#the waist pieces clipping most of the time is not great

[rizardofether]

Found out you can preview all skins in-game so I used it to dress up all my new main guys in WoW!

Still unfortunate how few parts dracthyr get... At least they have the most CC options.

Dressed up Verne as well even though he's always in cat form. Well, he'll need hands sometimes I'm sure so he'd wear something very covering for those times.

[talesof-old]

bathroom conversations | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x reader

warning(s): mentions of cheating (not by james or reader), mentions of rude coworkers, reader has hair that is long enough to “lay flat” after being straightened, not proofread or edited

word count: 663

a/n: the second request for my thousand followers and birthday celebration (i still have four slots open!! please request 🙏)

masterlist

james potter + doing hair for a night out + gossiping

Comfortable silence filled the hair, save for the clicking of your flat iron as James helped you straighten your hair. While he was still learning how to properly blow dry your hair, you were more than happy to let him do this part. You glanced up from your book to stare at him in the mirror.

“Should I get the camera, love? You’re staring an awful lot.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching back to elbow him in the ribs, ignoring his laughter. He leaned over your body to press a kiss to your cheek, warm skin pressed against yours. You hummed.

James stood shirtless behind you, claiming that the blow dryer made it too warm in the little area you called the bathroom. Teaching him to do your hair had proven to be great bonding time, if not a little distracting.

“So she was flirting with him the whole time?”

The exasperated expression you responded with was enough to send him howling with laughter. Susan, your least favorite coworker, was most certainly not invited to your birthday dinner, not after her horrid behavior over the past few weeks. First, she’d made moves on one of your friend’s boyfriends. Then she started making comments about James. Yesterday, she’d flirted with another one of your coworkers while he was at the restaurant meeting his girlfriend’s parents.

“Yeah! I mean his girlfriend was just right there, and Susan wouldn’t stop. I felt so bad for that girl.”

He shook his head, giving you another kiss on the temple before moving to the next section of your hair.

“I’m surprised you didn’t say anything, especially after Thursday.”

You huffed. He smoothed out the next part of hair to perfection, letting it fall down and lay straight. You closed your book.

“I wanted to! But then I remembered what she said about you and I would’ve caught a charge, rest assured.”

James snorted, letting down the next parting to have a go at. It didn’t take long to finish as he started to get into a groove.

“I just can’t imagine how she’s had a boyfriend for so long, surely he’d break up with her after realizing what she does?” You tsked, wincing slightly as your hair got caught on one of the clips.

“Sorry.”

You shrugged, letting him work as you contemplated your coworker. She was beautiful, in a conventional way, blonde with blue eyes that she lined like Twiggy. It made her look trendy and cute, but she was a right piece of work. Mean to the point of cruelty and entitled in a way you’d only expect from a small child.

“Do you think she even realizes what she’s doing?” You blinked, glancing up into the mirror to stare at James.

“Maybe? She seems to get a kick out of pissing people off.” He nodded along with your words, making his way through to the last section of hair. You stretched your back, joints popping. James winced at the sound but continued on, soldiering through the battle that was doing your hair. It wasn’t hard by any means, it just seemed to take forever.

As he straightened out the last few partings, you went ahead and grabbed your hair oil. The glass bottle clinked against the counter as you settled back onto the stool that you were sure was going to bruise your arse.

“Wonder if she’s actually cheated on him, the poor bloke. Can’t imagine how it must feel.” You giggled a little.

“He’s just as bad, if I’m honest.”

James clicked his tongue as he shut off the flat iron, setting it on the counter to cool. He pressed up against you again, arms wrapping around your waist to let your hair cool. He was careful to avoid getting your hair wet, his own hair still a touch damp from when he’d styled it.

“Everyone does have a match I suppose.”

You nodded, all but melting into his arms.

“I suppose they do.”

[torupinwheels]

⊹♡ BREAKING NEWS: TORUPINWHEEL’S MAP OF KINKTOBER ISLAND DISCOVERED!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ - welcome to torupinwheel’s first ever kinktober map! ever since discovering the aforementioned map, our geologists have been hard at work and have found a mysterious island full of steamy spots! we've managed to piece together some of the old writing on the back of this map so adventurers like you can have fun.

hope everyone has a great tour of the island--

𐙚₊˚ taglist open!

𐙚₊˚ as always, this is 18+ content: minors do not interact! you will be blocked accordingly.

📍October 6th: Breathless Hill

werewolf! toji fushiguro & asphyxiation.

𐙚₊ summary - the big bad wolf is after you and you have to do what you need to survive, including choking him out. but in a twisted turn of fate, looks like he might just be into that. the air is getting hotter and as you notice his claws tighten on your waist, maybe you can show him a new kind of hunt.

cw: werewolf au, blindfold, manhandling, physical tussling, penetration.

📍October 10th: Speed Freak Creek

racer! suguru geto & car sex.

𐙚₊ summary - you'd like to remind your boyfriend that most people have car sex while they're parked. not during one of the biggest races of the season. you scoff at his bashful grin but can you really call him a pervert? after all, why did your breathing get deeper when his hand ghosted over your thigh?

cw: car racer au, car sex, reckless driving, penetration.

📍 October 16th: Smooth Arch Bay

satoru gojo, wax play & foot fetish.

𐙚₊ summary - you're getting real tired of Satoru messing with you and turning his infinity on to avoid consequences. after wracking your brain, you come up with the perfect punishment. you've seen the way Satoru not-so-subtly adjusts himself when he sees you massage your feet after work. why not show him what infinity really feels like?

cw: footjob, wax play, orgasm denial, masturbation.

📍October 22nd: Tombstone Beach

kento nanami & ghost sex.

𐙚₊ summary - working the overnight shift isn't supposed to be this dangerous or romantic. when a curse finds you at your part time bakery job, you're eternally grateful that Kento stopped by. but what's this? he's been turned into a ghost and the only way for him to get back to normal is to release his inhibitions in more ways than one. of course you offer to help as a good samaritan. it has nothing to do with the way his back ripples or the moon bouncing off his cheekbones, right?

cw: penetration, ghost sex (phantasmal dick), praise kink.

📍 October 28th: Port Fig

keigo takami, food & temperature play.

𐙚₊ summary - you worked hard to get here: a michelin star restaurant, an admiring staff, and the respect of almost every chef in the city. so when a clip of the #2 hero dismissing your food as "lacking sensuality" goes viral, needless to say you take it to heart. but you didn't become the #2 chef in the country by giving up. you invite Keigo to a private dining experience with high hopes. after all, from the way he eyes your every sway and turn, it seems like your first bad review could turn into something more.

cw: penetration, gratuitous use of food play, temperature play, descriptions of food, descriptions of fire and cooking.

📍October 31st: Ginger Haven

hiromi higuruma, scent kink & body worship.

𐙚₊ summary - it's halloween night and where are you? working late at the office yet again because of your boss. of course, you admired his persistence at his job but you were hoping to make it to your friend's party tonight, even going as far as to buy a mysterious "love perfume" to celebrate. little do you know, the perfume is working its wonders one office door over. no one's at the office except the both of you, why don't you check in on Hiromi?

cw: penetration, questionable office dynamics, scent kink, desk sex, oral (both receiving), body worship.

Taglist open!

TORUPINWHEELS 2024

dark blue divider - @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[atths--twice]

Chapter Two

2006

“It’s full of candy, Grandma,” William said. “And we have to hit it to get it out.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun,” Maggie said with a chuckle and Mulder smiled as he secured the gray alien piñata to the tree near their picnic table at the park.

Maggie winked at him when he turned around and reached out to help her put the tablecloth down, holding it in place with some clips.

“He’s very excited,” she murmured as William stared at the alien with a smile.

“He is indeed, and so am I. There’s some good candy in there.”

“Fox,” she laughed, shaking her head and swatting him with a pack of napkins.

“Here’s the last of it,” Scully said, pulling a wagon carrying the ice chest that held the container of William’s birthday cupcakes along with the bottles of water.

“Mommy! Look at my alien piñata!” William called out as he ran to her, throwing his arms around her waist.

“It looks great, honey,” she said, kissing the top of his head as she hugged him.

“Hey, hey…”

Everyone turned and saw Langly and Frohike walking toward them, presents in hand. They were greeted with hugs and high fives, Maggie laughing at something Frohike said.

A dog barked and Monica’s voice rang out, telling him to heel. She and John walked down the small hill as William ran to pet their dog Max, laughing when he tumbled to the ground and Max wiggled excitedly, licking him anywhere he could reach.

“Agents, hello,” Byers said, walking up to join them, holding Susanne’s hand, her golden hair shining in the sun.

“Max!” William giggled, squirming around and getting up, backing into Skinner who had also just arrived. “Uncle Skinner!”

“Hey, Will. Happy birthday,�� Skinner said, scooping him up in one arm, his gift held in the other, and carrying him back towards the picnic table as William laughed, his arms held out like Superman.

Everyone gathered around the table, laughing and saying hello again, the presents set on the card table Mulder and Scully had brought with them.

Max barked, begging for treats. William gave him the most as John led him through the commands Max had recently learned.

Conspiracy theories were discussed, Maggie’s eyes widening as she looked at Scully, who rolled her eyes even as she smiled. Mulder and Skinner talked about a case in low tones until Scully, seeing the expression on Mulder’s face, touched his back and he smiled at her with a nod.

“Who’s ready for the piñata?” he called, squeezing her hand, and William shouted in excitement.

He took the bat Mulder handed him and after he was blindfolded and spun around three times, he took his first whack at the piñata amid the cheers of the adults and Max’s happy barks.

John took his turn, cracking the alien in half, and William and Langly both dove for the candy, fighting playfully over pieces as they grabbed for them.

The cupcakes were placed on the table. A blue number five was added to one of them and lit with a lighter as happy birthday was sung. William sat up on his knees, leaning forward to blow out the candle when they were done.

Gifts were opened and exclaimed over, the new radio control car from Skinner tried out immediately, all the men wanting a turn as the women sat at the table and caught up.

A couple of hours later, everything was packed up. Mulder carried William in his arms, whose eyes were drooping with every step.

“I’d say he had a good birthday,” Mulder said as he and Scully waved goodbye to everyone and then got into their car.

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking back and smiling at their sleeping son, his bag of piñata candy still held in his hand. “He did.”

[cosplaytutorial]

Ulala from space channel 5, her classic white crop top and skirt outfit? I’m new to sewing and idk how I should do it

Hello there!

This is a very timely ask because I've been off and on considering remaking my own Ulala cosplay (RIP to the one that I wore so much the fabric disintegrated) and might finally do it.

My first piece of advice is: this costume is somewhat advanced just because of the materials involved, but if you don't mind using different materials, it's not TOO bad.

I'll start with the shapes and types of patterns you should look for, because thankfully the shapes of this are easy. The top should have princess seams, likely armhole princess seams. This will get you that tightly fitted look over the bust, and you can take in the side seams and the princess seams just under the bust for a tighter underbust fit. The collar is probably a quarter or half circle -- mess with shapes on paper scale mockups until you get one that looks right.

The skirt looks like a half circle to me, but again, play around with paper patterns to get the right shape. Use a circle skirt calculator to get the measurements you need for the skirt and for your collar. (Be sure to use the waist measurement where the skirt sits, not your true waist!) These are used by taking a string or measuring tape and drawing a circle using the radius it tells you -- the waist radius is the inside of the donut and the full radius is the full length.

I'd recommend getting a pattern for gloves that have finger gussets, and basting the gussets in by hand before machine sewing. Since you're doing the white version, you can probably purchase boots rather than making bootcovers, and use a paint like Angelus leather paint for the platform.

The 5 logo can be painted on with fabric paint or ironed on with HTV. If you don't have an HTV cutter, you can do it by hand or find a friend with a die cutting machine (Cricut, etc.) to do it. If you choose to stencil, I'd recommend the freezer paper method.

Fabric is the hard part.

The way the costume is drawn makes it look like shiny PVC vinyl type fabric. This fabric is what makes it a bit advanced -- vinyl type fabrics (I'm including shiny, smooth stretch pleathers here that have the same look even if they're PU or a material other than vinyl) require some different techniques -- but switching the fabric to something less perfect for the look but easier to sew would greatly help. A shiny spandex would work if you added structure to the skirt, but you may find it difficult to sew.

I'd go with a slightly shiny but still structured woven material for a beginner sewist. A bottomweight cotton sateen would work quite well. If you don't mind something a bit more slippery but that is shinier, I'd go with a peu de soie (a type of heavy satin).

If you choose PVC, I'd personally go with something more structured than a thin stretch one, but not TOO thick because of the gloves. Order swatches when ordering online. The official costumes from the promo events when the game came out seem to be made of a similar material. (Look at those for reference!) If you go with PVC, you need to use a teflon foot or a walking foot for your sewing machine, otherwise the fabric will stick, and you need to be VERY careful about sewing and pinning because needle and pin holes will not close back up like with most fabric. I'd invest in some cheap sewing clips.

Regardless, the skirt and collar will need some added structure -- I'm looking at using fusible foam (like Pellon Flex Foam) for mine, as I just did a cosplay with fusible foam in the skirt and the shape was great. Just make sure you test it ahead of time to be sure it plays nicely with your chosen fabric.

I hope that helps! Good luck :]

—Fabrickind / Q&A Staff / Twitter

[kyman4lyfe]

Stan helps Craig dye his hair

Stan and Craig recently got an apartment in NYC together. They’ve been living there for about a month, and so far everything’s been going great. They’re all settled in with their furniture and have unpacked for the most part.

Craig is in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror, tugging at and parting his hair in different places. His blonde roots are starting to become TOO noticeable and he’s realizing he’s going to have to touch them up soon. There’s just one problem… his mom usually does this for him and she’s on the other side of the country. Craig sighs, knowing he has no other choice but to ask Stan for help.

“Hey babe!” Craig calls from the bathroom. Stan is in the bedroom hanging up some posters when he hears Craig calling for him. He stops what he’s doing and goes towards where he heard Craig’s voice come from. Once he gets to the bathroom, he sees Craig standing in front of the counter with a little bowl, brush, and tubes of hair dye set out.

“What’s up?” Stan asks, looking puzzled at the array of items on the sink. Craig sighs and turns to face him.

“I need you to help me touch up my roots… my mom would usually do it for me, but, you know…” Craig says hesitantly. Stan cracks a small smile at this and giggles.

“Of course I’ll help you, honey. Why don’t you go put on a shirt you don’t care about?” Stan says, ushering him out of the bathroom. Once Craig comes back, Stan has a black towel ready to put around his shoulders and clips out to part his hair with. Craig sits on the closed toilet and looks up at Stan with wide eyes, ready to just get this over with.

“Alright, I’m going to mix up the dye and then I’ll start touching up your roots,” Stan states while intently reading the instructions on the dye box. Craig doesn’t respond, he just stays seated with his leg bouncing anxiously. Stan finishes mixing the dye and approaches Craig. He wraps a towel around his shoulders to try and avoid getting dye on his shirt and then starts parting his hair and clipping sections off.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Craig asks nervously, looking up at Stan with glassy eyes. Stan smiles at him reassuringly and caresses his cheek.

“Yes, baby, I’ve done this dozens of time,” Stan says, giggling at how cute his boyfriend is. Stan then begins applying the dye to Craig’s roots. He’s very meticulous about it and makes sure he doesn’t miss any pieces. After the dye sits for a while, Stan helps him rinse it out of his hair using a makeshift salon bowl setup, consisting of Craig leaning his head back into the kitchen sink and Stan using the retractable faucet head to wash his hair. After all the dye is out and his hair has been washed, Craig uses a towel to squeeze out the excess water while walking back to the bathroom.

