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I need to see how you draw the third doctor looks like pleeeeeease! Heâs my favorite!
I offer you this doodle of him and Jo Grantđ¤˛
#I love the colourful circles in his intro. we take colour tv for granted tbh!!!#let's go back to having fun and trippy visuals#donutdrawsthings#fanart#3rd doctor#third doctor#the third doctor#jo grant#doctor who#doctor who art#doctor who fanart#dw art#dw fanart#doctor who jo#doodle#digital art#classic who#classic doctor who#doctor who classic#AND BRO JO'S OUTFIT IN THE 3 DOCTORS...#OBSESSED WITH IT LOWKEY! IT LOOKS SO GOOD#request#ask
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Whereâs that post I made about Mike being the companion that broke under the horrors bc Iâm still right. When I think abt the THINGS some companions have had to endure and have still seemingly been fine, and then I think of mike losing himself and his values to a festering psychological wound that left him open to radicalisation, itâs like he is the evidence that actually everything isnât fine.
Which is why itâs so important that he should be next seen in meditation, in the seeking of peace, in quietness and healing because not only is he a character that needs it heâs also a character that knows he needs it and seeks it out for himself, because he doesnât recognise who he is anymore and he wants, not to redeem himself in the eyes of others (he wonât even go near UNIT, not even when he needs their help, he goes through Sarah Jane instead!), but to become a better person, to stop being a threat, and to heal for his own soulâs sake.
And so he goes from someone who was willing to see the entirety of human history erased, to someone who will risk his life for one person and the fact that that ultimately saves his life always imo comes across as a bit easy if you watch planet of the spiders without this context in mind. But when you do think about where Mike has been, psychologically, from the green death through to planet of the spiders, it doesnât seem easy at all but actually a significant if understated character moment.
#mike yates#waxing lyrical about my blorbos in the middle of the night#but for real mikes healing arc is SO much to me#I think one of the crucial things about the green death is firstly that the doctor asks him to go back#like I genuinely think Mike would not have been as traumatised by his experiences as he was if he hadnât IMMEDIATELY been forced back into#the traumatic situation#and the second thing is that Jo leaves at the end#mike is straight up NOT having a good time#like he goes through an extremely traumatic event and then has to immediately reexpose himself to it without any chance to process what happ#ened to him#and then he loses one of his best friends almost immediately afterwards#ESPECIALLY since jo would be the person MOST likely to understand what he is going through#and they both know that#the first day they met Jo was manipulated into attacking her friends by a power beyond her own will#which is exactly what has just happened to Mike#and Mike witnessed All of that so he knows. he KNOWS that jo would understand#but he canât talk to her about it because sheâs getting married and leaving
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I know very little about Dr who, who is Idris?
Okay, let me set the stage:
Ancient being who is eternally kind but also infinitely lonely due to being the only one left of their own kind, journeys through time with a spaceship that's also a time machine and (mostly) human companions.
The spaceship is called a TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, and has been established as sentient. Multiple TARDISes exist across the franchise, but the Doctor's TARDIS specifically looks like a blue police telephone box and is bigger on the inside. It's also a fact that, while sentient, the TARDIS has no way of communicating with words, she doesn't have an interface or anything.
The Doctor's companions inevitably leave for various reasons, be it death or stuck in other dimensions or just plain choosing to no longer travel with the Doctor. But the TARDIS was, is and will always be a constant.
Now, The Doctor's Wife features an enemy who feeds on TARDISes by ripping out the matrix/consciousness, stick it into a flesh body to burn out, and then consume the remaining energy with no intrusion.
When this happened to the Doctor's TARDIS, she was stuck into a woman called Idris. Barely anything is known about Idris before she became the TARDIS' vessel, so I use the name mainly for the TARDIS consciousness and TARDIS for the ship.
So the TARDIS shuts down because its matrix is gone and Idris is stuck in a too small body and the ability to form words. Tenses and linear time confuse greatly, to the point where even when alone she keeps speaking lines from conversations she will have later. There's also the issue of social norms.
Idris: You're my thief! Look at you! Goodbye-- no, not goodbye, what's the other one?
Doctor: Why am I a thief, what have I stolen?
Idris: Me, you're going to steal me, you have stolen me, you are stealing me-- Oh, tenses are difficult, aren't they?
Uncle: Just keep back from this one, she bites!
Idris: Do I? Excellent! (bites the Doctor)
Doctor: Ow! Owww!
Idris: Oh, biting's excellent! It's like kissing, only there's a winner!
Idris: It means the smell of dust after rain.
Rory: What does?
Idris: Petrichor.
Rory: But I didn't ask.
Idris: Not yet. But you will.
Things happen and it takes a while until the Doctor realizes that Idris is the TARDIS. And I've been trying for hours now to find the words but I genuinely think that I can only properly explain their dynamic by just showing it.
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Suranne Jones did such a good job playing Idris. The whole episode is a delight, and then the ending hits. I have rewatched this episode at least 100 times now and I keep crying at that final scene. Like [gestures vaguely]. A madman and his box. They both stole each other and are each others' most faithful companions.
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Amy: Look at you pair. It's always you and her, isn't it, long after the rest of us have gone.
Doctor: You say that as if it's a bad thing.
I basically just spoiled the whole episode but I genuinely cannot talk about why I love Idris without doing so. Taking what basically amounts to a plot device machine for the last 50 years and make her into her own character for one episode is genius.
TLDR: IDRIS = TARDIS CONSCIOUSNESS AND VERY GOOD CHARACTER, LOVE LOTS
#i hope this helps you understand and/or makes sense even a little bit#im sorry this took so long and im sorry that after the wait i basically just threw some quotes and two scenes at you#thank you for the ask anyway!#if this word salad didnt explain anything or you need more explanation pls dont hesitate to send another ask and ill do my best!#browniefox#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#idris doctor who#video#when a jo speaks
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Crime Show Meme - CSI: NY insp [1/5 dynamics]
-> Mac Taylor and Claire Conrad-Taylor (portrayed by Gary Sinise and Jamie Ray-Newman, 2011 - 2012)
#csi#csi: ny#crime show meme#crime show meme: csi: ny#mac taylor#stella bonesera#danny messer#lindsay monroe#sheldon hawkes#sid hammerback#don flack#jo danville#idc that they only have two episodes they have more chemistry than all of Macs love interests combined (except from that doctor in s6) you#can just tell that shes so right for him like the first scene with the opera tickets she's like âIve been asking you to take me for agesâ#and you just know she absolutely DID NOT put up with his shit#anyway I love them
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If the characters in your current WIP could freeze time for a day, what would they do with that time?
