#but when i go back i will see my friends so i am looking forward to that

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{texts above are relevant to story}

cw: alcohol consumption

“chris!” you exclaim excitedly as you see the familiar blacked out bmw pulling up on the curb, pulling yourself up from the stairs you sat at outside the house you somehow ended up at. you were under the impression you and your friend would just be at her house, but when you ended up at a party with a bunch of unfamiliar faces, you knew you had to get somewhere you knew to ride out your drunken state.

he’s not even out of the car when you’re running up to the car and to the passenger door, trying to pull it open but failing miserably. “hey, chill,” chris says to you as he circles around the car, pulling the door open for you. “how much have you had to drink?” he questions as he watches you flop into the seat, the whole car wobbling from the force.

“umm,” you drawl out, turning your head up to look at him, eyes unfocused and darting around. “i’m not sure! maybe… nine drinks?”

chris’s eyes widen in shock as he looks down at you, noticing how hard it was for you to lock eyes with him. “nine drinks?” he asks, desperate to clarify.

“maybe more,” you mumble with a small shrug. “can we get like… taco bell or something?”

chris sighs and shuts the door on you, coming back around to the driver’s side and getting in. once he’s settled, he turns back to look at you again, seeing the messed up hair on the top of your head and the way your clothes seemed a little disheveled. he wonders for a split second if your state was fully to do with alcohol, or if somebody had put something in your drink without you noticing.

“yeah, we can get food,” he says, but doesn’t make any effort to move. “did someone slip something in your drink?”

“what?” you say, slinging your head around to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “think my drinks were just really strong.” you finally say when you process his words.

“okay,” chris nods, eyes scanning over your face to see if you were alright. “are you gonna throw up or anything?”

you laugh and wave a hand at him dismissively, shaking your head. “no!” you say, reaching forward to place your hand on his chest. “you know i’m not a bitch.”

chris laughs and grabs your hand, bringing it back over to your own lap. “didn’t say you were a bitch, just asking if you need a bag or something. don’t want you puking in my car.”

you narrow your eyes at him and turn your body in your seat, crossing your arms. “you called me a raging bitch the other day,” you huff, raising your eyebrows sassily.

he’s not having any of it, not wanting to play into your confrontational switch, so he turns his body back to the steering wheel and puts the car in drive, pulling away from the curb. “because you were being a raging bitch,” he says calmly, eyes scanning over the road as he sets out on the route back to his place.

“what, because I wasn’t with you?” you ask defensively, feeling heat starting to rise up your neck, getting worked up over something that wasn’t even a big deal. “am I supposed to ask you for permission every time I want to fuck somebody else?”

chris’s knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, jaw tensing at your words. he had to remind himself that you were only saying all of this because of the alcohol, but part of him wanted to fight back, wanted to put you in your place. “definitely not,” he responds lowly, eyes locked in front of him. “you really need to stop and think about what you’re going to say next.”

you scoff out a laugh and roll your eyes, turning back to sit straight in your seat, arms still crossed as you stare out through the windshield now as well, eyes still trying to focus on the road as it disappeared under the car. “still want food,” you mumble, lips pursed in a childlike pout. “you’ll get your food, just sit there and be quiet,” chris responds, reaching forward to turn the volume up to drown out anything you might say. you wanted to protest, but the heavy weight on your eyelids started to take over, and within the next minute you were asleep.

it felt like seconds had passed when the passenger door was being opened and chris was reaching down to touch your shoulder, shaking you lightly. “hey,” he said softly, trying to rouse you awake. “dude, get up,” he says louder, shaking you harder. you let out a groan as you come back to your senses, forcing your eyes open once again. “come on, let’s go inside so you can go to bed.”

you take another couple of moments to ground yourself and remember where you are, but you eventually swing your legs to your side and use every surrounding method of support to help you out of the car, feeling drunker than you did when you first got into it. “I feel awful,” you mumble once you’re standing in the driveway, reaching your hands up to rub over your face. chris just laughs and shuts the door before he wraps an arm around your waist and guides you up towards his apartment, his grip on you tight to keep you standing straight.

after stumbling up a couple flights of stairs and leaning on the wall while he unlocked the door, you both finally make it into his place and you immediately try kicking your shoes off, groaning when they don’t slip off with ease. chris chuckles at you again and crouches down to grab your foot to stop you, unlacing your shoes for you. “you’re a fucking mess,” he comments, straightening back up once both of your shoes were off, taking in your appearance.

your hair looked tangled from running your hands through it, and the way that it fell in front of your face made him realize you weren’t even aware of how messy it looked, your purse hadn’t even made it inside, left to spend the night in his car, and your makeup was smudged all around your eyes, already looking days old.

“you’re a mess,” you shoot back, bringing a hand up to poke him in the chest. “I am just… fucking…” you look down at yourself and groan, hands coming up to claw at your top. “get me out of this fucking corset.”

chris grabs your hands and pulls them away from your shirt, turning your body to guide you into his room. “alright, we’ll get you out of these clothes and you can pass out, yeah? sound good?”

you nod, more to yourself than anything as you walk into his room, immediately pushing away from him and going towards his bed, falling onto it face first. chris shuts the door behind him and comes to stand next to his bed, reaching down to rest a hand on the bare part of your back. “do you want to take your clothes off or sleep like this?” he asks, leaning down a bit so he could hear your muffled voice against his comforter, but between your slurring and your mouth buried in the blankets, he couldn’t make out your response, so he carefully rolls you over as to not jostle your stomach too much. “what’d you say?”

“off,” you repeat in a moan, laying limp on the bed with your head tilted to the side, eyes still closed.

“okay,” chris responds, his hands reaching out towards the button on your jeans. your head immediately pops up and looks down at his hands, then his face.

“woah, woah, woah!” you exclaim, reaching down with one hand to push his away frantically. “i’m drunk, chris!”

chris looks up at you with one eyebrow raised, moving to rest both hands on your thighs, your skin touching through the large rips in the fabric. “uh huh,” he nods, sliding his hands back up your hips. “which is why i’m taking your clothes off so you can go to bed,” he tells you in a slow, calm voice, like he’s explaining something to a little kid.

“oh,” you say in understanding, flopping back down onto the bed. “am I sleeping here?” you ask him as you feel his hands starting to undo your pants again.

“yeah,” he answers, pulling your jeans down and off of your legs, leaving you in your panties and a corset he can’t even begin to understand how to remove. “gotta keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t puke on your back or something.”

“ew,” you answer, eyes staring up at the ceiling, providing no help for chris as he undressed you. he reaches down and scoops his arms underneath you to pull you into a sitting position, to which you groan in disapproval. “wanna lay down.”

“I know, but I need to get this… fuckass shirt off of you first.” chris is clueless as he stares down at it, although he doesn’t mind the view too much. he sees what look like latches at the front of the shirt, and he can’t help but wonder why somebody would wear this to go out drinking unless they expected to sleep in it that night. “i’m about to just cut this shit off of you.” he huffs.

“no!” you whine, reaching out to grab his shirt while you tilt your head up to look at him, eyes pleading. “don’t cut my clothes pleeease,” you drawl, tugging on his shirt. “i’ll show you how to take it off, c’mon, you’ve taken my clothes off like a hundred times.”

he couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head in disbelief at your words, but then he agrees and gestures to the corset, ready to learn. “alright, show me then.” he says, taking a step back to watch. you look down at the corset and groan a bit, hands coming up to squeeze the sides together. “just… push it… together… and undo it.” chris watches for a moment, and he thinks he understands, so he steps back up to you and starts to unclasp your shirt, eventually getting it off and leaving you on his bed in just your underwear. you gasp in a deep breath at the relief and flop back down, eyes closing instantly. “so much better,” you breathe out.

chris tosses the corset on the ground and keeps his eyes locked on you, trailing over your body. he admires you in a way he doesn’t think he ever has before, taking in your vulnerable state and recognizing the level of trust you must have in him to not only ask him for a ride, but to lay here so drunk you couldn’t even undress yourself and know that he wouldn’t do anything to harm you. it sent a shiver down his spine, and he had to pull his eyes away from you before he thought too hard about it, turning towards his dresser to grab a shirt for you to sleep in.

he walks back to his bed once he finds an old shirt that he knew fell past your hips, seeing you curled up on your side and most definitely almost asleep, if you weren’t already. he reaches down and pulls the shirt over your head, maneuvering your body through the shirt until he pulls it down on your torso, covering you up. you’re pretty malleable like this, so he grabs your body and slides you up on the bed and under the blankets, finally letting out a sigh of relief when you’re tucked in.

chris runs his hands over his face for a moment before he turns and gets himself changed as well, which just consisted of taking off the clothes he had thrown on to pick you up, leaving him in just his boxers. he debated sleeping on the couch, or the floor, or anywhere that wouldn’t be in your line of fire if your body decided to throw up, but ultimately he talked himself into just sliding into bed next to you, making sure to keep his distance on his side of the mattress.

his efforts didn’t last long, though, because not even a few minutes after he laid down, you were turning your body to face him and scooting closer until you could wrap your arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest, letting out a small sigh of contentment.

chris is taken aback at your action, his arm that’s now around you extended out in discomfort, not knowing what to do in this situation. you guys weren’t cuddlers, it wasn’t a part of your routine when you would sleep together. lay in the same bed and catch your breath, sure, but cuddling was never in the cards, so he couldn’t help the way his heart picked up at your newfound closeness. it almost felt more intimate than being inside you, like you guys had crossed a line he didn’t even know was drawn.

you let out another soft breath, nuzzling your face further into him as you settled in, not noticing his disconcertment. “chris?” you mumble suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he hums, letting you know he’s listening. “if you just let yourself open up, you’d be a really good boyfriend to somebody someday.”

your words are clearer than they have been all night, and it makes chris’s ears ring and his face go pale, though it’s undetectable in the dark bedroom. he doesn’t answer, unable to find a good enough response, and he deems it unnecessary when he hears small snores coming from your parted lips, like you hadn’t just said something that was going to send him into a spiral for the remainder of the night.

he finally lets his hand come down and rest on your back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks over what you said, trying not to focus on your body weight resting on his, and the way your manicured hand sat peacefully on his stomach while you slept.

you’d be a really good boyfriend to somebody someday.

he found that hard to believe.

a/n: they’re becoming REAL

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MY FIRST AND LAST ━ pjs

pairing : bf!jisung x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, jisung is a lil loser umm thats all! synopsis : a series of firsts you've had with your bf jisung wc : 2.1k a/n : muaahahah finally another ncity fic i larb writing for them! if you enjoyed please join my dream taglist !!