Craig looks in the mirror, once again inspecting his roots as he just was an hour ago. When he sees how good of a job Stan did he feels his previous anxiety melt away. Stan comes into the bathroom a few minutes later after cleaning up in the kitchen. He stands behind Craig, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. They make eye contact through the mirror and smile at each other.

“See? I told you I knew what I was doing,” Stan teases, reaching up to ruffle Craig’s hair. Craig laughs and lightly elbows him in the rib.

“Thank you for your help, babe. I really don’t think I could’ve done that on my own,” Craig replies gratefully. Stan then spins Craig around in his arms so they’re facing each other. He leans up to place a soft kiss on his lips and then the two spend the rest of the night finishing up decorating their apartment together.

[roxie-roo]

Bird of Prey Chapter Four: Til Death Do We Part

(a/n: Hey friends! Decided to put this out early!! taglist: @carry-on-my-wayward-gays, @bluiex, @devorakian-guilt, @teslapenguini, @majickth )

"So... what now?"

What now indeed. There the two of them were, sitting down on the bed in the ranch, staring at the communicator until it blinked off. They'd been staring at it since Jimmy got back from Scott's death. They'd won.

There wasn't an overwhelming sense of joy, like was normally felt when winning. Was this what it felt like? What even was the point of winning if it just meant emptiness.

No. Not emptiness. Tango was here with him, Tango would go where he goes. And Tango meant he wasn't alone. He never would be, not again.

Jimmy soon broke into a smile and stood up tugging his soulmate up with him. "Come on.. We don't have too much longer left... the evening is young. Let's make the most of it."

Tango couldn't help smiling as well. The once jaded canary had some brightness back to him. For once, the bright yellow wings didn't look artificial. He took Jimmy's hand and kissed the back of it gently. "Let's... I think I have just the thing."

The night went pleasantly. Tango fixed up a jukebox and custom discs, similar to the stuff they were playing with in Hermitcraft. The two danced all evening, Jimmy blushing in particular when he heard Tango whisper to him the words of the song.

"I don't want to set the world on fire, honey.." He crooned, and Jimmy felt himself melt. "I love you too much.. I just want to start a great big flame, down in your heart..."

And he had. Jimmy hadn't felt more alive in one of these games since being paired with Tango. Alive, and full of love and confidence, a feeling he'd never felt in one of these games. Not since the first time.

As the clock ticked away, Jimmy threw his arms around Tango's neck and brought him down into a kiss. Bold and tender and sweet. Tango let out a surprised little "meep" before it happened, but he melted into it all the same, arms settling around Jimmy's waist as he smiled.

This was home.

And in the time they had together, they decided they'd make something to remember this world, this life, each other by. Tango worked with metals, bending and shaping them with ease. Rummaging around other people's areas lead him to find netherite, exactly what he needed for this. Not for tools or armor, no, there was no point to that anymore. But there was something else he could do with it. Two thin pieces of the material were bend into a ring. One for him and one for Jimmy. A promise that no matter what world, what life, they'd remember this moment. This bond. Their soulmate.

Jimmy was busy at work too, gathering up the molted feathers that were scattered around the ranch, and making sure the animals were well fed. They deserved that much at least.

He gathered a few feathers together, some of the muted yellow and some of the bright yellow, and tied them up with string. That string was hooked to a small, thin piece of iron, and clipped to a short point.

When the time came for them to exchange gifts, Tango insisted Jimmy go first. Sheepishly, the avian handed the feathers over. "It... I'm not the best with metalwork- and you may have to tweak some things, but it's.. it's an earring. I know you like wearing them,, and it's my feathers, so.. a part of me is always with you."

"Buttercup.." Tango smiled, warm and sweet and making Jimmy's face turn all sorts of red. "I love it.." He carefully put it in and grinned. "Looks good, huh?"

"I'll say..." Jimmy muttered under his breath. Tango snorted, shaking his head as he took Jimmy's hand carefully. "Here's my gift..." Carefully putting it on, he watched as Jimmy stared down at it, his voice hitching.

"Tango-... is that a ring?"

"A promise ring." He confirmed. "A little reminder that we'll always have each other. No matter what world.. I'll always love you. You'll always be my soulmate, my rancher."

Jimmy, at this point, shouldn't be faulted for the floodgates of tears that opened almost as soon as Tango started talking. He threw his arms around Tango and hugged him tightly, burying his face into his soulmate's shoulder. "I love you-" He said, voice weak and shaking. "I love you. I love you." He couldn't stop repeating it. Not until Tango carefully brought a hand up to rub his back and play with the ends of his hair.

"I love you too, songbird.. it's okay.. deep breath, baby." He soothed. "Deep breaths.. it's okay.."

Jimmy eventually stopped staining Tango's jacket in tears, though that definitely would not be the last time. "It's just-" he sniffled as Tango brought his face out from his shoulder and thumbed away his tears gingerly. "Everyone's always seen me as the curse,, the stupid canary,, not a real player. But- you... you made me feel alive..! You believed in me- everyone thought I'd get out first, but you.. I felt like I could actually make it.. Thank you.."

"Of course.." Tango kissed the top of his head and smiled. Warm and comforting. Tango was always warm. "I love you so much,, and I know we don't have much time left in this world, the game is over after all. And when we go to sleep we'll wake up in new worlds... but, I promise to find you. We will always have each other.." He held up his own promise ring, allowing Jimmy to put it on him as he kissed the tip of his nose, smiling as it scrunched up slightly. "I promise you that.."

And things were peaceful. They were quiet, and they were home.

The peace, however much they wanted it to, wouldn't last for much longer. If they slept, the Watchers would decide who won. And neither of them wanted that.

"You should take the win." Jimmy blurted out. Tango couldn't stop the shocked laugh that escaped him.

"What?"

"You-... you should take it.. only one of us can." Jimmy muttered. "You've... given me something worth so much more than winning the game.. You gave me hope. You showed me that my curse, though cruel, isn't something that I should let hold me back. You believed in me... What's more powerful than that? There's nothing I could ever do to make up for that... but I can let you win the game.."

"I think you deserve the win more than I do, buttercup.." Tango laughed softly and shook his head. "You've been working for this the whole game.. Fighting the odds, biting the hand that feeds, and ripping it from the arm that enforces.. You've shown them you're not just their canary, but a real part of this game.. Besides, against you, I don't even want to win. I was okay with dying at the start, and I'm okay with it now.. You take it, baby."

"I- I don't think I can do that.." Jimmy whispered, his voice breaking again. "Not when I know what it's like to be with you... Now that I have you in my life, how could I ever give that up? I don't think I could live without you."

"You won't lose me forever, Jimmy.. I promise.." Tango smiled knowingly. "We've got other worlds... We'll see each other again. I said I'd find you in the next world.. And I will.."

Jimmy nodded, leaning into his comforting arms and relaxing with a shaking breath. He looked up at Tango and thought for a moment, before whispering, "we go out together."

"Neither of us win.. Neither of us lose." Tango looked down at him and kissed under his eye.

"We can even go out the way we went in... with a bang."

"I'll get the tnt."

It was decided.

The tnt was placed around them in a small ring. Tango held onto Jimmy's hand and helped him inside the ring, smiling at him a little bit. "Well... This is it."

"Yeah.." Jimmy whispered. "This is it... This is the end.."

Tango tilted his chin up to look him in the eyes properly, smiling down at him and brushing his thumb against his cheek. "I'm so glad I got paired with you.."

"Me too.." Jimmy held Tango's hand to his cheek. "We probably shouldn't be wasting anymore time.."

"Right.." Tango struggled to light one of the bundles for a bit, eventually striking the flint against the steel right and lighting one of the fuses. Then he went right back to Jimmy, taking both of his hands gently. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Hand in hand they went out. Til death do us part, as the old saying goes. Just as the seconds ticked down, Jimmy yanked Tango down into a kiss.

And it was over. Everything went white around them, no sounds could be heard but the hissing and popping of tnt.

[TangoTek was blown up by TangoTek]

[SoldarityGaming died]

[broken-bottle-chandelier]

" And now here I am, to my waist in water and getting drowned on the regular. "

Looks to the Moon being reminiscent of memories she no longer has... ...Featuring, my design take on Moon! Yaaay! This is my first time actually sitting down and fully coloring and fleshing out the look, wow!

This was originally for the Rain World art month, but as it approached the end of the month I just decided to finish it on my own time, and as is often the case, my own time is usually about a month- TT+TT [Though drawing the very last-minute background that I had NO planning beforehand other than the realization "Oh, right, Twitter doesn't do transparent images" most likely did not help...]

Despite having said all that, I actually am kind of proud of how long this took me! I tried a lot of new techniques for this! For instance: I knew I wanted to show motion with Moon's wires and incorporate them into the piece but I wasn't really satisfied with how I draw wires, and drawing two parallel lines by hand would have taken substantially more time. SO- to counteract this I did some research into properly making my own custom brushes for my software, I use Paint Tool SAI so I don't necessarily have the luxury of softwares like Clip Studio Paint to have catalogs of brushes sadly, and was able to make my own 2-point brush! It definitely needs some tweaks and revisions, despite being the 5th one of its kind that I made for this piece, but it served itself well for this piece and was a great help! The texturing was also a custom brush, made by someone else but heavily tweaked to match my preferences so that I could replicate skin refracting the rain. That in itself took a LOT of time studying references and watching tutorials and tips. [Thank you Sinix Design for all you do for the art community...]

However, there's more that I wish I could've done for this piece and it is FAR from perfect. I really wanted to make the red parts of Moon's body much shinier to show that they are a different property than her skin. Part of me really wanted to add in some rain falling from the ceiling too, to better sell the look of her being in the middle of an active rain cycle. Alas, my art program was really struggling to keep up with the number of layers I already had on the canvas and... also I didn't want to spend another few hours learning how to draw raining in free fall... there was also that... [Also I promise I am much better at drawing water and waves than this, I DID NOT plan how that shape would look in a third dimension at ALL and it suffered as a result- Oops--]

But! She's done and I'm comfortable enough with how this turned out! I'm glad to have finally properly drawn an iterator finally! It only took 6 years...

And thank YOU, yes you... for reading all my ramblings on my work and the process I went through!

[mapleleavesart]

Oh You’re Warm Blooded? Great, Welcome to Being My Personal Heat Pack

Mikey x Yokai OC (Mei)

Word Count: 2258

Content warnings: fluff, a freezing cold-blooded turtle, kissing, fluff, cuddling, Mikey's hands get placed over/around Mei's stomach/waist cause he feels like a corpse, concerns about mental health/ implied depression, do any of these really need to be warned about? Probably not but imma state it anyways

Was going outside in the dead of winter a bad idea? Yeah, probably. The four turtle brothers only ever went out for snow days in the first few weeks of cold, snowy weather, just enough to get a taste before holing up inside and brumating for the worst of NYC’s winter. Even when they did leave, all of them had several jackets on. And they were only out for a few hours at a time, lest they start slowing down and go into brumation early. Did they have to huddle together under the heat lamp for hours afterwards to recover? Yep. Did Mikey tell anyone he was leaving?

… Well, he told Pops and Draxum he was going out (they were sharing a pot of tea; nobody else was to be seen). They told him to put on an extra jacket, stay safe, don’t be too long or go too far, etc. Parental fretting. You know how it is.

 Did Mikey leave the lair anyways, simply because he wanted to see his most favorite person ever?

Also yeah.

The Hidden City didn’t get snow. Natural snow, that is. Sometimes the witches from Witch Town cast weather spells to mimic the surface’s weather, or for certain festivities. Not today, thankfully. That didn’t make the underground cavern any less cold though. 

Mikey shivered. His right hand was tucked into his coat pocket while the other held steaming-hot cocoa, he had a beanie on his head, and nearly every piece of winter clothing he had in his closet on. His breath lingered in the air like he was a fog machine

But Mei was enjoying herself, so he wouldn’t say anything.

“Ooh~ sparkly.” Speak of.

Mikey stopped to look at the store window the Qilin was looking through. Many pieces of jewelry were on display, all beautiful in their own ways. Kinda like people. “Something catch your eye?” He asked.

“Well, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't have stopped and gone ‘ooh, sparkly!’” Mei retorted with an eyeroll and small snort . Her lavender scales glinted in the cold light. It was mesmerizing. He forced his gaze away and back to the display. 

“Anything worth taking a closer look at?” He asked. Sure, girls typically loved jewelry and sometimes impulse-bought pretty things, but Mei was pretty good at thinking things through.

Mei gave a small hum. “No. They’re pretty to look at, but I don’t need any more,” she decided. She turned from the shop window and continued walking. Mikey followed. Mei took a sip of her drink- hot cider of some kind. Her muted orange turtleneck sweater hung off her frame, loose and thick and soft-looking and probably very huggable. Thick, beige pants that most certainly were fleece-lined were plaid-striped with various shades of coffee with various amounts of creamer. The pastel colors made her teal eyes really pop.  “So, conversations,” Mei started, knocking him out of his thoughts of ‘i’m cold but she’s beautiful i don't want to leave but i’m freezing down here, holy shell-’

“Mhmm?”

“How are you doing? Mentally, I mean,” she added as an afterthought.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Mikey answered, giving her a small smile.

“You sure?” She tilted her head at him, voice and eyes softening. “You’ve been awfully quiet today. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’m not majoring in psychology without good reason,”

Oh. Had she really noticed his quietness? Was it that obvious?

“Oh, I’m not- no, I mean-” Mikey took a deep breath to calm his flustered heart. He focused on the soft clip-clop of Mei’s hooves. “Yes. I know you’re here for me if I need to talk. No, it’s not that. I’m good, really, it’s just…” Mikey shrugged, “...cold.”

“Cold,” Mei repeated. She looked around the street. Most Yokai were still inside, but a few were out and about, hurrying from one destination to another. “Not… sad, bored, upset, or exhausted?”

Mikey hummed his agreement, taking another sip of his sweet hot chocolate. “And it has nothing to do with you, I swear,” he added oh-so-helpfully.

Her head tilted the other way. He spared a glance at her. How was she not cold? The tips of her ears looked paler than normal. Her eyes flicked up and down his body. Her scaled eyebrows furrowed. “But you’re dressed up in, like, ten more layers than I am. How are that cold? How’s that work?”

The question wasn’t demeaning or rude, just genuine and curious and worried  and without harm.

Mikey turned his face up towards where the sky was supposed to be. “Cold blood," he shrugged. "You know how it is."

Mei stopped again. This time to stare at him like he grew a second head. "No, I don't," she blinked. Then held a hand up, palm forward, "wait, backtrack, you're cold blooded?" 

Mikey also stopped and also stared. The realization smacked him in the face. "You're not!?"

"You are?!"

"I'm a reptile, of course I'm cold blooded! How are you not?"

"Most Yokai are warm blooded! I never would have asked you to come out in the cold if I had known!" She made her cup float and reached for him. "Show me your hands,"

Mikey obliged, taking his hand out of his pocket and resting it on one of hers. She lifted it closer to her snout and turned it supination- palm up.

“Spirits, your fingers are almost blue! Why didn’t you say anything?” Mei demanded in an oddly motherly tone, wrapping her own hands around his. Her hands were so warm… no wonder she wasn’t as cold as he was.

“You were enjoying yourself… I didn’t want to ruin it!”

“You could’ve said something!” She shot back, tone now creeping toward concern. “This is very worrying! We can go shopping some other time, we could’ve stayed inside! I don’t want you to just- I don’t know, drop to the floor in brumation like you’re dead or something,” she rubbed his hand as if trying to get his blood flowing again. Because that would help.