Currently I am working on a Doctor Who fanfic focused on Jo Grant so I shall use her.
And tbf if she discovered she had that power she'd very like Just Another Tuesday. and probably go talk to the Doctor about it.
My secondary main character in this particular fic is Sargent Benton and if he and Jo got together I think they'd have a splendid day away from the rest of UNIT eating cheese and toast and gossiping.
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the theme of the mood board is gay i guess




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2, 3, 9, 10, 19, 20 for the fic writer asks please?
Thank you!
2. Do you read/reread your own fics?
Oh, all the time. Often as a comfort thing, because I usually really like the tropes I use in fics.
3. Whatâs your favorite fic that youâve written?
Probably "Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)" (my slice of life comfort fic with big city Dentist Nyssa meeting surfer lady Tegan in a small Cornish town).
9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what youâve written!
Normally, I try to write at least 400 words a day (like Terry Pratchett did) but I haven't been able to do much lately as I'm currently moving in my first house. However; I did write this evening! Here's a quick snippet (it's literally my first draft of this fic so it might not end up in the final fic)
âIâm sorry, it is rather funny,â Jo said, giggling. âIâm certain Benton wonât say a word to anyone. Although -given where your hands were going when we were dancing last night-â âYou little minx!â Jo let out a happy squeal as Liz turned over and wrapped her arms around the younger woman, pressing kisses to her neck.
10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
Soooo many. When I was still writing for The Old Fandom, I had someone comment on a smut collection to slut-shame a female character and to say that they were apparently grossed out by another character appearing.
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.
Oh, you guys are making me give out little teasers for fics! Love it! Here's a snippet from the chapter-in-progress for my Highwayman!AU; hope you like it!
With a sudden shock, Tegan realised that she was now straddling the phantomâs waist. The highwaymanâs cloak had ballooned out behind them, and was now acting the part of a large blanket, protecting both of them from the we and muddy grass. The buttons of their shirt beginning to gap, and their legs squirmed slightly underneath Tegan. A strand of curly brown hair escaped from under their hat, trailing down over the mask that covered their eyes. As Teganâs brown eyes met the grey-green orbs below her, she was suddenly aware that, up close, the phantom didnât look like a man at all. In fact, with the way their chest was heaving in and out, and their face flushed a delicate pink colour, they almost looked like a- Teganâs face flushed. âS-sorry!â Tegan exclaimed, feeling her heart pounding against her chest. She was suddenly aware of her own thighs pressing into the legs of the phantom, and she made to stand up.
You guys are in for a treat with this next chapter; my apologies for the delay, it is almost nearing completion.
20. Whatâs a favorite title for a fic youâve written?
"Murder On The Dancefloor" is one of my favourites, but I also like "Rivers In The Light" and "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow"; all of which are from songs I love (by Sophie Ellis-Bexter, Tide Lines and The Shirelles, respectively).
Thanks for the asks, mate!
#writing#ask#message#practically-an-x-man#doctor who fanfiction#highwayman!au#tegan/nyssa#nyssa/tegan#jo/liz#liz/jo#'stand and deliver!'
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So there is this Instagram Stories chain that asks people to search âliterally me characters â on Pinterest AND LOOK AT WHAT IS MINEEEEE please why is this so accurate

#elz's chit chats#2/2 st canon gay characters#(also mike wheeler was the 7th result... but it asked to pick the first 6) LMFAOOO#also ms jo march and the 13th doctor? EXCUSE ME?#& yes i post ⨠aesthetic ⨠stories for my close friends đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸#imagine explaining this to my straight uni friends
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ok another one! tswift songs that are also river song coded GO!!!
sorry jo i got this months ago but u know i'm a river SCHOLAR i had to make sure my data was correct (i think as a scientist u appreciate this) but here we go !! they are also riverdoctor coded bc to me they often are one person and my doctor songs are also by extent river coded. ok HERE WE GO
wildest dreams !!!!
this love: these two songs have been on my list for YEARS. like ever since i started watching doctor who. infinitely river & riverdoctor coded. THIS LOVE IS GOOD THIS LOVE IS BAD THIS LOV IS ALIVE BACK FROM THE DEAD THESE HANDS HAD TO LET IT GO BUT THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
haunted for obvious reasons !! the way we got a canon river haunts the doctor arc... that is 100% my thing and also in my humble opinion the most romantic thing ever <3
also. mastermind <3
i've seen ready for it and look what you made me do on a different river playlist and i AGREE big time actually !!
also. timeless <3
#i've got mailđ#jo tag#this was the best ask sorry i left it in my ask box for months <3#im sure i forgot good ones though...#anyway !!!#these are my picks!!#doctor who#river song
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for the fandom ask game, 4, 8, and 15 please!
Thank you for the asks, Muse!
4. say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)
I may not ship Lawrusso, but I will say that those who do ship them can come up with some amazing AU stories for them. In some stories, I am so intrigued by the plot, characterization, and angst that I can find myself rooting for them. And Lawrusso fans can draw some beautiful fanart.
8. you hope more people will come to appreciate___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)
I honestly hope more people, in all fandoms, will come to appreciate original characters. It's not easy to create full-fledged characters and find where they could fit in the story. And the OC creators put pieces of their heart and soul into their creations just as much as any writer or artist.
15. the character that always makes you smile
For The Karate Kid and Cobra Kai, I'll say Jimmy and Aisha. For Doctor Who, I will say Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Jo Grant, Sarah Jane Smith, Peri Brown, the Brigadier, and Captain Mike Yates. I'm sorry, but I can't just contain myself to only one character.
#love your fandom ask game#replies#museaway#the karate kid#cobra kai#doctor who#oc community#lawrusso#original characters#jimmy karate kid#aisha robinson#martha jones#jo grant#sarah jane smith#peri brown#mike yates#brigadier alistair gordon lethbridge stewart#donna noble
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you are sooooo right about clara!!!!!
