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Are we ready yet for age gap Bartylily with milf Lily and dirtbag ~19 year old Barty or should i try again in a few months
platonic bartylus is them making out in the slytherin common room when everyone is asleep, regulus helping barty put his tie on just for barty to mess it up again for the aesthetic, studying in the library and barty trapping regulus’ foot between his, taking every single elective together, being unbearable in love with each other, sneaking sweets in their robes to eat when they can’t sleep at night and they crawl into bed together whispering so they don’t wake the others
Regulus: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.
Regulus: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.
Remus: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

i used to think of him a caring thing
bartylus, wolfstar, and/or lilylene variants ?
for bartylus — soukoku, morticia and gomez addams
lilylene — robin and nancy
wolfstar — clawden and draculaura
neil starting stupid rumors about himself to spread around psu so that people stop gossiping about his actual traumas. nicky is talking to him before practice one day and is like “oh btw this guy in my class said that you once fought a tiger” and neil is like lmao yeah i started that one, glad to know it’s catching on



Spoopy Season Safety
“You’re not looking for a mentor, I’m not looking for a friend” -> “I had a friend before and he was a lot like you” AHHHH
And she’s even letting Telemachus call her his friend!! 🥹
Day 1 of artist spotlights: Cover artist!
Please give it up for our amazingly talented cover artist, Anne( @rainbowd00dles )! She created a gorgeous spread of the Foxes preparing for their Pinup photoshoot.


Her art will also come as a print without the logo with every calendar order.


Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters


I can't explain how much I love baguette child. I would protect them with my life.
Penelope wakes up to the sound of screams.
With a gasp, she sits upright, straining her ears. The carnage is at the far end of the castle, the shouting and clanking of metal- but it is not her maids, or her soldiers who are dying.
It is the suitors.
Penelope swings her legs out of bed, silently making her way over to her mirror. She lights a candle and starts doing her hair and makeup, thanking the stars that she fell asleep in her best dress that night, and it was still fresh looking.
She looks at her own face in the mirror, older and lined. Feels her lips pull down as vanity passes over her, tugging at the unruly grey strands that poke out of her head, half-urgently trying to smooth out her face.
"Penelope," Athena says as she leans over her, eyes dancing with amusement. Athena, who has not appeared to her in four years. Her face is speckled with blood and her chest is heaving with fury- she must be down there too, in the bloodbath. "You know it doesn't matter."
"Can't I want to look my best?" She snaps, slamming her makeup box shut. Walks over to the chest that holds her jewellery and starts putting it on. "Sixteen years I have not seen my husband, I think I'm quite past anyone telling me what to do with regards to finally seeing him again."
A cautionary voice in her head screams at her to stop antagonizing Athena, so close to finally being whole, but when she turns, the goddess only has regret in her eyes.
"I am sorry, Penelope," She says, and Penelope stills, more than aware that it was very likely no one had ever received an apology from this goddess before. "Time passes differently in Olympus. What was four days ended up being four years, when I looked."
Tears prick at her eyes, but she forces them back with a sharp inhale. "That would explain it," She says roughly. "How much longer?"
Athena approaches her, armour clanking, and tilts her face up. When she presses a kiss to Penelope's forehead, she feels some of the desperate madness of the past years dissipate, leaving behind the sorrow-less certainty that she had been wise to wait, that she had been right.
Athena smiles. "Go."
-
She sees him before he sees her.
At first glance, she knows him, blood drenched and older though he is. He stands in the main hall, surrounded by bodies, and moves sharp and precise and inevitable as he takes down suitor after suitor, with none of them able to so much as land a scratch on him. Quick, moving in and out, with a tall, masked figure by his side and-
She clicks her tongue in exasperation, smiling. Sixteen and bloodthirsty, Telemachus stands by their side with furious satisfaction in his eyes as he clumsily shoots down each suitor that gets too close.
That absolute brat. He planned this! No wonder he was so happy this whole past week, when he'd been so morose the entire month before.
Penelope watches from the high balcony. Her trusted maids and all the subjects of the kingdom that still remain come running up the steps to help, some from the far reaches of the town, all gleeful- Ithaka is small, and shouts carry. She can see torches being lit across the city, when she looks, more rushing to the palace, taking out the retinues that had accompanied the men.
