#Fiftieth rewatch

[windsweptinred]

'A Wiley Old Serpent'

[hagstones-and-howling-hills]

I love the title sequences in Fincher movies

[vicsuragi]

i need to make a flow chart of how the bluths are constantly after the attention/affection of each other but the target of said attention/affection never wants it from the family member targeting them.

[ectoplasmer]

i have no coherent thoughts other than the overwhelming need to steal melvin’s cape >_>

[cherriesncinnamon]

stress reliever / spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis: your fellow profiler at the bau is stressed over a case. shoulders tight and room empty, you decide to relieve some of his tension.

warnings/tags: stressed spencer, grinding, blowjob, fem!reader.

word count: 1.1k.

a/n: tell me why this is literally the first thing i've written in a nearly year?! i've been so busy but i've missed this. rewatching criminal minds for the third time so thought i should treat myself to a lil spence smut.

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"I just don't understand what I'm missing." Spencer announces, clutching his hair in his fists as he slumps down on a chair.

"Neither do any of us. This UnSub loves puzzles, clearly he's really good at them, too." I reassure. SSA Spencer Reid hates when he cannot figure something out. Not because he has a weak ego, but because he really should know.

"God, my head is killing me." He says, rubbing his temples gently with his thumb and forefinger.

"Probably because we've been up for over 24 hours. Hotch and the rest won't be back for at least another hour, a nap couldn't hurt." I suggest, tucking my knees up to my chest in my chair, preparing to drift off in under a minute.

"No. No, I have to figure out some of this, even just a little bit. We can't let this son-of-a-bitch roam free for another second." He picks himself up and looks at the board again, eyes squinting at the words until they're unintelligible.

I show up behind him, taking a look at the board for the fiftieth time that day to see if a few minutes away from it had altered my ability to solve the puzzles. It hadn't. I rest my hands on Spencer's shoulders, and he jolts at my touch. His muscles are tensed and knotted.

"Jesus, Spence. You need to lie down. We know better than anyone that stress does not make our jobs any easier." I urge, slowly massaging his shoulders in an empathetic way. Spencer shakes his head, turning to face me.

"Sleep will not relieve this stress." He replies, gaze fixed. He sighs deeply, looking down at me as if he's waiting for me to provide a solution I definitely don't have. If anyone has the mental equipment to solve this case, it's Spencer Reid.

I guide him over to a chair, sitting beside him. I take a swig of my cold tea and rest my head on my knees. He stares at me with those big brown eyes that are usually full of life - well, in Spencer's kind of way - that are now deadened and hollow. I rest my hand on his and he squeezes mine back with a smile.

This is the first time I'm seeing him smile in days. I look eagerly at his lips, not hesitating to reach out and kiss him. He, of course, kisses back, gripping the side of my face tightly.

There's always been a mutual attraction between the two of us, but neither have ever even thought of acting on it. Derek loves to call us Romeo and Juliet. I laugh; Spencer doesn't get the joke.

I pull his hair through my hands, tugging gently at his roots as our kiss intensifies. I'm so glad he cut that mane, swapping it out for something much better.

I feel myself drifting off to a blissful state when Spencer pulls away abruptly, leaving my lips alone. He grimaces at me, clearly fighting some internal demons I can't see. I know he's not the romantic type, so I'm not sure why I thought it would be a good idea. We don't exchange any words for a few seconds until he gives in and reaches into me. I refuse his kiss.

"Do you really want this, Spence?" I ask, to his contemplation. He thinks for a minute, breath heavily paced. I look down at the bulge in his pants, pulsating through the fabric.

"Well, it sure looks like it." I joke with a harmless laugh. Spencer sighs at me, covering himself with both of his hands. I take his wrist and remove it, lightly stroking him with my palm, much to his pleasure. He tips his head back in the chair from my slight touch, grinding his hips into my hand, eager for more.

Feeling brave, I push Spencer's chair out from under the table, making enough room for me to straddle his lap, placing myself on top of his clothed bulge. Spencer doesn't know where to look, his eyes pacing from my eyes, to my lips, to my breasts, and to my waist. I take his hands and place them on my hips for support.

He's hard against my crotch, so hard that I can tell he won't be able to hold on for long. I play on this, beginning to grind myself against him at a painfully slow pace. He moans out, licking his lips that are dry from his breathlessness. I run my fingers through the front of his hair, pushing the strands out of his face while starting to move faster.

Spencer's hands squeeze my hips, pushing me down further onto his length that is desperate for a release. His eyes alternate between open and closed, unsure whether to admire me or savour the sensation.

"Does that feel good?" I pry, peppering kisses on his supple neck. Spencer can barely mumble a mhm as he groans out more and more. I sense his closeness and remove myself, sliding down to under the table.

"What are you doing? Why'd you stop?" Spencer begs, sitting up in his chair. Looking up, I smile at him, making my way towards his zipper.

I unzip his pants and break the waistband of his black boxers, watching in arousal at his cock spring free. His tip is glazed in pre-cum, veins spiralled around his length, begging to be relieved. I'm shocked at his size, to be honest. I had always thought he would fit the stereotypes of geniuses, assumed that he was compensating for something with his intelligent. But clearly, he just hasn't had the opportunity to show anyone what he can do.

Without waiting a second longer, I lick his sensitive tip then take him into my slick mouth, observing his chest heave inhumanly fast as I move up and down his member, making sure to cover every single inch. Spencer rests his hand on the top of head, stroking my hair softly.

"God." He whispers, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and gripping the armrest of his chair. I use my free hand to stroke the delicate skin of his abdomen, sending goosebumps across his entire body. I can feel him pulsating in my mouth, so close to climax that it has to be uncomfortable.

I remove my mouth, now using both hands to jerk him. The wetness makes my hands glide on his cock, welcoming his finish.

Finishing on my blouse, Spencer takes a minute to catch his breath. He swiftly wipes himself with a tissue from the table, tucking his still half-hard length away.

"Feel better?" I ask, walking towards the door to wander to my office change my blouse before the team arrives.

"Much better."

[witchy-scribblings]

are you still watching?

shinazugawa genya x reader

synopsis ➳ it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.

warnings ➳ characters are aged up, shy genya, dom reader, making out, dry humping, coming in pants, dirty talk, praise kink, lowercase, mdni!

wordcount ➳ 2.3k

[crossposted on ao3]

it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.

you knew this scene and its dialogue by heart now, the tension-filled first confession of mr. darcy towards elizabeth bennet was and would always be one of your favorite moments in cinematic history, but right now you could hardly care about any of it, unlike your lovely boyfriend, who was hanging on to every heated word that elizabeth dished back to the object of her unfortunate infatuation. and that was the problem.

he looked so damn good when he was focused on, well, anything, really.

it would be an understatement to say that you were utterly smitten with genya. despite his extremely rough exterior, he had never been anything if not kind and sweet towards you, even way before going steady. he had been an amazing friend back then (still is), if a little awkward with certain kinds of affection, and an equally outstanding boyfriend. despite still shying away from your love at times, which you actually just found all the more endearing, he never let you doubt his own feelings towards you, and showed that he cared in his own smaller but just as meaningful ways.

for example, letting you sit him through what could be your fiftieth (but his first) rewatch of pride and prejudice. he had agreed, not without making a face, and somehow ended up being more invested in the old drama than you.

you couldn’t keep from stealing quick glances at him even if you tried, but he just looked so good in his gray baggy t-shirt and red sleeping shorts. you loved that he didn’t feel stiff and nervous under your legs as they rested across his lap, and even had a big, warm hand rubbing up and down the expanse of your calf, warming up the skin and sending shivers through you, but he didn’t seem to notice. he didn’t because, against all odds, he was loving the wretched (you’d regret your own wording in the morning) movie and you wished he’d lay all of that undivided attention on you instead.

as much as you loved it whenever he got into something you enjoyed, you needed him in a different headspace right now.

to be fair, you had been dating genya for a relatively short amount of time, and he had made a lot of progress with processing your displays of affection (he didn’t nearly faint every time you kissed him anymore!), but you really wanted to take things a little bit further. even making out could prove a bit of a challenge, so you never really pushed because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and, truthfully, you could reign in those needs, for heaven’s sake! you weren’t a horndog.

…not like you were currently drooling over your very oblivious boyfriend. not at all.

“genya…”

maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just ask .

“hmm? w’cha need, babe?” and you hesitated because how could you not? he was still watching the movie, although you could tell he was paying attention to you as well. how would he react if you just blurted it out? you were okay with rejection, but you didn’t want him to feel guilty for denying you and completely ruin the mood. would he faint, even? you really hoped not, because that would ruin the night for sure. but you couldn’t just backpedal now; it’d be weird and awkward to just say “nevermind” without a proper explanation.

“...can i get on top of you?” you were fearing the words had been too forward, but instead of overreacting, genya just spared a quick glance to your legs and threw a confused look your way.

“but you’re already on top of me, baby.”

god bless his dumb ass .

“no, no,” and you giggle, of course you do, feeling more relaxed after you were suddenly reminded that this was just your boyfriend; your idiot, lovely boyfriend. “i meant, can i sit on your lap?”

you could tell he was blushing now, but, to your surprise, that seemed to be the extent of his reaction to your request. outwardly, at least.

“uh… sure can, babe,” and you were baffled as much as pleased by the way genya had easily acceeded, but it only took you one second of curious consideration before you acted on your words and shuffled slowly to place yourself on top of him, with both legs straddling his thighs (you could tell he was way stiffer now) and pressing your chest snuggly against his. you peered into his wide eyes. “b-babe… the tv’s the other way…”

“i don’t wanna keep watching the movie right now, genya…”

oh.

your shy boyfriend looked too stunned to answer, so you waited patiently, letting your hands roam up and down his firm chest through the thin cotton, adoring the way you could feel his tiny shudders and hear the hitch of air in his throat. your fingers traveled further upwards, until they came to cradle his jaw in both hands; the skin felt warm and clammy to the touch. you made sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes flitted to his parted lips.

