#crooked smile supremacy

[quirkle2]

i am genuinely incapable of drawing smiles that Aren't crooked. and thank god for that

[finished piece]

[withdenim]

So I never posted these dumb old greenius doodles but here you are The Masses

[mothhball]

hiiii i saw your drabbles requests post :)

um...how would neil feel about cockwarming?

NEIL LEWIS X READER

summary patience is a rare virtue...

warnings SMUT!! this is just filth lmao <3 dom reader supremacy, subby Neil, cockwarming, no specific mention of reader's genitals

notes thanks for the request!!! this one got a little short because I'm fighting to get my groove back lmao

! MINORS DNI !

main masterlist • taglist • kofi word count: 472

"This would have a runtime of two minutes and thirty seconds if they would just talk to each other.”

Neil groans into the crook of your shoulder, tightening his grip on the flesh of your thighs which causes you to shift in his lap and him to whine in response. The movie you’re trying to watch continues to flicker across Neil’s tube TV, presenting both of you with scene after scene of (admittedly) shallow entertainment. But god, every once in a while, you just want to watch something fun and sappy instead of one of Neil’s favorite black-and-white masterpieces that were shot on “authentic, good ol’ fashioned film” and feature a beautiful actress that got traumatized by a director.

Sometimes you just want to watch a rom-com. And in a last-ditch attempt to turn movie night in your favor, you suggested a little reward if Neil managed to make it through. To sweeten the deal.

“What did we agree on regarding catty remarks?” you prompt, trying not to smile when you hear him sigh and grumble into your neck.

“Little to none,” he mutters, placing his chin back on your shoulder to try and brace through the last thirty minutes of the movie. His silence lasts for a minute. A valiant effort, considering you’ve been squeezing his cock inside of you since the two of you got settled on the couch and he handed you the remote.

“Can’t you at least, like… grind a little?” How cute. He’s trying to bargain with you. But he hasn’t earned it just yet. You shake your head, clicking your tongue in disapproval when he bucks his hips up into you without your permission.

“Don’t,” you hiss, reaching under yourself to grab onto the throbbing base of his cock and squeeze. The strangled noise that leaves Neil’s lips is almost enough to break your own resolve. Almost. Not looking at him makes it easier to stay resolute, but you can feel him trembling, hear him panting right against your body. His grip on your thighs is twitching, betraying the desperate need that fills every cell and fiber of his heated flesh.

“Please –“ he chokes out from behind gritted teeth, “Oh fuck, please…”

It’s an exercise in restraint for both of you. Delicious torture in the comfort of your living room. And in a moment of wicked delight, you wait for his breath to steady before you clench around his aching cock, sending him spiraling again.

“Just 20 more minutes, baby. And then I’ll ride you while the credits roll,” you promise, treating yourself to a little glimpse over your shoulder to look at his flushed cheeks and watery eyes. He nods, you smile and turn back toward the TV to enjoy the next line of cheesy, overacted dialogue.

This really is the perfect movie date.

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[slxt4chriss]

The Secret of Us

S𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙔/𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨’𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙢 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙐𝙨.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁𝙔𝙔𝙔𝙔, 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩!

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Risk

Y/n was sat on Chris’s lap on her phone. “Chris?” She says looking up at him as Matt sniped an opponent on Fortnite behind them. They were steaming as they had been for the past couple days, bored without Nick here to entertain them. “Y/n?” He said back putting his phone down on the bed next to him and looking at his girlfriend in his lap looking up at him.

“Can I ask you something?” She smiles resting her head on his shoulder as Matt yelled behind them “YOUR DONE! YOUR DONE!” Chris let out a lighthearted chuckle before saying “Yes princess what’s up?”

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” She said burying her head in the crook of his neck. “Babe?” He giggled “Why?” He laughed again patting her hair and stoking it lightly. “It’s a risk to ask a question like that!” She opposed, “you’re supposed to say yes of course!” She pouted in his neck. “Yes Y/n I would love you if you were a worm.” “Even if it was an earthworm?” She giggled kissing his jaw. “I’d love you even if you were an earthworm yes. You weirdo” he giggled before kissing her once more.

Felt Good About You

“Chris!” Y/n whined from their shared bathroom. She could be heard in Matt’s room on stream. “I’ll be right back” Chris told Matt before getting up and walking into his bathroom, where he found Y/n on live.

“I can’t get my blush to look good!” She pouted, tears forming in her doe eyes. “Don’t cry sweetie, le’me help you darlin” he said grabbing her rare beauty blush and applying a few dots before taking his finger and patting her face lightly, than taking her blush brush and blending it lightly before kissing her cheek.

“Done!” He said looking at his gorgeous girl in front of him. “Thank you honey.” She said hugging him and kissing his jaw before going back to her stream. “Love you” he said before going back to Matt upstairs. “Love you.” She whispered as he walked away.

“STOP YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE!!” “OH MY Y/N AND CHRIS SUPREMACY!” Flooded the comments as she had forgotten she was on live. “Oh my god you guys are so cute.” She giggled “I love you all.” She smiled blowing a kiss at the camera.

“I feel good about us guys!” “Thank you for supporting me and him” she smiled a big Bambi grin.

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A/n: Thak you guys for almost 200 followers! Ily all more than words, you are all the sweetest people alive and I’m so happy to have found you all!! Again thank you for everything, this past year means a lot to me and everyone I’ve met on here is crazy oh my gee I love you all!!!💕💕

-as always stay kind stay hot yall xoxo gossip girl 💋

©Slxt4chriss

[viccz]

Lucifer having a crush on you.

Lucifer Supremacy ✊ !non gender specific mc!

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He knew he liked you when he started thinking about you constantly. Shopping on Azukon he wonders, what would MC like? Doing his paperwork he wonders, what would MC do if they were here? He’s always buying you things, praising you, giving you special treatment, and so much more. With all of that, he finally realized that he loves you.

At first, he feels that his feelings are distracting. He has work to do, he can’t be focused on a human. He tries to avoid meeting up with you in the halls, talking with you for too long, spending one on one time with you. It’s terrible, he misses being with you. He’d do anything just to forget these feelings and only view you as just an ordinary human. But he can’t. He can’t because you are no ordinary human. You’re his human.

He finally accepted his feelings for you. He doesn’t exactly know what to do about it though. What if you don’t love him as well? What if you like one of his brothers? He becomes worried. Very worried. But all of these thoughts leave him when he sees the way you stare at him.

It was during dinner when he noticed you staring. He was simply drinking his demonus when his eyes link with yours. Your soft eyes looking into his. You looked so wanting. Blush crept onto your face. You quickly look away, hiding your face from him, acting like nothing happened. That’s when he realized that you must care for him too. There’s been so many other signs. The way you covet his attention, the way your arms linger while hugging him, the way your eyes shy away from his while talking to him.

