Did anyone else remember this quick shot where the cam reverses and shoots Bev from Pennywise’s “front door?” Obviously it’s safe to assume that this is where he lives. But it’s not like… a cave, or a pipe, or some sort of “lair.” It has a door knob. And light inside.
Like, he presumably goes in, closes the door, and does other things between hanging out in sewers and absolutely scaring the shit out of children.
What the heck does he do? I mean… is he a read-in-front-of-the-fireplace kind of guy, or like, a finish-the-NY Times CrossWord-over-tea kind of guy?
LET THE BOY SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!
All the keith angst here from the vlog was getting to me… the boy looks the most beautiful when he’s smiling and happy cmon guys T-T
Also Stephen yeun has the CUTEST fucking laugh we need to hear that more ok thanks
Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much
Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.
A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)
- M xo
(Gif not mine, credit to owner)
Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer.
Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?
You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.
You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.