#🚬snap

[catfortress]

Kitty fem fortress :3

Lineup 👇 (press for better quality😭😭😭)

[catfortress]

AAAA And this one too !!! <3 very very nice!☺️ I adore the way you draw expressions and poses! Once again, thank you very much for drawing cat fortress in your style!✨

Again designs by @catfortress

i made the sketches of this drawing a while ago but decided to give it a more finished loot

also:

Uploding that wip, i technically made it with the background complete but didnt like how i draw backgrounds so lets just have the characters, so i probably wont post the finished one so im dumping it here.

hope ya guys like the drawings cuz all i do is cats and tf2 xd (i dont have an obsession i swear 👁️👁️)

[howdylogan]

draws, sketches and doodles made with @evangelina830 !!

(it was fun draw together :'d thank youu)

(a large publication. more drawings below.)

[catfortress]

OHHH RED AND BLU SNAP..!🥹✨ they look lovely!! So relaxed☺️

Car... I love car...

Couldn't decide which variant I wanted to draw so I did both :]

Snap (cat spy) made by @catfortress

[catfortress]

How about drawing a classic mercs in the form of cats? :D

Just support for now^^ they’re hard to draw with the little amount of references I have, so it’s taking a while.

I’ll close asks tonight before I go to sleep

[misanthropicgardener]

maybe if i was shaped like one of those character with a big coat/cloak and pointy hat i would finally feel better

[misswitchh]

Guys I’m gonna kill my neighbour

[catfortress]

Ohhh he is so grumpy!!! Very lovely!☺️

Blu Snaps head

Design by @catfortress

its kind of fan art but I'll make more. Blu Snaps head is unhappy because – he is a head

[kashverse]

CAN you PLEASE PLEASE make a drabble of Toji taking care of sleepy Mamaguro and Megumi? I think it would be so adorable. 🧎

oh to continue writing happy toji and happy mamaguro reader... 🚬

the mission was simple: stay up until 12 a.m. to wish toji a happy birthday. you and megumi, the last-standing warriors of the fushiguro household, sat by the door like hyper puppies, waiting for your beloved husband—your fearless protector—your batman (you are not explaining to a six-year-old what an assassin is)—to return home. it was going perfectly until your phone buzzed.

gonna be late. emergency job. don’t wait up.

you stare at the screen. then at megumi. then back at the screen.

the bastard forgot his own birthday.

your son, wise beyond his years, folds his arms and scowls. “so, what, we just give up?” you slap the table dramatically. “absolutely not.”

if there was one thing you and megumi had in common—besides your unwavering judgment of toji’s life choices—it was stubbornness. this mission would not fail. if your husband wanted to be late to his own birthday, that was his problem. but you and megumi? you were gonna be ready. so, naturally, you both made the worst decision possible.

sugar boost.

you and your six-year-old co-conspirator sprawled across the couch, sharing a single pack of gummy bears like it was some kind of sacred ration. one gummy at a time. chewing slowly. blinking at the wall in utter silence like two very small, very deranged owls.

"mama."

"yeah, baby?"

"do you think papa is the strongest man alive?"

"of course."

megumi chews thoughtfully. "do you think he could lift a cow?"

you consider this. "...easily."

"two cows?"

you hesitate. 

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it’s 11:57 p.m. standing in the doorway, looking like he just crawled out of a damn action movie, is toji. the duffel bag slung over his shoulder drops to the floor with a heavy THUD, and he’s met with—

a beautiful handmade "happy birthday, papa!!" banner, decorated with poorly drawn badtz-maru stickers, because megumi has commitment to the bit.

you, sprawled out on the couch like a crime scene victim.

megumi, passed out on top of you, his little hand still clutching a half-eaten gummy bear.

toji stares. something in his chest tightens. he lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as he steps inside, shutting the door behind him. exhausted as he is, something about this sight makes his heart ache in that weird way—the kind of warmth he’s still getting used to, the kind that makes him feel like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t screw up as badly as he thought. without a word, he moves over to the couch. and because yes, he is that man—he lifts both you and megumi in one go. you stir slightly, groggy, mumbling, "cow..."

toji frowns. "what?"

megumi snorts in his sleep, muttering, "two cows..."