A few days later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needs you to be his. He yearns for your love. For your praise. Your taste. He was ready to tell you how he feels. So don’t even attempt the way you feel, he already knows you love him back. (also you’ll totally break my mans heart 😪” So, when you were conversing with Levi and Asmo, he interrupted.

“MC. Come to my room in 20. We need to discuss something important.”

Levi and Asmo looked at you. While Levi looked worried, Asmo looked at you mischievously.

“Oooh! MC! What’s going on with you and Lucifer?~”

You scoffed at him. You walked away from them both, rushing to your room to practice praying for forgiveness. You were fully convinced that you were gonna get some kind of punishment.

Lucifer hurriedly took off his clothes and slid on his robe. He set up some music and poured the both of you some demonus. The wait was excruciating. He needed you so much. He kept glancing at the time, awaiting the time you were supposed to arrive.

“…Lucifer? Can I come in?”

He got up and opened the door for you. Basically pulling you in with how he grabbed you. He sat you down on his couch. You looked so jittery, and yet, he could sense a hint of desire in your eyes.

“Please, have a drink MC.”

You were a bit skeptical. The music..the demonus..his outfit. What’s he playing at? Is he trying you make you melt with all of this romance? You awaited what was to come.

You two talked for a bit. Laughing about the brothers shenanigans. Discussing how school was going. Don’t think he didn’t notice you slowly inching closer to him. Once you were close enough, he placed his hand on your upper leg. You both then sort of froze and looked into each others eyes. He cleared his throat and said..

“ MC, about what I called you here for..well..how do I put this. I care deeply about you MC. So much that I dare to even say that I love you. I feel like i’ve known you for eons. So tell me, darling. Do you..love me back..?”

You were stunned. You couldn’t believe this. He really feels the same? He had you scared for a second! That jerk! But a beautiful jerk. Oh Diavlo,, what do you say?

“I..I love you too, Lucifer..”

He smiled. He quickly embraced you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily, as if he had been holding his breath. You wrapped your arms around him too. Both relived that the other feels the same way.

You stayed in his room for the rest of the night. Drinking demonus and speaking sweet nothings into each others ears. He felt full of pride. You were finally his lover. He absolutely adores you.

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mwaaahahahahaha this was fun to write. Hope you guys enjoy this one 👾👾👾

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

OH can you please do "What do you need?" "A hug." for jily <333

from this prompt list

She’s been going for 20 minutes.

“It’s fucking ridiculous!”

James nods dutifully from his place on the couch. “Absolutely.”

“And it’s not as if Slughorn has the bollocks to actually say anything. Not beyond his usual rubbish anyway which is the whole reason Mulciber has the audacity to spout his blood supremacy nonsense at the bloody dinner table.” 

“I hate that guy.”

Lily wheels around from where she’s been pacing by the fireplace. “Right? And I swear, James, he was pissed when he got to the dinner and Sluggy’s mead just made it worse. I was just sitting there, having to listen to him, as he…as he stares at me, over pudding. Because he doesn’t care that everyone knows exactly who he’s talking about. He makes my skin crawl, James.”

James takes a steadying breath and forces himself to continue to track Lily as she paces about the room, his face neutral and attentive. She’s made it clear enough times before that she won’t allow herself to go on these rants around him if she has to worry that he’ll just take them as permission to go hex the Slytherins. It’s a test of his self-control every time.

“I just wish that someone else would say something. For once! That it wouldn’t be me against the entire—”

James scoffs, his practised patience wearing thin. “I’ve told you—”

“You hate the Slug Club, James,” she interrupts with a sigh. “Don’t you remember the last time?”

Does he ever. Things had spiralled out of control at dinner, and the tension had spilled over into the corridors right after the party. Fortunately, Lily had the presence of mind to fetch Slughorn before anyone ended up needing a trip to the hospital wing. The Potions professor had quickly sent James and the Slytherins to their respective dorms, deducting only a few points from each house.

Of course, James and his friends had settled the score later that week, far from Slughorn’s watchful eye—but Lily didn’t need to know everything.

“And besides,” she continues, “I already know how you feel and it…it means everything to me, to have you on my side. But Jesus, James, you’d think at least one of the posh twats Sluggy invites week after week could at least have some sympathy.”

“Speaking on behalf of the posh twats of the world,” James begins, clearing his throat.

Lily cracks a smile, the first real win of the evening for James. “Oh, stop that,” she says, shaking her head. “We’re far too good of friends for you to fool me with that anymore.”

Friends. Good friends. Great friends!

James gives her a practised smile as she settles beside him on the couch, turning sideways to face him, knees drawn up to her chin.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I really did mean for us to study. I—”

He shakes his head. “I’m happy to be a listening ear, Evans.”

She smiles softly, resting her chin on her knees as she watches him. The firelight dances across her face and hair, casting a warm glow that makes her look radiant. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

���Rot of boredom, probably,” he quips.

“You just…” She purses her lips. “You always know exactly what to do. What to say. It’s like…it’s like you’ve read the Lily Evans Manual.”

James forces himself not to drop his gaze, not to give up and openly confess how he’s studied her so closely for the past six and a half years that he could write a Lily Evans Manual.

“You make me sound way cooler than I am,” he says, leaning on one crooked arm against the back of the couch. “Do go on.”

She laughs, the sound muffled as she buries her face behind her knees, eyes squeezed shut.  James's gaze lingers on her, absorbing every detail, as he commits the sight and sound of her to memory.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with them,” he says quietly, resisting the urge to reach across and lift her chin to meet his eyes. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” she sighs, “it’s not.”

“What do you need?” he asks. “I know hexing Mulciber is regrettably off the table for me,” (she laughs again) “but we could go get some ice cream from the kitchens or if you’d rather go ahead and start studying—”

“A hug,” she interrupts him.

His eyes widen. “From…me?”

“I mean,” she hesitates, her voice softening with uncertainty, “not if…not if it’s an inconvenience. I don’t—”

Before she can finish—before she can change her mind—he swiftly crosses the space between them on the couch and wraps his arms around her. Her knees collapse at once, falling off the couch between them, so she can press herself more fully against the solidness of his chest, her arms threading tight around his shoulders.

And they’re just friends. Good friends. Great friends! But he wouldn’t trade it for the world—not really.

[bweeeb]

PLS DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS THEO FF

" FIVE DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE "

Enemies to lovers

Theodore Nott x Y/n Hilton

Notes: Heyyy, I'm sorry about this writing, I tried to write something good but I ended up realizing that I have to work more with Enemies to lovers 🤣 I hope you still like what is written a little, I know I can do better with it, but I didn't want to throw away this work, so that's it, my apologies

Summary: A forced marriage is synonymous with hate, but perhaps one of them started falling in love before

Blood supremacy in the wizarding high society has always been a striking factor in the wizarding world. If you're a Muggle-born, you end up with nothing; some say their fate is to fade into oblivion. Conversely, if you are part of the blood supremacy, you'll have everything you want or whatever your parents desire. Y/n never agreed with her family's obsession, but she never intervened directly and that's why she claims she ended up where she was now. With firm steps, Y/n descended the stairs of her house with crossed arms and a scowl on her face. The low conversation echoed through the hall, and Miss Hilton's gaze went to the maid standing at the bottom of the stairs and a gentle smile was sent her way, which she kindly returned before speaking.— Your parents are waiting for you in the living room...with guests. The elderly woman informed, and Y/n gently patted her left shoulder.

