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copias-girl · 1 year

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IX

A/N: Don’t @ me if you can’t actually make a multi-way call on a rotary phone! Reader uses ✨satan magic✨ to make the aesthetic work lol

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“Yes!” You exclaimed to yourself when you were handed a package by the Mail Ghoul, smacking a kiss right onto the cheek of his cold metal mask, leaving a glossy lip print that surely had the Ghoul blushing and swaying his tail in excitement. You had online ordered a brand spankin’ new bikini, and it had finally arrived. Thanking the Ghoul and closing the door to your room, you impatiently tore the package open, holding up the scandalously tiny scraps of black fabric.

Smirking kittenishly, you hopped onto your bed, laying on your stomach and dialling a few numbers on your ornate black vintage rotary phone.

“Hello?” Mable answered.

“Please hold!” You chirped, patching in another call.

“Hey girlie, what’s up?” Lilith picked up next.

Soon, you had all your girlfriends on the line, chatting while you kicked your feet back and forth on the bed and twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

“Sooo, the sleepover the other day was really fun.” You started.

“Yeah, I bet it was, with your little plaything there.” Emily laughed. “I can’t tell if you kinda like him or if you’re just leading him on for the fun of it.”

“Ooooh, we should speculate on that! Maybe cast bets?” Ava giggled.

“Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of my eyes rolling.” You smirked, giving nothing away. “Anyway, the reason why I called is because I just got my new bikini in the mail! Anyone fancy a beach day?” You asked excitedly.

A chorus of thrilled squeals came through the telephone, and you had to hold the receiver a little away from your head to keep from getting your eardrum blown out.

“You always have the best ideas!” Ava gushed.

“We should invite Rob! I’ll call him right after this!” Emily decided, and this time you hoped the sound of your eyes rolling wasn’t audible through the phone.

“There’s only one problem…” Mable spoke up. “Who’s gonna drive us? It’s shopping day and some ghouls took two groups of siblings to go into town. So they’re using both cars. She explained.

“I think I can get us a ride.” You smirked.

“Oh don’t you go asking that stupid Cardinal!” Emily pleaded, but you were already dead set on your decision.

“Don’t forget sunscreen!” You grinned mischievously, dropping the phone onto the hook with a click!

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A devilish smirk found its way onto your face when you spotted Copia strolling down the hall towards his office. He wasn’t wearing his biretta today, and you wondered if it was because you told him that you liked his hair at the sleepover. You skipped up to him, startling the man by tapping his shoulder.

“Oh! S-Sorella!” Copia gasped, wide eyes nervously darting all around, finding it difficult to look you in the eyes, especially since the kiss at the sleepover.

You just looked so beautiful; Copia didn’t want to get all hot and bothered, and it felt as though he really didn’t know how to act around you. You kept reeling him in with your sweetness, intoxicating him by lavishing your gentle attention on him, but whenever the poor man would start to get comfortable, you’d do something to keep him on his toes.

At the sleepover, you had called him out twice for having a boner, which, admittedly, the Cardinal felt very ashamed about. You’d called him a pervert and made him feel bad, yet you continued to stay near him and even cuddle with him during the movie. Your words didn’t match your actions. He couldn’t tell if you were calling him ‘Rat’ as a pet name or an insult. You were giving poor Copia mixed signals that he didn’t know how to decipher, and the more the dwelled on it, the more confused he got.

“Hi Cardinal.” You coyly twirled a lock of your hair around your finger. “Um, I have a question?”

“S-si?” He asked, swallowing nervously.

“Do you have a car?” You enquired.

“Eh? W-well ehm, y-yes I do.” The Cardinal answered. “Perché?”

“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask but, could you drive me to the beach?” You pouted, and Copia just couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes as you batted your lashes at him.

“Of course, Sorella.” The timid man nodded.

“Oh, you will? Are you sure??” You asked, and he nodded again, a pitiful little smile creeping onto his face at your excited disbelief.

“Thank youuuu!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Copia’s cheeks burned, his body stiffening, gloved hands shakily daring to rest on your waist.

“You really come in clutch, don’t you, Cardi?” You teased, pulling away just enough to look at the man while your hands smoothed over his chest, toying with the hem of his pellegrina.

Copia averted his gaze with a shy little chuckle, staring down at the floor.

Curling a finger under his chin, you lifted his head to meet your gaze once more, intimidating the poor little mouse by silently studying him for a few moments.

“Come have lunch, then we can go.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the dining hall.

“O-okay..!” He followed you like a pathetic puppy dog, blushing furiously as you held his hand.

•𖤐•

“It was like… so weird.” Lilith remarked.

“So she kissed him?” Rob asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, but only because Emily dared her to.” Ava clarified.

“Yeah but… She, like, straight up made out with him for a minute. With way too much tongue.” Mable winced.

“Well why’d you even dare her to do that in the first place?” Rob asked, crossing his arms. It looked as though he was upset that he wasn’t there to protect you.

“She told me to give her a gross dare so I did!” Emily defended herself with a shrug. “It’s not like I dared her to swallow rat man’s entire tongue for fuck’s sakes! I thought she’d suffer through a quick peck and move on.”

“Okay but get this: afterward, she even asked him if it was his first ever kiss and he said it was! He’s fifty years old! And he’s never been kissed! Let that sink in!” Lilith giggled.

“I believe it! I mean, have you seen the guy?? It’s not like the ladies would be lining up to kiss that.” Rob laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“I know right? It was so weird though because then she was all over him during the movie.” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Yeah but it was a horror movie, and you know how she gets. When we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre that one time, she was constricting around me like a serpent!” Mable pointed out.

“I think I’d rather get jump-scared all alone rather than have to cuddle with that pathetic old loser.” Emily snorted, causing Rob to laugh.

“Nema to that! He’s such a little creep about it too! I think I even heard her calling him a perv!” Ava added.

Lilith gasped. “Eww! He was probably getting off on it! He probably had a raging bon-”

•𖤐•

You didn’t let go of the Cardinal’s hand until you had pulled him into the chair next to you as you sat at one of the long tables with all of your friends. You caught the tail end of the group’s conversation, and you could tell they’d been gossiping about you and Copia. You wished you’d been there to hear the full thing; you would have paid actual money to see Rob’s reaction when he was told about you sharing a heated kiss with the rat man.

The table went quiet, your friends clearing their throats awkwardly and looking amongst themselves.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?” You mischievously enquired, taking one of the honey brioche buns out of the basket on the table and buttering it.

“Well, nothi-” Ava murmured, averting her gaze but getting interrupted by Rob.

“Oh hey, lover boy!” He greeted the Cardinal condescendingly. “Did you enjoy getting your jollies from that pity-kiss? Must have been some first, huh?” He sneered before turning to you. “Did you wash your mouth out with bleach, afterwards? Or maybe rat-poison?”

Copia’s breath caught in his throat. Poor thing, his face was as red as the raspberry jam on the table. His dichromatic eyes were pitifully wide, mouth hanging open in utter surprise while the humiliated flush on his cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears like wildfire. He was hurt by Rob’s words; it wasn’t like that at all! He wasn’t getting his jollies from you. It wasn’t his fault that his body reacted so strongly to you; he really did feel terrible about it, but he just couldn’t help the effect you had on him.

You let Copia flounder for a bit before having mercy on him, swooping in to save him.

“Be nice, Rob.” You tutted, gently running your fingers through the soft hair at the base of Copia’s neck, as if he was your little pet. “Co-Co’s the one driving us.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, grumbling quietly while the Cardinal‘s wide gaze snapped up to you upon hearing your cute nickname for him.

“Well, do you guys wanna go to the beach or not? Because Cardinal and I can always just go by ourselves.” You offered casually.

“Aw come on, sweetcheeks!” Rob laughed. “I’m sure your little rat can take a joke, right?” He asked, holding his hand out to Copia.

Like a good sport, the Cardinal nodded, reaching to shake hands, but Rob only scoffed and pulled away just before Copia could take his hand.

“Too slow!” He laughed.

Your poor Cardinal meekly folded his hands in his lap while your friends snickered, congratulating Rob on his cruel trick.

“Could you pass me the cherry jam please?” You asked, giving Copia a little nudge.

The blushing man nodded, nervously reaching for one of the jars on the table and sliding it over to you, his eyes repeatedly flicking to you before staring down at his lap once more.

You opened the jar, tsking in disappointment. Strawberry.

Taking a little spoonful, you turned to Copia. “Does this taste like cherry to you, Rat?” You asked, a bit condescendingly, hooking a finger in his collar to pull him closer as you fed it to him.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm at his mistake.

“M-m-mi dispiace, Sorella!” He stuttered apologetically, scrambling to get you the correct jar.

“Thank you, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly at him, dipping your spoon into the tart cherry preserves and holding it up for the man to taste.

With pathetically wide eyes and a quick self conscious glance at your friends, Copia nervously accepted the spoonful, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a drip of the glassy red liquid.

You made a little show out of licking the rest of the sweet cherry nectar off the spoon, and from your peripheral vision you could tell your friends were all staring, unsure of how to react. A wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, not missing the way Copia’s flush deepened as he watched you lave your tongue over the spoon he’d just had in his mouth.

“Mmm so sweet, isn’t it?” You hummed, gazing at your Cardinal while he nervously nodded, stammering out a quiet agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna go get changed and I suggest you all do the same too.” You stood from your seat, placing a hand on Copia’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“S-si, I-I go and, ehm, get the car and- S-si.” He affirmed.

“Don’t forget your swimsuit!” You reminded him in a sing-song voice before slipping off towards your room.

Not wanting to be stuck alone with your friends, Copia awkwardly got up and scurried off to his room.

•𖤐•

You slipped on your brand new bikini, smirking in the mirror at the perfect fit before putting some summer clothes on top. You pulled on your Widow Rat cropped tank top, some black cut off shorts, and your chunky black platform sandals, the ones with the cobweb detailing and the spider ankle clasp. Of course, you had your usual black nail polish on your fingers and toes, and the look couldn’t be complete without your grucifix ankle bracelet.

You grabbed your black beach bag, throwing in your black and white striped towel and coppertone sunblock, snatching your batwing sunglasses on the way out the door and placing them on top of your head.

You strolled to the grand main door of the ministry, meeting your friends who were also all dressed in summer clothes, Rob even holding a black and white beach ball under his arm. You chatted for a while until you heard the sound of keys jingling and clattering to the floor, and you knew your little disaster Cardinal was near.

You turned, seeing the man pathetically fumbling to pick his keys off the ground while balancing a boombox on his shoulder. You grinned endearingly, your eyes sweeping over his form. And he was wearing a different getup for once! You’d only ever seen him in his cassocks, but now he was wearing some sort of burgundy track suit with a t-shirt underneath that said VVLGARI. He had on a different pair of black gloves, ones you suspected he used for casual occasions like this, yet he still wore his dress shoes which looked quite awkward with a sweatsuit.

“Oh, we can listen to music on the beach! Good thinking, Cardinal!” You chirped, and Copia’s nervous expression softened at your excitement. He set the radio down, his painted eyes flicking up and down your body, biting his lower lip at your exposed midriff, arms, and bare legs.

Copia swallowed thickly, trying not to gawk at you like a creep. Smoothing his fingertips over his moustache, he cleared his throat. “I-I- ehm, I like y-your, eh-” He stammered, gesturing to your chest.

“My what? My breasts?” You asked in coquettish confusion.

“N-no! T-that’s not what I-”

“You don’t like my breasts?” You pouted, batting your thick lashes and looking hurt.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm; he hadn’t intended to insult you! “No no, I-I do! V-very much!” Goddammit, now he was sounding like a creep! “Er-! I-I mean! T-that is not what I- ..I mean- I wasn’t t-trying to, ehm- W-well, what I was t-trying to say, eh-”

You crossed your arms in amusement, watching him struggle to keep his head above water.