“Sorry,” Mikey apologized. “But I didn’t want you to feel bad for accommodating me. I want to spend time with you. I wanted to make you happy, ‘cause when you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Mei let out a little whimper-like noise, or perhaps it was a coo? “Mikey…” her expression couldn’t land on an emotion. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when Mikey shivered again, and she stopped herself. “Here, let’s get out of the middle of the walkway.” Mei didn’t let go of his hand and dragged him over to a nearby bench. Her cider followed her in the air. She sat down, her long tail curled to outline the spot next to her, and tugged him down next to her.

Mikey of course obeyed, because who was he to deny her?

Mei wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. Her tail plopped itself into his lap, a comforting, heavy weight. Mikey could feel a tug on his mug- his previously only source of heat- as Mei’s magic pulled it out of his hand. It watched it go up to hover alongside hers. “You’d better not mix those up, hot cocoa is sacred,”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Should I ask Shangti to come pick us up? I’m sure he won’t mind taking us - well, you - back to the manor. Or I could carry you back. Or levitate us back-”

“Shangti have a car or s’mthing?”

“... a what?”

“Carrying it is then.”

~~~

Ten minutes later and they were drifting down from the air. The Tian Manor stood below them, seated on a cliff overlooking the rest of the Hidden City. He’d never been inside before- at least, outside of the times where he snuck onto Mei’s bedroom balcony just to see her, back when they were still a secret.

The building itself was almost 100 feet tall with three floors and ionic columns made of white marble marching up the sides. The walls were made of dark green stone- malachite, if he remembered from Mei’s history ramble- with a marble-like swirl pattern within it. They went through the front doors, through a mud room, and entered a huge foyer. They went under the landing of the two giant staircases circling the foyer.

“You have such a pretty house…” Mikey murmured, his voice muffled from his nose being tucked into his jacket and pressed against Mei’s front from the way he was being princess-carried.

“Glad you think so. Hopefully you’ll be ‘round here more often from now on. You know, when you decide against freezing to death.”

“Oh, please, it’s not that cold. At worst my heart stops beating for a while and I go comatose for a few days.”

He was promptly dropped onto a couch. “Sorry. What?”

“Box turtle thing,” Mikey exclaimed, making himself comfortable against the armrest. Mei disappeared from his sight, presumably to find some blankets or something. Their cups still floated in the air.

The mutant took the chance to examine whatever room he was in. The couch faced something that looked like it might be the Yokai version of a TV. Closer to him was a coffee table a shade lighter than the dark red-brown leather of the couch. Underneath the screen was a fireplace. Over to his left was something akin to a pool table.

“Game room?” He guessed.

“Hm? Oh, I suppose you could call it that. We call it the den,” Mei replied, popping back into sight with a bundle of rich, emerald green throw blankets. She helped him wrap himself up comfortably until it felt like he couldn’t move. Then she helped him free his arms so he could drink his now-room-temperature chocolate.

Mei, the solution to all of his problems today, crouched down by the fireplace and cast a small fireball spell. The hearth bursted into dancing yellow flames. His cocoa was once again torn from his grip and went to hover by the fire to reheat it. 

Mei sat down next to his blanket burrito and took his hands. “You feel like a corpse,” she noted.

“Happens to the best of us,” he replied with a small smile. She gave him a look before scooting closer. She took his hands and pressed them against her sides, under her sweater and against her scaly skin. Her elbows tucked against his hands to keep them in place.

Mikey’s eyes widened. Holy shell she was so warm. Is this what warm blooded creatures felt like all the time?!

He felt Mei’s muscles stiffen. He glanced up at her face to see it scrunched up, probably in effort not to recoil from his undoubtedly cold hands. He was pretty sure he was making a weird face too.

“What, never touched a corpse before?” Mikey tried to joke. It was Mei’s turn to shiver. Mikey was pretty sure he was blushing, if that was even possible.

“Miguel,” the yokai scolded. “Enough with the death jokes. They’re not funny.”

To you, he thought. Out loud, he apologized. “Sorry. Leo must be rubbing off on me.”

Mei huffed. Mikey shifted how his hands were positioned. It could've been ten seconds or a minute or an hour before he managed to compose himself enough to mumble, "your scales are soft,"

"... Thanks."

Mei didn't meet his gaze, but her cheeks were darker than they were supposed to be.

"What, I can't compliment my gorgeous girlfriend?"

Mei's face darkened further. It was adorable. "You warm yet?" She asked to avoid the question.

"Hm… mostly. My lips are still a little cold," he started, blinking up at her innocently, "care to help me with that?"

Oh, if only he could record the look she gave him. It made him want to giggle like they were fifteen all over again. So he did. And in the process of that, he pulled Mei by her waist so the Yokai flopped into him with a strangled yelp of surprise.

"ACK- Mikey!" She complained, wiggling against his hold. But alas, he was a building-thrower and the most Mei worked out was when she practiced her archery. Within a second Mikey had one arm wrapped firmly around her torso, pressing her against him now. Mei quickly gave up and lay limp against his plastron. Her tail flopped around clumsily behind her.

Mikey pulled out his most charming grin. "Can I get my daily dose of kisses now, my love?"

All of Mei's muscles melted with her annoyance. Her face and gaze softened into something adoring. Her hands moved to rest against Mikey's chest. Mikey moved his hand to rest against her warm cheek in turn. 

She sighed dramatically. "Oh, if I must." 

Then she leaned forward and pressed a gentle, warm, long kiss on his lips. It left his green skin tingling. "You're such a dork." All of the love in the world was stored in her voice. Mikey could feel his tail beginning to wag from its confines.

"Yeah. But I'm your dork, aren't I?"

"Yeah," she pecked his lips again.

And so they stayed like that, cuddling and trading sweet kisses, until the two fell asleep, until the sun reached its peak, and until a dark teal Qilin adjusted their blankets and answered the texts blowing up Michaelangelo's phone. They stayed like that as Shangti reassured the little box turtle's worried family that he was okay, that the Titans would take care of him, and that the two would return as soon as they awoke.

And so, they stayed.

[aliasrocket]

Okay so since some of you guys have been asking to see the details I’ve found—this is probably more important to me than most bc I have a kink for hands BUT I SHALL DELIVER NONETHELESS

So you guys remember the scene in vol. 1 where Rocket helps the entire team escape right?

I took the liberty of slowing down these clips the first one might look a little choppy but only bc I had to accommodate to Tumblr’s 10MB max limit BUT ANYWAY I want you guys to look at it and tell me what you observe.

if you’ve figured it out, great! Have fun reading rocket fics with this new information in mind.

If you haven’t, I’ll zoom in for you.

Okay so why is this important? It’s important because in both clips Rocket was looking away almost the entire time and yet he knew EXACTLY where to press and even flexed the fingers over the buttons he knew NOT to press. It’s a very small but very specific detail about Rocket’s … AHEM … dexterity.

Besides that, in vol 2 I’ve made some very very professional (lie) measurements of … him …

My guy’s chest size is twice of his waist size. If you don’t believe me, check his vol 2 scenes one more time.

The last piece of evidence I have to provide regarding Rocket’s sexiness is his endgame suit.

everybody knows if a suit is tight, it’s going to hug the natural curves of your body, right? But since Rocket has fur, it’s a little hard to see the natural shape of his arms.

UNTIL ENDGAME.

(I’m going to reblog this again to show you the zoomed in pictures bc I ran out of picture slots AND I HAVE ONE MORE CLIP TO SHOW FOR THIS.)

I like the part in Vol 3 at the beginning where Rocket very slowly takes his shirt off while winding down for the night. The way his lil hands clasped the scruff of his shirt before slipping em off, the way he moves is always eye candy

Yes omg the scene was too short AUGH it’s the reason I kept rewatching Rocket scenes because like … I need more of him GENUINELY

Also there’s a few lil details of Rocket’s mannerisms I noticed from all the … rewatches of clips of him and I was wondering if you guys would like to see them HAHAHA it looks lowkey obsessive but it’s a good few details about him you guys might wanna know about.

[heich0e]

osamu is taking you—full-time professional sports writer, part-time professional atsumu slanderer—on a date.

well, kind of a date.

he's calling it a date, at least in the privacy of his own mind, while you seem to be regarding the ordeal with a sort of business-like detachment.

he wants to know more about you. you want him to call off his rice-ball eating dogs and clear your name at work. just like how all great romances begin.

you'd agreed to meeting him only on your own terms. the sole semblance of flexibility you'd shown came when you had asked to meet in the early afternoon, but since he "has a restaurant to run" (and has never been more grateful for it) you begrudgingly agreed to a meeting in the evening. 'NOT dinner' you'd been sure to specify in the email calendar invite you'd sent him, along with an attached time and a place to meet—a whole 25 minutes blocked off for the occasion.

osamu, truthfully, wasn't sure what to do with an email calendar invitation—he didn't even know emails had calendars—so he simply printed it out and pinned it to his office wall. and that's where it's remained ever since; inked on the piece of paper pinned beside the restaurant's weekly shift schedule, just in the corner of his eye as he sits at his desk, is the much-anticipated day, time, and location where he'd get to see you again.

at a sports bar of all places.

you're already there when he arrives 15 minutes early, seated at a booth tucked away to the side, your eyes fixed to the soccer match playing on a flat screen in front of you while you sip from a frothy, frosty pint of beer.

your eyes meet his from across the room, your glass poised at your lips.

you're still in your work clothes—at least, he assumes they're your work clothes since they're all he's ever seen you in. business casual but still tasteful, complimenting your figure without necessarily flaunting it in an overt way, a bit rumpled now that you've been wearing them through to the evening. there's something intimidating about the way you meet his stare without hesitation. in the way you swallow your mouthful of beer without looking away.

you stand from the table as he approaches.

"miya-san," you greet him—cool, clipped, and professional—bending slightly at the waist in what might sort of be considered a bow, but only in the most generous of terms.

he returns the greeting.

"please, call me samu," he says, sliding into his side of the booth across from you as you take your seat once more. "'s good to see ya again."

it doesn't escape his notice that you can't seem to bring yourself to feign any sort of concurrence.

"thank you for making time to meet with me," you say instead, which he suspects is sincere enough, if not a bit dry.

"well, we have things to talk about," osamu chuckles, adjusting his baseball cap in the way he always does when he's nervous—lifting it by the brim before resettling it snugly atop his head.

"we do," you agree, your tone tight and notably strained.

osamu shifts awkwardly in his seat, the vinyl of the booth upholstery squeaking underneath him. he looks out around him, his eyes scanning the bar for lack of anything else to do in the silence that follows. it's packed, predominantly with men in varying states of inebriation, all cheering on the assorted sports matches playing out on the many screens which line the walls of the bar.

"interesting spot," osamu remarks, turning his attention back to you.

your own eyes are focused on a baseball game on a screen to the left, now, and his gaze trails your profile as raptly as yours follow the pitch.

the batter swings and misses.

strike.

"most screens of any sports bar in osaka. owner's a real fanatic too—airs a lot of the games and leagues other bars don't care to show."

another pitch. another strike.

"you come here a lot?" osamu dares to ask—the first personal question of the evening, but a relatively safe one to test the waters. he wants to know more about you, but at least this question still comes across just like polite small-talk that's tangentially relevant to the circumstances at hand.

you turn your face towards osamu, then, your expression flat.

he likes the colour of your eyes, and the way they look in the dim bar. likes the way the glowing blue light of the surrounding televisions makes your features stand out a little bit more starkly as it dances across them.

"i think we should just get to the point, miya-san."

the batter on the screen across the room strikes out.

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter thirty-three // deatheater!tomhiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 4.5k warnings for this chapter: none, some light smut ig?

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Thirty-Three:

Turns out Thomus really liked The Hobbit. So much in fact that he did want to read the Lord of the Rings, just like I had thought he would. Luckily for him, Mary has them in her collection, and luckily for me, he didn’t ask me to read them aloud to him. He has disappeared into his room and I keep busy… cleaning. With my limitations, it’s about as much fun as a girl can have.

Since it’s a small house, I get through my cleaning pretty quickly. There’s no deep cleaning for me to do because I’ve already done it. Which is a bummer.

I settle in on the couch to read the rest of Louise Bay’s book, and finish it too quickly. The next book I feel like reading is The Great Gatsby. It was one of my favorites in school and I figured I might as well see if it was still just as good.

Thomus is so enthralled with his book that I only see him at meal times for the next few days. Even when I do see him he’s nose-deep between the pages. I sneak in only to change his bandages in the morning while he’s sleeping. He hasn’t asked to sleep with me again and that’s probably for the best.

One night I’d been about to close his bathroom door so I could shower when I notice Remmy in his room, about to give him his shot. Thomus doesn’t seem distressed at all, the book is clearly a good distraction for him.

When I go in to change his bandages the following morning, I notice that he’s almost done with Fellowship of the Ring, based on where it lay page-side down on his chest as he slept, glasses askew on his face. Quickly and quietly, I sneak downstairs and back to leave the next book on his nightstand. At breakfast, he hardly gives me a passing glance, too enthralled in the Two Towers.

And honestly? I don’t mind. I’m glad that he’s enjoying it so much. It makes me feel smug because he’s so taken by something written by a No Maj.

After breakfast, for whatever reason, he decides to sit in the living room instead of retreating back to his bedroom. He takes up most of the couch, and when I’m finished clearing our meal I’m forced to settle sideways in the armchair with my own book.

I sit and read until it becomes too hot for me to focus on Fitzgerald’s words. I consider taking a cold shower, and then feel like an absolute idiot for forgetting about the creek. Before going upstairs to find a bathing suit, I inconspicuously look at Thomus to see if he’s feeling the same way. He just turns a page, not bothered in the slightest, which is what settles it for me.

Not only is it going to be a good way to cool off, but I could have some alone time to practice getting a hold of my magic. It’s been a few days since taking the potion. If I try every day, eventually I should be able to determine exactly how many days it takes to wear off. I had wondered if by getting really emotional, if it’s something I could forcibly trigger. I’ve been lucky so far. All in all, something I’d rather figure out alone.

The bathing suit I find is a deep green two piece. High waisted bottoms, and a tank-like top. It’s flowy and kind of looks like a dress. I section out and twist the top of my hair up with one of those big teethy hair clips. Then I venture downstairs barefoot and with a towel clutched to my chest like a modesty shield.

I try to be quick as I descend the stairs, making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

Damnit. Every time.

I stop and turn in the doorway, surprised to see he’s actually put his book down. “You know, every time you ask me that, the answer is always the same. I’m going outside.”

“Dressed like that?” he asks, eyebrows up.

“Well, it’s what the kids call a swimsuit,” I say, and feel the need to explain further. “There’s a part of the creek that looks deep enough to swim in. So that’s what I’m going to do, because if you hadn’t noticed, it’s ungodly hot right now.”

He swings his legs off the couch, sitting up and grasping his glass of water off the side table. “Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little heated.”

I start to back away, hoping I can make an escape. “Yup, well, if you need me feel free to holler –“

“Hold on, I’m coming with you.”

I internally groan. Why is he so good at ruining my plans?

“You have a swimsuit?” I ask, trying not to sound disappointed or annoyed.

He stands, stretching. “I can just transfigure what I’m wearing into something more suitable.”

“Great,” I say tightly. “Let me get you a towel.”