— Thank's , Lydia.

She thanked her before walking towards the French doors leading to the living room where her parents awaited her future - literally, her future.

— Y/n, there you are! Y/n’s mother said, rising from the couch where she was sitting with her husband and two figures of which Y/n knew very well, Theodore Nott and his father.

— You've arrived just in time to meet your husband, dear. Her father said to her, and with a push from Mr. Nott, Theodore stepped forward and grabbed Hilton's hand, placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

— This is Theodore Nott, Y/n...

Y/n’s father said once more, and blood rushed to Y/n's head as she looked at her father with anger.

— I know who he is, father. It’s not like we didn't study at Hogwarts together. Y/n said harshly, and Mr. Nott's face tightened in confusion, as did Theodore's, who was no longer holding her hand. It had been a year since Y/n and Theodore had graduated, and it was no secret that their parents were desperate to maintain the pure-blood lineage. Both hated being there, but Y/n was more openly resentful about the situation.

— Y/n, where are the manners I taught you? Her mother looked horrified, and a sigh of regret escaped Y/n’s lips.

— I'm sorry, Dad. She apologized.

— It's okay, dear, I understand that the wedding nerves are getting to you. Her father said, and a crooked smile appeared on Y/n’s lips as she looked at her Givenchy boots, feeling nothing but anguish inside. Theodore wasn't an ugly man, quite the opposite; her friends drooled over Nott during school, and Y/n couldn't deny that even she found Theodore Nott attractive. But his reputation was terrible, which made everything worse. Y/n wanted to be with someone she truly loved, not just anyone for the sake of status.

— Perhaps you two should walk through the garden to get to know each other again. Mr. Nott suggested for the first time in that conversation, and all Y/n did was nod without looking anyone in the eye. She saw Theodore extend his arm towards her, which she accepted.

When they were far enough from their parents' eyes, Y/n released Theodore's arm and continued walking beside him without much intention of speaking, unlike Theodore, who was already uncomfortable with the fact that she hadn't looked him in the eyes.— Are you blind or something? The voice loaded with an Italian accent made Y/n stop walking and frown. Turning to face him and looking him in the eyes for the first time since the beginning of the interaction.

— Excuse me?

— You didn't look at me for a second, I thought you couldn’t see, but apparently, it was just ignorance... Theodore said bitterly, and Y/n’s face became more irritated.

— Ignorance? For the Gods, Theodore, the ignorance is yours for accepting this ridiculous marriage idea. The young woman said, rolling her eyes and continuing to walk into her garden.

— It’s not like I wanted this, Y/n. He said a little behind her.

— I know they asked if you agreed, Nott….

Y/n retorted without even looking back.

— How would you know?

— Because they always care about the man's opinion! Now answer me, did you at least have a choice? Y/n turned to face Theodore up close, and her face exuded truth, she could see it.

— It was either a Hufflepuff, Eloise Midgen, Pansy... Parkinson or you.

— You had three choices… I found out about this yesterday. Go to hell, Nott. How could I be ignorant?Y/n's voice was never loud, but she didn't need to shout for Theo to feel the venom spraying at him.

— I didn't want this, Y/n.

— Then stay away from me, Theodore.

Inevitably, staying away from each other wasn't easy until after the wedding. Their parents wanted to see physical contact and closeness between the two; it was important for the wedding guests to know they were happy with each other, even if it was a lie.

A year later, it was already common for both of them: no physical touch, no exchanged conversations, kisses only during sex, and that was their life. Theodore worked at his father's company, which after the wedding, was also associated with the Hilton name. Y/n had not been assigned any role like her mother, and she hated sitting where she was, feeling useless and alone. And that's how she felt at the charity party her parents organized. Theodore was with his friends near the pool, her parents were somewhere inside the house already drunk, and she was alone, occasionally looking at her glass of white wine.

She didn't want to look miserable, but she already was.

— Don't you think you should keep your wife company, Theo? Pansy, who was next to Theodore, asked him, glancing outside the friends' circle to where she had decided to sit.

— She's fine! Theo said, still looking at Y/n.

— She looks really bored, Theo. Daphne interjected into the conversation, and from there, all of Nott's friends were in on it.

— She's always like that, it doesn’t matter. Theo shrugged, trying not to give importance to the situation his friends were giving.

— Man, if you look into her eyes, she's miserably bored, where are her friends? Mattheo said, and Theo looked at Y/n once more until Draco's voice called his attention again.

— I'd be miserable too, imagine waking up every day with this guy next to you. — Horror movie.

—Someone can't make the little princess cum, I think. Draco provoked Theodore, who pushed his friend's arm — Shut up, asshole. I'm sure I do twice as much as you do. The group laughed and briefly forgot about the subject, but not Theodore, he kept his eyes on her all night and wondered why she were so alone.

At the end of the night, Theodore drove back to their house, and the strange air in the car bothered Theo. His left hand left the steering wheel and slid up her thigh, revealed by the dress that had ridden up when she sat down. Despite the warmth of his hand against her skin, Y/n’s gaze, much to Theodore's dismay, did not turn to him. She was quiet, quieter than usual.

— No music? He asked, and she shrugged, briefly glancing at him. Y/n might not talk much to him, but Theodore had gotten used to hearing her hum along to songs during the car rides. — Why didn't your friends come today? Theo's sincere doubt reached Y/n, who just kept looking at her ring-laden hands.

— They're very busy. "They're busy because they don't exist," Y/n thought before sighing tiredly.

— Busy on a Friday night? Theodore asked, confused.

— Your friends seem nice. Y/n said, changing the subject.

— Yeah, they are...

The rest of the car ride was silent, so silent that Theo thought the sound of his eyes alternating between the woman beside him and the road could be heard.

When they arrived, both got out of the car and went separate ways. Y/n went up the stairs so fast it was as if she had apparated, disappearing from Theodore's view. When he went upstairs, the bathroom door opened minutes later, and Y/n emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped around her body.

— Sorry, I didn't know you were up here. Y/n apologized, referring to the towel, and Theodore's face contorted.

— Why? This is my room too.

— I know, I meant about the towel, Theodore. You usually don't sleep here so i thought that i would be alone... She said, and Theo felt a pang of guilt fill his chest, looking now at the naked back of the woman as she sighed, realizing he was leaving her alone in bed more times than he wished.

