༻༺She/Her 19 ༻༺
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ok look..
listen..
just hear me out...
oh look my ride is here
good night
first glance i deadass thought this was Niall and Zayn ...😬lmao
under the weather 😔
P.s. i'll be inactive for a month so i have my shitty drafts queued up and scheduled.. so u guys will have to deal with shitty content for a lil. sorry lmao
i'd like to point out that this song came on when i started making this post
what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjkkkkkkk
Temporary Unit Chief Derek gave me an idea…
i absolutely love this <3
nothing has been more important to my being queer than when i went to my first pride parade, got seperated from my group, had a panic attack about it and was sitting on the side of the road holding a tiny genderfluid flag and freaking out. then this six foot five drag queen in four inch heels appeared from literally nowhere and sat down next to me. i, this scared-shitless trans bi kid at pride for the first time, very nervously told her she looked pretty and i told her my name and that i got lost and didn't feel like i should be at pride and she held my hand and said "oh, honey, everybody deserves to be here, especially you. pride is for everybody who's ever gotten lost, who's been scared of who they are or where they are. you think we never been scared before? pride's for you, honey, because you're scared. you don't have to be proud right now, but you're gonna be one day, honey, i'm sure of it."
i found my group soon after that and i never saw that queen again but to this day i am convinced i met an angel.
so yeah. pride is for you. pride is for all of us.
i can't believe this man is over 40 😭
i- i couldn't pick one picture so uh..this became a photo dump.
outfits i'd k!ll to see spencer reid in
yes the iconic gray sweatpants
i honestly prefer black but it's still a gate way to see his cock-ROACH cockroach
(COCK)ROACHES
his cock...... tails 🧍🏼♀️
....ty now byebye 🫠
this is so good! gave me MOREEEE
dude why is ralvez so underrated i need more content that's wholesome like thiss 😭
blue christmas
Summary: Spencer finds the perfect opportunity to show Luke that he'd like to kick their relationship up a notch.
Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: references to Spencer's time in prison, PTSD mention, reference to Spencer's mother's illness, loneliness and Christmas...that being said, this is a happy love filled romantic comfort story.
Read on AO3: blue christmas
Author's Notes: This is my discord Secret Santa gift for @merpancake! It took me out of my comfort zone and I hope I did them justice. You asked for Spencer being the one to make a gesture and boy did he ever! Thank you for challenging me, and thank you for being you. I know you've had a rough year and I hope that this brings at least a small smile to your face. Much love to you my friend! <3 Merry Happy Winter Holidays!
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It was Penelope’s idea. He kept telling himself that as he stood surveying his apartment, the vintage garland strung up over his prized bookshelves and a small, somewhat bare tree lit up in the corner where his favorite chair should have been. Spencer didn’t like change, and the tree had caused some considerable change but it was the only place he could put it. A lit tree needed to be near a window, on display, and he had to admit that it did look very pretty from the street. Inviting. Warm. Festive. Things that didn’t usually describe his apartment this time of year.
“You don’t have to decorate,” Penelope had said with a smile. “It’s just...you have room, your place is bigger than mine. And we always do this stuff at Rossi’s.”
“Because he has a mansion,” Spencer pointed out with a smirk. She nodded.
“Sure, and that’s fun...but sometimes it’s nice to be a little more cozy.”
What she really meant, he realized, was that his apartment was quiet and sad and more of a place for him to close himself off than anything else. It had always been that way, perhaps, but it was definitely worse since he’d been in prison. She wasn’t wrong.
So, it was Penelope’s idea, and she planned the food and drinks and the Secret Santa exchange...all he had to do was open his door and let everyone in. The decorations came from a box he’d had stashed in his coat closet, way up high, gathering dust. Decorations from when he was a child, things he thought might be lauded as containing poison nowadays but brought back good memories. His mother would put them up even after his father left, she would deck their halls to make him feel something good for the season. And she managed it during the good times and the bad times, it was always something she insisted on. Even if she had never been a fan of the holiday herself, and even if it was the wrong time of year when she did it. More than once he’d woken to Christmas garlands and a full stocking in the middle of July, that was just how it was. And it was okay by him, he’d learned to accept that time didn’t move the same for his mother as it did for everyone else.
And now he was following in her footsteps, throwing decorations over his belongings for the benefit of other people. The garland was shedding all over his floor, scraps of silvery tinsel on hard wood.
Surprisingly, once the apartment was full of twinkling lights and silver garland, it made him smile too. Even the mess was festive.
“Oh, Boy Wonder, you did so good!” Penelope gushed when she walked in, her arms full of bags.
That was how it started, with her oohing and aahing over all of his vintage decorations, over how much space he had, over how many books he had. She’d only been here once or twice before and every time she managed to forget how lovely his place was. Not that she was surprised in the least. It suited him in every single way. “People will be here soon! Are you excited?”