“is this okay?” you breathed against his lips, a silent plea. his body was so close, so warm and hard compared to yours, you could feel it despite having full layers of clothes in between. your thumbs ran circles on his reddened cheeks and your nose brushed against his from how close you were hovering towards him. you just needed the green light to close-

“yes, yes it’s so okay-,” you didn’t let him finish, couldn’t let him finish before your lips fell on his almost of their own volition, and his words merged into a moan that you gladly swallowed into your mouth. the kiss was gentle, experimental if only to gauge his every reaction and make sure he was comfortable with your advances.

so far, you knew he was.

you knew from the way his hands immediately flew to your hips to brace himself against your onslaught of affection, the way he shivered when you ran your tongue along his lower lips after every playful nibble, the way your mouth, pressed so insistently against his as the kiss grew in fervor, couldn’t contain the tiny, pleading whimpers coming from his throat.

at some point, you pulled away just enough to observe how he was faring and, boy, was it a sight to behold; genya, with his thin lips looked deliciously kiss-bruised and glossy with spit, his skin flushed all the way to his ears and possibly down to his chest, if you were to guess, and his unfocused eyes staring absently at you.

you weren’t any less than thrilled to have him so messed up from just some kissing.

“p-please…,” he murmurs, trying to chase after your lips like they’re his new vice, but you swiftly snake a hand into the unruly tresses of his mohawk and pull him back, maybe a little harder than you should have, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you are rewarded with a loud groan that goes straight to your cunt, right along with the messy babbling you’ve pathetically reduced his speech to. “please, baby, kiss me more. y’r lips so sweet ‘n warm, i need more, more please, i- ah!”

you can feel your pussy soaking through the thin material of your panties when you grind yourself on genya’s crotch, once, twice, steadily building a rhythm where with every push and pull of your hips you could feel his dick getting harder and growing bigger.

“i can feel you through your shorts, baby,” you moan, shamelessly, keeping that one hand at the back of his head while your free one went to soothe the tight grip he held on your hip, through your oversized sleeping shirt. “your cock feels so hot and hard against my pussy, genya…”

if he’s embarrassed by your vulgar choice of words, genya doesn’t show it, and you’re sure it’s because he’s already so far gone into the steady pleasure, into your addictive touch, that he couldn’t be embarrassed even if he tried to.

he’s so unbelievably horny at this point that everything you say only serves to make his dick twitch inside his briefs.

when you lift yourself up a little, he follows and he whines , and you can’t help the amused giggle because he’s so damn needy already, but you let it play in your favor by taking the chance to slide his shorts down to his mid thighs; before you settle back down, you make sure to ogle the mouth-watering print of his cock tenting the material of his underwear.

“i really, really need to grind on your big cock now, genya. can i?” you ask sweetly, watching him throw his head back against the top of the couch and close his eyes to escape your impish smile and lustful gaze before they make him come embarrassingly early.

“p-please… i want it, baby, i-”

“i think you can do better than that, baby boy,” you coo, and you wonder how much you should push without risking ruining everything you’ve built-up until now but, it seemed, genya found it much easier to tolerate your teasing when he was already in the mood.

“b-babe, please… i need you t’grind your p-pussy on my cock…” he was doing so well, barely even stuttering, and you decided to reward him with a sensual trail of wet kisses on the side of his neck, tense like a bowstring with the self-imposed effort not to thrust up against your core himself. “‘m so so so hard for you, baby… i’ll be such a good b-boy for you…”

“yes you will, baby,” you sigh contentedly and, with that, begin to roll your hips back and forth, swiveling in circles and alternating between fleeting rolls and harsh grinding. “you’re already such a good boy, genya, letting me make you feel so good for me. aren’t you feeling good?”

as if the death grip he held on your hips and the desperate need to match your pace weren’t answer enough, you gave him time to put his own words together, to piece them despite the mist in his brain that only let him whimper and groan and moan breathily and raggedly into your neck.

“y-yes, you feel so good, oh my god, so so good… please don’t stop, please, i’m-” 

“oh? are you close, genya?” and this time he does seem too embarrassed to answer, but you can tell by the trembling of his thighs against yours, the increasing volume of his voice and his clenching hands at your sides that it is, indeed, the case. 

your pussy flutters at the thought of your sweet, lovely and pathetic boyfriend creaming his pants just from some light dry humping, and you decide right then and there that he’s going to do. just. that. 

“n-no…” he finally denies, but it comes out so weak and unconvincing that he has to force himself to try again, “no, no i can’t… can’t cum like this, please-”

“you can, and you will, genya,” your voice is a gentle authority that leaves no room for debate, and he whines shamefully. desperately. “you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“...y-yes, but-”

“and good boys make a mess when they’re told to, don’t they?” he’s so lost in your steady rhythm, trying so hard to fend off his impending orgasm that he can’t even come up with a reply. so you do it for him. “yes, they do. and since you are my dirty, little good boy, you’re going to come in your undies and-”

-and that’s exactly what he does. without warning, actually.

it is so sudden that you only know it happens because genya releases a strangled cry and a beautiful chorus of breathless “oh, oh, oh!” at about the same time you start to explicitly feel, through your sodden knickers, his throbbing prick soiling both of your crotches with his sticky seed, hips barely able to keep from chasing his relief with insistent jerks.

you find out later that night (because he tells you through mortifying embarrassment) that that had been the hardest he’d come to date. and you believe him, because it takes him a long time to ride out the euphoria, to settle back from the beautiful arch of his back into a boneless heap of post-orgasmic bliss, panting messily all the while, and you observe, feeling the mess between your thighs grow colder and stiffer as the seconds tick by, but you let him have his moment. he deserves it.

then, the post-nut clarity seems to hit and genya grimaces heavily, everything dawning on him at once; the mess, the shame, the relief, the utter adoration he holds for you because holy shit you really made him do that but he’s-

“s-sorry, oh my god-”

“nope, i’m not letting you apologize for that. you were so fucking hot, genya.” you relish on his flush, but let your tone soften with sincerity. “is everything all good, though? i really hope i didn’t go too far, baby…”

“no… you didn’t.” he seemed to struggle with finding the words, even more with finding your eyes, but you knew his words were honest. “that was actually really good…”

“i’m glad,” and you are, because despite the latent embarrassment, you can tell he enjoyed himself as much as you did. the living room is blanketed in comfortable silence, pride and prejudice still playing in the background, unattended, while you cuddled into his chest.

“but… y’know, there’s actually somethin’ wrong…” his words spike some unease inside of you, but when you look up to try and guess what could possibly be wrong, you’re met with a toothy quirk of his lips and wild-looking eyes that harbor a thrilling promise.

“you haven’t come yet, babe…”

[angelbaby-fics]

Safe Haven

Pairing: CG!Steve Harrington x Little!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: my first stevie h. fic!! my wonderful ♡ anon inspired me not just to write for him but also to rewatch season 3 which i forgot how much i loved 💕 i wanna start writing for robin because even the little bit that she appears here was so fun to write tbh!! warning for an almost swearword lol but other than that i hope its super fluffy and that you guys enjoy!!

You didn't mind the days that Steve worked. Most days, you called up Dustin and the gang, or Nancy, or Eddie, or you just stayed home by yourself and kept busy with any number of hobbies and activities. Today was different though; lightning ripped through the skies of Hawkins, rain spitting down so hard it nearly drowned out the cracks of thunder that interrupted your every thought. You could feel the anxious regression creeping up on you, and although you'd normally be fine being in little mode unattended in the safety of your home, but with the storm outside turning the daylight black, home didn't feel so safe anymore. Before you could get too little and before the storm could get too heavy, you were grabbing your bag and pulling on your heaviest hoodie, tucking the laces into the sides of your shoes to avoid the stress of tying them as you set out on your journey to Starcourt Mall. 

Just the walk from your house to the covered bus stop had you soaked through to your shirt, and you shivered in the seat as the bus trundled down the slick streets towards the mall. You blinked your eyes, and repeatedly made fists and unfurled them, desperately trying anything to distract you from crying before you could make it to the back rooms of Scoops Ahoy. Normally you didn't like to bother Steve at work, no matter how many times he reassured you that you were always welcome there, but you felt this was rational option for you given the situation. 

When the bus pulled up to the front of the mall, you lined up with the other passengers before sprinting the gap between the bus and the covered entrance. Once inside the dry safety of the indoors, your body mindlessly guided you to Scoops, the illuminated sign shining like the sun you needed so desperately today. Despite the weather being anything but summery, it seemed like everyone in Hawkins was getting ice cream this afternoon, and with your fear of being a bother far stronger than your need for comfort right now, you opted to sit at an unoccupied table in the front corner of the shop, furthest away from the counter.

Opening your backpack, you pulled out your notebook and a gel pen, hoping to distract yourself until the crowds died down. You could hardly keep your attention on the page for more than 15 seconds, flicking your eyes up to the counter and hoping to catch Steve's sooner rather than later. Your prayers were answered as he handed a double chocolate cone the next woman in line, his gaze scanning the remaining customers just as you'd popped your head up to check on him for the fiftieth time. His eyes got wide when he saw your distraught face silently pleading for his attention, and he intended to give you just that. Steve gave you a reassuring nod before holding a finger up to the next customer in line, and then disappeared into the back room. Moments later, he returned with Robin, who took over cash register duty while Steve circled around the counter and speed-walked over to you.

"Honey bun, you doing alright?" He asked softly, already recognizing your fragile state and not bothering with pleasantries as he slid into the booth next to you. 

"Yeah," you nodded, "just wanted to see you, that's all."

"Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Steve took one of your hands in his .

"No, its okay." You lied. "You can go back to work, I'm alright just sitting here."

Steve saw through you instantly. He knew exactly what you were feeling and exactly what you were needing now. He looked up at Robin, capably handling the next customers in line, and stood up with your hand still in his. 

"Yeah, no, that's bull, come on baby." He started to tug at your hand.

Not wanting to argue, nor to be left without the warmth of Steve's grip, you gathered your things and stood up with him, letting yourself be led to the back room of Scoops Ahoy. 