— I thought you wanted space…. He said, and the silence remained between them.

— Yes, a year ago, you're right. Her whisper was so low that Theo almost didn't hear it, but hearing it, he knew something was wrong.

— What do you mean?

— What do you mean? Y/n asked, taking off the towel from her body and putting on her underwear.

— Why did you say that in that tone? I thought you wanted me away from you. Theodore was more harsh with his words, and Y/n shrugged, glancing at him over her shoulder.

— I don't know, Theodore. Y/n shook her head while putting on her pajamas, thinking she had finished the conversation. Theo held her arm and turned her to look at him.

— Talk to me, Y/n.

— I don't know what you want me to say, Theodore. She exploded, and Theodore laughed without humor.

— What is your problem? He asked, and Y/n freed herself from his grip.

— You are my problem, Theodore Nott.

— No, you are your own problem, you can't seem happy. Even my damn friends noticed your miserable face today. You have EVERYTHING. Theo huffed, and the woman in front of him clenched her jaw in anger

— I'm NOT happy, Theodore. I have NOTHING, I don't have good parents, I don't have friends, I don't have love, I constantly feel alone, and I can't seem happy BECAUSE I'M NOT. So don't come at me with this now, you have everything, not me. Y/n said angrily as tears shimmered in her eyes. — And I heard you're cheating on me with your secretary, which made me feel even more useless.

— What? I didn't cheat on you! — Theodore said desperately. — Y/n! I didn't cheat on you! I would never do that! Theo walked up to her, stopping in front of her side of the bed, where she was about to sit down. — Fuck it, who told you that?

— It doesn't matter…

— Dolcezza, I would never do that to you.

He said, placing his hands on her cheeks, wiping the tears that streamed down with his thumbs.

— You hate me, of course you would. She said weakly, so weakly that Theo almost felt his knees give way. He might not show all his love for her, but he had promised to love and protect her above all else, he had made that promise at the altar and to her father when he chose her, and all he was doing was the opposite of that.

— I don't hate you.

— Yes, you do…

— You don't hate me, how could o hate you? Theo whispered, stroking her cheek.

— You hate me because I hate you.

— Then say you hate me.

— I hate you. She murmured without conviction and sniffed afterwards.

— If you hate me so much, why are you crying for me, mia cara? We have to stop this hate game, you are my real wife, bella. Theo whispered and gently joined his lips to hers in a kiss unlike anything they had ever felt.

— That's not what I wanted, Theo. Another sniffle came from her nose when she pulled away from his lips.

— Don't you want me to kiss you? What did you want, Principessa? Please let me get it right with you once. Theo begged and Y/n closed her eyes trying to control her emotions, and so did she and shook her head in rapid movements. — Y/n, talk to me please.

— My whole life, my friends, my clothes, what I'd eat, were all my parents' choices, and the only thing that would really be mine was also chosen by them, Theo. I have nothing and there's no way you can fix it because you became something of theirs, not mine. — silence settled between them and Y/n replaced the smendel with hers, pushing away the tears streaming down her cheek — Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't want to be complaining to you. You should go to sleep.

She said turning her back on the man who stood behind her watching her take the blankets on the bed made and lie down.

— I can be yours! Y/n, I can be yours. — Theodore said it in a way that Y/n had never heard him say before, it was as if he was afraid that she would disappear forever.

— You don't have do this, Theo... And that was something they both didn't understand, he wanted to do that.

As soon as he sees her, Theo walks to the other side, takes off his clothes, leaving only his underwear and lies down next to Y/n. It had been so long since he lay there that he was amazed at the softness and comfort the bed gave him and once again he felt guilty.

— You don't have to sleep here out of pity, Theodore. Y/n said demonstrating less of her vulnerability as she stared at the ceiling.

— I want to be here, Y/n. Can't you see? — Theodore murmured looking at the woman's profile next to him.

— Theodore?

— Yes?

— Are you sure you didn't do anything with your secretary? Y/n asked and Theo took her hand which was above his belly.

— Look at me, please. He asked and so she did

— Do you know why I chose you? I know nothing was fair in all this, but I need you to know why I chose you.

— Why?

— I remember you in the fifth year, in the astronomy class, you were in a corner with two other girls and they wouldn't shut up and I saw you making a wish for shooting star that passed in the sky, I found it genuine and I started watching you and realized that you were beautiful and very interesting, I realized that you were worth it, I realized that I wanted you…— Theo sighed as if it had become a weight on his back — Pansy was never an option because she is my friend and is in love with Draco, my father would never make me marry some girl that I didn't approve of, you are incomparable to the rest and I saw that it was you when you started to hate me when I stepped in front of you and…

— I never really hated you, Theodore…I just realized that it was easier to hate someone who hadn't hated him yet than whoever caused it. Y/n said.

— Let me fix this. Theo asked pulling Y/n for more and eptonde his body.

— I'll give you five days to fall in love with you, Theodore Nott.

— I'll do whatever you want, Y/n Nott. Theo would burn the world if she asked, and now that he knows he doesn't hate him, he'd do anything to make her fall in love with him

[berrisweet]

SNOWY DAY CUDDLES . . . iwaizumi hajime

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intro : it’s a chilly day in tokyo, but luckily hajime’s there to warm you up.

rika 💬 : i strongly believe in half filo iwaizumi supremacy so im including a bit of tagalog in there for my own satisfaction, but translations will be on the bottom! i wrote this in like 30 mins so i apologise if it’s bad :D

tw : none , second fluffy fic 🤍

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it’s a cold, snowy morning in tokyo. you’re curled on the couch, one of your blankets enveloping your body. your boyfriend, hajime, was in the kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee. “mahal, do you want coffee?” he asks, taking the pot out and pouring some into a mug. “yes please.” you say, nodding.

he brings you your mug, placing his down on the table and sitting next to you. you take a sip, savoring the hot, warm liquid going down your throat. you sigh contently, setting your mug down gently and snuggling up to hajime. “clingy today, aren’t we?” he says with a smile, wrapping an arm around you waist.

he didn’t hate it though, the complete opposite. he loved it when you were like this. he absolutely loved it when you snuggled up to him like a koala. you laid your head on his shoulder, shivering slightly. “cold, bi?” he asked, taking in your appearance and state. “mhm.” you hum in response. you try to snuggle as close to him as possible. he laughs softly. he rubs your side gently, clearly enjoying the intimacy between you two. “c’mere.” he says softly, shifting you so that you’re sitting on his lap.

you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. he smelled like fresh linen, a smell you always enjoyed. he held you gently, peppering the side of your neck with kisses.

