#over and over and Hmpf hands moving together

[hoshifighting]

virgin!seokmin x reader

warnings: first time experience, oral, penetrative sex, face time...

seokmin was that friend you could talk to about anything. your late-night calls ranged from serious topics to the funniest, belly-laugh-inducing conversations. during one of these late-night calls, seokmin confessed that he was a virgin. he saw you through the screen, expecting you to be super shocked or laugh at him. shy, he moved out of the camera's view, but you just shrugged your shoulders, saying it was normal.

"you expected me to be shocked?" you asked, a slight smile playing on your lips.

"well, yeah," seokmin admitted, his voice tinged with nervousness. "i mean, it's not something i go around telling people."

you paused to think. "actually, i am a bit surprised because you're gorgeous. every woman would like to be with you. so yeah, i didn’t expect you to be a virgin."

seokmin’s eyes widened as he reappeared on the screen, genuinely taken aback by your honesty. "every woman?" he repeated. "including...you?"

you shrugged, lying back on your bed, glancing at your screen, which showed seokmin’s bare shoulders as he sat on his bed. "including me."

seokmin tried to joke, though his voice carried a serious undertone. "don’t say that or i’ll show up at your door at 3 a.m."

you put a dramatic hand on your forehead, joining his joke. "oh, i’m so scared that a very hot seokmin will appear at my door and let me fuck him."

seokmin was flabbergasted, and you could see it on your screen. you just smirked at him. a moment later, you heard the notification sound of the call ending. an hour later, seokmin knocked on your door. you opened it, shocked. "you really came!"

"yes, i did!" he said, exasperated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you knew that a virgin’s horniness could be high, but not like this. it took mere seconds for you to be out of your pajamas, spread on your bed as he eagerly, though clumsily, sucked on your clit. his eagerness and the slight clumsiness were endearing, and it was sloppy in just the way you liked it. the sensations were overwhelming, and you came quickly, moaning his name.

"seokmin," you breathed, pulling his face up to yours. you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. "slide into me," you guided him, your voice a husky whisper.

seokmin's eyes were wide, his breath coming in quick pants. he nodded, positioning himself between your legs. you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you helped guide him inside you. the sensation of him stretching you open made you both moan loudly.

"hmpf, fuck, this is good," he gasped, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. "just like that, seokmin. you’re doing so well," you encouraged, your voice breathy with pleasure.

seokmin’s movements were a bit tentative at first, but as he gained confidence, his thrusts became more assured. "fuck, you’re so tight," he groaned, his eyes locking onto yours.

you smiled up at him, your hands running over his back. "you’re amazing, seokmin. i knew you would be."

he blushed at your praise, his hips moving faster. the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, mingled with your moans and his groans. seokmin’s rhythm grew more frantic, his grip on your hips tightening as he neared his climax.

"i’m close," he panted, his forehead resting against yours. "so close."

"me too," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. "cum for me, seokmin."

with a final, deep thrust, seokmin buried himself inside you, both of you crying out as you came together. his body trembled, his breath coming in short gasps as he spilled inside you. you clung to him, your own orgasm washing over you. 

[justporo]

Because I don't have enough ideas yet, I challenged my bf to give me an out of pocket writing prompt (I was way too deep in my head today so far, so I wanted a mood change). So here is what he came up with:

Scratch ate some piece of jewellery and now Tav and Astarion have to find a fantasy vet (Halsin, it's gonna be Halsin)

So here goes nothing:

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Wordcount: 2k

Saving the Dog in Distress

The troupe had been sitting together by the campfire enjoying the stew Gale had cooked for tonight while the wizard had kept complaining that the artifact you had handed him for his more specific hunger had disappeared without a trace. “Maybe you’re just trying to hoard up all the artifacts behind your back and this is your way to make Tav give you even more”, Astarion had quipped. “Or – even more likely – you simply forgot you already sucked up all the magic because you do too many things at a time”, Karlach had offered as an alternative. Gale had looked angrily at the both of them while you had simply shrugged and promised to try and get him something else tomorrow.

Afterwards the party had disbanded and everyone had been going about their own stuff.

Since Astarion’s confession about his feelings for you, it had become a custom for you and the vampire to snuggle up in his tent come nighttime and spend the night together with trivialities before you laid down for rest together. You usually talked a lot, used the time to get to know each other better, fulfilled some chores (Astarion had - albeit reluctantly - become the camp’s seamster and you the group’s navigator and cartographer) or you just read something together.

Tonight, Scratch had joined you when you had sauntered over to the vampire’s tent to settle down with Astarion for the night. That had significantly soured the pale elf’s mood from his usual grin when he had seen the two of you sauntering over. But you deeply adored the sweet stray which the vampire knew and so Astarion had accepted his fate that the dog would join your cuddle session tonight.

And so, the three of you laid all snuggled up: Astarion on his back, head on a pillow, one arm was holding you and caressing your back as you were snuggled up to his side and head on his chest. His other hand was holding a book in which he tried to read but he was frequently getting distracted by how Scratch was laying on his other side and kept squirming around when you kept petting him.

The dog was now laying across the vampire’s chest and stomach so he could lick your face while you tried to stop him from doing that. When Scratch jumped up excitedly and forcefully landed with his front paws on Astarion’s solar plexus, the vampire “hmpf”ed when all air was driven out of his lungs.

“Alright, the two of you will have to behave now or the vampire is going to put a leash on you – the both of you”, Astarion hissed although you could hear a little bit of a chuckle in his threat. “Don’t promise what you can’t fulfill”, you teased him back and smirked at him naughtily. The vampire looked at you in annoyance while you just chuckled.

You lifted your upper body up so you could lean over him and give him a short but sweet kiss. He immediately grabbed the back of your head softly and deepened the kiss. But when you moved in closer a sudden yelp stopped you. Still leaning over Astarion you turned your head to Scratch who was suddenly sitting in the far corner of the tent, ears drooping, tail basically between his legs and heaving as if he was about to throw up.

The vampire immediately pushed up from his laying position: “Oh no no no, the dog is not going to barf inside my tent! Take him outside!” You crawled over to the white dog who was still desperately heaving and had started howling miserably.

“What is it, Scratch?”, you softly whispered to the stray and reached out to him but the dog winced and turned away even further. “Please, love, take him outside”, Astarion pleaded with you after he had changed into a sitting position. “I can’t if he doesn’t want me to. I think he’s in pain”, you replied and reached out to the dog again.

This time he let you touch him, but he still whimpered as you touched him softly. “Well, don’t you have a spell for this type of situation”, the vampire suggested. You threw him a confused look then remembered that he was right of course. You mumbled the incantation to be able to speak with animals then softly addressed the yelping pup: “What’s wrong, Scratch? Are you hurting?”

“Tummy hurts”, he blurted out. “Can’t get it out.” He was dry heaving again and a shudder moved through his whole body. Astarion came up next to where you knelt. He did not repeat his request to you but instead now actually looked kind of worried himself.

“What can’t you get out? Scratch, did you eat something you weren’t supposed to?”, you carefully asked the dog again who was panting hard. “Oh shit”, you heard Astarion let out under his breath next to you. Oh no, you both probably had had a similar thought.

“Shiny thing the wizard had”, Scratch spat out in between full body shivers. “Thought it was a treat, but it was really tough and not tasty at all”, he continued to explain.

“Oh by the Nine Hells, the dog ate the fucking magical artifact”, Astarion moaned and leaned back on his feet from his kneeling position and burrowed his face in his hands while lifting his face up to the sky. Scratch started to whimper guiltily at the vampire’s accusation. “I’m sorry, friend”, he sobbed and kept shivering, his ears drooping even more now.

When you tried to reach for him to check his stomach but he immediately withdrew and let out a howl of pain. “We need to get him to Halsin, he probably has an idea how to help him”, you said more to Astarion than to the dog. The vampire’s brows had furrowed deeply – obviously he cared more about the dog then he let on. “Should I wake the druid and get him over here?”, he asked but you shook your head. “No, we need to get Scratch out of the tent first, I guess. No way your tent will stay in one piece if you let the seven feet druid in here to deal with a majorly hurting dog”, you gave back and looked at the vampire begging.

Astarion pressed his mouth into a line – no way to argue with that logic. “Please help me, with him, Astarion. You’re stronger than me, can you carry him? I’ll go ahead and wake Halsin up!”, you explained your plan and were already scurrying out of the tent while the vampire was too stunned to reply quickly enough.

Scratch was now silently whimpering and made big sad puppy eyes at the vampire. Astarion stared at him a moment longer before he sighed in defeat. “Please don’t bite me. I’d rather not be on the receiving end”, he murmured and crawled closer to the dog whose tail started to wag weakly despite the pain he was in.

Carefully, Astarion tried to scoop up the large dog into his arms. The dog yowled but obviously heeded the words of warning by the vampire, understanding that he was about to receive help, and tried to hold still. Once the stray was in the elf’s arms Astarion awkwardly crawled out of his tent.

You had run over to where Halsin had been meditating and had quickly woken him up and started to explain what had seemingly happened to the druid who was still only half in the waking world. Once he had caught onto your meaning he had quickly gotten up and started to rummage through his stuff while mumbling about what might be the best to do in this kind of situation.

While the druid was busy you stood around anxiously before you turned around to see Astarion approaching.

For a second or two your heart stopped and your jaw dropped. There he was carrying the poor animal in his arms over to you, his hair still perfect, one curl falling into his face playfully, the muscles on his naked forearms tensed while carrying the large dog. For a second there Astarion almost looked like the perfect fairytale prince. Despite the situation you positively swooned.

You kept staring as the vampire came over and carefully set down the patient. Halsin thanked Astarion by grabbing his elbow for a second and smiling warmly at him. Then the druid got to work. With a calm voice he talked to the dog who immediately seemed much more relaxed in the druid’s presence.

Astarion came over to you: “Judging by the look you gave me I should save more animals, shouldn’t I? You were almost barking yourself.” At first you wanted to humour him but then you decided to only roll your eyes at him while he kept smirking. “Way to ruin every good thing you’ve ever done, Astarion.”

You kept watching how Halsin tended to Scratch. He was mumbling some incantation and shortly after the dog heaved again and again until something sparkly came out of him. And it was – the amulet that had been missing and was actually meant for Gale! The dog heaved one final time then shook himself and sank down on the floor again, his tail was lazily wagging again though.

Halsin happily grabbed the dog by his ears and gave him a big smooch. The druid seemed positively giddy that he had saved Scratch from his pain. He turned to you grinning: “Good thing the two of you acted so quickly. I guess our canine friend will have a stomach ache for some time longer but with some of my special porridge and a lot of water he should be his happy, tail-wagging self again very soon.” He beamed at you – it was obvious that helping creatures in need was one if not the greatest joy in life for the towering elven druid.thethe

You beamed back, it was hard not to feel warm and happy around the druid’s positive and kind aura. And you could swear even Astarion had let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Halsin”, you said and stepped in for a quick hug with the much taller druid.

“No need, this is my purpose. Now, I will take care of our friend and I guess the two of you will want to get back to resting”, Halsin answered and squeezed you. You stepped back and grabbed Astarion’s hand, ready to do as the druid had said.

“Wait – what am I supposed to do with this now?”, Halsin said, so you turned around once more. He was pointing at the magical amulet that formerly had been for Gale. It was full of dog spit and also probably some of Scratch’s previous meals. You couldn’t help but make a disgusted face.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it”, Astarion immediately answered with a mischievous sparkle in his red eyes. You were sure he was up to no good, but you let him do as he wished. But to your surprise he went back to his tent and only returned after a minute or two, carrying a small piece of paper. Then he grabbed the very wet amulet while gagging and making a face and snuck over to Gale’s tent.

He lifted the flap ever so silently and obviously placed the amulet back with his original owner. You watched Astarion close Gale’s tent again and he came back snickering. “What have you done, Astarion?”, you asked but still grabbed his arm to walk back to the vampire’s tent.

“Oh nothing, just returned the artifact to the supposed owner”, he replied with a wink and gave you a quick kiss.

The next morning the whole camp woke to the wizard screaming: “WHO OF YOU JESTERS DID THIS?”

He had woken up to find the amulet full of dog barf next to him on his pillow. Under it was a small note that said:

“Sowwy, I ates your treat, sir wizard. It was nat very tasty, you can has it bak now! XX Scratch”

[enstarriedownbad]

Koga Oogami x F!reader

Minors DNI

Genre: smut

Tags: switch!Koga, alone in a room, music, band, crush, unprotected

Plot: After your senior Rei graduated high school, Koga is now in charge of the music club room. However, music is not the only stuff he is doing when locking the door.

Words: 2,012

By clicking on "show more," you acknowledge that you are 18+ and consent to read this fiction.

"Today is just the two of us, huh?" you ask.

"Yep. The twins had to go to their job or somethin' and Dekosuke is too busy with his actual club. Hmpf," he pouts. "Now that this damn vampire isn't there anymore, the room feels empty..." he sadly says.

"Let's practice our instruments!" you tell him, cheering him up.

"Yea, let's do that," he replies, pulling out his guitar from its case. "I can't wait to practice this song".

"Same", you say as you get your instrument ready.

"Especially with you..." he whispers

"What was that?" you ask, a bit red, after all, you and him are in some sort of 'talking stage'.

"N-nothin'!"

You turn on the mixing table. All the cables are connected.

Koga starts the countdown.

"1 and 2. And 1 2 3 4!"

The song starts.

🎵🎶

It is common for musicians to take a liking to one another. But while playing, it is not a myth that we feel euphoric about each other. Especially when it's a duet.

Sure, it was not supposed to be one, but right now, it's just the two of you.

The music is so groovy.

The sound of his guitar mixing so well with your own instrument is captivating both of you.

The song ends. You both smile at each other.

This small moment of just you two smiling after rehearsal is so sweet.

"That was so cool!" you shout. "I think we're one step away from the final version!"

"For sure..." he softly replies.

"Mhh, maybe it could sound even better if you did the rhythm on the pre-chorus instead of doing the lead," you say as you approach him.

"Or maybe like that?" he asks while playing a mix of both lead and rhythm, perfectly.

His fingers strum the strings with ease. He moves his left hand with such flexibility. Koga looks so concentrated. You look at him with admiration.

The guitarist continues playing perfectly, but now he's not looking at his instrument anymore. As the melody keeps going, your eyes meet. You feel an arrow hit your heart.

You become momentarily speechless, lost in thoughts, only thinking about Koga. His musical skills, his golden eyes, his fluffy grey hair, his gentle persona he keeps hidden... You want him.

And it looks like he wants you too. He's been staring at your lips and eyes for a while now.

"Is anyone here?" someone asks while knocking on the door.

Without stopping eye contact, Koga slowly stops playing. He walks up to the door.

"We're busy," he says as he locks the door with no hesitation.

He goes back to his chair and puts his guitar down.

You only stare at each other for a few seconds before you sit on his lap, facing him.

Your two lips meet each other for the first time. You begin making out. No words were necessary. Koga's tongue finds its way to the inside of your mouth, licking your own.

He who is rather shy when it comes to romance is actually pretty dominant when it comes to 'that'. Koga kisses you over and over again, each time twisting your two tongues together, with the string of saliva getting thicker and thicker every time you kiss.

You can tell you're getting all wet. You're really into it, pushing back and forth between your two mouths.

You're not the only one who's all excited. Koga puts one hand on your thigh, and the other one on your back, pulling you closer to him.

As he closes the gap between you two, you feel something poking against your crotch. You think you know what's happening. But you can't even look down, too busy making out. While keeping his hand on your thigh, Koga begins thrusting a bit. You guessed correctly. He's bricked.

The friction is so good. Every time he moves his waist, his covered cock rubs against your clit. You get wetter and wetter. You're about to reach your climax.

You keep on sucking on his tongue as he's thrusting all nice and clean. His hand grabs your thigh, he tilts his head and moans.

"Mnhh..." he lets out while thrusting.

You move your waist as well, adding more tension. Your two crotches are begging to get some release now. You let out some moans as well.

Your tongues are wrestling even faster, following the intensity of the kiss session.

"Mh! Mhh!" you shout even though the sound barely leaves your mouth, blocked by the guitarist's.

Your mouths are fighting to take the lead, with yours pushing onto his for one second, and his pushing into yours for the other.

"Mmh!" Koga moans.