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your first date. before you and jisung started dating you were mutual friends through jaemin. jaemin told you about jisung assuring you that he was a nice guy and since you two were single it wouldn’t hurt to go on a date! so being the good friend you were, you listened and decided to go on that date. it wasn’t like you didn’t know jisung, you guys were both in the same graduation year at your college and had met him a couple times at some of the hangouts jaemin invited you to, what was the harm in going on a date?

the date was a movie and dinner after since jaemin insisted that would be the best way to get to know one another. jaemin also reassured you that jisung was sort of interested in you and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a set up. the entire date jisung was quite different from how he texted you prior, he was sort of shy and awkward. a part of you thought maybe he was nervous but then the other part thought that he just didn’t like you. 

after dinner jisung insisted on walking you home and it was then that he admitted that he was actually so nervous the entire date, that he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. “honestly when jaemin told me you said yes i thought i was dreaming.. i mean you’re just so out of my league” he admitted shyly, scratching his neck and looking forward, as if he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. what a cute loser, you thought. “i am so in your league park don’t even.” you replied, elbowing him softly in a playful way. jisung looked down at the sidewalk, cheeks flushed. 

first kiss. after your first date with jisung the two of you went on three more and talked so much over the phone. at some point everyone around you two was convinced that you were dating but of course, you were just two fools who didn’t know that you liked one another. 

“i mean i don’t even think he’s considering these actual dates, you know?” you said, painting your nails next to your roommate, yizhuo, for whatever reason she was convinced that he had the fattest crush on you but you could beg to differ. “he literally said he was so scared to talk to you, if that doesn’t scream into you i don’t know what does” she sighed out, crossing her arms and sinking further into the couch. you sighed and threw your head back in frustration, why couldn’t he just tell you how he felt?

“i just have no idea how to say it you know, besides there’s no point she does not like me” jisung groaned out, making both jaemin and chenle eye one another. chenle rolled his eyes and sighed, “you take this one” he waved off at jaemin who sighed as well. “if she wasn’t into you do you really think she would’ve gone on like five dates with you?” he looked at jisung who only frowned slightly. “i don’t know! maybe she’s just being nice” he said, pacing around the room once more which made chenle even more frustrated. jisung had been going on for about an hour now and he was tired of it. “dude if you really wanna know her apartment isn’t like far from here, just go” chenle replied, scrolling through his phone mindlessly. 

if chenle were looking at jisung he would see that something clearly was put in his mind, “you’re right..” he mumbled. before jaemin and chenle knew it, jisung was putting on his shoes and grabbing his coat, heading out the door. “dude it’s raining!” chenle shouted, making jisung shake his head, “i’ll be fine!” jisung was indeed not fine because after running to your apartment he was sure there was water in his socks. it didn't help that it was cold outside so his bones were quite frozen. 

in the middle of your conversation you and yizhuo heard frantic knocking on the front door. “what the hell..” you mumbled, glancing at the door then yizhuo. she sank further into the couch and shook her head, “you get it! you’re already standing up” she pointed and you sighed at her childishness. you walked over to the door, opening it to reveal jisung, drenched from head to toe. he seemed out of breath, like he had ran here. 

“oh my god jisung come in” was all you could say as he came in, still shivering. luckily you still had a towel hanging so you draped it over, patting his hair dry, then his face. as you held his face, he looked in your eyes, trying to build up the confidence to say something. you glanced over to the couch, yizhuo was long gone and probably ran to her room.

 “i’ll get you-“ 

“do you like me” 

you looked back to jisungs eyes, staring into them. “i..” you breathed out, unable to find words. “i really like you and i know you probably just don’t feel the same way but we could just be friends-“ “shut up park” you mumbled, leaning in to kiss him. his lips reciprocated, moving against yours. his lips were cold, yet still soft, the same with his hands as they found your waist, pulling you closer. you smiled softly as you pulled back, jisung wearing that same cute smile he always does. 

“does this mean we’re dating?” he breathed out and you nodded, laughing. “yes park, we’re dating.”

first time sleeping over. you and jisung had been dating for about 3 months, it was safe to say everything was smooth sailing. your friends are always sick of you two but that’s just because you loved kissing his pretty lips. yizhuo was especially tired right now because she had to stay in her room while you and jisung watched a movie in the living room. as the ending credits rolled you looked over to jisung who was sound asleep next to you, poor boy. before he came over he had said he was up all day for some labs he had to do but he still insisted on coming over to watch this movie with you. 

you patted his cheek softly, waking him up. he looked around confused then looked at you and frowned slightly. “i fell asleep didn’t i?” he sighed and you nodded, “it’s okay, you were tired don’t worry” you smiled softly, patting his head. the two of you sat like this for a couple seconds until you broke the silence. “you could.. sleep over. you’re too tired to go home” 

immediately jisungs cheeks flushed and you felt yourself melting a little. “uh.. yeah okay..” he cleared his throat, standing up to rub his palms on his sweatpants. “cmon” you smiled, leading him to the way to your bedroom. as the two of you walked in jisung shut the door behind you two, watching as you got into your bed, leaving space for him. jisung stood there awkwardly for a couple seconds and you sighed. “grow up park we’ve cuddled on the couch” you smiled, heart melting at his nervousness 

“yeah yeah..” he mumbled, walking over and slipping under the covers with you. he laid down, turning to face you. you smiled at his rosy cheeks. “hi” you breathed out, eyes not leaving his. “hi” he mumbled back, making you smile even more. you scooted closer to him and nuzzled your face in his chest. jisung hesitated before holding you closer in his arms. “night park” you muttered, making jisung smile softly. he rested his chin on the top of your head, “night baby.”

first time crying in front of the other. for the past week or so, you’ve been distant with jisung. there was no specific reason it was just because sometimes you have those days and strong people can’t always be okay. you didn’t want to burden jisung with this so here you sat, in a booth full of your friends, grilling meat and talking. you picked at the food on your plate and set your chopsticks down. 

jisung noticed and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “you tired?” he spoke, softly. you leaned back a little and looked in his eyes, full of worry. “yeah a little” a lie. he nodded and looked to everyone, “me and yn are heading out guys” he said, grabbing your hand so the two of you could leave. everyone said their goodbyes and you two left the restaurant. 

you found yourself telling jisung everything to the point where you thought you were burdening him. which is why you didn’t choose to tell him how stressed you had been lately. in hindsight it was the worst decision ever but you thought you were doing a good thing. the walk to his apartment was short and silent. as you two entered his apartment he helped you talk off your coat and hang it for you. 

jisung knew something was up, he knew you lied to him in the restaurant but he didn’t want to say anything in front of your friends because he believed it was a conversation the two of you should have alone. “i’m gonna go use the bathroom” you said, not looking at him. “wait” jisung stood in front of you, blocking your way. 

he looked down at you and frowned slightly. “did i do something wrong?” he breathed out and you furrowed your brows looking up at him. “what?” ���you’ve just been so distant and i thought maybe today things would be fine and i guess not..” hearing him say those words broke your heart, he thought you were mad at him. the two of you stood in silence, jisungs eyes searching yours. 

the silence was only broken when you started crying. “hey hey hey..” jisung mumbled, pulling you into his arms. “i’m sorry i just i was so stressed out and i didn’t want to bother you” you spoke through broken sobs, jisung stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head. “you could never bother me, baby, don't think that,” he said, holding back tears of his own. how could he have let you think that way?

you pulled back and he wiped the tears off your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. his own eyes slightly glassy. “your problems are my problems and that’s how it’ll always be from now on, okay?” he spoke, looking into your eyes and you nodded, sniffling softly. “now cmon let’s get you something to eat” he smiled, grabbing your hand in his and leading you to his kitchen. 

first time saying i love you. the night before you and jisung celebrated your one year, it was everything you could’ve dreamed of. he took you to a nice fancy restaurant, then desert afterwards and finally you ended the night off with a walk around the city park. throughout the night only one thing was on your mind, you loved him. 

you loved every detail of him, how he lights up your day with his presence, how his nose scrunches when he smiles. everything. you knew deep down you did but last night sort of solidified it for you. you turned in bed to face him, fast asleep, making you smile softly.  

you pushed some of the hair off of his face, making his nose twitch a little. his eyes opened to see you, making him instantly smile. “good morning baby” he said, voice a bit raspy. “morning park” you smiled back, letting him pull you into his chest. his hand rested on your back, drawing small shapes. 

“you sleep well?” you looked up at him, him nodding and rested his chin on your head. “could sleep a little more” he mumbled, making you smile. “you can’t park, you have class at noon” you replied, jisung only groaning aloud in response. “just ten more minutes..” he muttered, holding you closer if possible. 

you two laid in that position for a couple more minutes until you leaned back a little to look up at him properly. you stared in his eyes and smiled softly, cupping his cheek. “i-“ “i love you” jisung breathed out. you stared back, shocked but a little proud? you didn’t think he’d have the guts to say it first. “you beat me to it” you mumbled, making him smile. “not gonna say it back baby?” he teased, leaned in to kiss your face all over. 

you giggled at his acts, feeling ticklish as his hands roamed your body to find your most ticklish spots. “i love you too park stop it!” you spoke through giggles making jisung laugh with you. he stopped to look at you, your flushed cheeks and lips that were pouted oh so softly. all he wanted to do was kiss you. and that he did. jisung always kissed you like his life depended on it and that wasn’t gonna change anytime soon. 

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pt2 to the diluc voice line story PLEASE!! I LOVED IT SOOO MUCH

A love story told through voicelines (II)

C/W: slow-burn, Diluc x gn!reader, reader works at the flower shop in Mondstadt, a few Wicked and Epic: the musical references (let’s see if you can catch them <; ), fluff, angst slight comfort

Note: I’m so glad a lot of you guys liked part 1! Let’s hope I don’t disappoint with this one, ‘cuz I got 2 more parts planned for this.

(You) About Diluc: New impressions

I think I’m starting to understand him better now. Beneath that stoic exterior, he’s just someone doing his best to protect the world he cares about. It’s kind of sad, though… how so many people overlook that. He deserves more credit than he gives himself. I wonder how he manages to carry all that weight on his shoulders alone.

(Diluc) About you: New impressions

I’d be lying if I said they didn’t bring a little light to my days. Ahem—they’re a dependable friend, of course. Their boldness and genuity are rare qualities, and somehow, they always seem to find the right words. It’s reassuring to have someone like that around. I wonder if I should make their favorite drink in case they come by today…

(You) About Diluc: A growing bond

He can be funny at times, but I don’t think he knows it. Like, he once told me he doesn’t like wine, so I pointed out that he owns a winery, and he just looked at me, dead serious, and said, “Is the hunter expected to eat raw meat?” Hahaha! The way he said it was so deadpan, I couldn’t stop laughing!

The more time I spend with him, the more I notice the little things—the way he always makes an effort to listen, even though he doesn’t know what to say; or how, when he opens up, his perspective is always so mature, so layered. I noticed that every time I come to the tavern now, my favorite drink is always prepared beforehand, even when Charles is behind the bar. He may not say it out loud, but I can tell he cares.

(Diluc) About you: A growing bond

Beneath their lightheartedness, there’s a quiet strength, a sincerity that’s rare to come across. I never expected to find myself looking forward to our conversations. It’s almost as if I’ve started depending on those moments. I’ve been manning the bar more frequently, secretly hoping they’d stop by—even for a short while. How did this happen?