“haji..?” you ask, looking up. “yes, sweetheart?” he replies, looking at you. “when do you’ll think you’ll visit your mom again? it’s been awhile.” you ask. last time he visited his moms side in the philippines was a few years back. he sighs softly. “i dunno, bi.” he says finally, after a few seconds of silence. you know he’s had a bit of a rocky relationship with his mom, so you decide not to press him. you nod in response, locking eyes with him.

he kisses you softly, his hands wrapped around your waist. you break away for air, panting softly. “i love you, sweetheart.” he says, pressing his forehead against yours. “i love you too, haji.” you say, smiling. “you warm now?” he questions. “yeah.”

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mahal : love bi : babe or baby

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[kp-alice]

For the event: who would be into riding their partner’s thigh (and that’s the only way for them to get off)? sub!seventeen supremacy lol

Oohh, fun!! Now, I don't think any of the members would have thigh riding as their only way of getting off, but some would come pretty close to it and many others would find it occasionally fun as well.

Also, for anyone who doesn't know, this request is part of an event I'm currently doing. Feel free to join in as well!!

But now, without further ado, let's get into it and, as you said, sub!seventeen supremacy!! <3

THIGH RIDING WITH SUB!SEVENTEEN

Jun, in my opinion, would come closest to your description.

Now, he wouldn't necessarily need to ride your thigh to get off, but he would absolutely love it anytime he got the chance to. To me, Jun is an interesting mix of being both sensual and reserved at once, and thigh riding would be a great way for him to express that duality. It also doesn't require either of you to get completely naked, which is not only practical and time-saving for Jun, but also, in a way, comforting.

I say this mainly because I feel like Jun could either find himself in a very confident mood, basking in your attention and making the most intense eye contact with you as he gets off on your thigh, or he could be the complete opposite - shy, timid and bashful, but still too needy to wait and get his more assertive mood back.

And so, because of these two unpredictable moods, riding your thigh has become his favorite way of expressing both of them. When he's more confident, he loves to put on a show for you, making sure you're feeling just how much he's feeling it in any way he can. And when he's feeling tamer, he's clinging onto you for support instead, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while he desperately ruts into your thigh. He'd try to suppress his moans and whines, but the second one of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, slowly inching up to tug at his pretty hair, you both know he's done for.

Joshua and Jeonghan would also find this really fun, but they'd mostly ride your thigh to either tease you or as a form of foreplay. They both seem like the subs who want to give their dom a show, loving the way your gaze is basically eating them up whole while they get deliriously needy just by grinding on your leg. They'd do it with a smile too, giving you the fakest innocent look possible while the most sinful moans leave their lips. It's almost like a game to them, trying to see how far they can push you before you'd eventually snap - because when you do, it's always worth it.

Now Wonwoo is a bit different, because on one hand, he really wants to try riding your thigh, but on the other hand, he's also really, really shy. It's already a struggle for him to break down his own mental barriers and let himself be more small and vulnerable with you, so this is like a whole other level for him. Maybe that's why he finds it so intriguing, actually. The idea of getting confident enough to present himself to you like this, letting you watch as he gets lost in the pleasure on top of you. He'd love it if you talked dirty to him as well, letting him know just how sinful he looks and how much you love the little display he's putting on for you. But, as I've said, unfortunately, all of these scenarios only exist in Wonwoo's mind for now. Though maybe, just maybe, one day, he will ask you about it - or so he hopes, at least.

Last but not least - Mingyu. Honestly, I think Mingyu is generally very open to trying new things, so riding your thigh is something he could absolutely get into if you wanted to try it. And while he wouldn't like the actual physical act of it as much, he would come to really enjoy the psychological aspect of it. He loves drowning in your undivided (and, admittedly, kinda mean) attention (something I'll get into more in a future post), so he would love how vulnerable riding your thigh would make him feel and how easy it would be to tease him. He'd feel so helpless on top of you, trying to keep his balance and sanity while you'd boldly feel him up, greedily grabbing at whatever part of him you could get your hands on. He'd especially like it if you grabbed his ass, pushing him even harder down onto your leg while saying the most outrageous things just to watch his whole face burn up. Call him names and make him feel like nothing but your little toy - he's all yours to play with, after all.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥  

[stationintern]

author's note

draco/harry G, 1,322 featuring author Draco Malfoy, his unemployed husband, and an interviewer who seems a little too fixated on their gay little life. but that's just the way of fanfiction baby

BY GEORGIE HARKINS

NOVEMBER 17, 2023

“Draco, one of your admirers is here,” was the first thing I heard upon arriving at Draco Black’s modest country home. After being greeted by a luscious, wild front garden and a rather cantankerous tabby, I was met at the door by Black’s husband, who identified me quite correctly. 

To say it was a surprise to receive the invite for an informal interview would be an understatement. Black, while well-known and heavily awarded, has never been seen in public, and has asked that I keep my descriptions of him, his family, and his home to a minimum. Though, I will do my best, despite the restrictions, to paint of picture of the man behind some of the most inventive and mature fantasy novels the literature world has seen in quite some time. 

A story of the heir to a great name and fortune, caught up in a war steeped in the supremacy of magical people over their non-magical counterparts. The early books paint a picture of childlike wonder, excitement, and naivety, with the threat of what is to come in the later books just around the corner. A devastating struggle between dark and light, with our anti-hero caught up in the shadows, unsure of whether to escape and lose all he holds dear, or stay and sink deeper into the mire. The tale has earned him critical acclaim and household recognition, but, admirably, he’s maintained his privacy, and let his work speak for itself.

The inside of his home–bright, airy, full of greenery–is in sharp contrast to the usually bleak settings of his novels. Decay, both social and physical, has been a key theme across his series of fantasy novels: The Poisoned Heir. Despite this, he surrounds himself with life. We sat down at the kitchen table, where I asked him about this.

“I feel… to write about the breaking down of all we hold dear, we must first appreciate what we have,” Black said, cradling a clay mug of Assam, his preferred brew, “I’ve loved, lost, and rebuilt. We all have. But, to write it on such a grand scale can send me into a sort of… spiral. So, I try to find joy and life in anything I can outside of my work.”

One thing I noticed about Black was the way he seemed to take his time while speaking. I watched him grasp for words from the surrounding air, and told him so.

He laughed, “When I was a boy, I had a quick, sharp tongue. It hasn’t dulled with age, but it’s definitely slowed, and that’s a good thing.”

“A very good thing!” came the voice of his husband from the adjoining living room.

“I’m conducting an interview!” Black called back.

“I’m conducting an interview! ” came the voice again.

“Excuse him.”

“No, no. It’s lovely,” I said, “How long have you two been married?”

His husband is an “unemployed layabout”, in Black’s terms, not mine, whom he met during his days in secondary school. Though they didn’t reconnect until much later in life. He showed me pictures of them together, young and rowdy, casting uneasy glances at each other among friends. Walking down the hallway crowded with photos, I followed their life. From unsure crooked smiles to comfortable family candids, Black claims their love story is one for the ages.