When I come back down, he’s shirtless and wearing only dark green swim trunks, not unlike the color of mine. As I hand him his towel, I try to void ogling his chest and so my eyes take in his shirt and pj pants strewn on the couch.

I quickly turn and make my way to the back door. I had contemplated letting him walk ahead of me, but before coming down I double checked in the mirror to make sure my tits and butt look good in this. When I pause at the door, looking back to see how far behind he is, I find he isn’t that far at all. I catch his eyes snapping up to my face, an almost too innocent expression on his.

I bite my lip and step outside. Maybe this trip to the creek will prove beneficial after all, magic or not.

It’s even hotter outside than inside, the sun bright and shining. I almost want to laugh at how pale we both are as we walk through the garden to the path in the woods. Our walk is silent, but not uncomfortable. The excitement about getting in the water is overpowering my nervousness.

We get to a rocky shore of the creek, where I’ve guessed is the deepest part. I remove the safety shield that had been my towel, and lay it in a heap on the rocks. Thomus does the same and I put my glasses on top of the pile.

He’s eyeing me, I guess waiting for me to step in first. I hold my arms close to my body, mainly cradling my boobs, as I step ankle deep into the water. I squeal at its freezing cold temperature.

Thomus laughs. “I’m going to be honest with you, I haven’t swam in ages.”

“Me neither!” I say, smiling back at him. I point to a moss covered boulder across the creek. “I think the deep spot is over there, based on how you can’t see the bottom.”

The water remains shallow as we slowly creep in. Thomus lets the water get to his calves before he decides to just charge in, fully submerging his body in one go. He swims to the other side, touching the boulder.

“You’re right,” he calls. “I can’t feel the bottom over here.”

As he swims back, I find a big flat rock to sit on a few feet below the water. On the rock the water level comes up to just under my boobs and I force myself to submerge them by leaning forward. The boobs are always the hardest to adjust. My pained expression must’ve given it away when Thomus comes to sit nearby in the shallow water.

“Too cold?” he says.

“For certain parts,” I laugh. My hands start to search around my feet for a skipping rock.

“Is the current strong over there?”

He turns his gaze to the stream. “A little on the top, yeah, but I don’t think we’d get far beyond those rocks.”

He’s referencing a cluster of rocks and boulders a little ways downstream, the sound of bubbling water rising to our ears in the calm woods.

“Good,” I say, throwing my first one and watching it plunge noisily on the first dip. “Don’t wanna float away later.”

“You can float?” He finds a stone himself and skips it as well. It jumps twice.

“Absolutely, I have what they call a natural buoyancy.” I wave my arm, gesturing to my body, and laugh. It takes him a moment, but I hear him chuckle. When I glance at him, he’s looking for his next throw, and I groan internally. Why the hell is he so hot?

I try to think of an excuse to talk to him. “If you find a cool rock, let me know.”

“A cool rock?”

“Do I need to explain to you what a cool rock looks like?” I tease.

“I know exactly what a cool rock would look like thank you very much.”

“Yeah, sure, okay. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“What do you want a cool rock for anyhow?” He finds a rock for skipping and it jumps three times across the water. I quickly find my own and throw it, hiding my delight when it beats his by one.

“To keep,” I answer. “Gotta admit I’m a sucker for knickknacks and dust collectors.”

Thomus skips another one, but it plunks after two. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out.”

I smile at him. “Thanks.”

Several moments pass where we skip stones and congratulate or cajole each other on our efforts. I suppose he goes through his supply of them, because he’s gradually getting closer to me. So close that our shoulders and upper arms brush as we search. His skin is damp and cold, but still sends a fire across my skin that makes the water extra cold. To my chagrin, I feel my nipples harden almost painfully, and I try to convince myself it’s because I keep dipping them in and out of the cold water.

I notice after a little while that he’s not throwing anything, even though I am. I turn to look at him and see he’s still digging around him. He scoots even closer still until our legs are mingling, half floating from where we sit. His hand starts to invade what I consider my territory around the rock I’m sitting on.

“Hey,” I say, “can ya’ give a girl a little space here?”

He doesn’t look at me. “Yes, of course,” he says, but doesn’t move. Well, he moves, but not farther away. His arms reach behind me and then backtrack to feel around under my legs. Now he’s so close I can feel his breath on my shoulders and the drops of water failing to cling to his hair as he moves around.

If I hadn’t read almost a thousand romance novels in my life, I’d be completely clueless as to what he’s doing. Damn, could he be any more obvious? At least he’s not making this difficult for me. Maybe the line in the sand isn’t as clear as I’d thought it was.

“What happened to keeping your distance?” I ask, attempting to sound flirtatious, glancing at his face. His chin comes to about my shoulder.

He stills and then retracts his hands, like he’s been caught. He leans forward more, his elbow resting on the edge of the rock.

“I don't recall promising anything explicitly,” he says, pretty blue gazing up at me. “I think you must be imagining things.”

“Oh, so you getting closer and closer like you’re after something is only a figment of my imagination?”

“And what is it you think I’m after?”

“Well, obviously it’s that cool rock I asked for.”

A wide smile breaks out across his face and he chuckles. I shift towards him more, my knees bending over his legs. I’ve been smiling throughout this whole conversation and now my cheeks are starting to hurt. My thigh presses right into his hand from where he leans on the rock. Those fingers start to brush back and forth over my skin.

I’m doing a much better job at training my eyes to his face than he is to mine. It’s giving me quite the confidence boost, I will freely admit.

“I have to confess that my intentions are a bit devious,” he says with a casual tilt of his head.

“So what was the agreement we came to?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “I think I’m just a little fuzzy on that.”

“I think,” he says, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray lock of hair dancing in the breeze behind my ear, “that we agreed on no more orgasms – all because you don’t want to keep your hands to yourself.”

He’s totally teasing me right now and I have to force the smile off my face. Mostly because my cheeks really do hurt now.

“Well, I don’t think anything’s changed,” I say and bite my lip. His gaze drops to my mouth and his chest expands with a sharp breath.

“And I thought I’d been doing an excellent job keeping to those terms. I had put all of my focus into that book until you came prancing down the stairs in this” – he gestures to my bathing suit – “enticing little number that just so happens to be in my favorite color.” His expression and tone has grown slightly more exasperated and I cannot stop the giggle that slips out.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he says, a smile on his face as well.

I pull my lips between my teeth again and shrug. “I’m not laughing.” My hands come out of the water to rub at my sore cheek muscles. “I’m actually really trying to not laugh.”

“You’re not making this easy on me.”

I sigh. “I promise I just wanted to swim.”

He leans closer to me and playfully whispers, “I think you’re lying. You haven’t even swam yet.”

Seeing no other choice, I pull back from him, turning away. “Fine then.” Cradling my boobs again, I crouch in the water, using the rock to push myself further from shore until I can stand up straight. I turn back to him, my feet drifting away from the floor and begin to tread water.

“Happy?” I call to him.

He tsks. “Your hair isn’t even wet.”

I give him an annoyed look. “So demanding! Anything to prove my innocence, I suppose.” Closing my eyes, I lean back until I’m floating. My arms gently glide over the water and my legs move softly, and soon I get lost in the feeling of weightlessness. The sun occasionally flickers over my eyes through the trees and I can feel it’s warmth.

“It really is beautiful here,” I say after a few long moments. My ears are underwater, so sound is muffled, but I still expect to hear his response. When I get none, I open my eyes and lift my head. I’ve floated downstream a little, and Thomus isn’t where I last left him. “Thomus?”

My eyes search the shore line and I call out his name again.

I let out a startled little yelp when I feel his hand grasp mine and start pulling me. His head pops up near the shore and he has a big dumb grin on his face.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you?” he asks innocently as his other arm circles my waist and pulls me to him. He’s crouched under the water and positions me until I’m sitting in his lap with both of his arms around me.

I have an arm over his shoulder and I take deep breaths. “A little, but it’s okay. At least you didn’t splash me. You’d have gotten a very different reaction.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” he asks. I pretend not to notice the hand around my back sliding down my side to rest on my hip, the other spread across my thigh to hold me to him.

“I get irrationally angry when water splashes my face,” I admit. “My emotions travel at warp speed to pissed off in two seconds flat.”

He gets a mischievous smirk on his face. “Like this?”

I close my eyes just in time as he shakes his head, the water in his hair splattering my face. My hands shoot out of the water to hold him still.

“Yes, exactly like that,” I snap as I open my eyes when I think it’s safe.

Uh, oh. His face is waay too close to mine now, especially when it’s now clasped between my hands.

“Noted,” he says, mirth still alight in his eyes, “for the future.”

I feel my lips twitch in an attempt to smile. “Mm-hm, right… “ my voice is faint because my attention is roaming his face. God, his lips are so close right now and his eyes –

His eyes are staring right back at me. The lids are lowering and his eyes are darkening.

But he’s not making a move. He’s not leaning closer, he’s not asking for anything. I know that if I wanted to stop, he’d let me go.

The only problem is, I don’t want to let him go. I want the exact opposite.

My hands go from holding the sides of his face to threading into the back of his wet hair and I pull his face to mine. His grip on me tightens and his mouth is pliant beneath my lips, eager for what I have to offer. I kiss him as much as I want. Enjoying his touch, enjoying how he feels, how he smells. I think in the house I’d gone nose blind to his devastating smell. The creek water has refreshed my senses and now I can smell nothing but him.

The water makes it easy for me to float around and without breaking this kiss, I shift until my legs are around his hips. My arms are draped over his shoulders and with all my limbs I can easily pull him to me and keep him there. To my delight, his arms hold me just as tight around my waist.

That doesn’t satisfy him for long. As we continue to kiss, his hands slip down to my hips. My swimsuit bottoms had hiked themselves up as I swam, so when his touch begins to explore my ass, there’s not much left to the imagination. Not that he seems to mind.

One of my legs spreads wider, my toes digging into the soft ground, so I can press myself against him. My other heel digs into his backside as my hips start to rock, my core desperate for friction. I feel him shift, his feet planting for a better position, and his hips push back. He’s hard and hot and warm and he feels delicious.

He lets out a tortured groan and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s in pain. His lips pull from mine so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

“What?” I ask breathlessly. “I’m not touching you.”

One of his hands with a tight grip on my ass releases and feels it’s way up my body to tightly grip another part of me. The palm of his hand rubs against my already painfully tight nipple and I gasp, grinding against him harder.

“Fuck,” he growls before biting into my neck and sucking. My fingers dig into his muscled shoulders. He releases my breast and quickly travels under the rippling end of my top. It glides over my hip until it finds the waistband of the swimsuit bottoms. My mind snaps into awareness when I think he’s going to venture past it. Instead, after brief hesitation, his hand pushes between us down my stomach, cradling the ample area below my belly button.

His lips release my neck and go for my ear. “I need to touch you,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. “I want to feel how wet that pretty cunt of yours is.”

I shudder at the use of those crude words and my hands cradle the back of his head.

“I mean, it feels pretty wet,” I say lightly, dragging air into my lungs so I sound more in control than I feel I am. “But we are in a creek so who’s to say?”

The hand down below slides lower, his fingertips teasing the crest of my slit over the material covering it. “Only one way to find out,” he purrs, a darkness to his tone.

“But I can’t touch you,” I whine and tilt my hips, moving his hand away completely. “It’s just not fair.”

“It’s not about what’s fair.” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes. “It’s about taking what’s mine.” He pushes his hand back down until it’s fully cupping me, his fingers pressing the material tight against my core.

My eyes close and I gasp at the pleasure. I manage to stop myself just in time from saying So take me then. My eyebrows pull together in concentration and I grit my teeth. My fingers dig into his scalp. I take a few deep breaths through my nose in an attempt to calm the fuck down.

“What’s stopping you then?” I ask, meeting his eyes again. His brow is furrowed too, mouth downturned. “Like really? None of the other Death Eaters have problems fucking their Lots. They already think we are.” My fingers tug at his hair and I dive for his neck, running my lips along his jaw. “So why not?”

He doesn’t answer me, and I press on. My tongue comes out to tease him right before my teeth sink into his skin. His breath hitches and he puts both hands at my hips, thrusting his up against me again. They stop mid-thrust and jerkily resettle, as if he changed his mind last second.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks. He pulls me away from his neck so I have to look at him.

I smile nervously. “Is this not a big enough hint for you?”

As his eyes roam my face, he seems to be choosing his next words carefully. “It’s just that it’s going to be… meaningless.”

Oh.

Thomus is worried about me in this situation? He clearly understood what I really meant when I said meaningless. He knows that I want more out of such an intimate act, but that’s not something he can give. He wants to make sure I understand that and be okay with it.

And am I? I know this has been my goal for a while now. To distract him. To keep him here instead of out hunting the Order. I know it’s the only thing that I can do to help right now.

I know that I want him. I know this is what I have to do. Even though he doesn’t care about me, even though he thinks I hold no value as a human fucking being, at least he cares enough about how I feel about it. He cares enough about my well-being - both mental and physical, that I think I trust him with this.

I know this isn’t the ideal situation, but he seems to want me and I definitely want him. I can take this for what it is. This is just… going to have to be enough for me.

So why not?

He’s been waiting patiently for my answer. I’d been silent for a bit longer than I’d intended, and I blink out of my thoughts, giving him a shy smile.

“It’s okay,” I shrug. “Might as well find out if it’s worth the hype, right?”

He inhales sharply, a stiffness in his shoulders easing. “I definitely intend to make it worth your while.”

I bring my face closer to his again. “Good.”

Our lips meet again and he kisses me slowly. My hands roam all over him, exciting by the prospect that I get to touch him with no limitations. But I try to match his pace and be slow. I don’t want to embarrass myself by being too eager.

He tugs the strap down my shoulder and he hikes me up enough so he can bury his face in my chest. When he pops up, there’s a deep read mark on my left boob. He sits back to admire his work and I’d almost be annoyed with him if it weren’t for the look of pure adoration on his face. His eyes travel up past mine to my hair. He reaches up and releases the hair clip, tossing it over his shoulder to the beach. He tugs the other strap down my shoulder. Now my top is loose and I’m half afraid my boobs are just gonna float up out of it.

“Shake your hair out for me,” he commands. Since he took the hair clip out, I do as he says, leaning over slightly until I flip it back up. It falls in waves around my face and I look back at him curiously. His appreciative gaze takes me in from my chest all the way up to my hair.

“Are we gonna fuck in the creek?” I ask.

This takes him out of whatever daze he’s in. His eyes snap to mine and he grins devilishly.

“Not today.”

My giggle eases some of the nervousness that had crept up under his stare and I lean forward to kiss him again. His arms wrap around me and he begins gliding us to the even shallower part of the creek.

Suddenly he breaks our kiss and shoves me away from him. Not expecting that, I don’t have great balance and my head goes under. When I resurface, coughing and snorting out the water from my nose, Thomus is on his feet, clutching his left forearm. His expression has hardened and he’s backing out of the water.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” he asks. I can hear the pain straining his voice.

I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He grounds out his words. “I have to go. I’m being summoned.”