(You) About Diluc: What is this feeling?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’ve been thinking about him wayyyy too often—more than I should. It’s like my day revolves around him now. I wake up wondering if he’ll pass by the flower shop again. When I’m at work, I catch myself picking out flowers I think he’d like, just in case I see him. And don’t even get me started on lunch breaks—I’ve been stopping by the tavern more than I’d like to admit.

And the worst part? I’m starting to wonder if I’m imagining things. He’s so… reserved. It’s hard to tell if he even enjoys spending time with me or if he’s just being polite. What if I’m reading too much into it? What if this is all one-sided, and I’m just setting myself up for disappointment?

It’s frustrating—why can’t I just stop thinking about him?! He’s so serious, so closed-off, but every once in a while, I see these small moments where he softens, where he lets his guard down just a little… and I can’t help but be drawn in. Ugh, what am I doing? Falling for him? No, that’s ridiculous. We’re just… friends.

I don’t even understand why he’s so guarded in the first place. I mean, it’s not like he has anything to hide… right?

(Diluc) About you: What is this feeling?

I can’t focus on my work lately. I keep hearing their voice in the back of my mind, or catching myself wondering if they’ll stop by the tavern for lunch. When I think about them, my head starts reeling, and my pulse rushes. It’s strange. I’ve been this way for days now. Adelinde has noticed, and it’s been difficult to hide. I thought it would go away—this feeling of unease when they’re not around. But it’s not fading. The more I think about them, the more it becomes impossible to ignore.

It’s starting to affect me. I’ve always prided myself on keeping control, but now, I’m beginning to feel like I’m losing it. This attraction… it’s dangerous. What if I can’t protect them the way I want to? What if my responsibilities get in the way? Maybe I should keep a distance now. I don’t know how to reconcile what I feel with my duty as the Darknight Hero—ah, another reason to stay wary. But the thought of pushing them away… I don’t want to.

(You) About Diluc: Worries

Is it just me or does that man have too much on his plate? For the past few days, I noticed how distracted he was during our conversations. It’s like there’s always something on his mind, something that adds to the weight on his shoulders. He’s speaking a lot less now, as well, much like when we first met… always keeping his answers short. His eyes look tired, his frame is getting lighter… and if you look closer, you’ll see his rare smile is torn. I’ve tried asking if he’s okay, but he brushes it off with that calm, distant demeanor of his, then suddenly dismissing himself because ‘something came up.’ No, I don’t have time to think about how I feel, right now. Something’s up.

I guess I worry about him a lot. What if things aren’t going well at the winery? What if he doesn’t come back to wherever he’s running off to? What could he be keeping inside that makes him act like this? Hm, it could be just all in my head, but… whatever it is, I hope he knows he doesn’t have to face it alone. Even if he thinks he does.

(Diluc) About you: Worries

Why? Has something happened to them?—Ah… apologies. I’ve been on edge these past few days. It’s difficult to explain, but I can’t seem to shake this instinct to protect them. I’ve been watching the crowds more carefully, scanning for any sign of danger, and keeping an ear out for anything that might threaten their safety.

I fear they’ve noticed how distracted I’ve been during our conversations. I tried to keep my distance, to ensure they’re not caught up in anything dangerous because of me, but it’s… not easy. The more I try to step back, the more I find myself thinking about them. Have they noticed the change in my demeanor? Do they suspect the reason behind it?

I only hope they understand that my distance isn’t because of them… but because of the risks that follow me. If anything were to happen to them because of me… I don’t think I could forgive myself. Yet, even knowing this, I still feel drawn to them. It’s a dangerous contradiction.

(You) About Diluc: Distance

I’m starting to realize that Diluc might be more closed off than I thought. Every time I try to reach him, it feels like I hit a wall. Why does he keep pushing me away? Doesn’t he see that I just want to help?

Every time he dismisses me with that calm mask of his, I can’t help but feel like I’m losing him. Maybe I should give him space, maybe he needs it, but I just don’t want him to shut me out forever. I don’t know how much longer I can watch him bear the weight of his responsibilities alone.

If words won’t reach him, then maybe I’ll try something else… something to remind him he doesn’t have to do this by himself.

(Diluc) About you: Distance

There’s a part of me that wants to tell them everything—about my past, my duties, the dangers that follow me. But I can’t. Not yet. If they knew, would they still look at me the same? Would they still want to be near me? I’ve been keeping my distance for their sake, but the more I avoid them, the more I feel the ache of their absence. *sigh* I don’t deserve to rely on them this way.

(You) About Diluc: Flowers

Since asking him directly isn’t getting me anywhere, I decided to try a different approach to maybe let him open up. I heard Small Lamp Grass flowers were his favorite, so I decided to get some and leave them in the tavern for him. I even left a note, hehe. Considering what’s going on between us, though… do you think he would appreciate it?

(Diluc) About you: Flowers

“For when nights are long, and the weight feels heavy—may these remind you that you’re not alone.” That was their note, marked with a little heart at the end. I thought it was a mistake, at first—that the flowers were for someone else. But as I recognized their handwriting… something in me softened.

Honestly, it’s silly. Such a simple gesture, yet I find myself reading their note over and over again. I placed them in my office. Their glow brings a warmth in the room, and whenever I look at them, I’m reminded of their smile. Hah… Everyday, it gets harder to draw myself away from them. Maybe I can allow myself this one sliver of respite. Just this once.

—

[onegayastronaut]

A Leap of Faith

Requested by anon: Can you do a Criminal Minds imagine where the reader and Aaron are best friends and he keeps telling her to ask JJ out but she’s too nervous but finally one day after his encouragement she goes up to JJ and asks her out nervously and JJ says yes

Words: 1469

It was a quiet evening in the BAU bullpen, the hum of the air conditioning the only noise breaking the comfortable silence between you and Aaron Hotchner. Case reports were piled high on both your desks, but your focus had long since wandered to the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach—the ones that always appeared when JJ was around. She had smiled at you earlier, a casual grin that lit up her whole face, and you were still trying to recover.

Hotch’s voice broke the silence, pulling you from your reverie. “You know, you should just ask her out.”

Your head snapped up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “What?” you sputtered, heat creeping up your neck.

He didn’t even bother looking up from his paperwork. “JJ. You should ask her out.”

You groaned, sinking lower in your chair. “Hotch, for the love of all things good, stop.”

He finally looked up, one eyebrow raised in that way he always did when he was amused. It was rare, but you’d known him long enough to spot it. “You’ve been pining for months. You think I haven’t noticed? I’m not the Unit Chief for nothing.”

You buried your face in your hands. “She’s way out of my league. She probably doesn’t even see me that way.”

Hotch’s expression softened, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. “You’ll never know unless you try. JJ’s not the kind of person to shut you down cruelly, even if she doesn’t feel the same. But I think you’re selling yourself short.”

“I’m not selling anything,” you muttered, though his words warmed you a little. “I just…what if she says no? It’ll make everything awkward.”

“And what if she says yes?” he countered, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re stronger than you think, you know. You’ve faced worse fears than this. And JJ cares about you; anyone can see that.”

You glanced at him, doubtful. “Anyone?”

Hotch’s smile widened fractionally. “Well, anyone who’s paying attention. Which, in case you forgot, I always am.”

You gave him a weak chuckle, shaking your head. “Fine, fine. I’ll…I’ll think about it. But don’t expect miracles.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, his tone light but firm. And with that, he went back to his paperwork, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It took a few days—a few painfully awkward days where every interaction with JJ felt charged with nervous energy—but eventually, Hotch’s words began to sink in. You couldn’t stop thinking about the “what if?” scenarios. What if she did say yes? What if she had been waiting for you to make the first move?

By Friday afternoon, you’d worked yourself into such a frenzy that you couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Hotch noticed, of course. He always did.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that,” he said dryly, watching you from his desk.

You stopped mid-step, glaring at him. “I’m thinking.”

“You’re stalling,” he corrected. “JJ’s in the conference room. Now’s your chance.”

Your stomach flipped. “What? No, I can’t…not right now. What if she’s busy?”

“She’s looking over some files. She’s not busy,” he said, already standing up and steering you toward the door. “Go.”

“Hotch,” you protested, your heart racing, “I’m not ready!”

“You’re ready,” he said firmly, giving you a reassuring pat on the back before practically pushing you out the door.

You stumbled into the hallway, nerves bubbling to the surface. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and made your way to the conference room. The door was slightly ajar, and you peeked in to see JJ sitting at the table, her blonde hair catching the light as she flipped through a file. She looked so focused, so beautiful, that your courage almost fled right then and there.

But then she glanced up and smiled when she saw you. “Hey! What’s up?”

You stepped inside, your palms suddenly sweaty. “Hi, JJ. Um, do you have a minute?”

“Of course,” she said, closing the file and giving you her full attention. “What’s on your mind?”

Your mouth went dry, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words. But then you remembered Hotch’s encouragement, the way he’d said you were stronger than you thought.

“I, um…I was wondering if you…” You paused, took a shaky breath, and tried again. “Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like…on a date?”

The words hung in the air between you, and you braced yourself for rejection. But instead, JJ’s eyes widened in surprise, and then she smiled—a soft, warm smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re asking me out?” she said, her tone teasing but gentle.

You nodded, your face burning. “Yeah. I mean, if you’re not interested, that’s totally fine. I just…I thought I’d give it a shot.”

JJ stood up, stepping closer to you. “I’d love to go out with you,” she said, her smile widening. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, really?”

She laughed, a melodic sound that made your chest feel light. “Really. I wasn’t sure if you were interested, so I didn’t want to push. But I’m glad you worked up the courage.”

Relief and joy flooded through you, and you couldn’t help but grin. “So, uh…how about dinner tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.

As you left the conference room, floating on cloud nine, you passed Hotch in the hallway. He gave you a knowing look, his expression unreadable as always, but there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, and he gave you a small nod before continuing on his way.

The next evening, as you sat across from JJ at a cozy little restaurant, you couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly everything had turned out. The conversation flowed easily, laughter came naturally, and every moment with her felt like a dream.

You started with casual topics—favorite childhood memories, funny stories from past cases. JJ told you about her boys, sharing sweet anecdotes about Henry and Michael that made you smile. You shared a few embarrassing tales of your own, earning laughter that made you feel like you could conquer anything. The way her eyes crinkled when she laughed was something you’d commit to memory.

As the evening went on, the conversation deepened. JJ opened up about her fears, her hopes for the future, and her gratitude for the family she’d found in the BAU. You listened intently, hanging on every word, and when she looked at you with such openness and trust, you felt a warmth spread through your chest.

“You’re so easy to talk to,” she said at one point, her gaze soft. “I’ve always felt comfortable around you.”

“That means a lot to me,” you said honestly, your voice steady despite the emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “I’ve always admired you, JJ. Not just for what you do, but for who you are.”

She blushed at that, a rare sight that made your heart race. “Thank you. That…that really means a lot.”

By the time dessert arrived, you felt like you were floating. Sharing a slice of cheesecake, you both laughed when your forks clashed in the middle, and JJ teased you about being too slow. It was a moment so simple yet so perfect that you wished it could last forever.