“M-mi dispiace, Sorella, I was t-trying to say that I liked your t-t-t-”

“My what, Rat? My t-t-t-tits?” You teased him further, taking a step closer to the poor, distressed, pitiful man.

“Y-your top, Sorella!” Copia finally got it out, red-faced and out of breath from being so tongue-tied.

“Oh! My top!” You giggled in realization, glancing down at your crop top and the image of the rat on it. “Thank you, Cardinal.” You grinned at him, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. Of course you knew what he’d been trying to say all along. Satan, you had the idea to wear that top because of him, because you knew he’d like it. But there wasn’t a more delicious sight than watching poor flustered Copia strain against his own nervousness.

“What a weirdo…” Emily murmured to your friends, shaking her head disapprovingly while the others exchanged whispers of hushed laughter.

“I, ehm- I will go get la macchina..” Copia fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie for a moment, stealing another timid glance at you before heading outside.

You and your group followed and waited on the front steps of the abbey, basking in the warm sun while he went to get his car. In no time, Copia was pulling up in his white 1969 Buick LeSabre, and you all put your bags and the cooler of drinks in the trunk.

“Slick ride, Rat.” You smirked as you slid in shotgun, pressing up against Copia on the bench seat. Lilith got in next to you, while Mable, Ava, Emily, and Rob squeezed into the back.

“G-Grazie..” He blushed, gloved hands tightening their grip on the wheel as you placed a hand on his thigh, under the guise of steadying yourself to make more room for Lilith.

“You can always sit back here if it gets boring up there.” Rob offered.

“I think it’s pretty tight back there.” You turned him down with a smile.

“You could sit on my lap.” He suggested.

Copia’s worried gaze quickly snapped over to you. He felt selfish and foolish for thinking it, but he really didn’t want you sitting on Rob. Copia knew from first-hand experience what would happen, because when you had sat on his lap in the car, the poor Cardinal got so worked up that he came in his pants!

“Thanks, but I feel perfectly comfortable right here.” You replied, daring to rest your hand on Copia’s thigh once more. The Cardinal exhaled shakily in relief as you put his worries to rest. With a timorous little smile at you, he started the car and your road trip to the beach had begun.

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Driving was smooth and streamlined due to the clear and open road. A comfortable silence had fallen upon you all, so you occupied yourself with gazing dreamily at the Cardinal as he drove.

He was a surprisingly good driver, and seeing the sweet man like this only caused your hot passion to swell for him even more; the way he attentively checked his mirrors, eyes wide and focused on the road, licking his lips every so often. You wished you could lick his lips again. Ever since you kissed Copia at the sleepover, you’d had the most insatiable craving for his delicious lips, inexperienced as they may be. Perhaps you’d make out with him again, this time with the clever excuse of letting him use you to practice kissing. He’d feel so terrible and ashamed of himself; a kind young thing like you piteously having to do charity work for a pathetic 50 year old virgin. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin. Oh, how you longed to nip at him and tease him and overwhelm him with your affection.

You sighed softly, biting your lip and studying the man’s delicious profile; his sharp sideburns, thin moustache, the lines on his face. His pointy, rat-like nose caused the corners of your lips to curl into an endearing little smile. Copia always had a pitifulness about him, but it seemed to be accentuated in this moment as he concentrated on driving, his eyes flicking over to you every so often.

You leaned forward to pop open the glovebox, deciding to snoop around to pass the time. Copia watched as you poked around through his things, finally discovering his music stash. You looked over the selection, grinning at the 1960s Italian tunes, an ABBA tape, and- unholy shit, is that-

“No way! Repugnant and Acid Witch??” You held the tapes up ecstatically. You rifled through more of the cassettes, noticing that your sweet little Cardinal’s music taste was actually very heavy.

“I didn’t know you were a metalhead, Rat.” You giggled, reaching over to pinch at his cheek.

The man smiled bashfully, a pink blush causing his freckles to become more prominent.

“You, eh, you like that?” He glanced at you before flicking his eyes back to the road.

“Satanas, do I ever!” You sighed dreamily. “They’re two of my favourites! I’ve literally gotten noise complaints from blaring Acid Witch late at night. And I think I annoyed everyone by replaying that one random ‘yeehaw’ in Voices of the Dead.” You recounted with an amused giggle.

“Ah! Si, si, I always liked that part!” Copia chuckled. He was genuinely relaxed for once, nearly all of his nervousness melting away. He was delighted to discover that you shared his taste in music. Oh, he could feel himself falling even harder for you. And the fact that you were speaking to him like he was a real person meant the world to him. Poor Copia was so used to people brushing him off at best or insulting him at worst, so it was beyond refreshing to have a conversation where someone wasn’t constantly making backhanded jabs at him. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically spoke with him, inching a bit closer to him on the bench seat and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It felt as though your friends weren’t even there; hell, the whole world faded into the background as he grew more comfortable with you.

For a moment, Copia even dared to think that he kind of felt a little bit cool. He was- what did the young people call it nowadays? Vibrating? Yes, he was vibrating with you!

“I’m surprised you don’t like something a little more melodic. You know, something you can actually fuck to.” Rob chimed in with a sniff. He had attempted to play it off as a joke, but a slight annoyance was detectable in his voice, no doubt from the fact that you and the Cardinal were hitting it off so well.

“On the contrary! The very best love-making happens when death metal is playing.” You smirked.

Copia’s breath hitched in his throat as he did a triple-take at you, his lips parted and cheeks furiously flushed as he gaped at you for a few moments before having to tear his eyes away and stare at the road again.

“I think the Cardinal would like to agree, but he’s a little too inexperienced on the matter.” Rob sneered, causing your friends to erupt into laughter, covering their mouths and playfully swatting at Rob in congratulations for his joke.

Aaaand there it was. Relaxation? Gone. Coolness? Not even in his vocabulary. Thanks to Rob so kindly pointing out his pathetic virginity, Copia was now back to being the ashamed, humiliated loser whom everyone made fun of. He didn’t even look over to see your reaction, too scared to find you stifling giggles.

After a few moments of silence, you twisted the cap off a water bottle to wet your whistle. However, after taking a drink, the small piece of plastic slipped out of your fingers, bouncing and rolling and finally falling somewhere under the seat.

“Satan in Hell…” You grumbled, handing the opened bottle to Lilith next to you.

“Oh- Ehm, do you want me to-” Copia began to offer, but you only shook your head.

“No, just keep driving, I’ll feel around for it.” You replied, bending down and hooking your arm under the seat.

In fact, you were bending down so far that your head was right in Copia’s lap, your cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. The man’s mismatched eyes were as wide as cherry pies as he stole a panicked glance down at his lap, already feeling himself growing aroused.

You fished around for the cap, huffing in annoyance when you couldn’t feel it. You reached deeper under the seat, burying your face in Copia’s rapidly hardening cock.

The Cardinal prayed to Satan that you wouldn’t be able to feel his growing erection pressing firmly into your face, and he resisted the urge to grind against your cheek, his breaths beginning to quicken as his heart hammered in his chest.

“What are you doing??” Emily asked.

“Ew, it looks like you’re sucking him off.” Lilith laughed, catching Rob’s attention in the backseat.

“I dropped the stupid water bottle cap and I’m trying to feel around for it.” You murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Copia’s sweatpants, your words sending vibrations of pleasure through him.

Oh, you looked gorgeous like this, so gorgeous with your head buried in his lap, your tresses of hair flowing all around. The man’s cheeks were on fire as he tried to keep himself calm, tried to steady his breathing. The last thing he wanted to do was cream himself, but it was so difficult when he kept picturing you pleasuring him with your sweet mouth.

Just when the Cardinal felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore, your fingertips finally grasped the cap and you sat upright once more.

“Got it!” You held it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the bottle. You caught Copia’s gaze, smirking kittenishly at him as mischief twinkled in your eyes.

The Cardinal swallowed thickly, attempting to stabilize his trembling hands on the steering wheel. This was only the car ride. How in Satan’s name would he survive the beach?

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 10 months

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BAU x teen!fem!reader where she is Rossi's niece who had moved in with him a couple years ago. The team is at a new bar that has been trending after returning for a case and Rossi is the only one not present. The team sees reader dancing with her friends and know she lied to Rossi as he had been talking about her having a movie night and sleepover at a friend's house. They scold her and take her home, making her confess what she did to Rossi.

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BAU Team x Niece!Rossi!Reader

Request : BAU x teen!fem!reader where she is Rossi's niece who had moved in with him a couple years ago. The team is at a new bar that has been trending after returning for a case and Rossi is the only one not present. The team sees reader dancing with her friends and know she lied to Rossi as he had been talking about her having a movie night and sleepover at a friend's house. They scold her and take her home, making her confess what she did to Rossi.

I love this idea!

Third person pov...

The BAU team had been summoned to investigate a case within a small town in the country. After a few days of lifting prints, following leads, and interviewing suspects, the team was finally able to narrow down the suspect. Exhausted from the long and gruelling case but satisfied with the progress they had made, Garcia decided to suggest they visit the new bar that had been buzzing around town.

Hotch nodded his agreement and the team left in glee, finally able to get away from crime scene after crime scene. As they arrived, they immediately noticed how busy the bar seemed to be; everyone it seemed was in some kind of a good mood.

After they had been seating around a table for some time, the team noticed something peculiar; Rossi wasn't there. When Hotch asked where he had gone they suddenly remembered that Rossi had mentioned that his niece had a sleepover at a friend's house and was going to the movies that night.

Little did he know, Y/N wasn't at Sally's house. In fact, she had lied to him about where she would be spending the evening.

It had been years since Rossi's niece had come to stay with him. She had been having a tough time since her parents had died in a horrible accident when she was 12, so Rossi had taken her in. He had treated her like his own daughter, Taking care of her had become his priority and he often kept an eye on her, not wanting her to get into too much trouble and the team had all grown to care for her like their own family.

Penelope soon came back with a tray of drinks for everyone who cheered. "to solving another case and making it home" said Hotch, they all clink there drinks together smiles on their faces. "whoop go team!" exclaims Emily they all drink.

For the next few hours they have fun drinking and talking, JJ eventually drifted away to the other side where she saw two people playing darts, Emily followed her leaving Penelope and the men.

Penelope then dragged Derek to the dance floor leaving Hotch and Reid, the genius was happy to sit and read at the table, Hotch was finishing of his drink when he heard a familiar voice in the crowd of dancers.

"Hey lets get a drink" called a young female voice, the agent searched the crowd and saw someone who definitely shouldn't be there. 16 year old Y/N Rossi. She was in the middle of the dance floor, showing off her moves with a group of friends with a drink in her hand definitely not where she was supposed to be.

Hotch knew immediately what had happened. Kayla had lied to Rossi—pretending to have a movie night and sleepover at a friend's house—but instead she had snuck out to go to the bar. As Hotch was frozen Spencer realised and looked up.

When he saw his boss frozen in place he looked to where Hotch was looking and saw Y/N, he then motioned to Derek and Penelope, who then went of to find the girls. "whats up?" yells Emily over the noise, the others were confused as to why they were called back.

"it is a case? Hotch?" asks Derek this made Hotch snap out of his daze. "there isn't a case, but look over there" he yelled over the noise, Penelope, Derek, JJ and Emily all look to where Hotch was pointing.

Their mouths open in shock. "what on earth!" exclaimed Penelope while Emily and Derek were celebrating just surprised to see the usually well behaved Y/N Rossi dancing in a bar.

The team moved quickly. They didn't want to cause any trouble at the bar, and were sure Y/N had just done something foolish, so they quietly but firmly sent Derek over. The man then surprised the teen by throwing her over his shoulder.

"Hey! Derek!" exclaimed Y/N surprised to see one of her Uncles team members at the bar, she was then taken to where the rest of the team was and stood in front of Hotch the man had a disappointing look directed at her.