“I uh…” he started, eyes darting over all of the once empty surfaces she’d covered with punch bowls and food trays almost instantly. His apartment looked like a party now. “Yes. Actually. I am.” He was a little surprised to admit that, a little surprised that it wasn’t a lie.
By the time his apartment was full of people, he was regretting it. Just a little. After spending nearly a year locked up, he didn’t do crowds well. They set his nerves on fire and he found himself looking over his shoulder anxiously whether it was warranted or not. In this case, it wasn’t, not even a little...these people were his family...but every movement out of his periphery made his heart jump. He was wishing the party was over and it had barely even begun.
“Secret Santa time!” Penelope exclaimed, waving her arms in the air to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone go find your gift on the table and open them.”
Spencer watched the crush of bodies headed for the little table and waited patiently until it cleared before going and grabbing his, the only one left. He held it close to his chest , unopened, while watching everyone else tear into theirs. Luke in particular.
He’d manipulated his way into being Luke’s Secret Santa, and while that wasn’t strictly against any rules Penelope had laid out he had felt at least a little guilty for ruining the sanctity of random. It was just...they’d been seeing each other casually for a few months, and he’d found himself more than a little bored by it. Not in a way that meant he wanted to stop, but in a way he hadn’t ever really felt before...he was ready to kick it up a notch. Luke looked into the box full of dog toys, little stuffed elves and reindeer and coffee cups and smiled that bright, intoxicating smile that said Spencer had done well. Very well. When their eyes met he mouthed thank you and Spencer could feel the butterflies in his stomach, a warmth that spread from his chest down into his pants. If they were alone right now that smile would be enough to make him drag Luke into the bedroom, it held that much power over him. Instead, Spencer inclined his head briefly, nodding for Luke to meet him in the kitchen.
There, he presented Luke with another gift, one not intended to be opened in front of a crowd. Just a small box he’d been holding in his pocket. An unmarked little white thing with a bright red bow wrapped around it, simple and elegant. “You proposing to me, Agent Reid?” Luke asked with a smirk and a wink. Spencer flushed. That didn’t help that growing warmth in his belly.
“Just open it before I regret it.”
“You never asked my ring size…”
“You know what? I’m taking it back.” Spencer reached out for the box and Luke playfully batted him away.
“Mine,” Luke huffed, delicately untying the bow and popping the lid open. Inside, nestled in a cloudy bed of cotton, was a gleaming silver key. Brand new, freshly cut. Luke grinned. “I’ve always wanted a key,” he said, always the jokester. Spencer reached into his pocket and procured his own keychain, holding up one that matched the key in the box. A little worse for the wear, a little worn down, but a perfect match.
“I’m not sure we’re ready to move in together,” Spencer started, the flush rising from his neck into his cheeks. His skin prickled beneath his wool sweater. “But I thought maybe you’d like to have a key to my place. It’s closer to work, so if you leave late and need a place to crash...or you know...you can just come in. Anytime.”
“Spencer Reid…” Luke said, stepping closer. “Are you sure?” He knew how Spencer felt about his privacy, and how he’d struggled against the PTSD prison left him with. Sharing his apartment in this way felt...well...huge. Unbelievably huge. Luke almost couldn’t believe it.
“I um, yeah. I’m sure. Come here…” he said, grabbing Luke by the hand and dragging him out into the hallway and toward his bedroom. Everyone was so occupied by their gifts and the music that they didn’t seem to notice the two of them had gone missing. “I got you a toothbrush to keep here...and…” he opened a drawer on his dresser, empty where it hadn’t been the day before. “And your own drawer. If you want it.”
“If I want it?” Luke asked, cocking his head to the side. “Spencer…” But he didn’t know the words to adequately sum up how he felt, so he just reached up and hooked Spencer by the back of the neck before pulling him in for a kiss. Spencer tasted like candy canes, his lips sticky from the candy he’d been nervously eating since the party started. Luke had been watching him with the candy cane in his mouth since he’d come in, it was driving him absolutely insane with want. “I love it.”
“You do?” Spencer asked cautiously. “Really?”
“I do. Merry Christmas Spencer,” Luke whispered into another peppermint sugar kiss, this time deeper, hungrier. He was craving candy canes now too.
“Merry Christmas Luke.”
grieving the person you used to be
marian keyes// ?// bigger than the whole sky, taylor swift// fiona apple// @inkskinned// would've, could've, should've, taylor swift// father, the front bottoms// @inanotherunivrse// ?// memento mori, crywank// @dakotajohnsongf// @ryebreadgf// quote: deathless, catherynne m. valente edit:? // bojack horseman s6 e16// a pearl, mitski// would've, could've,should've, taylor swift// ?// ?// ?// @heavensghost
little pookie being too cute 🥺
Spencer Reid looking shocked/disgusted
3? dude needs like 8 kids.
sOAP WHAT THE FUCK
oh my god.