"Mmnh!" you follow.

As the pace gets quicker, Koga seems to win the lead. His lips and tongue push onto yours, making your head lean back, and drawing Koga get even closer to you.

You can't tell what feels better between your tongue being aggressively sucked, or your clit being so well rubbed.

Tears start forming in your eyes, amusing Koga.

You really enjoy Koga taking the lead. Now, all you can think about is him. Your climax is arriving.

"Mnh!!" you moan over and over as wet noises leave your mouth.

Your vagina's juices are even warmer now.

"mmh..." he moans.

Koga's soft sounds, the aggressiveness...

You are so leaned backward that your weight is now entirely relying on Koga's arm. Your two tongues are fighting like there is no tomorrow. You feel your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

"Mmnh!!" you moan out loud as Koga doesn't slow down the thrusts or tongue wrestling.

Your juices are finally being released. Koga holds keeps holding on to you. His hard dick is still pushing onto your cumming slit. It feels so good your roll your eyes while still seeing blurry from your tears.

Koga's lips finally leave yours to get some new air.

You two stare at each other, all sweaty.

The look he's sending you is anything but innocent.

"I'm not done with you," he whispers into your ear before standing up.

He suddenly carries you in his arms and puts you on top of a table.

You rapidly remove your tops. Following you, the man gets rid of his blazer and shirt. Your bra, bottom, and panties all end up on the floor.

As he's removing his belt, you hear the sound of metal tickling. Koga hastily removes his pants and boxers and spreads your legs open.

He takes a good at your body, in awe, but also in lust, judging from his heavy boner.

"Shouldn't I wear a condom?" he asks, worrying about you.

No matter which emotion it is, his cheeks are painted with red.

"Today is a safe day," you reply.

"Then, are you ready...?" he asks you, all shy yet so horny.

"Mm!" you nod.

Without wasting a second, Koga puts your legs over his shoulders and presses his erect cock against your wet slit.

"Here I come," he says as he penetrates you.

His thing slides into your insides, opening your walls.

"You're so tight," he tells you. "And so wet... Mhh," he already moans while only just entering.

The sensation is so good. He's slowly exploring your body, not going straight into destroying you. He seems to keep his gentle side in bed.

You are officially doing that at school.

You feel the nerves of his cock going farther inside you. It feels so good that you already have tears back in your eyes.

"Koga..." you moan.

You look up, only to be met with a pair of eyes looking at you like you're his most important desire. He seems to be madly in love with you.

"Y/N..."

"Mh?"

"I'm gonna start moving," he softly says.

With that being said, the man slowly starts thrusting into your heat.

"It feels nice," you say while smiling at him.

Although his tip is not violently hitting your cervix, you feel it rubbing against your end.

You have such a nice view of Koga. Abs, muscular, tan, and his dick is definitely on the larger side.

His thrusts are gentle and passionate.

"hahh..." he moans.

His hands are going over your boobs and thigh with care. You caress his face.

You feel his dick going in and out of you. Wet noises leave your bodies with each thrust.

Koga is getting quite serious at this. His pace is slowly getting more intense.

You can't help but lubricate even more. His thick cock feels so good. Your man's cock keeps penetrating you, covered in your love juices. Now, the wet sounds are way too naughty.

"Koga~ I'm about to..." you say as your pussy feels warmer and warmer along with his cock.

"Mnh... Me too... Come here," he moans as he grabs you by the waist and pulls your entire body closer to him by making you slide over the table.

His dick is now reaching your deepest end. The room temperature probably got up by a few degrees.

Your female instincts hit you. With your legs still above his shoulders, you cross your legs around him.

As for your male, he firmly grabs your two wrists with his strong hands. His lips find their way back to yours. You're now in a completely submissive position. It couldn't be more erotic.

Koga showers you with kisses while his dick is on the rough side. The thrusts are making such a loud noise.

"Y/N... Y/N! mhh~" he moans.

"hAh~" you let out.

Koga licks on the outside and inside parts of your mouth. It feels so nice to make love with him.

"Koga..."

"Y/N... T-together... Let's... hah~"

The speed of his kisses and thrusts is at its peak.

You can feel your climax approaching.

"I-I'm cumming!" you mumble against your breath.

"Y/N..!"

His penis finds its way to your very end, firmly stays in place against your cervix, and finally unloads his cum.

You feel his semen pouring inside of your womb as he grasps on your wrists even firmlier. He's shooting loads and loads into you, like he and his cock have been waiting forever to finally cum inside you.

"B-be my girl. That way, I can do that to you... every day," he asks you out while still in the middle of his climax.

"I'll be your girl," you reply while being filled with his cum. "I love you, Koga."

"I love you too," he confesses while cooling down.

After the two of you take a few breaths, you continue kissing and kissing over and over again, after which he finally pulls out.

"I'll take even more care of you, from now on," he happily tells you with a grin, "now that you're my..." he gets shy.

"Girlfriend!" you reply with a smile.

"Duh!" He says while his face is all red.

Your boyfriend helps you put on your bra and shirt. This moment feels so intimate. You pat his head.

"Let's make more 'music' together when it's just the two of us in this room," you tease him while stroking his hair.

"Hah... Don't mess me with like that or who knows what I'll do to you!" he replies like the true tsundere he is. "I mean look at what you're wearing right now, nothin's stopping me from going for a secon--" he looks at you.

Your eyes are showing that you are not against the idea of a second round.

"Who says I'm not down?" you mess with him.

Koga gets bright red and covers his eyes with his hands, to stop being tempted by your body.

"But, don't we have a repetition soon? And aren't the twins gonna pull up any second now?"

"What if they do? Remember, you locked the door so we couldn't be disturbed."

You take his hand into yours and kiss his cheek.

"Come here," you invite him for a hug as you spread your arms.

"Hmpf!"

He falls into your arms.

Looks like you two aren't done with your rehearsal.

I left Y/N's instrument up to interpretation to leave more room for immersion.

Also,

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LOOK WHO IS BACK BABYYY 👤‼️❗️❗️❗️

HOLY MOTHERF- AKSHEUGUAAAHHH

I missed writing fr fr fr fr 👤🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣👤💔

I started writing this one like 3 days ago out of nowhere. My 2 drafts (Mama, Leo) have been eating dust for months now helppp 👤🧹💨

Sorry I couldn't feed yall starving fellow enstarries down bad, here is your food. 👤🥪🌮🌯🌭

I hope you missed me cause I missed yall 👤👥️

Signing off, enstarriedownbad 👤❤️‍🔥

[theangrykimchi]

For the Thorki kiss number 33 please 🙏

I had such a hard time deciding which premise I wanted for this kiss it was insane lol I hope you will like some canon-adjacent thoughts 🥰

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“-the righteousness surging! Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer–hmpf!”

Loki lets the Captain’s Glamour drop as he gets knocked back against a pillar, Thor's massive hand pressing against his mouth to shut him up. He thrashes a little at the sudden manhandling but it's mostly for show. Loki knows this. Thor also knows this, because as soon as Loki grabs his hand Thor retracts it.

“What?” snarls Loki, more irritated by the fact Thor gave up so easily than being handled in that way by him.

Thor takes away his hand resting on the side of Loki’s neck and along with it his warmth, and steps back, silent and somber like a stone statue. He isn't even looking at him and that stokes the fires of Loki's ire. He keeps quiet, though, when he notices the guards passing by them some feet down the hall, subconsciously moving closer to Thor. The last thing he'd want right now would be to be thrown back in his cell before getting to have some fun, so he waits until the guards have vanished down another corridor, before he speaks.

“You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My daggers–something.”

Thor finally looks at him, scowling—Loki doesn't care, elation fluttering in his gut—and pulls something metallic from inside his drab cape.

“At last,” Loki smiles widely, offering his hands for the weapon to be placed inside them, “a little common sens-...”

A pair of seidr-dampening handcuffs locks around his wrists and it's Loki's turn to scowl now, raising his hands between them, glaring at Thor.

“I thought you liked tricks.” Thor chuckles and is about to walk away when, in a motion quick as lightning, Loki throws his arms above and over his brother's head and pulls him close by the neck, bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that doesn't last more than a few seconds. Thor’s hand slaps against his lean chest in reflex, pushing him back against the wall again, growling. “Loki–”

“I do like tricks. Especially ones played at your expense.” Loki purrs and locks his hands firmly behind Thor's neck, tangling his fingers in long, blond strands of hair. Thor doesn't come easier when Loki pulls him close this time but their lips come together in another kiss that doesn't last longer than the last. The third, though, this one does last longer and the flutter in Loki's belly turns into a blizzard as Thor loses himself into the silky side, the familiar taste for a few moments more.

When he speaks, his voice has lowered, got raspier, sending sparks down Loki's spine to his toes for hearing it like that again after all this time, filled with want. “There's no time for your games, brother.”

A long leg wraps around Thor's hip, keeping him firmly pressed against Loki, their manhoods rubbing together through layers of clothing.

“This is where you are mistaken, dear Thor, there's always time for a little fun to be had.”

Those massive hands finally return to Loki's body, one pressing bruises above his hipbone and the other cradling his neck. So fiercely. So tenderly.

“This doesn't change anything, I'm still angry at you,” Thor whispers before Loki seals their mouths together in a biting, unforgiving kiss that leaves them seeking more and more when it's over.

They don't pull apart until a commotion from down the hall compels them to do so, Loki already thinking of how he's going to tease his brother into ravishing his mouth again at the first possible moment when a hard slap makes his head turn. With his lips still tingling and bruised from their kisses, it takes every little ounce of self-control in him not to start laughing at Thor's new amore’s face.

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[ellsieee]

This is my last rambling Unintentional Love Story post and I feel a bit sad that I have to say goodbye until season 2. I think it's going to be a while before another series captures my heart like this one. The last series before ULS that caused this level of brainrot was Word of Honor and that was two years ago. 😅

Taejoon and Wonyoung's story wrapped up beautifully. It brought all the warm fuzzies and I couldn't have asked for a more satisfying ending.

I like the contrast here, with Wonyoung feeling helpless, thinking they're really over, and Taejoon smiling because he realizes that Wonyoung is jealous and that they're definitely getting back together.

Istg Taejoon is being a little gremlin here. That smile on his face makes me think he knows that the way he responded makes it seem like he wants Wonyoung to disappear.

The way pulls Wonyoung into the hug with strength, but then gently cradles his neck during the hug made me sigh with happiness.

I've seen a lot of discussion about the dead fish kissing in ULS and I wanted to address it. I'm not going to pretend they didn't serve us multiple servings of dead fish. I get the criticism, we shouldn't be getting dead fish anymore in 2023 and I too, could have done without the dead fish close ups. However, I stand by my earlier statements that the dead fishes do not detract from the series. Despite the poor kissing skills, all the emotions are there, and isn't that what makes a series great?

The zoomed out shot of them kissing made my toes curl. I love the way that Taejoon is gripping Wonyoung's hands, not letting him go. It's these moments and feelings that resonate with me rather than the actual kissing. Would better kissing or getting rid of the dead fish close ups have improved the series? Probably yes, but only a little. Does it ruin the series as some claim? Absolutely not. I will defend this series till I die.

I loved Wonyoung's tear here. He's just so overcome with emotion and I was too while watching. His love is finally reciprocated again. I'm so happy for them.

YASSSS. Finally. I squealed with joy. Wonyoung's smile is everything. 🥰❤️

Melted into a big puddle of goo again. This is one of my favorite scenes. The way Wonyoung and Taejoon move their arms to hold each other closer, along with Taejoon's patented neck hold had me screaming into my pillow again. 😅

Love Donghee Taejoon bestie energy. Love that grabbing each other by the scruff is their way of communicating. No way is Taejoon going to let Donghee kiss Wonyoung! 🤭

I loved Wonyoung's piss off, I'm not scared of you look to Inho and daddy Taejoon's charging in to protect his boy.

THAT FLEX!! Wonyoung holding hands with Taejoon and then giving Inho that hmpf, loser glance as he is led away shows how confident he is now. Love it.

SO CUTE. I love the handhold with interlocking fingers. 🫠 I have not read the manhwa, but apparently Wonyoung is the one who buys the rings, so he could be checking Taejoon's ring size here. 🥰

Has any other kbl had this much handholding? I really like this shot because for whatever reason I see a heart in the empty space between them.

They are the cutest couple. Love how Wonyoung snuggles Taejoon. Taejoon loves Wonyoung's cutesy side just like me. Matching pjs should be cringe but it's freakin cute when they do it.

Oooo Wonyoung's got lines! 😊 I'm so glad that Taejoon was able to leave his baggage behind enough to be able to say that without feeling like Wonyoung is only trying to take advantage of him.

I'm so happy they released the behind the scenes so we can have both POVs of this hug. Wonyoung looks so happy. I'm smiling like an idiot again.

I love that we got to see Wonyoung standing up to vice manager Jung. Demanding an apology! You get him Wonyoung! But also, when did Jung find out that Taejoon and Wonyoung were dating? When did he find out they broke up? Did Taejoon tell him? 🤔

A picturesque ending. 🥰❤️🫠 I do wish we got a bit of back story on the rings, but it doesn't matter. They're going to live happily ever after, I know it.

It's really over. 😭 I will miss this series so much. It's my favorite kbl ever for now.

In case anyone is interested and missed the other spazz posts: [Ep 1-4] [Ep 5-6] [Ep 7] [Ep 8] [Ep 9]

[yootaesowlwrites]

Nice Hands - Lee Keonhee

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.” + “Has anyone ever told you, you have really nice hands?”

Warnings: Smut, nudism, hand kink, nicknames, needy!reader, explicit language, light masturbation, some nipple stimulation, nipple pinching, clit stimulation, fingering, slightly mean!Keonhee, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), some aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were laying on your side as you stared at Keonhee as he was seated on a couch facing the bed, he held his phone in his hand as he focused on the task at hand, you on the other hand, needed, wanted, his attention, especially seeing his hands… and fuck, you absolutely loved his hands, how they looked and how they were sculpted.

“Keonhee…” You softly say, gaining his attention briefly before his eyes returned to his screen. “Keonheeee,” The whine leaves you, you wanted all of his attention, but he wasn’t giving it to you at all. You let out a dramatic sigh before rolling onto your back. “Hmpf… Keonhee…” You turn your head to the side to look at him.

“Y/n, baby… I’m busy,” He mutters, you take in a deep breath as you slide one of your hands along your side, over your hips and dip your fingers into the pyjama shorts you wore and slowly slide over the crease of your hips, your mind slowly drifts as you watch his hands, the way they always touch you, the way they always make you feel good, the way they work gently or even rough with you.

“Has anyone ever told you, you have really nice hands?” You say, you watch him look past his phone again and stare at you, you weren’t even sure what he was doing, but you were almost certain he can do it a little later, or after he had given you the attention you wanted. Maybe it was selfish of you to demand it the way you were, but it wasn’t like you did it every single night. “I guess I’ll just have to imagine it's your hand and fingers, then.”

“For what exactly are you going to imagine it?” He suddenly asks as he lowers his phone, he watches as your hand slides further into your pyjama pants and licks his lips.

“Well, since you’re so busy…” You say, and reach underneath your shirt with your other hand to cup your boob. “I guess I’ll just have to get off all by myself,” You turn your head away from him and rub the palm of your hand over your breast, giving attention to your nipple, while your other hand was slowly stroking your folds through your panties. “Hmm… not exactly the same feeling, but…” You glance at him from the corner of your eyes and saw he had completely lowered his phone down, and it was resting on his lap.

Your fingers take hold of your nipple, and you roll the bud between your fingers, your breathing picks up slightly as you feel your insides slowly pulling together to form a knot inside you while your pussy only became wetter, Keonhee watches as your chest begins rising slower as your breathing becomes deeper, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he watches you practically teasing him just because he didn’t give you the attention you wanted. You slide your middle finger along your folds as you feel your juices begin to leave a wet patch behind on your panties.

“Baby…” He mutters. You turn your head to him and watch as he puts his phone down on the small table next to the couch, his eyes had darkened, and he was staring at you with such intensity, you could feel the stare cause a stir inside you and between your folds.