Y/N seemed to shrink under the glare "shiittt this wont end well will it?" she questioned making Hotch glare more, she sighs and looks at the floor "sorry Hotch, just take me home already" she says knowing her fate, Hotch then nods and Y/N is taken to one of the cars the team used to drive to the bar.

They drove her to her uncle's house. As soon as they arrived, before she could even open the door, Rossi was there waiting for her. His stern face, enough to make Mia instantly regret her decision to lie. One of the team had called the Italian ahead and told him what happened.

He took her into the living room and the BAU team respectfully stayed outside and gave them some privacy. Rossi then had a serious conversation with Y/N, letting her know that it was wrong of her to lie to him in the first place as well as the dangers that lurk in the night.

Y/N listened and apologized sincerely and vowed to never lie to her uncle again.

From then on, Rossi started to pay more attention to Y/N and the friends she hung out with in order to protect her from the potential of getting into trouble

The next day, as the team prepared to go out on a new case, Rossi was finally ready to join them. He had a big smile on his face and the team had the impression Rossi and Y/N had had a good talk.

Rossi gave Y/N a a big hug before he left and the team knew Rossi was more than just her uncle—he was a loving guardian.

The team was glad Rossi had had another chance to prove just how much he cared about her. And from now on, Y/N knew she could always talk to Rossi—even when it came to making her own decisions.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count: 1150

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bugaboooooooooo · 2 years

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Ideas / prompts and what not for MLB fanfics:

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Ladybug!Kagami, Dragon!Adrien, Cat!Marinette, adrimarigami as a ship by @silentmagi. Link here.

A Sandboy 2, maybe where LB gets hit and bam ✨Chat Blanc✨

Dark miracle box by @miraculous-laddiebug

Basically times messed up in the MLB universe, only Fluff knows abt it. Its an awesome theory by @mlwritingprompts. Link here.

Adrinette-having-to-mrs-doubtfire-their-way outta situations by @frootjoocewrites. Link here.

Lila claims Gina (Maris grandma) is her grandma. Chaos ensues. by @charlietheepicwriter7. Link here

Adrien has one (1) braincell. By @gemsofthegalaxy. Link here.

A genius take on felix and briggites story by @pikachiee. Link here.

Senti!Adrien and Senti!Marinette by @ariadsishereagain link here.

A great and happy twist on Senti!Adrien by @ladbug. Link here.

AU were Nathalie is actually trying to save Emilie because she loves her, not Garbage Agreste. Link here.

Emilie is a Sentimonster, but its wild and great. by @bridgetinerabbit Link here.

LB falls for Chat Noir, and finally confesses. But Chat thinks shes some kind of trap of shadow moth. Idea by ✨moi ✨. Link here.

The chat blanc timeline is messed up, ok. Brought to you by me. Link here.

An akuma with lots of accesories by moi once again. Link here.

AU AU where each miraculous represents a different type of humor, by me. Link here.

Marinette gets rid of her jealousy of other girls (over Adrien) by joining an Adrien Agreste fanclub!! And Kagami gets more friends!! By @ladyofthenoodle . Link here.

The miraculouses follow trends. Link here.

Marichat Megamind crossover!! By @australet789 . Link here.

Adrien figures out that Marino (Mustachinette) is LB. By @always9000percent . Link here.

Marinette turns into LB in her room for sewing. Guess who pops in? Thats right! Chat Noir. By @ultrakart . Link here.

Miraculous AU where Gabriel just adopts Lila and they're both awful together, by @jpdesenhador Link here.

Emilie is sleeping beauty. By @catchacha. Link here.

Mari's identity is revealed because she's a little tooo good at yo-yoing. Link here.

Buttercup Ladrien. By @galahadwilder . Link here.

Aurore x Kagami, by @xhanisai . Link here.

Reverse party crasher, where all the girls are at a sleepover at marinette’s and chat noir shows up, by @bisexualasshole. Link here.

Lady Noire and Mister Bug return! By @smileytrinity . Link here.

When the situation gets angsty, Mari bawls over her Chat Noir doll, by @firerose. Link here.

I'll keep updating this hehehe.

Lmao this should keep u busy for a while. Please let me know if youve written anything based on this! Id love to read it!!

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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hi bby! joining in on the funnnn~

I’m gonna send you a song: Times Square by Emily Kinney (one of my favourite songs)

❤️❤️❤️❤️

hi cutie, thanks for participating 💙

music for the heart

so this song (it’s beautiful) is giving me ex boyfriend bucky barnes vibes

And I know you say you would change that night. But I was never yours, and you're no longer mine. Oh, I'd like to kiss you, but my lips are purple. And I'd like to love you, but our love is spent.

these lines especially remind me of this man! he reminisces the good old days but life had other plans. bucky had his fair share of complications and so did his lover, now he doesn’t know what to offer but he wants it to be known that he is there, he will always be there.

sleepover time! send an ask ✨

#meera's sleepover (♥ω♥)#dara ❆#ask answered✨#bucky barnes

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meantaylorsversion · 3 years

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Hi! I’m jess and incredibly bored so im doing this sleepover! i hope you guys have fun! send me the emoji/ song name for it!

willow🍃: CYMA (cast your mutuals as)

champagne problems🥂: I write an fic based off any of taylor’s songs(specify pls) or one of these prompts!(i’ll put who i write for under the cut and NO NSFW)

gold rush✨: (mutuals only) for a moodboard based off your vibes or url(specify plss)

tis the damn season🎄: this or that!(tell what to chose from)

tolerate it🎸: i’ll rank 10 songs (tell me what songs tho)

no body, no crime🔪: for a song, movie, or show rec.

happiness🎶: i’ll tell you my fav fic,edit, gifset, .etc of yours!

dorothea💐: for a complient

coney island🎡: i’ll tell you 3 things i associate with you

ivy💚: i’ll tell you what i think about a ship(tell me what ship!)

cowboy like me🤠: send me a fic title and i’ll tell you what i’d write for it

long story short👑: i’ll shuffle my playlist and give you a song

marjorie📖: send me a character and i’ll tell my hcs about them

closure🥀: i’ll tell you an unpopular opinion of mine!

evermore🌲: tell me anything!

I write for: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Poe Dameron, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Kira Yukimura

tagging: @lizziechase @ssaemxlyprentxss @pearly-pisces @musicalkeys (sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged!)

#evermore: the sleepover #jess shut up #mutuals sb maybe

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oatflatwhite · 2 years

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How are you? I hope you’re doing okay! 💕✨ anyway, here’s a few random questions: 1. what are your favorite books? (Can be poetry books, fiction books, etc) 2. Do you have a sweet tooth? If you do, what’s your favorite to eat? 3. If you could steal a plot/storyline from any other tv show to see in 911, which one would you choose and why?

hi ren!! i'm doing good :) i've settled in back home and am just working on finding my feet and figuring out what i wanna do while i've suspended my study :) hope you're doing well too!!!

1. my favourite book of all time is erich maria remarque's all quiet on the western front (i have brian murdoch's translation). but another recent fave that i discovered last year is mary renault's the charioteer! and then of course mary oliver's new and selected poems (i have vol. 1) which is just... full chef's kiss. some other really great books close to my heart are emily m. danforth's plain bad heroines, sam hawke's poison wars duology, jane eyre by charlotte bronte! i'm also currently reading bloody rose by nicholas eames and it slaps a lot more than i thought it would!

2. i doooo oh my god hahaha. i will eat most sweet stuff although i will say that very rich chocolately sweets do make me feel ill pretty quickly lol. i can't go past my mum's banana bread though :')

3. oh my god this is difficult!!! i have a very eclectic taste in shows and tbh most veer on the fantasy side which wouldn't exactly vibe with 911. i will say i think a longer arsonist storyline could be interesting? i know they did one on lone star but i don't care. thinking about some of the really good arson episodes on criminal minds... i think that could definitely fit, produce some good tension/characters in peril and tie in athena's plot with the 118 really well!

sleepover weekend time!

#thank you sm ren!!#answered #eddiediazisascorpio #ask meme

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Beautiful Day, Sunday Morning | sleepover fic #3

special thanks to my bestie @sluttywonwoo for this gorgeous banner!

Pairing: Joshua x fem!reader

Prompt: okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them + friends to lovers request

Rating: M (MINORS DNI I’LL SCREAM SO LOUD AND BLOCK YOU)

Word Count: ~7000 (im not well)

Warnings: food cooking and eating, alcohol drinking, hurt/comfort (just a tad its me lbr), presex communication, panty stuffing but not really (you’ll see), fingering, pussy eating, josh cums on you, joshua likes to look, mentions of marks/bruises, loving respectful manhandling, reader has a WAP, aftercare, none of these are in order, i wrote this for like 9 hours straight and haven’t edited it yet bc its four am soooooo sorry bout that, if i missed anything message or inbox me im nice i swear

half of this is just story with some suggestiveness, so if you're not into sex you can still enjoy! it's p obvious when the smut starts

Joshua sighs, finding himself laying awake in bed for the third night in a row.

He’s seriously starting to feel like he’s going crazy, and the sleep deprivation surely isn’t helping, but there’s just no way. He absolutely refuses to accept this.

He’s tried everything he could think of.

Sleeping it off didn’t work, obviously. He meditated with Hao for hours on end, with no result. He let Soonyoung try to hypnotize him but all he got from that was a headache and a bruise on the cheek where the stopwatch swung into his face.

Joshua won’t give up though, can’t give up, because this is life or death. Something has to work and Joshua is willing to try anything, well, almost anything, if it means what he fears will be proven false.

He simply cannot be in love with you. He just can’t.

Not when your friendship is the most valuable of them all, not when your presence is like a hot salted caramel mocha on a blisteringly cold morning, not when you’re the person he always looks forward to seeing, the person he dreads leaving for even a day.

Sure, he sometimes thinks about you late at night, when he’s alone in bed. Sure, he turns people down at bars his friends dragged him to for the sole purpose of getting him laid, just because he likes your voice and your face and your soul and your body better. Sure, he often dreams of you and wakes up feeling lonely, passing his hand over the empty side of the bed and wishing you were there. Sure, the side he leaves empty is coincidentally the same side he knows you sleep on, but that doesn’t mean-

Oh. Wait.

Joshua is totally in love with you.

Well, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

He lets himself thrash in bed a bit, digging the back of his head into the pillow and tensing his jaw, then takes a deep breath, moving out of tantrum mode and into solution mode.

Okay.

Option 1: Joshua avoids you for a while and hopes the feelings go away on their own.

He shakes his head, knowing immediately that won’t work because if he doesn’t text you for a day, you’ll just text him, and if he doesn’t respond, you’ll call, and he’ll pick up, because it’s you.

And then he’ll hear your voice and you might sound sad that he didn’t text you back and then he’ll be sad, and guilty, and desperate to make it up to you. Which will lead to him making you dinner and probably pushing you up against the counter and kissing you until he forgets about the pasta on the stove and then it’ll boil over and just be a huge mess, and Joshua hates messes.

Option 2: Joshua doesn’t avoid you, and hopes the feelings go away on their own.

No, that won’t work either, because being around you is what gave him these feelings in the first place and being around you will just make them worse. He’ll be able to look at you and touch you and listen to you and you’ll smile at him and squeeze his hand like you always do, and marvel at the size of it compared to yours, and then Joshua will only be able to think about crawling on top of you on the couch and holding your hands down with his and they’ll look so small and you’ll-

Joshua clears his throat, shifting his legs in the sheets and willing his mind to settle down.

Option 3: Joshua doesn’t avoid you, and doesn’t hope the feelings go away.

This option is intriguing, because it means Joshua will still get to be around you and he won’t have to shove anything down, like he’s apparently been doing for… fuck, has he been in love with you this whole time? Has it been literal years??

Joshua shoots straight up in bed, bracing himself on his hands and blinking the drowsiness away. His brows furrow as he thinks over every moment he’s ever shared with you, every time he’s caught himself staring at your lips or holding your hand or getting jealous of a date or glaring at one of his friends for flirting with you. It’s been so obvious, and he had no clue.