You'd never been back here before, and although you didn't really have any expectations to begin with, they certainly weren't exceeded. The employees only break area was bleak and grey, a single table in the center of the room, a big industrial sink, several humming freezers and fridges, and wiry metal shelves were the only things there; but it was quiet, and it was unoccupied. Steve brought you over to sit in at the table in a cold metal chair, digging through your bag and setting out all of your pens in a colorful array, and opened your notebook to a fresh page. Then, he went over to one of the fridges and pulled out a cold water bottle, as well as a bottle of apple juice, and he set them both on the table as well. Finally, he crouched next to you, taking your chin softly in his hand. 

"I gotta go back to work now, okay baby? But I'll be back before you know it."

You nodded, and Steve continued speaking to you.

"We close at 8:00pm." Steve grabbed one of your gel pens and drew a little picture on the corner of the notebook page. "So when the clock looks like that, we can go back home and cuddle all night long. You can even help me lock up the shop if you want, how's that sound baby?"

"Okay dada," you whispered, and Steve pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

"That's my little bumblebee. I'll just be through that window right there if you need me for anything at all."

And with one more kiss, Steve was back to work. After a few more reassuring glances from him through the partition window, you finally felt at ease enough to start drawing in your notebook, now comfortable passing the time until Steve was off work. With the tension finally released from your anxious body, you lost yourself in your art, coloring little animals, stars and planets, flowers, bugs, and ice cream cones. Before you knew it, you heard Steve's voice call out to the customers still enjoying a late evening treat.

"Alright everybody, Scoops Ahoy is officially closed. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!"

Sure enough, the clock on the wall matched the picture Steve had drawn. Your attention was drawn to the door as Robin walked into the back room, grabbing her bag and a soda from the fridge. 

"See ya, kiddo!" She said, flashing a peace sign at you as she went back out to the front of the store, waving to Steve as she exited. "Thanks for closing up."

Steve waved back as Robin mingled into the crowd of shoppers all on their own way back home, then turned to you. 

"I just gotta clean up a few things before we go," he said, leaning through the window, "but before I do, may I take your order?"

You grinned widely before turning back to your notebook, scribbling out a drawing of your favorite ice cream flavor absolutely covered in toppings. You ripped out the page and handed it to Steve.

"Coming right up baby!"

You happily munched on your ice cream while Steve closed up boxes of toppings and stacked them on the shelves. When the back room was clean, he helped you put your pens away and carried your backpack and ice cream out to the front of the store so you could stay close to him while he wiped off each of the tables, mopped the floors, and closed out the cash register. Finally, Steve helped you throw away the trash from your ice cream, hoisted your backpack onto his shoulder, and held your hand as you slid out from the booth. You walked together to the front of the store, where Steve stopped and turned to you. 

"Would you like to do the honors, honey bun?" He asked, motioning towards the big light switch that controlled the fancy neon sign in the entranceway. 

You nodded, reaching up on your tiptoes to flip the switch, and suddenly the empty mall became a lot darker around you. Steve noticed you tense up and immediately, his hand was back in yours. 

"Don't worry baby. I've got you. You're safe with me." He said, holding you tight as he led you to the garage, and not intending to let go of you for a very long time. 

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Heeeeyyyyyy

Can you do the most fluff test cotton candy cloud ever with your angel and devil au? Like just the soft and cuddly cute side of them with readers problems like if she has a hard time doing normal things?It’s so cool and awesome I’ve read so many of you amazing hc’s and other story’s from it I LOVE ITTT

A/N: i wasn’t really sure what you meant by “hard time doing normal things” since that could be so many different things, literally anything could fall into that category depending on what you deem as normal and or important enough for the struggles with it became a negative thing. but I tried to make it vague enough to fit whatever you were thinking about, so i hope this is okay. 

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“I’m sorry,” you blew another long exhale out through your tense and quivering lips. 

Each of the creatures at your side still clutched your hands tightly in theirs, “don’t apologise, it’s okay,” Steve reassured you softly, his free hand extending to wipe away the tears still clinging to your cheek, “we’ll stay right here for as long as you need, no rush at all.”

Shifting in his seat beside you on the bench, sloping back against it just like the trees around you lightly danced on the wind, Eddie subtly attempted to distract you, “so, tell me about that dance movie with the chick from Ferris Bueller.” 

Turning your head to glance at him with furrowed brows, “you want me to talk about the movie we watched literally last night?”

“Correction, rewatched, for maybe the fiftieth time, and yes,” he raised your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle peck upon the knuckles, “I do wanna hear you talk about it. I never get sick of listening to you talk, no matter the subject,” genuineness shining through in his tone, “now, tell me about it.”

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 7 | S.R

Not my gif

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A/N - sorry it has been so long since I updated this, I have not have the impetus to write this fic but I am trying to restart it. Massive thank you to @reidselle for encouraging me to start writing this again and for reading chapters and discussing ideas with me, you are an angel 🖤

Chapter Summary - Spencer’s still reeling from the aftermath of his drunken mistake. With Luke’s words playing on his mind, he starts to realise his feelings towards his broken marriage aren’t as black and white as he thought.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - mentions of affairs, Spencer questions everything, swearing.

WC - 5.1k

Chapter 7 - All At Once

And all at once the crowd begins to sing,

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her,

Maybe you started to compare to someone not there. 

The weekend's events had taken so much out of Spencer he didn’t have a chance to call you and apologise for his drunken behaviour. 

In fact, if he was perfectly honest, with everything else going on he’d completely pushed it to the back of his mind. 

On Sunday he spent the day at the mall with the girls in an attempt to cheer Daisy up. 

Spencer loathed shopping. He only went shopping when he absolutely had to. Malls were too busy for his liking and most things were overpriced. But Daisy and Lily loved to shop, mostly because it wasn’t their hard earned money they were spending. 

He spent the day traipsing after them, lugging bags full of their hauls around while they ran from shop to shop excitedly. 

He practically brought Daisy a whole new wardrobe while Lily damn near put the toy store out of business. 

They ate pretzels in the food court while Spencer rested his aching arms from being their designated bag carrier. 

Lily fell asleep on the car ride home surrounded by all her new toys while Daisy excitedly looked over her new clothes. 

He spent hundreds of dollars trying to make up for the way Maeve had hurt her. He even let the girls talk him into buying an even bigger, plusher and more expensive bed for a dog he hated who never slept in his own bed anyway. 

By the time they made it home he was exhausted. He was too tired to cook so he ordered pizza which they ate in the living room while they rewatched Encanto for what had to be the fiftieth time. 

When he put them to bed they were both singing We Don’t Talk About Bruno, which Spencer also had stuck in his head when he crawled into his own bed. 

He also found himself humming it absent-mindedly in the shower the next morning, mentally cursing his girls for making him sit through that movie again. 

It was still whirring its way around his brain while he made the girls breakfast. 

He drove them to school after breakfast and dropped Taco off at the kennel and it was only after he was finally alone, his thoughts fell back to his monumentally stupid drunken mistake. 

Checking his watch and seeing he had time before he had to be on campus he made a pit stop at the florists. 

It was a good job he had time to spare because he spent an unfathomable amount of time staring at a wide variety of flowers in various colours.

He must have looked utterly lost as a young girl soon came over and asked if he needed help. 

Yes, he most certainly did. 

“I uh…I need something that says I’m sorry.” He toyed awkwardly with the strap of his satchel. 

The girl gave him a slightly playful smile. 

“You wouldn’t believe how often we get people in here looking for the exact same thing.” 

“What would you recommend?” 

“Well, lilies are great for apologising as they can express a new chapter. But roses are really romantic. White orchids are also good as they represent sincerity. And blue hyacinths look stunning in an apology bouquet.” She motioned around the various flowers she was describing while Spencer stared wide eyed in confusion. 

“Uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “All of them. Just put all of them in a bouquet. A huge one. It doesn’t matter what it costs.” 

“Sure.” She looked a little startled by his choice, most guys just went for whatever was cheapest. 

She admired his decision. 

Spencer tapped his foot in the ground while the girl went about fashioning a giant bouquet of whites and blues and reds and yellows. 

She tied them all off in a big red ribbon and looked proud by her creation. 

Admittedly it did look beautiful and Spencer knew next to nothing about flower arranging. 

He paid two hundred dollars for the privilege and thanked the young girl before hurrying out of the store barely able to see over the large array. 

He quickly stopped at a coffee house and ordered an extra large cinnamon latte which was your favourite. 

The flowers took up the whole front seat of the car and the smell was overwhelming so he had to drive with the windows open. 

He felt heads turning and eyebrows furrowed into frowns as he got out of his car with the huge bouquet. It was like a large flashing beacon that he’d fucked up. 

He tried to ignore all the eyes on him as he waited for you outside the psychology building, flowers in one hand, coffee in the other. 

The weather was desperately trying to warm up and was slowly succeeding and the morning sun beating down on him made sweat gather at his temples. 

The nerves didn’t help. 

You couldn’t have looked any less amused when you spotted him, only just able to see him over the almost comically large bunch of flowers. 

If he wasn’t standing right outside the building you needed access to, you would have walked any other direction to avoid him. 

You clenched your jaw tightly and hugged your purse close to your body as you approached him. 

“I’m sorry.” He spoke the second you were in earshot. “I am so, so sorry. I was drunk, not that that’s an excuse but I was. I had a bad day and I was a fucking idiot. I am so, so sorry Y/N.” 

You didn’t say anything. Not a word. Honestly you didn’t have anything to say that wouldn’t either be fuck you or go to hell. 

He proffered the flowers towards you. 

“I’m really, really sorry.” He pouted a little.

He did look apologetic, almost pathetically so and there was a part of you that felt sorry for him. 

Not a big enough part to forgive him though. 

You took the flowers from his hand and Spencer momentarily believed things were going to be ok. 

But then you dropped the bouquet on the floor and stamped heavily on them with your heeled boot.

You didn’t stop there. 

You took the coffee out of his hand, removed the lid and poured the scalding liquid all over the crushed pile of flowers.

Spencer’s face fell.

“Oh come on, that was two hundred dollars worth of flowers.” He groaned, shoulders slumping. 

“You think coffee and flowers are going to make up for what you did?” You spat at him. 

“Not entirely. But I thought it might be a start.” He shrugged meekly, toying with his satchel. 

