Omg I love your marriage HCs, but I personally always imagined Seven proposing and MC just laughing in his face and he's like "oh god did I do something wrong fuck frick frack fruck fuck-" And then MC pulling oUT AN ENGAGEMENT RING WITH ANGEL WINGS ENGRAVED ON IT AND THEN GETTING DOWN ON ONE KNEE JUST LIKE "WELL SHIT YOU BEAT ME TO IT"
fuck frick frack fruck fuck -my senior quote.
HE’D PISS HIMSELF IF MC PROPOSED LIKE HEY NO I WANT TO PROPOSE SO THEY’D BOTH BE ON ONE KNEE LIKE
Okay so I'm obsessed with your art and writing and I can't stop thinking about the first time Andrew says "yes" to Neil giving him head and omg please please please (if u have time) could u write something about it ???? Xxx
thank you, darling!! ive held onto this prompt for a bit because i wanted to write a fic for it, but the muse just isn’t cooperating. so i hope this format is okay!
It’s been a few months since Andrew and Neil started… nothing. A few months of nothing. A few months of sloppy kisses on rooftops and frantic locker-room hand jobs. A few months of Andrew’s mouth mapping every inch of Neil’s body. A few months where Andrew still hasn’t let Neil return the favour.
It’s not for lack of trying on Neil’s part. Every time he draws hooded eyes over the sharp line of Andrew’s jaw or the somehow seductive jut of his collarbones, he wants, wants wants so badly it hurts. Sometimes he lets a hand hover just over the button of Andrew’s jeans, eyes burning— but when Andrew grips his wrist and says “No. Not today,” he always lets it drop.
Until. One day he’s straddling Andrew’s lap in a chair, pants around his thighs and Andrew’s hand around his cock, and something seems different. Andrew is so keyed up, so intense, and so when Neil sinks to the floor at the foot of the chair after he comes, he’s confident. He looks up at Andrew, skin flushed and lips swollen, and says “I want to blow you. Yes? Or no?”
Andrew stares down at him for a moment— and then says “Yes.”
I would also like to take this opportunity to raise something that has been bothering me for sometime. Last New Year’s Eve I was at a “Lone Ranger” themed party where some of us, myself included, wore the traditional dress of First Nations people. I was stupidly unaware of the offence this may have caused and the sensitivity around this issue. I sincerely and unreservedly apologise to all First Nations people for this thoughtless action. I now appreciate that there is a great need for a deeper understanding of the complex and extensive issues facing indigenous communities. I hope that in highlighting my own ignorance I can help in some small way.