She takes a deep breath and makes her way down the stairs.
The brick walls around her swim in and out of focus as she walks, curiously far away. Her sandals sound out against stone.
She had been right. All these years, all this waiting- she had been right.
When she reaches the curtain, she stops and swallows. Sixteen years of waiting. She had promised him she would spend it happy, not grieve him before he was dead- and she had. Enjoyed the power, enjoyed raising her son, learning how to let the moments of grief rush over her and pass by every time she turned to see empty air. Made friends, gained allies, became skilled in politics like no other woman could so openly be. Ithaka flourished under her.
Let it end, she prays. Let that all be past from tonight.
She would give everything up for one more day with her husband.
Her hands are trembling when she pushes aside the curtain.
Odysseus stands in the middle of the room, panting as the last suitor falls, covered in blood. He's ragged, weary, scarred from all the horrors of whatever made him come back to Ithaka alone. Behind him, what looks like the entire kingdom stands together crowded as they stare, the ones who knew him crying themselves in shock, the ones who didn't studying him warily.
Telemachus says something and points to Penelope and she can see him stop breathing, same as her, when their eyes finally meet.
"Penelope," He breathes, swaying forward as he drops his weapons.
"Odysseus," She chokes out, as she forces herself to stop a distance away. Tries not to cry at the blatant hurt in his eyes as she does, at the frown Athena and Telemachus send her way. Feels rage climb in her chest- wants to scream at them both, at them all, that they cannot blame her. "You have returned."
"I have." He takes a step forward and they both shake. "To you. For you. I promised, didn't I?"
"Mother!" Telemachus bursts forth, dismayed. "Why won't you embrace him? It's father, it's really him, you waited so long for this moment!"
"You were too young to remember the shapeshifters that besieged our palace after Troy, my son," She says sadly. Watches grief at the fact settle in Odysseus' expression, then the devastated acceptance of her distance, tries not to let her emotions overweigh her caution at the love in his eyes as he allows her to do so.
Odysseus laughs suddenly, and her heart aches, her muscles cramp from how tightly she holds herself back, as he casually places an elbow on his son's head to lean on him, flashing her one of those grins she remembers so fondly, of the two of them being the only ones on the inside of a joke. It must be him, right? No shapeshifter could be so skilled, to embody the movements of his entire body so. "Don't worry so much, Tel. Your mother doesn't look at me unless I'm dressed in my best clothing- she would refuse to accept it was me either way, when I'm covered in all this blood."
Penelope aches. Penelope aches.
"So then I assume you wouldn't mind waiting until the daylight?" She smiles, half-fake. Her heart pounds as she turns to Eumeus and says, "Move our bed to the main hall for him, would you? I-"
She can't bring herself to speak further, turning back too quickly to look. Her stomach drops as Odysseus straightens back up with shock, her heart flips as hurt flashes over his face, and she's already running as he says in confusion and anger, "Damn you, woman! Did you take an axe to our fucking bed when I was gone-"
"It is you!" She exclaims as she throws herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as tight as she can. She sobs, and sixteen years of missing him spring to the surface all at once as she gasps for air in between tears, a smile on her face as she finally lets her mask fall. "Oh gods, oh Olympus, it's you, it's really actually you!"
Odysseus doesn't move for a moment under her, then says in a thick voice, "You fucking trickster."
And finally, finally, hugs her back.
"Don't be angry with me," She begs, voice devastated with her crying as she hangs off him. Holds onto him as if he'll disappear, escape her grasp again if she lets him go. "Don't be angry, please, I beg you, don't be irritated, or annoyed, I couldn't bear it-"
So long overdue was this reunion, and she spoiled it with her paranoia; if the first thing she did as a wife when no husband would do what he'd done for her was disappoint him-
"I am not," Odysseus says gently, cradling her face, holding her with the same desperation. Her ears burn with the sound of his voice, no longer a memory she had to guard fiercely against forgetting, every syllable just the same as she remembers it, saying new words. "I understand why, my love, trust me, I am only happy. I am only happy."
Penelope wails, her crown crashing to the floor with the force of it, shoulders shaking, and Odysseus holds her closer.
"Oh, Penelope," He whispers sadly. His voice cracks and he breaks down in tears too as they sink to the floor together. "My Penelope."