“Well it isn’t.” You stomped on the flowers again. “You were a world class asshole, Spencer. You do not get to show up at my apartment drunk in the middle of night and try to force me into bed! And the things you said to me…I am not a fling. I am not looking to be a casual hook up and if that’s all you want then you should find someone else.” 

“Y/N, I didn’t mean for you to-“

“Go to hell, Doctor Reid.” You cut him off, stamping on the flowers one more time for good measure. “Respectfully, go to hell.” 

He watched you storm past him inside the building, knowing nothing he could say was going to make this better. 

He’d really fucked this one up. And he had no idea how to fix it.

***

He left a cinnamon latte for you every single day for the next week in Monroe’s classroom. 

He left post it notes on your car that told you how sorry he was. 

He tried at every available opportunity to tell you to your face how sorry he was but every time you caught a glimpse of him, you would turn and walk in the opposite direction. 

He didn’t blame you. But he wished you would give him a chance to explain. 

Not that there was much to explain. He was drunk and he’d been forceful. He’d said horrible things to you. 

An explanation wasn’t really warranted. 

But that didn’t mean he was going to give up. He wasn’t giving you up without a fight. 

It didn’t matter that the two of you had only been on one date, you were all he could think about. You’d left a lasting impression in his heart and he wasn’t letting you just walk away. 

But he knew he couldn’t keep pushing you. You had to want to talk to him. If he kept trying to force you forgive him, he would end up pushing you away. 

He had to give it time and hope that you would come to forgive him on your own. 

In lieu of making things up with you, he had made up with Luke, even if slightly begrudgingly. 

They’d talked on the phone for the best part of a whole evening after the girls were asleep. Luke apologised for the way things had come out. He hadn’t meant them quite as they sounded 

Spencer in turn apologised for reacting the way he had, even though he still felt he was completely justified. 

Luke surprised him somewhat when he asked him, “did you ever really deal with Maeve’s affair?” 

“What do you mean?” Spencer frowned, putting his feet up on his desk and leaning back in his chair. 

“When you talk about it, you always talk about the effect it had on your kids but never how it affected you.” Luke was in full on profiler mode. Spencer had heard that voice countless times. 

“The fact that it affected my kids, affected me.” Spencer’s frown deepened. 

“I know you say it was a marriage of convenience but you were together a long time, Reid. You must have had some kind of feelings for her. It must have hurt.” Luke’s tone was soft yet held a hind of accusation. 

“Not especially.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Spencer,” Luke’s timbre shifted. “The woman you spent a large portion of your life with cheated on you. Your house is still like a goddamn shrine to the life you used to have. And you’ve never gotten over your anger towards her. I think that’s because she hurt you more than you want to admit. You like to pretend you didn’t love her and that you’re unaffected by what happened because you think it’s easier to deal with if you pretend it doesn’t hurt. But sometimes, pain needs to be felt.” 

“Have you ever thought about being a therapist?” Spencer rolled his eyes and sat up in the chair. “I’m fine Luke. I’m angry because she tore my family apart. I’m angry because my kids now only get to see their mother twice a month. I’m angry because I had to reevaluate my whole life after she left. 

But I’m not hurt, I’m not heartbroken. And my house is not a shrine. I work and when I’m not working I’m taking care of my daughters and now some stupid dog too. I’ve been meaning to call Morgan to help me renovate it. I just haven’t had time.” 

“If you insist.” Luke sighed. “I won’t keep pushing it. But just know I’m here if you ever need to talk.” 

“I know. Thanks. But I really am fine.” Spencer stood up and stretched his back. “I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah no worries. Talk soon.” Luke replied and then hung up. 

Spencer kept his phone in his hand and typed out a quick text to you, almost identical to the ones he’d sent you every night this week. 

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: I’m still so sorry. I miss you. Please talk to me. Goodnight, beautiful. 

He checked in on the girls who were both sleeping soundly before having a quick shower and crawling into his own bed. 

And once again, he dreamt of you. 

***

It was probably for the best that you weren’t talking to him and that he hadn’t made plans with you for his child free weekend because he didn’t get a child free weekend. 

He picked Lily and Daisy up from school on Friday and drove them to Maeve’s only for Daisy to refuse to get out of the car. 

“Pumpkin, it’s your weekend with your mom, you have to go.” Spencer turned in his seat to face her. 

“No.” She spoke stubbornly. “I don’t want to see her.”

“You can’t stay mad at her forever.” Spencer leaned over the centre console and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Yes I can.” She huffed. 

“Why don’t you want to see mommy?” Lily spoke up from the backseat. 

“Because I hate her.” Daisy stomped her foot on the floor. 

“Daisy, please don’t say that in front of your sister.” 

“Why? It’s true.” 

Spencer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What about if Taco comes to mommy’s with you?” It would be doing him a favour too. 

“Yes! Let’s go get Taco!” Lily beamed. 

“No!” Daisy raised her voice. “I’m not going in there and you can’t make me!” 

She was right, he couldn’t. 

So in the end Lily had stayed at Maeve’s and Daisy had come home with Spencer. 

It was strange just having one of the girls, it wasn’t often the two were apart. It was almost like the days before Lily was born. 

He cooked dinner for the two of them and they ate ice cream for dessert. 

Daisy sat in Spencer’s office with him, laying on the floor with Taco while he graded papers. 

Usually Spencer liked to work alone, the kids rarely came in his office. But he found the sounds of Daisy cooing over the dog relaxing and every now and again when he heard her giggle over the mutt it made his heart swell in his chest. 

“Are you having fun there, pumpkin?” He asked her with an amused smile as he scrawled some notes on one of his students papers.

“Yeah, Taco is the best.” She giggled, giving Taco a belly scratch which he adored. “And it’s nice and quiet, like before Lily was born.” 

Spencer’s pen dropped from his hand as he looked at the back of his daughter's head where she laid on her front on the floor, her thick dark hair tied up on the back of her head. 

“What?” He frowned a little, thinking he must have misunderstood her. 

She rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on her one good arm. 

“I miss it sometimes. Before Lily was born and it was just you, me and mom. Did mom have an affair because of Lily?” She asked curiously. 

Spencer tried to hide his shock, knowing his daughter could read his features. 

He pushed himself up from his chair and rounded the desk, coming over to where Daisy and Taco laid. 

He lowered himself carefully to the floor, grimacing a little as an ache spread through the old injury in his leg. 

He sat next to her, stretching his legs out across the dark carpet. 

“What your mom did was neither of your faults. You know that, don’t you?” 

Daisy shrugged. 

“Why did you have Lily? I miss being an only child.” She changed the subject. 

“She’s your sister, don’t say that, please.” 

“We were happy before Lily.” Daisy shrugged again, crossing her legs and pulling Taco into her lap. 

“And we were happy after Lily too.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she instinctively leaned into her fathers body. 

“Do you think mom would have cheated on you if you didn’t have Lily?” 

“I don’t know, pumpkin.” He sighed, pulling her closer. “But Lily isn’t the reason she cheated. And neither are you. I guess…I guess I just couldn’t make her happy.” 

“It’s not that I don’t love Lily.” Daisy tugged at Taco’s ear. “I just miss having all of your love.” 

Spencer felt his heart tear in half. He moved his hand from around her shoulder and cupped her jaw gently, guiding her to look at him. 

“Daisy,” he spoke seriously. “Just because I love your sister, it didn’t for a second make me love you any less, ok? You’re my baby girl, the first time I held you in my arms I felt like I could breathe properly for the first time in my life. The first time you looked at me, I finally knew the reason I was put on this Earth. And that was to love you and be your father. Please never think I could love you any less. You are my whole world ok, pumpkin?”

He felt choked up by the end of his speech and he noticed Daisy had tears in her eyes. 

She was quick to sit back and wipe her eyes on her sleeve. 

“God, mushy much dad?” She scoffed and Spencer chucked. 

He leaned in and placed another kiss at her temple. 

“Love you too, pumpkin.” He laughed against her skin. 

***

Spencer found Luke’s words were taking up too much space in his brain. 

When he awoke Saturday morning he laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and just enjoying a moment of peace before Daisy woke up. 

Although it wasn’t all that peaceful.

He was ruminating on Luke’s implications of him living in a shrine. 

It wasn’t as though Spencer meant to do that. He really hadn’t had the time to even think about redecorating. 

Ok, maybe that wasn’t true. He had thought about it, quite often in fact. But there was always some kind of blocker between the thought and the action. For whatever reason, he’d never gotten over that hurdle of actually making a change. 

But it wasn’t because he was clinging to his old life. He didn’t pine over his broken marriage, he didn’t wish for Maeve to see sense and come home. 

But maybe there was a small chance that the reason he’d held off for so long was partly due to the fact that once he changed the house, there was no going back. 

If he decorated it was effectively shattering his dreams of the future he’d planned even though, really, those dreams had been destroyed over a year ago. 

Had he really been grasping at his old life so hard and not even realised? 

Something had to change. 

After breakfast he and Daisy went to the hardware store and he let her pick out a new paint for the living room. 

It wasn’t much but it was a start. It was something to prove he wasn’t living in a shrine to his ex-wife. 

Initially she’d chosen a gawdy bright green shade but thankfully Spencer had talked her down to a much more eye pleasing sage.  

The two of them spent the day painting the room, well Spencer did most of it while Daisy kept getting distracted by Taco. And Daisy did only have one good arm, which she kept reminding him. 

But by the time he was finished he felt accomplished. The new colour was much more his style than the buttermilk yellow Maeve had painted the walls when they moved in. 

The only room he’d really aided in decorating was his office with its dark walls, leather desk chair and dark oak desk and bookshelves. 

He’d still be working at the BAU when they moved in and as such wasn’t around much to help make decorating decisions. 

He’d never disliked the way she’d designed the house but maybe it never quite felt like home as it should have. 

The sage green walls felt more cosy. It was reminiscent of his old apartment, the apartment he’d loved so much. He felt comfortable with a darker aesthetic, which was probably strange but to Spencer it felt more homely. 

Spencer always felt more at ease in darkness, he decided not to dwell too long on that thought and what that meant about his mental state. 