Has it been this obvious to everyone?

Shit. Has it been this obvious to you?

Joshua needs a second opinion, and doesn’t think twice about grabbing his phone and calling for backup.

Jeonghan sounds irritated and exhausted when he picks up on the fifth ring, and Joshua sucks in a deep breath before starting, “Jeonghan, I need you to be honest with me, this is very important. Did you know I’m in love with y/n?”

“Yeah, Shua, we all knew.”

Joshua swears to himself, it’s just like he feared.

“And when you say ‘we all-’”

“No, y/n doesn’t know,” Jeonghan groans with exasperation, “but if you don’t say it soon, I will. It’s fucking annoying watching you guys moon over each other all the time. And don’t even get me started on-”

“Wait. Each other?” Joshua holds his breath as he waits for confirmation, “Jeonghan, I need clarification on the ‘each other’ part.”

Jeonghan heaves a sigh before answering, like he’s millimeters from hiring an assassin.

“Yes, Joshua, each other. I’m hanging up now.”

“Jeonghan wait-” Joshua tries to get out, but he hears the dial tone and checks his messages to see Jeonghan has put him on do not disturb. That was that then.

Okay, Joshua can deal with this. He can figure it out, Joshua is good at figuring things out.

He shakes his head and pushes a breath out before biting his lip to stop the smile.

Each other. He can work with that.

“Joshie!” You throw open the door, beaming and grabbing his hand to pull him inside you-r apartment! Inside your apartment.

Joshua dramatically rolls his eyes, hiding his grin behind a smirk, and sighs out, “Not this again…” as if he’s not giggling on the inside at the way you’re tugging him to the kitchen.

“Please, you love when I call you Joshie and we both know it,” you respond with playful eyes and your own smirk.

Fuck, he sucks in a breath, how did he deal with your teasing before figuring out he’s in love with you? Because now, it’s just making him ha-

“So, I was thinking we could try out a new pasta recipe I saw on Instagram, it has tomatoes and goat cheese and garlic, and I got a new puzzle!”

You sound so cute, so excited, that Josh has to clear his throat and try to blink away the hearts in his eyes before he can even think of what to say.

“That sounds great! I hope a red will go with it?” Josh holds up the wine bottle with a hand that shakes only a little, the other still caught in yours, and tries to stop his mind from going to the events of Option 1.

It’s difficult though, when he spots the exact pot he envisioned on the stove, already filled with salted water and waiting to be boiled.

You squeeze his hand before detaching to grab the bottle from him and throw it in the chiller, and Joshua respectfully (and frankly, for his own survival) looks away from how your jeans mold perfectly to the shape of your ass when you crouch down to find room.

He does well enough while you’re cooking together, moving around each other in a dance that evidences years of practice, getting distracted only when you lean up over his shoulder to monitor his garlic chopping. You’re very particular about how your garlic is cut, and it was only recently you began allowing him the responsibility.

Joshua can admit now how much it meant to him when you passed him the knife with a trusting smile and eyes that screamed, don’t fuck this up, just a few months ago.

Managing to finish the garlic preparation with relative ease, Joshua starts looking around for the recipe you were talking about. Normally, you print it out and put it up on your fridge but the stainless steel is empty, except for the magnetic photo of him and you he bought you last year. Well, him and you and all of your friends, not that he’s looking at any of them.

No, Joshua only has eyes for you, and they follow you as you flit around your kitchen, sunlight catching on your hair and cheekbones, your hips swaying softly to the music flowing from your sound bar.

He’s forgotten what he was looking for, and he’s forgotten to pretend he wasn’t drinking in your every move, because you turn around and stop short, eyes wide at finding him staring at you so intently.

“Do you need something?” You ask, brows tilting up in confusion.

Joshua breathes in deeply, catching your perfume on the air amidst the roasting tomatoes and fresh garlic, and he shakes his head with a soft smile.

“No, I have everything I need,” you start to look more bemused, like you’re trying to figure him out, and Joshua rushes to finish, “except the recipe! Where’d you put it?”

“Oh!” You jump, running to the couch to grab your phone and pull up Instagram, “It’s just a video, it seemed simple enough so I was doing it from memory but I should’ve sent it to you, my bad!”

Your brows furrow as you start typing in his new handle, and Joshua stills your fingers with his, deciding he can afford to be just a tad more bold.

“My phone’s almost dead, actually. Could we just share yours?” Joshua tries to ask innocently, masking his ulterior motive of getting to be closer to you.

“Yeah, of course! Do you wanna charge your phone? I can go plug it in,” you offer helpfully, gesturing over your shoulder to your bedroom, but Joshua shakes his head.

“Nah, the only person whose texts I care about is here,” he says smoothly, locking his eyes with yours and reminding himself that Jeonghan said each other.

You hold his gaze, something he doesn’t recognize flashing through your eyes and your mouth scrunching to the side, like it does when you’re… hurt. You visibly shake it off though, shake him off, pulling away and turning to set the pot of water to boil.

Joshua can’t fight the frown, feeling distance between you and him that normally isn’t there, but he lets you take your space and works on figuring out what he’s done wrong. He can barely hear the simmering of the tomatoes and goat cheese in the oven over the roaring in his ears, as he takes in your tense shoulders and stiff posture from the other side of the counter. When he sees your ribs expand and then hitch, like you were trying to gather yourself, he decides you’ve had enough space.

So Joshua crosses the kitchen, laying a gentle, warm hand on your shoulder, and tries peeking at your face. You’re not crying, thankfully, but he can see your teeth gnawing at your lip and the fragile set of your brows, and he pulls you into his chest, wrapping you up tight in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” He breathes into your hair, tucking your head into his neck with the softest push he can manage.

Joshua waits as patiently as he can, but when the water comes to a boil and you still haven’t answered, he pulls away to add the penne and then leans against the counter, staring at you.

“Baby, please tell me what just happened. Did I say something wrong?” Joshua has called you baby since he met you, it’s just instinct by now, but it felt different now that he knows he’s in love with you. It felt… right.

But it just makes you tense up more, and now Joshua is more confused than ever. You’ve never cared about him calling you baby, you went with it from the start, and even started calling him Joshie in return.

“Shua… I just-”

“Joshie,” He interrupts, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the change in nickname. All of your friends call him Shua, you’re the only one he allows to call him Joshie, and he can’t stand hearing the alternative from you.

Joshua can feel his own brows pinching together, his arms coming up to cross over his chest, like that could protect him somehow.

You mirror him, bracing yourself against the stove before he lets a hand down to tug you away from the steaming pot of water, and he uses that hand to pull you closer, finding that he can’t make himself let go.

You’re staring at him now, and you seem to be considering something. He can tell by the set of your shoulders that you’re weighing things, and hears Jeonghan’s voice say each other in his head. And somehow, he knows that you and him are on the precipice of something.

Something great, Joshua hopes.

So he takes in another breath and takes a few short steps to stand in front of you, delicately framing your face in his hands and leaning in close. He stops just short of your lips, feeling the catch in your breath this time, and exhales against you, “Tell me to stop. Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

You don’t say anything, just stare deeply into his eyes, like you’re searching for something. You must find it, because you close the distance to press your lips against his, and Joshua feels something unlock in his chest and make extra space for you.

Joshua’s mind doesn’t wander too far, not with your mouth on his and your body heat against him, and he slides one hand into your hair. The other moves down to mold to your neck, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw before resting on your pulse. He can feel your heart racing, sprinting just like his, and he drinks you in, sipping from your lips like you’re the finest wine he’s ever had.

He gets carried away quickly, turning with you in his arms to push you against the counter, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, practically begging you to open up for him.

You do, with a sigh, and Joshua slips his tongue into your mouth to glide against yours. You taste… like nothing he’s ever had and he’s desperate for more already, tugging your mouth open further with a thumb on your chin. He licks into you, brushing up against your hard palate, sucking your tongue into his mouth, his moan vibrating against your lips. You swallow it, responding with a whimper, and Joshua’s hips kick into yours. He can feel himself getting harder, feel the heat gathering in his gut, and the hand in your hair drifts down to take your hip in a firm grip, kneading at your plush skin.

Joshua’s about to bring his other hand down and lift you up onto the countertop, dreaming already of spreading your thighs and grinding against you, pulling your jeans down, spreading you with his fingers and licking you open before slipping his cock inside where he just knows you’re wet and hot and soft and perfect, but you pull away.

You pull away, and Joshua tries desperately to follow you, but you breathe a laugh against his lips and push him from you with a hand to his chest.

He can feel his eyebrows furrowing, knows he’s panting and probably looking slightly undignified, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is why you stopped kissing him and how to get you to start kissing him again.

“Too fast?” He asks nervously, hands squeezing at your hips without his permission, and he consciously loosens his grip so you can fully pull away if you so choose.

“No, Joshie, you’re perfect, it’s just-” you pause to catch your breath. “The pasta’s about to boil over and the timer’s been going off for like three minutes.”

His head whips around, seeing your microwave beeping and the water jumping out of the pot, penne far too close to the surface for comfort. He moves with you in tandem, you turning the burner down and shutting off the timer, Joshua grabbing a colander from the cabinet and draining the pasta in the sink. Turning to toss you oven mitts right before you open the oven, he remembers his prediction of Option 1 and can’t hold in the laugh.

The sizzling of the olive oil and roasted tomatoes covers the chuckle escaping him, and Joshua moves behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and set his chin on your shoulder, smooching the side of your head. Your skilled hands mash the mixture together and pour in a bit of the pasta water he’d remembered to reserve (thank God), the sauce coming together quickly. He detaches from you only when you ask him to bring over the pasta, and he carefully tilts the penne into the dutch oven as you stir, the scent of garlic and goat cheese and robust San Marzanos filling the air.

Joshua had been so wrapped up in you, he didn’t even notice he was hungry, but as he feels his stomach growl, he still can’t say he cares much about eating right now. Food, that is.

You’re adorably excited though, beaming at him with bright eyes and spinning on your toes to retrieve the wine he brought, so he turns and lifts your favorite bowls down from the cabinet, grabbing two sets of silverware along the way. You meet him at your dining table, grinning and setting down the fresh grated parm, and Joshua can feel his throat close a little as he imagines doing this with you each and every night.

The pasta was delicious, recipe bookmarked in your phone and already sent to Mingyu and Seokmin, and he washes dishes with you side by side. The cleaning goes quickly, barring the wine glasses you’re both still drinking from, but Joshua plucks yours from your hand just before you pour another glass and backs you up against the sink.

“Joshua, we always finish the wine,” your tone and the use of his full name betrays your befuddlement, but he won’t be swayed.

“Baby,” Joshua pauses to follow the shiver that runs down your spine with his hand, gaze tinted with want and fondness, before continuing, “If we finish the wine, you’ll get tipsy. There are a lot of things I want to do to you tonight, and I can’t do 75% of them if you’re out of it.”

Your eyes grow wide, lashes fluttering, and you nibble at the inside of your lip. It’s a bad habit of yours, and you’ve complained to him before of the sore spots that result sometimes, so he takes the opportunity to smooth his thumb over your lip and gently tug it free. Leaning in to slide his tongue along the seam of your mouth, Joshua breathes softly against you and waits.

You huff, and surge forward to capture his lips with yours, your hands flying up to curl around his neck and pull him closer. Joshua giggles into your kiss, squeezing his hands around yours before moving them to your hips to haul you up against him so you can feel how hard he is for you, already. You press back, and his giggles melt into a groan at the feeling of your body against his. He’s wondering if you’ll let him fuck you on your counter, but you cook a lot and you’ll probably think it’s unsanitary. Joshua considers the dining table next, but doubts it’s sturdy enough for all of his plans, and the couch is just unacceptable, there’s not nearly enough room.

