thank you to @ghaniblue for the tag! my desire to stick to six sentences argued with my desire to share a fully contextual wip snip, but i also got up at 5:45 am this morning, so i’m putting myself in a time out and giving six (unedited) random sentences from my harry discovers he’s an exhibitionist gay disaster WIP. no pressure tagging in @teacup-tai&@sorrybutblog (who asked to be tagged if i shared more, but also i’d LOVE to see what you have going on!) as well as @makeitp1nk,@corvuscrowned,@sweet-s0rr0w,@tackytigerficand@amorsindolor and YOU, dear reader, if you have anything you’d like to share! consider yourself tagged and pls tag me back so i can see. happy sunday y’all! let’s pretend tomorrow is saturday again.
Thom Yorke is the only person in the entire world who understands me, Harry would think.
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Once all the air was gone from inside, when he was just on the point of blacking out, Ron would press his lips to Harry’s. He’d open Harry’s mouth with his tongue and use it to fill him back up, and it was around this point that Harry normally woke up, covered in sweat and usually tears, his cock throbbing and leaking into the rough black hair trailing down his stomach.
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Harry briefly considered demanding Kreacher come and rescue him, just like Dobby did, which made him start thinking about Dobby, who absolutely would have done this for him, and then all Harry could think of was Dobby’s squeaky voice saying, Harry Potter’s Wheezy is not to be using so much teeth, no he is not, Harry Potter.
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When he looked at himself in the mirror Harry felt he looked fine, at the very least acceptable, but then he’d go into that shop and would wander around while Ron nattered on about saturated fats, and every time he’d catch someone’s eye raking him head to toe–always some buff wizard whose shirt was struggling to keep up–and he wouldn’t know what to do. When he met their gaze (Harry had been stared at enough in his life to know that most people would stop once acknowledged) they wouldn’t look away; they’d smile at him encouragingly, which made Harry feel pandered to, or they’d raise a brow at him in some sort meaningful way Harry couldn’t decipher, but which always left him feeling dizzy, like he’d stood up quickly from a too hot bath.
The second floor of the office in Happy Home Paradise contains a staff room. You’ll be able to change up your clothes, customise your character, or take a break if necessary!
Are we not going to talk about how all the new furniture looks absolutely stunning??