He should call Morgan and have him gut this place and start again from scratch. But he wasn’t quite ready to take that step. And not because he was pining over his old life. 

He didn’t know why. But not everything needed to have a reason. 

Once the painting was done and feeling much more satisfied with his living situation, he cooked dinner for the two of them and after he let Daisy choose a movie which he fell asleep halfway through. 

The closing credits woke him and he rubbed his eyes before focusing on Daisy who had her smartphone pointing at him. 

“What are you doing?” He grumbled, feeling the weight of the dog was laying on his chest. 

“Taking pictures.” She giggled. 

“Why?” He shuffled up the couch a little. 

“You look funny.” She snapped one more picture before her dad got mad. 

“How do I look funny?” He scooted the dog off of him and sat up properly, rubbing his eyes again. 

“See for yourself.” She handed him her phone and he stared at the photograph of his sleeping form, mangy dog sleeping soundly on him. 

But that’s not what he was looking at. 

“For the love of god!” He groaned, jumping up and dashing to the mirror by the door. 

“The paint must still have been wet.” Daisy giggled again. 

Spencer had two very distinctive sage coloured doggy paw prints on his face and many more covering his shirt. 

He glanced around and saw a spot on the wall near the TV where the idiotic mutt had put his front paws in the wet paint. 

There was a trail of the sage prints in the carpet from the wall to the couch. 

“This is why I didn’t want a freaking dog.” Spencer huffed as he made his way to the kitchen to clean his face. “What time is it?” 

“Uh…eight?” Daisy sounded unsure of herself. 

“Which means it’s actually later than that and you don’t want to tell me because you don’t want to go to bed.” He chuckled, wiping his face with some kitchen paper. 

“No.” Daisy whined. “Not true.” 

“You know I’m wearing a watch, right?” As he said this he glanced at it and saw it was a little after ten. “Bedtime missy.” 

“Boo!” Daisy sulked. 

He finished up cleaning his face, thankful the paint seemed to come off easily and came back through to the living room where his stubborn daughter sat vigil on the couch. 

“Come on, pumpkin. I can read to you if you like? We haven’t done that in a while.” 

She pulled a face like she was contemplating this for a moment or two. 

“Can Taco come to bed with me?” 

“Sure, why not. It’s not like I’ve brought him two dog beds or anything.” He sighed. 

Daisy happily picked up the little dog and carried him upstairs where she set him on her bed. 

Spencer sat with him while she went through to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth. 

He tucked her in and Taco curled up by her side. 

Spencer slotted himself on the small part of the empty mattress that was left and Daisy handed him a book. 

He read to her until she was sound asleep, snoring a little. She got that from her mother. 

He kissed her forehead and switched off the light before creeping from the room. 

He thought about having a drink but he was still ashamed of his actions the last time he drank so he decided against it. 

He pulled out his phone as he flopped to the couch and sent you a text. 

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: I really am so sorry. Please can we talk? I miss your voice. Goodnight, beautiful. 

Spencer stared at the freshly painted wall and the paw prints left in it, still having Luke’s words swirling around his brain. 

He didn’t love Maeve. He wasn’t heartbroken over her infidelity. He didn’t need to deal with what she’d done because he hadn’t affected him. Had it? 

Somehow he found himself on his feet and moving books aside on the bookshelf that shielded his gun safe. 

He hadn’t actually kept a gun in it for years, not since he left the bureau. But old habits die hard. 

He entered the combination and opened the thick metal door. His hand shook a little as he pulled out the photo album kept hidden inside. 

It was white once but was dirtied from fingerprints over the years. It was a little scuffed around the edges but that was probably from him stuffing it inside the safe that was just a little too small for it. 

Spencer didn’t know why he kept in there. He supposed it was because he didn’t want the kids stumbling across it and having to look at it before he was ready, before he had the capacity to take this particular trip down memory lane. 

He hadn’t even thought about the album in the year since he’d put it in there. He’d physically locked it away whilst mentally locking away the memories that went with the photographs. 

He took it back over to the couch and tentatively flipped to the first page. 

The first photograph depicted an unusually sunny fall day outside of DC city hall. Spencer wore a suit from his closet and Maeve wore a simple white summer dress, her pregnant belly very noticeable with the slim fitting nature of the dress. 

They both smiled brightly while Morgan snapped the photograph of them showing off their matching gold wedding bands, Spencer’s free hand cupping her stomach that housed baby Daisy. 

He saw no doubts in his eyes, no hint that he was only marrying this woman because he’d gotten her pregnant. He looked genuinely elated to be married. He didn’t remember ever feeling that happy. 

On the next page was a series of photos with the backdrop of a hospital room. 

Images of Spencer fussing over Maeve while she was in labour, a slightly fretful look on his features. 

There was a photo of Maeve with the newborn on her chest, seconds after she was born and Daisy was held by her mother for the first time. 

Another of Spencer in the worn leather chair next to the bed with the tiny seven pound baby cradled in his arms as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

There were a couple more of the three of them together in the hospital room and as they left the hospital the following day, Spencer and Maeve held hands while his free one carried Daisy in her rocker. 

The look on Spencer’s face in each one could only be described as pure bliss. 

There were pictures of Daisy with each member of her new family, with her Aunties Emily, JJ and Penelope and her Uncles Derek and Aaron and grandpa Dave. 

There were photographs from a few weeks later when they’d travelled to Vegas so Diana could meet her granddaughter. 

Diana’s smile when she held Daisy for the first time was the brightest he’d ever seen on his mother. She’d been lucid that day, thank god, and had cried and cooed over the gorgeous little bundle her son had created. 

Other photographs of Daisy’s first steps, her first time on the potty, her first Christmas and birthdays littered the pages. 

Birthday cakes and presents wrapped for a child too young to understand what they were. 

Gaudy Christmas jumpers set against the backdrop of an overly decorated tree. Paper hats from crackers adorned on heads. A small child overstimulated by a holiday she couldn’t comprehend. 

And in every single one he and Maeve looked so happy. The images showed them sharing loving looks, exchanging soft touches. 

If the photos didn’t exist, Spencer wouldn’t have believed it. His memories didn’t allow him to recall the joyful moments, only the hurt and the anger. 

Even as he looked at them he struggled to remember ever feeling the way the man in the photographs looked. 

The further into the album he got showed Maeve’s belly growing for the second time and more hospital photographs with Lily featuring Aunty Tara, and Uncles Luke and Matt. 

More holiday photos lined the pages, this time with Daisy helping her sister open her presents. 

Lots of photos of the two girls together riddled the pages. Daisy holding Lily’s hand while she learnt to walk, Daisy reading to her little sister. Daisy cuddling her new little sister and beaming proudly. 

They looked like the perfect family, smiling for the camera. But what was hiding beneath? Were they ever really happy at all? 

About a year after Lily’s birth, the photographs just stopped. The empty pages at the end of the album taunted Spencer. 

They just stopped. Ended with no warning. It was as though all the happy, smiling faces of the pages before had died. 

Maybe they had. 

Tensions had been high between him and Maeve after Spencer gave up the BAU. He resented Maeve and to a certain extent his beautiful daughter, for having to give up a job he adored. 

He was frustrated and exhausted all the time. He was making less money at Georgetown, which didn’t matter so much in the present as he had a substantial amount of savings, but not enough to send two kids to college. His future problems crossed over into his present day. 

It took its toll on Spencer. He went to work, came home and doted on his daughters and barely said two words to Maeve. 

He had a quick temper. His exhaustion manifested in anger and when he did talk to Maeve it was usually to argue with her about something. 

He’d been distant, far away even when he was at home, and she’d been lonely. So she met Bobby who made her feel wanted. 

Could he blame her for that? Was Luke right? He hadn’t been attentive to his wife and so she’d sought comfort elsewhere. Was it his fault she’d strayed? Had he pushed her to it? 

He flipped the album back to the first page to their wedding photo. Was he to blame in all of this? 

He was so wrapped up in his self pity, the knock at the door startled him. 

He frowned to himself as he pushed himself to his feet and padded over to the door. 

Who was knocking at his house so late at night? 

He unlocked the door and cautiously it opened a fraction so he could see who was on the other side before he committed to opening it. 

His frown only deepened when he looked into a familiar pair of eyes staring back at him from the dark. 

He opened the door fully and braced himself against the door jamb. 

“Y/N,” he swallowed. “What are you doing here?” 

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“New Year’s Kiss”

Ateez Seonghwa x video director reader. NSFW One-shot

MINORS DNI OR I SWEAR TO THE HALA GODS-

also Happy New Year, 2023 for the wwin bbes! Let’s start it off with a body worship new years Seonghwa smut xD

Synopsis: Working with the boys since pretty much their debut, and now one of the co-directors in charge of the MV aspects, you finid yourself totally entranced by Seonghwa in the new Halazia video, bringing you to admitting some feelings for the idol, and an internal crisis (plus an external force) leading to your unexpected confession and starting the New Year off in an unexpected way.

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warnings: smut, body worship, use of “baby girl”, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), hair pulling (both receiving a lil), oral sex (reader receiving), reader be insecure, Yunhoe is a lil shit :3, let me know if i missed any tags.

ending crack energy brought to you and inspired by the one, the only, @hwaightme 

You told yourself you would never date an idol, working in the industry for some time you saw all the good and bad parts of idol life, and knew being a significant other of one was just asking for hell. You weren't one yourself, but you worked with them plenty as a visual artist for directing and composing music videos. 

You had been under a contract with KQ, as well as participating on directing other groups and videos, your expertise directing videos that required a lot of cgi, or stories that had a messy feel to them: much like Ateez's. You loved it, bringing a vision to work, seeing the final product with the effects, the members, song, all of it becoming one beautiful cohesive unit. A lot of times the idols would talk things over with you, asking how they can express certain story elements or what scenes can be added to the mv to give what feels they want.

None talked to you more than Hongjoong as he always had a vision, which you highly respected; but to you no other performer blew you away as much as Seonghwa. Over the years you developed a friendship with them all, working so close and entwined with so much of their idol life it seemed natural. See friends with idols you can handle, it made work easier because you knew these people, understood them on a deeper level than just colleagues, and could hone your craft even more- you wanted it to stay like that.