As you walked her to her car later, the crisp night air wrapping around you, the nerves returned. You didn’t want the evening to end, but you weren’t sure how to say it. JJ seemed to sense your hesitation, and she turned to face you, her smile gentle.

“I had a really great time tonight,” she said softly.

“Me too,” you said, your voice almost a whisper. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

She stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. “I should be thanking you. I’ve been hoping for this for a while now.”

Before you could respond, she leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her smile was brighter than ever.

“Goodnight,” she said, her voice warm and full of promise.

“Goodnight, JJ,” you managed, your heart soaring as you watched her drive away.

The next day at the office, Hotch raised an eyebrow at you as you walked in, the grin on your face impossible to hide. He didn’t say anything, but the knowing look he gave you said it all. You owed him more than just a coffee now, but you’d figure that out later. For now, you were content to bask in the glow of a perfect first date and the promise of many more to come.

[spideysbruh]

New Year

Florence was having a New Years party, and since they were all so busy this year, they felt like they had to go to make up for lost time. But Florence throws the best parties, so they were looking forward to it.

Y/n is wearing a pretty short dress, and Timothée hasn't been able to keep his hands off of her since she put it on. 

“I don't know how we're gonna get through the night baby, I'll be honest.” He says, wrapping his arms around her waist as she finishes putting on her lip gloss.

She giggles and turns around, playing with the collar of his shirt, “Honestly same, you look so hot in this shirt.” She runs her hands along his torso, he smiles and leans down to kiss her softly. “Now you got lip gloss on your lips.” She says, going to wipe it off but he moves his head away.

“Leave it, it tastes good.” He says, making her laugh.

They get to Florence's house, she nearly tackles them to the floor as the bass of the music shakes the house. “I've missed you guys! You both look gorgeous! Go get some drinks! There's food in the dining room as well!” She says, putting an arm around Y/n, guiding them to the dining room.

“Thanks for throwing this party, Flo. We've missed you so much.” Y/n says, reaching for a cup, handing one to Timothée as well.

“Of course! You're my best friends.” She says, “I've gotta go greet some more people, but have some fun guys!” 

They laugh and serve themselves a mixed drink, downing it to loosen up.

“It's lowkey been a while since I've been to a party like this.” She says, looking around to see who she knows.

“Me too, god damn we really were busy this year, huh? We barely fucking partied.” He chuckles, she laughs and nods.

His hands find their way to her waist and he squeezes it a bit, she raises an eyebrow at him, “Whatcha doing?”

“You just look so fucking good.” He mumbles, going in to kiss her again, slipping his tongue between her lips. She closes her eyes and kisses him back for a bit before pulling away.

“Come on, I think I saw Taylor over there.” She says, pulling him to the living room. 

They find some friends and dance and mingle for a couple hours. Timothée really tries his best to not absolutely devour her in front of everyone, but when it's twenty minutes to midnight, he pulls her into the hallway.

“What's up, babe?” Y/n asks, reaching up and rubbing her thumb across his cheek.

He leans into her hand and sighs, “You're killing me, you know that? What say we go home and I just fucking absolutely ruin you into the new year?” He suggests, she gasps at his words and tries to ignore the way her arousal has soaked her underwear due to them. She crosses her legs to soothe the way her core is now pulsing.

Timothée smiles and heads for the door, but she stops him, “What are you doing? Was that not an unspoken agreement we just had?” Timothée asks, she shakes her head and turns around, slowly walking upstairs, gesturing for Timmy to follow her.

He smirks and rushes behind her, his hands once again finding her waist as they walk through the crowd of people, most of them drunk.

“Baby, how much have you had to drink?” He asks over the music, now worried that they may not be in the right state of mind.

“Just the one when we first got here.” She replies, meeting his eyes as she opens the door to the bathroom. He nods and quickly pushes her in, locking the door behind them.

“Okay good, me too.” He says and wiggles his eyebrows, making her laugh before he attacks her face with kisses and lifts her onto the sink.

He kisses at her neck as she unbuttons his pants and his hands pull her dress up over her hips. “You gonna fuck me into the new year, Chalamet?”

“Fuck yes I am.” He groans, sliding her panties off, and placing them on the counter next to them.

She exhales loudly as she reaches forward and pulls his dick out from his underwear, pumping him a few times as he groans against her ear.

She moans as his breath hits her neck, goosebumps instantly rising at the sensation. Timothée soothingly rubs her arm as he lets a stream of spit fall onto her pussy, rubbing it around her folds with his cock before he slowly pushes in.

They moan into each other's mouths, she softly kisses him as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into her. A loud moan escapes her lips and he shushes her.

“We're gonna have to be quiet, baby. There are people right outside.” He whispers, kissing her cheek as he sets a steady pace.

“Fuck,” She pants, bringing a hand down to play with her clit, “That's gonna be hard, Timmy.” She whines, clenching around him.

He groans, “I know, babygirl.” His eyes roll back and he speeds up his hips, “Fuck, tu es comme un rêve.” 

She blushes and starts to roll her hips against his, pulling Timothée to her lips so he can swallow her moans. Their breaths are hot against each other's mouths as his hips slam against her, his dick hitting her g spot with every thrust.

His hand comes up and kneads her breast, squeezing it softly as he licks into her mouth, feeling the vibrations from her moaning.

“Harder, Timmy, please.” She whines, tangling her hands in his hair.

His hips get faster and his thrusts get harder as they hear someone outside say it’s two minutes to the new year. Her face is flushed and her mouth is parted as soft moans emit from her mouth as his hips continue their pace and he smiles, “You look so fucking beautiful right now.” He says simply.

She meets his eyes and smiles, pulling him back down to kiss her, “You look so fucking beautiful right now,” She replies, making him laugh.

“You feel so good, fuck, I never want to leave your pussy. Always so warm and ready for me.” He moans into her ear, his thrusts getting sloppier but remaining hard, “I’m close, baby.”

“Me too, you always fill me up, Timmy. Fuck baby, you always give me everything you got, Timothée, fuck- yes, baby!” She loudly moans, no longer caring about anyone hearing her outside. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum into the new year? Fuck, your pussy is a fucking dream!” Timothée grunts, replacing her fingers on her clit with his own, rubbing harsh circles on it, her moans echoing in the small room.

“Yes Timmy, we’re starting the year off right! No better way than with you inside me, you always know how to make me feel good, baby.”

They hear everyone start to count down from ten and his thrusts get to an indescribable pace as their moans get louder over the squelching noise of where their bodies are joined. He puts his head in the crook between Y/ns head and shoulder and groans as she cums around him, her walls clenching as his finger slows down on her clit. He bites her shoulder as he thrusts a few more times.

Fireworks and cheering can be heard from outside which perfectly shields their actions inside the bathroom.

“I’m gonna cum- fuck-” He whines and pulls out, pumping himself two more times before he explodes all over her thighs and dress, she moans as the cool air hits her pussy, their mixed arousal leaking out a bit.

“You could’ve come in me, babe.” She sighs, rubbing his cheek, he kisses her palm and eyes her down, she smirks.

He turns around and finds a towel, wets it in the sink and softly places it on her thighs, cleaning her up as she admires him. She silently takes the towel from him and tries to get everything off of her dress, but some of it’s already seeped in.

She sighs and sternly looks up at him, “Two things. One, this was a new dress and I really liked it. Two, how are we supposed to leave with this very obvious stain now on me?”

Timothée chuckles but then looks at the door and back at her, “Uh…. fuck.”

*

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

✨Strawberries and Cream Presents✨: A Kinkmas mini episode

How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Notes: Have y’all seen Mufasa yet? That movie is G O O D anyway I miss strawberries and cream just as much as y’all do I PROMISE. I’m working on it again and hoping to get da juices flowing 😤😤😤

You pull up to the front of the mansion and park the car, a big smile on your face as you turn to Eddie. You’d set up this entire little present for him for Christmas. He’d always done nice little things like this for you, and you felt like it was time to pay him back.

“Tada!!” You squeak excitedly and he jumps a little at your enthusiasm but bends forward to look out of the car anyway.

He stares at the large house in front of him, it’s gorgeous, more gorgeous than he’s ever seen in his life. He can hardly believe a place like this even exists in your snowy home state, but it does and he’s here and what the fuck. It’s even nicer than that one couple friend’s house he always takes you to.

“H-how did” His mouth is gaping as you giddily hop from the car and shut the door, going back to the trunk.

“How the heck can you afford this”

He knows it’s rude and he knows this was a present but he has to ask. Because this is Hollywood-level living- this is Kardashian-level living.

“A certain actor friend of yours helped me pull some strings! It’s ours for two whole weeks!”

“T-two? Two weeks?” His brain is melting as you drag the large suitcase over to his side of the car and go back for the others

“Yeah! I also happened to work things out with Bobby and we agree you need this time off. And the state agrees you need time off! So you were granted the time and boy am I taking advantage of this”

You drag two suitcases over before he finally realizes “Oh I should be helping” and gets out of the car, he grabs the suitcase from your hands and sets it on the ground

“Hey don’t worry I can-“ You’re cut off by him kissing you, he holds your face in his hands, pouring all his love and adoration into the kiss and your heart melts for him.

He pulls away slowly, kissing the tip of your nose and you chase after him, pecking his lips one more time.

“I love you, we should get married”

You wave the diamond ring on your finger in his face and smirk.

“We are silly, I’m wedding dress shopping while I’m here remember? Since the rest of my friends are here”

“Without Buck?” His hands are on your waist now and you roll your eyes, your cousin would have killed you had you not worked out that minor detail

“He’ll be here, he’s gonna be staying with us for three days and then he’s heading back. Oh and Maddie!”

“Yeah that sounds like him”

You both grab a couple of the bags and then you take Eddie’s hand, pulling him toward the house

“Come on!! If you think the outside is nice?? You have to see the rest”

He drops the bags at the door the second he steps in, you let go of his hand and start dragging them out of the way as he walks in with his jaw on the floor

“Holy shit- Hooooly shit” He just keeps repeating it as he spins around slowly, it’s like a mini villa, like the ones he would see when he visited his cousins in Mexico when he was younger. He reaches back blindly and takes your hand

“Come on I wanna look around!”

He drags you around the house with childlike enthusiasm, running from room to ornate room, there’s so much more space than he thought there would be, there’s even a pool outback.

The large arched windows in the last room let in a massive amount of the sunset, warming things up and Eddie takes your hands, pulling you over to the California King Size bed

“I wanna sleep in this one” He claims it, nuzzling your nose and you giggle, slipping your arms around his neck

“Okay, seems perfect to me! You wanna keep looking around? Maybe get unpacked and go to the store?”

“That,” He turns you around slowly, and picks your hips up, setting you on the bed “Sounds so boring”

He falls on top of you and you open your legs, letting him settle in between them with a sweet smile on your face

“We won’t have dinner” You play with his hair, your tone soft and soothing

“I can think of plenty of things to eat, two in particular”

“Eddie!” You squeak and laugh when he growls and bites your neck, you shove at his chest and he pins your hands to the bed, moaning exaggeratedly as he grinds his hips into yours. Your back arches a little bit, and he wraps his arms behind you, growling in your ear and sending a wave of sexual tension through your body.