toji, confused as all hell, just grunts and carries his weird, sleep-deprived family to bed.

the next morning, as the sun peeks through the curtains and the birds chirp outside like they're personally taunting you, you and megumi prepare for phase two of toji’s birthday celebration: chaotic wake-up call.

toji, the strongest man alive (and also the biggest sleeper in the house), is sprawled out on the bed, dead to the world. he sleeps like a log, one arm thrown over his face, mouth slightly open, because even assassins need their beauty rest. you and megumi exchange a look. a silent nod of understanding. then, in perfect sync, you both take in a deep, deep breath and—

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

toji’s entire body jerks like he just got shot. his arms flail, his head snaps up, and before he can even process what's happening, you and megumi double down with a second round of high-pitched, ungodly shrieks right in his ear.

"what the hell—"

but before he can even think about grabbing a weapon (because let’s be real, his first instinct is to attack), he realizes exactly who the culprits are. and oh, oh, you two are in trouble. his sleep-deprived brain short-circuits for about half a second before years of combat training kick in.

he lunges.

"oh—RUN!" you shriek, shoving megumi, but it’s too late—toji grabs you both in one swift motion, rolling over and pinning you down, locking both of you in a vice-like headlock.

"GOTCHA!"

"NOOOO—!"

megumi screams in betrayal as toji mercilessly ruffles his hair. you’re not spared either, as he buries his face into your neck, delivering an absolutely brutal barrage of kisses like it’s a full-scale attack.

“YOU WANNA WAKE ME UP, HUH? THAT HOW WE’RE PLAYIN’ THIS?”

"toji stop—" you wheeze, kicking your legs as he plants an exaggeratedly loud kiss to your cheek. megumi shrieks, wiggling with all his might, but toji just grabs him tighter, pressing another series of dramatic, disgusting dad kisses to his forehead. "UGH, PAPAAAA!" megumi yells, offended.

"nah, nah, you started this, kid," toji cackles. "you and your big mouth—what was all that ‘two cows’ shit, huh?”

"STOP!" megumi flails harder, but he is six and toji is built different. eventually, though, he relents, flopping back with a satisfied smirk, letting you both gasp for air like shipwreck survivors. "you’re the worst," you pant. megumi, hair now a disaster, groans. "i hate birthdays."

toji just smirks, stretching. "eh, still my best one yet."

[skellophrenia]

ᝰ🚬 _( ˃` ⩌ ´˂ ) blaa

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★ i promise I'll draw more proxies soon i js wanted to draw da freaks first nyahaha

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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 anyways who else goes to steal a pack of cigarettes from your local gas station at 1am only to get followed home by some serial killer bc you reminded him of his little gay emo boyfriend he had before he snapped and murdered his family lol crazyyyy ((he doesn't know dolly n ghost are technically the same "person" yet😛))

[nymphoniah]

smoking out the window 🚬

i cant lie this fic is very self indulgent, but i had to share with y'all hehe <3 basically just smoking with logan, sitting in his lap, and yall end up gettin’ down and FREAKYYY.

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), smoking, pet names (bub, baby princess, etc.), old man!logan, boyfriend!logan, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, cumplay, cum swallowing, skull fucking

you’re seated criss-crossed in front of the fire escape, window cracked slightly ajar. you take a long inhale of your cigarette, letting the smoke sit in your mouth for a second before puffing out the rest through your nose.

your lips pull away from the filter, now tinted pink and slightly shiny from your lip gloss. you look over your shoulder to see logan let out a small chuckle, taking a drag from his cigar. you roll your eyes at him, tapping the end of your cigarette against the ashtray placed between you.

“yknow i already tried cigars… they’re just too big for me”. logan looks at you with a raised brow, a smug smile slowly creeping upon his face. you took a moment to process what you said, and how wrong it sounded out of context.

“hey! get your mind out of the gutter. you know what i mean,” you quipped, quickly taking a puff of your cigarette, playfully exhaling into his face to recant.

logan pays no mind to your games, simply shooing away the smoke with his free hand. “whatever you say bub…” he chuckles out, looking at you with a content smile.

he takes another hit from his cigar before sizing you up with his grim eyes. you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts, short enough to leave no room for imagination, with one of logan's flannels that you messily buttoned up this morning draping over your shoulders.

the domesticity of it all is what riled logan up. seeing you dressed up in his clothes, cuddled up in your small, but cozy, apartment bedroom, seated right in front of the fire exit. considering how hectic his life once was, nothing could compare to this.