But did you really? For what seemed the fiftieth time in one night you rewatched the Halazia video, taking in your work as it had broken a new record for Ateez and hit ten million views in ten hours and was top of the charts anyways. You had to admit you were quite the fan of Ateez too, loving their music, their vibes, their visuals and work ethic- and it was probably those reasons that had you hunched over your laptop in the spare studio watching the video yet again.

Yes definitely that, and not how utterly captivating Seonghwa was. One part in particular you would replay, watching the way his head rolled back and his tongue flicked in his open mouth as he stared up at the sky as if praying to some sensual God. That few seconds had you captivated in a way that your thighs rubbed together, craving some sort of friction.

You had to accept that your attraction to Seonghwa was far more than it should be, but that was all you were about to admit. Wanting to fuck an idol this intensely was bad enough, if emotions were attached to that there was no coming back.

Replaying the MV once more, your eyes were glued to Seonghwa at each part, mesmerizing his expressions, his movements, every flick of his tongue and breath he took. Finally, you had enough, pausing the mv on the one part you had begun to fantasize about, groaning as you let your head fall to the desk with a light thud. “This shouldn’t be this fucking hot, ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking about him that way.”

“Well if that he is me, by all means please keep thinking about it.” You jumped at the sudden voice, turning quickly with your heart beating rapidly in your chest only to see Yunho leaning against the now open door of the small studio; you hadn’t even heard it open.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, a hand on your chest in an attempt to fight the rising panic as you realized you had most likely been caught fawning over his band mate.

Yunho’s wide cheshire grin told you he most definitely caught you. “So Seonghwa huh? Atiny do love to talk about that tongue of his.” 

You immediately groaned, head falling into your hands. “Please pretend you saw nothing-”

“And miss all the teasing I can do? Come on, you know me better than that.” He stepped in, shutting the door behind him as he did. 

“We’re friends, colleagues, it’s not right. Plus, my job would be on the line.”

Yunho rolled his eyes, glancing over at the laptop which you quickly shut as shame filled  you at the fact it was still paused on Hwa’s sensual expression. “You do realize, we’ve been given the okay to have relationships inside the company?”

This was news to you, eyes going wide as you stared up at him. “Thats bullshit, I would’ve-” You words trailed off, remembering the first time you found yourself starstruck by Seonghwa’s part in the Halazia MV during filming, some of the other female staff were just enamored, with all of them.

“They’re really shining, it makes it hard not to be a little obsessed with them.” One of the stage hands muttered to her friend just a few feet to your right, sighing wistfully. “Think any of them would be willing to just one night?”

“You know the rules, CEO Kim doesn’t mind company relationships but when it comes to the idols, they have to be the ones to ask for it. He doesn’t want the whole company trying to flirt with them while working.” At the time you had taken her words as meaning Idol’s were off limits in general, which was the mantra you had drilled into your head from the moment you decided this was the line of work you wanted to do.

Focusing back on the present, your eyes meet Yunho’s gleeful ones, frowning further. “That’s if Seonghwa wants it, and I’m not that delusional Yunho.” Sighing you stood up, grabbing your laptop, and as if on cue finally noticed he was dressed up. “What’s the tux for?”

He deadpanned, blinking a few times before shaking his head dramatically. “Jeez, You’re almost making this too easy to tease you-”

“Yunho-” You threaten, tone dropping several octaves. 

“It’s New Year’s Eve, CEO Kim is throwing a KQ New Year’s party for the staff and idols after the end of the year show- I was on my way out, looking for Hongjoong wherever he went to, when I instead find our other workaholic dear friend. Tsk Tsk.” Yunho gently tapped the tip of your nose before turning back to the door. “It’s in the company meeting hall in four hours, make sure to be there.” 

He left you with a playful wink that felt more like a threat to you. However, you knew you couldn’t miss it, after all your staff had been talking about a congratulatory gift for ATEEZ for the hits on Halazia, and they insisted you be there. Sighing, you grabbed your laptop and decided to head home to get ready.

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Four hours later and you originally felt as if you might have overdressed for the party but quickly realized maybe not so much. The dress you wore was long and black, with a slit up to just above the knee and a trail of embroidered gems moving from around the slit up all the way to about mid-waist. The sleeves were long, off the shoulder and a low cut bust, with similar gems lining around the wrist and the deep neckline. 

The only reason you wore it was because Seonghwa had mentioned briefly how it would look good on you while the both of you were scrolling through fashion ideas with Hongjoong for the Paradigm video. Thinking back to it now, you realized you had bought it not because you respected his fashion advice (which you did), but because you wanted him to think you were beautiful, just once, the way you thought he was. Now you were realizing how stupid crazy you had fallen for a man that should’ve been off-limits.

The meeting room was packed with the KQ employees, even KQ Fellaz 2 and Seon Kim himself were there, as well as Eden and his soon-to-be wife everyone was excited to officially meet. You thought you might be safe from Yunho’s teasing, perhaps you could avoid ATEEZ all together and just enjoy the party with your fellow co-workers and friends-

As the room erupted in cheers, the prized idols of KQ arriving in the hall, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Holding the wine glass you co-director had handed you merer moments ago, you slipped more into the back of the meeting hall, finding anyone there to mingle with. With the dozens of KQ employees it should be easy to keep yourself away from them, in particular Yunho and Seonghwa, right?

Wrong again. The party officially started nearly an hour before midnight, the national new year festivities playing on a large screen on the far side of the room for the countdown at midnight, and in that one hour you had embarrassingly run from Yunho and Seonghwa on several occasions. At one point you were beginning to think the two were looking for you on purpose, and that only had your panic rising further.

You knew, knew, running from them just made things worse- it probably encouraged Yunho to just keep continuing, but for Seonghwa you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows pulled up in obvious concern, biting down on his lip in confusion. He looked stunning as he always did, even more so now as you were now aware of just how much you found him stunning, irresistible… perfect.

You were talking to one of your staff about the congratulatory gift, discussing a time best to give it to ATEEZ, and they were asking if you would like to be the one to do it. You shook off the responsibility, instead giving the Honour to your co-director and senior who had taken you under his wing when you first got hired at KQ. Sure you were the one who did the planning, but he directed the videos, his expertise and touch giving the MV’s the final touches that made them as amazing as they were. Reluctantly the staff walked off to go speak to him, and as You sipped on your now third glass of wine, your eyes found a familiar mop of pale blonde hair, a familiar head leaning down and whispering in his ears just as your eyes locked with Seonghwa’s.

The moment his eyes widened and Yunho pulled away with a grin, you panicked once more. Five minutes to midnight, and your only instinct was to leave. The hall wasn’t safe, he would find you, so without really thinking you set the wine down and rushed out, squeezing past the other colleagues as Seonghwa called after you, almost desperately. The moment you were in the company hall, you bolted for the comfort of your office in your panic, not even thinking of leaving the building

You just forgot one damned thing: the elevator. 

Just as the doors slid open, you heard him call for you, quickly closing in. You didn’t look over your shoulder, instead pushing into the elevator and hitting the button over and over to close the doors. Luck was not on your side tonight, Seonghwa slipping in just as the doors were beginning to shut, effectively locking you two in the closed space, both of you out of breath and chests heaving from the impromptu game of cat and mouse- in which you, the mouse, was now caught.

“Dammit, why did you run?” Seonghwa paced the other side of the elevator as you flattened your back against the wall behind you, trying, and failing, not to let your emotions get the better of you, your dread obvious on your face with your wide eyes and lack of color on your cheeks. It took one glance at you for Seonghwa’s expression to crumble in perhaps the most heartbreaking way possible. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You were still wrapping your head around your own emotions for this man across from you, the same emotions your own moral code and insecurities were beating up and crushing into sand beneath your feet, that you had physically taken it out on him. That wasn’t fair to him, to suffer just because you couldn’t handle the crushing realization of your love for him. “I’m sorry Hwa, I-” You looked everywhere but him, the doors opening to your floor and you stared out into the hall, ready to bolt. “You didn’t do anything, I’m just nervous…” You went to move off the elevator but he was quick to block the way, staring down at you with an unreadable gaze.

“I’m the one making you nervous though aren’t I?”

Instead of answering you stared just under his arms, fidgeting with the simple silver bracelet around your left wrist. “I need to grab something from my office Seonghwa, let me.”

“Only if I can come with you.” He wasn’t letting me escape that easily, leaving me with either the option of being stuck in my office with him, or this elevator that was perhaps going to move again soon; the constant moving was no doubt going to just make the twisting in your gut worse by the second.

So you lamented. “Fine.” A second later he was following you down the hall, around the corner and right to your office. You stepped in, debating on shutting the door in his face, but what good would that do you now? So you let him in, moving to the other side of the room where you had your bag on the small sofa there. You didn’t say a word, and would have kept it up, except when you turned back around Seonghwa was right there, his chest a few inches from yours as he muttered your name.

You looked up, feeling quite vulnerable at his closeness in such a small space, that stupid snippet of Halazia once more running through your mind as you could partly feel his breath. “I have what I want, can w-”

“Why am I making you so nervous? What did I do? Did I say something wrong? You’ve been running from me all evening, I thought I did good with Halazia so-”

“You did!” You couldn’t stand the torn expression on his face any longer, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “You did nothing wrong Hwa, you never do. For fuck’s sake I could never find a fault of yours even if I tried.”

He seemed to relax a bit at your words, leaning into the palm of your hand. “Then what did I do? Yunho said you were upset with me… over something I did in the Halazia MV.”

Dammit Yunho- I’ll get you for this later. You thought to yourself, staring up at the sullen Seonghwa. You could admit that you hated seeing him down like this, especially because of what you had done, what you were still doing. “I wasn’t upset with you, but myself-”

“Why? I thought the entire MV was amazing. You always do an amazing job-”

“As do you.” I cut him off, letting my hands drop and taking a step back, the back of my legs hitting the couch. I could hear the entirety of KQ chanting the countdown to midnight as most of South Korea were right now. “You do a little too good of a job sometimes Seonghwa, I was mesmerized to the point I was upset with myself for the thoughts I had, and I just couldn’t look at you because of it.” The admission had you shifting reluctantly, causing you to lose balance against the couch and fall back.