“Hmm?” You hum, innocently. “Don’t worry, baby, keep working, I got this,” You turn your head away from him again and moments later you hear the sound of fabric moving before you felt the bed dipping, your wrist was grabbed and pulled from your shorts and your hand was moved to his face, you watch him intently as he takes in a deep sniff, smelling your fingers, you could feel your walls clench at his actions. “Keonhee…”

“You smell wet already,” He mutters before grabbing your other hand and pulling it from underneath your shirt, he pushes your hands upwards and against the pillows. “Keep them there…” His hands release your wrists before they move to the hem of your shirt and pull it upwards, exposing your skin quickly, before tugging it over your head and removing it and discarding it. He pulls one of your legs to the side before settling on his knees between them, his hands grab onto your waist, and he leans over, his lips coming in contact with your middle before kissing up towards the curve of your breast.

“Keon-Keonhee, baby…” You whisper as you feel his lips brush over your nipple, one of his hands slides up your side and cups the underside of your boob and press his thumb against your nipple. “Ohh, fuck…” He rubs slow circles against your nipple, while his lips were pressing kiss after kiss against your other nipple. You curl your fingers into the palm of your hands as you try to keep yourself from moving them and reaching for him, it was torture that he had instructed you to keep them there.

“You’re such a damn tease,” He mutters against your nipple. You could feel your skin heating up along with the temperature of the room, your heart rate was picking up quickly, and you could feel the bedding starting to stick to your skin. “You just couldn’t wait, huh?” You could feel yourself becoming wetter by his words, by his touch.

“Not my fault your hands look so damn good, and sinful,” You say, only to let out a gasp as he pinches your nipple between the pads of his fingers. “Keonhee,” You feel your walls pulse at the shock wave that was sent to the knot of tension inside you.

“Sinful hands,” He mutters before he kisses down your stomach, his fingers release your nipple and glide his fingers with a ghost-like touch over your skin, causing goosebumps to form on your skin as shivers went up your spine. His hand that was still gripping your waist moves down and his fingers curl into the elastic of your shorts and panties, his other hand quickly follows, and you lift your hips slightly for him to pull them down.

“Yes, sinful hands, have you seen how your hands are sculpted?” You say as you watch his movements, he tosses your panties and shorts aside before his hands press down against the crease of your hips, you watch as his eyes roam over your pussy before sliding one hand to the inside of your thigh and sliding his hand higher, you lick your bottom lip before taking in a deep breath as his fingers brush against folds.

“Then I should put my sinful sculpted hands to good use,” He says. You feel his fingers press against your folds before spreading them apart, you watch as he licks his lips and takes in a deep breath. “So wet already,” He slides his fingers along your folds, you drop your head onto the pillow and feel his fingers touch your clit before slowly rubbing slow circles over your clit. “But not enough yet,” His thumb slides along your pussy and stop once he reaches your slit.

“Oh… f- Keonhee,” You breathe out as your lids flutter, you could feel the knot inside you building as he rubs your clit, while his thumb was rubbing against your slit, adding to the pleasurable feeling building inside you. “Fuck…” You could feel your mind being swallowed by the blissful feeling. “I… touch.”

“No,” He says and pushes his thumb inside you, you feel your muscles tighten, and you try to press your legs together, only for them to press against the side of his legs. “Cute, do you want to close your legs, baby?” His thumb dips in and out of you, rubbing that one spot against your slit, while his middle finger starts to rub your clit faster.

“N-no,” You stutter out. But you did, you wanted to keep that feeling right inside you. “But I do want to touch you,” You could hear your slickness starting to squelch loudly through the air, indicating how wet you were.

“Keep your hands right there, baby,” He says. You feel his middle finger along with his index finger slide along your pussy before they dip into your slit, his thumb quickly moves to your clit, and you feel your muscles tensing up and your hips rising slightly. “My hands are here to take care of you now, so you can let your pretty hands rest right there.”

“Keeeooonnhheeee,” You whine and turn your head to the side, your body almost following from the pleasure that was going through your body. “Please…” His fingers slide deeper into you and feel your walls being stretched by them. “Oh, my… gosh,” You gasp and close your eyes, feeling his fingers curling inside you before uncurling, the motion quickly repeats. “OH, OH!” You feel heat rushing up your legs and towards the tension inside you, adding to it. “Fuck, fuck, I,” Your toes curl, and you turn your hands over to grip the pillows, he watches you with dark eyes as your body tenses up, and your breathing becomes quicker.

“Are you going to cum on these sinful hands?” He asks, you feel your walls react to his words and within moments a switch flips inside you, and you come undone, your body feels like it was thrown into the sky, and you were floating on cloud nine.

“KEONHEE!” You scream in pleasure, fireworks exploding behind your lids and your mind diving right into the deep end of the ecstasy feeling. “OH, Oh, fuck, yes, I, yes,” Your muscles felt like they were shaking as the ball of tension exploded inside you, and you were making a mess around his fingers while his thumb rubbed your clit, getting you through your high. “YES, BABY, I!” Your hands began to hurt with how hard you were gripping the pillow. “I…” Your body slowly comes down from the high, and you feel his fingers were now pushing in and out of you to ease you through your high. “Keon…” You feel his thumb disappear from your clit before his fingers pull out from you, and you suddenly felt empty.

You hear movement and feel the bed shaking, you open your eyes and turn your gaze onto the man sitting between your legs, now shirtless, and pushing his pants down along with his boxers, you lick your lips as you watch him get rid of his clothes, his cock slaps against his lower stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind on his skin, making you bite your bottom lip at the sight of it, he lifts his head and looks at you as he wraps his hand around himself and slides it along his length.

“O-oohh,” He groans out, the sound was like a melody to your ears. “Gonna call my cock sinful as well?” You swallow and slowly lift your eyes to look at his face, you could see pleasure was contorted on his features as he palmed himself.

“Well…” You begin before you felt the head of his cock touch your clit and slowly slide down along your pussy. “It is…” You feel the head push into your entrance, your jaw slacks and your eyes fall shut at the feeling of his cock stretching and filling your walls. “So fucking sinful,” The words fall quickly from your lips.

“Fuck… then… then your pussy is sinful as well,” He manages to say as he feels the warmth of your walls swallowing his cock right in. “Fuck, just right for my sinful cock,” His hands grip the back of your thighs, and he pushes your legs against your torso, spreading your legs wider and pushing deeper into your pussy.

“Ke-Keonhee,” You moan out, a sensation going up your spine from how good it was feeling, his hands gripped onto your thighs as he bottoms out inside you, the feeling of your walls around him was making his mind spin in pleasure. He takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of your pussy while at the same time giving you a moment to adjust to him, you could see veins starting to appear on his arms from how hard he was holding onto your thighs, and fuck, the sight was making saliva gather inside your mouth.

“Fuck…” He groans as he pulls his hips back, pulling his cock almost fully out of you before slamming his hips back into you, your air gets caught in your throat at how harsh the first thrust was, your tits bounce along as he thrusts in and out of you. “So good…” You turn your head to the side as you feel an indescribable amount of pleasure going through you. “Y-Y/n, babe…”

“Oh, my fu-ucking,” You moan out, feeling a familiar knot quickly building inside you, you begin to pull at the pillows again. “Can… I,” He lifts his gaze to your hands that you had kept above your head all this time, “Touch you…?”

“Fuck, yes,” He grunts out, one of your hands immediately makes its way to the back of his head, and your fingers curl into his hair, while your other hand went to grab onto his forearm, feeling his veins underneath your grip.

“Fuck, Keonhee, fuck, I,” You moan, you could hear the sound of your wetness squelching with each thrust, the sound of your moans mixed with his moans bounced off the walls, and with each movement, you could feel your high inching closer and closer. “Goo-ood,” Your fingers press into his skin, scratching at it, while your other hand tugged at his hair.

“Y/n, fuck, fuck,” He groans out, he could feel your walls pulsing around him. He slides one hand down your thigh before his finger found your clit, you lower that leg and wrap it around his waist. “Cum for me, baby,” His finger rubs your clit vigorously, and you could feel the tension inside you getting closer to snapping.

“Baby, fuck… I,” You begin only for your back to arch as the ball of tension snaps inside you, your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut, and you were met by stars flying past your lids, pleasure fills your mind as your body shakes with ecstasy. “KEO-KEONHEE!” Your grip on his forearm tightens before you suddenly release it and grip onto the bedding, bunching it up in your grip. “OH FUCK!” His hips snap harsher into yours as he feels your walls milking his cock, he could feel his mind spinning as he was starting to get close to his release.

“You feel so good, fuck,” He mutters, he sits back on his knees, making you release his hair as he does. “I need to…” He presses his finger down hard against your clit, watching as your toes curl in pleasure and your leg shake, while your other one tightens around his waist. “Fuck…” His thrusts pick up as he begins chasing his own high while getting you through your own. “Good go-ohh,” He could feel a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock as he was getting closer, his hips stutter as he tries to chase after the feeling as quickly as possible. “FUCK!” His mind hits blank as the heartbeat suddenly disappears, and his hot load spills into you.

You open your eyes and look at him, watching as he thrusts into you to get through his high, beads of sweat were rolling down his chest while his hair was sticking to his forehead, he looked like sin from the angle you were looking at him, your mind was fuzzy with the pleasure you had felt and waves of the aftershock was slowly coursing through your veins, your walls pulsed around him, helping him get through his high.

“Fucking hell…” He groans as his hips begin to slow, he removes his finger from your clit and slowly lowers your leg onto the bed before he leans forward, you feel his warm-sweat-coated body make contact with yours and before your mind could register what was happening, you found your world spinning and moments later you on top of him, with his cock still inside you and growing soft.

Both of you breathed in loudly as you tried to catch your breaths, the room slowly cooled down, and the cooler air started nipping at your warm-sweat-coated skin, you stare at him while he had his eyes closed as he took a moment to gather his thoughts and come down from the high completely.

“Did my sinful hands provide exactly what you were looking for?” He asks, a smile begins to form on your lips, and you place your hands flat against his chest before placing your chin on top of your hands.

“They did, exactly what I was looking for and wanted,” You say. He opens his eyes, and you saw the familiar warmth in them had returned.

“I’m glad they did,” He mumbles and slides a hand along your back, his fingertips sliding along your spine. “And how do you feel now?”

“Good,” You whisper. “Really good, filthy but good,” He chuckles softly. “And you, your arm… does it hurt?” He shakes his head ‘no’, you couldn’t see it, so you could only take his word for it that it was okay. “Now that I’ve gotten what I wanted, you can get back to whatever you were doing on your phone.”

“Oh, you are unbelievable,” He says. “You get me to drop what I was doing, and now that you’ve received you’re tossing me aside,” You nod your head, a playful smile on your lips. “You are so lucky that I love you,” His hand reaches your lower back before slowly travelling back upwards. “All right, I will, but first, let me clean us both, and get you all snuggled into bed.”

[cubbieloves]

hihi sweet minnie! ^^ could i get you to please answer all of the selfship asks for you and jing yuan?? 💌

WAAF AN ASKIE FROM MY FAVIE COCO??? woowowow so glad to answer!!!

sunday ⭑ do you and your lover have children?

currently, yuannie and i don’t have kiddos (except yanqing lolol) but both of us have brought that topic up during lazy afternoons! (yuannie nd i both want two babies huheuheu)

film ⭑ what’s your favorite movie? what’s theirs?

hmm, i don’t watch lots of movies so i don’t have a good answer :( but one that i go back on often is “the sound of music”! yuannie would not have any time to watch movies

:( but if he ever did miraculously have time, he would just watch movies that i like!!!

cheesecake ⭑ is there a sweet treat that the two of you adore and love eating together?

hueheuehue jingmin’s fav treat is tanghulu, especially when they make it together!!! (inspired by his cameo in miss yunli’s trailer)

tune ⭑ do you two dance in the comfort of your home? what are your favorite songs?

YES!!! we love dancing together (mister yuannie likes to twirl me or dip me unexpectedly nd laughs at me when i squeal ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ ) hmm… we don’t have a favie song but we like to dance to slow, sweet songs!

espresso martini ⭑ do you and your lover like hosting dinner parties?

minnie dislikes dinner parties!!! i dislike them lots and lots because i’m super shy, nd yuannie feels the same, except that dinner parties make him super sleepy! so we never host them, but when our frens invite us over, we always go!

wicker basket ⭑ how do the two of you feel about picnics?

jingmin both love picnics!!! we adore going out to our backyard nd having a little lunch together, feeding each other sweets nd fruits nd getting drunk on each other!!! when yanqing has time, we always bully him into joining us (nd tease him by being overly affectionate heueheue)

sofa ⭑ when did you move in together?

i moved in after an assassination attempt that landed me in the hospital for two weeks (╥﹏╥)

bouquet ⭑ do you keep flowers or plants in your home?

YES!!! yuannie and i love taking care of da plants! i like raising flowers heuehueh but yuannie likes raising plants that don't require a lot of care bc he's lazy ☹️

morning sun ⭑ how are the chores split in your household?

uehuehue i do da little things like cooking nd baking nd laundry nd sometimes cleaning, nd yuannie does basically everything else! but most of the time he tries to make me let him cook bc he's scared im gnna get hurt or burn somethin...

shooting star ⭑ what does a date with the two of you look like?

yuannie takes me out to aurum alley basically every week! he likes to buy me little trinkets nd snackies! we both love having tanghulu (yuannie likes to buy two skewers nd feed me one while he eats the other heueheheh)

moonshine ⭑ do you have a skincare routine?

I DO! yuannie doesnt nd he still has the best skin... hmpf! but i do a v. v. intricate and detailed skincare routine nd always double cleanse with oil cleanser nd regular water based, nd then i use my toner pads!

teddy ⭑ are there stuffed animals on your bed?

*looks at mi bed, which currently has no less than 3 squishmallows, two of which are the BIG ones*

...no... EEEK dis is so embarrassing but i have soooo many stuffed animals on our bed... yuannie always gets so sulky when he comes back home from a late shift nd sees me hugging a lion stuffie so tightly bc he wasnt here to do our bedtime routine together! nd then he always gently pries it out of mi arms nd then uses me as his stuffed animal HMPHH

lavender ⭑ what do you do to relax?

... we take lots nd lots of naps... lots...

if yuannie isnt home nd im just by myself, i crochet (yis i crochet irl!!!!)

fade into you ⭑ favorite sex positions?

EUFHEUFEHF dis is so sosososo embarrassing *hides face in hands* yuannie likes it when he can see mi face... so missionary... but if hes being xtra mean, then he likes to make me ride him in cowgirl (i always get sososo tired HMPH)

in dreams ⭑ what do your pajamas look like?

... if i hav time to do a full bedtime routine... then dis...

if not... i end up wearing one of his old shirts nd a pair of his boxers... which ends up being da case most of da time...

[leatherbookmarking]

finally got the time to Apply gtrans to the trailer, i’m just half a minute in and already :’( xiuxiu :’(

william.... love.... is he trying to cuddle jbj in place of jxy... god i love how being a little shit to your friends lovers n family seems to be the universal love language here

i love the dramatic Literal cliffhanger lol;;; good to see qc seems to be his sour self again but the “i don’t need you to save me” line is... alarming. at least until the very next thing he does is to... pull himself up on jbj’s hand?

anyway once again: jbj looks super cute in that jacket

and lin nuoyan..... IT WAS OBVIOUS but i still went OOOOOO when i saw him. as someone in yt comments said, he’s probably the “vanished” kid of that one doctor who died those years ago.

excit excit excit

[noctilucous-sunni]

hands ~ (sfw fluff)

warnings: probably like one dirty joke implied in there but only if you REALLY squint close enough, reader flusters diluc lmao

info/tropes: mainly soft fluffy fluff, gn!reader

notes: a short piece on hands that i randomly wrote instead of my sagau wip??? i just wanted something soft and fluffy and self indulgent hehe. actually it was MEANT to be short, but now its not really lmao. i originally meant to do other characters as well but i got carried away. probably will do another part with other characters and maybe a suggestive version as well! enjoy :))

masterlist.

feat. character(s); diluc

DILUC …

Raises your hands to his lips and kisses them softly like the gentleman he is

His hands are always warmer than yours so if you suffer from cold hands constantly you sometimes just slip your fingers into his hands and he squeezes them. (also this always reminds me of thermodynamic equilibrium lmao, exam brain😭)

since he doesn’t show a lot of affection in public, this is what you and diluc mainly do, whether you’re enjoying a walk in mondstat or doing something else together, especially when he notices your hands stuffed into your pockets and then cautiously links your hands with his, looking into your eyes asking “may i?” in a low voice while you just smile at him sweetly 🥰🥹

his hands are so gentle when hes with you wtf

takes off his gloves when he's alone with you and sometimes on a rare occasion, he lets you take them off for him

the way his hands cradle and cup your face so delicately i- ahsgsggsgsshgs

he would probably make or get someone to make (matching?) gloves with pyro fused into them so that when he’s not there to warm up your hands, you won’t be suffering from cold hands

when his hands wrap around you lightly possessive and protective when someone tries to flirt with you and you consistently try to tell them to back off but after the third time it’s getting nowhere and diluc notices and steps in and you glance at him relieved

the way his hands rub up and down your shoulders when you wake up in bed

or when you’re making coffee in the morning and he comes from behind rubbing his hands up and down your shoulders before leaning his head on the back of your neck, lips barely grazing your skin

also!! ALSO!! when you’re having a nightmare and then wake up gasping, he EVER SO GENTLY threads his fingers through your hair, softly humming and whispering that it's going to be alright AND IT'S JUST SO SOOTHING and eventually you are able to fall asleep again

and if you often have trouble sleeping, he also does this, simply threading his fingers through your hair, petting it until you get more and more relaxed while his voice sends you to sleep

Despite it being a sunny afternoon in Mondstat, you shoved your cold hands into your pockets to gain some warmth, Diluc walking briskly beside you, looking over a business contract in his hand.

