#hope this suits!!

[phdmama]

For the ask game, may I prompt either 12 (things you said when you thought I was asleep) or 14 (things you said after we kissed), whichever speaks to you, for Drarry please? 💜

You absolutely can, pal! (Hopefully you won't be offended by the smut!) (Also this isn't quite SOOC (straight out of the camera) but it's pretty darn close!) I hope you enjoy it!! xox

For 14: things you said after we kissed

Drarry, ~1570 words, Explicit

Potter talks in his sleep.

This fact is less astounding than the one that accompanies it — that is, the fact that it’s Draco Malfoy who knows this.

Oh, Draco’s not the only one, he’s well-aware. Granger knows, obviously. Even though they don’t ever talk about it, somehow the entire school is completely aware of the story of the Golden Trio’s heroic journey seeking Horcruxes, including Granger and Potter bunking together in close quarters for months. Weasley must know as well, given that he’s shared a room with Potter off and on for years, even after the Final Battle. Probably all those Gryffindors do. Maybe Potter’s had bed partners who’ve been privy to those moments, though Draco’s heard the rumours that Potter never allows anyone into his home and never, ever spends the night.

So how has Draco come to be privy to this information? For the last year and then some, Potter and Malfoy have been the unlikeliest of roommates at University.  They were paired together by Oxford’s version of the Sorting Hat (it’s far less dramatic — the magic is tied to your acceptance letter, so that when you show up on Move-In Day, you’ve been assigned to room with your most compatible classmate). When Draco had stepped into their first year dorm room, his heart had dropped at the sight of Potter stretched out on the bed furthest from the door, but Potter had simply stood up and held out his hand with a cool “Malfoy,” and that, as they say, had been that. 

At first they had just sort of existed in parallel planes in the room, side by side but never intersecting, but it turns out, the sheer fact of spending that much time in close proximity to one another had ended up…  not erasing the past but somehow allowing it to fade into the distance. Once you’ve seen a man drooling toothpaste down his chin as he rants about his fucking psychopotionology professor, or stumbling around with the most astonishing bedhead imaginable before coffee and an early class, or averted your eyes from his morning wood during said stumbling, well. It’s hard to keep one’s distance, is all. Things had gone so well that they’d signed up to room together again this year.

Anyway, all this is to say, yes, Potter talks in his sleep and Draco knows about it. Potter had mentioned it diffidently as Draco had unpacked his things that first day, and Draco had somehow failed to remind Potter of the fact that they’re both wizards and certainly capable of spells that might solve the concern of Potter bothering Draco. Draco hadn’t said anything other than “I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

It turns out, Draco was completely wrong about this, but not for the reasons you might think. It’s a problem not because Potter is loud, he’s actually quite soft-spoken in his sleep, and it’s not that Potter is keeping Draco from sleeping, because Draco doesn’t sleep well.

No, it’s a problem because of what Potter says. Some nights it’s just incomprehensible mumbling, with maybe one or two words distinguishable amongst the gibberish. That’s not so bad. Some nights it’s awful, muffled whimpers and pleas, where Potter whispers Weasley’s name, or Granger’s, anguished and defeated. It’s all Draco can do to keep from bridging the divide between their two beds to try and offer some simple human comfort. Some nights it’s hilarious, and the next morning Potter will invariably say, “I had the craziest dream last night,” and tell Draco a story about being a prize-winning cheese rolling down a hill or being able to talk to sheep or whatever. 

Tonight, though, it’s clear Potter is having a vivid dream, but not one of the hilarious ones. No, this is the worst kind of night because Potter is… well, there’s no other way to put it. Potter is having a sex dream and the noises he makes are almost too much for Draco to bear. These dreams hadn’t started until several months into their first year, and they were rare enough at first that Draco could bolt to the ensuite and wait it out. 

But apparently, Potter came back from summer hols horny, because the dreams have been happening more and more frequently, to the point where Draco is about to either hire Potter an escort or just suck his dick, which, if Draco’s being honest, is something he’d love to do even if he weren’t up at night listening to Potter moaning. Like, tonight for example. Potter’s been getting louder than usual for the last several minutes, groaning into his pillow as his hips rock against the mattress. 

Draco has resolutely turned his back to Potter and pulled his pillow over his head in a vain attempt to block out the noise, but he can hear the way Potter’s movements are speeding up, the way Potter chants yeah yeah fuck like that yeah but then something happens that has not happened before. 

Potter sucks in his breath on a gasp and says, oh yeah fuck, like that Draco, just like that, and comes.

Draco feels every muscle in his body lock up and he bites his tongue to keep from shouting.

Did that. What. That was. Potter just said Draco’s name. In his sleep. During a sex dream.

As he was coming.

Draco carefully lifts the pillow from his head and rolls quietly onto his back. In the other bed, Potter is unmoving now, and Draco can hear the way Potter’s breath is slowing down and evening out, until soon, Potter is quiet and, one supposes, dreamless in the aftermath of a really good orgasm. At least, Draco assumes it was good.

It sounded good.

But Draco is not sleeping, dreamless or otherwise. No, Draco’s eyes are wide open and staring at the ceiling he can’t even see. His heart is racing and his mouth is dry and. Well. 

His cock is hard. Like, really hard. Draco heroically battles against the urge to reach into his loose, cotton, sleep pants and wrap a hand around himself, instead holding himself still in the dark, listening intently for any indication that Potter is anything but deeply asleep. There’s nothing, just Potter’s slow breathing and occasionally snuffles. Draco swallows. 