“try it one more time, baby,” he requests, his pointer and middle finger signaling to come over to him. you rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled your way over to him. he taps his lap with both hands, and you cozily fit into the thick embrace of his thighs.

you already know where this is going. he's done it once, and he'll do it again. you pursed your lips, your eyes quickly glancing over at his cigar, then promptly meeting his teasing gaze.

“c’mon, just about half of it is left. finish it with me, yeah?” he says with a sultry tone, tilting his head to the side.

“only cause you asked so nicely.” you replied, pressing your lips to the temple of his forehead, your left hand steadying yourself against his hips before you ruffle up his pointed tufts of hair with your right.

seating yourself back in his lap, you took the cigar from his hand, taking it in your own. you guide his calloused hand to the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers finding purchase at the waistband, playfully tugging it back, allowing for them to snap back against your hips.

taking a deep puff, you let the smoke linger in your mouth as you would with your cigarette. the flavor was definitely more intense compared to the pack of reds you smoke daily. you immediately felt the buzz from the nicotine as the smoke coated your mouth in an almost oily film.

you're about to deeply inhale until you remember you're not supposed to actually inhale the smoke of the cigar. you catch yourself mid-breath, but you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. the bitter taste of the nicotine floods your throat, causing you to let out an unpleasant cough.

"careful there, princess", he teases you, his firm hand patting your back as you continued to cough. "don't wanna hurt yourself", he says chuckling to himself, finding your discomfort somewhat amusing.

you took a second to compose yourself, then joined in on logan's laughter. you pressed your forehead against his chest, snickering over how foolish you probably looked, choking on your own saliva.

"i told you s'too much!" you retort with a smile, nudging yourself deeper into his chest. you can smell the musk of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of smoke in the air; it was intoxicating how logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hands slowly finding their way to the small of your back.

you gently pull away from him, his arms wrapped around your waist, planting your hips against his, the flesh of your ass feeling his erection forming. a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you gently grind against him.

logan lets out a grunt as he feels the blood rush to his dick. peppering kisses along his neck, you slowly make your way up to his jawline. "baby, you're forgettin' something..." you lull, placing the cigar back between his lips.

you admire the way his muscles flex with every movement you make, almost syncopating to the rhythm of your hips. the way he matched your pace was addicting. "yknow..." you trail off, sliding yourself off of his lap, moving to kneel in front of him.

"cigars may be big for me... but there's something bigger that i can handle," you hum as you get on your knees, your figure now slotted between his bulky thighs.

placing your hands on his quads, your fingertips trace figure-eights against his jeans. you take a deep breath and rest your head on the inner of his thighs, your left hand working its way slowly to his crotch.

"you're so needy, bub" he whines out of the corner of his mouth, cigar still between his lips. his breath faltered as your fingers graze over the growing tent in his jeans.

"let me please you, lo. wanna make you feel good," you plead, your eyes looking up at him with an intense lust.

"f-fuck." he stutters as your fingers press harder against his erection "how can i say no to my baby?" he obliges, taking the cigar out of his mouth to light out on the ashtray.

you reach your hand out to grab his arm before he lights out his cigar, your grip on his bicep tightening as he gently tries to pull away from your grasp. "wait," you said hastily, "don't put it out yet".

he raises his eyebrow at your command, but doesn't push it any further. "got something planned, bub?" he asks, leaning back into the couch, manspreading wider.

you nod your head as you work at his belt nimbly, slithering the leather around and off of his waist, metal buckle of the belt clanking silently against the plush carpet that your knees rested on.

as you push his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs out, bouncing back against his stomach. his tip was already red, leaking with precum. you admire the length and girth of his dick as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

tracing a vein with your tongue, you move from the base of his cock to his tip. logan moved his hands to cup your face, fighting the urge to push himself down your throat as you continued to tease him slowly. "ah f-fuck," he winces, as you press a wet kiss to his tip.