“So, should we go home or are you going to take a shift at Angel’s Share today?” You muse, turning to look at the wine master. Your question makes him stop in his tracks as he moves his attention away from the contract he held.

“Oh. We’re just going home, darling, there's something I’d like to show you.” He says, a gentle smile gracing his lips, only for you.

You raise your eyebrows in interest, and then you smirk. A light pink blush starts to spread on his face when he sees you smirk, knowing you all too well. Before he gets a chance to speak again, you start instead. “Is it something that I’ve see-”

Clearing his throat abruptly to cut you off, which he almost never does, he sighs and shakes his head. Despite his face being almost the same color as his hair, he continues. “It’s… nothing of the sort! You’re almost as bad as Kaeya, hmpf. He’s a bad influence.”

You finally let your laughter out, after suppressing it for a while. “Oh, Diluc. Sorry, my love, I simply couldn’t help it. Let’s go home, then. I’m sure it's something fantastic.” You say, grabbing his free hand, and squeezing it. Ah, his hands were so nice and warm. He sighs yet again, raising your hands to his lips, kissing them sweetly as you both resume your walk home.

Little did you know that a pair of special, custom made gloves awaited your arrival at home, intended for your constantly cold hands. These were created lovingly by your beloved pyro vision holder, Diluc. He hoped that you would like them.

a/n: and thats it!! my very first writing post hehe 🥰 - tbh i didn’t think this would be it but it was so spontaneous and here we are :)) any thoughts?? i would love to hear them!! will be replying thru my main @sunni-the-sunflower

[wonnoy]

tanaka + handholding

i haven't written in a while due to just stress, but i should remember writing is way to destress

his is tanaka and handholding, a short h/c with a slight extension at the bottom.

-tanaka is brazen, there's no doubt about it (and a teenage boy when he first thought of this)

-tanaka would bring this up with nishinoya whenever this visited a neighboring school for a volleyball tournament. the want and hope to meet another cute schoolgirl who accidentally brush his hand and hold it.

-he was a wistful romantic and a total simp.

-tanaka wanted his first handholding experience with you to have been the most romantic thing ever. but it was not like that at all. his first handhold moment (like just holding hands) involved you trying to pull him out of a mud pool. moving on.

-after the first handhold, the first one being in his mind the most life-daring thing he had ever done, he practically demands it now.

-he shows off whenever you guys are holding hands and whenever you do hold hands he always lets out a triump 'hmpf'. you don't think he is aware that he does this, it's a good thing that you find it cute.

-tanaka is a waffle-handholding person, always intertwining you guys' fingers together.

-there was one time you guys visited a haunted house together but a ghost scared you both. tanaka didn't move but his quivering fingers did - searching for your hand to seek solice (but you had bolted)

-every once in a while, tanaka looks at your hands and sometimes while you're writing or doing homework he will come and give your hand a squeeze before going back to whatever he was doing

-tanaka has this habit that he sometimes just takes your hand and places it on his cheeks. (you've begun to think that he has a bit of a hand fetish)

-when you brought this up to him, he madly denied it. but they always say the denial is the truth.

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it was late, that much you knew. tanaka woke you up with his endless tossing and turning, it was rare for him to sleep like this. he was normally knocked out whenever he went to bed.

it's a good thing you guys decided to invest in a big ass bed or else he would've gut-punched you three times by now.

you turned over, no longer facing the wall from where you usually slept and saw the face of tanaka looking right back at you. it was shocking to say the least, but you relaxed. his mouth was open, a little dribble of drool coming out, kind of gross. you smiled.

there was a shifting coming from his side and it was almost too late before you saw his arm trying to cage something. it patted the space between you two, his fingers scrunching in search of something before you realized what it was.

you reached out and gently placed your hand underneath his. instantly his hand reacted to yours and his fingers grasped it.

his drool may not be cute, but his handholding habits are.

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[matwith1t]

A/N: We’ve got the works here… Thank you to the anon for the request! I can’t find it, otherwise I would link, but here we are!! If you’re not 18+, please head over to my masterlist and read something a bit more fluffy!! I’d love to hear all of your thoughts… words of affirmation is my love language 🔥 I hope wherever you find yourself in the world, that you’re having a good day/evening!!

Request: When you start to want more than your friends-with-benefits arrangement with Mat, he rejects your suggestion. But after a few months apart, and after you found someone else, Mat rethinks his feelings for you // Ex-FWB With a Fluff Ending 

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut  // WC: 10K // Angst & Smut & Fluff

The two of you are not in love. At least not really.

He soothingly stroked your arm when you laid in bed together after a shared intimate moment. You threaded your fingers through his hair whenever he leaned his head on your shoulder. He calls you every Tuesday night because he knows that’s your busiest day of the week, and hearing his voice relaxes you. And you wear his last name on a hockey jersey because you know how much it excites him.

You keep his favorite snacks at your place. He keeps your favorite candle on his coffee table. You watch every hockey game. He respects your schedule. His laugh is your favorite sound. And your eyes are his favorite color.

But the two of you are not in love. At least…not really.

Sitting up against the headboard of your bed, you clutched the white linen sheets––that smelled like him––to your chest as you watched Mat tug his jeans over his legs. He bent down to grab his shirt that was thrown on the floor and easily slipped it over his head; as you savored the last seconds of seeing his bare chest.

He ran a hand through his hair, eyes scanning the bedroom floor to make sure he had everything. But even if he forgot something, you knew––just as well as he did––that he would be back.

Mat’s chuckle brought you out of your thoughts, “Don’t give me that look.”

The light-hearted chuckle you let out was exactly the opposite of how you felt on the inside as you watched him get ready to leave you. A sharp pang of heartache ripped through your chest as you rolled your eyes, “I’m just waiting until I have the place to myself.”

Mat paused his movements of fixing the chains around his neck to fit under his shirt to look up at you. The corners of his lips curved up in a smirk, “Excited to be alone?”

“It’ll be quiet.”

He let out a quiet hmpf as he took two steps forward to the foot of your bed where his shoes were. He bent down, out of sight, as he tied the laces together before popping up in a matter of seconds. With the way he looked around your room again; it was easy to convince yourself that maybe he was purposefully stalling. Maybe he wanted to stay with you just as much you wanted him.

You watched his movements carefully as he rounded your bed; thinking he was heading toward the door, you felt the tug of your heart follow him. But he stopped to stand next to you, head tilted as he looked down at you.

You pressed yourself further back against the headboard and held your breath.

He bent down, palms pressed flat on either side of you––trapping you under him like he had done just moments ago––and he leaned his face close to yours, “Any plans for the rest of the day?”

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes locked in on his, “Staying in bed all day.”

Mat raised his eyebrows as he brushed the tip of his nose against yours, “Alone?”

You gulped, “Alone.”

He let out another hmpf as he continued to stare at you. In such close proximity, you were able to see everything about him. You saw the little blemishes that dotted along his chin, dark creases under his eyes, and how there was a section of hair on his left eyebrow that stuck up, going the opposite direction of the shape. They were little imperfections, but they made your heart tighten in your chest when you thought about how you were the only person who was able to see him this close up.

At your answer, he smirked, “Think of me.”

Before you had any time to process as to why he said those words to you, he closed the barely there space between your faces, and met your lips in a slow, deep kiss. Your eyes closed. The familiar zip of ecstasy pumped through your veins whenever he kissed you, but right when your hand dropped the sheet that was covering up your chest to cup his cheek; Mat pulled away.

In one swift motion, he spun around on his heel as he left you to walk through the door.

Stunned at his abruptness of ending the kiss, you continued to stare at the door with your mouth hung open. And even after you heard the front door of your apartment close, signaling his final departure, you continued to stare at your bedroom door.

He was everything you’ve ever wanted. He was everything and more. And you couldn’t comprehend how effortlessly he acted whenever he walked away from you. Because whenever you left him, it was a struggle. It always either felt like a battle in your head on whether you overstayed your time at his place or if he wanted you to lay next to him as he curled an arm tightly around your waist.

With each time you gave in to staying between the sheets longer with him, you felt a piece of your heart break even more. Because it only prolonged the eventual ending of moments you savored with him before one of you left.

Mat didn’t know that you did have plans for after he left. You needed to water the plants, grocery shop, meet a friend for lunch, and do a few loads of laundry to start the week off. But like him, most of those plans quickly went out the door.

Because with the way he left you––The way he always left you––you wanted more of him. So with your plans easily abandoned, you sunk down further under the sheets, head tilted back on the pillow with your eyes closed.

And as you laid in bed alone, just like he asked, you thought of him.

–––

You were woken up by a kiss on your neck.

The faint sound of a film on the television could be heard in the background, the smell of burnt bread––presumably from a failed attempt at Mat making toast––wafted through his apartment, and you felt a layer warmer than any blanket on top of you. You laid on your back, eyes peeking open to adjust to the light, and stared down at the person draped on top of you.

With a faint smile, you lifted a hand and fiddled with the ends of Mat’s hair on the back of his neck. You felt his chest expand against yours with an intake of air, and with eyes just like yours, barely open, he smiled up at you.

“We fell asleep.”

You let out a soft laugh and continued to play with the ends of his hair, “And then you woke me up.”

Mat rolled his eyes as he slightly lifted himself up from you, palms pressed down on the couch next to your head, “I woke up not even five minutes ago.”

Not believing him, you let out a hum, “Mhm,” and continued to let your fingertips softly touch his skin.

Because with the smell of burnt toast, you knew he had woken up more than five minutes ago, yet he still came back to wrap his arms around you on the couch.

You slowly moved your fingertips on the back of his neck in slow circles, and when you saw him close his eyes, you knew you were doing something right. And at a slow pace that was tortuous for you touching him, your fingers moved to the side of his throat, up his cheek as you traced the bridge of his nose, and then through his hair. You combed your fingers through the front of his hair, but like every time, his hair flopped back onto his forehead in place.

He opened his eyes and you smiled.

With your hand running slowly through his hair, your eyes admired his face as he loomed over you. And like your slow movements, he slowly lowered his head to press a soft kiss on the base of your throat. You barely felt his lips brush against your skin with how delicate the touch felt. He pulled his lips away, but kept his head tucked into the crook of your neck. You shuddered slightly as you took a deep breath; preparing yourself for disappointment to flood your body by the end of your stay.

But you pushed that familiar feeling aside.

Swallowing thickly, you let the hand that ran through his hair drop down to his shoulder as you pulled him closer to you. Chests pressed together, you felt as if you were to explode any moment. Hot hair fanned your neck as Mat breathed heavily against your skin, not pressing his lips onto you any further until he had your permission.

Unable to wait any longer, you tugged on the ends of his hair, turned your head to expose more of your neck, and shallowly breathed out your agreed upon word for consent.

“Please.”

That word was all Mat needed to hear before he pressed his lips back on the same spot of your neck. But this time you felt him; felt his lips nip at your skin repeatedly. And when he sucked on your skin just a little too hard, a whimper escaped your lips.

The sound was encouraging enough for him, but you still slid an arm around his neck to pull him closer. With legs intertwined on, you bent your knee against the back of the couch, resting your sole on the back of his calf.

Mat slowly worked his lips up your throat, “Are you cold?”

His whisper was louder than the uncleanly thoughts swirling in your head.

“No,” you gasped out with eyes closed.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, goosebumps forming everywhere on your body, as the places where he deposited open mouthed kisses on your skin scorched like a wildfire. And like how you previously touched his face ever so slowly, he trailed his hands along your sides at an even agonizingly slower pace.

His hands wandered, fingertips eliciting a slight shudder from you every single time they dug a little deeper into your skin.

“You’re shivering,” Mat mumbled before closing his lips just underneath your jaw.

One of his hands slipped under your shirt and he rested his palm flat on your hip. You thought best to leave his observation unanswered as the mixed feeling of his hands and lips on your skin produced another moan. Both of you were silent from then on; Mat kneading the skin on your hip as his light stubble scratched your neck as he continued his trail of kisses.

Mat had one hand trailing up and down your thigh, as his other creeped further up your shirt, massaging your breast over your bra. He pressed his lips to the spot where your jaw met under your ear, slowly working his way across your jawline.

“Mat,” you pleaded, voice hoarse.

He placed a feather of a kiss at the corner of your mouth. And when you slightly turned your head, eyes finally open, you saw him already staring at you. But you didn’t have enough time to admire his face as you’d like. Sooner than anticipated, you two met in a kiss, his lips instantly parting yours and his tongue begging for an entrance.

The eagerness of his kisses contrasted his slow and gentle touches on your skin. It threw you off for a moment, but Mat made a low, almost inaudible, sound in the back of his throat. His tongue met yours at the same time his hand squeezed your breast and you let your fingers dance across his back.

As your body heated up, so did the movements between the two of you.

The two of you parted for a moment to discard your shirts, Mat staring down at you intently. He looked troubled, eyebrows pulled together in concentration as his shoulders expanded in a deep breath. As you tried to catch your breath, you tilted your head to the side with a shy smile and tucked a section of his hair behind his ear.

Mat contradicted your gentle movement.

He brought a hand to his mouth, sliding his index finger and middle finger between his lips. Below him, you watched in fascination, both excited and terrified at the amount of disappointment already brewing in the pit of your stomach.

Mat brought his fingers out of his mouth, and in an act of arrogance, he raised his eyebrows and smirked. But before you could lean up and trap him in a kiss, his hand crept under the material of your underwear, wet fingers gliding over you, between your slit. On instinct, your eyes closed and your head fell back onto the pillow.

His fingers were languid at first, slow and steady as they became acquainted with the sensitive area. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and sucked in a deep breath. His movements were excruciatingly slow. Every time the pads of his fingers brushed your clit, your breath shortened, catching in your throat.

You gripped onto his shoulder for support, your hand moving to the back of his neck, urging him toward you. You held Mat close for a kiss and he instantly deepened it. He made the concentrated grunt in the back of his throat again as you felt his bulge against your thigh. The hand he had on your breast trailed down your chest, across your rib cage until he could hook an arm around your waist.

His arm tightened around you as he urged your thighs even further apart with his knee. His middle finger began to move in circles over your clit, gentle at first, then increasing in pressure. You sighed, grabbing onto his shoulder even tighter. When his speed increased, you couldn't fight the moan that escaped your lips, and you broke the kiss to bury your head in the crook of his neck.

His fingers worked harder. And you felt an euphoric sensation that sat low in your gut as it began to build and build until it overpowered disappointment. A feeling that enraptured you––A feeling you only wanted to share with Mat––spread to the tips of your toes.

You bucked your hips against Mat’s hand, letting out an uneven breath against his shoulder. He kept going, encouraging you to let it happen. And so you did. You allowed yourself to be consumed with the feeling of Mat.

Beneath him was the closest place you had found to a heaven on earth.

But when his movements slowed and his hand came out from your underwear, your high came crashing down. As if the previous experience of pleasure hadn’t just happened, you felt numb. The spark of euphoria you felt electorate your body was no more, and instead, you welcomed back disappointment.

