#dr gf

[ikasdeadasf]

more vbros stuff lets get ittt...

[maruchanart]

Do we fw a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde AU

[adamant-hearts]

Can confirm the power of celebrity endorsement is real 😳😳 I somehow managed to sell this fictional cologne to myself while drawing them

[hermitollien]

Rogue

[paintedcrows]

Assorted Gravity Falls doodles!

[basslinegrave]

[reidsdimples]

Claiming Marks

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

18+❤️‍🔥 MDNI‼️

Spencer can’t focus at work after you cover him in hickeys.

“Lay bag down,” you shove Spencer back onto the bed. You’re in his lap and you latch your mouth onto a clean patch of skin on his chest.

You suck hard and bite down until an angry red hickey appears. He sucks air through his teeth and grinds his dick up against your already used pussy. You had just finished riding him, just finished draining his cock for everything he had. Now you wanted to mark him.

You counted twelve marks on his chest, five on his abs, and placed your hand over his mouth as you bit down on his shoulder. His large hands gripped your naked hips and he whined into your hand.

“Such a good boy,” you praise. You lace your hands into his hair and pull his head back, exposing his throat.

You suck softer there but leave a small mark over his Adam’s Apple.

“Angel,” he half warns half moans.

You tighten your grip on his hair and mark the other side of his neck and shoulders.

“Fuck,” he pants and rolls his eyes back.

You finally move up to his mouth and kiss him hard, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth and releasing it.

“You’re free to go, Dr. Reid,” you tease and move off of him.

“Hotch is going to have a fit,” he smiles sheepishly as he pulls on his pants.

“Just wear a scarf,” you beam and cross your legs on his bed.

He mocks you playfully and tosses a pillow at your head.

“I’m going to have to,” he smiles.

—

Spencer pulls on the scarf which is wrapped around his neckas he flips through a file.

“Kid what gives? It’s 88 degrees outside,” Derek asks and leans on his desk.

“I always wear layers,” he clears his throat.

“Maybe, but…” he yanks the side of the scarf down and gets a glance at the purple hickey there. “Woah!”

“Shh, shut up,” Spencer stands as his cheeks turn red.

“Pretty boy got himself a vampire!” He laughs.

“What happened?” Emily joins in.

“Nothing,” Spencer looks at Morgan wide eyed.

“Spencer has girlfriend,” Derek tattles.

“Awww! Who is she?” Emily asks.

“It’s new, her name is Y/N,” he admits.

He exits the conversation when Hotch calls him to the office for a debriefing.

Later Spencer shifts his legs under his desk. He’s far too aware of every mark you’ve left on him.

His clothes rub against the ones on his chest and abdomen, sending need straight to his cock. He clears his throat and blinks away the images of you swallowing his cum that morning before biting down on his stomach. Fuck.

He paws at his neck, reminding him of how sweet your pussy tasted first thing in the morning. He dropped his pen. He couldn’t focus.

“Hey Reid, how many murders are there in Cincinnati per year?” JJ interrupts his perverted thoughts. 

“In the last five years there have been an average of 72 murders per year,” he answers, distractedly.

“No way, I call bullshit,” Derek points at him.

“Look it up,” Spencer holds his hands up defensively. His sweater shifts and images flash of your filthy mouth tracing every inch of his skin and marking it for your own.

“The kids right,” Rossi announces.

“I’m going to get you one of these days, lover boy,” Derek teases.

“Good boy, my good boy, fucking me so good,” your voice floods him in waves.

“I ah- I’ll be right back,” Spencer stammers.

He stiffens and rushes to the restroom. His cock is straining against his pants by the time he locks the door behind him. He lifts up his shirt and stares at the marks left by your perfect mouth.

A small moan escapes him when he presses his palm against this cock for some relief. He didn’t want to have to do it, but he couldn’t help it.

He pulls his cock free and licks his palm before gripping it firmly. All over again it’s your mouth, your pussy, your ass clenching around him and it drives him crazy.

He pumps his cock with steady long strokes, biting down on his lip as he revels in the sensation. He recalls yours moans, the look on your face when he stretched your cunt around him. The way you clawed at his back when he slammed into your cunt completely.

He could still feel your cum dripping down his balls and legs as he fucked you. He could see you biting down on your pretty plump lips and rubbing your tight pussy for him.

He could hear you screaming his name as he pounded into your ass which drove you crazy. You came so hard just from that alone that he explodes into the toilet just remembering your mewls and cries into his bedsheets.

“Fuck,” he rasps and leansagainst the wall.

He pushes his hair back from his eyes and fixes himself in the mirror.

He couldn’t wait to get home to you.

[comicdez]

pt2 to Dr, Oswald accidentally finding out Bills' phobias!

pt1 here

[thetorturedlovergirl]

High school au with them

Rockstar 13, straight A student Yaz and pathetic nerd Spy.

[amberpriceenthusiast]

“My 3 weed smoking girlfriends” and then it’s the jigsaw apprentices

[maruchanart]

Stanford Henry Pines and William Edward Cipher - Jekyll and Hyde AU designs :3

Art based on the artwork of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by: Ivan Shavrin

Instead of wanting to separate one's being through a potion, like Jekyll, Stanford is interested in investigating parallel universes and finding out if he can project parts of people that they didn't want onto an alternative version of themselves, getting rid of the negative side easily. He found out about William through a book that appeared in his lab after coming home from a failed pitch for his research and summoned him. William lies saying that he knows how to make an interdimensional portal that would serve as an access point to a giant network of dimensions, he offers his guidance and knowledge in exchange for control of Ford's mind and body. He then instructed Stanford on how to create a drug that would prevent neural connections and transmissions to allow easier access to his brain.