They cry on the floor like animals, a loud terrible din in front of everyone there, uncaring of who watches. Penelope tries to crawl into his lap, and he tries to crawl into hers- she has the wild thought that they need to both slit themselves into puzzle pieces so that they can fit together more tightly, to be satisfied.
Finally, they run out of tears, shaking on the floor ungracefully, still holding onto each other. She tries to press every inch of her body against his, even as the fear of having not seen his face while she embraced him makes her rear back to look, wiping off the blood to see him underneath. "You're home. You came back."
"I did," He says softly, eyes as adoring as she remembers them to be. She curls her fingers into his hair, relearns the shape of his face, traces her fingers over his nose and eyebrows. "Fought a lot of people to do it, but I did. I'm home."
"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you," She chokes out and shifts so she can hold him as he starts crying again at her words.
"Penelope," He whispers, threadbare- her poor husband, who fought so hard to come back home, with the glaring absence of all the men he loved who went with him, who has something shattered deep within his eyes because of whatever the Fates put him through. "Penelope."
"I have you. You have me." Penelope chants, looking around until she catches sight of Telemachus and Athena, both smiling. Telemachus sniffles and wipes at her face, and it is with a start that Penelope realizes that the goddess is also crying when she reaches up to elegantly wipe at her face. Holds out a hand with a grin that feels more real on her face than any she's worn these sixteen years past. "What, you two require official invitations?"
All of them nearly fall over with the force at which the other two rush into them, and they all laugh. Penelope holds her family close, all four of them together once more, and looks beyond to smirk victoriously at all her handmaidens and advisors and all the idiots who'd told her to move on. Some lay their eyes down as she looks, some of them incline their heads in acceptance and respect, and a few of them shake their heads with a smile. Penelope will not be losing their trust anytime soon.
She takes a shaky breath and holds them all close. Her family. Her loves.
She's never letting any of them go again.
Sirius as Harry's uncle would be weirdly competitive. Even when Harry is a toddler he wouldn't let him win or baby him. He'd go full child-mode himself and race Harry 100% seriously. Obviously, he'd win everytime and poke his tongue out at him when he did. (He's just living the carefree childhood he never had)
Remus would roll his eyes everytime. 'Sirius your legs are four times as long as his...' and then Sirius would just respond in the most pelutant way 'Mind your own business Moony, this is between Harry and me'.
Harry would love it.
And bonus, Regulus as dad/uncle to Harry would also not treat Harry the way most adults treat kids. He'd speak to him in the most serious tone of voice and talk to him like he's speaking to an adult even when Harry is just a baby, because that's how his parents talked to him growing up. Unlike his parents though, he'd be the most gentle, caring person toward Harry, even when the kid misbehaves. He would NEVER EVER yell.
my autistic ass bought a new jumper and I'm wearing it 5 days in a row, it's green with a pink inscription (loud af) and I love it. people are gonna df think I don't have other clothes bc this is my SUPREME clothe now.
ohhh october be kind. on god be kind
Crack fic idea
Prongsfoot getting married purely for tax benefits and then sirius meets remus and james meet Regulus and they're like "I met this cute guy" "tee hee I did too" "...." "FUCK HOW DO WE TELL THEM WE'RE MARRIED"
And then regulus gets a fucking kick out of literally stealing his brother's husband and sirius gets literal years of ex husband jokes about James and remus is just sighing watching it all happen bc why does he love these morons again
smooth - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 190
"Today's the day," James announced to his friends, rubbing his hands together confidently. "Mark in in your calendars, mates, today will be historic."
"Oh. Is today finally the day you stop going on and on about my little brother like some obsessive stalker?" Sirius asked, rolling his eyes.
But James was too excited to be put out. "No," he said, scoffing. "Today's the day I ask Regulus to Hogsmeade."
"Sure. But which day will he actually say yes?" Remus asked with a smirk, earning a punch in the shoulder from James.
All teasing was silenced, however, as the subject of conversation entered the Hall. "Oi, Regulus!" James called, waiting until the boy got a bit closer. "I have a question for you," he grinned, cheeks pink.
But Regulus just looked him up and down with a cold, appraising expression. "Is it 'do I have food in my teeth?' Because the answer's yes."