You make the decision for him, pushing against his hips with your own and sliding your hands in his hair to physically pull his lips from yours. He pouts, letting you tug him away but also letting his cock press against you when the pull makes his hips buck.

“Let’s go, then,” you whine urgently, trying to move forward, but the pressure’s made Joshua’s brain fuzzy and he has no clue what you’re talking about.

“Go where?” Joshua asks, panting against you before shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

“Go to bed, babe, let’s go to the bed,” you set your hands on his chest and push insistently, and Joshua’s nothing if not a gentleman, so it takes little thought to let you guide him to your bedroom.

What his lady wants, his lady gets.

Joshua can’t take his eyes off you as you whip your shirt over your head and toss it at the chair in the corner, but he gets his ass in gear when he sees your hands slide down your body to unbutton your jeans. He’s thought too much about undressing you to let you do it yourself, and his hands pull yours up to his abs, using the distraction to undo your jeans and start tugging them down.

He’s not as sneaky as he thought though, and blushes at your knowing smirk as he presses a kiss to your belly. But Joshua gets you back, with his fingers sliding under both sides of your panties to pull them up tight against you.

You’re wet already and Joshua’s vision tunnels as he stares at the damp spot between your legs, your folds outlined by the fabric with how taut he’s holding it. You squirm, but he’s not done looking, and he soothes you with fingers petting gently at the soft skin of your hips, taking you in for a few more seconds.

Joshua doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable though, figures you might need some time to get used to him in this setting, and he knows there’ll be plenty of nights (and mornings and afternoons) for him to look his fill. So tonight, he lets go of your panties and rises to take his shirt off, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. He can feel your eyes on him as he gathers up his clothes and your jeans, crossing the room to lay them on your chair before turning back to you with the corners of his lips quirked up.

He can sense your nervousness, and tries to figure out how to break the ice and remind you he’s your best friend. Smiling at you until his eyes squint, Joshua walks toward you slowly, then charges you when he’s a few feet away. You shriek and giggle when he leans down to wrap his arms around you and press the side of his face into your chest, tackling you onto your bed. Bouncing together, Joshua rolls until you’re sitting on him and he can feel your wet heat on his cock, seeping through his boxers and making his dick twitch. He swallows a groan, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but he gives that up when you start rolling your hips against his.

“Baby,” Joshua moans out, pulling your hips harder against his. “Tell me what you like?”

He sets up a steady grind as you think, feeling you get wetter and wetter against his dick, but he can tell you’re getting distracted by the friction, and he needs to know what’s okay and what’s not okay before he takes you any further.

So, Joshua stills your hips with a firm grip and says your name with all the sternness he can muster when you’re practically soaking through his boxers.

You pout at him guiltily, petting his pecs in apology, “I like not being in charge. I like when you grab me like that, and I liked when you threw me on the bed.”

Joshua can feel the heat rush through him at your candor, rewards you with minute thrusts of his hips against yours, and confirms, “You want me to manhandle you a bit? Tell you what to do?”

You sigh at the thought, sagging against him and Joshua sits up against the headboard so you can brace yourself on his chest without having to lean down so far.

“Yeah, Joshie, I want that,” you breathe against his lips before pulling him into a kiss, and he can tell you’re trying to distract him to get out of talking more, but he can’t make himself care.

“We’ll talk more about this later, yeah?” Joshua asks, but you both know it’s not a question.

You nod into the kiss, sucking his tongue and starting to buck against him in a cute, needy way, and Joshua can’t hold off any longer.

He holds you gently by the back of your neck, wrapping the other arm around your waist, and you get the memo to stop moving just before he starts rising up on his knees. He spreads his thighs underneath yours, shifting up so you tilt backwards onto the bed until he can hold himself above you, unwinding his arm from your waist to hold your jaw in one hand. He presses one last kiss to your plush lips before pulling away to stare down at you.

Your eyes are hazy, your breasts heaving, and Joshua can see the strain in your thighs from how his knees are holding them open, putting the wet patch on your panties on full display. He smirks, smoothing one hand down your body to slide his thumb down your cunt, feeling your folds part further under the pressure.

You’re so wet, the fabric is practically translucent, and Josh is hypnotized by the glimpse of your cunt. He shuffles down to get a closer look, palm flat to your sternum when you try to follow him, and he can’t resist sinking his middle finger into you as deep as your panties allow. The fabric gives easily, stretching and following his finger inside to the first knuckle. You’re tight, even just with this, and Joshua knows he’ll have to open you up if you want his cock, revels in it.

Withdrawing his finger, he watches your cunt clench around the bit of fabric that remains inside, groaning out loud when he pulls and it comes out of you even wetter. He’ll have to buy you new panties, and maybe some bras, perhaps a set or two, and probably matching couples pajam-

You squirm, and Joshua looks up to check in, relaxing when he sees you’re just desperate for more. He decides he’s tortured you enough for one night, yanking your panties down, tossing them off the bed, and leaning in close to get his first look at your bare pussy.

You’re glistening, hips shifting against the sheets in anticipation, and Joshua’s already thrown one leg over his shoulder before he asks, “Can I eat you out?”

You nod before he’s finished talking, but you should know by now that you’ll have to tell him, so he just stares, flicking his eyes between yours and your pussy.

Your eyes roll skyward in embarrassment and agitation, the back of your head pushing into your pillow, and you force out, “Yes, you can, please do.”

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Joshua responds, a touch condescendingly and more than a touch smug, lifting your other thigh onto his shoulder and smoothing his hands around your hips to hold your pelvis down.

His first taste has him opening his mouth wider, wishing he could swallow you whole, but for now he’ll content himself with pushing his tongue as far inside you as it can go. You’re soft, and so hot, and soaking wet, and immediately Joshua knows he’d do this every day, if you’d let him. Wake you up with his head between your thighs and put you to bed with his tongue inside you, if he could. Live and breathe and die in your pussy, if you’d allow it. He thinks you just might, with the way you’re trying to buck up against his hands, your eyes closed and breathy whines escaping your open mouth.

In the future, Joshua will make you keep your eyes on him, but for now, he couldn’t care less. All he cares about is getting as much of you in his mouth as he can and making you cum on his tongue as soon as you can take it. He’s relentless, sucking your clit into his mouth, laving over it, pinching it between his lips, getting you wetter and wetter until you’re drenching his face and the sheets. You’re still trying to grind against him, which is cute, honestly, but Joshua’s not letting you move, not unless you tell him to stop.

He shifts to band one arm across your stomach, digging his fingers into the fleshy part of your hip, anchoring you to the bed, and brings his hand to your cunt to slide one finger inside. You’re not as tight as before, and Joshua sighs against you in relief before starting to nudge another finger at your entrance, looking up at you and waiting for the breathy yes yes yes to sink it in next to the first. His fingers are big, much thicker and longer than yours, and you take a second to adjust. You’re already squeezing at them though, pussy trying to suck them in deeper, so he follows until his knuckles brush against you, and curls his fingers up when he bottoms out.

(He’s a bit too deep to get at your g-spot, but you enjoy the motion nonetheless and open your mouth to beg for more right when Joshua suctions his plush lips around your clit again and you’re almost almost almost-)

“Fuck, Joshie, please! Please, please, please I’m right there,” you whine, hands flying down to push his head into you, fingers tangling in his hair, and Joshua has to press his hips into the bed to get his cock to stop jumping. He knows he’s leaking precum, will have to change the sheets after he gets you in the bath, but you’re just so fucking hot, he can’t help it.

He does want to make you cum though, needs to, so he starts spreading his fingers, opening you up for a third, and sucks harder at your clit until you break, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream. He keeps going, fucking his fingers in and out of your sopping wet pussy and tonguing your clit in pulses, until you push his head again, away from you this time.

Joshua releases your clit from his mouth but keeps his fingers inside, spreading them wider against your throbbing walls, and asks, “Wanna go again?”

You stare at him with wet lashes, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, and he’s almost distracted enough to move up your body and suck your nipples into his mouth, wonders if he can get both at once if he pushes your tits together enough, thinks about digging his fingers into the plushness, thinks about the bruises he could nip into them, but you respond and pull him from his thoughts.

“I think it might kill me, but yes,” you exhale, sounding tired but so needy still and Joshua loves you, he loves you so much, and he really hopes you don’t notice when he spells it on your clit with his tongue, followed by his name, then yours with Hong tacked onto the end. He doesn’t think you do, because you’re moaning, near crying with pleasure, and he hasn’t even started moving his fingers again yet.

Which he rectifies immediately, pushing them into you with more force this time, spreading you open and shoving his tongue inside to lick at your walls. The hand grasping your hip shifts, fingers moving to press down on your clit, rubbing small, quick circles. Your wetness is seeping out around his fingers, dripping into his mouth and down his chin onto the bed, and he knows he needs to make you cum soon if he doesn’t want to push you into the unpleasant kind of overstimulation.

He pulls his hand out slightly, and you cry out at the loss, trying to buck your hips up and get him deep again, until he finds your g-spot and grinds into it with the tips of his fingers. Hooking his digits inside of you, Joshua rubs incessantly at the rough patch, fucking into you and suctioning his lips around your clit until you clench so tight he doesn’t bother moving them, until you break apart with a wail. You gush, wetness flooding out and soaking the lower half of his face, and Joshua feels his eyes fluttering shut as he drinks you in.

Your thighs shake on his shoulders, your stomach trembling as you try to get air into your lungs, and his tongue laps at your clit until you push his head away again, for good this time. Joshua doesn’t go far, still breathing you in and feeling your cunt throb around his fingers.

Your hand pets at his head before it slips from his hair, flopping down onto the bed as your eyes close heavily. You’re not asleep, and you haven’t passed out (he thinks), so he just lets you catch your breath and wipes his face off with one hand, pulling the other from you slowly before shifting your thighs off his shoulders and sitting up on his knees between your splayed legs.

Joshua wants to put his hands on you, smooth them up your body to squeeze your tits then cradle your face, but he has other plans for the slickness leftover on his palms.

He tugs his boxers down with a pinky, cock bobbing out, and waits for your eyes to open before saying softly, “Baby, I’m not fucking you tonight,” you shoot him a sleepy frown, bottom lip pushing out just a bit before he continues. “But can I cum on your pussy? I’ll rinse you off and run a bath after.”

Your pupils get even bigger, nearly blocking out the color of your irises, and you smile serenely at him with bleary eyes, wrapping your hands underneath your thighs and pulling them up so you’re spread open for him.

Fuck, Joshua’s so fucking gone for you.

He can feel more precum seeping out of the head of his cock, feel how his boxers stick to his thighs from a combination of you and him, and he can feel the shudder roll all the way from his scalp to his toes at the first touch of his hand on his cock. His palm is slick, wet with you, and he stops himself from dipping back into your pussy for more, knowing you’re sensitive.

You’ve given Joshua more than enough to work with anyway, more than he used to get on those lonely nights where all he had was the thought of you, and as he takes in your still fluttering cunt, takes in the fuckdrunk look on your face, takes in the scent of your pussy on the air, he already knows he’s close.

His body doesn’t know yet, but it’s catching up quick. His stomach is tensing, his chest rapidly expanding with his panting, his balls tightening more and more the longer he gazes at you. Joshua can’t contain his sounds, lets the grunts and groans fall into the air, whining your name when he glides one palm over the head of his cock and squeezes down at the base with the other. He just needs a little bit more, just a li-

“Cum, Joshie, please cum, I wanna feel it,” you ask sweetly, urgently, and he swears, feeling his cock jump in his hands as hot cum spills out, painting your pussy white and dribbling down your folds. His hearing goes fuzzy, white noise filling his mind, and he clenches his eyes shut, cumming harder than he has in… years?

Joshua opens his eyes to see your entrance clench, tightening around nothing, and he barely resists the urge to drop back down onto his stomach and push his cum inside of you, fuck it into your cunt with his fingers and then fuck it deeper with his dick, stay buried in you until he’s hard and do it all over again.