Thank you! From her intertwining in the doctor's storyline and being the impossible girl to the billions of years Twelve spent in the confession dial to him forgetting her because that's the only way he could move forward...đľâđŤđľâđŤ
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Hi!!!! this is such weirdly good timing i just got really back into classic dr who a few months ago lol.....favourite character from 3s era? (not including 3) and tell me if you watch 2s era!! most of the episodes are missing but patrick troughten is such a fun actor and also jamie!!! :D
HIIII just been stalking your blog for all the epic classic who posts <333 i am a dedicated delgado master lover he is the Most Character Ever i can't believe he just created the master and immediately became so iconic
#i can't even explain it just everything the master does on screen is incredibly entertaining and usually absolutely hilarious#OBVIOUSLY honourable mention to all of unit they are the coolest too <3#jo is delightful also liz & also alternate universe liz are both epic <3#also. we always need more brigadier content SO i hope there are remaining 2 episodes which have him! the 5 doctors with him and 2 was so fun#i will try and watch some!!!! i have ages to do it now :DDD#sorry for all the rambling haha i am just. dying over all this sgjdhfjekrj#ask#theseconddoctor
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SO funny how every time a companion leaves the doctor will get bitchy with the next one because they're not the doctor's old friend, and then by the end of the serial would die for them. brigadier, why have you brought me this discount blonde? i asked for liz *ten seconds later* jo is my new best friend and if anyone lays a hand on her i'll kill everyone in this room and then the brigadier
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Private Professor - Max Verstappen
Words: 5,576 Summary: For years and years, Max has claimed that he has a girlfriend, but no one has ever met her and he refuses to talk about her with the media. And itâs far easier to believe that heâs lying when no proof of a girl exists. Note(s)/Warning(s): Small Age Gap (Reader is nearly two years younger), Some Angst, Mostly Fluff, Jos Verstappen. Thank you so much to the anon that requested this! I had a lot of fun writing it!
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At fourteen and sixteen, their relationship is all blood rushing to their cheeks, fluttering hands, kisses that last too long and not long enough, panting breaths, and hickeys below shirt collars. Itâs whispers of forever, of Iâll take you here and there. That house will be ours one day. Whatever you want, youâll have. Iâll be on break, youâll come home and Iâll be waiting. Youâll follow me everywhere and Iâll do the same.
Itâs promises they donât realize they shouldnât be making but do. Itâs sweet nothings and petty fights that last a day before theyâre back in each other's arms. Itâs pretending not to notice how his dad watches him amused as he walks calmly out of the door before sprinting over to her house and sneaking into her bedroom. Itâs her parents pretending not to hear the thud of him falling into her bedroom and the light giggles their daughter makes.
At fourteen and sixteen, their relationship changes. Itâs no longer seeing each other when he doesnât have a race or training and is home, no Red Bull duties to be done. Itâs long phone calls, texts, snapchat streaks, learning how to video call. Itâs carrying two power banks with them everywhere and Max buying them both expensive phone cases that charge their phones. Itâs falling asleep on the phone while the other is just beginning their day. He attends classes with her, while she listens to him train. He goes to red bull meetings and pretends not to have the light sound of breathing in his ears from her falling asleep while studying or doing her homework.
Fifteen and seventeen, brings them peace. Sheâs still studying like a mad woman at Harvard of all places, but heâs got an F1 seat of all things. Heâs in F1. He suddenly has more things to do but more free time. When heâs not racing or at the factory or doing weird press things that make him want to rip his hair out, Jos is putting him on a plane to America, to her. And he soaks up all the time with her he can, despite it being filled with her studying, attending classes, and forcing actual food down her throat which her parents both thank him for.
It also brings the stupidest thing in the world; the doubt and disbelief that he has a girlfriend.
Carlos is the first to bring it up upon seeing his home screen thatâs just all black, not even the default that iphone has.
âNo girlfriend?â Max frowns at him, pocketing his phone and sending a glance over to where his father is standing and talking to his race engineer. âWhat?â âYour home screen, itâs all black. You donât have a girlfriend?â Carlos is teasing, joking. The whole paddock already knows that Jos Verstappen wouldnât let his son have a girlfriend, not now when heâs got an F1 seat. Such a thing would be a distraction and Max isnât allowed those. Max isnât allowed friends on the grid either. Carlos wonders though how much the last part is just a Jos thing. âI do.â Then he says her name, all soft and sweet in a way Carlos never thought Max could be. Itâs nearly enough for him to believe Max, but then he catches a glimpse of Jos and shakes his head, clapping the seventeen year old on the back.
He is the first to not believe Max, but far from the last. Itâs Daniel next, Christian, Esteban, Pierre, Sebastian, Lando, every interviewer that asks.
It doesnât matter because at seventeen and nineteen, she gets her second degree and begins the nightmare of getting her doctorates in education and history. And he picks out a ring before making his father hide it away. And instead of him constantly flying to her, sheâs flying to him. Hiding out in his Monaco apartment, turning his living room into a disaster zone as she spreads her things around to study.
The mess drives him crazy, but he doesnât move anything no matter how much his hands itch to do so, instead just pressing a kiss to the top of her head before pressing himself in between her and the couch. Grinning when she sends him a look, a clear donât be a distraction, before giving him a kiss.
His days in Monaco when sheâs there are spent in the living room after training, playing fifa or watching some documentary for one of her classes with her, and poking at her lightly because he doesnât know shit about history but heâs still able to remember countries quicker than her.
They turn eighteen and twenty and nearly get married when her family goes on vacation to Vegas, dragging the two along despite them not being able gamble, which is the only reason her parents had chosen Vegas. The only thing that stops them from getting married is him not being a US citizen and her visa just being for school. Itâs a fucking wakeup call for him and he canât help but pester her about places in Monaco to live.
She entertains it for all of five minutes before sheâs cupping his face and kissing him. When she pulls back, sheâs shaking her head. âAs long as it has you and four bedrooms, I donât care.â âFour?â âWeâll need our own offices and a guest room.â
Itâs barely anything for the real estate agent to work with but he doesnât care. He wants something thatâs at least four bedrooms, two baths, a decent kitchen, and a view. She liked the Monaco sunrise and sunset and he planned on letting her be able to see it anytime they stayed in Monaco.
His agent gets back to him in a week and he ignores the look on Danielâs face when he comes over for the first time. Ignores the jokes about it being too big for one person just like Daniel ignores him saying that he has a girlfriend.