"quit taking so damn long, princess," he adds, your hot breath tickling him. the lewd sight of his pre mixed with your saliva forming a strand from your bottom lip to his tip made your core pulsate. you pushed your thighs together to alleviate the aching pain you felt.

seductively licking your lips, your mouth finds its way back wrapped around his girthy cock. you slowly ease yourself all the way down him as the tip of your nose presses against his pelvis.

breathing through your nose, your lips make their way up his length, making sure to savor the way his tip rested against your tongue. tracing his slit carefully, you lick up his leaking precum, making sure not to miss a single drop of it.

"fuck yeah-", he hisses out, taking a hit. as he exhales the smoke, he grabs a fist full of your hair, now taking control of your movements. he thrusts into your mouth at a rapid and shallow pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

his unrelenting pace made your pussy throb harder; the way he looked as he stood above you, manhandling you, using you, practically as a fucktoy, made you see stars.

eventually he slowed down his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more sensual. "still with me, bub?" he asked, his eyes locked with your own as he continued to throatfuck you. "mmmh." you answered, with a fucked-out gaze.

"good," he hummed, loosening his grip on your hair. "gonna need you to be a good girl for me, princess." he gives the temple of your forehead a light kiss, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling your hairline.

a split second after the kiss, he retightens his fist, gripping more of your hair than before, and pushes you down the length of his shaft vigorously. the sudden gesture makes you wince around him.

unable to breathe through your mouth, you gag around him. the walls of your throat squeeze tightly along logan's length, making him wince out in pleasure. unable to control himself, he firmly plants his left hand on the crown of your head, keeping you in place, as his right brings his cigar back to hips lips.

logan takes a long drag from the cigar, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, blowing away the smoke. "stay right there for me, bub... i know y'can do that for me, yeah?" he says with a smirk, keeping his eyes on you.

you grunt in response, breathing heavily through your nose to keep the little composure that you had. still gagging around his cock, your vision began to get blurry as tears began forming.

"shit, im coming-" logan groans out, harshly pumping his cock even further into your throat. with each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped from you, followed along with a gag. the mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

soon after his announcement, you feel the thick ropes of his cum sliding along your esophagus. the heady taste of his cum coats your mouth and lips; the salty and sweet tang grounded you from your mind blanking as he continued to skullfuck you.

it felt like an eternity before logan released you from his firm grasp. you slipped your lips off of him, now resting your head on his thigh. you cough a little bit, and your nose starts to drip.

"still think my dick's too big for you to handle?" he teases, tucking a stray strand of your bangs behind your ear. you shake your head no, flashing him a lazy smile. he brings the cigar to your lips for you to take a hit.

"atta girl."

[catfortress]

LOVE !!! ✨

Some more very messy mercenary doodles for practice- Hey wait a minute, I don't recognize three of them here... 🤨

(Vick belongs to @meltedbionics and Meowdic & Snap belong to @evangelina830 💖)

[codnasties]

mafia!price x mafia!reader 🚬 (🌽 link)

a lot of times, mafias end up operating in the same areas, and that inevitably leads to fights over territory. that's what's going on between your and price's corresponding mafias. and it's been going on for quite a while without apparent solutions.

because the two of you are way too different to see eye to eye, to leave your egos behind for the sake of peace and maybe prosperity. it for sure stems from having different backgrounds. you had been born into it, your father was in this mob life, and so was your grandfather and even your great-grandfather. on the other hand, john had built it from scratch. a young kid with an obscure background that got taken in as a teen, quickly climbing up the other mob's ranks until he got named

that difference is precisely the reason why he sees you as a spoiled bitch with a severe lack of manners. and the thing is, you seemed to prove him right every single time. like tonight, both of you present at a charity gala - good public image is also business - and you didn't even have the decency to talk to him, not even acknowledge his presence.

it made him mad, it was not only about manners, it was the way you didn't openly recognise him as your biggest adversary. it made price's blood boil. it bothers him so much that he ends up snapping - which is extremely weird in him -. quicky pacing to you, the useless things you have as bodyguards not even stopping him, grabs you by the arm and starts pulling you out of the venue. dragging you all the way to his bedroom without being interrupted - because no one dares to -, people looking at him worriedly as you keep screaming at him to unhand you.

he won't hear you out, it's about time someone teaches you manners and respect. throwing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. grabbing one of your hands and forcing you to wrap it around his throat in a desperate attempt for you to finally perceive him as an equal.