But you’re tired, and he’s tired, and he catches your wince when you let your thighs down.

Joshua reaches over to snag a tissue from the box you keep next to your bed, and wipes his hands off before smoothing them up your thighs to knead at where your pelvis connects with your femurs. You had your legs open for a while, then up, and he doesn’t want you to be sore tomorrow, so he pulls back, lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, starting the shower and wiping your pussy off gently with a damp washcloth before handing you a clip so you can get your hair out of the way.

“Can we take a bath tomorrow? I just wanna snuggle and go to bed,” you request, voice thick with sleep and raspy from the orgasms, and Joshua feels his heart swell. His teeth poke out of the smile he shines at you, and he gathers you up into a hug, rubbing your back and picking you up off the counter to walk you into the shower. He can feel your breath leave you in a contented sigh, and you lean your head against his chest as he spreads suds up your back, his hands drifting over your skin gently and massaging out any knots he finds.

You’re dozing against him when he drops to his knees to wash your lower half so he leans you against the shower wall, keeping one hand on your hip to make sure you don’t fall over. Making quick work of himself, Joshua shuts off the shower and wraps you up in a towel, patting his hands over your limbs to dry you off as much as he can. You’re a bit more awake now that you’re out of the heat of the water, and he dries himself off roughly before helping you tug your robe on and ushering your slightly shivering form into your bedroom. You’re walking fine, but Joshua keeps his hands on you anyway, doesn’t see a reason not to, and tries to pretend he’s not giddy at the thought of picking out your pajamas and falling asleep next to you.

He escorts you to the bench at the end of your bed, makes sure you’re sitting securely, and turns to your dresser to get something for you to sleep in.

“Just gimme your shirt,” you mumble, leaning back against your bed and pulling your knees to your chest, and Joshua short circuits for a second, imagining you in his clothes. It’s time to sleep, he chides himself, when he feels the blood rushing down to his dick, and speeds over to grab his tee from the chair. It’s huge on him, and he knows you’ll look adorable in it even before he tugs it over your head, and fuck, does he love being right.

He questions you about undies and follows your finger to the top drawer, pulling out the first pair his fingers touch so he doesn’t linger, and guides them up your legs. You stand and pull them the rest of the way on yourself, before climbing right up onto your bed and holding a hand out.

Joshua tries his best to keep his cool, but he’s just a little too excited to burrow under the covers with you, and your body rolls towards him when he hops into the bed. He pretends he planned it though, pretends he was continuing his bit from earlier, when he bodychecked you into the mattress, and he’s pretty sure he’s gotten away with it until you giggle and tap his nose.

He scoffs into the space between him and you, then pulls you closer until there’s none left, dropping a kiss on each of your cheeks, laying one on your forehead, and gently pressing his lips to yours as his final goodnight kiss.

“Oh!,” Joshua remembers, shifting up onto an elbow to stare down at you, “And in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m deeply, madly, embarrassingly in love with you.”

You blink up at him with exhausted eyes, smiling and placing a palm on his cheek to pull him down into one more kiss, before winking at him and whispering, “Same.”

You’re asleep before Joshua’s gotten over his disbelief, but he just grins, realizing it’s Saturday, and he’ll get to wake you up with his favorite song, crooned directly into your ear.

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Salty and Sweet | Sleepover Fic #7

Pairing: Mingyu x gn!reader

Prompt: every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John

Rating: M

Word count: ~600

Notes: food mention, swearing, suggestive, making out, biting, mentions of sex

Mingyu bounces on his toes as he waits for you to come into the kitchen. You’re taking forever and he’s almost at the point of just saying fuck it and plating dinner up, but he’ll get you this time, he swears. Tonight is the night.

The night he gets your honest opinion, the night he’ll get you to tell him the truth, the night he finally gets you to give him a straight answer.

It drives Mingyu nuts, honestly, that every single time he asks you to taste whatever he’s cooking and tell him if it needs more salt, you just say ‘it’s amazing’ and squeeze some part of his body.

Okay, the body squeezing, he does like, because Mingyu will never get enough of your hands on him - his ass, his shoulders, his pecs, his hips, hell, you’ve even squeezed his bottom lip between two fingers before, and he loved that too. Loved it enough to forget about the food on the stove and haul you to bed (Mingyu ate something else for dinner that night, and it was wonderful).

But he needs to know if he should add more salt or not! Your palate is different than his; he doesn’t eat things with much sodium so it’s hard for him to tell if a dish needs it, and that’s where you should come in, as his life partner and former roommate, but noooo you just have to be difficult and tell him it’s perfect. So tonight, he intentionally undersalted. He’d tasted it already, and it needs a bit more seasoning even to him, so there’s no way you won’t notice. If you say it doesn’t need anything this time, he’ll be able to call you on it and figure out why you insist on sparing his feelings.

He’s about to turn the stove off, go find you, throw you over his shoulder, and bring you to the kitchen himself when you appear, fresh from a shower.

This is very distracting for him, and Mingyu curses you, knowing he won’t be able to be mean when you’re all dewy and soft and delicious smelling. It must be part of your plan, and step two must be smiling at him with all the love in the world, and walking over to pull his head down into a kiss. His hands fly to your waist, fingers digging into your robe and the flesh underneath it, tongue brushing against your bottom lip until you open for him.

You’d put on that one lip mask Mingyu loves, he can taste it on you, and he sighs into your mouth, digging his canines into your lip until you whine. He never makes you bleed, never bites hard enough to bruise (your lips, anyway), but he loves testing the plush flesh with his teeth, loves the sound you make when he nips just a little too hard. Mingyu loves when you arch into him too, like you are now, and he slides his arms around you, pulling you up against his body so he doesn’t have to crouch.

He can feel your heat against him, through your robe and the thin fabric of his shirt, and when he squeezes you even closer, he can feel the hitch in your breath as your ribs expand and then stutter against his. You moan a bit when you brush over his cock, hardening already in his sweats. You grind over him again and Mingyu wonders if step three is making him fuck you on the dining table.

He doesn’t really need to know if his food needs more salt, anyway, Mingyu thinks, shutting off the burner and carrying you into the dining room.

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Fever Dreams | Sleepover fic #6

Pairing: Seungcheol x gn!reader

Prompt: I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh

Rating: M

Word Count: ~1.2k

Notes: sickfic (just a cold, no grossness), friends to lovers, cheol legit wants to marry reader, suggestiveness at the end

Seungcheol lays on the couch, brain throbbing, waste bin of tissues taunting him, and waits for you to arrive.

You came the other night, when he was at his worst, but he had the scariest fever dream, and he needs to make sure it wasn’t real. He’s fairly sure it didn’t happen, because you would’ve freaked out and left.. and not returned for multiple days. And Seungcheol hasn’t seen you in multiple days.

He realizes that might be exactly what happened, and now his heart is pounding just as hard as his head is. But he can already hear the key he gave you turning in the lock, and you breeze into his apartment like all is right in the world.

You’d probably be acting weird if Seungcheol told you he was in love with you, right? Maybe he got lucky, and you’d already left, and he confessed to a mirage. He dreams about you all the time, has for months, and he wouldn’t be surprised if, in his cough syrup induced stupor, he thought one of his visions of you was real.

You’re coming closer now, concerned smile on your face, and Seungcheol’s eyes close when your hand comes down to lay gently on his forehead. He holds in the contented sigh, his eyes fluttering open when you huff.

“You’re still warm, have you been taking the medicine I left?” You ask gently, but Seungcheol can see the expectant set of your brows, and he nods, pointing to the empty bottle on the coffee table.

“Good,” your hands clap together, grocery bag dangling from one. “Because I brought some more!”

Seungcheol groans, “Stop spending money on meeee,” but you just roll your eyes, telling him you’re an adult and can spend your money how you choose.

You’re right, but he resolves to spend even more money on you. It wouldn’t be hard, he sees something that reminds him of you everywhere he goes, keychains and stuffies and clothes and engagement rings. Usually, you whine when he buys you things, but now he can use your own words against you, and he grins, feeling his dry lips pull.

“Oh, I got you sick chapstick too, here,” you fish the lip balm out. “It’s peppermint, I thought it might help with your breathing, like Vicks does.”

Seungcheol clenches his eyes closed, fondness shooting through his chest, you remembered his rhinitis, he thinks, sounding a bit tearful in his own mind.

The chapstick does help his breathing, and he sits up enough to tug you on top of him; the pressure of your body feels nice, and you never mind being close to him. You just sigh and settle in, turning your face away from his in an attempt to avoid catching his cold. He drifts for a little, but starts to feel a bit of deja vu, and he gets a flash of a memory.

You, snuggled up next to him, his head on your shoulder. You, pecking his forehead lightly. Him, headbutting your chin until you kiss him again. You, fake sighing before taking his chin in your fingers and pressing another smooch to his forehead. Him, real sighing, breathing out something that sounds like ‘I love you’.

Fuck.

But it might not be real, he tries to convince himself. It’ll drive him crazy though, not knowing if you know, and he tries to steel himself before he asks the question.

“So, I haven’t been this sick since I was a kid, and this is so weird, but did I… Did I happen to like, confess my love to you or something?” Seungcheol tries at nonchalance, tries to sound as casual as he can, but he can feel his heart pounding again and knows you must feel it too.

But Seungcheol can feel something, feel it thumping against his chest, and he sucks in a deep breath when he realizes it’s your heart, running away just like his is.

“Um, yeah, you might’ve said something of the sort,” you say quietly, shyly.

“Oh. Haha, that’s inter-”

“Four times.”

“Huh?!” Seungcheol tries to sit up, but he’s too weak and you’re too comfy on his chest, so he lays back down and stares at the ceiling.

“Yeah, you told me you were in love with me four times,” you exhale against his shoulder.

His mind is racing, trying to think of what to say, how to fix this. If it was one time, he could explain it away, pretend it was platonic. But four?

Seungcheol can’t rationalize telling you he loves you four fucking times. Telling you he’s in love with you, four fucking times.

Jesus, this is worse than he thought.

“Did you mean it?” You ask with a small voice, your fingers picking at a loose thread on his sweater and pulling his mind back to you.

You sound kind of… vulnerable? And your heart is still beating against his, so hard he can feel it, so fast he’s slightly worried, and he wonders if he should just take the leap. It’s too late anyway, right? And Seungcheol doesn’t want to lie to you, would hate not telling you the truth when you sound fragile like this.

He takes in another deep breath, feeling you rise and fall with his chest, before answering, “Yeah, sweetheart, I meant it. Every single time.”

Your head shoots up, turning so you can look at him, lock his gaze with yours, decide for yourself if he’s telling the truth. He keeps his face open, letting you see the fond smile he usually stifles, the adoration he always tries to hide, the love he pretends he doesn’t feel. Because he does love you, he is in love with you, and he almost feels better, now that you know.

Your answering grin blinds him, and you drop your face down to smack a kiss to his lips, pulling away and gliding your tongue over your bottom lip to taste the chapstick. If Seungcheol wasn’t sick, he’d have already rolled you under him to lick into your mouth, pressed minty kisses on every available inch of skin, asked you if he could make even more skin available. He tries not to think about having your body under his, or where else his hands could go, or if you’d let him put his peppermint lips to work between your legs. The thought makes him suck in a gasp, but it gets stuck in his throat and triggers a coughing fit, and you get up and speed away to get him more water.

He misses you as soon as you leave, and wonders if it’d be too much to ask you to move in with him, just while he’s sick, of course. And then, maybe more and more of your things will materialize at his place, and maybe half of his clothes will disappear to make space for yours, and maybe the other side of the sink will fill up with your skincare, and maybe your toothbrush will find itself next to his, and maybe that ring he’s been looking at will show up on your finger.

And maybe Seungcheol wouldn’t mind.