You slap his butt like bongos and he snickers into your shoulder before rolling off of you. He spreads his arms and legs, making a snow angel in the sheets and you push off the bed and flop down across him.

“Eddieeee” you wriggle on top of him and he slaps your ass, making you yelp as he squeezes it

“Alright okay okay we’re going” He whines while you crawl off of him and he gets up, smacking your ass one more time before grabbing your waist and putting you over his shoulder

“To Target!”

Not that Eddie ever could, but he truly can’t get enough of you. You’re sat together on the fluffy brown couch. Your legs are in his lap, your back against the armrest and he’s got his arms around you, snuggling into you. He peppers little kisses all over your face and you blush, cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly.

“This is really amazing Sugar Cube,” He says into your neck as you run your fingers through his hair, combing it back.

“Hey, it's what you deserve” You kiss his forehead, resting your lips against it and he pulls away, looking up at you

“What about you huh? What about what you deserve?” He runs his hand down your thigh, squeezing gently and you shrug

“Look at this place!, I think it’s just as much a vacation for you as it is for me…besides, we finally just get to spend some time alone together. After….after what happened I feel like there’s never enough time with you”

Eddie smiles sadly, thinking about what you two had gone through a couple of years ago, something that had left a scar on both of you even if you’d learned to work past it, even if the nightmares had finally stopped.

“I know what you mean… sometimes I feel that way too, but… we can’t let it rule our lives. We’re okay now Sugar Cube”

He rests his forehead against yours and your eyelids flutter closed, taking in a deep breath. His cologne fills your senses, calming you embarrassingly quickly like it always does and you smile

“I know”

You sit comfortably in his lap, listening to him hum along to the song playing through the speakers, as he kisses your neck, leaving behind a pretty necklace in his path. He takes your wrist, his fingers sliding over your pulse and you look up at him, a soft smile on your face.

“Hi”

“Hi”

He looks at you, studying your face, all the little things about it that he’s come to love after all of this, he understood it- Nero’s obsession, understood why he couldn’t let her go. Because looking at you now? Your eyes sparkling with life, your heartbeat strong under his fingertips, that ring on your finger…

He’d do what Nero did too.

“Can I have this dance?”

He gets out from under you, standing in front of you and listening to the beginning notes of the song playing, he does a little bow and winks at you as he reaches out.

You shake your head, getting up and taking his outstretched hand, he twirls you into his arms, your back against his chest as you move your hips with his. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer and you reach back, cupping his face. He smirks and puts his hand over yours, kissing from your palm to your shoulder, before taking your hand and spinning you away from him again.

You look at him, a lusty fire in your eyes as you come back to him, he slowly wraps your arms around his neck before sliding his hands down over your sides and holding your waist again.

You roll your hips against him, and he shakes his head pretending to be disappointed but grinds against you anyway, letting you feel the bulge in his pants.

“That’s not how you properly bachata, you know this corazòn” he playfully scolds you, sliding his hands down to your ass as you dance together

“Uh huh, you’re getting on me? Your form is terrible. This is my dance space,” you take a step back from him and gesture “And this is your dance space”

He yanks you back toward him and you squeal as you both go down to the floor,

“When was the last time we watched Dirty Dancing anyway??” He’s laid out on the floor and you’re in a little heap with him

“Me and Buck watched it like three weeks ago”

“You watched dirty dancing without me?!?!!”

“Oh no I think I hear the alarm for the pizza oh no, oh gosh, oh no”

You try and scramble away from him and he grabs your waist, letting you drag his body with you

“Oh my god let go!”

“You’re not getting away from me that easily!!! I can’t believe you guys would do that to me! After everything you both constantly put me through!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You finally make it to the kitchen with his arms wrapped tightly around your leg.

“Two Buckleys?! Two and you’re asking me what I mean by that”

“Technically three if you count Maddie” You peek in the oven at the pizza, rubbing your hands together evilly

“It’s Maddie, she doesn’t count. She’s like, the least annoying”

“Have you met their parents?” You snicker as you grab the oven mitts and finally shake him off, he rolls away a little so you can open the oven

“I have. Wasn’t impressed, glad you three seem to have not gotten the short end of the stick”

You take the pizza out and set it on the stovetop before turning around and looking down at him

“You ready for dinner?”

“Doesn’t it have to cool?”

You walk around, standing on his toes and reaching for his hands

“Waiting for pizza to cool is for the we-“

You scream as he yanks you down on top of him and rolls over on you, holding himself up as he attacks you with kisses. Your protests are muffled by his lips until they eventually die down when you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“Oh come on Sugar Cube… I think we can make a little time for it to cool…don’t you?”

You whimper softly as he rolls his hips against yours, grinding his clothed cock into you. He reaches down to pull down your leggings and you freeze, pushing him off you and pretending to karate chop him

“Hold up, wait, wait, wait, we can’t!! I’ve got a surprise!!”

He groans as he lays on his back, letting out a long sigh

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure!” You get up off the floor and he rubs his hands over his face, his cock straining clearly against his sweatpants.

“Not even just the tip?” He asks sweetly and you snort, laughing and helping him up

“Not even the tip, cowboy”

You wait until after dinner to put your little plan into action. You’re lying on Eddie on the couch as you watch Dirty Dancing, it’s just getting to the part where Baby finds Penny in the kitchen when you sit up, stretching a little and pausing the movie

“Hey, What’s up?” He asks quietly, setting his hands on your hips, and you grin, feeling the warmth of them seep into your skin.

“Oh, I’m just…I’m kinda cold” You shrug and he sits up, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch

“We can cuddle more if you want, though you’re lying on me so I really don’t know how much closer we can get” He chuckles and you take the blanket, easing it from his hands.

“I had a better idea! If you’re up for it” You get off of him and step away, dropping your cozy leggings to reveal a simple red thong, Eddie’s jaw drops as he watches you take off your shirt, the matching bra has pretty white lace lining it.

“You’re like a really kinky Santa’s little helper aren’t you?”

You cackle and hold your sides, laughing at him as he gets up from the couch and walks toward you, you back up slowly, still snickering and he starts to walk faster.

“You’re making this not sexy!” You wheeze between laughs and he looks at you, his pretty brown eyes clouded with lust, a dangerous hue washing over them.

“No, I’m not. I love your laugh.” He says it…so sickly sweet it snaps you back to the way he’s walking, the slow, precise steps, his incredibly relaxed demeanor… how he’s very slowly starting to crouch down like he’s gonna pounce.

“E-Eddie?” You gulp, letting out a nervous little laugh “Whatcha doin'?”

“I’m just standing here Sugar Cube”

He is most definitely not just standing there.

“You know there’s uh- a part two right? It’s not just this?” You gesture to yourself, backing up faster and he follows right after you

“Oh?” He stalls a little and you take that as an opportunity to take a big step back

“Yup! There is absolutely most definitely a part two and if you’d just let me make it there alive, I can show you”

“By all means, lead the way” He winks at you with a flourish of his arms and you stare at him suspiciously before leading him through the house. He sheds his clothes along the way and your mouth waters at the idea of what you’re going to turn around to.

He watches you walk in front of him with a hungry gaze, biting his lip as your ass jiggles with each step… oh he could get used to this. You lead him outside, down the fancy stone stairs to the pool, it’s lit up beautifully as you walk him past it. He gets a teeny bit distracted by the fact that he’s absolutely doing laps in that pool tomorrow morning.

You walk down another set of stairs, stopping for a second to unclasp the front of your bra, you let it dangle from your finger before dropping it. You ease off the thong, holding the ends of it to bounce your cheeks for a second before letting it drop from your body.

You walk over to the in-ground hot tub that overlooks the entire valley you’re staying in and slip off your shoes before stepping into the hot water and turning toward him. Your breath is caught in your throat, you knew he was taking off his clothes of course… but now he’s standing in front of you, slipping off his shoes too and stepping into the pool. You reach over and tap a button on the side and the jets turn on, bubbling immediately around you.

You sit on the little bench and look at him, biting your lip as he comes and sits next to you.

“Skinny dipping in the hot tub huh?”

“I thought maybe we could have a little…round two, from my first time? You remember right?”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. You can feel the energy radiating from his body, the intense need to just take you. But he kisses you like it’s the first time like he’s still a bit shy, doesn’t know if you’re gonna reciprocate and it just about melts your heart.

“Of course I remember” He nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, doing it back “One of the best damn nights of my life”

Your cheeks flush a pretty pink and he pulls away a little just to stare at you, to stare at the love of his life… the woman he’s going to marry.

“Mine too,” you say quietly, not breaking the hushed tension that’s fallen over you two. It’s so thick you could cut it with a knife, and when you look into his eyes, a heavy weight settles on your chest. It’s comfortable, familiar, like he’s curling up in your soul, and he’s there to stay.

“I love you” He breathes, cupping your face with a wet hand. You smile and crawl into his lap, setting your arms on his shoulders

“You know? What a coincidence! I just happen to love you too”

“What a great turn of events we have here” He snickers and holds your waist, putting you properly in his lap so you’re straddling him. He drags his hands slowly over your curves, the hot, bubbling water causing a deep desire to settle in the pit of his stomach.

“I wonder what we’re gonna do…with all this love” He mumbles, leaning down and kissing your breasts, his moan is mumbled as he buries his face between them, his hands coming up to squeeze them on his face

“Eddie Diaz!” You squeak and he places soft kisses on them.

“Yes? Mrs. Diaz?”

He grins wickedly when he feels the way your hips stutter against his, your cheeks flushing

“Oh…oh you like that don’t you Sugar cube?” he kisses your neck, squeezing your sides and you arch your back a little

“Mrs Edmundo Diaz“ He inhales your sweet perfume, his eyes rolling back a little as his hips move against yours. His hands flow down your sides and push your ass against him, your breath hitches and he smiles, looking up at you with all the adoration in the world.

“You’ve got little hearts in your eyes” You giggle, pulling him closer to you and settling against him

“So do you” He teases, letting his head rest against the ledge of the pool while you attack his neck, sucking and biting at his sensitive skin, causing his hips to buck against yours

“Why can’t you be Mr. Y/N Buckley? Because personally, I feel like Eddie Buckley is cute” You interrogate and he hums, gasping when you bite down on the soft spot on his neck.

“Uh…I mean-“ Your tongue trails over his Adam’s apple and he groans quietly, losing his train of thought completely.

“Or maybe… we can be both” You reach down, stroking his cock and he melts into your hand, slumping further into the water

“Hm?”

Your thumb swirls over the tip as you massage his cock, watching the way his mouth falls open slowly and he jerks into your hand

“We can be Diaz-Buckley, that way you’re happy… and you know, Buck is happy”

“Please don’t mention your cousin when your hand is on my cock”

You snort into his shoulder, and he smacks your butt, squeezing your cheeks and you squeak, pushing at his hands

“Hey! Watch those paws!”