Turning bright red, James whipped around to use a spoon to see his reflection, murmuring softly to himself as Regulus chuckled and walked away.
"Smooth," Peter laughed, reaching over to help James dislodge the lettuce from his incisor.
smooth - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 116
"He's far too young to be dating," Sirius scoffed, watching as Regulus walked by hand-in-hand with Barty Crouch.
Stomach twisting, James looked up and saw the two of them, nodding absentmindedly. "Yeah," he sighed.
"Plus, Reg's a prick. What does Crouch even see in him? Not that Crouch is a ray of sunshine, either," Sirius continued ranting.
"Dunno," James murmured, eyes resting on Regulus. "He's...smart, you know? And...he's got a smile that...well, he's just...he's almost pretty, really. And Merlin, he's-"
But Sirius interrupted, shooting him a disgusted look. "Pretty?"
Which jolted James from his dazed staring. "Erm, yeah," he cleared his throat. "Objectively speaking."
"Right," Sirius frowned, looking suspicious.
"Smooth," Remus mouthed to James, laughing silently.
Because James was probably as clueless as book Ron sometimes...
Athena the type of goddess to see Telemachus coughing more than usual, then go to Odysseus and Penelope saying "Your son is dying."
—I don't want to hold you back from where you might belong. (jegulus)
based on my post about james going to Sirius’ flat after a breakup and waking up regulus
“I’m sorry, James. I just…this isn’t going to work. I think we both thought it would if we tried and made sacrifices and we did but…I can’t do it anymore. It’s not…it’s not worth it. I’m sorry.”
The bus was practically empty at this time of night. Other than himself, there was a younger woman who clearly just finished a long shift at work, an elderly gentleman at the back who had fallen asleep twice, and a couple in the corner whispering and giggling at everything the other said. James was at the front, his temple pressed against the cold, frosted up glass. It seemed to make his headache go away, but his chest was still in pain. That probably wasn’t going away for a while.
Rachel was gone. Just like that. She told him to leave so she could figure out her next move, and so he left. He packed a bag and walked out in silence as she cried, and got on the first bus that he could. He hadn’t even put up that much of a fight when she broke up with him because he had seen it coming, felt it coming, but couldn’t bring himself to consider that she’d actually go through with it. That she’d dump him because they weren’t compatible, not anymore.
James was spontaneous. He loved adventure and jokes and trying new food and visiting new places with his friends, he was a social butterfly that needed love from everyone around him, not just one person. Rachel was the opposite. She wanted to stay at home, settle down now, start trying for kids whether they were married or not. And he loved her. He loved that life just…not yet. He was only 26 for god sake, he had one pregnancy scare with Lily and that was enough. They’d laughed about it when the test came back negative; laughed because they couldn’t be parents at 20. They just couldn’t. He still didn’t want to be one at 26, and Rachel didn’t understand why. She was a few years older than him, sure, but they had talked about their future early. She said she’d wait for him, that she understood the pressure.
And then…then she stopped waiting.
James wasn’t mad at her, really. She wanted that life and he was technically holding her back from it. Even with the ache in his heart and the pit in his stomach he knew this was right. That staying together would mean more fights about not being engaged when ‘all of her friends are married already’, and James begging her to hang out with his friends for once. Rachel wasn’t a fan of their pub night outs and band gigs, it was all too loud and boisterous.
God, James thought as the bus turned a corner and his head thumped against the glass, we really weren’t going to work.
He looked out at the road they were on and leaned forward, thump pressing into the red button on the pole for the bus to stop. The bus turned another corner before stopping at the familiar road and James stood up. He pulled up his hood to hide his face from the rain and quietly thanked the driver as he got off, stepping out into the late October weather and grimacing. He missed summer. He missed swimming in the ocean and kicking sand up as he ran down the beach with Ra—
His hand clenched around the strap of his bag and he walked towards the house, knowing it just by how many steps it took to get there. He felt heavy as he walked, converse splashing water over the pavement and shouldering the bag so it didn’t slip. The familiar black door came into view and he glanced up when he noticed a blue glow from one of the bedrooms. Regulus. If he was home then Sirius probably was, which was a good sign.