William would use this drug with previous researchers or even large groups of people (cults) to facilitate possession and control and make the mind weaker to his influence over time, which is how he was able to intrude without it later on

[the-east-art]

To quote @browniefox cuz she’s funnier than me: Dr Shrunks brother, the shrink

[gaeagaea-art]

matchy matchy ~ 💜💚

inspired by some style savvy fits under the cut!! (++ other style savvy fits i think would suit the 5 wise generals)

The SenGen date fit 💚💜

Ukyo 💛

Gen 💜

Chrome 💙

Ryusui ❤️

Senku 💚 (the lab coat stays on all the time ~ the date outfit was the only exception 😆)

[draculovemp3]

my beautiful butch lover looks so good here screaming and crying and throwing up

[reidsdimples]

Boyfriend Boy Genius

Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Gf!Reader

Just fluff 🧸

“Spence!” You giggle and lace your fingers behind his neck.

He lifts you up under your butt and swings you around.

“I missed you, angel,” he leans in and nuzzles your nose with an Eskimo kiss which just makes you giggle harder.

“I missed you more,” you smile when he places you down.

“How’d the consult go on the Washington case?” He asks you.

“Good, I heard Seattle got messy,” you frown as you lean against his desk.

“Yeah but we got him. Streets are 3.89% safer now,” he smiles.

“That can’t be accurate,” you roll your eyes.

“Actually it is, I based it on the population, the known crime trends for the past decade, as well as known active serial killers in the Pacific Northwest. The Uptown Stabber’s body count and time between kills earned him a significant percentage of the cities crime rate this year and…” he drops into his seat. “I’m rambling…”

“Go on,” you smirk and nudge his converse with the white tip of your own.

“I got you something,” he clutches his shoulder bag nervously.

You tug on it but he holds it in place, his chair sliding a little closer.

“Hands off,” Hotch says somewhere behind you. Both of you instinctively back up.

The team knew about you two, obviously. It just couldn’t be flaunted it work. It had to stay professional.

“What is ittttt?” You whine and pout your lip at your boyfriend.

He whips out a 8x10 print in a sleeve which you’re unsure of at first. Then he turns it to show you.

“No you didn’t!” You gasp.

He had gotten a signed mini poster from the last Twilight movie with all of the main casts signatures. It even had a certificate of authenticity.

“Made the special trip! The lady had it signed by the cast when she worked as an extra,” he beamed.

“I could kiss you right now! You know that?” You stamp your feet and hug the picture to your chest.

“I know you lost a bid on one and she put this up for auction at one of the little shops in Forks,” he pulls off his shoulder bag and finally gets comfortable in his chair.

“You’re the best baby,” you lean down to kiss him.

“Uh, ew,” Morgan mocks and stops you two before your lips meet. “Don’t make me get Hotch.”

“I dare you, what’s up?” You laugh.

“I need the file on Rayburn,” he informs.

“One sec,” you return to your desk.

“Twilight? Really?” Morgan tsks.

“Oh shut up!” You shove him his folder.

—

“Dinner,” you assert.

“Just dinner,” he echoes. He kisses you again and you lead him to your front door.

Spencer is nearly drunk on your presence, on your scent. He half stumbles as he walks too fast for your short strides. He trips over his two feet and accidentally kicks the back of your shoe.

“Maybe sleep too?” He asks.

“Yes baby, I know you had a long flight today. What are you in the mood for? Pizza? I’m not cooking.”

“Pizzas good,” he sits on your couch and picks up the book you’re reading.

“Uh!” You snatch it. “Not for you.”

“Angel?” He stands. “Are you reading smut to keep yourself occupied while I’m away?” He takes your face between his hands and kisses you sweetly.

“You wish,” you slap his chest and turn from him.

He gathers you by your hips and wrestles you under him onto the couch. You’re giggling so hard that tears well up in your eyes. His messy hair falls over his forehead and he’s giddy at the sound of your laughter.

When you stop he buries his face in your neck to kiss you before tickling you once you’re lured into a false sense of security.

“Spencer!” You shout and thrash beneath him.

“Say my name again,” he pauses tickling you.

“No,” you turn your head from him and pout.

“I love it though,” he tickles you again until you snort.

You’re snorts spurn on more laughter between the two of you and everything is perfect because he’s back.

“Fine fine! Spencer,” you laugh uncontrollably. He stops tickling you and kisses you. “Spencer,” you whisper.

He nuzzles into your neck and sighs.

“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer,” you whisper and rub his back gently. He hums against your neck, enjoying the sensation.

You could stay like this with him forever- entangled in each other, the sound of his breathing mixed with yours, your fingers in his soft hair and rubbing his back. It’s perfect.

“Hopefully Hotch lets us go on the next case together,” you muse longingly.

He adjusts his hips between your legs and kisses you softly with a moan that matches your own.

“Hopefully,” he smirks and kisses your nose as his hands grip your hips.

[whaliiwatching]

no way!!! it's Other Characters!!!!!