You come back soon enough, water in hand and a sweet smile on your face, and Seungcheol is taking a drink when you say, “I love you too, by the way.”

He chokes again.

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Night Changes | Sleepover Fic #8

Pairing: Seungkwan x reader

Prompt: babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring

Rating: M (MINORS DNI PLS JUST DONT)

Word Count: ~3.6

Notes: porn without plot, hair pulling, established relationship, WAP reader, unprotected sex, restraining (wrist held once, legs held open by his), soft(?)dom Seungkwan, fingering, clit stim, squirting, piv sex, breeding kink (no impreg kink), creampie, aftercare, lmk if i missed anything

Reader notes: no specified gender, honey and sweetheart used as petnames, reader wears panties and has a vagina

Seungkwan’s laying in bed with you, your head resting on his chest, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin, moonlight filtering in through the curtains, when he hears it. Or, more accurately, feels it. There’s a… breathy, rumbling sound coming from you, he can feel the vibrations, and his fingers still in your hair so he can listen closer. Yeah, it’s definitely you, because when his fingers stop moving, the sound stops too.

“Babe. My love. Song in my heart,” Seungkwan begins carefully, “Are you, for lack of a better word, purring?”

“Noooo,” you moan, pressing your face into his chest in what seems like embarrassment.

But there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about; Seungkwan has made all sorts of noises around you, most of them being directly caused by you. Sure, he’s never purred before but there’s no reason to be ashamed. Honestly, he kind of… likes it.

You’re rarely ever shy around him, you’ve been confident from the start, and as much as Seungkwan loves you as you are, there’s also something to say about your current bashfulness. It makes him feel a bit bigger, a bit stronger, like he could tease you and get away with it for once, so he sinks his fingers back into your scalp and watches you with keen eyes.

You arch into the scratching of his nails, face emerging from his shirt as your head tilts back into his touch, and Seungkwan can see the set of your jaw, knows you’re holding in the sounds you want to make. But Seungkwan wants to hear them, so he pulls your hair until you gasp, using your distraction to slide his thumb into your mouth.

He watches your face with a heavy gaze, nibbling at the inside of his cheek, as your eyes clench shut and your spine twists in a shiver. You close your lips around his thumb to suck, but that’s not what he’s after so he slips it out, tugging your chin down to keep your mouth open. Your eyes blink open slowly, locking with his, and he knows you can see the want on his face, knows you can probably feel it under the leg that rests over his hips, but Seungkwan doesn’t care.

No, he just wants to hear that sound again, glides his nails along your scalp, flattens his palm to dig his fingers in, brings them together so he can tug your hair at the roots. That really gets you, and your moan floats in the air, louder than usual with your mouth open like this, so he does it again, pulls your hair harder this time, before loosening his fingers to massage at your scalp. The purring starts, and Seungkwan drinks in the sound, gaze stuck on your lips, reveling in the sounds coming out of you.

He wants you to make more, but he wants to feel them too, so he pushes you up with gentle hands and scooches to brace his back against the headboard of the bed. You look adorably rumpled, sleepshirt falling off your shoulder, lips pouting, eyes half lidded, and Seungkwan chuckles as he guides you into place between his legs. He pulls you close, your back resting on his chest, your head just under his chin, tilted up so you can look at him. Wrapping his arms around you and breathing in your scent, Seungkwan pushes his hips against you, and lays one hand on the waistband of your lace panties.

“Can I touch you, honey?” Seungkwan asks, even though he knows you’ll say yes, because you’re already lifting your hips into his hand. He widens his legs to make more room for yours, pulls one to rest over his knee so you’re spread open for him, and slides his hand under the elastic.

“Fuck,” Seungkwan breathes against your hair, “you’re soaking, sweetheart. Do you always get this wet when I play with your hair?”

“Nooo,” you whine, denying it just like you denied the purring, and you and Seungkwan both know you just told on yourself. You get shy again, your thighs trying to close around his hand even with one stuck, and Seungkwan loves it, free palm sliding down to push your leg over his other knee, keeping you splayed open for him.

Seungkwan can see every movement of his hand under the fabric of your panties, see his fingers sliding along the seam of your pussy, dipping into your entrance to spread your wetness through your folds, gliding over your clit with the lightest touch he can manage. You try to buck your hips up but can’t get far with your legs hooked over his, and Seungkwan breathes a laugh into your shoulder.

You whine at him, writhing between his thighs, and the pressure against his cock makes him gasp and press his teeth into the skin on your shoulder. Seungkwan doesn’t like biting you, doesn’t really feel the urge to leave marks on the skin he loves so much, but he just might tonight.

You’re bringing something out in him, a part of him that wants to tell you what to do, hold you down, spread you open, bite lick suck every part of you he can reach. He doesn’t normally tease you, not when you both just want to make the other feel as good as possible, and sex with you is usually more like a dance than fucking, but tonight, Seungkwan wants to fuck you. He wants to make you scream and cry and shake and push him away then beg him for more.

“Honey,” Seungkwan exhales with a raspy voice, “can we try something a bit different tonight?”

“Like what, Kwannie?” you ask impatiently, hips still wiggling in an attempt to get him to touch you more.

“I wanna,” Seungkwan takes in a deep, nervous breath, “I wanna be rougher with you, make you cum until you can’t anymore, until you tell me to stop. And I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Would that be okay with you?”

“Would that be okay with me?” you ask, somewhat disbelieving, and Seungkwan’s heart drops, until you breathe out, “fuck yes, Seungkwan, you can fuck me until I cry if you want,” and set your hands on the bed, bunching the sheets up tight in your fingers.

That makes him shiver, hips rolling against your back, dick pressing into your spine, and he pushes two fingers into you, pushes through the stretch, pushes them deep, spreading them when his knuckles bump up against your wet flesh. You sigh out a moan, kicking your hips up before opening your thighs wider for him, and he hooks the tips into the ridged spot inside of you, grinds them until he feels you get wetter. You’re drenched already, soaking your panties, and he moves his hand off your thigh to tug them down, wanting to see everything. You lift your hips up, trying to help, but that just sends his fingers into you harder, and your back arches against his chest, your moan flowing loudly into the bedroom.

Your panties get caught midway, unable to slide down any further with your legs held open like this, but Seungkwan doesn’t want to stop long enough to unhook a leg and take them off. The waistband stretches, elastic snapping, and you whine, “just rip them!”

“What?” Seungkwan asks, because there’s no way you just told him to tear your panties off of you, but you force out, “babe, rip them. The waist is already done, just get them off.”

Seungkwan might want to be in charge tonight, but he’s not about to defy that order, so he slides his fingers under the waistband and pierces through the lace with his nails, then pulls to break the elastic holding the side of your panties together. They fall, and Seungkwan can just barely see his fingers in you through the remnants, free hand pushing at the fabric until it’s slid down your other leg to bare you completely.

“Fuck me,” Seungkwan says under his breath, eyes locked on his fingers disappearing inside of you, on the wetness seeping out around them, on the way it glistens on your pussy in the moonlight. Your clit is starting to peek out from between your folds, swollen and probably throbbing, if he knows you at all, and Seungkwan needs to make you cum.

Now.

He scissors his fingers in you, stretching you out, sliding a third in, and you clench down, crying out his name. He moves his other hand to spread you open, pointer and ring finger pulling your slick flesh apart so he can set his middle finger right on your clit and rub tight circles. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open in a moan, pussy tightening rhythmically around the fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan grins, baring his teeth a little as you get closer and closer.

Your body squirms against him, but you have nowhere to go, your legs trapped on either side of his, and his arms tensed to hold you tight against him. You have no choice but to take it, take the pressure on your clit, take the fingers fucking in and out of you, but you love it, your pussy clenching, gushing as you cum.

Seungkwan rides the waves with you, hooking his fingers into you and rubbing them back and forth, finger pressing down on your pulsing center, and he feels heat rush through him, his aching cock jumping against your back. You’ve got at least one more in you though, Seungkwan knows from experience, and he’s going to draw it out with his fingers. If you want his dick after, great, if not, his hands work just fine, obviously.

He was letting you come down a bit, but when you buck your hips into his touch, forcing his fingers deeper, Seungkwan just says, “Okay, honey, if that’s how you want it,” and fucks his hand into you harder, palm hitting against the finger resting on your clit. You’re whimpering, pussy contracting continuously, sucking his digits in deeper, and he thinks maybe he can fit-

“Fuck, Seungkwan, please,” you beg, as he works a fourth finger into you. You arch against him, and he can’t stop his hips from bucking into you, desperate for some friction on his cock. That just makes things worse for him though, the fabric of his boxers rubbing on the sensitive head of his dick, length pressed against his stomach, leaking precum onto his shirt. He’ll cum after you do though, Seungkwan reminds himself, wedging his fingers in deeper to curl and catch at your g-spot, fucking into you incessantly. He sandwiches your clit between two fingers, pressing hard and grinding up and down, and he can feel it pulsating, feel your pussy throbbing from the inside out.

The sounds he��s pulling from you, from your mouth and your body alike, hypnotize him. Your gasps, your whines, the raspy cries of his name, your pussy squelching around his fingers, the slick noises of his hand moving on your clit, it’s all music to his ears, the most beautiful song Seungkwan’s ever heard. He’ll never get enough of you now that he’s heard you like this, but he knows he can’t get distracted now.

You’d said he could fuck you unti you cried, and you’re not crying yet, just gasping for breath and shuddering in his arms, your hips bucking into and then away from his touch, over and over and over. You’re almost there, and Seungkwan knows it, so he grits his teeth and shoves his fingers in as deep as they can reach, angling his forearm out, getting more leverage to fuck into your g-spot, thrusting in and out so hard he can feel drops of your wetness splashing against his thighs. You try to curl up, your back bowing and your head dropping, chin tucked tight to your chest, and he feels your heart galloping against his as you break, slick spraying out on the next stroke, your shouts echoing in the room. Your clit is throbbing between his knuckles, beating in time with the clenching of your entrance, pussy stretched wide around the four fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan can feel your cunt swallow them deeper, your walls squeezing down tight.

His hips jerk against you, cock dripping in his boxers, his mind fuzzy with desire and filled with your voice, and he thinks he could cum like this if he just gets the right ang-

“Seungkwan, please fuck me,” you sob, and he’s so shocked you can talk that he doesn’t register what you say, until you say it again.

“Sweetheart,” he begins, “aren’t you tired? You just, like, squirted all over the bed, we’ll have to change the sheets.”

“Boo Seungkwan, you know we have more sheets! Please put your dick in me, I feel like I’ll die if you don’t,” you beg, chest rapidly rising and falling, pussy still pulsing around his fingers.

“Okay, okay, honey, how do you want it?” Seungkwan feels like he might pass out; he honestly didn’t even think you’d be up for helping him cum after how you just did, and now here you are, begging him to fuck you. It’s too much and not enough, all at once.

You whine out, “like this, Kwannie, like this, just take your fingers out and get your cock in me,” and Seungkwan rushes to follow your directions, tilting away from you enough to pull himself out.

The waistband of his boxers is soaked with his precum, but he can wash them with the linens later, and he tugs the elastic down to rest under his balls, his dick twitching when the open air hits it. He shifts you up into his lap, scooting down a bit more so you have a better seat, and slides his fingers out of you. Your pussy squeezes down, trying to keep them inside, but he replaces them with his dick before you can complain.

There’s still a bit of a stretch, but you let out a keening sigh and wiggle your hips until they sit flush with his. You’re soaking wet around him, walls massaging the length of his cock, so hot and perfect for him, and he almost wants to just stay here, buried inside you, unmoving.

But you told Seungkwan to fuck you, begged him to, and all he ever wants is to give you exactly what you want, so he braces his feet on the bed and snaps his hips up into you. You bounce in his lap and, remembering how wet you’d gotten when he held you down, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you tight against his chest, keeping you there as he starts fucking into you. He’s lean, but strong, holding you in place so his hips have room to thrust in and out, angling your body forward a bit so the head of his cock can drag against the sensitive spot inside you, shifting up onto his knees so he can get more leverage.

