#im sorry i'll edit when i get the chance but this is such a rough sketch

[tszylover]

mo forgets their first anniversary :) 

prompt by @aotomegane

something was off. 

mo guan shan wasn’t exactly sure what this something was but he tian had been acting... weirdly all day. 

he was clingier (even now he tian had his arm across his shoulders and his side pressed against his), more smiley (not the usually demonic grin but something softer) and a little quieter (as if he was trying to enjoy something while it lasted). 

mo wasn’t sure what to make of it. he tried to rack his brain for something that could have brought about this sudden shift in mood but there was nothing. was it his birthday? nah, his birthday isn’t until [month]. 

did... did i do something to make him happy?

his brain went quiet, like the strange calm after the departure of a loud bus leaving you behind on an empty street. mo rubbed his forehead as if trying to erase away his thoughts and stared at he tian, visible only through his side eye.

“little mo, is there something on my face?” he tian questioned, despite his closed eyes. how the fuck-? mo jerked in response, moving his increasingly blushing face to look at the weird looking tree in front of him instead.

“shut up! i wasn’t looking at you.”

“baby, i’m your boyfriend. you hold every right to look at me. touch me too, if you want.” he tian flirted, it seemed to come naturally to him... like breathing. 

mo scoffed but his red face was a dead give away. 

“i mean you’d have to give me something for today, right? i mean i’ll take a kiss for now but we could always go home. your place or mine?”. he tian wiggled his eyebrows. 

“what’s today?” mo asked, ignoring the last sentence that the dumbass next to him had just spurted out.

he tian gasped dramatically.

“what?”

“no... no way.” he tian’s voice was “sad”, but simultaneously full of mischief. “you forgot our first anniversary?” 

“huh?” mo wasn’t sure what to say. 

“you did! you forgot our anniversary!” he tian was starting to get loud and people were starting to look. fucking chicken dick was doing this on purpose. “i thought you cared about me, i guess not!”

“he tian! shut up!”

“oh! now you’re telling me to shut up!” he tian’s voice wasn’t getting any lower. mo’s skin tingled with self-awareness and shoved a hand over he tian’s mouth. or tried to, at least. he tian grasped mo’s wrist and pulled him closer to his chest. 

 he tian whispered “mo... i’ll shut up if you let me try something tonight.” 

mo looked around, everyone was looking at them. “fine! let’s just get out of here!” he said, grabbing he tian’s hand and running towards in the first direction he thought of. he tian’s place. 

[bettathanyou]

Ok ok so you do nsfw, perfect, happy to meet so many horny people just like me. So idk is there a chance I could ask for A fic or headcanons (whatever you prefer) of facesiting with Cedric?👀

IDK HE STRIKES ME AS THE KIND OF GUY THAT WOULD ENJOY THIS AND I SEE NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT.

Take as much time as you need. I hope you have a wonderfull day❤️

(sorry if there is any gramer or spelling errors. English is not my first lenguage)

Also im not yet confident with you knowing my account, and this propably not the last time i would request something from you so for now refer to me as

-🐌 anon

Hello, 🐌!! Thank you sm for the request and LET ME TELL YOU. CEDRIC IS SUCH A GIVER IN BED FACE SITTING WOULD BE HIS BREAD AND BUTTER I DECLARE IT!! Also, this fic will be written from an AFAB perspective, so references to that type of genitalia/nudity will be used.

Edit: this ask has been rotting in my drafts since forever, I don't think I'll finish it because I lost motivation for it, and im so sorry anon. I figure it's better to give you what I have versus never answering at all, so I hope this can give you a little bit of happiness.

Just A Taste, Darling

Warnings: Make out session and it gets slightly smutty

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Laying on the plush mattress beneath, your eyes are fixed on reddish bruised lips from an intense make out session, and a hungry amber stare obscured by locks of silver and ebony. Your hand traces the curve of the sorcerer's cheek for a moment, relishing the flushed and soft skin.

Cedric hums deep in his throat, leaning into your palm. He kisses it, once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his hand covering yours. Smiling, you reciprocate with your lips, tracing a line of chaste kisses down the bridge of his nose.

"You're driving me mad, love..." Cedric huffs in desire, his breath warm against your face.

"You hardly seem mad to me, Cedric." You tease him with a playful grin, chuckling when he rolls his eyes.

"You know what I meant-"

"Yes, I know." You reassure him, taking his lips again for another kiss.

Cedric's breath caught in his throat, thrown off by the unexpected display of affection. However, his shock ebbs away once his own desire for you rises once again. Cedric takes quick control of the kiss, pressing his lips and his body flush against you, a maddening need to eliminate every inch of negative space separating you from himself. He groans into your mouth from his own frustration- kissing you only added fuel to the fire of need rapidly consuming him; it did naught to quell it.

Cedric's hands slide up the sides of your arms, the rough texture of his gloves sending shivers up your exposed flesh. You sigh, parting your lips and Cedric followed, his tongue joining yours. Sparks of arousal flickered deep in your belly from the contact, breathing in his herbal scent and tasting him through the exchange of more open mouthed, passionate kisses. Wrapping your arm around his neck, your hand buried itself into his scalp, tugging the hair gently to further tease the sorcerer.

Cedric shifts his weight on top of you, engulfing you with his lithe frame. A few breathy hums of need come from his throat, edged on by your fingers roaming in his hair and trailing down his neck. The sound of it couldn't help but make your heart race, as well as turn you on even further. Cedric returns the gesture by finding your pulse beneath his lips, kissing down the hollow of your neck and leaving love bites that got rougher and more desperate the lower he went.

"Cedric..." You whined, feeling that familiar ache for more starting to blur your thoughts together.