This was your routine with him. The passive day spent at his place when neither of you had any other commitments started and ended the same way every time. Every time it started with excitement, curious as to what the day had in store. And then the excitement sparked into mutual desire for one another. And then, like every time, it ended with disillusionment.

“Stop,” you whispered.

Immediately, Mat removed his hands from you and sat up on the couch.  

He sat on the other cushion from you, chest slightly heaving as he stared down at you in concern, “Are you okay?”

Still reeling in how your emotions went from one hundred to zero in a matter of seconds, you shook your head.

“You need to talk to me,” he looked panicked, and it bruised your heart even more, “Please.”

The breath you took in was audible, cutting through the tension, as you leaned over and picked up your shirt. Hastily, you covered yourself up and tucked yourself into the corner of the couch. With your knees bent, and arms curled around your legs, you stared at Mat who hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

At the sound of your voice, he looked calmer, but that didn’t do away with the anxiety in his eyes, “Do what?”

“This…Do what we’re doing,” you pinched the bridge of your nose as you saw the puzzle pieces of your words connecting in his mind, “Being whatever we are.” You felt your bottom lip tremble as the exhaustion from all of your rendezvouses with Mat caught up to you, “I can’t do it anymore.”

“Why?”

You could see it in his eyes that he knew why you were cutting off the arrangement. He was more intune with other people’s emotions than he led on, which made this confrontation even more gut wrenching. Because with your admission would come his answer.

He had seen you at your most vulnerable moments, comforted you in times of need, been the reason for your earth shattering blisses for a little over a year, and the two of you shared intimate moments together without either of you stripping off your clothes. And like how he knew what you were about to confide in him, you knew what his answer would be.

You never thought he would be this cruel and have you say what you wanted aloud.

“I want more than this,” your words were direct with your desire, but the undertone in your voice was unsteady, “The––The feeling I have with you can’t be compared to anyone else. I feel so happy with you and it––You make me feel like a better person.” You bit the inside of your cheek as he stared through you, “Can’t we be more than this?”

He blinked once. Looked down into his lap. Blinked again. Ran a hand through his hair. Blinked for a third time. And when he looked up at you, his eyes were still lifeless and dull.

“You know I can’t give you that.”

You knew what disappointment felt like. You felt it every time he kicked the covers off and got dressed to leave you. You felt it every time one of his friends made a passing comment after they won a hockey game about how Mat could paint the town red as you sat next to him. You had even felt it fifteen minutes ago, when Mat had you trembling underneath him.

Disappointment was synonymous with Mat. But that didn’t make the let down any easier.

You let out a shaky breath, tears stinging behind your eyes that threatened to fall at any moment. But he had seen too much of you that afternoon for you to dispense any more emotion in front of him.

With your eyes downcast on your twiddling thumbs in your lap, you let out an almost inaudible half whisper, “Why?”

Mat released the breath he was holding, and scanned your face that felt like it would crumble any moment, “I…” He ran a head through his hair, letting out a shaky breath, as he racked his mind for an excuse, “You know I can’t. There’s––I’m not around that often, I wouldn’t be able to––”

“But we spend time together,” you croaked out, “We spend so much time together.”

With Mat’s failed excuse, he was silent.

And as the two of you stared at each other in silence; Mat’s eyes emotionless and your vision blurred with tears…There was no battle in your head wondering if you’d overstayed your visit or Mat wanted you next to him.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, but you wiped it away fast with the palm of your hand. You sniffled back the rest of your tears, lungs burning as they barely expanded with your deep breath. His eyes followed your figure as you stood up from the couch, and the more you stared at him, the more you felt your heart slowly fall apart because there was no convincing yourself of anything with him anymore.

The silence hung thick in the air like the regret on both of your faces as you made your way to his door. The further you walked away from him, the further you could feel the strings of your heart that connected to him stretch. They were exceeding their limit, and with one foot out the door, you felt the harsh snap that finally disconnected your heart from Mat when he spoke up.

“Are we done?”

His voice carried softly over the silence, but it was the sharpest pain you felt.

With a jagged breath, you gave him an answer without turning around, “I want someone. Someone who can give me more than this.” And with your back to him, you let your tears silently fall as they pleased, but kept your voice just as soft as his, “And I wish it was you.”

Without waiting for a response you knew he wasn’t going to give, you left him the way he always left you; alone.

–––

You missed him.

You missed the way he made you feel.

You missed the way his head felt on your shoulder when you rode the subway together. You missed the way his voice reassured you after a long Tuesday. You missed the way your heart fluttered whenever you heard him laugh. But most of all, you missed the way he always encouraged you to be the best version of yourself.

You missed him.

So you called him.

Your call came at one in the afternoon on Sunday, two months since the last time you had spoken to each other, and he picked up. You didn’t say a hello. And you didn’t ask how he was. You only said that you wanted him to come over.

“I thought you said you wanted someone?” Mat’s voice ached through the phone as if he replayed the last moment he saw you in the doorway, “I thought you wanted something more.”

“I just want you,” you breathed out in response to him, “Please.”

And before you had any chance to retract your request from him, he rushed out that he was on his way over and hung up.

Pacing around in the kitchen, you tried not to think of the consequences that would follow this meetup. It had been so long since you had seen Mat, but the only thing you wanted was familiarity. And your intentions over the phone were as clear as Mat’s rejection of you two months ago.

A few hurried knocks on your door interrupted the concern floating in your head. With a deep breath, and a little anxiety brewing in the pit of your stomach, you walked over to the door and opened it. The first thing you did was push away the feeling of disappointment in your gut and admired his face.

Unlike the slight stubble he had the last time you saw him, his face was clean shaved. He looked more youthful, but his eyes were tired and filled with longing. They were missing their usual gleam, but the longer his eyes stayed on you, you began to see the familiarity in them. And he was dressed rather nicely––a button up shirt, dress pants, and a belt––as if he had just came from an important brunch.

Whenever either of you showed up at the other’s place, both of you knew what the purpose of the visit was. But before hands wandered and eyes closed…You would always talk through a film together, travel on the subway for take out and a bottle of wine, or run menial errands together because Mat was always too lazy to do them himself. But with how you left him two months ago––confessing to wanting something more and he only wanting something physical––Neither of you knew how to approach the situation.

With a deep breath, you stepped back to let him into your apartment and closed the door. You made the call, so you made the first move.

You kept your eyes on your feet as you slowly took a step toward him. When the tips of your toes touched his shoes, you finally looked up at him. The two of you were so close together, but you had never felt further away from him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered like a secret as if the two of you weren’t the only ones in your apartment.

You nodded your head, “Yes,” you gulped when you felt the tips of his fingers graze your palm, “One last time.” And when you finally looked into his eyes, they were dark with lust and despair, “Please.”

And with that word, Mat didn’t waste any time before he grabbed your hips, bringing you toward him in one swift tug, and crashed his lips onto yours. There wasn’t anything gentle about it––he knew what he wanted. But perhaps there were some unresolved feelings he hadn’t uncovered from your last conversation as his fingers softened against your skin.

Not expecting for Mat to be so determined with the first kiss, you let out a squeak of surprise. But he deepened the kiss and you melted into him with ease, molding your body around his as your arms locked around his neck. His tongue clashed with yours, hands gliding up your back until he was able to cup the back of your neck.

“Are you sure,” he murmured against your lips as both of you paused for a breath. He walked you backwards until you pressed up against the opposite wall, not too far from your bedroom, “That this will be the last time?”

You nodded fervently, sticking with your head as your heart fought to overpower your logic. He kissed you again as a strangled sigh escaped your lips, “Last time,” you whispered. Your eyes lowered away from his skeptical stare as you fiddled with the ends of his shirt.

Mat tilted your chin up with his index finger, trapping your lips as if he was trying to convince you that he didn’t want this to be the last time. He wrapped his right arm around your back and squeezed your right hip. He kissed you hard, eager to prove how much he wanted you.

Like every time he kissed you, you were left out of breath. And when you felt well and truly breathless, Mat trailed his lips across your cheek to your jaw, down your neck, and up to your ear, where he whispered words that caused your eyes to fly open.

“If it’s the last time, then let’s make sure you remember it.”

His words paired with his lips nipping on your neck, made you unable to form a coherent sentence. And you were sure he was able to feel the gulp you swallowed as you tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

Once his lips trailed up your neck, he was quick to collide his lips with yours, his body pressing flush against you as his hands trailed up and down your sides. You whimpered into his mouth, submitting all control to him.

“Bedroom,” you breathed against his lips.

At your request, Mat pressed two more kisses to your lips before he connected his hand with your to pull you into your room. He slammed the door closed, as if he wanted to keep the whole world out from prying on the way he would inevitably make you feel.

In a flurry, Mat unclasped his watch from his wrist and kicked off his shoes while you took off your socks. Neither one of your clothes were fully removed before he grabbed onto you again. You didn’t want to think how this would be the last time you were pressed up against him, and it seemed like he was eager to keep you from doing the same.

Mat had you against the wall, his hands massaging your breasts through your dress as you messed up his hair even more with your fingers. You whimpered into his mouth, which spurred him on, and he ground his hips roughly into yours, sending the familiar electric jolt of electricity through your bones to the tips of your toes.

He repeated the process while grazing his hands down your sides and grabbing a handful of your dress, tugging it up. But if this was going to be your last time together, you wanted him to remember it too. You were busy popping the buttons on his collared shirt, and unlatching his belt. The way you successfully undid his pants without looking, while nibbling on his lower lip, was a testament that you were sticking true to your word.

Mat thought you were done, so he moved his hands back up to your breasts, but you knocked his hands out of the way, gliding one hand down his exposed chest before boldly plunging your hand into his pants. Mat moaned against your lips, forcing your head to tilt back so that he could kiss you even harder.

Gently squeezing him outside his boxer-briefs, you noted that he was already growing in your hand. But you knew him well enough to know that he wanted to move things faster. So you slid your hand past the elastic waistband of his underwear and grabbed hold of him.

Mat broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, “Fuck,” he swore under his breath.

You pulled your bottom lip between your lips in concentration, and focused your eyes on Mat’s face as you gently grabbed him at the base. Instantly, his breathing shallowed. You trailed your thumb along his length to gauge his reaction before slowly sliding your hand up and then back down.

After a few swipes, Mat placed one hand beside your head, palm flat against the wall to support himself. In his other hand, he held a gathered handful of your dress, fingers digging into you hip to hold you steady. Feeling him respond underneath to your touch, you increased your pace. Mat’s eyes closed instinctively, gulping through parted lips as his breathing came in sharp uneven puffs.

“That good?” You asked, brushing your lips against his earlobe.

Mat grunted before responding, “Yeah.” His voice was thick and guttural, and you loved the way it reverberated in your ear, as if it was only meant for you, “Yeah––That’s good. More.”

His head dropped to your shoulder as you continued to pump him at a steady pace, and you marveled at the fact that he was completely at your mercy. But Mat wasn’t at your mercy for much longer. He managed to find the strength to pause his breathy curses to whisper in your ear, “I don’t know how much longer I can wait before I take you.”

You turned your head to meet his lips for a prolonged kiss. As soon as your hand was out of his underwear, and his pants were pooled around his feet, Mat spun you around to face the wall, as you heard the sound of your dress unzip all the way down. His fingers were anything but unhurried, but you still felt as if Mat was taking his time unzipping your dress as you felt his knuckles graze against your the ridges of your spine.

When he was successful in unzipping the dress, he slipped it off you in one fluid motion. But before you could turn around, his chest was flat against your back as his hand snaked around your hips and dipped into your underwear, discovering that you were just as ready for him as he was for you.

“God,” Mat moaned, dragging his lips along your shoulder to your neck as he slid a finger inside of you.

You tilted your head to give him more access, and the combination of your skin between his teeth and his finger curled inside you while his thumb stimulated your clit was too overwhelming. And as you felt yourself slightly shudder from the familiar sense of pleasure Mat gave you, he slid your underwear off your hips. He removed himself from your back as you stepped out of your underwear and Mat picked his jeans up from the floor and dug around the pocket for his wallet.

Frantically, he opened it in, and when he found the condom he looked for, he let everything drop to the floor.

He pulled you forward, hungrily kissing you before gripping the backs of your thighs, “Bed.”

With your arms around his neck, all you did was nod in agreement as you felt his hardness between you. He let his hands trail up from your thighs to your hips as he guided you to the few feet of room that separated the two of you from your bed. Once you felt the mattress hit the back of your calves, you unhooked one arm from Mat’s neck to brace yourself for the fall.

But Mat was faster. He hooked one of his strong arms around your waist to pull you ever so close to his chest as he slowly let you down on the mattress. And as you inched your way backwards, his hurried kisses slowed down the tiniest bit as if he wanted to prolong you beneath him for as long as possible. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, you underneath him as Mat cupped your cheek, savoring every kiss like it was his last.

But both of you unable to hold off on the reason why you called him over in the first place, the hand that cupped your cheek dropped and you heard the sound of the condom packaging tearing. With a breath, you opened your eyes right as he finished rolling on the condom.

“Ready?” he said huskily with his forehead pressed against yours.

You nodded, breath ragged as you felt him against your thigh, “Yes.”

With that, he guided himself inside of you, crawling up your torso as he pushed in inch by inch. Like every time you found yourself in this position, your eyes instinctively closed, your jaw dropped at the sensation of feeling this close with him, and you released a satisfied sigh.

You felt Mat’s breath on your cheek as he grabbed your hip with one hand, steadying you before pulling out almost all the way. You gasped at the loss of contact, but your breath was stolen when he slammed back in.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, throwing your head back when he pulled out and then connected your hips again.

The third, fourth, and fifth time…you conceded to him and let him do what he pleased. Entirely out of breath, you simply let your mouth hang open as you waited for him to press into you again.

“If it’s too much, let me know,” Mat said with his eyebrows raised in amusement, as his next thrust penetrated you a bit more gentle, “And I’ll stop.”

Unable to speak as he continued to thrust into you, you shook your head. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear as your hand dropped to his strong back, “This is––This is good,” you gasped out as you felt him deeper inside of you, “You’re doing amazing.”

At your praise, the amusement in his eyes vanished as he let out deep breath through his nostrils.

He adopted a steady rhythm, neither too fast or slow, but with the force he thrusted into you at, it had you quickly feeling like you were going over the edge. You dug your nails into his back, and when he spread your legs even wider, the sensation he made you feel became even more intense. You bit the inside of your cheek, but the moans came anyway, begging him for more.

“That’s it,” Mat said through broken breaths, not even flinching when your nails scraped his shoulder blades, “Are you close?”

Whimpering, you nodded enthusiastically.

Satisfied, Mat grasped your hips and practically lifted them off the bed for each thrust. Barely able to see straight, and feeling entirely out of control, there was a flame burning in your lower gut, shooting out tingles that zipped up every vein of your body. And there was absolutely nothing you could do to hold onto the feeling of how he felt buried inside of you.

Mat knew you reached your peak when you could no longer assist in the thrusting and was left disorientated with slow breaths. Mat sped up his pace, driving himself into a state of bliss shortly after and collapsed on top of you.

After a minute or two of Mat trying to catch his breath from on top of you, he raised his head, relieving some of the weight on top of you. He didn’t say anything, just looked down at you with gentle eyes as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek.

You shut your eyes tight, revelling in the euphoria that lingered in your body for the last time with Mat.

With your eyes still shut tight, you felt Mat shift around. You could feel your throat close up as you expected the inevitable to happen, but when you felt the warmth of your duvet that had fallen off the bed cover you––and felt a strong arm wrap tight around your waist––you let out a sigh of relief.

Your back was pressed against his chest as you felt him also let out a sigh of relief, as if he expected you to ask him to leave.

He soothingly stroked your arm and pressed a featherlight kiss to your shoulder as the two of you laid in silence.

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, fighting the drowsiness taking over your body for as long as you could. Because once your breathing evened out, and your eyes closed, you knew he would be gone. So, you savored the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms one last time. And you savored the silence that allowed yourself to slip into a dream of what it would really feel like if he reciprocated your feelings.

You found solace in the silence surrounding him.

–––

You met someone else.

In the four months it had been since you had last been with Mat, you had met someone else.