James pressed the doorbell and stepped back, hunching his shoulders as the wind began to pick up again. He shivered just thinking about what Rachel was doing right now, in the flat all alone. Was she crying? Was she exhausted? Was she relieved? Maybe she had already told all her friends and they’d come over to comfort her? Or celebrate. They hadn’t liked James all that much anyway. He blinked back tears—or was it rain—and just pressed the doorbell again; twice in quick succession.
Hurry up, Sirius.
He was about to press it again when he heard the latch, and he exhaled as the door opened, a figure standing there.
“Hey, I know it’s late, I just—“ James looked up and blinked. “Reg?”
“It’s almost one in the morning, James.” He grumbled, rubbing his face tiredly. James blinked again. He was stood in an oversized jumper and some boxers, feet in fluffy socks to keep the heat in.
“Is your brother here?”
“What? No, date night.” Regulus yawned and James mentally kicked himself for being stupid enough to forget that Thursday was date night. His mind had been elsewhere, was his only excuse. “What do you want? I was asleep.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“What do you want? You’re letting the cold in.” Regulus looked tired, fed up even. James really had woken him up.
“I—Rachel broke up with me.” Regulus stared at him, then he frowned. James rolled his eyes. “She was my girlfriend for two years? You met her. Three times.”
“Was she blonde?”
“Brunette.”
“Oh. My condolences. Why are you here?”
“Christ, I’m upset and wanted to see your stupid in-a-perfect-relationship brother, but if he’s not here I’ll just…fuckin’ go somewhere else.” James put his face in his hands, trying to regulate his breathing. Where else could he go? Maybe the train station? Could call his parents and ask them if he could stay, but that meant three hours of travel and he had no idea if the trains ran this late on a Thursday. He started to feel his breath get shaky, and he willed himself not to cry before he heard a frustrated sigh.
“Come in. Hurry up.” Regulus had stepped to one side, wrapping an arm around his middle as he beckoned James in with a scowl.
James didn’t hesitate. It was too cold outside to start arguing and he could just wait for Sirius and Remus to get back…the next morning. Fuck.
“Thanks…” he gave Regulus a half-assed smile and received an eye roll in return. James took off his shoes and set his bag down, occasionally staring at Regulus as he wasn't moving or even looking towards the stairs in a not so subtle hint that he wanted to leave. He was just...watching him. Arms folded, eyes sharp and jaw set. It was a bit unnerving but James had grown up around him, he was used to this. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
"You would have woken me up even if Sirius was here," Regulus pointed out and James nodded awkwardly. "Would you like some tea?"
Now that caught him off guard. "What?"
"Tea? You're sad, I'm offering you tea."
"Uh...sure? Milk and four sugars." Regulus grimaced. "Don't judge me."
"It's disgusting." He muttered as he padded into the kitchen, a light flicking on as he started rummaging through cabinets. James stood in the hallway for a little while before eventually making his way through the house behind him. Regulus usually stormed off upstairs whenever Sirius' friends were around, not even making an attempt at being polite. But James wasn't going to complain about the gesture he was being offered now, especially since he could really do with a hot mug of tea.
"Did you walk here?" Regulus asked, putting two tea bags into seperate mugs.
"Bus."
"You really need to learn how to drive." He pressed the button on the kettle as James snorted, seating himself at the kitchen island and shrugging off his damp coat.
"Yeah, I know. My Mum tells me every time I take the train to see her."
"She's right." Regulus turned and leaned his back against the counter, arms folded again. He looked cosy, James realised. Like he had just been bundled up in a bunch of blankets with the radiator going. He felt bad, then, for waking him. Although, if Sirius were here it would probably be worse. Having to listen to them talk until god knows when, probably get drunk to take James' mind off of the break up.
He recoiled a little. He almost forgot.
Regulus, being the observant person that he was, cocked his head a little. "Are you okay?"
"Hm? Oh...no, not really." James fiddled with his hands on the island. "She, uh, I really cared about her." Regulus didn't say anything, as if waiting for him to continue talking. "I'm not very good at the relationship thing, I think. I don't...want what everyone else wants. I'm not ready to have kids or even get married yet...someday, sure but...I just like having fun."
"You're too young for children." Regulus said and James shrugged.
"Rachel didn't think so."
"Well, that's her opinion. And it's wrong."
James winced. "You don't have to be so blunt about it."