âIf you had one, Iâd have seen a picture of her mate. The whole world would.â
Max still remembers the way his jaw had twitched at the thing everyone said. That if he had a girlfriend, theyâd have seen a picture of her, that heâd be showing her off every second, have her at the races, been seen with her. When Max had made it abundantly clear that the worst part of driving was the media, the fame. So why would he ever subject someone he loves to that when they both werenât ready for that?
Because they werenât. He wasnât ready for another part of his life, one of the most important parts, to be something for everyone to look at and dissect. And she wasnât ready for it either. Not when she was doing so much studying. She barely felt like she had time for him, which he denied and hated vehemently, she didnât have time for the online vitriol of being a girlfriend to a high profile athlete. And she didnât need to be harassed as she attended classes and studies groups and such if someone recognized her and didnât like that she was with him.
Not showing any pictures or videos of her was also easy for him. It wasnât because he didnât have any, he had hundreds. But they were pictures and videos of her, only meant for him. Not because they were dirty in nature, though some were, but because how she was in them was something only she allowed him to see. It was photos of her with a finger pressed to her top lip as she glared at her books, videos of her sitting on something too tall for her feet to touch the ground and letting them swing. It was her smiling at him, all fond, shy and in love.
It was them wrapped up in each other's arms and love. Her in between his legs or the other way around. Her sitting on his lap as Vic stole his phone to video them laughing and exchanging kisses. Her giggles as she tries not to fall asleep as reads her books to him over facetime. Itâs her in her purest form and he doesnât want the people in his life who are so quick and sure to not believe him to get to see that.
Nineteen and twenty-one, she officially co-owns their place in Monaco and he starts scouting out property in Belgium and land in France thatâs somewhat close to the principality he lives in. It was too early to start building a house to live in forever, not when they werenât sure what they wanted to live in forever with their kids, but it wasnât too early to buy the land for it.
It also leads to their biggest fight in years.
âMax!â Her nails are digging into her arms. âIâm not saying that. Iâm saying that I want to help, that I can pay. I have money!â âAnd you donât need to!â Heâs yelling as well, face red with anger. âIâve got money too! You donât need to pay for shit when I can.â She shakes her head. âReally? Is that how it's always going to be? I wonât ever get to pay for anything? Just have a salary and trust fund wasting away.â She scoffs, giving another shake of her head. âIs it about being the breadwinner? Because donât worry Max, Iâm well aware that youâll always have more money than me. Doesnât mean I canât contribute to our life.â âFuck.â He murmurs seeing the tears brimming in her eyes but not falling, the hurt in her words. âItâs not about that at all. Itâs not about being the breadwinner.â âThen what is it about?â Her voice is high pitched. âYou wonât let me pay for a single thing! I canât buy groceries without you slipping money back into my wallet. I canât help pay the bills and now you wonât let me help buy the land that will have our house on it. What is it about Max?â âYouâre mine.â Her eyes widened at his quiet but firm tone. âYouâre my girlfriend, the love of my life. One day my wife and the mother of my children.â He runs his tongue over his teeth, feeling words and feelings heâs only ever really let come out during sex or when they're both so drunk they barely remember anything the next day. âI want to pay for everything because itâs providing for you, itâs making sure youâre eating, sleeping somewhere safe, getting the best, most accommodating flights. Itâs knowing that Iâm providing for my family.â
âMax,â she breathes out, arms falling away from her chest and then sheâs moving closer, resting a hand over his racing heart. âYou want to provide for me?â He nods. âFor our future kids?â âYes.â âSo do I. So, weâre going to work on this. You want to buy the land, you can.â He looks at her distrusting, because this didnât sound like working on it. âBut, I get to pay for groceries when I go out for them, without you paying me back. I get to pay for netflix because I use it more and spotify.â She adds. He frowns at her. âI donât like it.â âToo bad and Iâm not done. In return, you get to pay the bills, put gas in the car for me,â he grins at that. âPay for my flights and we are going to open a joint account to put an equal amount of money in every month. For things like vacations, anniversary dinners, and the kids. Because itâs important that I get to help provide for them too. And when we build that house together, I want to pay at least half of the contracting fee. Iâll let you pay for the rest.â âI want to pay for any of the kids' interests. Like art, ballet or karting.â âNo deal.â She shakes her head and heâs frowning again. âYou can pay for all the karting, it will mean more. But I want it out of the shared account for the other things. Unless,â she pauses. âUnless,â he encourages. âIf any of them decides to go to university early like me, I want to pay fully for it.â âNo.â Itâs quick and now sheâs frowning as well. âItâs our children and their education. Shared account.â âTheir first degree.â He shakes his head. âAnd if itâs their only degree?â Her brows press together, it was a good point. Just because they decided to go to university early like her didnât mean theyâd go for more than one degree. âFirst year.â His eyes narrow as he looks at her, but he nods. âFirst year. But only of the first degree.â âFirst degree only.â She agrees.
Itâs quiet between them before Max lets his face soften, lips twisting slightly into a smile. âAre we done fighting?â She laughs, but nods. âYeah. Weâre done fighting.â âThank god.â He breathes, pulling her into his arms and burying his face into the crook of her neck. âLetâs not do that again.â âNot anytime soon at least.â âI love you.â He murmurs. âI love you too.â
Twenty and twenty-two has their families asking when exactly theyâre getting married, wondering why there isnât a ring on her finger and their only saving grace is their time spent in Monaco together away from them all. But when it gets to be too much as pressure builds as she tries to finish her doctorate in education while still working on her doctorate for history, itâs Jos that steps in for her and Max.
The three of them shared a complicated relationship. She could never like him for the parent he was to Max growing up. From the near abuse he hurled at him when he failed, the pressure he put on a child, the leaving him in a foreign country for a few hours when he wasnât even a teenager more than once. But she did love him, because Max loved him and in his own way he loved Max and he showed that with his support of their relationship when everyone expected for him to have a problem with it, label it as a distraction. And now as a few years had passed and Max was comfortable in his F1 seat, he was Maxâs fiercest defender, unwilling to back down, but would if Max told him too. And he was her fiercest defender as well. Glaring at jokes about her not needing a degree with the money Max made, not forcing her to join on trips when she was busy with school or questioning her support of Max because she didnât attend races.