when you refuse to put some strength on your hand and at least try to choke him, he snaps. his own hand around your jewelry adorned neck, his thumb pressing down on the artery running along it, cutting down the blood flow to your head momentarily and also feeling how fast your heart is racing and pinning you onto the bed.

in that second that your mind takes to come down from the lightheaded state, he has already flipped you over and bunched up your dress and gotten himself a good bite of your juicy ass. his face sliding lower until his nose is bumping against the wet patch forming in your panties, taking a whiff of your sweet aroma.

this can only lead to one place: hot steamy hate sex.giving you a good spanking to teach you a lesson before he rips the black lacy thong off your body and kneels himself at your feet, his tongue now exploring the inside of your sweet cunt. his lips latching around your clit as you push his head even further into it.

he makes you believe you are in control, until he almost snaps the straps of your dress getting your tits out just so he can grope them, pinching your sensitive nipples. making you suck on his hard cock, your tongue swirling around his flushed tip. pushing him onto the bed so you can pleasure him better while giving him a good view of your cleavage.

because that's what all of this is about, making you believe you are the one in a position of power between the two of you. and he shows you how easily he takes it back. grabbing you by the waist, pushing you onto your back on the bed, and ripping that dress off your body, leaving you fully naked with the exception of your glinting necklace and earrings.

bullying his bulbous tip into your tight cunt, your walls squeezing trying to not only trap him in but also get more of his thick cock into you. and he fucks mercilessly, using your body however he likes. harsh deep thrusts making you cum as he starts spurting his thick seed in your pretty cunt.

maybe all that will finally teach you a lesson

[munipe]

YESYESYESYESYESYES - anon 🚬

:3

My personal headcanon that his x-ray vision doesn’t apply to photo images and other people’s imaginations (probably canon but idk)

Bsf!Kusuo who thinks giving himself a lobotomy might just be the best way to go when he sees Kaidou making you dote with his cute face.

Bsf!Kusuo who starts to keep surveillance because he thinks Kaidou is getting too close.

Bsf!Kusuo who won’t ask you about it, but raises an eyebrow at you whenever he catches you and Kaidou exchanging glances.

Bsf!Kusuo who starts thinking about confiding in his mother for once because he is so out of his element.

Bsf! Kusuo who classically conditioned you to message him at 5 PM sharp (he started to message you at 5 PM, strictly).

Bsf!Kusuo starts to sabotage little things when you think of Kaidou—discreetly of course.

Bsf!Kusuo who hums and nods when you remark that whenever you think of Kaidou, your hair caught in your shirt button, or you pencil tip snapping.

Bsf!Kusuo who nearly becomes the midnight barber when you think of Kaidou’s fluffy hair.

Bsf!Kusuo who only keeps Kaidou around to get a mental note of how you did your hair today, or any new additions to your uniform.

Bsf!Kusuo who thanks the fact his x-ray vision doesn’t work on his phone when you start asking for opinions on your outfits (you don’t put your face in them, but oh well, best he gets)

Bsf!Kusuo who needs Chiyo to give Kaidou a big kiss to make him love her when he sees Kaidou start drafting a letter for you.

Bsf!Kusuo who asks himself whether he was too hesitant

I’m using the other anon’s ask as a seque to a fic :3 Idk whether I want to let Saiki win or have him have dilemma for the next two posts until I let him feel happy

[folkwhoreberry]

My beautiful wife please write a fanfic about Matteo x fem reader when she is in ravenclaw and its enemies to lovers do whatever in your mind I’d love to smut being involved thank you baby🍰💕🍰💕🍰💕🍰💕

Beneath The Surface

mattheo riddle x ravenclaw!reader

or... the one where tension turns tender

word count : 954

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : electric touch by taylor swift & fall out boy

🚬🖤

it’s no secret that you and mattheo riddle don’t get along. he’s always been a bit of a menace, constantly stirring trouble in slytherin and somehow dragging you into it. being a ravenclaw, you pride yourself on your focus and intellect, so his reckless antics irritate you more than they should.

your professors seem to find some sort of twisted amusement in your interactions, though, because when professor snape pairs you up for a potions project, you can almost feel the room tense. your friends give you sympathetic looks, and even some slytherins raise their brows at the pairing. but mattheo? mattheo just smirks, like he’s looking forward to this as much as you’re dreading it.