“Are you healed enough?” I ask, unable to keep the worry out of my voice. I pull the straps back up my arms.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” He’s on the shore now, his body turned towards the path. "Oh, here. I found this earlier." He stops and digs through a pocket on his swim shorts. He tosses the small object and I manage to catch it. 

I look down at my hand and see I'm holding a rock. A very cool rock.

When I look back up, he's gone.

[lucerocosplay]

Patterns were made at the end of last month, but the last of my materials just arrived this week!

Made some changes to McCalls 5064 vest to make it double breasted and have a notched lapel, and finished drafting the rest of the pieces for Akari. It's not very impressive at this stage but I am feeling more confident now that this is done ^^;

Her fabrics were ordered during a sale so she was very under budget. Which was great because I got to go ham on the trims and still be within budget for a pre-fab petti!

In typical fashion I did start on all the cute detailed accessories lmao. Her waist chain has been upgraded from rhinestoned trim to a full on heart belt because this was cheaper to do lmao. The extra stones I am hoping to use on her shoe clips and maybe mic to tie the whole thing together but we will see how that goes.

The wig I am somehow the most excited for, especially after finding a good brown/pink/brown gradient wig to work with. A good friend told me about the alcohol ink method for adding depth to wigs and I am looking forward to adding purple highlights with copics now. Also want to add a few strands of holo tinsel for some subtle sparkle too.

I've come to terms that due to styling choices, how the wig and hair ties look, and especially because of timing- that people will mistake me for Ai Hoshino. Lol Akari is a manga only character so getting mistaken for someone from an anime isn't exactly a shocker.

I don't want to jinx it, but I am aiming to have her completed in under a month so I can finish my two other projects before the summer.

Akari Deguchi project thread

She will be ""quick"" and indulgent to scratch my growing idol itch. Literally every color illustration of this outfit is inconsistent, as are the BW drawings across panels so there will be some minor liberties taken. Her shoes are the one constant but because they are hideous I refuse to perceive them.

Fun trims and fabric layering will do the heavy lifting as all garments are fairly simple. I'll be making a white blouse, pinstripe waistcoat with notched lapel, a large pleated circle skirt along with some fun little accessories.

The story and especially this outfit are representative of a woman overcoming regrets of her youth, a bittersweet snapshot of a maiden in love trying to savor it a second time around. At least that is how I see it and that's the sort of concept I want to convey with fabric and trim choices. A marriage of a 30 something office worker who is also a magical 15 year old up and coming idol. Deguchi is awkward but sincere maybe to a fault, her personal style is plain and a bit conservative. Her first idol outfit is very reminiscent of a trendy school uniform but it needs more of a contrast to emphasize the magical element and also maybe how out of her comfort zone it is. Anyway, I have a lot of feelings on her character and love her a lot. I guess you could say...

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not okay, m | jjk, myg

full title: I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook

summary: Jeon Jungkook fucked up. He talked shit about emo girls. Min Yoongi decides he's going to make him take back what he said, make him beg and plead and cry to be touched by the sexiest woman he knows. Never mind that you were a goth in high school and not an emo.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (Yoongi/you); definitely a scheme to seduce a clueless JK; threesome smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, m-masturbation + daydreaming, edging / orgasm denial, inappropriate (but wanted) touching in public, a lot of begging, hair-pulling, scratching / marking, thigh-riding, handjob, choking, ball squeezing, restraints, cowgirl, nipple play, handcuff and anal vibrator usage, doggy, little bit of m-receiving oral, finger sucking); tbh Jungkook is a mess, is forced to make messes, and likes it; fluff; shifts from all three POVs; black-haired, sub!JK x noona, dom!reader x blue-haired, dom!Yoongi

yes, there are My Chemical Romance references, I'm aware MCR don't like being considered emo, we know labels =/= how someone truly is; yes, it's PTD (emo for a hot second) JK and Yoongi

--

"Is that what you think?"

Jeon Jungkook flicked the long black bangs over his left eye, laughing. "Yeah, these are just extensions. I thought it would be funny. I don't actually think this kind of style looks good on me."

A sharp click of the tongue. "No, the other part. About women."

Jungkook blinked, bewildered. Then he slowly remembered, recalling his words. "Oh... I just meant I wouldn't be attracted to a girl with a more emo, edgy style."

The deep voice was sharp and accusatory. "You said it was cringey."

"Ah... well... a little?"

Those pointed, cat-like eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Uh... hyung?"

Min Yoongi frowned and stood up.

"We will see about that, Jungkook."

Jungkook watched him go, even more confused than before.

"Why did that sound like a threat...?"

-

Because it was.

The next time they went out to eat together, Min Yoongi brought his girlfriend with him. She didn't often tag along. When his friends asked Yoongi about it, he just laughed.

"It's because you guys are too fucking loud."

The few times she did come with him, she was relatively quiet. She had an unapproachable air about her, intimidating in the way that a single eye shift and locked-on attention could cause heart palpitations. Everything about her image seemed far too sleek and refined for everyday life. Her gestures, her walk, her style. Minimalist outfits, mostly white and black. It was obvious that she had a nice body, but none of her clothes implied that she was advertising it, at least when she was hanging out with her boyfriend's friends.

There was one exception.

She always smelled delicious.

Noticeable, addictive, gourmand, always making you turn your head just to smell it again. A hint of ginger to startle, followed by the warmth of marshmallow and the earthly scent of green tea. It blended with her skin, turning warmer and muskier as the evening went on, making you wish that you could smell the bedsheets that laid against that sweet-smelling body later that night.

Very troubling for Yoongi's friends for his girlfriend to smell like pure sex and then gaze at them with such intensity when spoken to, startlingly similar to Yoongi himself.

"Hello, Jungkook. Surprising that you're the only one here."

Jeon Jungkook was so stunned that his brain seemed to cease all functions. He was completely frozen, eyes and mouth wide open, not believing the sight in front of him.

Yoongi?

His hyung was dressed normally. Black cardigan, white shirt, black jeans. His hair was light blue now, a cool-toned, steel azure. The color made his fair skin glow and his dark brown eyes stand out.

His girlfriend?

Her hair was loose and wild, partially covering the left side of her face. Dark eye makeup and dark crimson lips. Large, loose black shirt hanging off one shoulder, with a black leather choker and silver chain that clipped to the button placket of her shirt with a clasp. Her bra strap was obvious, meant to be seen, the delicate lace pattern molding around the top of the cup that was barely visible. The shirt was long enough to cover her ass, belted at the waist with a black leather belt adorned by a silver moon-shaped buckle. Sheer black stockings with seemingly intentional rips and sleek black velvet heels.

"Yoongi said you think emo girls are cringey," she chuckled, looking down at him, smirk on her plump, defined lips.

Jungkook sputtered, feeling his face burn. "N-No, noona, that's not what I meant, I–" He was attempting to restore brain function, but he was rapidly losing blood up top and it was gushing down below.

This had to be the hardest part of living.

"I had to remind him that I was a goth in high school, not an emo. They're slightly different."

She bent at the waist and adjusted the chair before sitting down next to him, giving Jungkook half a second to view her perky tits encased in black lace, her chest smelling so fucking good that he nearly passed out. He jerked his head away, glancing at Yoongi in sheer panic.

The older man gave him a completely blank expression.

Their previous conversation echoed in Jungkook’s head. We will see about that.

"The rest of them aren't coming today. I'm treating Jungkook," Yoongi was explaining.

His girlfriend tilted her head. "I thought you said Hoseok was coming."

"He was, but then something came up."

"Hmm..." She raised an eyebrow at Yoongi. He straightened his cardigan, noticing her discerning gaze, and raised one back.

It was only then that Jungkook realized they weren't sitting next to each other, but on either side of him, boxing him against the wall. Now Jungkook could smell Yoongi too, wearing a spicy, woodsy cologne that mixed with his skin to become warmer and more comforting, except right now it was scaring the shit out of him because he didn't understand why they weren't sitting next to each other.

"Ah..."

He simply pointed to the empty chair in front of him, unable to finish his sentence.

Yoongi looked over to see what he was pointing at. "Hm?"

"You're right, I should move it so the server has easier access to our table."

And she dragged the chair to the side.

"Very considerate of you, Jungkook."

She smiled at him and he swore the proximity was causing his sanity to crumble to dust. He saw her tuck her black purse behind her perky, round ass. It had a small pin on it of a devil reading a book titled, Guide to Eternal Torture.

A cutesy yet ominous image.

At this point, Jungkook realized he was staring at her ass and the raised hem of the shirtdress, revealing the fact that the stockings were thigh-highs. The black garter straps were straining against her juicy thighs as she adjusted her long legs under the table.

Fuck.

He bolted out of his seat, mumbling and stumbling past her, the alluring scent of her perfume enticing him as he squeezed past.

"B-Bathroom, be right back!"

-

You watched Jungkook run off, clamping his hands below his stomach, raising your eyebrows as he and his tight black jeans sprinted to the bathroom.

"Hm."

You turned back to your boyfriend who was looking at the menu like it was the most intriguing piece of art he had ever laid his eyes on. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and breathed out, waiting for him to continue. Yoongi didn't look up. You didn’t really expect him to. You waited out of politeness.

"How long am I torturing him for?" you finally asked.

"Until he takes back what he said about you," your boyfriend responded dryly.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I don't think it was directed at me specifically. Does he even know that this is what I usually dress like? Or why you always tell me to dress simpler when I come with you to eat with all of them?"

Those dark brown eyes flickered up.

Yoongi's perfect lips curved into a small smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "Of course, he doesn't."

He lowered the menu, raising his chin defiantly as he spoke. "My reason is still valid. You saw how Jungkook acted. He a mess around you."

"I don't ooze sex, Yoongi. You're exaggerating."

He cocked a brow. "I beg to differ. I would wager he's jacking off in the bathroom right now."

He drummed the table with his fingertips, challenging you to bet on it. You waved a hand, dismissing the challenge. Wasn't like you could miss that tent. You circumvented back to the matter at hand.

"Did Jungkook actually say that? About emo girls being cringey?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Something like that."

You frowned. "Really? With his eyebrow piercing and tattoos? And his black hoodie and jeans?"

Your boyfriend went back to the menu. "Projecting, I think you called it?"

-

Yes, Jungkook washed his hands before throwing himself into a stall and touching his dick.

He wasn't gross.

Would be really great if his dick had calmed down on his own, but her perfume lingered on Jungkook's hoodie sleeve, just the faintest trace on his left arm, and he pressed it against his nose, inhaling.

Fuck, why does she smell so good?

His right hand was undoing his pants, his eyes and fingers closing in, focusing on his throbbing erection fighting his underwear. Maybe if he just touched it on the outside, it would be fine...

Her face popped into his head, complete with the little quirk of her eyebrow.

Nope.

Jungkook shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and pushed them down, teeth biting his hoodie sleeve so he could smell her perfume as he stroked his cock, feeling somewhat dirty about it, but mostly violently horny. It wasn't like he could stop his brain. He couldn't go out there with a massive boner either, so he had to do what he had to do. It was only a few thoughts anyway, thinking about her thighs under the table and wondering how they would feel wrapped around him, wondering if she would let him rip those stockings off and bite those delicious legs, wondering if he could undo that belt and unwrap that body and press his nose against that sweet-smelling skin and taste it with his tongue, planting kisses over those beautiful breasts with her hand around his cock instead of his own, pumping him to her unforgiving pace, forcing him to moan into her skin, abusing his stiff length with her tight grip and expansive strokes, his hands gripping her soft thighs and his whines saturating the air, pleading, begging her to let him cum.

Would she edge me?

His hand abruptly stopped.

Jungkook used every ounce of willpower to avoid whimpering into his own sleeve.

His whole body was achingly tense, screaming at him to finish, but he refused, shoving his whole face into the thick fabric and breathing hard, clenching his jaw and his twitching cock, imagining her pretty face with a smug, sadistic smirk, those dark lips teasingly telling him he could finish inside her.

-

"What are you doing?"

The pale hand dance in the air, beckoning the waitress over.

"Ordering."

You tilted your head. "Jungkook isn't back yet. You should wait for him."

Yoongi shrugged. "I know what he likes." His gaze flickered to you. "Meat."

You narrowed your eyes. Yoongi gazed back, unfazed. You knew that look. You knew how to read between the lines. To everyone else, Yoongi was a 3D puzzle with a million pieces, but to you, he might as well have been a children's picture book.

The side of his lips quirked upward, so faint you would have missed it if you weren’t looking for it.

He did have very nice pictures in his book. You'll give him that.

You ticked your right eyebrow so subtly that no one caught it but him. He, too, knew that to look for. His smirk grew, pleased at your wordless communication.

You were dating a real troublemaker.

You smirked back as the waitress arrived at your table, apologizing for keeping you waiting. One look from both Yoongi and you, and she nearly dropped her notepad, fumbling with the pen, cheeks flushing pink.

Trouble did tend to find trouble.

-

Jungkook had determined he hadn't done anything wrong. He didn't actually orgasm in the bathroom stall thinking about Yoongi's girlfriend while smelling her remaining perfume on his clothes as the said couple sat in the restaurant, awaiting his return.

Well.

Now that he mentally described it like that, it did sound kind of fucked.

Crap.

He saw a blob of black in his peripheral vision and looked up to see Yoongi's girlfriend stride past him, fragrant-smelling hair drifting behind her, his head turning automatically to follow the sight, entranced by the movement of her hips and hair, only to find her glancing back at him, foxy smile dancing on those dark lips.

He swore she mouthed his name.

Maybe even said it?

Jungkook blinked and she was no longer looking in his direction, heading to the women’s bathroom and rolling up her sleeves, clearly going to wash her hands.

He was seeing things.

Yes.

Just horny and delusional.

"I ordered the beef plate for you. If you don't like it, we can order something else."

Jungkook looked down at the streaming, sizzling platter of seared beef and vegetables, feeling his stomach growl as he sat down.

"No, hyung, this is great. Thank you."

"Hm, that's good. You can start eating, I'm going to wash my hands."

Yoongi began to stand up, brushing off his pants. Jungkook jerked his head up, seeing the older male push his chair back, light blue hair falling over his forehead.

"Um, h-hyung?"

"Mmm?"

Those dark brown orbs flickered to him.

"Er..."

Yoongi tilted his head.

"Erm... why is noona here? I thought you said… you were just treating me to a meal...?"

Yoongi tilted his head the other way, slowly, unreadable expression in those cat-like eyes.

"I am. I'm paying today."

He raised his head and smiled. Jungkook tore his eyes away from Yoongi to see her weaving through the crowd to make her way back to the table, silver chain hanging from her black choker glittering in the overhead restaurant lights, exposed shoulder and collarbone a stark contrast to her all-black outfit, body shape so exquisite that it wasn't only Yoongi and Jungkook watching her walk. Many pairs of eyes followed her wake, some shy, some unabashed and brazen.

"Besides, she is a treat, isn't she?" Yoongi purred.

She had made eye contact with Jungkook and her lips curved into a small, amused smile.

Any response he had to Yoongi’s words died in his throat.

"Too bad you think that style is cringey, otherwise you might have had a shot, Jungkook."

-

You sat back down as Yoongi waltzed off, gesturing to his hands, leaving you with the Korean equivalent of Steve Rogers from 1943 to 2011, complete with what you presumed to be a very nice ass if the rest of Jeon Jungkook was anything to go by. Ah, well, you trusted genetics. Surely nature would have blessed Jungkook with a good booty. You looked over to him. He wasn’t moving.