“Right, so you can jerk me off like a little tease but I can’t touch you back? Is that what we’re playing at?”

Your jaw drops open and closed as you stare at him, he smirks and you want to rip his stupid mustache off

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about”

“I think that’s enough foreplay” You yelp as he gets up, holding your waist and turning you over. He manhandles you into position, your knees spread, hands braced against the smooth walls.

He leans over you, pressing his body into yours and sliding his hand between your legs, you whimper softly as he spreads your folds, sliding his fingers against your slick clit easily. Your head falls forward and he uses his legs to push you forward a bit. Your hips roll against his cock as he nudges you forward more and you turn your head back

“Eddie what are you-“ Your spine snaps straight and he chuckles, listening to you moan sweetly as he pushes you toward one of the jets. He keeps your hips in place and you spread your legs wider letting your head fall forward again as you roll them against the water stream.

“Ohh my god” You purr and Eddie lets go of your hip, stroking his cock a couple of times. He leans forward and kisses your shoulder and you shiver, looking back at him

“Thought you said foreplay was over” You mutter and he kisses you, his tongue swirling with yours and sending you spinning

“For me, I don’t mind watching you come undone though”

“Is it because you can only last six seconds?”

“Oh haha, hehe, so funny.” He rolls his eyes, lining himself up with you and dragging his cock through your folds, hissing when he feels the jet against him

“Uh huh,” You giggle “feels so-so good doesn’t it” You pant, grinding your ass into him. He groans and squeezes your hip tighter, thrusting his cock between your legs for a second, letting the jets kiss his tip.

“Feels almost as good as you do” He moans, burying his face in your shoulder, you feel him line his cock up with your entrance and you eagerly push back, slipping the tip inside you.

“Jesus Sugar Cube” His voice cracks and your heart pounds in your ears as he pushes into you, his breath hitches and he lets out a soft whine, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. He wraps one arm around your waist and the other slides between your breasts, his long fingers wrapping around your throat.

“Gonna make love to my pretty girl” He pants in your ear as he moves his hips, thrusting slowly at first. You grab his arm, digging your nails into it as his thrusts get harder, he angles his hips deeper, kissing your cervix with every rough snap.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your size” you pant, your head bouncing on his shoulder and he smirks, trailing his lips down your neck

“And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving this tight little pussy” He slides his arm down your torso, rubbing your clit in circles

“Shoulda done this for your first time anyway” He bends you forward and makes you brace your hands against the wall, then lifts his leg, planting his foot on the cement seating and pushing into you deeper. You let out a high-pitched shriek as he suddenly pounds into you, his hands gripping your waist and your shoulder as he takes you.

The water is splashing all over the place, you’re sure Eddie is bruising your hip, and your knees are getting a little scraped up but you can’t bring yourself to care and neither can he. You open your legs further, bouncing your hips to meet each thrust and he growls in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine as you curl your toes

“I’m gonna cum baby” He rubs your clit faster and you moan your back arching

“Inside me, please please inside me” you beg and he grunts, his hips stalling for a second and he looks at you

“I mean… I can’t do it in the pool, that’s probably gonna like…throw off the pH balance or something…”

“Eddie Diaz!”

“I’m just saying!! I was a Cabana boy one summer as a teenager okay! I had to clean out the pool and the pool guy taught me all that”

“So what you’re saying is after we’ve fucked in this for the next two weeks you can fix it?”

“Absolutely”

“Wow, that’s actually really interesting!” You put your hand on your chin, resting your elbow on the edge of the wall and he grins

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do! You gotta tell me more….you know after you freaking cum in me and we finish the whole having sex thing”

“Oh my god I totally forgot about that”

“Yeah, I kinda thought so” You smile at him and he blushes, pulling out of you and turning you around. He sinks back into you, his breath hitching while he rubs your thighs as you wrap them around his waist.

He holds your hips, while you wrap your arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. He smiles and leans forward, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you softly. Your fingers thread through his short hair, tugging at the soft strands as he sets a lazy pace. He wraps one arm around your waist, making your back arch and places his other hand on the side of the pool.

“Still remember how we fucked like animals for days after your first time” He pants, rolling his hips and you moan, letting your head fall back

“Uh huh” You squeak when he starts to thrust harder, thinking about how tight and innocent you were

“You remember-“ Eddie’s voice catches as his hips speed up, sloshing the water around again. “You remember when I came home for lunch and pinned you down to the kitchen floor?”

He grins wickedly, loving that sweet little blissed-out smile on your face, loving how you always get so cock drunk on him. He pulls you closer to him, your chest bouncing against his as he attacks your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin, leaving behind his mark.

“You remember the way you tried to crawl away from me after your third creampie and I just kept dragging your hips back?” He hisses in your ear, you feel his grip on your body get tighter, knocking the wind out of you with each intense thrust and You nod fast, because god how could you forget that day? He left you on the floor, cum spilling from your poor, abused pussy while you passed out for a much-needed nap.

It was also super funny when Eddie came home with flowers and a worried look on his face, asking if he’d gone too far, if you were okay and that he’d make it all up to you. You graciously accepted the flowers, giving him a little kiss on the cheek and reassuring him that you definitely would have made him stay if you needed him to. He still felt a little guilty… so he ate you out for hours that night, holding your hand as you climaxed over and over again.

“Can we do that again?” You moan out. You can feel that pressure almost ready to pop and you know he can too when he lets you go, making you put your hands on the cement seating and puts both hands on your hips again, slamming you down on his cock faster and faster

“Fuck I was hoping you’d ask that, You’re not gonna be able to walk this whole trip baby, gonna have my cock inside you every moment” Eddie’s fingers slide over your thigh before brushing against your clit. Your body jerks and he does it again, using his long fingers to rub your clit. Your toes curl and your back arches when he uses a third finger to grind against your clit and you let out a high-pitched scream as you come undone around him.

You meet his thrusts as you ride out your high, mewling and gasping and squirting on his cock. He groans loudly, impatiently waiting for you to start to come down before grabbing your hips with both hands again and slamming into you, you cry out his name and he cums with a loud moan.

His hips don’t stop until he’s shoved every last drop inside you. He pulls out just enough to turn you over on your hands and knees again and thrusts right back inside you, letting out little whimpering noises as he cums again. He rolls his hips, grinding them into yours as he fills you up, cursing your name softly, almost deliriously as he finally finishes.

He doesn’t pull out, instead he pulls your limp body against his chest and plops down on the bench. He slouches a little and wraps his arms tightly around you.

“You okay Corazón?” He pants softly, running his hands over your sides and you nod, still fully blissed out on his cock, especially loving the way you can feel it still inside you

“I think so”

Your voice is a little scratchy and he chuckles, kissing your throat

“I’m sorry I was so rough…you just get me so excited” He peppers little kisses over your neck and you giggle

“Trust me I know the feeling… you remember what else we did?” You play with his fingers and he lets his head fall back against the wall

“No? What?” He asks and you smirk, snuggling down into him

“I guess it’ll just have to be a surprise”

“Anybody home??” Buck enters the house, setting his bag down on the side of the door and slipping off his shoes. You’d left the front door open for him in case you and Eddie were out back in the pool or something. He’d texted before he got on the plane and when he got off, you hadn’t responded to the one where he said he was on his way to the house and he was incredibly suspicious.

He walks through the place, his mouth falling wider as he goes through each room, they’re all more beautiful than the next.

He’d been calling out but there was still no answer… okay so maybe you guys were in the pool… but this house is so huge it’s no wonder you didn’t hear him. He takes out his phone to just call you when he finally comes to the door at the end of the hall

“Where are those two freaks, I’m hungry I wanna go to lu-“

“You’re doing so good for me baby” You moan, as you run your hands over Eddie’s thighs. Your hands trail up to his chest as you thrust into him slowly. His breath hitches and he lets out a low whine when your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him off.

“Fuck Mommy” He blushes deeply, throwing his head back on the pillows

Suddenly you hear the snap of a camera and Eddie’s head shoots up.

“I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE A LITTLE BITCH”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Can you please write more for 2003 turtles ? I love the way you write them !

I even have one idea but you don't have to follow it ,I am happy with anything!

My idea was for Leonardo ( Fast Forward) where some other alien was flirting with reader but she was oblivious to it and it got Leo jealous . Maybe it could lead to Leo having some ...private time with reader afterwards if you want to add NSFW .

Thank you in advance ! 🐱🐢

Alien To Jealousy (18+)

FastForward!Leonardo x reader

A/N: It wasn’t until I had finished this, that I realized I had your request wrong (yay, dyslexia). I thought you said the reader was oblivious to Leo’s crush on the reader, and not the alien flirting with her, so that’s what I’ve gone with😂 Well, it hopefully still works. Hope you’ll enjoy💙

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Jealousy, arguing, public sex?, dirty talk, fingering.

Leo shouldn’t be feeling this way. He was above such feelings of greed and envy. He had been practicing it for years, clearing his mind so that he wouldn’t let such unimportant things cloud his mind. Yet here he was, sitting by the bar, cradling the drink in his hand, the class threatening to break at any point, his eyes staring daggers at what had made him feel this way. You. Or more specifically the back of your head, your hair swaying ever so slightly with each movement, as you spoke to the alien in front of you, taking small sips of your drink, while pattering your eyelashes.

Leo should have stayed at home. He should have followed his gut instinct when you and his brothers first came and asked, if he wanted to come with you down to the bar and grab a few drinks. He should have said no. He should have listened to his guts, telling him it was a very bad idea. His guts were never wrong, so why should they have been that day? Well, he only had his own animalistic thoughts and urges to blame. When he saw what you were wearing, his goin was suddenly the decision maker of his being. So much for practising patients and self control, and all it took was you wearing a tight crop top and a pair of well fitting pants.

As Leo sat at the bar and watched you flirt with this stranger of an alien, he cursed himself for even believing that today was going to be the day, that he finally would get a foot out of the friend zone, and into the out ring of your romantic interests.

You turned from the alien with a big smile on your face, causing Leo to turn away, acting like he hadn’t been staring at you most of the night, taking a sip at his drink, in order to act as normal as possible, hoping not to seem suspicious.

With your bright smile and a skip in your step, you quickly laid your eyes on Leo, before making your way over to him, leaning your elbows against the bar with your weight on them.

“Guess what”, you smiled at Leo as you leaned against the bar.

“What?”, Leo asked, trying his best not to look at you, or how your arms on the bar pushed at your chest, making your cleavage much more prominent. He had always loved that low cut dress on you, but today he cursed it like he had cursed every alien in the room that looked at you with any interest.

“I got a date next weekend”, you said, smiling brightly and biting your bottom lip.

Leo felt an ice cold shiver run down his shell. He quickly glanced towards the alien you had been talking to, seeing him still staring at you like a prey. Did it not matter that Leo was right beside you? Did it not matter to these people that you came here with him and his brothers? Or had they all lost their minds and judgement due to the alcohol in their system?