He was nice; someone who was prepared for commitment. But he didn’t like to ride the subway, and he didn’t like to lean his head on your shoulder. He never called you on a Tuesday night. His laugh caused you to smile, but it wasn’t an ear-to-ear smile. And he liked to watch movies in silence.

You met someone else.

But you still found yourself comparing him to Mat.

Whenever those thoughts creeped into your mind, you tried your best to push them out. The only way Mat was in your life anymore was if you tuned into an Islanders game. But the boy you met didn’t like to watch hockey that much, so it was rare you caught a game.

Not watching an Islanders game wasn’t the end of the world, after all, you did run in the same social circle, so you saw him occasionally. But your sentences were always kept short…That was if either of you approached the other, which was more rare than you watching him on the television. But you had never seen Mat when you were with Noah, the new boy you had started seeing after you ended your friends with benefits with Mat.

But there was a first time for everything.

You were at a friend’s house, a mutual friend between you and Mat, so you shouldn’t have frozen up when you saw him walk through the door. In the kitchen, you stood with Noah, who had an arm draped over your shoulder, and some friends. You tried your hardest to contribute to the conversation, but like always, Mat distracted you without trying.

From the way his hair was messily styled, but looked put together at the same time, to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled…You couldn’t help but admire him. He was in the middle of laughing, and you felt the corners of your mouth tug upward, but then his eye caught yours and his laughter died down. Sad that you couldn’t hear your favorite sound anymore, you saw his eyes narrow in on the arm around your shoulder.

“Everything alright?” Noah whispered in your ear.

You broke eye contact with Mat just as you saw the faintest bit of pain in his eyes.

Tilting your head up toward Noah, you smiled tightly and lied, “Never better.”

He chuckled, pressed a kiss to your temple and went back to conversing with your friends. Immediately, your eyes went back to where you last saw Mat, but he wasn’t there. You scanned the crowd frantically, afraid you lost your chance to hear his laugh again, but when one of your friends called him over to join your circle, you lost your breath.

Mat stood across from you, jaw slightly clenched and his knuckles that held a beer bottle were a few shades lighter than his skin tone. He greeted everyone he knew, but when it came to you, he barely offered you a smile before turning his attention to Noah.

“I don’t think I know you.”

Your jaw dropped at Mat’s bluntness, and a few of your friends snickered. Being friends with benefits with Mat wasn’t a secret from your friends, but the two of you never really talked about it around them, and none of them knew why things ended.

“I’m Noah,” he introduced himself, an easy smile on his face because you had never breathed a word about Mat to him, “Nice to meet you. And you are?”

“Mat,” he said his own name with a sharp undertone, and his eyes glanced back down at Noah’s hand around softly tracing his nails up and down your shoulder. His eyes softened for a split second, before he heavily breathed through his nostrils, raising his eyebrows at Noah, “And the two of you are…”

“Mat,” you snapped at him with a glare before Noah could answer the question.

You had been seeing Noah for a little under two months, and your relationship didn’t have a title on it. Which you were fine with since the two of you agreed to take things slow, and Noah reassured you he was committed to you. Because at least with Noah, he expressed that he wanted a relationship with you. Mat never gave that to you.

Mat shrugged his shoulders, knowing full well what his intentions were. He smirked slightly before raising the glass bottle to his lips; and he dropped the question as he engaged in conversation with your friends.

Throughout the night, you kept catching Mat’s glare on Noah, but when he looked at you, there was a fondness that you’d never seen in the time you spent with him. He always had gentle eyes, always knew how to draw you in with one look, but there was a sense of regret swirling about whenever he looked at you.

You had moved into the dining room, standing in the corner of the room with Noah, as you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush as he held your hand and told you how pretty you looked. He squeezed your hand, and just as he tilted his head to lean forward in a kiss, he pulled back, straightened his posture, and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as his eyes scrunched together in confusion as he looked down at the ground.

“I think a ping pong ball hit me?”

Your eyes dropped to the ground with his, and right behind his heel, you saw an orange ping pong ball. Immediately, you picked your head up and stared over his shoulder to see Mat with his vision locked on you in the corner. Your jaw clenched as tight as his, because you had been his beer pong partner more than enough times to know how competitive he became, and how he never wasted a shot.

You glared at him the same time he softened his gaze.

Bending down, Noah picked up the ping pong ball and returned it back to Mat’s team. He didn’t know that Mat had intentionally ruined a moment between the two of you. You stood in the corner with Noah for a few minutes longer until you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Once you finished up in the bathroom, you were fully prepared to go back out with Noah. But when you opened the bathroom door, and saw an anxious looking Mat, you knew he would sabotage your night once more. Before you could say anything, he made his way into the bathroom, and locked the door.

“Mat, what are you doing––”

“Just hear me out,” he rushed out as he ran a hand through his hair, “Please.”

If that last word didn’t hold so much meaning to your relationship with Mat, you would’ve pushed past him and left him alone after the stunts he pulled earlier. But with his eyebrows pulled together, tormented eyes wide with anxiety, the least you could do was honor his request.

So with a deep breath, you crossed your arms over your chest and nodded your head.

Mat cleared his throat and tucked a piece of his hair behind his right ear, and then tucked a piece of hair behind his left ear, “I––How was your Tuesday?”

His small talk threw you off, but you played along, “It was fine.” With a single breathy laugh, Mat raised his eyebrows at your answer, and waited in silence until he got a truthful answer. With a roll of your eyes, you huffed, “It sucked. Like always.”

“Do you talk to Noah about your Tuesday’s?”

“I don’t think we should talk about this,” you dropped eye contact with him and reached out for the door. But Mat blocked your exit. You tried stepping around him, but he mirrored your movement. With a sigh, you dropped your shoulders, “What do you want, Mat?”

With your question, his face grew serious and he took a step toward you.

“What do I want…” He hummed and took another step toward you. Ever so slowly, like the last time you met at your apartment, he reached the tips of his fingers out to touch the inside of your palms, “I want to eat my favorite snacks on your couch, lay in bed together, see you wear my jersey again…” He wiggled his eyebrows at his last desire, but before you could shove his shoulder at his show of arrogance, he quickly reached down to lace his fingers with yours.

“I want to hear about your Tuesday’s,” his voice shrank, but when he looked into your eyes, he offered you the smallest of relaxed smiles, “I miss the color of your eyes.”

At a time and place in the past, this was exactly what you wanted to hear. It was everything and more you wanted to hear, but it had come months too late.

The moment you dropped his hand was the same time the smile on his face dropped.

“I’m with Noah now,” you took a step back, “I––I’m with someone else now.”

Mat rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm and when he removed his hands, you saw a harsh pain in them that could only be classified as regret that he caused himself, “Please,” he pleaded with you and took a step forward to catch your hands again. But you stepped back, “Seeing you with him tonight it––Or even when we were together months ago, just imagining you with someone else––”

“That’s not fair,” you felt a painful sting behind your eyes, “I told you I wanted more, but you said no.” He was silent and you sniffled, “You can’t say this now.”

“I miss you,” he gulped, and again, he stepped forward and reached out for you, “I’ve never missed anyone as much as I miss you––”

You shook your head, clamping your lips together trying to block out all of the words you wanted him to say to you months ago, “Mat, stop––”

But like you didn’t want to hear his confession of feelings, he didn’t want to hear that he was too late, “It’s just…Fuck,” he swore under his breath, and shook his head as he looked down at the ground, having trouble stringing the right words together. But when he looked up at you, you could clearly see the inner-turmoil he had gone through over the past months, “I can’t even lose you because I don’t have you.”

The suffering behind his voice caused a single tear to roll down your cheek.

He stepped aside, removing himself from blocking the exit. With a sharp inhale, he sucked in a deep breath, holding it in––just like the tears behind his eyes––as he accepted defeat, “I never had you, did I?”

Unable to stand in his presence any longer without feeling like you were going to sob, you quickly brushed past him and through the door with clouded vision from holding in your tears.

As you left the party, not bothering to tell anyone you were making an early departure, the only thing you could think of was that he did have you. Even if he never thought he did…He had you months ago when you started your friends with benefits. He had you all the time during your arrangement. He even had you when you left him alone on his couch after ending things. And now more than ever, even though you were with someone else, he still had you.

He would always have you in some way.

–––

Your relationship with Noah didn’t progress.

Whether it was due to the fact he never picked up on how Tuesday’s were your worst days or how he picked up on you being distant ever since that party…A relationship never progressed with him.

A month and a half had passed since that party where Mat had you in the bathroom and confessed his feelings for you. Admittedly, you imagined the moment to be sweeter than the heartache both of you felt in that tiny room, but he had said all the words you dreamed about.

You also missed the way he slowly stroked up and down your arm after an intimate moment. You missed the way his hair tickled your neck when he leaned his head on your shoulder. You missed the way he always lit your favorite candle at his place, and always had a backup in case the candle burned out. And most of all, you missed the sound of his laugh.

The month and a half had been miserable. You didn’t have Mat. And you didn’t have anyone who could replace him. So when a particularly hard day came around, you were too exhausted to care that you might not have Mat anymore.

He picked up halfway through the second ring.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, airy, as he breathed in a few breaths, waiting for you to say something. But when all he heard was a shaky breath, he spoke with an even more gentle tone, “Not a good Tuesday?”

Sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a blanket pretending it was someone’s arms around you, you clenched your jaw and shook your head. You felt your throat close up as you sniffled, “No.”

“Is there…What can I do?”

“Come over,” you whispered. And with the way your quivering voice––especially on a Tuesday––Mat knew that all you wanted was a hug, and for someone to say everything would eventually be okay, “Please.”

“Sit tight,” you could faintly hear a smile toying on his face, “I’ll be there within the hour.”

As much as you wanted to stay on the line with him, because even hearing his breathing on the other end calmed you down, you knew he couldn’t be on the phone when he traveled to you. Reluctantly, you hung up after breathing out a nearly inaudible okay.

And like every promise Mat made, he arrived at your place––with a container of soup––within the hour.

You tightened the blanket around your shoulders when you saw him standing in your doorway. He wore sweatpants, a sweatshirt from a year the Islanders made it to the playoffs, and scuffed up sneakers with the laces barely tied together.

Stepping aside, you welcomed him into your apartment, and he wordlessly walked in and headed toward your kitchen. Blindly, you followed him. He set the container down on your small kitchen table and then bent down to open the cabinet where you kept your pots. He poured the soup in the pot, turned the burner on medium, took down two bowls from a cabinet above the stove, and then opened your silverware drawer for two spoons.

He moved around your home like he had never left.

Once everything was in place, Mat turned around the same time he released a deep breath. And with one look at you, his smile was dismal, and his eyes brimmed with sadness thinking about all of the Tuesday’s you had to deal with by yourself.

Neither of you had to say any words to express how lonely you both felt without each other.

You had barely taken two steps toward him when he instinctively opened his arms for you. Barreling into him, his arms felt better around you than the blanket you had wrapped tight around you for the last few hours. With a shaky breath, you breathed in his scent, and you noticed that he smelled like your favorite candle.

Even with your layers of clothes, and the blanket you had, you still felt the heat of his fingers and palms as they softly ran up and down your back, “You’ll be okay.”

With eyes squeezed tight, you gasped for another breath.

“We can talk about it over soup,” Mat whispered as one hand went from your back to soothingly stroke up and down your arm.

You nodded your head against his chest.

The two of you stood in the middle of your kitchen, leaning against each other, until the soup was finished heating up. He took a ladle, poured the soup into two bowls, and carried them to your living room. You followed him, skeptical as to why he didn’t sit at the table, but when you saw him carefully sit cross-legged on your couch––waiting for you to sit across from him––you faintly smiled.

You dropped the blanket from your shoulders, and mirrored Mat’s cross-legged position on the couch. With a bowl of steaming hot soup in each of your laps, you unloaded your treacherous Tuesday to him. And he listened. He listened intently; asking questions where appropriate and reassuring you that the best thing you can do right now is be the best possible version of yourself.

After the soup was finished, the two of you stayed on the couch; you twiddling your thumbs, and Mat tucking his hair nervously behind both of his ears, because neither of you knew where to go from here.

But like all of the times you had been with Mat, he braved through the uncertainty and went after what he desired.

He stretched his limbs out on the couch, feet brushing against your thighs as he lifted his arms over his head. His eyes shut tight as he let out a yawn, and then extended a hand out to you. A small smile made its way onto your lips as you reached out for his hand and he pulled you down into his chest. A laugh escaped your lips as he pulled you into him, both of his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you in place.

And as you settled between the back of the couch cushion and Mat, you listened to his rapid heartbeat as he played with the cotton fabric of the navy blue shirt you wore.

“Is this my shirt?”

You shook your head no against his chest, “It’s mine.”

Mat let out a soft chuckle as he pinched your hip, “I know it’s your shirt, but it…You’re wearing my last name.”

You lifted your head from its soft place on his chest and awkwardly turned your head over your shoulder to see for yourself. And just like he had said, you were able to make out a B-A-R and the number 13 in orange writing. When you got home from your long Tuesday, it was the first thing you saw when you changed into lounge wear. And lucky enough for Mat, it just so happened to be his last name and number.

“I didn’t intentionally wear it,” you mumbled into his chest as his fingertips lightly grazed your bicep. You inhaled an uneven breath, nervous that he might be thinking you called him over for the wrong reason, your voice dropped to a whisper, “I…I didn’t call you over that,” he squeezed your shoulder, reassuring you he knew, “You always make me feel better.”

“More than just on a Tuesday?”

“More than a Tuesday.”

You smiled against his chest and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Lifting your head up, you placed both palms flat on Mat’s chest, and leaned your chin on the tops of your hands and peered up at him, “I’m so tired now, but I want to talk in the morning.”

Mat nodded, “I want to talk too.”

“Do you have morning skate?” You readjusted your head so that it rested just on his collarbone, enough room for Mat to rest his cheek against your forehead.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “I do, but I’ll work around your schedule.” You nodded against his chest, ready for sleep, but Mat’s gentle whisper kept you awake for a few more moments, “I want this,” his voice was almost lost under the hum of the air conditioning starting up, “I want something more with you. I want to make it work.”

You pressed a soft kiss to the base of his neck and he tightened his hold around your shoulder, emphasizing his seriousness.

As the two of you laid on the couch, right as you almost fell into a deep sleep, Mat groggily mumbled about how you needed to sleep in your bed to feel better on Wednesday. Despite your unwillingness to move, you sleepily move off Mat with eyes barely open. And just like how he moved around your kitchen, he took hold of your limp hand in his and pulled you along to your room.

You did your night time routine, and when you slipped under the covers, you saw Mat stand by the doorway, prepared to make an exit. But as you clutched your white linen sheets to your chest in a fist, one hand lazily rubbed your drowsy eye.

“Stay,” you said through your yawn, “Please.”

“Okay.”

Mat rushed through his bedtime routine and quickly slid in under the sheets. Much like your position on the couch, he curled an arm around you and you laid the side of your face on his chest. As both of your breathing evened out, slow and unhurried, you knew you were on the same wavelength.

And as you felt yourself begin to lose consciousness of reality and slip into your dreams, you fell asleep with a smile. Because when you dreamed, you dreamed of Mat, and all of his dreams became yours.

[mystic-myrtille]

Have some Lukanette's first kiss shenanigans bc I'm curently in quarantine and I have nothing better to do

I have never in my life written fanfiction so this is a premier I guess

This doesn't have any context, it's just my otp smooching. Technically this can take place at any moment in the show. Apologies for grammar mistakes or typos, English isn't my first language

Anyway I hope you enjoy!

The sun had already began to set, coloring the sky in various shades of pink, orange and red, when Marinette and Luka walked over the bridge, leading them to the other side of the Seine.

Marinette stopped in the middle to take in the beautiful sunset.

"The sunset looks really pretty today," she said with a smile on her face. Luka noded. "Sure does."

The two teenagers stood next to each other for some time, admiring the beauty of nature and how it reflected on the surface of the water underneath them, while the sun kept descending slowly until it eventually disappeared behind some buildings in the distance.

From the corner of her eyes, Marinette saw Luka turning his attention to her.

"So, I don't know about you, but I for sure had an amazing day with you," he said. Marinette turned to look up at his face. He smiled at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

He continued: "I'd love to meet up again soon. If you're up for that, of course". There was something in his voice that made his last statement sound a little hesitant or uncertain. Marinette found it very cute.