So, neither Max or her are surprised when Jos steps in when her grandparents are trying to back them into a corner as to why she doesnât have a ring on her finger and how they have a number for a wedding planner and she should really give her a call, when all they want is to get breakfast before retreating to their room so she can resume her studies while Max hovers around her while going over his own work.
She hadnât been thrilled at first when she learned that Jos would join them on the trip, knowing that Sophie wouldnât be there, but now she was grateful and she made sure to squeeze his shoulder before leaving the kitchen and scheduled a nice quiet dinner for herself, Max and Jos as thanks.
The media becomes relentless when theyâre twenty-two and twenty-four and Max wins his first championship. Because there is no girlfriend in sight despite the now champions thanks for her support and love. They tear Max apart for creating a fake girlfriend that has no name or face, call him unloveable with his fake championship. Some tear her apart as well, calling her gold digger, selfish, undeserving, fans of Max and the sport do as well.
It was supposed to be a happy moment for him, one of if not the best in his life, but itâs tainted, ruined, and as soon as heâs home with her in Monaco, all she can do is hold him and pretend that the texts from his friends begging him to go out and get laid donât make her cry later in the shower.
Despite the texts and a bold one from Daniel about hiring him a prostitute, she forces Max to go out, to celebrate with the drivers in Monaco, to get drunk and have fun, and forget what the media is saying about him.
âIâm coming back if one of them even hints at a prostitute.â He tells her and she laughs, but she knows that heâs serious. Heâs never even once considered cheating on her and one of their first serious fights had been about her trying to convince him and herself that sheâd be okay if he got lonely while he was traveling and needed someone. He hadnât believed it for a second and it had been one of the few times he had been so pissed at her that he couldnât even stomach to look at her.
âAm I making a mistake, mom?â She asks, barely five minutes later, not even bothering saying hi when her mom greets her over the phone. âNo.â Her momâs voice is firm and has her blinking away tears. âBut,â âNo.â Her mom cuts her off. âSweetheart, I canât even begin to try and understand Max and yours relationship. But this, this privacy that you two have, thatâs not a mistake. Itâs rough right now and it will be. And it will come back later when you two do decide to be public, but itâs not a mistake. You two both made the difficult, heartbreaking, mature decision to keep it private for both of yours sake.â âI know.â She whispers, wiping away tears. âYou both still need privacy and there is no shame in that. Max isnât ready and neither are you. As far as Iâm concerned the only mistake you two have made is still not being married with a baby on the way.â âMom.â She groans and her mom laughs. âI know, I know. Just remember that despite the seven or so years youâve been together, that you two are still young, still doing so much growing.â âThank you.â âOf course.â
When Max arrives home hours later, drunkenly stumbling around and into bed, sheâs not surprised by the smell of liquor clinging to him or the drunken murmurings heâs pressing to her skin. She is surprised by the deep inhale he takes and the splutter that makes her turn to face him.
Eyes a little blurry from sleep and wine, she makes out squinted eyes, flushed face, and a frown.
âYouâre drunk.â âYouâre drunk.â She replies, curling closer to him. âYouâve been crying.â âYeah.â He slips an arm around her, pulling her closer. âWeâre going to feel like shit when we wake up.â âYeah.â He chuckles, brushing lips over her forehead. âThat bad?â âThat bad.â She nods.
At twenty-three and twenty-four, the itch that Max has had since he was nineteen, one thatâs grown worse and worse as the years have gone by, is too persistent and he takes a quick trip to his fathers house the day after she turns twenty-three and returns with a ring and the promises they made at fourteen and sixteen, promising them all over again, as she stares at him with a smile and teary eyes.
âIâd be stupid to not want to marry you Max.â She tells him when he slips the ring on her finger, breathing a sigh of relief when it goes on, fitting perfectly. âYouâre going to marry me.â She nods, giggling at his blown pupils and silly grin. âYes, I am.â
It seems stupid to be so giggly and flustered about it, so love sick, when theyâve talked about it so much. About getting married, about houses, kids, life after racing and teaching. But itâs different with the ring on her finger. Not more real or tangible. Just more.
âI know I proposed early.â She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around his neck and his arms eagerly wrap around her waist. âItâs perfect. I know we talked and had plans, but this is perfect. Besides, Iâve got news of my own thatâs early.â âOh?â Maxâs eyebrow raises and he knows itâs not possible, not really with her religious use of the birth control shot and the way they mainly use condoms, more for convenience than anything else, but his eyes drift down to her abdomen thatâs exposed. Thereâs no difference, but he can imagine what it would look like, he can also imagine what it will look like in a few hours. âNot that.â Her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth. âI got an email about my viva exam.â âYour viva? But you havenât submitted your thesis yet.â âActually,â âStop.â He lifts a hand to press it against her mouth. âYou submitted your thesis already? You completed it?â She nods, her laughter muffled by his hand and he drops it. âWell, what did it say? The email.â âOnce I get to the ceremony, I will officially hold a doctorate in education and history.â He kisses her before she can say anything else.
âUnbelievable my love, unbelievable. Two doctorates by twenty-three.â He shakes his head, smiling wide. âYou know what that means right?â He shakes his head again, unable to think of anything. Too overcome with his proudness and love for her. âIâll have my position at Harvard right after the ceremony.â Blue eyes widen. âAnd they agreed to let me teach a mix schedule for all of 2022, but when the official school year starts for 2023, Iâll just be teaching digital.â
Twenty-three and twenty-five has them weathering the media storm once again as Max wins his second world championship. Itâs worse this time. Not because he says more than he did last time about her or says her name or slips up and calls her his fiancee and not girlfriend like they agreed to. But because this championship no one can deny is his and sheâs still not there. Too busy in a different continent with the start of the school year as she teaches by herself for the first time since earning both her doctorates.
Itâs also not as bad this time, because some of his friends do think that heâs seeing someone, not the girlfriend of years, or even really a girlfriend, but just some random girl that understands heâs too busy for an actual relationship and willing to put up with him spouting to the media and everyone else that heâs in a committed relationship. She doesnât have time to focus on the media and fans that believe she exists, she barely did last year, but this year she really doesnât.