Wasn’t even blinking.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face and Jungkook started, jumping in his seat, his wide brown orbs shakily shifting to you. You made eye contact and he quickly looked away, swallowing hard.

Come on, surely, it's not that serious.

Jungkook ran a hand through his short black hair and snuck a glance at you. Or, more specifically, your chest. Ah. Was that it?

"Something wrong?" you asked, picking up your chopsticks.

"N... No...?"

You had to smile. Jungkook didn't even sound like he believed himself. You pointed to your collarbone.

"Too much?"

His brown orbs shot up. Silence. You locked eyes with him, keeping him in place. You witnessed his inner struggle now, trying to decide between what he thought was the right answer and what his instincts were telling him.

"Aren't you... uncomfortable, noona?"

You chuckled, picking up a piece from your pork belly dish and blowing off the steam. "Me? Of course not. People stare at me all the time. Might as well dress how I want." You dabbed the extra oil off on the side of the plate and brought it to your lips. Your eyes flickered to the younger man. He was still watching you, his own lips parted, wispy black strands over his forehead, accenting his dark brows and the silver bar piercing on the right side. Poor guy. Jungkook really picked the wrong man to project to, the one whose girlfriend never grew out of her goth phase.

You brought the meat close to your mouth.

Let your tongue snake out for a millisecond between your open lips.

His eyeballs nearly fell out of his head.

This is too easy.

You placed the hot meat into your tongue and closed your lips around it, chewing slowly, maintaining eye contact.

Not speaking.

Yoongi was surely overreacting to something Jungkook probably didn't think too much about before saying it, but that was fine with you because Yoongi told you to cause some trouble. You liked causing trouble. That's how you got Yoongi. Trouble attracted trouble. Still, he had something planned. You could tell. Maybe even guess.

You smiled at Jungkook and he gulped so loudly you could hear it over the sizzling meat.

-

Otherwise you might have had a shot, Jungkook.

What did that mean?

Jungkook was having a mild panic attack throughout the entire meal, even when Yoongi suggested they get beers. His girlfriend was driving, so only he and his hyung drank as they ate. They barely talked. Jungkook’s brain was too busy trying to break down the meaning of the mysterious phrase, replaying Yoongi’s words over and over.

You might have had a shot.

A shot at what?

What, exactly?!

Jungkook snuck a glance at Yoongi’s girlfriend and she was looking back, cocking an eyebrow when they made eye contact. He flinched and peeked at Yoongi's expression. His hyung was chewing his beef slowly, staring into space.

Have had a shot.

Maybe Jungkook needed to do shots to be a normal human being at this point.

"You're pretty quiet today, Jungkook."

His dick twitched in his pants.

Jungkook threw one thigh over the other and mashed his dick between them.

"Ah... sorry..." he mumbled, fixated on his beer glass.

Yoongi rapped his forearm with the end of his chopsticks. "Look at people when you talk to them."

Jungkook swallowed and looked up at her. "S-Sorry, noona."

She tipped her head and frowned slightly. "Is there something wrong? Did I say something to make you upset?" She looked apologetic. "I'm sorry if my presence is ruining your time with your hyung."

He jerked his head to said hyung. Yoongi prodded at something in between his teeth with the end of his chopstick and gave Jungkook a confused look, as if to say, what are you looking at me for?

"Um... no," Jungkook finally said, shaking his head and turning back to her. "No, noona. I'm glad you're here. It's really nice to see you."

"You're barely looking at her."

His ears burned at Yoongi's dry remark.

She perked up, pointing to her collarbones. "Is this bothering you? It's too much, isn't it?" she chuckled, jingling the chain on the choker and making his dick jolt between his clasped, jean-covered thighs. "You really don't like this style, huh?"

Jungkook darted his eyes to Yoongi, who pointedly stared back, giving him zero context clues except for reminding him of what he said before the meal.

A shot.

“Uh, that isn’t it, noona. Ah, actually…”

Jungkook chewed on his lip nervously, focusing on her instead of Yoongi. She turned her body, giving her full attention to him. He couldn’t tell if that was better or worse. The guilt ate away at him. Minutes passed by. So many, in fact, that it was getting awkward. His neck was on fire, his ears were red-hot, he was pretty sure his cheeks were flushed, and not from alcohol, yet he still he couldn’t say shit to those dark eyes and crimson lips, trapped by the gaze of the woman in black, feeling like he just booked himself a room in the Hotel Bella Muerte.

“Are you okay, Jungkook?” she asked, shadows of an amused open-mouthed smirk on those lips.

Was he?

“Er, yeah… I’m okay,” he croaked, coughing to clear his throat.

Yoongi snorted.

Jungkook shook his head quickly, letting out a small growl of frustration. “Actually, no, noona, I’m not okay.” He rubbed his forehead and exhaled hard, biting his lip as he faced her questioning expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the style you’re wearing is cringey, because it’s not. It’s really not. You look amazing. You always have, but you look extra cool and sexy today and I feel really bad saying something like that because I should have thought about how other people could look and pull off that style, but I didn’t, I was only thinking about how stupid I looked when I was fifteen and I assumed–”

Her hand shot out and she pressed two fingers to his lips, silencing him.

“Shh,” she hummed, fully smirking now. “You assumed and thus you got yourself in trouble, didn’t you?”

She’s touching me!

Jungkook jerked his eyes to Yoongi, who was nibbling on his last piece of steak and ignoring Jungkook’s panic. He added a bit of the sauce and popped the meat in his mouth, chewing slowly. It was like she and Jungkook weren’t talking at all or, rather, Yoongi wasn’t concerning himself with it.

Her fingers slid down, pressing into Jungkook’s lower lip.

He very nearly made a noise, quickly darting his gaze back to Yoongi’s girlfriend.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

Why was she saying his name like that? Like… like she was sexing it with her tongue or something? Oh, shit, he was going crazy. He had to be. It was all in his head. She must be saying his name normally. Had to be. Yoongi’s girlfriend? Flirting with him? No, no, absolutely not. And certainly not in front of Yoongi. Even if his hyung was pretending to be deaf, he was definitely not deaf. Yoongi was the kind of guy who would smack a stranger looking at his woman funny.

This?

It was all in his head.

Her fingertips slid to the side of his lips, tracing the shape.

R… Right?

“You think I look extra cool and sexy today?” she mused, licking her lips.

Jungkook could smell her perfume off her wrist. Sweet, musky, seductive. His thighs were so tightly clasped together that Jungkook was pretty sure his dick was pointing straight down with how erect it was at the moment.

“Ah… w-well… a b-bit…?”

Clink!

Jungkook yelped as cold water flew into his lap, immediately spreading his legs as the glass tumbled onto the tabletop. Yoongi swiftly stopped it, sighing exaggeratedly.

“Ah, my bad, that was quite clumsy of me…”

“Shit, Jungkook, are you okay?”

Her fingertips left his lip and he could finally breathe, only to squeak sharply as hands planted firmly onto his thighs and crotch, bunched-up napkins dabbing the excess water away, quickly soaking it up with the paper.

“You should be more careful Yoongi, sheesh…”

“Sorry, Jungkook, here, take these.”

Jungkook vaguely registered Yoongi saying her name apologetically as well, but at the moment he was not okay, very not okay, he promised this was the most not okay he had ever been in his entire life as Yoongi’s girlfriend mopped up water from his inner thighs and crotch, molding her hands around his dick, yes, his actual straining hard-on was being touched by her hands and it was getting harder by the fucking second, her hurriedly wiping the water off, acting like this was completely normal and not like his cock was trying to rip out of his pants.

“Ack, noona, w-wait…!”

He tried to sit up and Yoongi’s hand came down on his shoulder, holding him in place.

“Good idea, get under his ass just in case.”

Jungkook nearly blacked out as her napkin-covered hands slid under him and cupped the inside of his legs and bottom half of his ass, patting around. Her palms cupped his balls for a hot second.

He was fucked.

Utterly fucked.

Jungkook whimpered in his throat.

Her hands immediately stopped.

She looked up at him, very serious. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Jungkook shook his head from side to side so quickly that his vision blurred. “Yes.”

She shared a glance with Yoongi. The older man sighed and stood up, squeezing his shoulder as he leaned down to Jungkook’s ear.

“You want her to keep touching you or not?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, jerking his head to Yoongi. Those dark brown orbs looked back at him, demanding the truth.

“I didn’t spill that water for nothing.”

It was only then that it dawned onto Jungkook.

This was a set up. He was being set up. His hyung had set him up.

This whole fucking thing was a set up.

We will see about that, Jungkook.

She was cleaning his seat off and gently tapped his thigh. “It’s dry now. I think you’re okay.”

Jungkook decided that he really did not care about being set up. He did not give a single shit that he fell for it wholly and completely like a gullible idiot. He whipped his head back to Yoongi’s girlfriend, who was sighing ruefully, giving Yoongi the side-eye, muttering under her breath so only they could hear.

“What do you think he’s gonna do, Yoongi, ask to fuck me?” she hissed, placing the wad of wet napkins onto the table.

Too bad you think that style is cringey, otherwise you might have had a shot.

Jungkook’s hand shot out and squeezed her thigh.

“Can I fuck you, noona?” he breathed, chest tight.

He dug his nails into the sheer stocking, ripping new holes.

“If hyung lets me?”

-

"Yoongi, what are you thinking?"

Your boyfriend smiled. Very nonchalant. Nearly innocent. You knew better. This was Min Yoongi after all. His cardigan was off now. His broad shoulders in the white t-shirt were very distracting. Actually, so were his arms, now toned and more defined. Yoongi had recently taken an interest in working out.

His smile turned into a smirk. "What?"

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. You noticed movement under you and smacked Jeon Jungkook's hand down so he was no longer picking at the peach fuzz in his face. He gasped in surprise, but you ignored him, completely focused on your rather troublesome boyfriend.

"You can't be serious."

You felt fingers brushing against the hem of your shirtdress, playing with the edge of the fabric. Yoongi was kneeling behind Jungkook, who was sitting on your bed, and the younger man was now messing with your outfit as you and Yoongi continued your conversation about him.

Your boyfriend leaned down and placed his hands on Jungkook's jaw, laying down his deft fingers one by one, lifting that chiseled chin up, those wide brown eyes now looking at your face, paired with the amused, cat-like ones.

"I am serious," Yoongi murmured. "You should teach him a lesson."

You pursed your lips. "He already apologized. That's enough."

Yoongi tilted his head, clicking his tongue.

"No, it's not."

Your eyes flickered down and you raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's interruption. "What was that?"

He gulped under your stern gaze. "Um..."

Yoongi smiled pleasantly, removing his hands from Jungkook's face. "See? He wants it."

"He's your friend, Yoongi. We're going to have to see him in person later. You want him to be horny every second he's around me?"

Yoongi placed his palm on the crown of Jungkook's head, drumming his fingers slowly. Light blue strands curled around his dark brows and eyes, playful smirk on his shapely pink lips. His deep voice was a low, alluring drawl.

"He already is."

Jungkook nodded very fast to agree. He was trying to hide the keen excitement in his eyes by not speaking, but his eager expression was giving him away as Yoongi slowly chipped away at common sense. You grabbed Jungkook's chin and squeezed, holding him in place. His breathing hitched in your hand, small whimper of your name leaving his lips.

"Don't look at me like that," you scolded.

"Like what?" Jungkook asked with shaking eyes and a small pout.

You kept switching from Jungkook's to Yoongi's eyes because if you looked too long into those pleading brown orbs, you might actually crack. You spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.

"Like you're desperate for it."

A low, dangerous chuckle.

Your gaze fixated on Yoongi. He was about to do something.

His long fingers worked into that short black hair and yanked back, making Jungkook gasp and shiver as he was pulled from your hand, your name falling from his lips in a breathy moan as his eyes continued to watch you, waiting, needing, begging.

"P... Please, noona..."

Yoongi's grip tightened in those black locks, Jungkook whimpering at the roughness, his own hands clutching your shirtdress, tugging at it.

"I'm telling you to do it," Yoongi purred, smokey and dark, staring into your eyes.

Jungkook was pulling your shirt now, pulling you to him, getting you to straddle his lap, you glaring at Yoongi's smirking face the entire time, annoyed that he put you in this position, and yet you knew something of this nature was coming the second he pulled you aside earlier today and asked you to dress the way you normally did because he was going to take you out to eat with Jungkook and Hoseok. Jung Hoseok already knew about your eccentric fashion sense and, while it did spook him a little the first time, he often sent you links of clothes that reminded him of you. You didn't think much of Jungkook being there. He was the youngest and Yoongi often treated him to a nice meal, although usually without you.

"Unbutton the top more."

Yoongi had adjusted the exposed shoulder himself and handed you the leather choker.

"Wear this one."

You had given him a skeptical look. "You suiting me up for some kind of mission?"

Yoongi had smiled mysteriously.

"We're going to make Jungkookie's life a living hell and he's going to like it."

Apparently, Yoongi's mission was to tempt and torture Jungkook until he was mildly insane and then subsequently draw out the younger man’s ravenous desperation so that Jungkook was now clawing at your thighs and whimpering under you, trying to get you to fuck him, shuddering every time he attempted to raise his hands and Yoongi punished him by yanking at his hair in warning.

"She hasn't said yes yet. No higher until she says yes," Yoongi snapped, not taking his eyes off you and your body.

"B-But..."

You slapped a hand down on Jungkook's mouth and squeezed harshly, digging your nails into his cheekbones.

"Shh. I'm thinking."

You closed your eyes.

Breathed out.

-

"You know the only hope for me is you, right?"

"That's a little dramatic, Yoongi."

Those dark brown, cat-like eyes glittered, full of mischief.

"You always play along with my ideas."

"They're all very good. You are a genius."

You loved the way Yoongi smiled at you, endearing and sweet with a hint of cunning cleverness. He liked to invent new ways to keep your life interesting. Being with Min Yoongi was never boring.

"I doubt you'll be able to shock me though. I've seen it all." You, too, enjoyed challenging him and being challenged. That was part of the fun.

That's why you carried on with his black parade.

Yoongi chuckled. "Mmm, famous last words."

-

“Don’t let him move.”

His veins were on fire, chest shuddering as his head was pulled back, back, his spine arching to an almost uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care, only feeling pleasure as she leaned down, hovering over his body, her hand on his mouth, gasps trapped on his tongue while her own extended from those dark lips, down, down, her other hand grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and yanking down the neckline.

The tip of her tongue touched the space right between his collarbones.

She removed her hand.

Jeon Jungkook moaned, hot and wanton, sinfully right in front of Min Yoongi’s face as Yoongi’s girlfriend licked up his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple and scraping her teeth against it, before sliding up to his chin, stopping right before his lips.

Exactly where the mole under his lower lip was, tip of the wet muscle unmoving.

Those sharp eyes shrouded in black eyeshadow and dark eyeliner looked down on him.

“Please, n-noona…”

He didn’t care if he was being pathetic, tearing at her stockings with his fingernails, unashamedly imploring for more.

She didn’t speak. Yoongi spoke for her.

“Please what?” his hyung murmured, massaging his scalp slowly.

His cock was so hard that it physically hurt being trapped in his jeans like this. Any sanity he had left was being obliterated into pure, unadulterated lust. Jungkook didn’t care anymore about right or wrong. Whatever they let him have, he would take. He would beg and plead and cry if he had to. Whatever it took.

He whimpered, his thighs tensing with need.

“P-Please fuck me…”

I want it.

I need it.

I crave it.

She raised her tongue and flickered it over his lips. He moaned, shaking, his hands dropping from her thighs, reaching between his own legs and rubbing his painful erection through the zipper of his jeans, nearly sobbing as Yoongi’s fingers tightened, nails raking at his scalp.

“I can’t t-take it anymore… please… whatever you want to do, just do it, please, please touch me, I can’t s-stand it, I’m so h-hard…”

She pressed her knee down onto the back of his hands and Jungkook whimpered, so aroused that even that felt good, simply knowing she was applying the pressure, his balls suffocating a little against the center seam because of how thick and stiff he had become.