“Twenty years, now. Two children, all grown up.”

“That’s impressive.”

“Isn’t it?” Black replied, looking down into the remains of his tea, pensive, “You know, it was Harry who convinced me to finally publish my novels. I’d thought about it for years, had them all written out.”

“All seven?”

“All seven, just sitting in a drawer!”

“If you hadn’t originally planned on publishing them, then what was the purpose?” I asked. 

Seven novels chronicling the tense political schism in a society of magic users, the journey from innocence to awakening, a war to end all wars– sat in a drawer collecting dust. Except, Black said, his children did hear the same story growing up. Though, less polished. I was reminded of a photo I saw in that hallway, of a little blonde girl resting on a younger Black’s knee, reading from what looked to be some sort of parchment.

“It was therapeutic. A… retelling of my entire life in a way that seemed just as all-encompassing as it felt when it was happening. I was raised to have an incredibly skewed moral compass, and as time went on I began to heal, and reframe, but there was always this need to let it out. All of it, every last bit, so I could see it laid out before me.”

“So, you wrote.”

Black nodded, “I wrote. Only then could I truly understand myself and the world around me.”

“Based on what you’ve said, is it correct to assume that the main character is based on yourself?” 

“In a sense. I think my biggest fear during the publishing process was that people would not sympathize with Lucien… that they would see his redemption as undeserved, a feeling I’ve carried my whole life.”

Lucien, the anti-hero of the series, received mixed reviews in the press. His many crimes were never glossed over in the books, as the character struggled internally throughout– sometimes excusing himself, other times devolving into self-loathing and punishment. Some critics claimed that the character was too far gone to receive a happy ending, while others lauded Black for his ability to write such a morally dubious character in a way that could be seen as relatable or understandable by the end. 

“Did you get the reaction you were hoping for?”

“To this day, I’m still not quite sure. In the end, though, I realized that I didn’t need people to understand or sympathize with him, I just needed them to see him.”

“Well, he’s been seen by over fifty million readers. How does that make you feel?”

“Rather exposed, wouldn’t you think?”

“I would,” I agreed, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pivot a bit here, into something that may be a bit more personal.”

“Please.”

 “You received criticism after the fourth instalment, in which Lucien realizes that he is gay, from both sides of the political spectrum. Some on the right were disappointed in his being gay at all, while the left felt that you were painting queer people in a poor light in an already intense political landscape. What would your response be to these critics?”

Black leaned back in his chair, comically stroking his chin, “I think I’d say… that I don’t fucking care what they think.”

“That’s quite blunt.”

“I’ve never been one for cutting verbal corners. More fictional queer people should be horrible and evil, until they equal the numbers of their real-world, heterosexual counterparts.”

“Well said.”

“Do you have anything else you’d like to ask me? I’m afraid my daughter will be arriving for lunch in just a few minutes.”

I thought about this for a few moments. Did I want to ask him about his current writing process? If we should be expecting a new work anytime soon? Ultimately, I decided on a question I felt would cater to him, as he’d given me this unique opportunity in the first place.

“Is there any specific character based on your husband in the books?”

A laugh resounded from the living room, and Black’s mouth turned up in a shy smile.

“Why, his school rival, of course,” Black replied.

“The one who Lucien beat to a pulp on the Quitchball field?” I replied, admittedly flabbergasted.

“Quite so.”

Harry joined us then in the kitchen, ruffling Black’s hair a bit before picking up the mugs we’d been drinking from, “I’ll have you know, Georgie, that I was the one who did most of the beating. You can go and tell that to the press.”

“Oh, I will,” I promised, and now I have.

if you'd like to say some kind things, or make unintelligible sounds, feel free to check this out over on ao3!

[niiine]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

Characters. Kazuha, GN! Reader.

Synopsis. Only when you're invloved that Kaedehara kazuha can show a few things that he's usually not—like possessiveness for example.

Fluff, jealous Kazuha

Inspired by this. (With permission) Check this, it's soo cute.

Mentions of "Beautiful", and Kazu's jealous of a man.

NOT PROOF READ!!!

Saw this pictures from Mei_xxy! on tiktok and thought, I want a whole scenario with jealous Kazuha. Kazuha babyyy be home next patch alrightt? And also, 500+ followers 😳 Thank you for reading my trashes peeps. You make me happy!

“Ahh, the wind is telling me that we ar—”

“Kazuha if you don’t shut up, I swear I’m going to throw you out in the sea.”

The gentle lad sighed at his crewmate’s outburst—he can’t blame him though; he had been pestering him about just how far more it would take before the Crux reach Liyue for the past three hours now. He can’t help it you know; he misses you so much and for him, it’s nothing but agonizing.

Dragging his feet up the crow’s nest where he plans to spend the rest of the day before he can see you again, his heart sinking even further at the thought that it wouldn’t be any time soon. He drifts into a light slumber, begging for his dreams to about his beloved.

“Kazuhaa!” Beidou’s shout wake him from sleep, eyes fluttering open and somehow, sleepiness’ still vivid in the way he lazily closed them again. That is, until the captain announced their arrival at the land of Geo. A flash of silver plunged as he jumped from the Crow’s nest, his ever-calm face now adorned with giddiness. “Captain! I’m gonna go see (name)!” and he’s gone even before Beidou could wish him a safe trip. The wandering samurai can’t wait to be home.

The streets of Liyue’s still as busy as ever. Usually, he would stay away from rowdy environment. The excitement and chaos clashing in his calm demeanor, but right now, the idea of melting in your hands just seems stronger than any uncomfortable conditions. The image of him planting his face into your presence brought a serene smile into his porcelain face—really, only can bring out this side of him.

His eyes darted forward; he wants to buy something from Wanmin to bring with him for you. And that’s when he sees you, as dazzling and beautiful as ever—and…him. You’re talking with a man so happily, present as you exchange words that is inaudible to his ears. A frown decorates Kazuha’s face as an unfamiliar emotion tugged at his gentle heart. His feet move towards your direction, hoping to gain your attention. Surely you will be more excited and happier to see him than to talk with this guy, right? But his advances are drowned in the noise of the crowd, and probably because you and your companion are facing the restaurant, thus he remained unnoticed.

He cleared his throat, hoping once again trying to snatch your gaze. No avail.

His lips quivered. Come oon, your boyfriend’s here you know!

“Hello, Sir…” He trailed off, eyes drooped and an annoyed expression resting on his face. He wasn’t always like this, but he hadn’t seen you for days and now it looks like you’re not in love with him anymore (I live for dramatic Anemo boys supremacy. Regardless if it’s the ever so collected Kaedehara kazuha).

It even sends him in more turmoil as the man you’re talking to doesn’t listen when he called him out. The guy left him no choice. He huffed exaggeratedly as he caged your form between his strong arms, earning a cute squeak from you.