âYou know,â she says five days after heâs won his championship and they are in the house they have stayed in for the past two years when she has to be at Harvard and he wants to join her. âAround this time next year, weâll be public.â His face does a weird contortion at the thought. There was a giddiness to the idea, to the thought, but also dread. âThat means,â she continues when Max doesnât say anything. âThat you have ample time to figure out how you want to tell people.â âHow I want to?â âYeah. This is your world, your friends, colleagues, nightmares,â she adds and they both laugh. âYou can decide how exactly you want to get back at them for not believing you.â âIâm not going to be cruel.â âNo.â She lifts her hand and lets her pointer finger trace over his lips. âYouâve never been a cruel person, Max. But you can be a menace.â His eyes light up at that. âOh. And you donât care?â She shakes her head, âThis is all you and Iâm more than happy to be along for the ride.â
She is twenty-four and he has just turned twenty-six when he decides to enact his plan that he came up with so many months ago.
He had made a reservation for a private hall in Monaco months ago, hired a party planner to take care of the finer details, but sorted himself out the place and the food and drinks that would be served. And the day after he turns twenty-six, he picks up the large stack of enveloped invitations he had made and carefully packs them in his suitcase for Qatar. He was winning the championship there and heâd be damned if he didnât make an already memorable weekend even better.
Itâs the first time in a decade she has traveled with him to a race to actually watch the race and not just be there at the hotel to support him as she studies and he canât help the smugness and happiness that radiates off him when he shows up to the track for the first day.
Heâs got his backpack over his shoulder, but the invitations are already in his hands, ready to be passed out.
âMax!â Charles greets when he arrives in the driver's debrief room. All twenty of them, plus reserves, team principals, and Daniel sitting and standing around as they wait for the FIA representative to get here. He looks down at his watch, noting that it will at least another ten minutes, before his eyes flicker to a member of the Red Bull staff thatâs standing against a wall, but just like he asked, theyâve got a camera in their hands and thereâs another one standing leaning against the opposite wall, also with a camera. âCharles. Safe flight?â âAlways. What do you have there?â âOoh,â Daniel chimes in, moving closer and looking at the envelopes in his hands. âWhat do you have there?â He smirks and he can see Danielâs grin flatter at the sight for a brief second. âInvitations.â He says, before tossing or passing them around to the different drivers and Christian. He nearly avoids giving Lando one just to be a shit but Toto isnât there to give it too and it wouldnât be the same to give it to a different team principal jokingly.
âWhat is it for?â Carlos asks, eyeing the dark envelope like a lot of the other drivers are, suspiciously. He shrugs, eyebrows raising when he sees the way Lando is feeling the envelope. âMate, Iâm not giving you money.â Lando frowns, before ripping it open. âYouâve got more than enough to spare.â Seeing Lando open his, has the rest of them following suit.
âDear friends of Max Verstappen,â George reads out and the wording earns a few snorts but he continues. âYou are invited to celebrate at theâ he pauses squinting at the french on the page. âThe Salle des Ătoilesâ Charles says. âCheers, mate. Youâre invited to celebrate on the 8th of November at 4pm.â His eyebrows furrow. âCelebrate what?â Max watches from the corner of his eye as Christian flips the invitation over and nearly chokes.
âYour engagement?â âYour what?â âEngaged?â âImpossible.â âLies.â
The whole room is filled with denial and panic and Max just smiles, nearly laughing when Logan thrusts his invitation into Jamesâ hands and asks the team principal if itâs true.
âMax, you arenât engaged, right? Like that was a fuck up with the print place?â Daniel is nearly pleading, begging, and Max would feel sorry, but for the past ten years heâs been telling people he isnât single, and sure heâs never shared many details, but they all refused to believe or even consider it. He ignores him, instead looking at the room in large. âYouâll meet her tomorrow. Sheâs very excited about it.â And as if he planned it, the FIA official walks into the room and no one can question him.
When the meeting is over he manages to avoid all of them except for Christian, who nearly drags him into a private room.
âIs this real?â Max raises an eyebrow at the way heâs waving around the invitation but nods. âYes.â âYouâre really engaged.â âYes, Christian. I am.â The older man stares at him, not blinking before sighing and running a hand over his face. âIs she pregnant?â âWhat?â âThe girl youâve been sleeping with recently. Is she pregnant, is that what this is about? Because you donât have to marry her.â âNo one is pregnant.â He reassures, not even able to find any anger for Christian and his assumption. The older man sighs again before sitting down and slumping in the chair.
âYouâve had a girlfriend since you were sixteen.â Thereâs regret, guilt, and sorrow in his voice. âYes.â âAnd I never believed you.â He shrugs, it had hurt yes, but he had always understood Christianâs disbelief in it over anyone else's. âNo.â Christian nods. âAnd I owe you both an apology for that. I should have believed you Max.â âThank you.â âBut really, ten years and youâve just put a ring on it?â Max groans, rolling his eyes. âYou sound like our families.â
They are twenty-four and twenty-six when Max wins his third championship, with the sprint race of all things, and the whole world watches as heâs enveloped by his team before heâs tugging off his helmet and kissing the unfamiliar girl thatâs between Christian and Jos, shielded from the rough crowd of Red Bull mechanics, crew, and such. They are twenty-four and twenty-six when everyone finds out that Max had been telling the truth the whole time.
Just about a month later, she eases into the spot between Max and the arm of the couch, eagerly tucking herself closer to him when he drapes an arm over her shoulders.
âYou alright?â She nods, âYeah, Vic and Tom finally left.â Max snorts, âIt only took them thirty minutes.â âA record for them.â She grins, before looking at the other people surrounding them, or rather Max. She wasnât surprised that Max had taken to quickly grabbing a few people and secluding themselves in a corner. She was a bit surprised by the people however.
Charles and Daniel which isnât too surprising, but thereâs the three rookies of the season, Liam, Oscar, and Logan, as well, a little surprising, but nothing compared to the two Mercedes drivers also in front of her.