You tip forward, and Seungkwan follows you, letting you brace yourself on your hands, your knees still spread apart by his. He can fuck you harder like this anyway, one hand squeezing your hip, the other pushing down on your lower back to make you arch. His hips slam against your ass with every thrust, dick practically gliding in you with how wet you’ve gotten, and Seungkwan can’t take his eyes off of the way your pussy is stretched around him.

He’s moaning now, feeling your walls locking up tight around him, and he knows he won’t last. That’s fine though, because you’re getting close again, and Seungkwan’s favorite thing about sex is cumming with you.

You just need a little bit more, and he can see your hand move on the sheets, destination probably being between your thighs, but Seungkwan told you to keep your hands to yourself. He reminds you of that with his body stretched over yours and his fingers wrapped around your wrist, dragging it back up to rest next to the other above your head.

Releasing you, Seungkwan braces his hand next to yours as a warning, smoothing the one on your hip around to press his fingers into your clit. He keeps them there, as he fucks in and out of you, as your pussy clenches down on his dick, as weak moans leave you with every slap of his hips against your ass.

“Seungkwan, please- fuck, please make me cum, I’m so close,” you cry out, gasping into the bed before turning your head to rest on your arm, watery eyes catching his.

You are close, and he is too, so he nods, groaning out, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make you cum.”

It doesn’t take much for your lips to fall open in a feeble scream as you shatter on him, just his fingers circling and pinching and grinding on your clit, and his cock pumping in and out of you. Your cunt contracts into a vise-like grip around his dick and your wetness floods out to drip down his balls, and it’s enough to make him cum, your cries filling his ears as his dick jumps, cum starting to spill inside of you. His ears are ringing, your form blurry in his eyes, and he shifts the hand next to yours to entangle your fingers with his, pressing your hand down into the bed and whining your name between swears and groans.

Seungkwan cums so hard, for so long, that he’s dizzy by the time his cock stops twitching within your walls. He pulls out slowly, dick softening and coated in a white film, and sits back on his knees, exhausted. Your legs are still spread by his, and Seungkwan’s about to close them, climb off the bed to tug you with him to the bathroom, when his eyes fall to your pussy and suddenly, he has no will to move.

Your entrance tightens in pulses, pushing out little bits of his cum with every squeeze, and with the way you’re lying on your stomach, it drips down to smear over your clit. This image of you, your legs spread and your teary, tired eyes gazing at him, his cum painted all over your still throbbing, still wet, still open pussy…

Seungkwan can’t stop staring, and he shifts down to lay on his stomach between your legs, his face close enough to your cunt for him to smell the combination of him and you. His fingers come up to your clit, rubbing over the swollen nub once, before they smooth up your folds, gathering his cum and guiding it back to your entrance. They sink in, pushing deep inside, fucking his cum back into you.

You moan, clenching around his fingers, and his dick twitches, valiantly trying to harden again. Seungkwan is spent though, and so are you, judging by the strain in your thigh muscles and the way you shiver a bit, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheek.

He’s never fucked you so hard before, and he switches into fussing mode immediately, withdrawing his fingers from you gently and slowly rolling you over onto your back. Your arms and legs stretch out, body starfishing on the bed, and Seungkwan lets you catch your breath for a minute while he clambers off. He can’t let you fall asleep though, not until he cleans up the mess he made of you, so he tugs you up off the bed and helps you hobble to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of the tub as he gets the shower going, eyes drooping shut and body listing to the side before he pulls you up again to join him under the water.

Seungkwan props you up against his chest while he rinses you off with the handheld, settling you down on the bench before he washes away his cum with tender hands. He tilts you back to rest against the shower wall, lathering his palms up with your face wash and swirling it over your skin. He thinks you might be sleeping, your eyes closed softly and your breaths deep, and cups water into his hands to carefully rinse your face, figures you’re safe enough on the bench for him to finish showering.

He moves through his routine quickly, cursing to himself when he realizes he hadn’t stripped the bed yet, and shuts the shower off. He towel dries his body roughly, shaking his hair out and scrunching it in your microfiber turbee twist, before wrapping you up tight in your giant fluffy towel. Setting you on the stool of your vanity, Seungkwan ensures you won’t fall over before rushing out of the steamy bathroom to change the sheets.

It’s a bit hard with just one person, but Seungkwan’s not about to make you clean up his mess, so he makes do, only punching the bed once when the fitted sheet snaps off of one corner. He scurries back to the bathroom, exhaling in relief to find you still sitting upright. Your face looks glowy and he spots your essence out of place on the counter - you must have tried to do your skincare. It looks like you’d gotten through your first serum before you got tired, so Seungkwan picks up the second and pats it into your skin, follows it with your night cream, remembering to bring it down your neck like you always nag him to do on himself. He halfheartedly does his own skin regimen, feeling the fatigue clawing at his brain and dragging his body down, and wakes you enough for you to stumble back to bed with him.

You climb under the sheets clumsily, cheek rubbing into your fresh silk pillowcase, and close your eyes. Breathing in the lavender spray Seungkwan had frantically spritzed throughout the room, you pucker your lips for a kiss (which he happily grants) and breathe out, “Love you, Kwannie.”

Seungkwan snuggles up close, pulls you into his arms and settles his face next to yours on your pillow, sighs out, “love you too, sweetheart,” and joins you in sleep.

AN: i was nervous to write smut for Seungkwan but it was easy af i love him so much ! i am very sleepy now but i hope you enjoy this, i would like to know your every thought and feeling, please please please - tags, comments, inboxes, anons, all are welcome i love to read your feedback!

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Fresh Eyes | Sleepover fic #4

For: @ficrecsiguess thank you for requesting this and for supporting me!!

Pairing: Seokmin x reader (reader has boobs)

Prompt: I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear

Rating: M

Word Count: ~1300

Content Notes: food mention, wine and beer, swearing, Seokmin’s shy horny thoughts, suggestive ending, newly established relationship, first sleepover

Seokmin’s been staring at you for… awhile. He knows he should look away, remembers how Jeonghan had told him to play it cool at first, but he just can’t help it. He hasn’t been with you long, certainly not long enough to get over the fact that you want to date him, that you even said yes when he’d finally gathered up the courage to ask (well, shout). He still can’t believe you’re here, at his apartment, sitting on his couch in your pjs, close enough he can feel your body heat and smell the night cream you’d put on.

You’re still staring at the TV, halfway through Meet The Robinsons and swiftly approaching Seokmin’s favorite part, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. He’s just never seen you like this before, so comfy and cozy and domestic, and it makes his heart race.

He’d near died when you first walked out of the bathroom.

Seokmin got ready for bed faster than you, just changing, scrubbing his face, and slapping on some moisturizer, so he’d waited for you on the couch with the movie queued up. His stomach was full, still warm from the ramen you’d shared at his favorite stall, brain still buzzing a bit from the beer, heart feeling fit to burst just from time spent alone with you. He was a bit nervous; you’d never slept over before, and he was going over the list of everything that could make you never want to again. What if he snores, or thrashes in bed, or has a nightmare, or steals all the blankets, or wakes up ha-

The door opened then, and Seokmin was so lost in thought, he’d just about jumped out of his skin before turning to greet you. The smile froze on his face, his eyes growing wide and his breath getting faster, when he caught sight of you. His eyes had traveled from toes to head; socked feet hidden in cushy slippers, cute pajamas draped over your body, the shape of your breasts identifiable through your shirt. Fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra, but Seokmin didn’t let his eyes linger, couldn’t if he wanted to be able to sit next to you for the next two hours without a pillow in his lap. It only got worse the further up his gaze traveled though, catching on the curve of your collarbones and line of your neck, the sheen of your freshly moisturized face, finally landing on the glasses sitting primly on your nose.

God, Seokmin had felt like he couldn’t breathe; he had no clue you wore glasses, had never seen you in them before, and he’s not sure why but you looked the hottest you ever have to him. Obviously, he’s always thought you were adorable, hot, cute, sexy, beautiful, wonderful, miraculous, but something about seeing you like this got him going. Your pajamas weren’t revealing, looked more comfortable than anything he owned, and your breasts normally didn’t get to him this much, get him this hard, but the combination of it all, plus the glasses perched on your face? Seokmin didn’t stand a chance.

After what felt like a lifetime to him (but was likely only a few seconds), you’d smiled back sweetly and headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine. He had just enough time to compose himself and drape the blanket over his lap before you’d returned, holding out a beer for him in one hand and a glass of white in the other. He’d already brought over all the snacks, arranged them carefully on the coffee table in order of saltiness to sweetness, and you sunk down on the couch with a sigh. You’d sat close to him, nestled in the crook of the arm he’d left up, the fabric of your pajamas brushing against his, and it had taken Seokmin the first quarter of the movie to relax enough to drape his arm around your shoulder.

That’s where it sits now, his fingers absentmindedly tracing up and down your bicep, your head resting in the crook of his neck. Seokmin loves this, wants to pull you even closer, but he’s not sure if he should yet. He’s still a bit shy about touching you like he wants to, scared of overwhelming or annoying you, so he’s been following your lead, but he can’t wait to get to the stage where you and him both know you’re allowed free reign. Seokmin thinks he’s been pretty obvious that you can touch him however and whenever and wherever you want, but he’s considering telling you just to be sure.

He’s just opened his mouth to say it when you sit up a bit and look at him, eyelashes fluttering behind your glasses, your lips parted to speak as well. He snaps his mouth closed, teeth clacking together audibly, and stares at you, waiting.

“Can we rearrange a little bit? I wanna lay down,” you say softly. Seokmin nods swiftly, shuffling forward off the couch a bit and gesturing over his body to indicate you can move him, and you take the offer for what it is.

Your hands push him to lean back until he’s horizontal, propped up slightly by a pillow and the arm of the couch, and you pull at his legs until he’s lifted them onto the cushions. You climb in between his knees, spreading them slightly and sitting down, and rotate to press your back to his chest. Seokmin leaves his legs bent, cradling your hips between his thighs, as you take hold of one arm to wrap it around your waist and the other to lay over your chest. His elbow bends, resting between your soft breasts, and his fingers wrap around your shoulder, thumb caressing the curve of your neck. He can feel every inch of you, holding you like this, and prays to whoever’s listening that he won’t get hard, knowing you’d be able to feel it.

The movie plays in the background, but Seokmin can’t hear it, isn’t watching. He’s too focused on you, on watching your expression change from above, his heart fluttering at how your glasses move when your nose scrunches in a laugh. He doesn’t even notice the movie ending, because his eyes have caught on the rise and fall of your chest, fabric shifting over your breasts with the movements, your nipples pebbling just a bit with the friction. He knows he’s getting hard, can feel the blood rushing down and filling up his dick, and the pressure of your body against his is only making everything worse. Seokmin panics a bit, knows there’s no way you can’t feel it, and tries to shift his hips away from you.

He hasn’t made much progress, only gaining a few inches, when you turn in his arms, tilting your head back to smirk at him. Now his eyes are stuck on the curve of your lips, and when you open them to talk, his gaze flies up to meet yours. Your eyes shine behind the glasses, playful and teasing, and he barely processes it when you say, “ready for bed?”

His cheeks grow hot, embarrassment and want burning a hole in his stomach, and he’s halfway through an apology when you tug the hand wrapped around your waist down to rest on your pelvis. You open your thighs a bit more, and Seokmin thinks he knows where this is going but is terrified to hope. He inches his fingers down, eyes still locked with yours, and waits for you to breathe, “you can touch me.”

His hand slides lower, underneath the elastic of your pajama bottoms, and he can’t stop the buck of his hips beneath you when his palm finds the heat between your legs.

“Yeah,” Seokmin pants against your forehead, “I think I’m ready for bed.”

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