“oh i’m a feminist. i wanna put a woman on top. and on the back, on her knees”
happy thanksgiving
i'm really thankful for matthew gray gubler hands and spencer reid and his fabulous hands and smut writers and mgg and his hands and lesley and his hands and chip and his hands and paul and his hands and-
ISTG i need a whole season of bitchy spencer rn
I don't care, I LOVE bitchy Spencer.
I love how he throws doors on his way out as he walks away from every conversation that presses his buttons and comes too close to home for comfort.
I love how he puts his filter off and says what he actually thinks regardless of how unpolite or unprofessional it might be ("Boys sort this kind of stuff by themselves..." "yeah, and now Owen is sorting it out with an assault rifle" was peak.")
I love how he doesn't even care who he is talking to- be it an cop, a teammate, his superiors, or a fucking court of law.
I love the way that the smartest man on the room is spirilling from being based, to just say the educated, articulated version of "how dare you."
I love how he to tries to look unpassive and cold but you can see on his fucking eyes and the way his Adam's ap is shivering more than usual that he is not just angry, he is fucking upset over this.
I love how, despite this, he rarely -if ever- raises his voice. The passive-aggressiveness is the key.
I love to mumble a "Was he wrong tho...." every time the camera focuses on the rest of the cast staring in disbelief and concern.
I live for him to let his walls down after a whole day of making everyone's life harder and actually say what had been bothering him all day, in a not-so-rare but equally delicious moment of vulnerability after over-compensating for it all day(s)
I love that in the end, he is able to put his own remorse, hurt and anger aside to dedicate and soft, sincere smile to those that deserve it (newborn Henry, the unsub of the week, etc) and focus on the good things alone.
You couldn't have all that shit on someone that has a even a glimpse of emotional maturity so thank fucking god for it, it feeds me well uwu
POV the neighbor was actually hotch (yk bc it's literally canon) ...unknowingly to the both of them until later when reader finally meets the team and hotch is like "i swear she sounds so familiar" and later he finds out spencer lives next door and uh...
Could you maybe write a blurb or fic where Spencer just goes completely feral over how loud reader is in bed 🥵
a/n: im almost certain this is not what you asked for but i got this plot idea and hjhhhhhhhdhf
They say good couples share bad habits. This had become true in the six months you and Spencer had been together. The bad habit in question was being reported to the police for excessive noise by his really bitter neighbors.
Now, what kind of noise could a quiet FBI agent and a simple person, such as yourself, make, you may ask? Well, that would be the obnoxiously loud moans and cries that you used to let out during sex.
"Fuck, fuck!" you would have said more, but the fact that your knees were touching your breasts as Spencer had you in a mating press had scrambled your brain beyond the skill to speak.
He himself could only smile at the fact that your moans had overpowered the sound of moist skin lapping together. He loved when you were so loud, nay, he loved when he fucked you so good you had no choice but to share it with the world.
You could feel his entire shaft bury itself within you, the sensation of his testicles against your ass just serving as confirmation of the fact.
His member was tinted a vague white, the thing with Spencer is that you never understood where he got such stamina from. The speed of his thrusts were proportional to the decibels of your whimpers, the louder you yelled, the more eager he used to get.
Smack! A loud banging noise distracted you a little, causing you to shut up for a second. Spencer, however, did not give in to the sound of the door being pounded, eyes still on your flushed face, cock still hitting the deepest ends of your pussy.
"Can you please shut the fuck up?!" a stranger yelled from outside his apartment door "Come on man, shut your whore up! it's been two hours!"
You brought your hands to your mouth, trying to fight back the noises that you were making out of embarrassment.
"No, no." Spencer lowered his speed to talk "What are you doing? I need to hear you."
"Your neighbors can hear everything!" you barely whispered.
"They should be thankful." he reached for your wrists to open the path for your mouth again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips "I bet he touches himself to your moans." he bucked his hips forward slowly, and a whimper escaped you "Yeah, those delicious little sounds you make. Takes a simple exhale to have me rock hard, couldn't blame him if the way you screamed made him cum in his pants."
His narrative had gotten so filthy, so unlike him, a facade that you only saw whenever he knew he had you at his mercy, the sort of information he could only get by the sounds of pleasure he loved so much. Without your permission, your walks ended up clenching around him, aching for his previous pace to take over again.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he smiled in your direction, his forehead touching yours "I would normally be jealous, but you feel so good I can barely think straight."
"Spencer..." you muttered in a begging tone, a much lower one compared to what he liked.
"What was that?" his hips began to pick up their pace once again "Speak up, baby, he can't hear you."
"Spencer!" your tone began to raise once more as the thrusts became faster.
"That's good." he praised "Let's show him what my little whore can do."
