Chapter 14 is Live!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41597901/chapters/110577121
"You still don't quite have the wrist movement quite right. Here, watch me." Draco shook back the sleeve of his robe, but it just bunched under his arm. He made a sound of frustration and shrugged out of it, tossing it toward the desk. She gave a little cough and his eyes flew to the mirror. She wasn't looking back, though. She appeared to be focused on his chest, or maybe it was his t-shirt. Ha. He supposed something so casually muggle was a bit out of character for him, but he'd wanted a good range of motion for the duel.
He held his arm out. "Eyes up here, Granger." He waved his wand and she started.
He smirked. "You want to flip your wrist over and drop your hand backward like so." He demonstrated several times.
She mimicked him, but had clearly forgotten about the angle.
"That final slash should be closer to 45 degrees." He moved behind her. "Show me the whole thing."
She tried it a few times, but still wasn't putting it together properly.
"I can't—I know I'm not— This is so frustrating, Draco!" A flash of brilliant brown eyes, colour staining her cheeks and his bloody name again. Gods.
"Here." He stepped forward and almost without thinking, took her wrist in his fingers. "The wrist flip to angle part is the most difficult. I think only one student managed it last week." As he spoke he rolled her wrist, moving a little closer to angle it properly toward the floor. "And again," he said, his focus on helping her dissolving as he realised he was standing right bloody behind her, his front almost touching her back, her scent and her magic twining up to remind him forcibly of that first time, during the third class, when she'd challenged him and he'd done this almost angrily.
He wasn't angry now.
No, he was probably more aroused than he could remember. And not just in the sexual sense of the word. She inflamed him totally—her body, her mind, her essence.
He'd stopped even trying to show her the spell. He was just holding her wrist and breathing.
"What am I doing wrong, Draco?" She asked the question, but she sounded distracted too. And when she said his name again he swore she almost caressed the syllables, breathed them out, her tongue circling around the consonants and her lips softly forming the vowels.
He laughed a little, nearly dropping her wrist. He wanted to scrub at his face and shake his head. Walk away and ask why, how, what the fuck?
"What?" she asked, and he caught her concerned gaze in the mirror.
He blinked and some dam broke. He gave in. Gave up.
"Every time you say my bloody name I lose my train of thought."
Her mouth opened, then closed. She breathed in, out, in. Then she turned very slowly to face him, gently disentangling her hand from his. She was so close. He could see gold flecks in the dark of her eyes. Feel her warmth and her pull on him like a magnet.
"Is that a good or a bad thing?" She spoke so softly it was barely sound.
He wanted to laugh, he wanted to bloody cry. "I don't know. It depends entirely on what you think."
She was silent for a long moment in which Draco felt himself hovering on the edge of something, like looking down from an enormous height. The room was utterly quiet around them, but for a brush of wind against the windows.
"I think." She reached up and she was whispering in his ear. "Draco. That it's good." And then he felt her lips fucking brush his skin. "Draco," she said and kissed him again. "Draco." Kiss. "Draco." The last whisper of her lips was very near his jaw and Draco jolted as if out of a trance, his arms going around her and pulling her to him, even as he stepped her backward against the nearest pillar and kissed her, ravenously, like he could never get enough.
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What is Hotch's penis size, both canonically and in your fics?
OOOOO okay okay let's get brainstorming girlies!!! so 🤨🤨🤨🤨
Obvs in the fics he's got a horse cock AKCJFJFSJFKFK JOKING JOKING nah nah I think he's around 7.5-8 inches in my fics. Girthy, and very veiny.
In canon? Hmmm it's hard to say!
I mean. For research purposes we are looking closely at these. And hmmm idk! I mean obvs here he's flaccid but yeah 🤨 I guess I just sorta think more abt the way I do in fics but canon ? Anyone else got any ideas ?
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Okay, okay, okay.
I love that photo. HOWEVER, and pls don't scream at me, I would NOT call that a chubby tummy. 🫣 I would say it def has potential!
Like maybe it's Frankie after the first time Mouse makes him lasagna, and he certainly overindulges because IT'S MOUSE'S FREAKIN' LASAGNA. It's her specialty, and he's never had anything like it. Instant fav.
Of course, over time, the overindulging becomes more and more frequent an occurrence. Bye bye, flat tummy! Hello BIG FREAKIN' FISH. 🥵🤤
To Nonnie, Love Beefro
Is it wrong to say...
Babes... Friendos... Peeps. Hear me out...
This picture?
Not chubby in the Beefro sense... BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I DON'T APPRECIATE IT!
In fact, as I was being bombarded by this picture by Friendos across the planet after @patti7dc mentioned it, I was having a convo with another friendo.
Pardon the typo, but this pic, to me is early days of Frankie living with Mouse... maybe, as Nonnie said, it is the first time she made him lasagna and he's feeling it.
BUT I LEAVE THE FLOOR TO YOU, CLASS - THOTS?
Smuttiest regards,
Beefro 👌🥩💜
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Skinny arched eyebrows are still top tier sexy he’s not gonna get a boner from marketing unless he’s a psychopath this has been a psa WHORES <3
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