"I'm just saying what I'm thinking." Regulus turned a second before the kettle was ready and James watched him delicatley pour the water into each mug, making sure they were equal measures before taking the milk out of the fridge.
"Can I have ski—"
"Skinny. I know." Regulus already had the carton in his hand and James felt taken aback. He remembered? He wasn't sure if Regulus had ever made tea or coffee for him before, maybe Sirius had told him? Once James tea was done, he poured in oat milk for his tea—barely even a drop—and stirred in the ridiculous amount of sugar for his guest and just some honey for himself. Regulus turned, handing the mug to James and then going back to leaning on the counter. "I'm sorry she broke up with you."
"I mean...it wasn't going to work."
"But you wanted it too."
"Yes, obviously. I'm in love with her."
"Love isn't always enough to make a relationship work." James stared at him in shock. Regulus was a wise person, even though he was a couple years younger than James, and sometimes he said things that really blew him away. He slowly reached for his tea and sipped it with a hum, his body relaxing at the warm, sweet taste.
"Thank you." Regulus gave him a curt nod before sipping his own tea. "She...it's for the best. Even if it sucks ass right now."
"At least you understand that. A lot of people would be crying by now."
"I cried when I was in the lift." James admitted and he thought he saw the hint of a smile on Regulus' lips. "That's not funny."
"I'm not laughing."
"You're holding it back, I know you."
"You don't."
"I grew up with you, I know you almost as well as I know Sirius." Regulus scoffed but didn't say anything else, just took another sip then looked at him.
"I think...even though she is valid for her wants and needs, so are you. You deserve someone who wants the same things that you do. You're a good man, James. Even if you are annoying."
James pouted. "I'm not that annoying."
"When you're not around Sirius, you're okay. Otherwise...almost unbearable."
"Ah! Almost!" James grinned at him and Regulus suddenly seemed to look rather flushed. "Thank you for the tea, I can sleep on the sofa until Sirius get's home?"
"Stay in his room. He won't come back until the morning and he'd kill me if he thought I'd let you sleep down here." Regulus said. "There's towels in the airing cupboard if you want a shower. Sirius won't care if you borrow his clothes, I assume half of your wardrobe is his anyway."
James scoffed. "Maybe like...a shirt or two."
"He wears your old University hoodie almost every day. You're practically married." James smiled fondly. If only Sirius hadn't met lovely old Remus, maybe he'd snatch him up for himself. Handsome, intelligent, wickedly funny and probably a beast in the bedroom.
Maybe James should try dating men for a bit...
"Thanks, Reg. You're pretty nice when you're sleepy." James teased, reaching over to ruffle his hair and laughing when Regulus tried, but failed, to dodge out of the way. He huffed at him and hid his face behind the mug as James got up and shouldered his bag again. "Cheers for letting me stay."
"Whatever. Don't drip water on the carpet. You're like a wet dog." James resisted the urge to shake his hair out. As he was walking to the stairs, Regulus called out to him. "You'll find someone when you're ready." He said, and James looked over his shoulder at him. Regulus swallowed. "Just...you're a nice person. Anyone would be lucky to have you."
James smiled softly at him. "You're just as sweet as Sirius, you know." He said, and made his way up the stairs to have a shower and pass out.
When he was gone, Regulus felt like he could breath again. He put the mug down and covered his face with his hands, wondering how the hell he got through that without breaking. James was single again, after two years he was on his own again. Regulus felt sick for being happy about it, because he shouldn't be. James was hurting and there was no way he'd ever just dive in and try to...well, he'd never be confident enough to try and 'woo' him anyway.
He was a loser. Sirius' weird little brother that stayed in his room all day and had the biggest, gayest crush on James Potter that he could barely hide. And then he turned up on his doorstep dripping wet, looking like a kicked puppy, and was now going to be sleeping one wall away from him. He groaned.
James was going to be the death of him, and god he was sick for knowing he'd enjoy every moment of it.
jealous james does something to me. him noticing every detail of how other people interact with reg, always close, making sure he has a hand on reg at all times when they are at a party so one doubts who he’s with, arm around him, bite marks on his shoulders sometimes even his wrists, grabbing him by the chin to get his face closer and then whisper something in his ear if it seems like someone is watching reg a little to much