#thanks a lot

[pato-roldnart]

"He pulls himself together for the exchange of rings, which is the most wonderful thing Harry’s done in his life."

In the Presence of My Enemy

Commission for @dodgerkedavra fic!!!!!

Thank you so much for commissioning! I'm happy I could draw drarry and design their clothes 🥰🥰, it's always my favourite part jejeje

[cirr0stratus]

And just to lay with you,

there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do

save lay my rifle down

based on This, aka my new holy text

[ri-dumb-fck]

Ares: what the fuck that little blonde shit done with my daughter?!

Apollo: uh kill her and the being delusional about it

Ares: I'M GOING TO DESTROY HIM

Apollo: hey, let's don't rush into- IS THAT MY SON TROILUS

Ares: SEE?

Apollo: fine, bring me Paris and a fucking bow

[cum-a-calla]

Roman shotgunning smoke into your mouth when you’re already way too high and greening the fuck out

The room doesn’t spin, it just… it’s not really the same. But it’s not really the room. It’s more your place in it, your physical presence inside of it. Both too small and too much. An invisible halo of fuzz and pressure seems to crown your head, and you laugh a little. It isn’t funny, not really - your heart beats hard, and if you closed your eyes, you could swear that the sound of it rushes in your ears. You could track those tiny little blood cells surging through your veins, follow one all the way through all those channels.

“What’s funny?”

Roman inhales next to you, and reality slams uncomfortably back into focus. He’s taken you up into some VIP lounge area in a club, bass thumping outside (and inside, and everywhere). Neon lights wash him in an alien shade of purple, of blue.

“Nothing,” you say, pulse racing. In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’re going to have a heart attack. You waver a little in your seat, watching him, everything in excruciatingly clear detail and fuzzy all at once. It’s like vibrating between two dimensions, or something; there’s a heaviness in your limbs that should feel comfortable, not suffocating.

Roman scoffs and takes another hit off his joint. It’s some intense shit, all wrapped in fancy papers and flecked with gold leaf. It was only a short while ago that he unwrapped it and lit up, and you’d laughed at how stupid it looked, how needlessly edgy it is to sprinkle gold leaf anywhere near a fucking joint. Now? Now you can barely keep a train of thought going, mind wandering everywhere, nowhere, all at once.

“Well, you laughed, so… something must have. You know. Tickled you a little.” Roman smirks and lifts his eyebrows suggestively, offering you the joint. You shake your head immediately, forcing a little smile. God, you’re fucking high. “Aw, come on - don’t pussy out on me now.”

“I don’t mean to,” you laugh, waving it away. “I just… I’m fucking… blasted right now. I - I’m barely holding it together, honestly.”

“Yeah?” His voice dips a little, regarding you for a moment as he leans back in the seat, a cushiony booth that lines the wall. He gestures to himself, rubbing his thigh invitingly. Settling in. “C’mon. Hop on.”

When you laugh uncomfortably in response, he blows a stream of smoke gently into your face, smirking again, eyes hooded.

“I’m not gunna fuckin’… just - stop being so fuckin’ lame. Get in here. Sit on Daddy’s lap.”

You’re aware enough to roll your eyes, but reluctantly, you follow his suggestion. You carefully straddle his thighs, his eyes burning into you the entire time, hands settling familiar and heavy on your thighs. The joint sits between two of his outstretched fingers, the tip smoldering. It’s the only thing in the room not washed in purples and blues, a bright, angry red. Roman takes your chin and brings your attention back to him, holding your gaze.

“I’m just…” You stare at him, studying his face. He’s so utterly gorgeous - the line of his nose, his eyes glinting an unreal green in the room. Is that something with the lights? Are they always so vivid and bright? They dance off the sharp, high cheekbones, the hollows underneath them. You visually trace those curves, and it’s almost like caressing them. You can practically feel his stubble against your lips, if you focus hard enough, the curve of his jaw. The lines etched in his brow, around his eyes when he smiles, the lines around his mouth. The tender little curve of his cupid’s bow. His lips… God, his lips are so -

“You’re just…?” Roman interrupts, lifting his eyebrows. He smiles in a way that makes you feel stupid, and you flush, hiding your face behind your hands. Closing your eyes makes it worse - the world disappears, no visual cues to keep you tethered. It feels like floating, the only real solid contact being Roman’s thighs, the warm length in his slacks. Roman laughs and pulls your wrists tenderly apart, grip forgiving but firm. “Hey - come on. What? What’s up?”

“I’m just… way too high,” you admit with a barely-there laugh. Roman’s smirk melts into a smile, but it’s not one that reaches his eyes. His eyes go dark, little shadows dancing somewhere back there.

“Oh yeah?” He asks softly. Tenderly. He pulls deep from his joint, shifting and jostling you as he sits up a little straighter. He takes your jaw and looks at your mouth, holding his breath. “Open.”

You shake your head, but his fingers dig in tighter, nodding at you, urging you. When you still won’t comply, he trails that hand firmly to the back of your neck, pulling you in. His lips feel even better than they look - warm, soft, his tongue against yours, and then - and then he’s knotting his fingers in your hair, forcing smoke steadily into your lungs. You press your hands to his shoulders but he’s got an iron grip, releasing only once you’ve taken a lungful of his breath into yours, and you cough on the exhale. Smoke comes out in a light little cloud, but you harsh out all the same. Panic pumps icily into your veins and there it is again, your loud, horrifyingly strong heartbeat, everywhere, making you dizzy. Roman’s lips curve into a lopsided, cruel smile, satisfied. He rolls his hips just slightly, just enough to grind his cock against you.

You’re fucked.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he soothes, rubbing his hands up your thigh, thumb tracing lines of fire just on the inside. He takes another deep, impossible drag from the joint, killing it. He ashes it on the fabric of your jeans, over your thigh, until it burns a hole there and has you crying out in pain - he holds you down against him, forcing you to take it as he holds his breath. He flicks the butt across the room and lifts his head once more, making you look at him. He nods, pulling you close. “Again,” he murmurs.

[sexlapis]

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[minslune]

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[miss-pauling-in-situations]

miss Pauling in skibidi toilet (anonymous because I don't want anyone to know I asked this)

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