Seonghwa moved just as you fell, an arm wrapping around your waist and the other slamming against the back of the couch to leave you in quite the awkward position. The countdown hit the thirty second mark, and you were lighting up like a traffic light at the proximity of him, face inches from yours. His confusion and worry melted to understanding as he saw how flustered you got, squirming in his arms and bringing your sweaty palms to his chest.

“Oh- fuck-”

20 seconds.

“Hwa-” You looked up at him through your lashes, shifting in his arms but that only had you realizing your hips were pressed to his with the way he was holding you away from the couch.

15 Seconds.

He glanced at your parted lips, slowly leaning in as he muttered your name. “I want to kiss you, can I?”

10 seconds.

You could hardly believe he asked such a thing, that he would want to, but you had imagined those lips on yours far too much this day already and couldn’t deny the actual possibility, even if- you chased the thoughts off and simply nodded.

5 seconds. 4. 3. 2- and his lips were on yours, immediately slipping into a frenzy as you gave no hesitation to kiss him back; cheers from the floor beneath you were drowned out by the sounds of your heartbeat and the sweet sound he made that made your knees weak.

It was absolutely surreal to be kissing Park Seonghwa as the new year transitioned, succumbing to him rather easily as he gently sat you down, his lips still moving against yours with such a need you could feel your lips becoming quite swollen already. Your hands slipped up his suit, around his neck and then found home in his styled locks, which despite the product it still felt so soft between your fingertips. He pulled away first, only to bring his lips to your chin and then along your jaw.

“You don’t know what seeing you in this dress does to me- for starters, I picked it didn’t I? And you look even more breathtaking in it than I imagined.” He whispered each word against your skin between kisses, his breath having the same effect his lips and little bites did. To emphasize his words, he ran his hands over your sides and over the gems that hemmed your cleavage. “This in particular I wanted to cover with my lips.”

The light touch of his fingertips running against your skin just at the hem of the top had you pressing your legs together, peering down at him through lidded eyes as he kissed along your collarbone and then lower. “Hwa… we shouldn’t-”

His hand on your waist tightened immediately, lifting his gaze to meet yours as his lips pressed against the soft mound of your left breast. “Don’t give me that- You finally noticed me, I don’t want to hold back or be reasonable for tonight dammit.”

Your breath caught in  your throat at his confession, hands stilling as your eyes went wide. “What do you mean finally?” Your heartbeat was nearly deafening in your own ears and yet he pressed a kiss to your flesh over it, his hand cupping under your breast and giving a slight squeeze to push it further against his lips.

“I want you, more than anything Beautiful, mind, body, and heart- and I’ve been trying to get you to notice that for over a year now.” His voice had dropped a few octaves, making his confession all the more sensual.

“But I- I’m not good enough for you Hwa, I’m not as beautiful as you think or or or amazing as you are. I’m only-” He had brought his lips up to yours, breaking off your stream of blabbering insecurities and melting you back into the cushion beneath you.

When he pulled away, both of you were a bit flushed. “No one is more beautiful to me than you, and I’m going to make sure you know that this year.”He pulled away, working on his tie as he headed for your office door and locked it, turning back to you with a darkened gaze and expression you had briefly seen in his MV’s and stages when acting; but you knew he wasn’t acting now. He looked at you with such an intense need you were clenching around nothing, already craving what he seemed to be promising. “Stand up, we need that dress off of you.”

You did as told, standing up and reaching for the zipper on the side (the only way you had managed to get it on yourself), tugging it down and over your hip with reddened cheeks. The dress itself had been too tight in the bust area for a bra but you had a feeling that Seonghwa would be delighted to know that; sure enough, as you pulled the top of the dress down to rest around your hips, his expression darkened further, tongue running over his lips in such an erotic way you were rubbing your thighs together.

“Fuck they’re even more beautiful than I imagined-” He still made time to set his suit jacket neatly over the back of your desk chair, working at the buttons on his shirt as he made his way over. “I’ll need to keep some clothes on, I hope you don’t mind darling.”

You nodded, watching him approach while you let the dress hand at your hips, instead opting to try and cover your breasts with an arm. He didn’t seem happy with that, pulling your arm to the side before grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. His lips found yours again, once more melting you under their ministrations, this time his tongue slipping between your own as if wishing to devour every sound you made; all the while he pushed your dress down further until it fell to the floor around your feet. His lips still locked in yours, breathing in every soft whimper you made, he helped you step out of the heap of cloth and then guided you back to the couch.

His shirt was hanging open when he moved his lips down, from your lips to instantly latching onto the first hardened peak of your breast, moaning against your flesh while his hand kneaded the other. Your head fell back, eyes lidded as he elicited a soft moan out of you, only urging him further as his free hand slipped between your legs and cupped your sex through your panties, a low growl reverberating through his chest at how wet you already were.

“How am I going to take my time with you when  you’re already so wet Darling?” He kissed from one nipple to the other, latching on and giving it the same attention as the other, teeth scraping the hardened flesh and his tongue circling and sucking in the ways he had quickly found out you liked. “Spread them for me- good girl.” He immediately praised you as you obeyed, chuckling at the whimper you gave in response.

He truly wanted to take his time, lips devouring every inch of your flesh that his hands were not tracing to memory, rubbing you through the soft cotton of your underwear to further soak the article until even his fingers were slick from it. He moved down your body, pressing soft but heated kisses along your stomach, looking up to catch your gaze as he pressed he ran his tongue from your navel down to the hem of your underwear where he gripped it with his teeth.

Before he could pull your underwear down, your hands gripped his shoulders to stop him, chest rising and falling a bit erratically with how worked up he had gotten you already. “Y-You don’t have to do more-”

“I want to-”

“But-” He reached up and grabbed your hands, using them to help pull your underwear down and past your knees.

“But what? Use your words. Am I making  you uncomfortable, or is there something else you want?” Instantly you thought of the MV at his question, at the expression he had worn with his held tilt back- part of you wanted to drive him make that particular expression, as if you were the God he was worshiping. 

Seeing the way your expressions shifted, the way you bit your lip and wiggled your hips, Seonghwa smirked. “What is it you want? I’ll give you anything, do anything-” As he spoke he trailed kisses down your inner thigh while his hands pulled your underwear off completely. He moved his lips to your ankle that he lifted up, placing a soft kiss just under the strap of your heel before up your calf. “Tell me.”

“I don’t think I can be quiet the moment you touch my cunt Hwa, if I dared ask for my crazier- fantasies of you- I most certainly won’t be able to and I-” You shook your head, bringing your hands up to hide your face as if it would keep him from seeing the shame written all over it.

But he just widened his smirk, moving to your other leg and pressing a similar trail of kisses from ankle to knee and up your thigh. “If you get too loud, I’ll bury your face into the couch if need be- but that doesn’t answer my question. Beautiful, tell me what you want me to do. How do you want me to please you?” He purred the words mouth inches from your twitching lips, walls clenching around nothing at the feel of his breath. “Or would you rather I tell you how I want to please you?”

He ripped his gaze from  your cunt to meet your eyes once more, your breath hitching at the question written there. At your soft nod, he pushed your legs open further, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders as his gaze lowered once more. “I want to eat you out like I’ve been a starved man and never had anything as sweet- just look at you, dripping and twitching for me, that sweet cunt begging me to drive it crazy with my tongue-” He slipped his tongue out, flattening it to his chin just to show you how long it was, his eyes soaking up your reaction to it. “-and after I have your cum covering my mouth and chin, your legs clenching around my head as your body shakes from how good of a fucking orgasm I’m going to give you, then I’m going to sit you on my lap, impale you on my cock, and watch the way you bounce until we are both so thoroughly fucked we won’t want to leave this office the rest of the year.”

You could picture it all so vividly, his breath cascading on your wet folds with each deep husky word that you were at your limit already. “Seonghwa- I want that but-”

“But what?” He growled out, expecting you to try and dissuade or stop him.

“But when I’m bouncing on your cock, I want you to- um-” With his intense gaze on you and his heavy breaths still fanning your core, you were losing your courage and focus. “The MV-”

He seemed to follow with those two words, slowly leaning in. “Which part?” He gently touched his lips to yours, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you steady as your body reacted with a jolt at the touch.

“The second chorus, when you're center… your head tossed back and that expression-” Your words cut off on a strangled moan as his lips latched around your needy clit, all other thoughts leaving your mind.

But he had enough to go on, chuckling against your bundle of nerves. “You want me to look like that? Mmm, you really are naughtier than I thought, Beautiful, but I love it.” Like a wire snapping all chatter died between the two of you as he devoured you, his skillful tongue and lips harassing your clit and running along your already swollen lips to devour every drop your cunt produced. When your hands threaded into his hair and pulled him closer, he groaned, moving one of his hands to slip two of his fingers into you and curl them, immediately looking for your sweet spot.

When the sounds you were making became louder and more incoherent thanks to the familiar coil in your stomach tightening, he reached up and covered your drooling mouth with his hand, pumping his fingers faster while his tongue worked wonders. He could feel your thighs shaking already, the clench of your walls signaling your coming release, and he brought it to fruition with a hard suck to your bundle of nerves in just the right way.

Seonghwa would later swear he had never tasted anything sweeter than your cum on his tongue, nor had he felt so damned turned on than with the way you lifted your hips to grind against his mouth for as much friction as you could get to rid out your high- which, he still devoured you through.

He pulled away, sucking his fingers clean befre setting your trembling legs down as he stood up and worked his slacks off, taking in the sight of you before him as you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving and hands gripping the couch while you watched him through hooded eyes. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful in his life, but you were thinking the same as he folded his pants and set them with his suit jacket, standing before  you with only his white dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open so you could admire him fully. His cock hard and throbbing as he made his way back to you, his chin still a bit wet with your own slick. As he sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and situating your legs on either side of him your breath hitched at the sight of him beneath you like this, staring up at you with such an intense array of emotions your heart hammered for an entirely new reason.