âYou arenât trying to get Lewis to play paddle are you?â Lewis laughs, shaking his head. âI get enough of competing with him on the track. Thereâs no convincing me there.â âItâs fun, Lewis.â Charles says. âYou should join. George you too. Make it Mercedes versus,â he pauses, eyebrows scrunching together as he tries to think of something to call himself and Max. âLestappen.â She offers, inching away a bit when Max pinches her side. Charles doesnât notice the pinch, just smiles at her, before looking at the two British drivers. âYes! Mercedes versus Lestappen.â His eyebrows then furrow. âWhat is Lestappen?â âMate, you donât want to know.â Liam tells him. Logan chuckles, âI donât know. Either he finds out now or he finds out when he googles it later.â âGoogles it.â George murmurs, mocking the American accent that Logan has. âBloody Americans.â âYeah, yeah, tea and crumpets.â Logan waves off Georges mocking with a grin as he looks at Charles. âItâs what people call you and Max, a nickname you could say for when you two are together.â She tells him before Logan can say anything. âOh,â he frowns, considering. âThat doesnât sound so bad.â âItâs not.â She assures.
Before anyone can say anything else, someone joins their group, eyes focusing on her.
âDr. Y/L/N, congratulations on your engagement.â She looks at the older man in surprise before quickly standing to shake his hand. âToto, a pleasure to see you again. And please you donât need to call me doctor.â Toto smiles, tilting his head forwards, conceding as she sits back down. âDoctor?â Daniel questions, eyes flitting between her and the Mercedes team principal, not sure of what to make of the interaction, though Max seems perfectly fine with it. She presses her lips together and she can feel Max move a bit closer as Totoâs eyes narrow at Max. âYes.â She tells Daniel and the rest. âI managed to get both of my doctorates last year.â A few jaws drop and Lewis whistles. âAnd I thought you were just a teacher.â Totoâs looking at her now, with narrowed eyes and she sighs.
It would be just her luck that despite having just met the man once, that one time had resulted in a long conversation after he gave his guest lecture at Harvard.
âYou told them you're a teacher.â âI told them I teach.â She corrects. âLet's not make a big deal out of it.â âI want to make a big deal out of it.â Max mumbles and she sends him a pleading look. But Max doesnât give in, instead he turns to the rest of them. âSheâs a professor at Harvard. She got both her doctorates at twenty-three and quickly was signed on as professor.â âSo, what youâre saying,â Oscar starts, breaking the silence that has fallen over the group. âIs that she is way too smart for you?â Max laughs, eyes crinkling and body bending forward from the force of it. âWithout a doubt, mate. Without a doubt.â
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Hi Jo! So excited for your monster mash 𼰠Can I get one ticket for the graveyard mash starring Spencer Reid with a đŤ and đ please. Thank you!
freaks come out at night
[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; âReally? Now? God, you have terrible timing.â âPlease just play along.â] wc: 1.9k warnings: MDNI â afab!reader, semi-public van sex, choking with a belt, no protection p in v, totally against regulation, errrr i saw discourse that spencer doesnât fuck but with the amount of smut on this hellsite⌠yeah right. anyways. that man is a freak. consent is sexy, enjoy. title from the whodini song
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âExcuse me? Mr. Officer?â
Your heels clacking against the pavement catches Reid & Morganâs attention. Itâs dark on the street youâre on, the shadows of your face illuminated by the red and blue hues of light from the squad cars that surround the house where the unsub was apprehended. They've been on this case for a week, and everyoneâs ready to shake hands and go home. And so are you, it seems; your confidence always gets you into difficult situations; however, asking cops for a ride home instead of staying with the creep at the club sounds like a better idea.
âHi sweetheart, whatâs wrong? This is a crime scene,â Morgan croons smoothly, leaning against the van as he looks you up and down, âyou donât look like you belong here.â Itâs condescending almost, the suave tenor of his voice making you feel like youâre being talked down on.
All you want to do is go home, charge your phone, and go to bed. Spencer is too busy fidgeting with the buttons on his dress shirt as he rolls his sleeves back down to look more professional. But itâs hard to impress a pretty girl in a sparkly dress at three in the morning, especially when you donât even glance his way.
âYeah, thereâs been this guy following me for a few blocks now. Can I get one of you to drive me home? Itâs not too far,â you say dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest as the wind picks up. You shiver slightly, hands brushing the skirt of your dress down. Someone calls their attention from near the house, closing down the investigation and Morgan nods lightly with Spencer looking into the distance behind you, trying to find the person giving you trouble.
âWhoâs giving you a problem? Want me to talk to him?â
He means it so earnestly, but nothing about Spencer Reid screams intimidating. Tweed blazer, clubmaster glasses, and Converse adorning his frameâ-he looks like the kids you knew got bullied in middle school. It makes you giggle, âNo offense, youâre not scary, Mr. Officer. Please just play along and let me ride it out.â Morgan hides a smile behind his shoulder and claps Reid on the back as if to say, all yours, pretty boy. Youâre pointing at the black van, tapping it with your hand, âThis one okay?â But youâve already opened the door to the passenger seat and climbed in, dress riding up your thighs and giving them a view of your underwear. He swallows hard, looking at his friend who will surely never let him live this down, âWanna come? I donât like driving.â
Morgan rolls his eyes at how dumb the smartest man he knows can be when it comes to women, âJust get in the van and take her home, Reid. Iâll meet you back at the hotel.â The car keys are thrown (ie. fumbled) into Spencerâs hands as he sighs and walks around the front of the vehicle, mumbling, âActually, Iâm a doctorâŚâ
âYour badge says youâre an agent,â you quip, watching him slide in and start the ignition. He turns the car lights on, looking your way as he pulls out onto the street, âIâm both.âÂ
Impressive.
Giving him the directions, you sit back and admire the profile of his face in the dark. Heâs cute, you supposeâpushing his glasses up to avoid the glare of passing headlights, nose scrunched up in concentration as he tries to not let his mind wander while you tell him about your night.
âYeah, and then after he was being nice to me, he groped me on the dancefloor. I mean, what a jerk! Can you imagine that, Doctor?â
âSpencer,â he mumbles, making you hum in acknowledgment. And no he cannot. Heâs really trying not to. Youâre expressive when you speak, hands flying in the air and touching everywhere from the dashboard, to his arm, and then his thigh. His hands clench around the steering wheel, wondering how youâre able to be so blunt with a complete stranger.
âYou look like a Spencer.â
âDo I?â
Crossing your legs and leaning against the window to face him more, you look sinful in the passing shadows that blur behind your head. He blinks, reminding himself that heâs in control of the car, and redirects his focus on the road.
âYeah. Too bad Iâm not into nice guys,â you smirk, biting your lip, âNice guys try to fuck me in public without even asking, apparently.â The car swerves the slightest bit, and neither of you says anything until he pulls into your apartment parking lot.