"I love hanging with you, too," she replied, "and I'd absolutely like to go on another date-" when she realized what she had just said, she widened her eyes and covered her mouth with one hand. Well, she had thought that her day with Luka kinda felt like a date, but neither of them had actually refered to it as such. But the two of them together all day, sitting in the park, enjoying ice cream, talking about everything and nothing... that qualified as a date, right? It's not like Marinette was opposed to the idea.

The relaxed smile on Luka's face also disappeared and was replaced with a slight blush across his cheeks and a surprised look. Marinette was a little too overwhelmed to actually realize that Luka was just as flustered as her.

"Uh, I mean, uhm, you know," she stuttered, "uh... oh my god words, I know words! Well... uh"

Turned out her brain was not able to produce any useful words, but that wasn't necessary. Luka got over the shook a little quicker, so he gently took one of her hands and squeezed it. Marinette felt her heartbeat getting faster.

"I mean," he began, "I have nothing against calling today a 'date'. Actually to be honest, I was really hoping this was a date? Because, well," He took a deep breath and smiled again, his eyes full of love and admiration, "you still are the music that's stuck in my head."

Marinette just kept staring at him. The way he looked at her, with his eyes full of love and admiration, he looked exactly like the first time he had told her how he felt about her, when Kitty section won that contest and got to perform on live TV. Back then, he had walked away immediately after, but now he was still there, smiling like a love struck dork with a blush on his face (GOD it made him look awfully cute), not moving. Was he waiting for a response? Marinette knew he was always very patient with her, but she still felt like it would be a little inappropriate to say nothing at all.

In her head, she heard a tiny voice that whispered "don't hesitate". Right, no hesitation. Marinette didn't want to hesitate. She knew how she felt about Luka and she really wanted to communicate that to him. And if her voice refused to be useful at the moment...

Everything happened very fast. One moment Marinette was standing there like a statue and the next she had moved her hands to grab Luka's face, pulled him down and got on her tippy toes to press her lips against hers. The second she met his soft lips, she felt how her heart exploded and a feeling of warmth consumed her entire body. Luka let out a surprised "hmpf" at the sudden kiss and before he could properly react, Marinette's lips left his with a soft click. They stared at each other, lips only centimeters apart, Marinette's hands still holding Luka's face, both blushing.

Marinette looked down to her feet.

"Uhm... I really wanted to let you know that, uhm," she took a deep breath and tried to calm her beating heart down. Her voice turned into a whisper.

"... that you have also been stuck in my mind for some time now. And I would also like to call today a date and I also.... I also really wanted to... ah... kiss... you."

When Luka gave no answer at first, it made Marinette nervous. She did just kiss him without asking him for permission. What if he wasn't ready for that? Has she been too fast?

But when she felt a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up to meet his eyes, which were full of love, all her wories were forgotten. It was just them, in this moment.

Luka smiled. "That makes me really happy," he whispered, "because to be honest, I also really wanted to kiss you. For a while now. And I can't imagine a more perfect first kiss."

Marinette smiled.

"Then... would it maybe be possible if we... did that again?", she asked, looking at Luka's lips.

"There's nothing I'd rather do," he replied and their lips met for the second time. Marinette wrapped her arms aroung his neck while he placed his hands on her hip. This kiss wasn't as hectic as the first one. It was gentle in the way both moved their lips against the other's, very slow and cautious, almost experimental. But it felt extremely nice.

Marinette found herself wanting to stay like this forever. Her in Luka's arms, on the bridge above the seine, under the colorful sunset sky that was slowly going to dark blue. Nothing else mattered in this moment, nothing else existed. it was just them and the fast rhythm of their hearts.

[twistedtranslations]

Kalim Al Asim - Master Chef

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Translation under the cut

Chapter 1

Cafetaria - Judging Venue

A little while before the cooking preparations start-

Kalim: Chef! Please take care of me!

Trey: Well, aren’t you excited?

Ghost chef: He certainly is. Were you perhaps looking forward to the Master Chef program?

Kalim: Yeah! I’ve always been told that “I’m not allowed to use kitchen knives or stoves because they’re dangerous”. That’s why I pretty much never cooked before. But they gave me the okay because a professional is instructing me today! So I’m super excited to try some real cooking!

Ghost chef: S-So, they forbid you to touch knives and stoves? You must’ve grown up in quite an overprotective household. Nevertheless, I am elated that you were looking forward to this program so much! I am eager to teach you. Let me list the meals we’re going to make today.

Kalim: We’re going to make biryani, right?

Ghost chef: Yes. Biryani is a seasoned rice with meat and all kinds of ingredients and spices. We steam curry and rice together, alternated on top of each other in layers. Originally it was a dish of the royal court, and is served a lot at festivals~

Kalim: That’s great! Seems like a perfect dish to welcome guests with.

Trey: Hey Kalim. I have one question… You’re always hosting the banquets. Have you never worked behind the scenes? If you never did, I understand why you wouldn’t know how to cook on purpose but…

Kalim: Now that you say it, Jamil always takes care of the preparations, not me. But this time I know that it’s the host's job to cook the meals to entertain the guests at the banquet. Seeing a chunk of meat roast in front of you, cutting stuff up… I really wanted to try it myself!

Trey: I see. So that’s why you took up Master Chef.

Kalim: Yeah. I can entertain more guests by learning more ways to delight them. By the way, you’re in charge of making the sweets at Heartslabyul’s tea parties, aren’t you? You seem like an expert at receptions, so if you have any secrets, please tell me.

Trey: I don’t think you should use our Unbirthday parties as reference. It’s basically just a gathering of people of our own. It’s different from your parties with guests from all over. And even if you were to use it as a reference… Don’t you want to try making sweets for divided preferences?

Kalim: Huh! So you do it like that. I just want to make everyone eat whatever I like… But yeah, there probably are some people who don’t like peculiar tasting herbs. I realized that next time I hold a feast, I should have a menu that everyone loves and not only ornate dishes. I just want to please as many people as I can!

Ghost chef: Indeed, the guests’s wishes are most important for hospitality. I too stand in the kitchen every day to see the smiles of our students. But enough chattering. It’s about time to cook!

Kitchen

Ghost chef: Kalim, there are enough ingredients to make this recipe three times. In the unlikely event that you fail, we’ll be fine. Relax and enjoy the process.

Kalim: Gotcha! I’ll do my best!

Ghost chef: First, we should cut the ingredients. I’ll have you cut the ginger, garlic, onions and tomatoes. Let’s start with the tomato. Put the flat side on the chopping board. That makes it easier to cut.

Kalim: The flat side… Like this?

Ghost chef: Yes! Now you take the knife with your dominant hand. Hold the tomato down with your other hand so it won’t move when cutting. Put the knife in front of you and press down the middle, while moving back and forth to cut it. Try to use big movements instead of force.

Kalim: Softly with big movements… Wow, I cut the tomato in half!

Ghost chef: Yes, well done! Continue cutting it like that.

Ghost chef: Okay, we finished cutting everything. Next up is…

Kalim: Hm? Hey, chef. There are still some uncut ingredients on the table, can’t we use them?

Ghost chef: Those were just spares in case you failed. You can add ingredients to your preference if you want to?

Kalim: Really? I’m going to use everything!

Ghost chef: E-Everything!? That’s about three times more than the recipe calls for. If you do that our next step might become problematic… Are you sure?

Kalim: Yeah. The more ingredients, the more our guests can eat to their heart's content. Okay, I’m cutting the rest!

Ghost chef: We have now finished cutting up all the spares. Next up is a vital part of biryani’s flavor… the curry! First, heat oil in a saucepan. Stir-fry the green cardamom, clove and cinnamon.

Kalim: Gotcha. ...Ah, wait! You know, I think it’d be splendid if we add more spices, considering we also added more ingredients.

Ghost chef: Right. If you added three times the ingredients, we should also add three times the spices…

Kalim: Great! Okay I’m adding all the spices!

Ghost chef: What?

/Pouring noise

Ghost chef: (H-HE POURED IN ALL THE SPICES~~!)

Kalim: Hahaha! I’m sure this will turn out great with all these ingredients and spices! Let’s continue cooking!

Chapter 2

Cafetaria - Judging Venue

Ruggie: Lalalalala~ Man, bein’ chosen as judge is so great for my food expenses. I’m so looking forward to it. I can already smell the aromas from the kitchen… BLERGH!! T-This intense smell… are those spices!? What the heck happened there!?

Kalim: Hey, Ruggie! So you’re the judge. That’s great! I got some biryani to serve.

Ruggie: No… I have to judge Kalim’s food…

Kalim: Here you go, bon appétit.

Ruggie: Bon appétit, he says… wait, why is there a mountain spilling off this large plate!? How many servings are there!?

Kalim: Uh, I used all the spare ingredients… I wonder how many servings there are? Anyway, it was a huge pot!

Ruggie: O-Okay. (Just as I expected, this seems spicy…) But not eating it would be a waste… I just gotta dig in!

/Chomp

Ruggie: HHHHHHHOOOOOT!! This is too spicy! Is this a punishment!?

Kalim: A-Ah? I wanted you to eat your fill, so I put in a lot of ingredients but did I overdo it? … Ruggie! You’re dripping in sweat after only one bite of the biryani! Hm… and Trey even told me that thinking about the preferences of the guests is important in hospitality. If you don’t like biryani I should just serve another…

Ruggie: ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! Eatin’ what’s served is my creed. Even if I take it home, I’ll finish it! I’m very happy that there are so many ingredients… I’ll be fine, I’ll eat it!

Kalim: H-Hey. This is the first time you made such a cornered expression!? To think I made such an inedible thing for you to persist like that… Sorry, Ruggie! I’m not used to cooking…

Ghost chef: Oh, calm down, you two! It’s fine to remake it instead of being pessimistic.

Kalim: If it weren’t that spicy you should be able to enjoy it right!?

Ruggie: Now that’s a wonderful idea!

Kalim: Okay, let me make something that you won’t regret! But how should I remake it?

Ghost chef: Right, how about this?

/Placing cutlery down

Ruggie: Hmpf… I’m so full! I’m satisfied! And the way you wrapped the spicy biryani in an omelet like omurice, and how you stewed it in coconut milk. That got me. Kalim, your do-overs were all amazing.

Kalim: Great! What a relief.

Ruggie: By the way, can I take the leftovers home?

Kalim: Of course!

Ruggie: Shshshs. I won’t have to worry about food for a few days with these!

Kalim: … While the biryani was a failure, I still learned a lot of skills and satisfied Ruggie. Thank you, chef!

Ghost chef: You’re welcome. Kalim, you honestly have a lot of potential. I want you to continue challenging your cooking.

Kalim: Really? I’ll do my best to learn many more recipes to please my guests!

Ruggie: Wait there, I think you should taste it as well...

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Mystictober 2022 | Day 16 - Musical

Summary: Yoosung and Zen decide to visit a musical together they both can relate to in some way.

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Both agreed to get one specific thing out of their system; the brand new musical series that played in every available town of South Korean.

Although Yoosung's not very much known for his enthusiasm about such activities and Zen preferred staying on the stage rather than sitting amongst the crowd, they both didn't want to miss this trilogy of plays if it's somehow doable with their time management. Luckily, for the first one had been no problem at all.

The musical evolved around a student finding his way into his dream job and taking turns at the corners as he's unsure what to persue exactly at the beginning. It's a story that the blonde college student related to pretty deeply, while it's more of a discovery for Zen to see what's it like to play someone who's more than just lost in their life.

An experience that's somewhat rooted in them for different reasons, that's why they even agreed on going together in the first place. Zen and Yoosung spend lots of time together; but usually it's at one of the others place in order to have some good old deep talk. Or, the more embarrassing reason towards Yoosung, Zen playing the big brother role as the younger one got drunk again.

It's an insider to the two at this point; whether it's inside the chatroom or just between them both. It's funny either way, at least to the actor with blood colored eyes. “This is gonna be great!”

Yoosung cheered as he sat down beside the other with his big can of popcorn. The people around muttered in low voices as the stage's only lit by one single source hanging from above. Zen looked around to see if there's any familiar face to find; it happened more often than he'd like to admit to himself.

“I'm sure it will be, just pay attention this time.” He smiled through the words, hearing Yoosung almost choke on his snack.

It made the other hold back a chuckle. “Excuse me,” He coughed up between his words. “It happened once that I feel asleep-! Once!”

He defended himself despite them knowing they only went to a musical once. And yet Yoosung had managed to sink into the land of dreams at the middle of the entire play. Zen let him sleep back then because he just had a stressful week of exams behind him, it felt wrong disturbing his recovery. Even if they're watching a play in a theater.

Zen rolled his eyes at the college student; taking a handful of popcorn without waiting for premission. “Yeah yeah, we see this time anyway. Haha.” He couldn't help the amusement crawling over his face.

Yoosung pouted by that sight. “Hmpf..” He sat himself straight in the chair again; back to the seat as he held his head higher than needed. “I won't miss it this time, I swear to math.”

“But don't you hate math?” Zen wondered, having Yoosung gaze at him from the corner of his eye. “Exactly! So I will be full of emotions and not fall asleep like last time.” Sounded pretty dumb.

However, Zen had no time to respond as the curtains of the stage started moving backwards with the lights dimming down. The people stopped their midway conversions and the boy standing under the spotlight already had taken his place on the middle of the wooden surface.

Yoosung and Zen found themselves for another silent exchange by looks before paying all of their attention the guy speaking. It's not often they did things like these but if they did; it's something they both find joy in together.

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One Week │Bang Chan(M)

Synopsis: You heard that not having sex could strength a relationship. How long will you and Chan last? 

Genre: Idol!AU, fluff, teasing, smut, slow burn? established relationship, one shot

Word Count: 3k

Masterlist.

This was your idea. 

You did this to yourself but Chan didn’t have to torture you like this. 

A few days ago you came across this article encouraging couples to take a break from their sex life and try to focus on emotional intimacy. It talked about how it would bring you closer as a couple and help your relationship last longer, and not be based on pure sex appeal. 

Honestly, there wasn’t anything fundamentally wrong with your relationship, but since you were both so busy and alone time had been pretty rare. The times you were free you would spend it in bed and end up knocking out right after spending all night making love. You missed the conversation, you missed getting to know your partner. You missed the early stages of the relationship. 

You thought it was a good idea, it was only for a week. 

It was only day three and he was driving you insane. 

You leaned against the bed frame, scrolling through your phone absently. You were just passing the time while your boyfriend got ready for dinner tonight. You had about an hour before you had to meet your parents at the restaurant.

The bathroom door swung open and your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Chan’s curly hair dripping from the shower, his towel sitting low on his hips. His toned body glistening as he walked over to the closet. He never liked fully drying off in the bathroom, he was one that preferred to air dry. 

He smirked to himself, he could feel your eyes on his every move. Looking over his shoulder he grinned. “You look so pretty in that dress Baby. Should I wear a matching button-up or is that too much?”

Your tongue darted out, licking your lips as you just nodded your head. 

He chuckled walking over to you. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and his index finger, making you look at him. “Your words Darling, use your words.”

“Fuck…” you whispered more so to yourself, wanting to go back in time and stop yourself from even bringing up this stupid idea. 

He winked, kissing your forehead. “Now should I wear a white button-up? Or the black one?” his smile widened “You know, the silk one”

“The black one…” you eyed him, letting your gaze follow a particular drop of water that rolled down his chest and disappeared into his towel. 

“You look like you have something else to say Baby?” He quirked a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Perhaps something you want to beg me for?”

The way he eyed you was sinful. He leaned in closer to you, caressing your cheek softly. “May I?” he whispered against your lips watching you nod, giving him permission for a kiss. His lips moved against yours, his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth. You could still taste the watermelon juice on him from earlier. His fingers laced into your hair, tugging you harder as he deepened the kiss. The tiniest growls, echoing from his throat as you bit down on his lip. 

Your hands started getting more daring, sliding up his back, your nails grazing his skin as you tugged him down just a bit. He laughed, catching himself before he fell into bed with you. “Behave”

“I didn’t do anything~” you looked up at him innocently, a small pout playing on your lips. You shook your head, trying to come back to your senses. You could do this! It was only a week, and if you couldn’t even make it a week without having sex with Chan you worried your relationship was purely physical. “Get dressed so we can get going.”

“Alright Baby” he smiled brightly, his cheek dimpling as he gave you a once over. 