How could you deny that you loved this man so much, for so long?

You cupped his jaw with your hands, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his while his hands ran over your thighs and hips, then back down before grabbing just behind your knees and pulling you closer. He muttered your name breathlessly, closing the distance between your lips, only to hesitate as he remembered that his were covered in your filth. You didn’t care, moving the last hairsbreadth until your lips were tasting your own cum on his lips. For a small moment that's all you two did, holding each other and slowly moving closer, trembling lips so soft on the others.

“I’m so in love with you, Seonghwa.” You murmured against his lips, only to have his crashing on yours with a sudden need that had you gasping out. His grip was tighter, pulling you against him with trembling hands. 

Leaving you breathless, he started pressing kisses to your shoulders, muttering your name over and over with such emotion you had to fight off tears, nearling losing the cause when he muttered “I’m so fucking in love with you too, fuck-”

Your sweet moment with him quickly heated up further, your hands running down his arms and then up his chest as his lips found your breasts once more. “Hwa- I can’t take it anymore please-” You rolled your hips, effectively dragging your lips along his shaft and coating him in your slick; he thrust his own upwards in response, sucking a bit harshly on your tit.

“Please what, baby girl?” The shift in his tone had butterflies swirling in  your gut

“I need you Hwa, please-” You whined out, continuing to roll your hips and relishing in the friction, a promise of what was to come.

He hummed against your flesh, stilling your hips with his hands and then lifting you up. “Stay just like that for me then alright?”

You nodded, hands on his shoulders as you watched him reach between you, positioning his head at your entrance and then slowly lifting himself to push in. Gasping out, your hips twitched as if to slam down and take him fully, but his hand on your waist held you still. “Not yet Darling, I want to watch you take in every inch of me-” He sounded just as breathless, pushing up inch by slow inch, his nails digging into the flesh of your side as he tested his own patience, until finally he bottomed out inside you.

Neither of you moved, locking heated gazes as you reveled in the feeling of him throbbing inside you. Time felt frozen for a moment, but each second that passed by had you feeling more and more self conscious. “Hwa, please I- ah!” He cut you off with a sharp thrust upwards, sending your forward so your chest was flat against his.

“Can I grab your hair?” He breathed out against  your ear, followed by another rough thrust and a deeper “Please-”

“Y-yes.” At your consent he reached  up and slipped his hand into your already messed up hair; the hour you took styling it seemed to be wasted as his fingers tugged on the strands and pulled you back just enough to admire the full length of your torso. Before you had time to be self-conscious, he had you quite literally bouncing on his cock hard enough your chest bounced with each thrust. Quickly your whimpers filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin and his low grunts as he worked at a steady pace.

None of your fantasies could compare to this, could even hold a candle to Hwa’s expression as he soaked up the sight of you, bouncing on his lap, his brows pulled together slightly in concentration, biting down on his lip. His soft mutterings of how beautiful you looked like this just made the sight all the more breathtaking.

He shifted, just a bit, somehow that slight movement was all it took to have him hitting the back of your walls, that one spot that drove you crazy, which had you crying out. “Fuck-” His hand dropped from your hair, bringing one of your hands up to your mouth to cover the loud noises spilling from them. He had never heard a more beautiful sound, yet he didn’t want someone hearing you. The loud cheers from below are a gentle reminder of just where you were and that any one of your coworkers could come up here and find you impaled on Seonghwa’s cock like this.

The idea, fueled by his thumb brushing over your clit, quickly had that familiar feeling bubbling in your gut, your whimpers muffled behind your hands. It was when Seonghwa tilted his head back, letting his mouth fall open and looking up at you through his lashes with just the tip of his tongue protruding, that you quickly came undone. Your head fell back, body tensing up and spasming in his hold as he continued to thrust up into you with an erratic pace now, sounds spilling from his lips like no other you have ever heard, moans that had you seeing stars just as much as his thumb was on your overstimulated clit.

“I’m going to-” He broke off on a curse, a few more thrusts before he pulled out, twitching beneath you as his hot cum spilled all over the both of you: your stomach and thighs, his stomach and even his shirt a bit. Both hands on your hips, he pulled you flat against him, devouring the soft whimpers escaping your lips with his own in a breathless kiss.

Slowly the kiss lessened to soft little pecks, moving from your lips to your nose, both cheeks, and then settling on your forehead before his arms wrapped around you and held your head into the crook of his neck. “I love you Beautiful.”

Your chest once more warmed with his admission, tilting your head back to look up, breath catching at the pure soft look in his eyes. “Hwa… I love you too.”

“No more avoiding me okay?”

“Mmm okay.” You rested your head once more, letting out a content sigh. “Do you want to come back to my apartment with me?” 

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, hands running along your exposed back in a soothing manner. “A thousand times yes, but we have a busy schedule tomorrow-”

You groaned, your hands running up his chest to wrap around his neck. “Then tomorrow night? Or when? Hwa…”

“I will as soon as I can.” He kissed you softly. “For now we should clean up and head down before one of them starts looking for us.” You nodded, knowing your presence would be much less missed than Seonghwa’s, in fact it was a miracle that no one had yet.

“Just uh, how do you expect us to clean up?” You giggled when he looked dumbfounded, looking around the room for anything. “I guess I’ll have your cum on me for the rest of the night-” Your giggles turned into full laughter at the playful growl he gave you.

“That just makes me want to cover you up with more.”

“Some other time Hwa, when I can just jump in the shower afterwards.” You patted his shoulders and pulled yourself off of him. His gaze ran along your neck and shoulders, wincing at what he saw. “What? Is it bad?”

Nodding, he stood up and ran his hands over the few marks he had unintentionally left in the heat of the moment. “You’re going to need to borrow my jacket.”

Downstairs Yunho was getting fidgety, glancing at the door as Hongjoong stood before him once more, arms crossed and once again asking what had happened to Seonghwa. “I told you, he said he left the vacuum on too long and needed to rush off and take care of it before it blew up.” He repeated the inside joke, recalling the not so discreet way Seonghwa had run after you earlier, the words “I left the vacuum on” leaving his lips in a soft mutter before very much calling after you.

They all had known Seonghwa had it down bad for you for some time, but like you, had kept it professional, despite the dozens of times Hwa would drag one of the others to talk to you because he “felt like he would melt under your smile if he was alone.”

Hongjoong had noticed Seonghwa leave just after you, so he wasn’t convinced at Yunho’s protests. “I swear if this vacuum is who I think it is, I’m scolding you both.”

Yunho gave a playful salute. “Yes sir!”

Needless to say when  you both had returned, hair haphazardly fixed and you wearing Seonghwa’s jack very tightly around your body, Hongjoong and Yunho knew right away what happened. While you managed to make the excuse to leave the party and run off, Hwa had to deal with his Captain.

But Seonghwa knew he’d rather listen to Hongjoong’s scolding for an entire week then hear another one of Yunho’s vacuum puns. “So, how was the suction?”

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

I was rewatching Good Omens for the fiftieth time and I just noticed that Hastur's hair is a wig. A wig. It's left behind on Crowley's desk when he was caught in the answering machine - Hastur puts it on top of his frog head thingy, not the other way around!

[doodlintv]

I rewatched the rottmnt movie for the fiftieth time and I thought the beginning was gonna hurt so much worse after reading Cass’s comic (and it did) but what I didn’t expect was in the scene where Casey is telling Mikey and Donnie about their futures to hurt 10 million times more. Like the way Casey’s face goes all soft when he tells Donnie he was the most brilliant mind in the future like FUCK that’s his uncle tello :-( that hurt.

[batneko]

…you and your bowuigi au are about to make me go rewatch megamind for the fiftieth time

The thing about good, creative movies is it makes us think "what if my Favorite Guys were also in this situation???" Go forth and rewatch, my friend.

[pinkrangerv]

So I was rewatching Power Rangers in Space for like the fiftieth time because I was diagnosed on Fark.com with 'weapons-grade autism' and I am very proud of this (also, I need to make a hat).

And I noticed something.

During Karone's arc, when she discovers who she is, we aren't supposed to be cheering for TJ and the Space Rangers.

At the point she goes onto the Megaship, it is very clearly established that she is 1) brainwashed 2) constantly being threatened with death and 3) being abused by Dark Spectre. We know this. Andros knows this. And Andros has told the others, repeatedly.

This is the point where the Power Rangers are supposed to save her from Dark Spectre. We've seen this in other cases of Rangers getting turned--usually Tommy, but Kat also got saved, because that's what Power Rangers are supposed to do.

Instead Karone thinks she needs to bargain her way to safety with Zordon's location, and she's right. Andros tries to stand up for her, but TJ and the others override him almost instantly.

We aren't supposed to agree with that. That's why TJ apologizes later. That's why the Rangers get so close to dying when they ignore Karone's plan and don't ask her for help.

So let's just take a minute to remember: A kid's show in 1998 expected people to use critical thinking, even about superheroes.

Because holy shit, I love this show so much now.

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Ok so i was rewatching the marvels teaser that came out today for the fiftieth time and i couldn’t help but focus on the part where Kamala shares her powers.

Based on the clips it looks like she’s all “pppfffttt yeah i got a pretty sick bangle. it’s how i got my power” without mentioning to the other two that she had the other one or even realizing that it might be important to mention

and then carol and monica are all “AND YOU FORGOT TO MENTION THIS WHY” hence why Carol seems to have an aggressive tone when she ask kamala “where did you get this?”

idk thought it was funny and interesting and i’m curious if this is how the scene pretty much goes

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Rewatching Bee and Puppycat for the fiftieth time

Never realized how the music box Bee fixes in episode two is symbolic of her and the other characters

"The king is in heaven" Bee's dad is away from home

"The witch is in slumber" Cardamon's mom is in a coma

"The princess is lost in the woods" I haven't actually been able completely finish rewatching all of bapc so it's been awhile, but I believe this is referring to Bee and how she feels lost? Or maybe it's referring to Sticky?

"The child is left alone" Cardamon

Edit: Im an idiot, it's completely focusing on Cardamon's story, his dad is the king. That still leaves the princess-