He looked over your shoulders and glared at the man, “Excuse me. They’re my partner, return them to me now please.” Before burying his red face in the crook of your neck. You understand right away what’s happening, your hands finding its way to your lover’s silver locks. A soft, gentle laugh escapes your lips.

“Kazuha, he’s my brother”

“What?”

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

IDEA BASED ON ARCHON QUEST A G A I N

For the case of Lyney, reader who’s from fontaine attended the trial.(ig it implies fem reader bit fuck canon gn reader supremacy)

After getting out however; there was an attempt at making them victim of serial disappearances just like how Navia was targeted and almost turned to water; someone spiked reader’s drink with primordial sea water.

Childe(as human form while in fontaine city)was the one who realized that the drink looked a but watered down and simply wrong before he heard light of the disappearances in fontaine and it made his blood boil when he realized that someone was planning to make his precious beloved dissolve into water. He became extremely cautious and careful; checking every drink or every piece of liquid that would even come close to reader. Sometimes even having to hold himself back from transforming into FL like he does when he’s more overprotective

So when he got accused as the person behind serial disappearances; he was ready to beat the shit out of someone. he’s mad, he is PISSED. when the machine of justice of whatever places him guilty however? that was it, the extremely overprotective FL could not be held back.

YEAHHHH MORE ARCHON QUEST BRAINROT LET'S GOOOO

as soon as Childe hears about the disappearances and the primordial sea, he wants to get you out of Fontaine and to somewhere safer- or at least somewhere you couldn't dissolve into water. but Fontaine is your home, and he couldn't just uproot your entire life, so he has to settle for keeping an eye on your drinks and food at all times. Foul Legacy hisses just below the surface, barely restrained, and Childe makes do with holding you tightly at night, burying his face in the crook of your neck and mumbling that you'll be okay, you have to be okay

sometimes Foul Legacy comes out while he's asleep to hold you close, but he always makes sure to be back in his human form before you're awake

his trial comes out of nowhere, seemingly just because he's a Harbinger, and Childe has to keep himself from snapping in irritation the whole time. even when he thinks he's free, that old judge calls him back to have his verdict decided- and he's guilty. this must be a mistake, it has to be. how dare they accuse him of being behind the disappearances, when you, his partner, was almost killed the same way?! he can't- and doesn't want to- hold Foul Legacy back anymore, and his Abyssal half lets out an enraged roar. but he doesn't turn to attack, no, instead he zeroes in on you, the only audience member not screaming, and leaps over. with a hiss he curls around you, his fury only subsiding as you reach out to stroke his face, acutely aware of the eyes watching your every move. you hush Foul Legacy, a small smile on your face as he begins to purr before you catch the sound of approaching footsteps. Childe growls warningly, and you turn to stare firmly into the eyes of Chief Justice Neuvillette as he contemplates what to do next

[soracities]

i have a similar situation as that other anon whose crush is the same height and it makes me feel soooo silly in a good way to make eye contact with him but it is so nice to be able to like see him fully and it helps that he has extremely pretty dark eyes that glitter when he smiles and he just has a ridiculous charming crooked smile. gosh having a crush is ridiculous but so fun i love it

eye level supremacy....dark eyes supremacy.......this is everything anon i am giggling w excitement for you TRULY 💗

[kennysboxergf]

darkest.fluff.please. I NEED DARKESTTTTTTT MAYBE LIKE AFTER ONE OF THE WEAKEST LINK VIDEOS HES REALLY HAPPY THAT HES WON AND HE TALKS ABOUT IT AND YOU LISTEN TO HIM AND HES LIKE REALLY EXCITED

With Ease ~ Darkest

You watched as Darkest jumped up and down on the spot. You felt your heart bloom as he looked so happy at the prospect of just winning a game show on the Beta Squad channel.

You watched as he hugged his friends and they hugged him back. You watched as he smiled and laughed and screamed.

You watched as his eyes scanned over the crowd and locked onto yours. You watched as he walked towards you, his smile still big and his eyes alight.

You hugged him as he approached you and wrapped his hands gently around your shoulders. He whispered into your ears, “I won, I won” and you nodded back into his shoulder.

“Did you see me out there though?” He asked, his beanie had gone crooked on his head with the excitement so you reached out to fix it and you nodded again.

“I was so good, so fast, answering them questions faster than he could say them” he rambled on. He always did this when he got excited, rambled on. 

“Answered those general knowledge questions with easeeee” you said, a smile on your face to match his.

His eyebrows shot up as he repeated your words, “with easeeee” 

“Smartest of the mandem with easeee” he continued, you had a feeling this was about to turn into a quick 8 bar. He came up with those things so quick you were always baffled by how his mind worked but you started the beat nonetheless.

A little boom boom clap boom on the table next to you was enough to get him started,  “mathematics? Blud that’s a breeze, you wanna ask me bout chemistry? Bitch pleaseee” he put his hand over his mouth like that would censor his swearing and you let out a laugh at his actions.

“I came in here to play weakest link, had to stay in sync, made all these other losers rethink, the end came and I won in a wink” he said, rattling those words off his tongue like he had them written down somewhere.

The boys behind him cheered as he finished his song and you cheered with them. Darkest smiled even bigger as you did so and that’s when it clicked in your brain.

This was it. This was your endgame. You went home that night with him in a brilliant mood because of his win but you went home that night in a beautiful mood because of him.

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stop cus I hate this and the rap is bad but I had to get something out today cus I kinda promised it yesterday and also because Darkest supremacy

I also want to tag @betasquadthebestfr because they were slandering my baby and I refuse to let that slide so this is specifically for you

ANYWAY anon if u hate this as much as I do don’t be shy just request again I’ll write it better 😔

as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[writing-for-the-gays]

it can be more vague !!! I'm completely fine with that :) if you wanted to put some interests for the reader you could do art and illustration stuff !! something like the reader drawing Evan and stuff they do in their relationship if that's okay !!

OHOHOHO I HAVE IDEAS

SFW and fluffy! Two nerds in love bc I know Evan is a dweeb nerd. Writers block was up my ass on this one ✊😔

Deer coded Evan supremacy

Snail of seperation so you know where the fic starts

- you two were Internet friends for a long while before you ever met in person.

- you chatted casually on postal forums when the first game started picking up fans, and realized you were on a few other forums too, mainly music related ones, and slowly became friends.

- You began to message regularly on Myspace. Mostly about gaming and piracy.

- you two meet in person before the end of the year in 2008, at a new Year's Eve party both of you had been invited to.

-You kiss at that same party, right as the clock struck midnight.

- You both were really drunk, mind you, and honestly it was nothing more than a peck, but to the both of you it was crazy intense.

-you two go quite a bit after that, not messaging each other. Not for any particular reason (Evans overwhelming fear of fucking it up)

-but when you start talking again it's like nothing happened and you're stuck in a weird limbo of maybe being together for a bit.

- then he confesses.