“Great”, Leo said, his face not conveying any emotions as he still tried not to look at you, suddenly finding the sight of his drink in his hand very interesting.

Your expression went from a big smile to a frown. His tone and facial expression was not even meant to fool you. It was as if he wanted you to know that there was something wrong. And so you asked your friend what was going on, hoping to get some straight answers from Leo. But Leo was not in the mood for straight answers. Instead he was in a passive aggressive state, purposefully not wishing to tell you much.

“Nothing’s wrong”, Leo said, drowning his drink in one go, in hopes that you wouldn’t notice how he was tensing up. “Everything’s fine”. But you noticed. You liked to think that you knew your friend, but at that moment, he was starting to act in a way you had never seen before. Leo had never lied to you, so why would he now?

“Why are you lying to me, Leo?”, you asked, getting more and more annoyed with your friend.

“I’m not lying”, Leo said through gritted teeth, trying to get into contact with the bartender. He needed another drink to calm his nerves. Normally it wasn’t this hard for Leo to calm down, but with you, that alien and this whole situation, it was as if he just couldn’t, and everything just kept building and building.

“Leo”, you said in disbelief, finally getting tired of his sudden shit, grabbing a hold of his shoulder and forcefully turning him to look at you. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What the hell is wrong with me?!”, Leo finally yelled out, standing up from the bar chair, towering in his full height above your head. “What the hell is wrong with you!? You don’t see anything do you? No! You’re too blinded by some idiotic alien to see anything!”

You gasped, and the alien who had been listening in on your conversation let out a quiet; “hey man, not cool…”, with other people at the bar turning to look at you. Somewhere in the crowd was Leo’s brothers, most likely very aware of what was going on, but unsure on how to handle it.

“I can’t believe you, Leo!”, you yelled at him. “What the fuck is your problem!? This is not the Leo I know!”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t know me that well!”, Leo yelled before walking away from the bar. “I’m leaving!”

“Oh no you don’t!”, you yelled out loud, before following Leo as he went out the bar doors and out on the late night futuristic streets of New New York City. “You can’t just run away like that!”, you yelled, hot on Leo’s hells.

“Watch me!”, Leo called out, still walking at a high pace, having you almost running to keep up.

“God damn it, Leo!”, you called out. “Slow down so we can at least talk about it!”

“We have nothing to walk about!”

“We obviously have something to talk about! There’s obviously something that’s bothering you, but so far you haven’t been willing to tell me!”, you reached out for Leo’s arm and pulled him back towards you. “So please just tell me-”.

You were abruptly cut off by Leo’s soft lips being pressed against yours in a firm kiss, almost causing you to stumble backwards. However you were quick to regain your balance, and finally allowing yourself to relax against him, closing your eyes, leaning your head to the side and wrapping your arms over Leo’s shoulders as you kissed him back.

Leo made a satisfied sound against your lips, before letting his hands come to rest on your hips, before slowly backing you up against the nearest wall. You hummed against Leo’s lips, before poking your tongue out, licking Leo’s bottom lip, as if you were telling him that you wanted more. And Leo wasted no time, opening his mouth and allowing your tongues to come together in a dance of dominance. A dance that Leo quickly won, giving him the green light to press himself against you, feeling your dress-covered chest being pushed against his plastron as you arched your back against him.

You felt something flick on within you. A growing need, specifically located to your lower region, where you felt your excitement beginning to pool in your underwear. You needed some sort of small release against this growing need, and so you found yourself moving against Leo, almost asking him to do the same to you. And so Leo did, letting out a small growl of lust, before moving himself against your clothed core.

It never seemed to cross you or Leo’s mind, that anybody could just see the two of you out on the open street, where you stood humping and grinding against each other, with your mouths working hungrily against each other, with small sounds of pleasure escaping the two of you, and a low rumbling from Leo’s churring from deep within his chest.

With your need growing stronger, you hiked one leg up against Leo’s side, where he was quick to grab on under your knee, holding it against him. With his other hand, Leo reached for the bottom hem of your dress, before flipping it up, just enough for Leo to slip his hand beneath it. You in turn angled your hips, making it easier for him to reach your now soaked underwear. Here Leo wasted no time, slipping your underwear to the side, allowing his pointy finger to feel your slick folds.

You moaned against Leo’s lips, tightening your grip around his shoulders as he allowed his finger to lazily move up and down, the thumb of his other hand doing soft stroking motions against the skin of your knee.

Leo pulled from the kiss, his lips still gracing yours as he spoke. “Want me to finger you, (Y/N)?”, he asked, his finger moving teasingly light over your clit, before moving back down to your folds. “Want me to finger you right here on the street?”

“Yes”, you said, surprising yourself with how breathless you already were.

“Yes, what?”, Leo asked, his breath fanning over your lips.

“Yes, I want you to finger me, Leo”, you answered, on the edge of turning into a whimper like plea.

Leo quickly captured your lips with his once more, with your lips and tongues once again moving with each other, as his finger, now covered in your slick, slowly made its way into you. You let out a small moan, the leg still underneath you almost buckling for a moment, as you felt Leo’s thick digit spread you out.

Leo did not wait long before moving his finger in and out of you, groaning at how you started to move and whimpering beneath him, reminding himself that this was how you reacted to just his finger. You, Leo’s long time crush, was moaning and whimpering only because of his finger. He could only imagine how you would react to his member, the thought alone making him speed up the movement of his finger.

“Please, Leo”, you moaned against his lips, making him dizzy with lust and desire. You were really moaning his name, and it was all because of his finger within you. “More, Leo. Please, more”.

Leo, wasting little to no time, added a second finger to you, groaning at your immediate reaction. Your sounds against his lips, your smell and the way your body moved against his. It was addicting. It was everything Leo had ever dreamed of and a lot more. You were a dream come true.

Had the alien thought of you in this way? Had the alien imagined how you would moan and whimper around his finger or member? Leo shouldn’t have thought of it, but he couldn’t help it. And with that thought, jealousy poked its ugly head out at Leo once again.

“Do you think that alien could do this to you?”, Leo asked, his breath staggered as his fingers continued their work on you, feeling your slick walls close in around his digits. “Could he make you feel so good with his fingers?”

“No”, you whimpered, shaking your head, immediately catching on to what was happening. What had made Leo act the way that he did at the bar. “He could never do what you can, Leo”.

“That’s fucking right”, Leo groaned, his fingers reaching new depths within you. “Only I can”.

“Leo!”, you cried out against his lips, feeling yourself and the edge of your peak, clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to keep the world around from spinning.

“I know, (Y/N)”, Leo groaned, feeling your tight walls constricting the movements of his fingers. “Let it go. Cum on my fingers, (Y/N)”.

Pressing your lips firmly against Leo’s, in an attempt to keep most of your sounds under control, you did exactly as he had told you to, allowing yourself to release over Leo’s hand, as his fingers thrusted you through your orgasm.

Once most of your high had tapered off, Leo removed his soaked finger from your most intimate area, before letting go of your raised leg, wrapping his arms tightening around you, keeping your still shaking body against him, as your lips continued to move against each other. You giggled as one of Leo’s hands made its way down to your rear end, grabbing a handful before gently swaying you from side to side, as if he hadn’t just fucked you against a wall in the middle of the street with his fingers.

“Want to take this back to the penthouse?”, Leo asked, resting his head against yours with a passionate look in his eyes.

“Only if you take me on a date next weekend”, you smiled, taking Leo’s hand and interlocking your fingers, before pulling him down the street and towards the penthouse. “You owe me one!”

“Forget next weekend!”, Leo called out as he kept up with you. “I’ll take you out tomorrow!”

[winwintea]

my turn gang

when did you first become a fan of nct? feel free to share how you became a fan as well

2018! although i'm korean and grew up listening to kpop i was a hater until i really started getting more into it. literally everyone was dududuing it was such a time. that was when i stumbled upon regular and i was so LOCKED IN.

who was/were your first bias(es) in the group? who is/are your bias(es) now?

nct 127 : winwin (then) -> doyoung (now) dream : chenle -> chenle (i can't fucking leave he has me in a chokehold i hate this man) wayv : winwin -> winwin

what are your favorite nct songs? if you listen to multiple units, you can list them as such!

candy.

127: summer 127, superhuman, baby don't like it, firetruck, love on the floor, fact check (pretty much all titles) dream: rocket, my first and last, dreaming, don't need your love, boom, life is still going on, sos, yogurt shake, broken melodies, box, you wayv: dream launch, take off, moonwalk, after midnight, turn back time, only human, action figure, kick back, phantom, rodeo, ain't no thang, on my youth, poppin' love nct wish: hands up, wish, 3 minutes, steady, nasa nct u: without you, baby don't stop, misfit, make a wish, 90s love, ok!, kangaroo, alley oop, the bat, round&round

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the music

on my youth! or ten's solo album.

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the concept

nct 2023. i am going to eat everyone KANGAROO IS MY SHIT OK DONT PLAY WITH ME (minus jaeil)

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the performances, promotion, overall experience as an era

nct 2023 or nct resonance. i love nct, i miss 2020...

do you own any physical copies of albums? if so, which is your favorite?

on my youth 😋😋 the wish one i got was cute too unfortunately i only own albums -> on my youth, dreamscape, sticker, fact check, wish, thursday's child (txt), orange blood (enhypen), and istj... like i'm broke as hell

do you collect nct photocards? if so, which is your favorite?

i unfortunately do not collect but my winwin one is very special to me. when i opened my on my youth album (which was a gift from a friend at the time) i didn't own any albums, so when i pulled a winwin and ten pc i was so happy. turns out, my friend opened the album prior and put in a winwin pc so i would be delusional and i was in fact delusional. but now i know sm never gives 2 pcs so the more you know.

do you own any non-album merch? if so, which is your favorite? no im literally broke but one time i made my own winwin milf hunter shirt so i think thats good enough

have you seen/are you planning to see the group/any units live? if so, share your favorite performance you've attended or one you're looking forward to attending!

no im literally broke and don't live anywhere near a stadium they perform at wayv pls come to america pls maybe ill spend more on you actually come

anything else you'd like to share about your nctzen experience?

idk if anyone else has any questions feel free to ask, but genuinely i've loved getting to know so many of you and being a part of this lovely community <33

nctzen tag 2025 ⟡ ࣪ ˖

since it's a new year and i've been seeing new faces on here recently (myself included) i thought it would be fun to get to know each other more with some nct themed questions! (this can also be a fan check-in since it's the beginning of the year)

reply/reblog with your answers to as many of the questions as you'd like! can't wait to see everyone's responses ☺️

when did you first become a fan of nct? feel free to share how you became a fan as well

who was/were your first bias(es) in the group? who is/are your bias(es) now?

what are your favorite nct songs? if you listen to multiple units, you can list them as such!

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the music

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the concept

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the performances, promotion, overall experience as an era

do you own any physical copies of albums? if so, which is your favorite?

do you collect nct photocards? if so, which is your favorite?

do you own any non-album merch? if so, which is your favorite?

have you seen/are you planning to see the group/any units live? if so, share your favorite performance you've attended or one you're looking forward to attending!

anything else you'd like to share about your nctzen experience?