âRight here should be fine.â
He puts the car into park, lights flicking on as he unlocks the doors and the only thing you can see is his boner straining through the material of his slacks. The sheer sight of it and the hilarity of the situation make you bark out in laughter, âReally? Now? After I tell you about my shitshow of a night, you get hard after hearing that?â His cheeks redden in the dim light as he folds his hands in his lap, sputtering out a response, âI d-didnât mean to⌠Iâm sorry!â
âIâm not like him, I promise!â But youâre already getting out of the van and Spencer quickly files this into the section of his brain where he keeps suppressed memories because this is humiliating for him, actuallyâ and then youâre opening the door to the backseat.
âNot like what, Spencer?â
His brows furrow as he watches you, frozen and calculating every possible way that tonight will go because itâs rare that Spencer Reid is surprisedâ âWhat?â
âAre you a nice guy, or are you a creep?â
And he pushes his glasses up, expression pressed into something you canât readâmaybe itâs something theyâve taught him in the FBI, you think, and he clears his throat, insisting, âIâm a nice guy. Iâm one of the good guys.â
âYou have terrible timing. Are you moving back here or not? Iâm not fucking you in my apartment. I barely know you after all.â
So your confidence does put you into difficult situations.Â
But you never thought it would get you bent over and fucked in the back seat of a cruiser with half your body sprawled over the center console. Itâs a tight fit, your slick skin sliding against the leather and you donât suppose a nice guy would do half the things Spencer is doing to you now, and his big hands are gripping the fat of your hips as he watches you bounce on his thick cock with bated breath.
The difference between him and other ânice guysâ youâve encountered is that heâs verbal with his wants and makes sure that youâre enjoying yourselfâand despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head and fervent moans, youâre still not sure he believes you.
âNghâfuck! Just like thatâŚâ you whine as he takes control, maneuvering you so that he can pull you up and down by his hold on your forearms. Spencer eagerly lifts his hips to meet yours, his length pistoning into your tight hole, the sound of skin and squelch echoing through the vehicle as he groans loudly, âThis okay? Does thisâŚfeel good?â
âMore! MmmâŚharder, SpencerâŚIââ
âNot what I was asking, pretty,â he pants, thrusting into your soaked pussy with a jolt and stopping. Your cheek smacks against the gear shift and you cry, knees going weak at the sound of his voice, âI said, is this okay?â
âYes! Stop asking!â
He slams into you again at the sound of your agreement, your belly hitting the console and squeezing around his cock as you lay there almost begging for him to do it again. But spit drips down the side of your mouth, along with the words you canât string into a coherent sentence. The material of your dress is bunched around your torso, and his hands slither up your spine, feeling the way you breathe under his touch; you canât see him from here but you know heâs smiling.
âI need to hear it, pretty girl,â he coos, tracing the letters of his name across your shoulder blades, and all you can do is laugh.
âYes, your cock feels really good,â you hum, looking back at him and biting your lip, âIn fact, you could go harder. Youâddo that for me, wouldnât you, Mr. Nice Guy?â
âDoctor ReidâŚâÂ
Heâs breathing heavily at your stare, noting the streaks of mascara down your cheeks and how your eyes seem to glint at him in the moonlight. So he yanks you up into the backseat with him, pressing you into the same position; ass up and face down and you shiver at the sound of his belt buckle clinking in the dark, âWhat are you doing?â you mumble, catchingyour breath while you can.
âMâgonna choke you if thatâs okay.âÂ
It sounds so innocent coming out of his mouth and youâre grinning at the feeling of leather wrapping around your neck, fastened tight but not so much so that youâll asphyxiate. You know heâll be taking your breath away regardless, and heâs whispering into the shell of your ear, asking if youâre comfortable and pressing a soft kiss that feels incandescent against your skin.
One of Spencerâs hands spreads your cheeks open for his dick to make its way through your warm flesh, arching your back into his hold as the other hand tugs on the belt to pull you up. The choked sound that leaves your lungs is so filthy he has to try not to cum right then and there.Â
âPlease,â you whine, wiggling your hips as your hand slips down the glass pane, âNeed you to fuck me.â Every inch that slides in has you moaning louder, and Spencerâs the one laughing now, âShould I still ask if youâre doing okay?â
âOhâŚJust fuck me already Spencer!â
His jaw clenches as he starts fucking himself into your warmth, one hand on your shoulder and the other wrapped around his belt making you wheeze. Your ass shakes with the car, the force of his cock pounding into you with vigor, and Spencer moans, âF-fuck! Youâre shakingâŚâ His balls clap against the plump of your body as your throat feels the pressure of his efforts, and big hands pull you into a seated position so he can get a better look at your face. Itâs puffed up with the lack of air and your pupils are unfocused, fucked stupid, and happy at the feeling of his rigid cock against the soft of your walls, mumbling incoherently as your eyes connect.
âYes, yes, yesâŚSo fucking deepâŚâ
Spencer slides his hand around your torso, putting his fingers beneath sweaty fabric so he can touch your skin, thumb rubbing against your belly button and tongue licking up the side of your collarbone, still rocking into you as he loses it, finally letting go of the belt. You fall over with a shaking gasp and hear him groan, hot spurts of cum painting your motionless back. Noticing the car windows are foggy, you smile to yourself. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into? Reaching down to grab your underwear, you stop when you feel Spencer delicately wiping his cum off you with a handkerchief.
âMmm. You really are a nice guy.â
He helps you readjust your clothes first before his, âI told you that.â Itâs quiet in the car again, and youâre not sure what to say, but thereâs no point in being shy now.
âYou wanna see my apartment?â you muse, smiling sweetly at him, and he quirks his brow, âI thought you didnât let strangers into your apartment.â
âI think weâre past that, donât you?â
Spencer doesn't make it back to the hotel until right before check out the next morning.
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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!
#ma1dita's monster mash đ¸ŕžŕ˝˛#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#criminal minds x reader#kinktober#made by ma1dita âĽď¸#criminal minds smut#spencer reid fanfic
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#posting this while she is sitting across from me on the table with other doctors and nurses around#also#she is a grandma đ#but her grandchildren are little#she hasnt mentioned anything about a husband đ#anyway if anyone ask i didn't say this#jo says stuff#personal ramblings#intern(ally screaming)
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