𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖊 .

anonymous sent !     ☜ ( this is for seung )

does your muse like to top?

anonymous sent !      ✌ lemme hear from xuan pls ;)

is your muse good with their hands?

anonymous sent !           ☺ - for kyung !!!

how often does your muse masturbate?

☾ ◆ ☽  ━     his lips stretch into a toothy   G R I N   at james’s proclamation ━ although there is some truth to it. they did, in fact, spend much of their weekends in honeydukes. but in their defense, the quaint village of hogsmeade didn’t offer them many choices. “i dunno, prongs,” peter hums, rubbing his bottom lip in thought. “i always thought zonko’s would be first on your world-domination list.” as first-rank pranksters, it’s kind of expected of them. what better way to immortalize their love of a good prank than to buy out all the first-rate joke shops? “but i guess honeydukes works too. i’m sure moony’ll appreciate it.”

HIS LIPS FORMED a surprised O as soon as peter put forth his own suggestion. ❝ i can’t believe i didn’t think of that, ❞ james muttered disbelievingly ━ not because he believed peter incapable of coming up with his own brilliant ideas, but because he failed to take into account their favorite pastime as students. ❝ both, ❞ he added conclusively, flashing a confident grin as he gave wormtail’s head a pat that indicated a sense of silly playfulness and camaraderie. ❝ i’m sure we could manage to buy out both, turn everyone’s favorite stores into veritable money pits. ❞ the potter family certainly had the funds for it.

    ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    DON’T  LISTEN  TO  SIR CRANKSTER,  PRETTY  GIRL, ❜   sirius  runs  an  appreciative  hand  along  the  smooth,  metal  contours  of  the  exhaust  pipe,  a  silly  grin  plastered  across  his  face  as  he  imagines  himself  sitting  astride  his  precious  motorcycle,  as  free  and  as  wild  as  the  starling  soaring  through  the  sky.    ❛   HE  DOESN’T  UNDERSTAND  TRUE  BEAUTY.  ❜  he  can’t  deny  the  genuine  enjoyment  he  so  often  derives  from  teasing  his  best  mate;  prong’s  reactions  are  always  on  point  and  quite  entertaining  to  watch.  even  better,  he  knows  just  what  buttons  to  push  for  the  most  amusing  reaction.   ❛   BUT  YOU  BRING  UP  AN  EXCELLENT  POINT.  GIVING  THIS  PRETTY  GIRL  WINGS  WOULD  CERTAINLY  ENHANCE  HER   APPEAL. ❜   and  that  right  there  is  why  he  adores  james  potter. he  is  always  so  full  of  creative  ideas  and  has  little  trouble  inciting  a  marauder’s  inventiveness  with  his  fortuitous  words.  

❝ SHOULD I BE WORRIED? ❞  he eyed padfoot warily, as if expecting him to slip into the infamous black madness and willfully initiate a conversation with his broom next. ❝ you do realize that your pretty girl’s comprised of nothing but metal, right? ❞ and the only reason he knew that was because sirius wouldn’t shut up about the sleek artistry and design of her parts. ❝ okay, okay, fine. i admit, it ━ she’s ━ pretty. but c’mon mate, you can’t be serious about making that thing fly. ❞ a sigh left james as he leaned nonchalantly against the side of the house with his arms folded and his legs crossed at the ankles. ❝ but i suppose i shouldn’t be that surprised, pads. after all, you like to live ... outrageously. ❞ he shook his head fondly. the marauder’s code decreed it so.

    remus slanted a frown at the closed door━a small, pensive frown that pulled at the corners of his lips like a doxy who simply couldn’t help itself to a bit of useless tugging. he’d never had the misfortune to meet one personally, but he’d heard that their bite could be quite … unpleasant.  〝 not right now, prongs. i━chocolate? 〞 he suddenly piped up as soon as he recognized that ( rich ) scent━one that had always proven to be just as addictive as it was distinctive, even now━currently seeping through the crack underneath the door & ( unapologetically ) invading his territory, turning instant denial into hesitation. silently but very much eager to follow that delicious aroma, he climbed off the bed & padded ( barefooted ) across the hardwood floor, gently pulling the door open ( just a crack━just enough to meet the other’s hazel gaze  ) as soon as he reached it. 〝 i’m sorry, james. it’s just been a really long day. 〞 month was more like it, & considering the full moon would be upon them in less than two weeks, the usual potency of its pull was starting to influence his emotional state.  〝 you didn’t have to buy me a whole cake, 〞 he said quietly, a tinge of gratefulness threading through his soft tone as he offered prongs a slight smile to show his gratitude for his ( rather ) thoughtful gesture.

❝ MM, YES. chocolate. ❞ he faked a moan, a rather remarkable imitation of moony when presented with the rich decadence of chocolate, if he did say so himself. precariously balancing the cake with one hand, he raised the other to knock on remus’s door. it never even crossed his mind to use a levitation spell; so deep was his concern for his fellow marauder. just as his knuckles were about to make contact with the door, however, it slowly creaked open a crack, and remus’s gaze ━ a bright chartreuse, with hints of amber peeking through in preparation for the coming full moon ━ lit upon him, bringing a relieved smile to james’s lips. ❝ oh, this? i didn’t buy this for you. i made it. you’re welcome. ❞ he injected more than a bit of playfulness into his tone, wanting to take moony’s mind off of the full moon and his unavoidable condition. ❝ the kitchen’s a bit of a mess, though, but well. what else is magic for if not to make our lives easier? so? ❞ james gave the gateau a pointed look. ❝ you going to take it or not? ❞

     ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    DON’T  BE  SO  OBTUSE,  PRONGS. ❜   sirius  is  sitting  cross-legged  on  the  gravel  driveway,  grease-stained  rag  in  one  hand  as  he  affectionately  drags  the  index  fingertip  of  his  other  hand  along  the  hard,  cold  underside  of  the  drive  chain,  quite  pleased  with  his  handy  work.    ❛   JUST  LOOK  AT  HER  ━  THAT  SLEEKNESS,  THAT  BEAUTIFUL  PAINT JOB,  THAT  MAGNIFICENT,  RUMBLING  PURR  SHE  RELEASES  WHEN  YOU  TOUCH  HER  JUST  RIGHT.  HOW  CAN  YOU  NOT  FIND  YOURSELF  BEWITCHED  BY  HER?   ❜   he  shakes  his  head  at  the  mere  thought  of  anyone  finding  his  most  recent  purchase  ━  a  2017  bmw  r  nine  t  pure  ━  lacking.  ❛   ADMIT  IT.  YOU’RE  JEALOUS.  ❜        who  wouldn’t  be?

❝ YOU SOUND LIKE a bloody advertisement, ❞    were the first words out of james’s mouth after hearing that surprisingly detailed and utterly amusing spiel ━ because honestly, if he’d just happened to tune into the conversation at this precise moment, he’d think padfoot was trying to sell the motorcycle. but he knew better than to even suggest it at this point.      ❝ now if it could fly, then maybe i’d be a little jealous. but at least then i’d sort of understand why you seem to prefer its company to my own. ❞    enchanting one of those things to fly would earn it a gold star in his books. otherwise, he saw no point. but of course, he wouldn’t let sirius in on that little secret. the man was liable to smother him in his sleep if he insulted his baby.     ❝ it’s kind of insulting, actually. ❞   not really, but he was certainly enjoying ribbing padfoot for his unnatural inclination toward metal beasts.

▎was this what it felt like to be trapped? to be so thoroughly ensnared in a web that had somehow — miraculously — skated under the radar, stealthily cornering him until he was positively helpless to escape the shamelessly hot, sensual gleam in those dark, dark eyes, their depths so terrifyingly sharp that it drew a startled mewl from him; fine-boned fingers curling against the material of seung’s shirt, jin-woon stared almost breathlessly at the dark smear of red on the revenant’s lips, having already begun to dance around the sharp edge of hysteria as if testing its validity. and finding it acceptable.

      “you want my blood,” he mumbled, resigned to having a bloodthirsty shadow dogging his steps for however long his interest lasted. and even if he’d rather not be responsible for rousing such a dangerous creature’s notice, he was even more hesitant to encourage the other male’s loss of attraction; it didn’t take a genius to figure out that once a predator grew bored of chasing its prey, it would end it — in such a spectacular way that one couldn’t possibly think it incompetent or clumsy as a hunter. he would know, considering that most tiguris were considered adept hunters. it was just something jin-woon had never been very good at, no matter how hard he’d striven to be a proper ailuran. so it didn’t really come as a surprise that another predator, this one stronger and far more skilled than he, had decided to turn an alleged hunter into prey. that and, well, the blood of an ailuran was said to be very addictive. it was the one lesson his clan had taught that had well and truly stuck with him, even after he’d failed to pass the tests every juvenile tiguri was expected to take on the cusp of adulthood. but maybe that had been for the best. because something told him he never would have succeeded as a guardian, not when he could barely take care of himself.

▎and, of course, seung had to go one step further to prove the impossibility of escape — and maybe the inevitability of surrender — by placing his hand there, the sudden, tactile pressure of such a bold, possessive maneuver bringing a flush to jin-woon’s cheeks, his skin feeling tighter than usual … and hot, arousal burning through his veins as his own hand dropped to seung’s wrist, giving it a too-soft tug. “w-wait. please. i-i don’t …” understand. he’d said it once before, trying to come to terms with the revenant’s obvious attraction to him. well, not him per se, but his blood. but this — this strange, new development — didn’t make sense. nothing about it makes sense.

LIKE ANY TRUE PREDATOR, the submissive nature of his prey aroused seung’s baser urges, encouraging his primal desire to assert his dominance over the fleet-footed ailuran who’d taken one look at his face and immediately beat a hasty retreat toward freedom. so naturally, the moment he recognized the physical signs of submission, thin shoulders drooping with defeat, a smug smile split seung’s face, and he turned his hand over, long, elegant fingers gently gripping the boy’s wrist as he watched him through hooded eyes. ❝ so innocent, ❞ he whispered, pressing jin-woon’s body harder against his arousal, a guttural groan leaving him. ❝ do you still not understand? ❞ he ground his groin against him, the hard ridge tenting his leather pants pushing roughly against jin-woon’s erection. ❝ i want your everything — your sweet, delectable blood, like nectar from the gods of old, your lean, nimble body, a gift from mago, and the ofttimes fiery personality you hide under layers of meekness and insecurities. i want to defile your innocence, scent-mark every inch of your skin until you no longer doubt my claim. ❞ heat flared in seung’s eyes, the black of his pupils overtaking what little color remained after his death all those years ago. ❝ and you — you want it too. ❞ a deep, husky chuckle rumbled out of his throat. ❝ i can smell the arousal on you, little one. your skin is practically flushed with it. ❞