harry - Draco likes you, and Draco - Harry feels the same, so just fucking do it all ready Remus is being harsh but be safe!! We love and support you both :) - Love, Sirius and Remus.

Harry didn’t think he had ever blushed that hard in his entire life until that moment. Despite the humiliatingly awkward situation, Draco surprisingly burst out laughing. Harry’s mouth quirked up as he watched Draco’s eyes crinkle up slightly in a way they almost rarely did. Draco snorted and soon Harry was overcome with laughter too. The seemingly ridiculous situation was too much to bear.

Their laughter eventually died down and Harry held it up, eyeing the condom speculatively. He then turned to Draco and gave him a shit-eating grin.

“You like me! And Remus is never wrong, I learned that the hard way- aww Draco, you like-” Harry couldn’t finish the sentence as he was shoved harshly by Draco.

“Just for the record, you like me too, Potter,”

“Potter now is it? To think I was gonna ask you to be my boyfriend. God, Draco how you wound me” Harry pouted and Draco glared at him for a moment, before abruptly leaning in and kissing him briefly. Harry stuttered and collapsed back into the seat.

“J-j- you- oh my god,” Harry’s mouth was agape and he was blushing as violently as before as he stared in shock at Draco. Draco was smirking, but he was blushing as well.

“Did I just break you?”

Harry made a strange gurgling noise in response. He worked his lip between his teeth before turning and facing Draco again. He studied Draco for a moment, and Draco gave him a worried look. Without warning Harry reached up and grabbed the back of Draco’s neck before pulling him close and kissing him. The kiss was longer than the first, and more heartfelt. Harry pulled back slightly after several moments and smiled softly at Draco, who smiled in return. Draco lifted and arm and wrapped it around Harry’s shoulder, resting his forehead on Harry’s.

“Never thought we would get together like this,” Harry murmured.

“So you knew that this would happen inevitably, then?” Draco asked, smirking slightly.

“Yup,” Harry whispered, kissing Draco on the nose.

***

Might do a pt. 2 but idk, I gotta return my school laptop tm so it’ll be harder to write (ps but sorry for lack of content!!)

[punkdaddylouis]

// one god: the alleyways //

chapter one of my punk louis au (ayye lmao watch out for cursing and idiot skaters hitting on harry)

// sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise //

harry styles.

that's a name louis hears in a daily basis. he doesn't know what's up with it, or like, what's up with the dickheads that mention it, but that's just how it is now ever since. ever since a harry styles moved in to town, that is. louis just...really hears that name on a daily.

whatever.

the sun is high up in the sky, clouds absent just like they usually are in california, and louis is hanging out with the skaters of the alleyways.

they're in this place where there are benches, ramps, build tracks and jumps, the alleyways, basically.

or, well, a skate park to be more precise. this is where louis goes when he's in the mood for some alone time, despite he's with these other skaters too. just that, louis doesn't really speak to them anyway, not because they don't want to talk to him because they actually do and it's fucking annoying. but rather, because louis doesn't want to be disturbed. this is his alone time, everybody knows it, and these guys respect him enough to dare.

but back to subject of discussion, about the person who's about coming by.

harry styles; he is quite the popular.

he is quite the popular amongst guys, to be less vague. amongst these skaters louis gets to hang out with every single day, is the talk about whenever he strolls past their hide out with those gangly bambi-esque posture of his. which is pretty much every day as well.

louis doesn't know a single thing about harry styles. not his age, nor his job. not his likes nor dislikes, none.

or, except maybe for the fact he's got legs that don't seem to end, a long and dark curly hair that stops below his shoulders, eyes the color of the healthiest, virgin grass, lips so plump and the brightest shade of red, and lastly, his fashion that must've been pulled out from some 1960's romcom.

he wears boots that are sometimes gold and or sparkly, a shiny hologram pink that could be easily mistaken as lilac, and then his usual pick, the brown faded wedged. and that's just the footwear, you know? don't even get louis started with those floral sheer shirts and colorful headscarves atop harry styles' head. or perhaps the tightest pair of skinny jeans that they almost look like they're painted on, that harry styles wears like a mantra, that louis has ever laid his eyes on.

and, louis doesn't fucking know, hasn't an iota, that even though the skaters tease him, sexualize him whenever he passes by, harry styles still takes the same route everyday. like, why not just head a different path to go home, yeah? why does he have to endure being harassed by assholes?

tsk. whatever. here he comes anyway, and the heads of the douche bags one by one perk up at the sound of his footsteps.

hoots and wolf-whistles erupt. the jerks.

"baby, came by to see daddy?" one coos mockingly.

louis sighs at this, mentally cringing. he closes his eyes as he lies back down on the warm concrete ground, hours worth of skateboarding sweats forming across his forehead where he's wearing a snapback over his head. he's got his arms serving as pillows for the back of his head, his skateboard named delilah, sat horizontally next to his leg, just feeling the sun beating down over his lying figure.

he's not here to see the aggravated look on harry styles' face because of these peasants...

"i'm not your baby," harry styles' voice comes through. for the last three weeks that louis has heard his voice, once a day since then, as usual, it's low, deep, and a bit gravelly. like he's drawling...like he's too lazy to speak.

but mostly it's syrupy though. sweet? again, whatever.

"not," one asshole interjects, "yet." louis can almost hear the smirk that follows that connotation, and he's just so done with them.

opening his eyes, louis sits up and stretches his arms wide, feigning exhaustion as he lets out a fake yawn that soon enough becomes real. "aaahhhhhhhhh," goes his exaggerated release, and that's enough to steal everyone's attention and away from harry styles only if for a moment.

louis presses his lips together, clicks his tongue, as he looks around him, breaking into a sunny grin for all their staring eyes. "you total losers bore me with your pedophilic remarks, i demand a fucking refund."

"lou-"

"shut the fuck up, cunt," louis snaps, holding up a finger. he can feel harry styles looking at him, plausibly gawking, if the sound of his gasp is any indication. louis ignores it. snatching delilah on his side, louis stands up and dusts his black skinny jeans, kicking his legs and squaring his shoulders. skateboarding is fucking tiring, okay.

"you goin', mate?" one asks. louis doesn't answer that.

instead, he hops off the edge of the stone step and eyes the rest of them, seeing the patience etched across their faces. louis is like, their leader of the pack or something like that, so no one really tries to get on his way. he's like an alpha. yeah, that.

"i'm off," he announces after a beat, while he muses in his head as to why harry styles is still just standing there (when he purposefully distracted these motherfuckers so he can make his escape, tsk), flashing a two-finger salute, and then he's walking past everyone.

his and harry styles' eyes meet, only if for one second, and the only thing that louis notices is the darkness and the thickness of his eyelashes curling upwards over his green, green eyes...

(...overshadowing the sadness that is also written right across them.)

louis takes that image out of his mind.