It’s not that he’s never wanked with Potter in the room but there’s a kind of etiquette to it, and getting off because your roommate just got off while asleep feels somewhat not on. But times are dire and needs must, so after giving it another minute, Draco gives in, shoves the duvet down below his waist.

He starts slow, inhaling as he reaches deep within himself to call his Lubrico, trying not to make a sound at how good it feels as the warm and fragrant oil coats his palm, easing the glide of his hand. The familiar scent, spicy and citrus, reaches his nose and for a moment he wonders if Potter will smell it in the morning. He imagines Potter waking up to sticky sleep pants and the scent of Draco’s Lubrico, wonders if that would turn him on.

The thing is, there have been some moments of late, where there’s been… this feeling. Draco can’t really explain it but it feels like there’s something drawing them towards each other, kindling laid on a hearth, just waiting for the match. There’ve been late nights where they’ve been the last ones in the common room, pressed up against one another even though there’s plenty of room to spread out on the couch. Running into each other on campus and talking until they’re both late for lecture, reluctant to let the other go. Their eyes meeting in the mirror of the bathroom as they get ready for bed and it feels like all Draco would need to do would be to take one step closer.

There’s more, the way Potter’s smile changes of late when he sees Draco in the dining hall, the way he always waits for Draco in the  morning so they can go get coffee before lab, the way Potter’s gaze feels, heavy and hopeful as Draco slides into the booth next to him for pub night. All this flows through Draco as he arches up into his own fist, hand moving faster now.

He imagines what it would be like, leaning in on one of those late nights. It’s not just the thought of Potter on his knees in front of him, though. It’s picturing a kiss as they part ways after lunch, holding hands at the cinema every Friday, or legs tangled together as they study. It’s sliding into Potter’s bed to wrap his body around Potter’s on the bad nights. It’s nothing special and everything all at once that takes Draco over the edge, and he can’t help the way he murmurs Potter’s name as he comes, trying to be as quiet as he can, but the words filling his heart have to overflow somewhere.

Draco collapses back onto the pillows, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he catches his breath, checking in to make sure everything is still quiet over on Potter’s side of the room. He wipes his hand off on his t-shirt, and rolls over, lets himself finally rest. 

Draco is almost asleep when Potter stirs and begins to talk.

“Draco,” he says quietly, and then again, “Draco. Next time, Draco. Wait for me.”

Oh. Oh no.

Potter’s awake.

[canisalbus]

✦ Fashionably late ✦

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Phone guy was wild for saying that to Michael..

[datcravat]

In the name of Hades, I'll punish you!

[adaume]

👔 Suit picking!

[raconteur-wanpi]

When you start relating too much to a fictional character it's your god given right to project all your issues + transgenderism on them.

It's good for them. And you. It doesn't have to make sense.

[koszmarnybudyn]

I found a really good refrence... So Kayne.

Oh also the og refrence under the cut cause i did use it for the background:

[800db-cloud]

um… what the fort…

[iizuumi]

Side effects of wearing your sentient Kaiju suit too often ,,,,

[hinamie]

hi!! I love your art and the jjk atla au has grabbed my brain in Ways That I Cannot Explain. i love them sm. also ty for the inuokko promise, bc trust they are my favorite ship ever (sorry itafushi, you guys are second place). i wish you well in the process and hope that everything goes smoothly for you!!!!

!!! thank u so much I'm happy u like my art and our little passion project <3 <3 <3

also. hm . inuokko u say :>

pov u look up and u see this ^

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[trueloveistreacherous]

MARELLA'S 12TH TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION special gifset for @useragarfield 🎁

'Cupboard Love' in The Kitchen: Essays on Food and Life, Ella Risbridger

[notherpuppet]

I love hazbin hotel. It’s made with hard work and love and I think that kind of magic is invulnerable.

I look forward to seeing Viv, Spindlehorse, and the whole team show us the beautiful project they’re making.

I want to hear the creator tell her story. 🪄💞

[umblrspectrum]

i got lazy in the second panel and didnt feel like coloring or whatever bite me

[bunnieswithknives]

Wow Dale I didn't know you liked entomology! 💕

[dipperscavern]

guys what if you were jessica’s personal assistant. what if your name was like phoebe or something, but everyone at the office calls you baby. you’re kind, gentle, and sweet, & everyone at the office has one thing in common. they all love baby.

you try not to get involved in the cases, too much of an empath (like mike) to be able to handle the harshness lawyers sometimes have to give clients you just plain feel bad for. you’re always inclined to help out anyone that needs it, and are practically a life saver.

you’re the reprieve in the office people need sometimes. harvey’s stress melting off him when he drops by to pick up files jessica had asked you to get to him, and you smile at him all sweet, handing him exactly what he needed to turn his case around. he asks you your price for saving him & you just tease, telling him to keep giving you that million-dollar smile as you both kiss at each other in a joking manner of departure.

or when mike feels like he’s drowning, mind going a million miles an hour as he stops by your desk. you were the only person kind to him from the start, and sometimes he just needs a reset to keep going. you hand him half the cutie you were eating as he sits in your chair, sighing as you lean against your desk. you tell him to stop thinking, just for a second. thirty seconds or so pass before he jumps out of his seat, finally putting the puzzle pieces together he needed, almost running down the hallway back to his cubicle shouting a “thank you, thank you baby!”

jessica adores you, and even the rudest clients eventually melt under your sweetness. you aren’t really sure where the name baby came from, but you’ll never hate it. knocking on harvey’s door, telling him jessica wants to see him & hearing him say a “thanks, baby.” in that voice of his is never anything you’ll complain about.

[beardog]

based on this post by @sulemio-week-official

pre-relationship, maybe college au lol