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Your fingers tap lightly on the table, staring out the window into the drizzling rain outside makes you wonder if Evan is ever going to show up.

It's been 15 minutes since the meet up time and for a normally punctual person this was odd. It made you worried; but everything did recently, no shocker.

Taking a sip of the sweet drink you'd ordered didn't help calm your nerves, you weren't sure if it was because you didn't know what he wanted to talk about (you know very, very, well what he wants to talk about) or because he wasn't here yet but you didn't want to be seen, sinking into the plush chair.

The 'ding' of the coffee shop door opening makes you perk right back up, and lo and behold there he is, stoic and strong to like a stag in the forest, the light catches his eyes and they go from an earthy brown to a honey gold.

He squints against the sun, and scans the room looking for you, when he spots you, a hand goes up and he waves limply; in what feels like slow motion he moves over to your table and sits down.

You sit with him for a moment, an uncomfortable tension filling the space between the two of you. You inhale softly through your nose before begging to talk.

"Look I'm sorry about the new years party-"

"I'm sorry that I kissed you at the-"

Just at the same time he did. It makes you jump a bit and he blushes bright red. "ah go ahead-." He says quietly, gesturing at you.

"I'm sorry about the party... I'm... Ugh I'm sure you can guess I was drunk... I...." You stumble for what to say for A moment before Evan speaks suddenly

"I think I want to explore whatever... This is." He says, tapping a knuckle on the wooden top of the table. "It's... Understandable if you don't and I'm not going to force you into anything but I enjoyed that night, and if you're willing I'd like to-"

You damn near throw yourself onto him in a hug "Fuck- i was so worried i fucked it up-" you muttered softly into the crook of his neck, letting out a soft and crackly chuckle, his arms come up and wrap around you.

You look up from your spot in his neck and he smiles. You gently peck his lips and pull away.

"we've gotta order something doe eyes, I don't know if they'd appreciate us coming in here just to kiss and make up."

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- you two date casually starting from then, most people don't know you're in a relationship for about 4 months until you finally feel comfortable being out with him.

- homophobia is still pretty strong around this time but you and Evan have a conversation about what to do in situations like that (shooting them execution style is not a solution he is ok with, you've learned.)

- you both go pretty hard in the arts, he's more of a photography guy though, you spend time watching him from the porch as he marches around the tree line for stuff to picture, and sketching him when you think hes not looking.

- you have a small studio that you share with him from time to time, he mostly uses it to print digital photos because you have a fancy printer ✊😔. (You're only like 98% sure it's not the reason he's dating you)

- you 🤝 Ev = being wildly unprepared for habit

- you and habit are... On neutral terms. He's somehow gained a small amount of respect for you so he leaves you alone. You're more there to support Evan, while occasionally handling habit like a spider in a pacifist household (putting him outside. In the woods.) and evan eventually comes back fine, so you're not too worried.

- there's been a few times where you've found a deer carcass or two but. Yeah you can handle that.

- you think everything's ok? Evan seems at least content and you are perfectly happy.

-you and Evan do get married at some point, it's a low-key ceremony and reception, it would've been an elopement if you had any say, but Evan wanted the experience and honestly it was kind of nice.

- you full force throw a slice of cake in his face though, that was what you two wanted. (You break his nose but it's fine y'all laugh it off)

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Day5: "ABO/Omegaverse

"Ouch!"

"Sorry," Damian said in a sleepy voice. He kissed the spot on Tim's neck where he'd just left a fresh mark of his teeth. The bite was not strong and the skin had already begun to recover, which did not really satisfy Damian's inner omega, who rose a little higher than the previous bite and repeated it.

Tim looked up from his papers, leaning over to the young man who was lying on the couch with him. Shortly before Tim started working, Damian showed up asking for a lie down together. And who would Tim be if he refused his sleepy and sweet boyfriend.

Damian half hugged him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck close to the scent gland, soothed by the scent of his alpha.

"Why are you biting? I thought you wanted to sleep."

"I still do," Damian said sleepily. His long eyelashes fluttered as sleep washed over him. Tim touched his palm to one of the younger's ruddy cheeks, stroking it with his thumb. In anticipation of the oncoming heat wave, the boy's temperature was rising, so Tim's hands felt incredibly cool compared to Damian's hot skin. The younger clung to the touch, moaning a little at the pleasant sensation.

A contented quiet purr brought a smile to Tim's face. No matter how much he hears these sounds from his boyfriend, anyway, every time the butterflies return to his stomach.

"So you bite even in your sleep", Tim chuckled softly, plunging his fingers into Damian’s hair, stroking the sleepy omega.

Damian stood behind the stove and hummed a song along with the morning radio. He was in good spirits, rested and refreshed after a period of heat. She and Tim also had the day off, which meant they could go out for a walk somewhere.

Damian smiled, continuing to wield the spatula in the frying pan as Tim shuffled behind him, probably crawling out of the bedroom to the smell of food. As Damian expected, there was a yawn first, and then he was hugged from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. Mentally counting to five, Damian smiled at the accuracy with which the elder's body almost regularly followed - Tim collected the last pieces of sleep and yawned, and finally waking up, said: "Good morning" - and reached for Damian's cheek.

Ready for a morning kiss on the cheek, Damian leaned forward. He almost answered the morning greeting when, instead of a kiss, Tim nibbled on his cheek. Slightly pulled and chewed in addition. Of course, Tim did not hurt him, but the feeling of chewing remained.

Damian covered his cheek with one hand, staring over his shoulder at Tim indignantly.

"What am I, food?"

"Tastes like marshmallow."

While Damian squinted angrily, trying to fry the guy with his eyes, Tim just bit his shoulder, causing the young man to yelp in surprise.

"Stop biting me!" Damian lightly slapped the alpha on the top of his head, immediately meeting a disgruntled face.

"You constantly bite me, but I can't you, then?"

"When did I bite you?" averting his eyes, the younger muttered, for which he received one more bite. He tried to break free of Tim's grip, but no luck. He was caught in a trap, and the key to liberation was hung up on his conscience.

"It's literally your habit. Give you free rein, you wouldn’t even open your jaw until you bit off a piece of me."

Damian pouted, admitting defeat. He was not happy about it too. As a child, he bit everyone for obvious reasons, but he had long since weaned himself from this. Why habit showed up now was a mystery. Like alpha-omega, their relationship was modern, equal, but, apparently, his dominant omega still wanted to fight for supremacy, marking the alpha with victorious marks. At least that's what Jason put forward. Actually, this topic was closed.

"So what, you want to bite me in retaliation?"

"It's your prerogative, but yes. Instead of food, I will eat your chubby cheeks."

Tim reached for Damian's face again, trying to bite him on the cheek, but this time, the younger pulled back just in time.

"Be careful with your words, Timothy Drake, I have a shovel in my hand and I know how to use it."