“Are you a little bit of a masochist, Jungkook?” she whispered, licking his lower lip gently.

Instead of answering right away, he pulled his hands out from under her knee and pressed it down onto his aching cock, his eyes rolling back and moaning deeply, forcefully raising his hips up, slightly pulling on his own hair in the process.

“Hyung, noona, please…”

The friction was almost painful, but the leaking pre-cum had soaked into his underwear, the slickness rubbing against the head, the added pressure of her knee slightly crushing his erection being his own self-inflicted pain that only added to the pleasure.

Jungkook gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, shuddering.

“Destroy me more.”

-

Min Yoongi liked to watch his woman work.

She was the best, she knew she was the best, and she only got better the longer she was with him. Of course, he loved her working him most. But Yoongi also enjoyed keeping things interesting. Being an assistant to the master was just as fun. And besides, they had a much more equal power dynamic and that’s what they liked.

But Jeon Jungkook.

He pulled Jungkook’s hoodie off, taking the shirt underneath with it, bare chest exposed to sharp black nails that immediately sent Jungkook into a spiraling mess of moans, falling back as those dark lips attacked the tanned skin, leaving marks all over that muscular body. Yoongi placed a hand under that sharp chin and pressed the younger male’s head to his chest.

He liked this too, this power.

Yoongi pressed his fingertips into Jungkook’s chin and raked his nails over that quivering throat.

He didn’t expect anyone to understand how or why he operated the way he did. He only needed one person to understand and she was currently yanking off Jungkook’s jeans and black boxer briefs with vicious vigor, throwing them aside before climbing off his lap.

Yoongi placed his hand over Jungkook’s eyes and wordlessly took his sight.

He liked the sounds Jungkook made. Needy, desperate, and strikingly beautiful. He had a wonderful quality to his voice, pouring all of his emotion into it. Nice cock too. Very hard, very red, a good length and girth. Yoongi chuckled, amused at the younger man’s eagerness. He lowered his head, whispering into that ear with three quivering silver hoops.

“So cringey, isn’t it?” he taunted.

Jungkook whined in his hands, trembling tone saturated with apology. “I’m sorry, hyung, I’m so sorry, I take it back, I didn’t mean it, p-please believe me...”

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his woman remove her panties and step out of them. Stockings and garter belt stayed on though. She had style. He smirked, humming softly to mask her movement.

“You don’t have to say sorry to me.”

He removed his hand and she dropped her bare pussy onto Jungkook’s naked thigh.

-

Wet, hot, and sweet.

“Oooh, fuck…”

He lifted his head, eyes hazy and unfocused, greeted by the sight of Yoongi’s girlfriend straddling his thigh and rubbing her pussy all over him, the scent of her perfume mixing with the scent of her sex, thick and delicious and intoxicating, her soaked opening flexing against his hard muscle, driving him insane, disappointed that she was still mostly dressed.

“Noona…”

Jungkook reached for the belt at her waist, expecting Yoongi to stop him, but he didn’t, letting Jungkook unbuckle it, his hands shaking badly from the pleasure of her pussy touching his naked skin. The gentle slap of her thigh against his balls and cock not enough. He wanted to be touched, but those scrutinizing eyes indicated that she would touch him when she wanted and no sooner. It was making him lose his mind, but he loved it, moaning her name deep from his chest as he struggled to undo the small buttons, flinching and shuddering with her movements.

“I’m sorry, noona…” he gasped, staring into those sultry dark eyes.

She reached up and touched his lips, tracing the shape with her nail, sending shivers all over his body.

“You gonna watch your mouth from now on, Jungkook?” she murmured, trapping him with her gaze, turning the shivers into brimming electricity.

“Y-Yes, noona…”

He undid the last button and she swiftly removed her hand from his mouth and smacked his away, shrugging out of the shirtdress and tossing it to the floor before reaching down to her ass. She opened her mouth and her tongue snaked out, shiny with saliva, using her hands to spread her ass and pussy, squelching down on his hard, tense muscle.

“A-Ah, so good…”

And now he could feel more, the inner lips of her pussy now rubbing on his skin with her clit, slick and slippery, muscles of her opening constricting and relaxing on his thigh, an indescribable feeling, sensual and dirty and raw, the control so precise that her smug expression and upper body remained relaxed, hips still moving at the same rough pace.

Yoongi’s fingers tangled in his hair again, husky voice at his ear.

“Put the fingers of your right hand in her mouth.”

Jungkook obeyed as if spellbound, raising his hand and dipping his fingers into that waiting mouth, her warm tongue wrapping around them and coating them with her saliva, pink muscle gliding between his joints and dancing around his tattoos, spit dribbling down his palm and dropping in fat plops onto his crotch, his body flinching at the contact, unashamedly whimpering his want, Yoongi’s dark chuckle filling his ear.

It must have looked so dirty.

So wrong.

“Take them out.”

Jungkook removed his fingers with a sniffle, the coil in his core so tight he thought he was going to explode.

“Touch yourself.”

His cheeks burned at the thought of his own hand wrapping around his cock in front of two people, adrenaline and thrill burning his veins.

“B… But, hyung…”

“You touched yourself in the bathroom at the restaurant earlier, didn’t you?” that deep purr accused, pulling at his hair, prickling pain shocking his scalp.

“I…” His hand lowered. “I h-had to… noona is just so…” Staring into those heavily shadowed eyes, tongue licking those dark-stained lips, his saliva-coated fingers wrapping around his aching, taut cock, so close to sobbing at the relief of being touched that his voice cracked a little. “So sexy… and she smells s-so goooooood…”

Eyelids fluttering, Yoongi rapping his shoulder, telling him to look at her, telling him to appreciate that hair cascading over her left eye, those breasts cupped perfectly in that black lace bra, that garter and stockings barely encasing those juicy legs and her pussy sliding up and down his thigh, her hands spreading her ass wide so he could feel it as he punishingly and roughly pumped his cock, trembling all over, struggling to get his words out, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he explained but, for some reason, he wanted to explain and became even more aroused by it, relishing in knowing that she was listening intently to his confession.

“You always smell so, so good, noona… I t-touched myself w-while smelling your perfume on my clothes… T-Thinking about you and my hands all over your perfect body and your hands t-touching me…”

Fucking his hand harder, tighter, faster, slipping down, down, knowing what he was going to say next, driving himself to that point, the coil inside causing every muscle to tense, staring right into her eyes, knowing his pupils were blown-out and unfocused.

“T-Touching me like I am right now, abusing my c-cock and… s-stopping right before I c-cum…”

So close, so close, so close, please, please, please…

Her hand shot out and gripped his wrist painfully, forcing him to let go of his cock.

Jungkook cried out in vain, jerking his head forward and bringing tears to his eyes from the pain of Yoongi’s unmoving grip, tugging at his own hair, the sudden denial causing his cock to twitch and slap against her thigh, smearing pre-cum and saliva onto her soft skin, knowing that he wanted it, sinfully satisfied in how perfectly frustrated she made him, reading his signals and torturing him just right.

A merciful, skilled devil in disguise.

The hand left his hair.

Her hips slowed, sitting onto his thigh, an almost unbearable weight that he welcomed.

“Jungkook.”

His head lolled, scalp stinging, staring into her eyes and loving the way she said his name, like her tongue was wrapping around it and caressing it, each syllable drenched with curated possessiveness that was meant just for him.

Yoongi’s fingers snaked around his neck, four fingers fitting under his left ear, thumb pressing onto the pulse just under his right ear.

“You want to finish inside me?” she exhaled, hot and heavy and addictive.

The grip on his neck tightened, pressing on the blood vessels leading to his head.

One of her hands was still on his wrist. The other reached in between his thighs, past his stiff, purple-red cock. Fingers wrapped elegantly around his balls, joints locking, keeping him in a vise-like grip of pure power without adding any unnecessary pressure.

“Y… Yes, please…” he gasped weakly.

The grip of his wrist vanished. He was getting lightheaded, fighting to keep his eyes on her, and her free hand was now finally encircling his cock, finger by finger, making him wait, squeezing his balls a little harder, fuck, her touch, a distinctly different hand and different power, gently stroking his throbbing length as Yoongi choked him and she pulsed her grip around his balls, his breath leaving in shallow gasps and not only from the thinning circulation, but the flashes of pain and the constant pleasure of her hands and her wet pussy flush against his thigh.

“What if I make you cum like this?” she murmured, leaning in, Yoongi pressing in between his shoulder blades and pushing him to her beautiful face, dark and sultry and captivating, her lips now close to his.

“O… Okay…”

It took all of his willpower to hold himself up with his hands.

“You can do whatever you want to me, noona,” Jungkook whispered thinly. “I mean it.”

Yoongi pet his sweaty hair, pushing it away from his forehead, squeezing his neck tighter.

Jungkook choked out her name, desire so potent that he saw something in her eyes flicker. She liked it. She liked him and what she was doing to him and his reaction to it. It gave Jungkook a special kind of high, the kind of arousal that transcended past the sex.

Jungkook couldn’t get out anymore.

He knew he would crave this feeling, the feeling of power in powerlessness.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Jungkook’s first kiss with Yoongi’s girlfriend was her forcefully jacking him off as she squeezed his balls and Yoongi choked him, his tongue sloppy and lips quivering, her sucking on it and making him moan with his tongue trapped in her dark lips, his hips twitching and shooting thick strings of cum all over her thigh, his thigh, and the sheets, suddenly slingshot into oxygen when Yoongi let go, adding to the high, his eyes rolling back, shivers racking his body, pleasure so intense that he felt nothing else, absolutely nothing but her touch, her hand leaving his balls and wrapping around his waist, pulling him to her body, her kiss stealing his breath, her cum-covered hand sliding up and down his abused cock.

Jungkook inhaled.

Her perfume invaded his nose, marshmallow sweetness, warmth of green tea, spark of ginger, and he was drunk, drunk on submission, sex, and their power over him.

-

Yoongi loved everything she did.

The way she looked at him.

The way her body moved.

The way she leaned over and kissed him as he pinned Jungkook’s wrists over his head while she was riding the younger man’s cock with a bruising, intense pace, her tongue curling around his, moaning softly into his mouth, lover to lover. With every moment, Yoongi fell more and more in love, addicted to orchestrating the perfect scenarios for his woman to completely ruin someone else.

She broke the kiss.

What a brilliant, satisfied, killer smile.

“O-oh, fuck, so good, fuck, your pussy is s-so good…”

Yoongi sat back and watched her hands slide over Jungkook’s chest, gripping his shoulders and fucking him hard, watching her pretty pussy clench around that cock that was begging for that tightness and that torture, the younger man rolling his hips up with every descent, destroying himself further.

The squelch and slap of skin to skin was audible, loud, and so, so sexy.

Her fingertip flicked the bottom of Jungkook’s chin, smirk on those plush lips now smeared with dark lipstick. There was something erotic about the mess though, her wild hair bouncing with every thrust, faint dark smudges now on his lips and Jungkook’s panting mouth.

“Aren’t you the perfect little fucktoy?” she teased.

There was a tension in her jaw, indicating that she was clenching around the younger man’s cock.

“A-Ah, just f-for you, noona…”

She frowned playfully, cocking a disbelieving eyebrow. “Hmm, I don’t know, sweet boys always have sweet tongues and you’ve already proven yours sometimes says misleading things…”

Jungkook whimpered. “P-Please, I s-said I was sorry… I m-mean it…”

Yoongi liked this begging, this desperate tremble vibrating from that silvery voice.

“I would n-never do something l-like this…”

Jungkook had such a handsome face, even with his cheeks flushed red and his composure falling apart.

“Unless it was y-you… and Yoongi-hyung, oooh, God…”

He raised his eyebrows, making eye contact with her.

She smirked back, dangerous and perfect.

-

“I-I can’t...”

“Yes, you can, Jungkook,” you murmured, arms around his neck, his arms shaking as he held himself up, moaning as you stroked his back, Yoongi behind you, still fully dressed, kneading your breasts, your nipples poking out between his long fingers and giving Jungkook the visual of your cleavage and the hard nubs poking straight out at him.

He groaned, hazy brown orbs returning to your face.

“Please, wanna make you cum with my cock so b-bad…”

You began to rock your hips again, the brief intermission stalling his orgasm over, and now he was moaning again, squirming at the oversensitivity and strained by the denial, your pulsing pussy keeping him hard until you built the pace up again, pushing him to the edge once more.

“Look at you,” you murmured, caressing his neck and back, fingers splayed over his hot skin. “You dream about this, Jungkook? Dream about hyung letting you be noona’s fuck slave?”

His teeth sunk into his lower lip, whining in his chest.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Shh…”

Your fingers slid up into his hair, cradling his head, smacking your ass down onto his thighs, tightening around his cock. Jungkook moaned into your face helplessly, shuddering at your sensual gesture contrasted by your fierce thrusts.

“I wanted you too,” you whispered hotly, breathing in his clean scent. “You always looked so innocent. Made me want to mess you up every time I saw that handsome, nervous face of yours.”

Your grip tensed around his head, lower half really giving it to him now, bouncing on his cock, letting his thickness and his hardness fill you up over and over again, Yoongi pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers, following your rhythm.

“It’s not going to be enough for him, you know,” Yoongi chuckled darkly behind you. “He’s going to come crawling back, begging for more.”

Jungkook bit his lip again, looking from you to Yoongi, already guilty.

You leaned forehead, placing a light kiss on that mole below his lower lip.

“I love it when you beg for me, Jungkook,” you purred.

You could feel it, arousal flaring at your own words, already close and getting closer, pussy pulsating around that satisfying girth.

“Are you going to be patient?” you teased, tugging at his hair, savoring the strained moans from Jungkook’s throat. “Are you going to wait on your knees and watch Yoongi fuck me until he’s satisfied and then come to take his place and show me that you can be good for me too?”

You felt Jungkook’s cock twitch inside you, already enthralled with the idea.

“Y-Yes, noona, p-please…”

Fuck.

You dug your nails into his scalp and moaned deeply, staring into those glazed-over brown orbs, drugged on his lust for you.

“You’re so obedient, fuck, makes me want to cum on this pretty cock of yours and reward you.”

Yoongi pinched your nipples and tugged on them.

The spark collided through you, gasping as your orgasm seized your senses and took over, your eyes rolling back as the powerful jolts made your walls spasm, tension so high that it felt as if your nerves were vibrating, Jungkook’s name tumbling from your lips with a hiss that turned into a groan in unison with his, his overstimulated cock jerking and twitching from the brutal massage of your orgasm, the condom swelling inside you from spurts of his own.

The scent of sex was so strong that even Yoongi moaned, squeezing your breasts roughly.

“F-Fuck…”

You inhaled sharply, feeling Yoongi’s arms wrap around you, nuzzling your neck.

“Don’t I have such good ideas?”

You grinned, seeing Jungkook’s euphoric expression before he pitched forward and leaned his forehead against your other shoulder, panting for breath. His exhale was warm, drifting over your racing heart and heating your heated skin.

“Yes, Yoongi,” you chuckled, stroking his soft blue hair and Jungkook’s sweaty black hair. “You’re a genius.”

-

"Jungkook-ah!"

"Sorry, Jimin-ssi, I can't–" He clenched his jaw, stifling the noise threatening to escape from his throat. "I can't hang out today. I have a deadline for work."

"Aw, that's okay Jungkookie. Do you want hyung to bring you some dinner? I can stop by!"

"I already ate, ah, just now. Thanks anyway."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone. Don't forget your hyungs! You work too much."

Jeon Jungkook made an affirmative grumble. "Talk to you later."

An elegant finger reached over and hung up the call. The same hand lifted his phone from his ear and placed it back on the nightstand. Jungkook wasn't able to hold the phone himself.

He was handcuffed to the headboard.

"A-Ah, noona, fuck!"

Now that he was off the phone, she turned the toy back on, making him yelp and squirm. He whimpered, thighs shaking as his prostrate was assaulted with harsh vibrations, the connected silicone ring choking his cock and balls, flush against the base of both.