“looks like we’re stuck together, ravenclaw,” he says as he leans back in his chair, arms folded over his chest. there’s a glint in his eyes, one that tells you he’s already planning something to make this difficult.

you sigh. “let’s just get this over with, riddle. I don’t have time for your games.”

he grins, unfazed by your attitude. “who said anything about games? I’m serious about potions, you know.”

you raise an eyebrow, not believing him for a second. “sure you are.”

the days following are filled with tense study sessions in the library. at first, it’s a nightmare. mattheo makes offhand comments just to rile you up, and you retaliate with cutting remarks about his laziness. but somewhere along the way, you start to notice things. like how he isn’t as careless as he seems. sure, he doesn’t study like you do, but he’s got a sharp mind, and when he applies himself, he’s actually pretty good at potions.

it’s infuriating.

“you know, for someone who hates me so much, you sure do stare at me a lot,” mattheo says one evening, breaking the silence between you two. his lips curl into that cocky smile that makes your stomach flip, though you’d never admit it.

“you’re just in my line of sight,” you snap, eyes fixed on your notes.

“mhmm. right.” he chuckles, and you try your best to ignore the sound. it’s not supposed to be nice, but something about the low rumble of it makes your heart race.

after that, you’re hyper-aware of everything he does. the way his hair falls into his eyes when he’s concentrating. the way his lips quirk up when he’s about to say something sarcastic. and then there are the moments you catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

one day, you’re both working on the final stages of the potion in the dungeons. the bubbling cauldron between you two is the only sound for a while, and it almost feels peaceful. until mattheo speaks up, voice softer than usual.

“you’re not as bad as I thought, you know.”

you look up, surprised. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you’re… smart,” he admits, eyes flicking to the potion, then back to you. “I mean, I always knew you were, but I didn’t think you’d be… easy to work with.”

you blink, unsure of how to respond. it’s the first time he’s complimented you, and it leaves you feeling oddly flustered.

“thanks, I guess,” you mumble, trying to keep your cool.

there’s a silence that follows, heavier than the others, and you feel his gaze on you again, but this time, it’s different. it’s softer, like he’s studying you, trying to figure something out.

“what?” you ask, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“nothing,” he says, but his voice has that same softness. it sends a strange warmth through your chest, and you hate how much you like it.

weeks pass, and despite your better judgment, you find yourself enjoying the time you spend with mattheo. there’s still tension between you, but it’s not the sharp, hostile kind it used to be. now, it feels more like a pull. something drawing you closer even when you’re trying to stay apart.

the final straw comes one evening after a particularly long study session. you’re both sitting on the floor of an empty classroom, backs against the wall, exhausted but satisfied with the work you’ve done. mattheo leans his head back, closing his eyes, and you let out a small laugh.

“what?” he asks, cracking an eye open to look at you.

“nothing. just… we didn’t kill each other. I think that’s an achievement.”

he grins, eyes still half-lidded. “see? we make a good team.”

you roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “don’t get used to it.”

there’s a beat of silence, and then he says something that catches you completely off guard.

“I think I’m getting used to you, though.”

your heart skips a beat, and you turn to look at him, trying to gauge if he’s joking. but there’s no trace of mockery in his expression, just something sincere and intense in his dark eyes.

“I…,” you start, but the words die on your lips when he shifts closer, his hand brushing against yours.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, his voice low. “but I think I’m done pretending I don’t feel something for you.”

you feel your breath hitch, and before you can think, you’re leaning in, closing the space between you. his lips meet yours, soft and warm, and it’s like everything clicks into place.

all the tension, all the frustration - it’s been building to this moment, and now that it’s here, it feels right.

when you finally pull back, breathless, mattheo grins at you, that familiar cocky smirk, but there’s something else there now. something softer, more real.

“took you long enough, ravenclaw,” he teases, and you can’t help but laugh.

“shut up, riddle.”

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a/n : mwah this is for my queen @michalliiee <33 also last fic of my bday event let’s go!!!

[catfortress]

psst, meowdic

*shines a cat laser toy directly onto snap*

SNAP LOOK OUT😭😭😭