[yukipri]

feelin kinda sad so eating an obscene amount of pasta

[chrisbangs]

i finished thesis, won an award, and have graduated.. hello 👋🥸

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hello!! i just want to tell you that your art is so goddamn scrumptious, you are literally feeding my xmen brainrot and I find myself smiling when i see your art come across my feed. I love how you draw charles, pretty privilege and post (lets be fr he's serving every time)

i hope you always have fantastic brainrot and id kiss your blessed hands for giving us the gift of cherik and charles xavier, you are literally an icon

hope you have a great day ahead of you and more!! you deserve it !!

well i'ma absolutely have a wonderful mornin after readin this AWWWW thank you so so much !!!! i haven't been postin xmen long, so it's been really heartwarmin seein the warm reception to my work in the wonderful tags people have been leavin on my posts- and especially gettin to answer the lovely asks y'all've been sendin in (❁´ ▽ `❁) !! im glad people also like my goofy text posts and esp quotes from my brother he really has no right being so funny at the most random times

i hope to be xmen posting a while: ive got at least 60 years worth of stuff to look through and ongoing, so i dont imagine my interest'll wane anytime soon :]] !!

[jackass-jones]

Time for me to be completely changed as a person! *just watched falsettos*

[lov3islikeastar]

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[roboticchibitan]

Sometimes you have to be yourself on purpose. What I mean by this is that sometimes we lose touch with ourselves and start coasting and just going through the motions. Which is fine for a while because we get tired and/or depressed and that's fine. Happens to everyone. But eventually it starts to feel bad and you get a specific kind of brainweird that's hard to describe but means that you've lost sight of who you are, what your values are, and what you love.

Leaning really hard into something that makes you go "this is the most me thing ever" helps that specific type of brainweird quite a bit! But maybe you don't know what the most you thing ever is. You are not alone! I get depressed and forget every interest I have. 100% understand that.

When this happens, it helps to remind yourself what you like and enjoy. So what do you do? Well for me, it helps to think about 1. Things I used to enjoy and 2. Things my friends Know Me For.

Like I've been feeling not myself lately and I haven't really knit or created much this month at all. But I'm the Makes Things Guy. I like making things and many of my friends not only know me as someone who makes things but a lot of my friendships specifically come from communities of People Who Make Things.

So I forced myself to pick up an old project, and that helped a bit. But what really helped was coming up with a project that combined my interests (leather jackets, art, and teapots) for me to look forward to and get really into planning for! The most ME I've felt in weeks has been the last hour I've spent planning on painting a famous fine China design on the back of my leather trenchcoat. Because not ONLY am I the Makes Things Guy, I am also The Teapot Guy. I finally feel like myself again.

I wish I had more concrete advice in regards to how you remember your own interests when you get disconnected from them, but a solid place to start is things you used to like and things your friends know you like. If you struggle consider asking a friend what things they know you like. Sometimes friends can see us better than we can see ourselves and it helps to use them as a mirror to see yourself through.

[maraczeks]

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[lymtw]

Miss You Already

"Toji, you do this every time." You have your massive bear of a man clinging to you, watching you through the mirror on your vanity as you apply lipstick. He watches your fingers mold around the cylindrical make up product, before his attention shifts to the dark, bloody shade of red that you're smearing on your lips.

"Do you really wanna go? You don't have to. You can stay in with me," he suggests, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

You smile at him through the mirror, already noting the subtle longing expression on his face, though, you haven't even left, yet. "I'll be back, baby." You drop the lipstick into your make up bag and zip it up, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror to see if anything needs to be adjusted or tidied up.

"You don't have to go," Toji repeats, slowly dragging a hand up your body to cup your breast. Almost instantly, he feels your nipple harden and press against the material of your dress. "Stay and look pretty, just for me," he murmurs, rubbing the stiffened peak. His other hand pushes up your dress and makes its way between your thighs to tease you over your panties. "I'll take such good care of you. You won't even be bummed about ditching your friends."

You let out a soft sigh, when Toji's fingers apply pressure to your clothed clit, the sultry sound followed by an equally seductive laugh, as you gently pull his hands off of you and turn around to absorb the neediness he's doing a poor job of hiding.

"It's just a couple hours," you assure, but clearly, that's not enough of a reason for Toji to relent, because he wordlessly takes your hand and puts it on his clothed hard on. He moves your hand back and forth over the bulge, not breaking eye contact with you for a second. "I know, honey," you coo. "I'm sorry. I swear, i'll let you do whatever you want to me when I come back, okay? I'll make it up to you."

"No, doll. Please," he almost whines, walking into your embrace and burying his face into your neck. "Stay," he pleads, brushing his lips over your delicate skin. "I want you."

"Baby." You laugh, letting your hands settle on his back.

He's nosing at your neck and your jaw, getting strong whiffs of the pretty scent you spritzed on. "Need you, pretty. Please don't."

You don't know what it is about going out, that turns Toji into the clingiest man ever. Your friends tell you that their partners practically push them out the door and say that it's fine for them to go out, as long as they act responsibly, and yet here you are, fighting for your night out.

"Alright, Toji. Come on," you say, patting his back. He pulls away from you and follows you to the bed. "Sit, baby," you instruct, when he just stands there, staring at you like a dog that's about to be abandoned. He does as you say and sits down on the bed, watching as you climb up and sit on your knees. "Pull it out. Come on, let me see it," you say, with a sly little grin.

He lifts his hips and pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his drooling cock. He then wraps his hand around the length and smears his oozing precum over it, eliciting a few quiet, low groans. You crawl over to him and straddle his lap, holding his gaze with a soft smile on your face, when his hands go under the skirt of your dress to move your panties aside.

"I know you don't want me to go, baby," you start. His leaking tip meets your warm, soft skin and instantly, a chill runs down his spine. He pushes the tip in and you begin to slowly lower yourself onto him. "I-I know," you utter, trying to keep it together as you take in more and more of him. Once you're fully seated, you let out a sigh, and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning forward to speak softly into his ear. "I'll be back in a couple hours. Before midnight, love." You raise your hips and lower them again, luring a small, but needy groan from him. "You have my location, so you'll be able to see where I am."

"Mhm," Toji hums, dragging his blunt nails up and down your back.

"And you'll know when I'm on my way home," you murmur, kissing his earlobe and giggling at the sight of the lipstick that transferred onto his skin.

"Yeah... That too, mama," he replies. His hands go lower, beneath your dress, again, to rest on your ass for a mere second before he starts rubbing and squeezing it.

"And—fuck, baby—you'll see when i'm right around the corner."

"Twenty s-seconds," he says, breathily, as you leave more kisses on his ear.

"Right, twenty seconds," you say, pressing a kiss to his temple, knowing it'll leave a red lip print behind. "Twenty seconds, and the car-" you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp, lured out by the feeling of his fingers reaching your clit and rubbing it. "Fuck," you moan, when he bucks his hips up to meet your movements. "Twenty seconds and the... the car, will be parked in our driveway."

"And then you'll be home," Toji says, certainty riddling the statement.

"Then, I'll be home," you confirm, pressing a kiss beneath his eye, then another one on his cheek. You hear his low chuckles and when you lean back to look at him, he has the most lovestruck expression on his face. "What? You like my kisses?" You ask, reciprocating his loving gaze.

"Your lipstick is smudged," Toji says, his eyes pinpointed to the color that escaped the lines of your lips. You still look gorgeous, even with that slightly messy detail. His breath catches when you roll your hips on him a little faster and lean in to decorate his face with more a your warm, affectionate kisses. "Fucking love your kisses, ma." He can see hints of the color you left on his skin through his peripheral vision and he notices that each time you pull away, you have less color on your lips. By the time you finish covering his face and the side of his neck with kisses, the pigment that once was on your lips, remains as merely a faded blush.

"It's all gone, doll," Toji groans, breathing a little more heavily as you up the pace of your hips one more time. He sounds like he's just as close to his peak as you are.

"I know... It's okay. Do I still look pretty?" You ask, your breathy laugh mingling with the sweetness of your sultry sounds. Without a warning, Toji leans in and kisses you in a manner full of affirmation. He's guiding your hips, assisting you in quickly bouncing up and down his cock, now. Every sound you make is sealed in the kiss and greedily devoured by him, and when you both cum, the kiss gets sloppy and you lose synchronization, leaving both of you to just moan, groan, and pant into each others mouths. The overly tight grip he uses to still your hips to avoid overstimulation, would be painful if you weren't so blissed out by your orgasm.

"Fucking gorgeous," Toji mumbles. He tilts your head slightly to expose the side of your neck and presses gentle kisses along the area, just before sucking on the delicate skin and leaving his own longer lasting mark on you. "There you go, pretty baby. Gave you a little peck, too," he says, after rubbing the small patch of his saliva into the mark.

The sight before you makes a lazy smile curl on your lips. Toji's entire face is scattered with your red kiss prints—even his lips have a slight tint to them. He looks loved, and by the looks of the soft expression on his face, he must feel like it, too.

You slowly lift yourself off of Toji and he fixes your underwear, patting the front, before letting you get off the bed. You head to the bathroom to fetch him a towel, and once you hand it to him, you make your way over to your vanity and use a make up wipe to remove the previous layer of lipstick, so you can reapply a new layer on a clean slate.

You see Toji looking at you from his spot on the bed and smile at him before zipping up your make up bag. Once you feel satisfied with the way you look and you finish buckling the ankle straps of your heels, you go over to Toji to say goodbye.

"You look like Valentine's Day incarnate," you tease, running a thumb over one of the kisses on his cheek. He wants to smile, but all he can think about is how in a minute, you'll be gone and he'll be spending the next few hours alone. You see that same longing look from before return. He looks so soft and it's chipping at your heart, but you can't fall for it. He does this every. time. It's only a couple hours. You'll be back with him before you know it.

"Take a nap or try to sleep through. When I get back and finish dressing down, I'll slide right into bed with you, alright?" You offer him a soft smile, and wait for him to respond so that you can go.

Toji sighs, like it physically pains him to watch you leave. It's not going to be as easy to get to sleep without you. Getting a taste of your loving just made him want you to stay even more, but he knows he can't keep you from spending time with your friends. They don't see you every day, and he does. He wakes up to you every morning, he spends the rest of his day with you when he comes home from work—with the exception of those few times he accepts invites to hang out with his colleagues. Even on those rare occasions, he's never experienced you trying to convince him to staying home, because you know, at the end of the day, he'll take his place next to you in bed. Plus, it's not like you're sleeping over at one of their houses. When you're done hanging out with your friends, you'll come home, and you'll sleep next to him, as always.

"Yeah, okay," Toji says, finally letting up, to avoid holding you back any longer. "Call me for whatever reason. You know you don't need one."

You lean down and leave a dark red kiss on his forehead, then wait for him to meet you halfway for a peck on the lips. "Love you," you murmur.

"Love you, ma," Toji responds, catching one more sweet smile from you, before you leave the bedroom and set out for your night.