He moaned her name helplessly, looking down to see her laying between his legs, jerking forward with every smack of Min Yoongi's hips. His hard, dark red cock was sticking straight up right in front of her face. She heated it with her calm exhale, smiling at his shuddering whine.

"P-Please, touch me, o-o-oh, fuuuuuuuck..."

Yoongi smacked her ass with his open palm, making Jungkook moan at the sight of her ass bouncing from his hyung's dick.

"F-Fuck, please, noona, hyung, please, I wanna c-cum so b-bad..."

She increased the vibration setting and patted his thigh, returning to casually fucking Yoongi as he lost his mind from the jarring, rough pleasure, flexing his core and ass to make his cock jerk and swing in the air, unable to touch himself because of the handcuffs.

He loved it.

Jungkook loved every second of the torture crafted just for him.

-

"What a good boy for his noona."

Jungkook could only moan and whimper in response.

"Mm? Are you a good boy for her? Lying to Jimin so you can spend more time with my lovely woman?"

The younger man whimpered, biting his lip.

“H-Hyung…”

Yoongi smirked as Jungkook’s eyes rolled back, mouth open, gasping wail falling from his mouth as her tongue circled the head of his cock, lapping gently at the sensitive skin. The handcuffs rattled, Jungkook’s hands gripping the chain, tattoos standing out on his arm from his tense muscles. Yoongi watched her hands side up those toned thighs, up shaking hips, up to that slim waist, then drag back down, nails pricking at that skin, creating indents and red lines, visible, wet, glistening tongue toying with the throbbing cock in front of her.

He felt his own twitch inside her. Her muscles clenched around him tightly in response.

She lifted her head, gripping Jungkook’s hips and forcing him down on the bed, him whining and pleading for her to do more, but all three of them knew the way this was going to go and the one in the handcuffs wasn’t calling the shots.

“You keep coming back, Jungkook, and it’s gonna ruin sex for you.”

Her hand slid up his abused cock and balls, playing with them and rubbing the overstimulated skin as Yoongi increased his pace in power and speed, fingers spread out on her hips and sinking in, mirrored by the way she removed her hand from Jungkook’s length and grabbed his hips again, cocking her head, looking down at Jungkook.

“You keep flying high and you’re not going to want to come down.”

Jungkook’s black hair was all over his forehead, messy and sweaty, shudders leaving his swollen lips. The light caught the glint of the silver metal piercing on his trembling eyebrow.

She leaned down, hands crawling up his body, digging her nails in, scratching him up, and Yoongi hissed at the shifted angle, deeper now and more intense, her hair cascading down her shoulders, the sweet scent wafting up, sweet, warm, spicy, his favorite scents in the world melding together.

Sex.

Perfume.

And his woman, a curator of the little, beautiful death.

She chuckled, taunting and playful, placing her forearms on Jungkook’s chest, pushing back against Yoongi and using the other male’s body as leverage, poised in front of Jungkook’s fallen composure, one hand lifting and tracing his lips, enticing that pink tongue to sneak out, begging for a taste.

She shoved her fingers into his mouth, humming approvingly as Jungkook began to suck on them noisily, moaning around her fingers as the rhythm escalated, louder and louder, squeezing his length tighter so Yoongi had to thrust harder, growling in his chest, firmly gripping her ass, faster, rougher, her fingers sliding in further, the wet sounds of tongue and lips adding to the symphony.

Her words the crescendo.

“The jetset life is gonna kill you, Jungkook.”

The fire flared to an unbearable tension and Yoongi hissed her name, clenching his jaw and scratching her back hard, causing her to let out a long, drawn-out moan, clenching around his entire length and he came, cock jerking against her punishing walls, shooting his orgasm into the condom, his fingers sliding down her back, groaning satisfyingly when she matched him, her cum gushing out and sticking to his crotch and thighs, sweet purr of his name drifting out of her lips, her fingers slipping from Jungkook’s mouth, shiny with saliva and wiping it all over his chin.

“O-o-oh, fuuuuuuuck, please…”

And she didn’t forget, not even in her ecstasy, her hand wrapping around Jungkook’s neck, choking him strongly, driving him to the edge.

-

It took seconds.

Your lips curved into a smirk, Jungkook’s shaking, half-lidded brown orbs saturated with lust, vibrations and visuals and now the loss of blood leaving him breathless, lightheaded, and at your mercy.

Open mouth, gasping out your name.

Then he threw his head back, airlessly screaming, handcuffs rattling, muscles standing out all over his body from the searing tension, tattoos glistening with sweat, eyes rolling back, hips jolting up and shooting cum all over your stomach and his, orgasm so intense that he arched his back and jammed his cock between your bodies, your hand releasing him, Jungkook sobbing at the relief of his aching length still flinching and twitching, the hot head of his cock throbbing against your skin, still dribbling out hot cum in between your bodies, thick and slick.

You slithered on top of him, smearing it everywhere.

“Oh, God, n… noona…”

-

“Asleep already?”

You petted Jungkook’s head, smoothing his hair. “He had an eventful night.”

Yoongi chuckled. “He asked for it.”

Jungkook scooted closer to your heat, burying his nose in your chest, inhaling deeply.

Yoongi kissed the top of your head affectionately and you reached for his hand, running your fingertips over his knuckles. He placed it on your bare hip, tracing his marks on you.

“So, next time…”

“You’re already planning next time, huh?” You turned your head to look at those mischievous, cat-like eyes shrouded by strands of wispy light blue.

Yoongi ticked a brow. “Do you think he’s going to stop? I made him wait a whole month from the first time to this time and he gave me puppy eyes every chance he got.”

You shook your head with a smile, turning back to run your fingers through Jungkook’s black hair. “I wonder how you survived.”

“I looked away.”

You snickered and lifted Yoongi’s hand, pressing his fingertips to your lips.

“I would make him look away from me,” you murmured, low and dangerous.

“Hmm, then I’ll let you decide when next time will be.”

“Not counting tomorrow morning, right?”

“Of course.”

You felt Jungkook’s lips press onto your skin, a soft kiss inviting you and Yoongi to destroy him more.

--

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[drarryangels]

Prompts are open! Professors!Drarry, husbands, one tells students all about his husband. No one knows who that is. Until one day sth clues them in. And everyone's like - WHAAAA?! Bets are lost. McG is amused.

Hello there! This is the oldest prompt in my ask box, haha! So sorry it took like two years to get around to this.... *blushes*

Anyways, I hope you like!

-

“That will be all for today,” Harry says. “You can have the rest of the period to work.”

He leans back against his desk and watches the scramble of students trying to pair off with their friends. He smiles and shakes his head. Every day is the same. Gloriously, marvelously, wonderfully the same.

“Professor Potter?”

Harry looks over to one of his students, a slight teenage girl with her hair tied up into three ponytails. “Yes, Miss Wimblefon?”

She twirls a curl of hair around her finger and smiles up at him. “I had a question for you. About the assignment.”

Harry sighs and waves his hand. “Ask away.”

“You said that the enchantment only works if the user is truly in love,” she begins.

Harry nods and folds his arms. “Precisely. Which is why you are only working on the theoretical application of this spell, and not trying to use it on your classmates.”

Jane giggles. “I’m in love. Can I give it a try?”

Harry stands up and brushes off the front of his robes. “You most certainly may not, Miss Wimblefon. As much as I am pleased by your interest in the subject, it’s not appropriate nor safe to produce the enchantment even when one is truly in love, and I have the strong suspicion that you are not.”

Jane’s cheeks go red. “Well, what does the spell do anyways?” she says, crossing her arms and huffing.

“An excellent question,” Harry says. “An easily answered one if you do your reading.” He holds his hand out to the classroom, and she gives him one last glare before turning on her heel and taking a seat with Mildred Daney.

*

“Merlin,” Harry says, dropping down onto the bed and spreading his arms out wide.

“What is it?” Draco asks, emerging from the bathroom and leaning against the door frame with his toothbrush stuck out of his mouth. “Jane flirting with you again?”

Harry groans and rolls over on the bed. “How did you know?”

Draco disappears to spit out his toothpaste, and then returns, smelling of mint and citrus shampoo. He climbs up the bed and drops down beside Harry, curling an arm around his waist and pressing his nose in the back of his neck.

“Because she’s the exact same with me,” Draco sighs. “Always playing with that bloody hair of hers.”

“She’s a sixth year already,” Harry says to the wall. “Isn’t this a bit odd?”

Draco nuzzles in closer behind Harry. “Someone should tell her that if she keeps tugging at that hair, it will all fall out by the time she’s twenty.”

Harry laughs. “Don’t you dare, Draco. Her mother will tear down the school.”

Draco bumps his head between Harry’s shoulder blades. “Well, then it will be McGonagall’s problem.”

Harry twists and rolls over to face Draco, his face smiling and bright. “You know,” Harry says, touching their noses together. “I think you may be right.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes,” Harry says and pushes himself on top of Draco, knees on either sides of his hips and arms around his shoulders. “Get Jane out of our hair.” He sets his head down on Draco’s chest. “And while we’re waiting for her mother to Floo in, we can plan our joint funeral, hm?”

“Bit early, isn’t it?” Draco says. He lifts his hands and rubs them up and down Harry’s back.

“Oh, no. Not at all,” Harry says. He lifts his head up and grins at Draco. “In fact, it may be a bit late if McGonagall has anything to do with it.”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harry says, and drops his head back down on Draco’s chest.

Draco is so warm, so soft. Nice. A weight tethering him to the ground, to sanity.

“Good night,” Harry sighs.

Draco smacks his bum. “Get up and brush your teeth, you buffoon.”

Harry groans as Draco pushes him away, all the way off of the bed.

“Why?” Harry wails as he hits the ground with a great oof.

“Because I love you,” Draco says happily before sending a stinging jinx in the direction of Harry’s backside. “Very, very much.”

*

“Hello, Professor Potter,” Jane says. She’s twirling her hair again.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Harry says over his breakfast potatoes. “May I help you with something?”

“Yes,” she says, looking rather pleased with herself with her chin all drawn up. “The book says that the enchantment provides a binding connection to the user’s true love. One that doesn’t break until death.”

Harry squirts some ketchup onto his plate. “Almost correct.”

“What?”

Harry picks up a piece of bacon. “Almost correct. The enchantment doesn’t die after death. That’s why it’s so complicated. It must be a mutual bonding, and both parties must be truly in love with the other. And the bond doesn’t break after death, which opens up a certain realm of questioning about putting intention behind spells.”

Jane shakes her head hard. “What does it benefit though? Why engage in such complicated and dangerous magic? What does it do?”

Harry smiles and sets his bacon down. “Miss Wimblefon, would you mind continuing this conversation during our class time? I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast.”

Draco snorts beside him.

Jane glances over at Draco briefly and narrows her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak again, but Draco looks up from his hash and stares at her with wide grey eyes. Too wide to really be attractive, people have said before. Harry likes them.

“Right then,” she says, and runs off.

“Bless you,” Harry says, linking his pinkie into Draco’s.

Draco raises his eyebrows. “Harry.”

“Yes, my love?” Harry smiles at him. Innocently, very innocently.

“Why are you teaching verus amor est alliges duplicia?” Draco glares at him, and squeezes hard with his pinkie finger. “That’s extremely complicated magic.”

Harry shrugs. “No reason at all.”

Draco sighs and winds the rest of his fingers through Harry’s. “Oh, Harry.”

Harry grins. “Oh, Draco.”

*

“It’s class time now,” Jane says.

Harry glances up at his charmed clock over the archway in his office. “Not quite, Miss Wimblefon.”

“Well,” she says, already sitting down in the chair opposite him. “I didn’t want to interrupt your lecture, so I thought I’d pop in early.”

“Right,” Harry says. It’s probably best to get this over with. Maybe if Harry answers all her questions, she’ll leave him alone. “Go on then.”

“I’m curious to know what is the purpose of the spell.” She folds her hands on Harry’s desk and leans forward.

Harry pushes his chair back slightly. “It’s an irreversible connection with the person who loves you most in the world. It links you together. So, theoretically, if one half of the pairing was hurt, the other would know it. If something good has happened to one, the other feels their happiness.”

“So they share feelings?” Jane asks.

“No,” Harry says. “It’s not sharing. It’s just a sense. An added knowledge.”

“And what else?” she demands.

“It can act as a protective charm, if in dire circumstances,” Harry says. “A bubble of defense, if the two are physically close.”

Jane sighs and kicks her loafers on the floor. “It sounds fine, but not worth the magic.”

Harry smiles. He’d felt the same way when he’d first learned of it. “Well it’s more than that. The best part about it is the connection. It is difficult to explain, even for those who have experienced it. It is a joining of skin, two souls being one, a linking of magic. It is being melded with another person, body, soul, and mind. It is having them with you, always.”

Jane’s mouth opens a bit. “Er. Professor Potter?”

“Yes?” Harry asks pleasantly.

“Are you bonded to someone?” Jane asks, looking scared and excited all at once.

“To my husband, yes,” Harry says, and smiles at her.

Jane falls out of her chair.

*

It takes another four days after Jane faints in Harry’s office before she comes to confront him again.

“You’re completely oblivious to it,” Draco is saying to Harry. “He has an excellent aptitude for Potions. He’s very talented, really.”

They’re in greenhouse four, so Draco can collect clippings for a potion in his classes the next day. Harry hovers by Draco’s side, not doing anything particularly useful.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Please, you should see him in Defense. I might as well transfigure him into a hippo, and see if it changes the results.”

Draco touches a hand to his chest. “My, my, Harry. I think you’re spending too much time with me.”

Harry pushes at him. “I know I am. Thank Merlin for it.”

“Professor Potter?”

Harry trips and nearly stumbles over into a collection of finger eating bushes before Draco grabs his sleeve and hauls him up.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Draco says coolly. “May I ask you what you’re doing out of bed at this hour?”

Her eyes pass over Draco. “Professor Potter, I have more questions for you.”

Harry is still choking on his breath. “Er. Yes. Miss Wimblefon, can we resume this conversation at a later time?”

“No,” she says, and comes to stand next to him. “Carry on with your walk. I’ll simply join in.”

They have no choice but to walk.

“I didn’t know you were married,” Jane begins immediately as they’re leaving the greenhouse. “Especially not to a man.”

Draco throws an elbow in Harry’s direction and raises both his eyebrows in question. What is she talking about? he mouths. Harry shakes his head. He has no idea.

“So you’ve performed verus amor est alliges duplicia.”

Draco straightens up beside Harry. He chooses not to look over at him for fear of being burned to the ground with the look on Draco’s face.

“Quite,” Harry says.

“With whom?”

Harry stops. “What do you mean with whom?”

He looks over at Draco, who looks just as bewildered as Harry does, his irritation at Harry’s curriculum forgotten.

Jane stops too and looks back at them. “Who are you married to?”

Harry could fall over laughing.

Draco speaks before he can. “Miss Wimblefon. What is my name?”

Jane finally looks at him. “Professor Potter?”

“Yes.” Draco says very slowly. “My name is Draco Potter.”

Jane shakes her head, still looking confused. “So?”

Draco huffs and flicks his hair off his cheekbones. “So I share a last name with Harry Potter. Who do you think I am?”

“Potter is a common name, it’s not weird that you both have....” Her eyes go wide. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Draco snaps. “Merlin and Arthur, these children get dimmer every year. Potter’s a common name. Honestly!”

Jane turns and takes off running up to the castle.

Harry lets out a breath and holds out his hand for Draco to take. “I think you’re right, love. They really are getting dimmer.”

Draco takes his hand, gentle. “Why did we choose this career path anyways?”

Harry shrugs and they begin the walk up to the castle together. “Good pay?”

Draco blows out a hard laugh. “Good pay, indeed.”

*

Jane Wimblefon tells the entire school that Professor Harry Potter and Professor Draco Potter are married at breakfast the next day.

Harry drops his head into his hands and Draco rolls his eyes. Headmistress McGonagall stands up briskly and walks right out of the Great Hall. Hagrid bursts out laughing before knocking over the entire front table, and Professor Flitwick along with it.

The students go into a frenzy, jumping up and running from table to table, expressions of shock painted over their faces.

“Forget dim,” Draco says, looking out over the chaos. “This generation is entirely brain dead.”

Harry laughs so hard he gets marmalade in his hair.