You rubbed your temples looking at your phone. Only four more days left of this torture. 

The next day you and Chan were cooking dinner together. You two didn’t normally have this much time together, but he was on holiday from work and you were going to savor every meal with him. You were cooking up an easy stir fry with a steak on the stove. Chan worked on the salad and homemade rolls.

And as much as you savored these little cooking moments. Chan had a tendency tonight of bumping into. One too many times for it to an accident. And you were so touch starved a brush of his fingers could probably make you moan. 

But you tried to ignore it.

Only three more days and you could make love to your heart’s content. You just needed to focus on emotional intimacy. 

“And then Felix helped me write this cute song about photosynthesis-Oops excuse me Love” he grabbed your hips to steady you as he walked between you and the kitchen island. His crotch rubbing against your backside in all the right spots. 

You gasped, biting down on your finger trying to distract yourself. All of this just so he could grab some damn pepper. 

The thing about being touch starved was that absolutely everything made your horny. 

Sure, it was torturous but it was the moments after that made it feel like it was worth it. You had a good conversation during dinner and cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Chan kissed your temple as you watched the tv. He was more captivated at watching your expressions than he was in the film.

You looked up at him feeling him pepper more kisses. “Hm?” 

“Nothing, I just love you”

You mirrored his beautiful smile. Maybe it was the cozy moment, maybe it was the warm lighting bouncing off the tv. But he just looked so welcoming. You leaned into his touch, the feeling of his nails absently scratching your scalp. “I love you too” you bit down on your lip, your eyes darting to look at his beautiful full lips. “Do you want to….” you looked down, your shoulders slumping a bit as you got embarrassed. 

He laughed “What is it? You can ask me anything?”

“You wanna make out?” you leaned closer to him. “No sex just… like making out?”

He laughed leaning into you. “Like some touch starved teenager?” he brushed his nose against yours. 

“Mhmm” you grinned brushing your lips against his. The sweet gesture turned into a heated kiss in no time. Your fingers threaded through his curly hair, as his strong hands cupped your face, holding you against his. Your legs tangled together as he settled over you, pinning you to the couch as his kiss got hungrier. His pupils wild, and dilated as you moaned. Hearing your voice only motivated him more. His fingers gripped your sides, under your shirt. 

You pulled away, your lips swollen and bruised as you struggled to catch your breath. “Maybe we should cool off?”  you playfully swatted his hand that teasingly played with the waistband of your shorts. 

“I’ll behave, I promise I won’t go further” he pressed a kiss on the bases of your throat, sucking the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a mark. 

You threaded your fingers through his hair, yanking his head playfully to make him look up at you. “I know… But if you keep this up, I might want you to go farther and we still have a few days to this challenge.” 

And in that moment he might have been more turned than he’d like to admit. He licked his lips and grinned “I turn you on that much Baby?” He ran his hand up your throat, applying just the smallest amount of pressure. Just enough for you to gasp and to see your eyes roll back. “Mmmm…  you sound so beautiful” he pressed a kiss at the base of your throat, sucking at the skin. His teeth grazing and nipping you as he did so. 

“Chris…” you whined, your thighs pressing together as you felt that coil in your lower stomach tighten. 

“Hm?” he asked absently, peaking up at you past those long lashes. His hand slowly traveled up your neck, gripping your jaw. His thumb pressing against your lips, making you open up for him. Taking his thumb in your mouth. His breath hitched as you sucked hard. Your tongue swirling against the pad of his thumb as you never broke eye contact. “Your mouth feels so good Baby girl” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Darling, if you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can keep doing your little exercise” 

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, chuckling when you whined and grabbed for his hand. “Fuck it” you pouted. “I want you.”

“But we still have… Hm? Is it three more days?” he teased. 

“I don’t care” you sat up, your brow furrowing at him. “I want you...” your hand gripped his collar as you eyed him, your hand traveling lower to rest on his pecks. 

“But wasn’t the whole purpose of this, to get closer? Being more intimate?” he laughed. 

“You can get closer by getting inside me” you rolled your hips into the couch. “Please?”

He laughed, pulling out of your grasp and standing. “I dunno Love, I think restraint and discipline can do you well” he winked. “It’s only a few more days. You’ll survive”

Famous last words. 

You huffed, flopping back on to the couch watching your boyfriend disappear into the bedroom. “This is fucking stupid” you grumbled into the pillow. You couldn’t even really be mad at him. You were the one that proposed this whole stupid thing, and he respected your wish. It was only fair that you respected his wish to finish it. But it didn’t stop you from being pouty about it. 

The next day was your silent protest that you were far over this experiment. You’d given him the silent treatment. Spending all day huffing and pouting. Even stomping when you had the chance. Which to your dismay Chan was finding adorable hilarious. It wasn’t often that you acted like a brat and he was savoring it.

Chan was sitting on the couch reading a book when you came to bother him. Sitting at the far end of the couch. He chuckled to himself and glanced over at you. “Are you done with your temper tantrum?”

“Hmpf!” you turned away from him, turning your attention to the tv. 

He smirked, his cheek dimpling. “I suppose not.” he turned the page to his book, making himself more comfortable. “My Baby is so daring… It’s cute” he glanced at you. “I know what you’re doing”

“Then do something about it”

He snickered “And she speaks” he closed his book,setting it on the table. He licked his lips looking at you, placing his hand on your thigh. Letting it span over the skin before gripping it. “I’m going to finish what you started.”

You straddled him in one swift motion, wrapping your arms around his neck. “How about now?” you grinded your core against him. It’s just two more days.”

“You’ve gone far longer without me when I’m on tour” he laughed, gripping your hips. “Why is it harder now?”

“Because you’re in front of me, and refusing me to be petty”

“Oh is that what I’m doing? I’m just being petty?” he leaned back on the couch, giving you the biggest teasing smile. “You wanted us to get to know each other better, let’s get to know each other” he kissed your wrist softly. “I’m going to ask you some questions, we can get to know each other that way.”

“Will it end with you being inside me?”

“We’ll see” he bucked his hips upward subtly as he moved further on to the couch. The motion was enough to making you moan and grip him harder. Your body, hypersensitive from the dry spell. “Sorry” he gave you a coy smile.

“You’re not sorry” you pouted “You’re being mean”

“It’ll be worth it Love” he chuckled, rubbing small circles on your hips. 

“Kiss?” you brushed your lips against his.

“Of course” he grinned, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling you into a kiss. “Mmm…” he raked his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “What was the first thing you noticed about me?”

“Really? That’s what you want to know?”

“Mhmm.”

“I thought you were cute, but more than that…” you smiled, remembering the day fondly. Chan had just gotten off stage, and your friend who was a staff member wanted you to meet the guys. You spoke before you could stop yourself, you just couldn’t help it telling him how handsome he was. “After I called you handsome...You had to cover your ears and you had the cutest giggle I’d ever heard in my life… I couldn’t wrap my head around how you were the same beastly sexy man, humping the air on stage” he smiled as you kissed the side of his mouth. “What about you? What did you notice about me?”

His eyes raked down your body and you playfully nudged him. “I’m serious!” 

“I’m just kidding” he chuckled. “The first thing I noticed about you was how breathtaking you were. I was pretty self conscious because I was so sweaty from stage and you were just so… wow” he smiled caressing your cheek. And when you spoke I just knew you were my muse”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?” you quirked a brow, asking him a question. 

“When I got back from tour after three months and I got back to the dorm. That same dorm that I’ve lived in for years...and it didn’t feel like home. The first place I needed to go was you.” he looked at you with the most loving look. “You were my home”

“Chris…” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. Just basking in the intimacy. 

“When did you realized you loved me?”

“I always knew… but the biggest sign was when I realized that you were the one person it didn’t feel exhausting to be with. My social battery never ran out with you…. I craved being with you” you giggled. “Essentially you became my home too” you yelped, wrapping your arms around him as he stood up. Holding your body close in his arms as he walked you to the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna make love to you” he set you down gently.

“We still have two more days”

“I don’t need an intimacy exercise to tell me that I love you” he pinned your arms down. “Any objections?”

“None at all” you grinned as he ripped his shirt off over his head. “It was a stupid article anyway” you smiled running your hands up his abs. 

He settled between your legs, pushing your thin t-shirt up over your head. Haphazardly tossing it behind him. Palming your breast, and pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers. “I miss touching you” he trailed a path from your neck down to your nipple, taking the bud between his lips. Your head falling back into the pillow as you moaned, your hips lifting just to feel something. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your sweats tugging them down. “My poor needy Baby is so wet.” 

“Do something about it” you whined, dipping your finger into your core. He licked his lips watching you pleasure yourself. “Look at what you do to me” 

“I’m sorry Baby, let me take care of that for you” he took your finger into his mouth, sucking hard on the digit. A low growl, bubbling from the back of his throat. He boldly lowered himself, slipping his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit. Your finger lacing in his curly hair. Feeling him pick up pace, slipping his fingers in and out of you; Your body shivered, hips bucking up until he held your waist and pushed it into the mattress. “It’s ok Babygirl, I got you” 

Your pants became more urgent as your lower stomach felt hotter, your hips desperately writhing against him. It wasn’t too long from his relentless teasing that you came for him. He lapped up all of your sweetness before sitting back. Taking in just how beautiful you look. Your chest heaving, eyes clenched in pleasure/ He wiped the slick from his with his thumb. 

Looking up at him you gripped his waistband, tugging him to you. “On your back Chris”

He chuckled letting you pull him down. “Yes ma’am” his eyes darkened as you pulled his sweats and boxers down to his thighs. 

“I wanna ride you…” you wrapped your fingers around his hardened length, leaking with pre-cum. You straddled his thighs and sighed as he helped you lower yourself onto him. Sinking down to his full length. 

He mumbled a strained fuck as his head fell back into the pillows. Your warmth clenching him hard as you readjusted to his length. You sat for a good while, hands firmly planted on his chest  as you took the time to let him stretch you out. “Can you move yet Baby?”

“Almost” you whimpered, rolling your hips, his hands instantly gripping your hips. 

“Please Baby… Please I need you to” he groaned lifting his hips, making you bounce on him. The sinful way his name fell from your lips, encouraging him. 

You rocked your hips slowly at first, picking up pace feeling his hands guide you, words of encouragement on his lips. You kept rocking against him, your moans getting louder as he began to snap his hips upward to meet yours. “Fuck-I’m close, Keep going Love” he gripped your hips tighter, knowing it’d leave a bruise.

You leaned forward, holding on to the bed frame to help you get a different angle, his cock hitting far deeper in you than before. Your whole body shivering as you knew you were coming apart. The way your stomach tightened when he playfully licked your breast. “Come for me..” he whispered. “I need to feel you come for me” rocked your hips faster. 

“I’m close.. I’m Ahh…” you clenched your eyes shut, trying to focus on moving your hips. 

“I have to come Baby, let me pull out” when he moved to lift you off you tighten your walls around him, squeezing hard. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

“But-”

“Come in me please… please” you begged. “Fill me”

He was a goner. He grabbed your hips tight, slamming into you before finally coming. He rubbed your clit in a circle helping you reach your climax. “That a girl…” he panted as you collapsed on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, rubbing small circles on your back. 

You peaked up at him before kissing his lips. “I love you” 

He chuckled “I know Baby, I love you too. But the next time you want to get closer intimately just ask me questions, let's spin more time together. We don’t have to test our patients” he caressed your cheek. 

“I know” you giggled. “But you totally caved before I did” you stuck your tongue out, teasing him. 

“What? But I-” he groaned rubbing his temples “Dammit I really did” he laughed hugging you tight, rolling you over to lay beside him. “Well my consolation prize for losing was worth it” he pecked your lips softly. 

End

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Who he is and What he is Not | Clyde x Stan (main), Bebe x Marjorine

Info/Warning(s):

Ftm! Stan & Wendyl (he/him), mtf! Marjorine (she/her), panic attacks,

south park masterlist

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"I still can't believe Butters and Bebe are dating."

"Marjorine." Stan corrects the other as he drops his both his backpack and football bag to the ground, immediately throwing himself onto Clyde's unmade bed. He does his best to ignore the stinging in his heart at the mistake; the doubt in his mind- what if he doesn't accept me?

"Shit- yeah, Marjorine. My bad, dude." The brunet copies Stan's motions, his bags falling to the ground, and lies down on the other side of the bed, shifting to his side: he props his head up on his hand. "Can't believe Marjorine and Bebe are dating. Like, totally was not expecting that, y'know?"

Stan smiles into the pillow, the stinging sensation fading, then turns his head to look at Clyde. "Yeah. I kinda thought Bebe and Wendyl had a thing going on."

"Wendyl? Bro, no! Have you seen the way he looks at Tolkien?"

"Well, yeah, no shit! But Tolkien's straight, dude! And he's dating Nicole! You're like, his best friend, shouldn't ya know that?" Stan lightly flicks his boyfriend on the forehead, who pouts at the action.

"Ow. Meanie." He fakes a sniffle, only to grin a second later when Stan rolls his eyes and grabs the brunets hand. "I know that, but Wendyl still has a thing for him! It's totes obvious!"

"Dude. Babe. Bro." Stan fake gags. "You've been hanging out with Kenny and Bebe too much."

Clyde giggles and guides the raven-haired teens hand up to his lips, gently kissing the skin with a soft "mwah!". "You know ya love it, babes!"

"For some reason." Stan moves to get closer to Clyde, planting a short kiss on the other boys' lips.

"Aw..." Clyde lets go of Stans hand to gently grab his face, rubbing the other's cheeks with his thumb. "That's all, Stanny?"

Stan pushes the others face away with a scoff, then shifts onto his back. "Brush your teeth first, pretty boy, then we'll see. Your breath is rancid."

"What?" Clyde breathes into his hand. "What's wrong with my breath?"

"Smells like school bologna. I swear that shit is made out of human meat or something."

"Hmpf." Clyde pouts again though gets up, making his way to the bathroom. Over his shoulder he calls out, "School bologna is good, dude! You don't know what you're missing out on!"

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While Clyde is in the bathroom, Stan tries not to think about who he is and what he isn't; tries not to think about how Clyde will react when he finds out.

Him and Clyde have been together for only a few months now, and while Stan is... mostly confident that Clyde will accept him as the brunet has no qualms with Wendyl or Marjorine, the lingering fear and uncertainty that resides in the back of Stans mind disagrees.

It did take Clyde years to finally overcome his internalized homophobia and accept that he isn't straight, after all, and even longer for him to finally be comfortable coming out as bisexual. What if Clyde knowing about Stan makes the brunet feel tricked and he realizes he's actually straight? What if he starts to see Stan as something he's not? What if he breaks up with the raven-haired male? What if Clyde lashes out against Stan and tells everyone?

"Stan?" The sound of Clyde's voice breaks Stan out of his spiraling thoughts. "Dude, are you okay?"

Stan realizes his breath is ragged and his chest is heaving up and down, tears pricking at his baby blues. The teen tries to calm himself down, practicing the breathing technique Kyle taught him. In 4, hold 7, out 8. In 4, hold 7, out 8. It takes him a few tries, but after a couple of minutes, Stan is able to steady his breath enough to realize that he never answered his boyfriend.

Speaking of... Stan looks over to the brunet who's standing in the doorway, making eye contact with him only to notice the tears building up in Clyde's eyes.

"...Stan?" The brunet's voice is soft, full of caring and concern.

"I need to tell you something." Straight to the point. No backing out. Stan stands up from his spot on the bed. I can do this. "I'm-"

"Oh my god, you're breaking up with me!" Clyde's voice breaks and the tears gathered in his brown eyes fall, cascading down his chubby cheeks. "You are, aren't you?"

Stan blinks, then shakes his head. "No! No, I'm not breaking up with you, Clyde. I just..."

Clyde sniffles, wiping at his reddened eyes with his sleeve, then his runny nose; Stan sighs.

"I'm trans."

Now Clyde is the one to blink. "Like Marjorine? You wanna be a girl?"

"No!" Stan's voice is firm, and Clyde almost jumps at the tone. "Like Wendyl."

"Oh. Oh!" Clyde smiles as the realization sits in. "Thats cool, dude! But like, you aren't breaking up with me, right?"

Stan smiles back, happy that all his doubting thoughts were wrong. "No, dumbass."

"So... does this mean we can make out now?"